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[possesseddesiress]

Switch Up: Logan's Revenge

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Switch Up: Logan's Revenge (English Version)

Part One: First Level

Part Two: Logan's Revenge

Part Three: Ethan's Relief

Part Four: Miles' Ambition

Part Five: Conclusions

— Fuck it, give it to me.

I muttered taking the control from his hand, examining it for a second.

— Be careful, don't take it so hard, Logan - Miles said somewhat nervously, although he was right, the controller was like the greatest invention of the 21st century.

But I was excited. I hadn't said anything about having been in Ethan's body, but geez! If I hadn't taken my clothes off at the time it had been out of mere respect for my friend. But I clearly wanted to see what it was like to have a thin chest, or a slender body. I had always wanted to be different, far from… The typical stereotype of a nerdy boy: fat, pimply-faced, unattractive.

I wanted more, too. Just like Ethan had said, I wished I had more than this.

— What are you going to do now? - Ethan said a little nervously.

— Hunt… As Miles said.

Everyone thought it was strange that he chose Caleb. They were right that he was obnoxious, and that was exactly why he had become my target. I was sick of his laughs, his mocking comments about my weight, once he had even burped in my face.

I knew he was an idiot, a lout, who hardly wore deodorant and used his brain to the bare minimum. I knew there were better bodies, but I wanted revenge.

— And you need help? Ethan was always the one who cared the most about others, with a warm personality and a big heart. I was a little more reserved, quiet and barely peeking out of the comics, Miles? Well, he was Miles.

— No. But one thing I rarely showed my friends, was the dark side of me. An extremely vindictive and spiteful side that was willing to do anything to see Caleb Hawks pay.

— Logan, are you sure you're…?

— Miles, how do I use it?

— Just point the antenna where you want the first body to be, then press the yellow button. At the end, point it at the second body, green button, and that's it.

— And what happens if he notices the change? Miles was thoughtful.

— There is a function but it's not finished yet, I would have to….

— Give me safe options.

— Tackle it. I swallowed.

Partly I knew it was a very bad idea all around. Going alone, aiming a controller at my bully, hoping he wouldn't hit me first. I thought about asking them for help, whether it was both of them or anyone else, Ethan could stay in the shadows and just be in charge of pointing and pressing buttons.

But I wanted to do things that only my company could authorize.

— And what will happen to the control?

— The controller will stay in your original body's hand, I doubt he'll figure out how it works, but you should get it back as soon as possible.

I nodded, as if mentally going over the steps to complete the “mission”.

— Right. I turned immediately, leaving the library to start walking through the rest of the high school.

I had no idea where Caleb could be, classes? In practice? It was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Yes, he was my stalker; but he always seemed to have a knack for finding me.

I decided to head out to the gym, there were hardly any people in that area at that hour, everyone else was in class I guess. I heard the sound of weights, the snorts of someone, and finally… I was there.

Caleb was lifting a weight, flexing his arms with a frown, there was sweat all over his body. He was concentrating on his exercises until he could see me through the reflection in the mirror.

— There you are, buttery! - he dropped the weights, with his usual stupid expression, that smug smile - What are you doing here, are you finally thinking of stopping being this heavy?

My hand was shaking as I watched him get closer and closer. Rage boiled through my body. I quickly pointed at his body to press the yellow button, to which he smiled a confused, mostly mocking smile.

— Is that one of your nerdy tastes? I clenched my jaw, he was getting closer, slow but steady. He was nothing short of lunging for it.

He stayed still. But I knew it was just a trap, he immediately rushed at me but I quickly turned the control towards me, aimed and pressed the green button.

From one moment to the next, I looked at my old body. And I couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. My old face formed a confused expression of Caleb's own, and before I could do anything, I snatched the controller away from him.

— What the fuck? He looked down at his new fat hands. To which I immediately ran with the control to the locker room.

I felt powerful. No, powerful was not powerful enough, I felt great! With my new strong legs I strided forward until I ended up at the bathroom door, and immediately whipped it shut to lock it.

I turned to the mirror, to find myself directly in front of Caleb's reflection, or rather: My new reflection.

Moments ago he only trained with a cap and pants, he was always careless with those things. Wearing any clothes to train, always leaving everything impregnated with his stench.

I froze for a moment, until a smug smile formed on my face. I lifted my armpit to start smelling my new scent, smiling at it; totally ecstatic about it.

I stroked my abs, letting out a giggle as I didn't feel my old belly, just a firm set of muscles. I kept hearing Caleb knocking on the door like crazy, but that was what mattered least.

My hands went to my pecs, and as soon as I caressed the relief on them, it was like seeing stars. An expression between confusion and ecstasy formed on my face, to which I went back to touching that area again and again. A silly, almost idiotic gesture, somewhat typical of the old Caleb appeared on me.

But what was better was feeling what Caleb was hiding in his pants! I could feel the stiffness, how it grew to bulge and stick uncomfortably against his pants, begging to be released.

I pulled out his phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint, starting to take pictures of me in different poses and faces. Some in profile, showing off his abs or highlighting his pecs, others with a mocking expression, or a serious one.

But what I loved the most, was sticking out my tongue, rolling my eyes and making him look even dumber than he already was. I had Caleb's fate in the palm of my hand! I could ruin his reputation as much as I wanted, drive myself crazy with power - anything!

But then he came knocking on the door again, and I didn't just want him to see from afar everything I was willing to commit, no. I wanted him to experience it in the flesh. I wanted him to experience it in the flesh.

I hid the control in a part of the bathroom sink, and opened the door to pull him inside with some force. My old body was undoubtedly a bit heavy, but even that wouldn't stop me now.

— What the hell did you do! - Caleb jerked like a worm on my arm, but I still didn't release my grip.

— Isn't it obvious, buttery? - I made sure to put extreme emphasis on that last word, I wanted to break it.

— Don't call me that, bitch! You don't know what I'm capable of doing!

— What would you be capable of doing, Logan - I tightened my grip on my old video game t-shirt - Because I remind you that that's your name now, you're Logan, and I'm Caleb Hawks.

His eyes conveyed terror, denying.

— N-no!

— Yes - I smiled with pure malice - But don't worry, I think I've had enough of annoying you like I used to, I think I've come up with a much better way to use you.

I grabbed him by the hair forcefully, lifted my armpit and suddenly pressed him against it. The former Caleb let out a whimper, and again tried to escape, but no. I would make him pay, hundreds and hundreds of days of him teasing me would not be forgotten.

I rubbed his nose up and down against my wet, smelly skin, my hand gripping the back of his neck. For a while he struggled until he seemed to slowly give up.

All you could hear were his gasps, his gasping breaths, and how he began to lick.

— Geez, looks like someone's hungry! He didn't respond, just swallowed saliva before plunging his face back into my new sweaty, stinky armpit.

I smiled contentedly, playing with him for a while. It was beyond gratifying to have him in the palm of my hand, in control of every single thing I did.

— You love it, don't you? - He was on his knees, his face flushed as he gasped for air, a couple of strands of saliva escaping his lips as my new masculinity was in the air - You love that this body is now in the hands of someone who deserves it, don't you?

It was as if his brain was mush, he barely nodded before I grabbed him by the back of the neck to get him to attend to me again.

We were in the dressing room for at least two hours, until he ended up with squirts and squirts of frothy stuff in his mouth. Apparently Caleb had buckets and buckets of nectar in his nuts too!

— Who are you now? - I grabbed him by the hair hard, which made him gasp. The image was more than satisfying, messy, full of sticky white goo, his face flushed.

— M-my name is L-Logan….

I smiled.

— Good thing that was clear, buttery.

I blurted out. I put on a denim jacket that he previously wore, and again pulled out my phone to take pictures of myself, revealing my new body.

It felt amazing, switching with Ethan had been just a stepping stone to the whole ladder of pleasure being Caleb was giving me. I kicked off my shoe, pulling my foot up against the sink to take a new picture.

Strangely… in my old body I'd never had that “taste” for feet before, it seemed a bit odd, but now… I couldn't take my eyes off my foot. I got as close as I could to sniff it, and it was like glory... I smelled again, noticing scents where I didn't notice them before, and feeling a great interest in my own scent.

How my armpits stank, or my balls. The smell of my feet… My whole body, in fact, was like an elixir. I'd never felt anything like it before, really. I had never smelled anything so… perfect.

Then I understood. Caleb had hyperosemia; a disorder that made him smell scents even stronger than they were. He was so obsessed with his bad smell because it smelled good to him.

— So that was your secret, that you smell so good to you, you don't care if others are disgusted? - I smiled, smelling my armpit again - Now I get it…. I smell so good.

He just looked at me like a hypnotized puppy, to which I just smiled.

— I think I've had enough fun with you. But I'm bored now, so I'll see you around, loser.

I let out a laugh to leave the locker room, but not before picking up the controller. I started to walk through the halls of the school, it was just a change of classes, so the halls were quite crowded.

I lifted my chin, stuck out my chest and strode forward with confidence. I didn't mind not wearing a t-shirt, I reeked of sweat, I could even smell that whitish liquid I had poured in droves on “Logan”, I smelled like glory. I was amazing!

I ended up making it to the library. I thought my friends would be gone, but there they were, Ethan was lying on the table, apparently fed up; Miles was still making notes.

I moved towards them, they didn't even see me coming when I grabbed Miles from behind to grab his hair. How Caleb used to annoy all the nerds at school.

— Let me go! - He tried to move while I just smiled. Ethan woke up in anguish as he looked at us.

— What's up, nerds? Your fat friend wanted to do something weird to me with a contraption of his, what did they have in mind trying to do something like that to me?

Ethan's expression turned almost terrified. To which I ended up letting out a laugh, I loosened my grip on Miles to pull out the controller.

— You should have seen their faces. I sat down in a nearby chair, placing my hands behind my neck and leaning back.

— Logan?…. - Ethan muttered in confusion. Miles just coughed as he glared at me.

— No, now tell me Caleb - I said as I smiled a self-centered smile again. I looked down at the table, picking up one of my comics to flip through it. I wanted to make sure I still had my taste in comics, and I did. I leafed through it for a while waiting for a response, though there was only silence - Won't you say anything?

— How does it feel? - Miles was the first to speak. He rushed quickly towards me, ready to ask hundreds of questions - How was it, where is the old Caleb?

— It feels amazing - I stroked my chest arrogantly, then flexed my arm in front of them to widen my bicep. Finally I reached up to my armpit to lick it - It's feeling a myriad of new experiences, and about the new Logan… I hope they don't find him in the locker room or his reputation will be buried forever.

I laughed deeply. Miles and Ethan just looked at me with admiration, though I knew part of it was also with desire, to which I flexed both arms to widen my chest and big arms.

— I'm like a superhero, aren't I? - There was silence again, just staring at me in rapt attention - Come on, guys. Stop drooling and better find out who we can play with.

I pointed to the control in the middle of the table, to which they got up in a hurry to almost run out of the library. I was left alone with a smirk on my face.

I got up just the same. To walk to the bathroom, I still hadn't finished exploring this whole body…

I went into the bathroom to start taking off what I had on, only being left in my boxers. I loved how the fabric clung to Caleb's chubby muscular legs, all his effort was now mine.

His muscles, his stench, his clothes, his phone. Everything, everything was mine and mine alone.

I pulled out my phone to take pictures of myself again, soon they would be all over his social media.

His Instagram feed would soon be full of shirtless guys, goodbye to all those girls in bikinis, nope. It would now be full of muscle boys, or twinks eager to be at my feet.

I was now a fucking god! With smelly feet, stinky armpits and musky smelling whole body. I smelled amazing… And even better, I could act as dumb as the old Caleb. Although with the big difference that I would exploit being a dumb, stinky “himbo” to the fullest.

The guys are definitely going to love it.

To be continued.

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I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you liked it, don't forget to follow it and share it so more people can discover it.

I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages.

This is the second part of “Switch Up”, a new series for the blog, I hope you like it.

See you in the next story… Who knows what body you'll occupy this time?

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[natashaneha31]

Feeling angry or frustrated is natural, especially with the pressures of homework, school, or everyday life. But what if we tried something different? Instead of letting anger consume us, why not switch it up? Take a breather, go for a walk, or talk to someone. Reacting differently can lead to surprising results. So next time anger strikes, embrace the opportunity to try a new approach. Who knows? It might just change everything. It's all about experimenting with how we handle our emotions.

[artifacts-and-beyond]

S.U. feat. Denzel Curry ∞ IDK

[chinotorres0919]

Going to work on posting on here more often most of my friends r on Tumblr more than any of my other social media.

[juuceejoi]

Whether you have siblings, close cousins that are like cousins, or even long-time friends that are like family; you probably have experienced some rivalry of sorts. Did that rivalry kill the relationship? How do you move past it or is it everlasting? Where does it come from; is it jealousy, lack of understanding, is it envy, or is it just nature? Does it end? On this episode of “Strength In You”, Strength, Courage, and Wisdom come together and discuss the situation. But, life makes us adapt and there is a different conversation that comes out.#SNU #comethru

[lschmidtartblog]

Carhop waitress Mew Mews

[seiwas]

yuuji’s all golden retriever boyfriend, cute and sweet—the ultimate boy-next-door. he brings home little things that made him think of you: flowers, a couple of pastries, maybe with one of those cheesy punny cards that go ‘you’re all i knead’.

it’s wholesome until he catches you off guard with a response spoken so casually to your chuckle of ‘good on her’ when your neighbour’s moans can be heard from your living room—

he says, bright eyes and arm still wrapped to cuddle you, “Don’t worry, I’ll make you scream too.”

[subwillsolace]

okay hiiii my loves......my mood swings have been truly insane the last few days so i havent written much.........but here is a little treat to show u what i have been working on (see if u can guess 👀) and what i am planning to have finished by tomorrow <3

He busies himself with checking Nico's bandages to avoid his soft look, batting his gentle hands away. But Nico is persistent, and Will is -- tired, too tired to have the energy to shove him away a second time. Plus it has been two weeks so Will is -- well, Nico is kind of alright he guesses. He has cool hands anyway. And Will is hot.

"I asked you to do one job," he says, when Nico's hands get a little too comfortable in his hair. "And what did you do?"

Nico opens his lying mouth. Will slaps him on the thigh, bulldozing over his wounded pout.

"You fought werewolves again. By yourself. Yeah, that's right." He huffs at Nico's guilty look. "That's right, I can tell. I put a tracker on you. Chew on that."

Nico smiles and Will knows that he does not believe him but joke's on him, isn't it. Will huffs again and pulls the tray he assembled earlier so it is right under Nico's chin, propping up his cot so he can sit up. He is careful to move slowly, careful not to jostle his stomach. He is too focused on the bandages around his middle to watch Nico's smile get soft. It is carefully hidden behind a proper mask of contrite apology by the time he looks up again, holding a paper cup carefully between two fingers.

"It's not unicorn draught, you prick, because people who bleed out on my favorite rug do not deserve accelerated healing. You get nectar." Will falters a little. "It might be nice, anyway. You've probably been eating -- I dunno. Squirrel or some shit. That or McDonalds for twelve days. Dumbass."

The look in Nico's eyes tells him he's right and the gentle hand that lingers on his as Nico takes the cup helps him calm. He's not -- that mad. Really. Well, he is, because he had the one job, but he did in fact manage not to die. Will lets his shoulders sag, lets his next sigh come out softer.

He brushes Nico's dark hair back as he fits the straw in his mouth, lingering over the dried blood splattered on the underside of his jaw. Will hasn't had much of a chance to wipe the blood all off him, and it seems no one else has remembered. He is scraping off a droplet of it as Nico swallows, as he pauses.

"Taste okay?"

[eyelambspider]

⭒ ​𝐤ö𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 —

he's (actually not so subtly) staring at you during a snowy mission (gn!reader, fluff)

Snowflakes swirled like a cloud of feathers in the chilly air, no breeze to carry them as they twinkled to the ground. This type of cold would bother anyone, even him... although he never complained. His fingertips were red and numb, holding stiffly onto his rifle as he stood watch.

His blue eyes scanned the endless mountains and pine trees, every inch covered in thick blanket of white, a sky of grey, snow-heavy clouds hung overhead, diffusing the sunlight.

He kept a vigil eye as always, but occasionally, his icy eyes would flicker right. Stealing a glance at you as you shivered beside him.

The tips of your ears were bright red from the cold. Nose and cheeks a pretty pink, nipped from the frost. Shivering under your thick uniform, but like him, you kept your focus out there. Still a good soldier.

Right, focus.

His eyes trailed back to the frozen tundra ahead, little tracks made by rabbits being blown over...

Slowly, but surely, his eyes slid back over to you.

Delicate snowflakes tangled in your hair and lashes, unperturbed by your trembling form.

"Bezaubernd," he muttered under his frost-bitten breath.

[dnfcliparchive]

dream: george wants to stand instead of going to the nice restaurant :( we have to eat this gas station sushi :( the content would be so good in the sushi restaurant! I wanted to sit down and eat :(

george: you guys won. we’re going to the stupid restaurant :/

dream:…I guess we don’t have to go to the restaurant

sapnap: why would you say that.

[possesseddesiress]

Switch Up: First Level

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Switch Up: First Level (English Version)

My name is Ethan, I'm going to finish high school in a few months and I feel like I didn't live that experience like I was supposed to. I always hung out with my two usual friends, didn't go to parties, didn't even have my first kiss, I hung out in the shadows, like a ghost.

With nothing in particular to be remembered, a zero to the left.

Very different from other guys at my school: popular, muscular, handsome, a hit at parties. I envied them.

I wanted to be one of them with all my might.

To go beyond being a shadow that blended in with the wall in the hallways, to be like one of those big jocks, popular guys, even those “badass” looking guys who seemed to be all the rage because of that.

— This sucks - I muttered in the library, accompanied by my friends: Logan and Miles.

Logan was a chubby guy, with a few pimples on his face and a comic geek, just at that moment he seemed engrossed in everything as he had his head hidden inside a new hero tome.

— Being in the library? - Miles asked. Thin, pale and with thick glasses that made his eyes look like binoculars, he was a genius, although he had a strange hissing sound every time he spoke.

— Yeah, what about the parties? It's high school, we should be doing other things than being confined to a library like rats.

— We're not popular for that sort of thing - Logan mused, barely peeking his head out of his reading.

— Plus no one notices us - Miles complemented, making what appeared to be doodles in his notebook.

— And doesn't that frustrate you? Don't you wish that we could have more? To have more experiences, more fun, guys at our feet.

Something I forgot to mention, all three of us are gay.

— And does it help to imagine that?… You're not going to change anything by yearning for more - Logan whispered in a pessimistic tone.

I sighed, I knew he was right. I just kept quiet, with a silence between the three of us until Miles stood up suddenly, a smile on his lips.

— Eureka! - he shouted with the notebook in hand, a loud ‘Shhh’ was heard from the librarian, to which he sat back down, but without erasing that smile.

— Do you feel good? - I asked. To which he interrupted me, speaking quickly because of his excitement.

— Better than ever, I've been feeling what you describe for three years now, it's been trial after trial, failed experiments trying to find a way to get it, but I finally got it.

— What the hell are you talking about?

— This! - he held out his notebook, showing me the contents on it. What I saw as scribbles before, now made sense: they were blueprints. There was a detailed outline of some kind of rectangular box, with formulas, calculations and other symbols that I couldn't quite understand.

— A… box?

— It is a remote control. Or so it seems - he detailed, pointing to the schematic - it is a bioelectric control, it is designed to launch a double signal that exchanges neural pulses between two individuals and-

— In English, Miles.

— It is a control that would allow consciousness to be switched between two bodies.

I thought about what he was saying. But it was impossible, wasn't it? What he was describing sounded perfectly like something from science fiction movies.

— But you'd still have to assemble it, design the parts, the wiring…

— No - he said, rummaging in his backpack to pull out a small remote control, it looked like something from a garage. With two buttons: one green and one yellow - I just had to complete some calculations.

On one side, it seemed to have a knob, around it were different numbers. Miles lifted the lid to move a couple of wires or join them together, then closed it and moved the knob, looking for a frequency, I guess.

— Still, I don't think it's something possible, I mean…. I believe in you, dude, no doubt you are a genius but I think this kind of thing is beyond….

— Your mental capabilities, Miles - and out of nowhere, the speaker seemed to be Logan. With the only detail, that it wasn't really Logan, it was me.

I found myself looking at cartoons, heroes saving the world and things my friend was reading earlier. I felt heavier, but there was something weird about it all too… I felt a different weight in my pants.

I spread my legs a little, feeling something thick fall against the chair - damn, Logan sure had something hidden between his chubby legs!

I looked up warily, finding my reflection checking my pecs. He looked at them curiously, running his hands over the flat surface as he smiled.

— Were you saying something, Ethan? - Miles said with a smirk on his lips. I looked at my new hands, completely surprised by the experience. They were very different from mine, a little more pigment on them, bigger and bulkier, with small, stubby fingers. It certainly wasn't the best body but there was something about me that sent a load of blood down there. And yes, “it” was big.

— Did you just use us as guinea pigs? - My old voice rang out, it was strange to “see” me there, clearly it was me, my same face, clothes, complexion, absolutely it was all me. But the stance, the body language, the way he spoke… it was definitely Logan.

— It was a risk he was willing to take for us, besides. I had already calculated the dangers, nothing would have happened.

— And why didn't you try it on yourself?

— And what my conscience would have ended up in the air who knows where? No thanks.

I felt a little annoyance towards Miles. But all that was… spectacular. If it had worked on us, then anything could. I could been any athlete! A class rep, one of those artsy kids or the welcoming committee, a teacher, some sexy parent. Whoever!

— And now?…

— First let me try something - Miles pointed at each of us again, first at Logan, pressing the yellow button, and finally at me, pressing the green button.

I didn't feel anything. It was just from one moment to the next watching me and the other, watching Logan. I touched my body again, feeling a little more relief at finding my correct measurements. There was one detail though, my manhood was undoubtedly stiff, almost rock hard.

I looked at Logan in confusion, to which he just shrugged his shoulders.

— It was exciting to lose almost all my weight in less than a second, sorry.

There was silence between us again. Not because of discomfort, but because of all that this implied.

— And now?

— Now you choose what to do, of course - Miles settled back in his seat, almost looking like some kind of CEO proposing a new business strategy - To continue in our bodies and the miserable life we lead, or find some body we like.

There was a bit of silence. And the first to break it was Logan.

— Let's do it.

— Great, I'm glad you're both joining me in this - a smile loaded with confidence emerged from Miles - I think we have the plan, but now the million dollar question remains. Who?

There were at least three hundred of guys in the entire high school, all grades, all clubs. Tall, muscular, thin, stocky, exchange, local, wealthy, middle class. It was like walking into a buffet.

— Do you have someone in mind for you…?

— Oh, yeah, sure. Blake Jones.

— Fuck, are you kidding?! The major captain of the sports team? - Logan was unduly surprised.

Although I partly understood. Blake was good at almost every sport, he'd been the captain of at least 4 different disciplines, king of the prom, made almost every girl nervous, teachers and moms included. He was like a god walking on earth, his plan felt like taking the body of Hercules.

— Who else? - Miles raised his eyebrow, as if the question was silly - I want him, I want that greatness.

There was something in his gaze that chilled my skin, though I understood the sentiment... Miles had been in the shadows of many things just because of his looks and the way he spoke, it was clear he wanted the perfect “vehicle” to go with his brain.

— So… I want Caleb Hawks - Logan said.

Miles let out a laugh.

— Don't make it up, it's a joke, right? - But Logan was silent - The brainless guy in school with the worst smell of all, is it for real?

Miles was right, Caleb was known for his idiocy, his bad smell and for being relatively “unpleasant”. There was something about him that could be striking, he admitted, though he didn't quite know what that something was.

— Can it or can't it? - Logan said seriously.

— Yes, yes. It's your decision, chill, man - Miles said. To which it seemed to calm down Logan, so he went back to hiding behind his comic book - And you, Ethan, who will be your prize?

My mind was working like crazy, going through all the grades, all the sports and art clubs, student associations, exchange programs, teachers? It was an endless menu of options. But then I thought of him: Ruben Hernandez.

Part of the art committee, good actor, influencer and with attributes to die for, despite not being part of any sports team, he certainly had a perfect body.

— Ruben.

— The Latino?

— Will you also give me a but?

— Not at all, I'm just surprised at your choices, folks. I thought you would pick captains and jocks, but I respect your choices.

Logan looked up, finally closing the comic book.

— So when do we start?

— Easy. Everyone hunts for what they want.

Then Miles extended the control to us, waiting for whoever would take it first.

To be continued.

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I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you liked it, don't forget to follow it and share it so more people can discover it.

I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages.

This is the first part of “Switch Up”, a new series for the blog, I hope you like it, I know this first episode was a little short, but the next ones will certainly be longer to follow the whole adventure of Ethan and his friends.

See you in the next story… Who knows what body you'll occupy this time?

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[polarmoon]

last round, as the two oldest teens in town, zach and jamie started becoming friends. this round it's no different - they hang out almost every day after school, and are basically best friends at this point. though they're both a bit too Edgy to call it that. it's a shame they never invite seth though.

they've recently planned on living together at uni, which is right around the corner! 🦖

[rimatsu]

Just wanted to extend a thank you for that BuckTommy fandom post you made because it summarizes what I've also been wanting to say.

So many BuckTommy's seem to be so hyper fixated with worry over Buddie - or, rather, Buddies - that it's destroying their ability to experience and absorb the content of the show from a sensibly logical POV.

We criticized Buddies for freaking out over Eddie's absence, so it's bizarre to see BuckTommy fans suddenly doing the same, even if the circumstances behind why may be somewhat different.

Based on everything we have received from 8B, logic would strongly dictate that Buck and Tommy will be reconciling. It should really be that simple. Everyone should be on a high right now, so it's so strange seeing the complete opposite.

Like, okay, sure. There is a possibility the paranoia will actually be validated when all is said and done, that the show itself will ignore the logic of its own set up.

But why default to assuming THAT will be the outcome, when we can try being more positive as a community and stick to logic, instead? I know the real world has been tough in this regard, but that doesn't mean we just default to spiraling about anything and everything in response.

no, thank YOU for your continuous efforts during these trying times. i get that last week's episode put a damper on everyone's mood, but why does the "there's no time!!" argument only apply to buck? he had two personal subplots in 8b: 1) his abandonment issues (addressed in 811) and 2) his post-breakup situationship with tommy (fate undetermined). a finale is meant to provide conclusions to unfinished storylines: i'm not hoping for much but i am expecting some sort of resolution before s9. narratively, the audience needs answers.

the emergency has already been introduced by 817, which means minimal screentime devoted to the setup. the athena-chimney conflict and his lingering survivor guilt will likely be addressed/resolved during the emergency. same goes for hen and the captaincy question if she does indeed end up reconsidering the offer after being forced to manage the scene. idem for eddie and the el paso job: helping with the building collapse will be the impetus behind his relocation to LA.

so that leaves baby han's birth (which might happen simultaneously with the emergency for maximum drama) and athena's finished house reveal. mara's adoption + eddie and chris move back to LA will likely be part of the ending montage. even if we lowball the post-emergency screen time to 15 minutes, sparing 2 of those on buck and his dangling whatever with tommy isn't unreasonable or impossible.

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jeaneil in tsc bc they make me go crazy

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tim really gives no fucks about being subtle anymore

between guzman and minear in these interviews they are either going to be actually pulling off the best gay slowburn of all time or are evil masterminds of queerbaiting to a level never seen before