#thanks boo thangs

[bangmechanpls]

Guyyyss go follow my twt - @ bangmechanpls_

[arsenalgbt]

i am so fond of you

where is my kai x boo thang fic volume 2?

[khaleesiofalicante]

Straight people are so weird lmao. I was with Andrew and this girl came up and started talking to him, so I busied myself in my phone (we were waiting in line for some paperwork) And she was very obviously flirting, and he was kinda flirting back (and he has the audacity to make fun of me!!)

And we had swapped sweaters earlier to see who pulled them off better lol. So this girl was saying something like "your sweater is so pretty! can I borrow it?" and I was holding back my laghter lol. So he explained that it was mine, and I had his. And she turned to me and asked if I was his girlfriend LMAO.

I laughed and kindly told her no, but she didn't look convinved (I mean, idk why I would lie but okaaay) And they continued flirting, and I was third weeling but I wasn't about to give up my spot in line, so I had to suck it up (he owes me one). So, she gave him her ig, left and told him something like "maybe you can borrow me your sweater next time if you'll like that, I'm sure many girls want it" and she turned to me, stared and left.. WHAT??😂😂

Girl, don't worry, I don't want this guy! I'm not even sure why you want him LMAO. And yes, I will never stop making fun of him now :)

girl every time you mention Andrew and a shenanigan like this I am like "is this from a fanfic? what chapter is this?"

NOAH YOU MUST SEE WHAT OTHER PEOPLE SEE????

[hungharrington]

i love when your blog spirals into delirious horniness and hatred (/lh) towards feet at the same time. like id scroll and see you answer a yummy little stevie anon and then suddenly it's feet.

HAHAHA it’s a battle honestly, trying to not answer too many of the same in one go but also giving good attention to the proper stevie asks 🫶 i’m glad YOU enjoy it, i was sitting in taco bell tapping my lil fingers fast as i can

[knight-gwaine]

So like I know when I get a crush on someone that shit be for a MINUTE, give or take from like 6 months to 3 years okay.

But like I'm sittin here like wow, not only do I like this lil man's and he LIKES me enough to be my partner but like a solid two months in of hanging out consistently and I still like him and have yet to see any major red flags?? And he too enjoys my presence and my friends and life???

What did a bestie say man, new healthy relationship for the first time in my life be blowing my mind. THIS IS WHAT THEY MEANT WHEN THEY SAID IT SHOULD FEEL EASY???? BRO. 🤯

[smusherina]

bridges burnt - chapter 5 [epilogue series] (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: When an invitation to Gretchen Wieners' wedding ended up in your mailbox, you'd been sure it was a mistake. Only, it read your name in neat, swoopy calligraphy. It was addressed to you. And Regina George, whom you hadn't spoken to in years.

additional clarification: This is set in the universe of yard work, a series of mine that can be found on my page! Reading this one might be a bit challenging without the context of the series :)

warning(s): weed mischief

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4

You were sitting at your table, chatting amicably with everyone, when Gretchen finally graced you with her presence. She was glowing, that much you could admit.

"Hey, guys!" She gave an energetic greeting. You smiled and waved.

"Oh em gee, Gretch!" Regina said as she stood up. She was considerably taller than the bride, with killer heels that gave some significant inches. They did air kisses on each cheek and cooed and squealed for a little.

"It's been so long! You're so rarely in town I wasn't sure you'd come!" Gretchen enthused. Her husband stood on the sidelines, looking quite put out but trying to hide it.

"Oh, you know I always make time for you," A blatant lie but you weren't going to say anything about it. "I'm so happy you've found love!"

"Me too," Gretchen gushed, snaring her boo-thang by the arm. He'd zoned out so startled a little but recovered quick with a dashing smile.

"Hi, I'm Michael." Of course, his name was Michael. What was next? Chad? Tucker?

"Regina. Regina George." Regina said, then turned to you. "And this is my partner."

You stood up and shook his hand, then said your name. "Nice to meet you. Congrats."

Michael nodded, smiling uncomfortably. He'd seemed sociable and open with the other guests so you didn't get why he was being all shy now.

"Thanks!" Gretchen chirped. Her eyes flitted between you and Regina. "Sorry if this is abrupt, but you two are still together?"

"We did go on a break right before college." Regina chose her words deliberately. "But after that, we just couldn't resist. True love just pulls you in, doesn't it?" She put her arm around your waist and pulled you to her. You stumbled a little, falling into her. Your arms came around her neck.

Gretchen looked quite unsettled by the close embrace. "It totally does." She said, tone falling flat.

"Mmh. Well, what plans have you got? Honeymoon?"

"Michael's been planning it for us," Gretchen said. That surprised you considering she was such a control freak. Perhaps you were wrong.

"There's no keeping secrets from her," Michael laughed. "Surprising her is too damn hard." His Southern twang was prominent. Something was charming about him, you supposed.

"I just want it to be right, Mike!" Gretchen teased, lightly hitting him on the shoulder. "I've been better haven't I? I let Deborah do the flower arrangements."

"Yes, dear," Michael said, looking down at Gretchen with real, genuine love in his eyes.

Seeing them interact, so sweet on one another, made you sad. First of all, because you were so similar. You were on the same level, people just the same as them. Looking at them like this, in just the context of the moment currently playing out, you didn't want to ruin their wedding.

But you had history. Gretchen had outed you to the school in junior year of high school. It'd had devastating effects on your life as a whole. Your father went from cold neglect to open disdain, you lost the jobs you were doing around the neighbourhood, your peers ostracised you. Those close to you, Regina mostly, got targeted rumours spread around and more negative attention than ever.

Gretchen was not the sole reason for your and Regina's break up but definitely one of them. You had settled to forgive and forget when you came back to town, to stay away and not say anything in a silent, mutual agreement. You buried the hatchet and thought she had, too.

You should've known better. Watching her make googly eyes at her husband as if the things she did had no bearing, no weight, infuriated you. She had ruined your life. Things had progressed since you were in high school and outing didn't have quite the same fallout, but what she did to Kylie was still unforgivable. There hadn't been that much progress. Gay marriage was still illegal in some states.

"Man, Gretchen, seeing you like this brings me back." You said, eyeing her. "Those sure were the days," You sighed and played wistful.

The bride and groom shared glances. Regina picked up what you were putting down and got involved.

"You'll be seeing just how much of a wildcat she is, Michael," Regina said, laying it on thick. "You have my number, Gretch, just give me a call if you wanna relive old times on your wedding night." She finished off with a saucy wink. You almost couldn't hold in your laughter.

"Toodles," Regina wiggled her fingers and took you by the arm, leading you away.

Once you were a safe distance away, you asked: "Wonder if they'll talk about that in private?"

"About Gretchen being involved, allegedly, in a lesbian threesome sandwich? I'd bet on it." Regina grinned.

You steered towards the exit to the parking lot where your car was. You had the kazoos and water pistols in the trunk. Maybe you spent a good fifteen minutes pinning Regina to the side of your flashy vintage—Betty the Catalina, you introduced—sucking the soul out of her through her mouth. Making out. Whatever, that was neither here nor there.

While Regina set out to find a gullible mother to deceive into giving out kazoos and water pistols, you called a guy. Rick was his name and he owed you a favour. He happened to be the owner of several karaoke bars. He'd hook you up.

"Yeah, anything will do, just needs to connect to the loudspeakers—uhh, pretty new I'd say, nothing too fancy but they didn't skimp out, that's for sure—yeah, yeah, I'll give you the address. Can he get here in an hour? Maybe less? I can pay his speeding tickets, no worries."

After making sure a karaoke machine would be delivered to the reception, you strutted back towards the building. On the way, you spotted three youths huddled in a non-descript spot by some shed. They were only visible from the parking lot. You knew what they were up to.

"Hey, kids," You sidled up to them, prompting the tallest of them to fumble with the joint he was trying to light. He had acne all over and residues of black eyeliner on his eyes. He had a strip of hair dyed stripey like a racoon tail. It was pretty cool, to be honest.

"H- hey," He stuttered, voice cracking as he swiped some hair from his eyes. Oh, to be young.

"You got weed?" You decided to be blunt. (Ha, blunt.) The two others were shaking like leaves in their tuxedos.

"No. I don't, like, even know what that is," The ring-leader crossed his arms defensively and leaned casually against the wall of the shed. Or, well, he was going for casual but looked extremely spooked.

"Well, that's a damn shame 'cause I was just looking to buy some." You said and reached into your breast pocket to pull out your wallet. You opened it and pulled out a couple of fifties. "I got all this cash to burn. But, hey, if you don't got any..."

"You'd pay that much for weed?" The boy eyed the bills hungrily.

"I'll be straight with you, kid-"

"I'm not a kid. I'm seventeen." He grumped. "Flint. Or Finnigan, I guess."

"Alright, Flint, I'm gonna put this bluntly. Your family sorta sucks." You looked at the other two. They were probably all cousins. Wouldn't tattle if Flint, the Cool One, told them not to. They didn't seem that much younger. As a responsible adult, you should've probably said something along the lines of 'don't smoke it's bad for you' but you were just glad they weren't shooting up or anything.

"Understatement of the century," He scoffed.

"Which side are you from, by the way?"

"The groom's." They all said in unison. That explained why you'd never seen most of these folk.

"I don't know much about him to be fair, but if he's shacking up with Gretchen I'm pretty sure they're equally sucky. Anyway, I'm trying to get everybody as fucked up as possible." You clarified, skirting around exactly what you were trying to do which was to ruin the wedding. Maybe these kids had better morals than you. "The bride sorta caused a rift between my girlfriend and I years back, outed me to the whole school, it was a scandal, we broke up and I spiralled. It was bad and I want revenge."

"She outed you? Like..." Flint looked around, looking scared someone was gonna hear. Nobody else was around. "Like you're gay?"

"I'm here with my girlfriend today." You said, smiling dopeyly. Your cheeks hurt. "I think we're back together. It's complicated. So, you wanna sell?"

"Hell yeah," He grinned, teeth crooked to the ninth degree. "Can we get in on it? Michael totally sucks, he orders us around like we're his minions or something."

The other two nodded along empathetically. They all had the same boxy, swoopy haircut that kept falling into their eyes. What luck that ran into the angsty teens of the clan.

"I don't know how much you'll be able to do without getting in trouble with your parents. Gotta be at least a little subtle."

Flint dug into his backpack and pulled out a plastic tupperware. There were some decent-looking nugs in there from what you could see through the frosted plastic. You handed over the cash.

"Pleasure doing business with you." You contemplated for a moment. "Any chance you could pull the fire alarm for the cake-cutting?"

The three matching evil grins were enough of an answer for you. Their little emo faces made your chest feel warm. You wanted to take them under your wing, or something.

"By the way, weed is fine. It's not great, I don't recommend it, but if you're gonna do drugs then this is best case scenario." You shook the plastic case in your hand. "Never do hard drugs. It's gonna make your hair fall out and teeth hurt like a bitch."

You left the three teenagers to smoke their blunt, knowing that your little shpiel probably went through one ear and out the other. You hoped they pulled through but if they didn't, you were planning on doing enough wicked shit that the sprinklers triggering would just be a cherry on top.

You found Janis smoking a cigarette at the same spot you'd been at earlier.

"You got a grinder?"

You opened the lid of the box, blasting the air with the potent smell of cannabis.

"Where the fuck did you get all that?" She asked as she reached into her purse.

"Not important. What is, though, is how we'll get the guests high."

Janis, the bright mind that she was, immediately got to work. You didn't even bother asking what she was up to when she crouched on the floor and began grinding away. She had fast hands, you observed, with how quick and clean she was rolling several blunts. Now that you saw clearly into the tupperware, lord almighty Flint had a lot of kush.

"What's the plan?" You asked after a moment, holding the box in one hand and blunts in the other. You stubbornly ignored the compulsion to stick one between your lips and light up. That was over for you.

"Find a Helen, a Beatrice, and or a Leigh-Anne, and convince them this is a miracle herb harvested from the government-protected, top-secret alpine springs of Florida, known for reversing wrinkles, repairing hymens, and with long-term use reducing hair growth neck down. It might even accelerate or delay menopause, depending on whose asking."

"Florida is the flattest state in the continental USA." You pointed out.

"Exactly." Janis didn't spare you a glance, just kept on rolling.

"So we're spinning a multilevel-marketing scheme on these people."

"Not really." Janis paused and turned to you. "We're just scamming them. Not even with money, with the devil's lettuce."

"That's arguably worse. I think this might be a felony."

"Oh, it definitely is."

Notes: The ball is rolling! At last! It only took five chapters good golly god.

Taglist posted seperately! If you want on it, comment so on that post!

[the-kr8tor]

Okay I had a fic idea and rushed to tumblr to see if your requests were open I'm lowkey shaking rn.

Anyway can we imagine hobie and reader who are friends but secretly having feelings for each other, and one night reader gets a little too drunk at a party and sends a confession text to hobie ?! And the way he would come to pick her up right after this and confess in return AAAAAAAKFODJODNXODBF do you think you could write something about it ? No one can write Hobie fics like you 💕❤️

Hi hi I combined both of your requests bc they were similar hope you don't mind. Changed it up a bit but it's basically the same! Thank you for requesting!! 😘❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), CW alcohol, fluff.

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Getting wine drunk is a bad idea, getting wine drunk alone is an even worse idea. Your vision swirls whilst you watch the most mind numbing reality tv there is. Mind hazy, the smell of stale popcorn filtering in the air, blanket comfortably on your legs. You look at your phone right next to you like it owes you money.

With a narrowed glance, the screen blinks open like you commanded it in your mind. You don't miss how you quickly take it in your wobbly hands despite the alcohol warming your insides. Huffing, you're immensely disappointed to see a notification from one of the games you play to pass the time.

‘Your castle is under attack!’ it says in bold letters, and you wish it was him texting you instead. Your wallpaper doesn't help much with your pining, the picture’s a bit blurry but even the blurriness can't hide how deeply in love you are with your best friend. You remember when the photo was taken, and you remember how fast your heart was beating in your ribcage when Hobie yanked you towards him. Sweat still clinging to him from his energetic performance, adrenaline still flowing in his veins as he squeezes his face close to yours. He gives the camera his signature smirk, whilst you could only manage a lopsided smile. Eyes shimmering under the spotlights, arms bravely wrapped around his middle.

You still can't believe you fumbled that day, you thought you had your confession in the bag, but when he stared at you with those brown eyes you loved so much since year eight, the words got stuck in your throat. With alcohol in your system, flooding your nerves with courage, you open your phone to finally tell him your feelings.

> Heyyy boo thang <3

You giggle whilst you hover your thumb at the send button. Backtracking and drunk off cheap wine, you add more to your message.

> Heyyy boo thang <3 just messaging u how ur doing and also I love u so much like a lot ever somce you held my hand during pe when that ball hit my face I loveee u and not just a friend muah <3

Eyes scanning the message, a sudden realization hits you like a truck, as if sobering you immediately. The thought of sending a love confession to *your best friend has you sitting up right on the settee, moreso via text message. But before you could erase it and forget about it, a sudden scream startles you, jolting, the sound making you drop your phone on the carpet.

“Shit!” You glare at the fallen phone then at the telly where the reality stars are now pulling each other's hair like they're in the playground.

With an annoyed click of your tongue, you take your phone from the ground to check the damage. Sighing in relief, you see no cracks in the screen, but your heart falls on the floor once you see that your drunken message has been sent. “No! Motherfucker—!”

Hobie’s head is pounding from the combined powers of the pints he chugged and the loud music banging on stage. The old leather seats of the booth scratch at his jeans, the smoky and musty air entering his lungs, and the warm lights shining in his blurring vision. He usually doesn't mind it, he thrives in the environment. But his band mates basically dragged him into the pub when he was supposed to be hanging out with you tonight.

“Mates before chicks!” James said, earning a loud slap from Yuri a second later. “You hang around her too much, we miss our guitarist.” Ned mumbles with his puppy dog eyes that Hobie never thought would actually work on him. “Just one round with us! And you can come back home to your girl.” Riri added with a teasing grin. Hobie didn't even correct her at this point, and he knows it’s not just for one round.

After sending you a heartfelt message using Ned's phone, he rescheduled the weekly hangout where you and Hobie would watch the crappiest show you could find airing on cable, and whoever leaves the couch first owes the winner dinner. To which Hobie always sees as a win/win, he gets to hangout with you more, and he gets to see you smile when he purposely loses. Hobie invited you to the pub, even though he knows you'd reject his proposal, simply because he knows you hate the place, and how the carpet sticks to your shoes.

He knows you more than he knows himself.

It's hard enough to find the time to see you with all his responsibilities. He hates it when he could only settle with a quick phone call every night to check in on eachother. Especially when just a few years ago you were hanging out with him almost everyday.

He never thought he'd miss you this much when he agreed.

Hobie loves his friends, he really does, but you just have a very special place in his heart that he wishes he was in yours too.

Nursing a pint, he drowns his feelings with the amber drink and loud chatter with his band mates. Riri grumbles something about her landlord, while Yuri replies back with a ‘mine’s always open for subletting,’ she says in a singing tone. A minute later, the entire table looks at him with similar glints in their eyes.

“What?” He asks a little too roughly.

“You should get your own phone, mate, because I don't want to see your bloody messages.” Ned scoffs, his phone in hand. “Seriously, this one is sweet and all but this could take a turn real fucking quick, and I don't want to see that shit.”

“What the fuck are you talkin' ‘bout?” Hobie doesn't think he's that drunk yet, even though he doesn't notice how his words slur together, or how his tongue sits heavy in his mouth.

Riri and Yuri giggle amongst themselves, while James takes a peek at Ned's phone before making a dramatic shocked face.

His nerves shoot up when James mouths your name. Are you hurt? Are you mad at him? “Y/N, texted? What’d she say?” Hobie tries to snatch the phone from Ned, to which his friend pulls it away from him playfully.

“Oh I'm gonna need some popcorn.” Yuri snickers.

Ned, being equally drunk, clears his throat dramatically while leaning away from Hobie, who is too drunk to even win against James who's currently holding him back. James laughs like a hyena in Hobie's ear, while Riri takes a picture of the chaos.

“Hey! Boo thang! Heart emoji.” Ned reads unabashedly, the girls laugh louder at Hobie's expense. “Just messaging you how you're doing, and also I love you so much!” Ned tries to copy your voice, “Like a lot—!” Hobie has had enough, cheeks hot (not from the alcohol) he uses his spider strength to push past James, then grabbing the phone so quickly that not even the owner processed what happened until he sees it in Hobie's hand. “You're no fun, mate.”

“Has anyone ever told you not to read someone else's messages?” Hobie hides the screen on his chest.

“It's my fucking phone!” Ned gestures wildly.

Hobie glares at his bassist, he peeks down at the bright screen, your name up top and caller ID smiling at him. He can't help but smile back.

He might be drunk, but he's not drunk enough to hallucinate you confessing your love to him. Via Ned's phone nonetheless.

He feels bodies crowd around him, Yuri's chin is pressed on his left shoulder while Ned on his right. Riri pushes James away to get a closer look at the screen while James settles to loom over everyone like some muscle-bound shield.

“What the fuck are you lot doin’?” Hobie asks, hands gripping the phone like it's about to be snatched from him.

“We're dying from anticipation here, bruv.” James says above everyone.

“‘Anticipation’, that's a big word, James.”

“Eat a bag of dicks, Yuri.”

“You first—”

“Would you all shut up?” Hobie hisses, eyes glued to the tiny dots at the bottom, indicating that you're currently typing.

“She's typing.” Riri whispers.

“We can all see that, Riri.” Ned whispers back.

Hobie shushes them both when the three dots disappear without a new message. His heart hammers at his chest, he feels like he's back in high school, way back when you could just smile at him and his day will be made better.

“Just tell her, mate.” Ned says a lot softer than Hobie thought he was capable. “We all know you love her, just bloody tell her because I'm gonna need my phone back to call a cab real fucking soon.” And he ruined it.

“D’you have a curfew, Neddy?” James asks teasingly, earning a scowl from Ned.

Ned rolls his eyes. “I'm just saying, she might appreciate it if you actually reply to it.”

“I think she's drunk.” Riri pipes up, everyone looks at her. She roams her eyes towards each of their faces. Rolling her eyes she points at the message. “Look, there's so many mistakes there and I've texted with Y/N before, she doesn't text like that.”

“What's wrong with texting with spelling mistakes? I do that.” James smiles.

“Because it's just you, you ding dong.” Yuri teases, and James fakes a deep frown.

“Being drunk doesn't mean she didn't mean the text. The alcohol might've just helped her send it.” Ned reassures Hobie.

“I did it.” Hobie half exclaims, bleary eyes repeatedly reading his text. I fucking did it, shit! He thinks to himself. Hobie's suddenly incredibly sweaty.

“Oh shit! That's my guy!” Ned punches Hobie's bicep. The rest look at him with bewilderment.

“What did you even say?” Riri scooches closer to read.

> I love you too I might be drunk right now but I wasn't when I first realized it I have loved you since you gave me hot chocolate when I was freezing my ass off trying to win that stupid selling contest

“Holy fuck.” Yuri pats Hobie's cheek. “Can't believe you're capable of being sweet.”

“Shit, bruv,” James sniffs, his tears falling on the screen. “that shit is awe inspiring— don't even start, Yuri”

“Wasn't gonna,” she shrugs.

Ned pokes Hobie's side when he realizes his friend hasn't moved an inch from his position. “You okay, Hobs?”

Hobie inhales shakily, a smile slowly spreading across his lips once your message pops up. He swears that fireworks suddenly lit up inside him.

“Oh my god—” Riri tears up, but before the rest of the band reads the message, Hobie jumps out of his seat, even forgetting his own jacket in the process.

“Hobie—shit! Wait!” Ned tries to call him back, but Hobie's already out of the pub, sprinting fast. “My fucking phone.” He could only scratch his head.

The wind nips at his bare arms, lungs heaving whilst he runs at full speed. He should've brought his web shooters with him, but he unfortunately left it in his jacket pockets. If he had them he'd be swinging to your place so he could get to you faster.

Hobie's glad that it's late, or else he'll be dodging people left and right. Boots thumping loudly across the pavement, hand gripping Ned's phone, getting closer to your familiar street, he curves around the corner, almost bumping into you.

He stops your momentum with his arms. He feels his own jacket against his arms, you wear his hoodie well. Your chest heaves, grin slowly appearing on your wind whipped lips.

“Hobie?” You ask and everything clicks together in his mind.

All the tentative touches you two shared, all the hugs that lingered a few seconds longer, all the times that you looked at him like he fished the moon out for you. And all the times he looked at you like you're made out of stars. It all comes together in that dusty street corner where you both have crossed a thousand times before.

“Looks like we had the same idea.” Hobie softly says, clammy hands sliding down to your own sweaty palms. He doesn't mind, it's you, so he would never mind it.

“I guess you read my message.” You hold him close, hands squeezing at his hands that you've mapped out in your mind.

He chuckles, sliding his hand out from yours to show you the screen. “‘Say it to me in person and I'll say it back,’ doesn't give me much leeway, love.” The streetlight above perfectly aligns above you, giving you both a spotlight.

You mirror his smitten smile. “What are you waiting for then?”

Hobie pockets the phone, then he holds your face gently, eyes staring at you like he always has. “I love you.”

You pull him closer by his collar. “I love you too, Hobie Brown.”

“Since when?” He rags you on.

You roll your eyes with a smile. “Ever since I got hit in the face with a basketball and you deflated it with your spiked bracelet and then called the jock who threw it a wanker.” He smiles wider at every word you utter. Leaning closer, he smells the wine on your lips. “The hot cocoa, really? That—” you fight the tears from flowing. “That was years before we became best friends.”

“And I've continued to love you since then, and will love you as long as you let me.” Hobie presses his forehead atop yours, a kiss would suffice better, but for now, he'll settle for this.

You know him better than you know yourself. “Save me a kiss once we're both sober?”

“They're all reserved for you, love.”

[robotcowboy6969]

Enotburger. Feed that thang some macdindle!

Thank you @renteduwu for the request pookie boo

[icyg4l]

PAC: Sister-to-Sister Messages

As promised, I said that I would post messages this weekend in regard to Women’s History Month based on the results of yesterday’s poll. This reading will be all about sister-to-sister dynamics. I am so thankful for the support that I have been receiving for these readings. It’s much appreciated! 🤌🤌 Anyway, today is the last day of the five dollar flash sale!! All readings will be $5 today! Come get it if you want it!!! Without further ado, choose your sister duo.

*** Disclaimer: These readings are meant to uplift, relate to, and/or inspire women!

Left-to-Right (1-3): Chloe and Halle, Beyoncé and Solange, Tia & Tamera.

Pile 1: If you resonate with the photo of Chloe and Halle, then this is your pile. First of all, your potential hasn’t even peaked yet, Pile One. Your sister wants you to know that you should continue to pursue your dreams. I feel like you have the tendency to start stuff but not finish it. What’s that about? She’s noticed this since yall were young but probably thought you would’ve grown out of it. But she still thinks that you will prosper. Those who resonate with this pile seem to be the baby in the family. You may feel like your sister acts too much like your mother, but she just wants what’s best for you. I feel like your sister is very successful/accomplished & you may feel that pressure to follow her footsteps. But in reality, she just wants you to be you. Be an individual, babe. And the last message that I got from this pile was kind of funny. Your sister feels like you work too hard. Where’s your boo thang? You need to let some stress off with a sexual partner chile, especially if someone’s been putting in effort to talk to you. Give them a chance! Maybe you can find a creative spark from messing around with them! In the end, your sister is supportive of your creative pursuits. She just wants you to put in more effort.

Cards Used: The Star: King of Wands, Four of Cups, Prince of Wands, Page of Discs (RX), 3 of Discs.

extras: “you’re being uptight.” “i’d put my life on the line for you.” spotlight. errands. ADD. chronic lip licker. “you stole my clothes.” new wardrobe. a kiss on the cheek. pillows. voluptuous. chanel. argan oil. tree climbing. golf. tennis. pierced earlobe. “i didn’t get you anything, sorry.”

Pile 2: If you resonate with the photo of Beyoncé and Solange, this is your pile. Damn Pile Two, you’re quite the looker aren’t you? Your sister sees the physical growth that you’ve made in the past two years and she is in awe of it! You’re absolutely flawless dear! But don’t forget to hold onto your vision. I feel like this pile is in high school? Maybe a freshman in college. But you have a lot of admirers. I feel like your sister is younger than you & they feel like you’re not paying attention to her as you as you used to. She feels like you mistreat her, not necessarily on purpose. It may be because you’re so busy. She wants you to not forget about them. Your sister is proud of your pursuit of higher learning (if you’re in college). She is going to follow in your footsteps because of this. But make sure you keep your promises, babe. Go to that yogurt shop with her. Go shopping with her at the mall. Go to the movies. Hell, go to the park with her. Paint with her. Spend quality time with your sister so she can stop feeling this way!

Cards Used: Nine of Cups, Ace of Discs, Four of Discs, Five of Swords, 7 of Cups (RX), Princess of Cups, 10 of Discs.

extras: strawberry & banana smoothie. teenage dirtbag. furry boots. sweet treats. calming down after nightmare. salad. elephant lover. french tips. sparkles. ribbons. bows. “speak up, honey”. abbott elementary. “i want more you.” “honesty is everything.” “keep my secret.” conceited by remy ma.

Pile 3: Last but not least, if you resonate with the photo of Tia and Tamera, then this your pile. Aw, Pile Three, your sister regrets the last conversation y’all had. I feel like this conversation could have been about how personal choices affect loved ones, i.e. bringing around terrible dating partners/friends, not paying off debts in time. It also could have been a conversation about codependency or feeling smothered. It feels like your sister understands why you left; you wanted to put yourself first. It took her some time to realize that y’all can be separate and still have love for you. Y’all need time apart to grow. Do you have a twin, Pile Three? Or were you extremely connected to your sister on a soul level at some point? There will be some time for y’all to reconnect but just not right now. There’s some stubborn energy between the both of you but y’all will reconnect once there is momentum in the both of you guys’ lives. She doesn’t hate you for being independent, but she does hate the way things ended, Pile Three.

Cards Used: Eight of Cups, The World, Five of Swords, Four of Discs, Two of Wands, Nine of Discs, Strength, 7 of Wands.

extras: “i have the balls, you don’t.” “it’s my prerogative.” oil and vinegar. liv and maddie. perfectionism. credit card debt. “drink up.” doodlebob. responsibilities. the old days. unplugged cords. cauliflower. fake vegan. bad eyesight. chloe bailey. drinking water. messy bedroom.

[smileysuh]

giiiiiirlyyy

you're doing gods work by writing a motorcycle riding neighbor wonwoo and mingyu fic, i'm pretty sure i'm biased buuuut, i just knooow you're gonna do it justice like no other author

can't tell you hooow excited i am for it, April can't come sooner!

hope your ✨ boo thang ✨ is giving you enough love/kisses/hugs so he could make up for allll the love/kisses/hugs i wish i could give you, mwah love youuuu :))))

EEEEE! THANK YOU BABES! I'm pretty happy with what's been written so far tbh- I was working on the plot for a couple of months, and it just needed something extra, finally I found a plot point to spice it up that I think you're really going to love ;)

Boo Thang is up north right now for his two-week work stint, no hugs or kisses right now, but he'll be back in nine days and will dote on me then lol- that's why I'm trying to get all my writing for April done right now, so I can spend the whole week he's back focused on him without writing pressure on my shoulders😍

thank you so much for this message, I love you too!

Here's a sneak peek for ya ;)

synopsis: If one neighbour is a Doberman, then the other is a Golden Retriever. They’re like night and day, and yet, you’re drawn to both, as if some gravitational or celestial power is pulling you to them… it also helps that they both have motorcycles. How had it been so easy to ghost Wonwoo in the past, only to find yourself at a crossroads with his roommate seven months later?

[nieceeee]

Eren Jaeger Masterlist

All things Eren because I got a thang for my Rennie boo! . Content in purple is NSFW so minors DNI please and thank you

Series: babydaddy!eren

"Let Me Help"

“Before The Baby” "The Aftermath" "Its Better This Way" "Date Night" "Soon As I Get Home" "She's Not Yours" "Where To Now?"

Photo Dumps

"Annoying My Babydaddy" "The Typo" "You're Mine" SMAU

updated: 3/12/2024

[macsimagines]

Ahhh you write for them wonderfully? You’ve gone above and beyond my expectations and I appreciate all you’ve done ♡

I hope that you’re not too busy and that I’m not pestering you too much; may i request the same Yan! Shin/Izana/Ran trio stalking their darling throughout the city on their day off? Like them following and observing as their s/o runs errands, goes to appointments, etc?

Thank you for the love and thank you for your patience with me. Ive really enjoyed writing your requests

Yandere!Shinichiro

Was devastated when you told him he couldn't go with you. "My bad Boo, but you're too distracting and I really need to get these errands done today."

He took such great offense to that. What's so distracting about constantly having a hand on your ass and his tongue in your mouth- ok. Maybe he can be a smidge attention diverting...

But its ok! He can still be with you, just in a far off corner where you can't see him. Its almost nostalgic, it's just like back in high school before you two were dating.

Loves the way you're doing your errands though. Look at his baby go, being all domestic at the grocery store. Takes pictures on his phone because its just too cute the way you read all the store labels.

You end up catching him in the frozen foods section. "Hey there, sweet thang... Come here often?" Cheesy pick up lines and his stalking aside, at least he's cute right?

Yandere!Izana

What in the hell? You chew his ear off about how you never get to spend time together and how he always blows you off and now that he finally has a day set aside for you, you can't even spare him a second?

"Sorry baby, I've got a really important appointment today and I can't miss it." "Are you shittin' me? An appointment for what?" "....hair."

You must think you're real slick if you honestly believe that he'll fall for a lie like that. He knew this was gong to happen. Obviously you're planning on leaving him.

Like he'll let you walk away, its his own fault, as if you can leave him alive, he should've paid more attention to you, you're not going anywhere but in a fucking body bag, please don't go.

He follows you, he wants to catch you in the act. Did you meet someone new? Are you trying to just dip out of town while his guard is down?

Izana does catch you. At an appointment. At a maternity clinic. So you did lie, but this is a whole other monster than what he was ready for. Could this mean...

Waits outside for an hour and can't even enjoy the shocked look on your face. All he wants are answers.

"Well, Y/N?" With shaky hands and tears in your eyes you hand him a picture of an ultrasound. He can barely make out the tiny blob in the photo but suddenly he knows why you were so moody and trying to blow him off.

"I'm sor-!" Izana isn't one for PDA, but before you can get even a single apology out he's embracing you in a tight hug. This is the best possible outcome.

Yandere!Ran

Well ain't this a bitch? He wakes up at the crack of dawn, 12pm, and you've already left the apartment? Only leaving a note; Enjoy your day off baby! Running errands, be back 2nite!

Bullshit! He took the day off for you, and to sleep like the dead, but mostly for you! Ran had actually planned to take you out shopping then drop by that nice restaurant you like so much for dinner.

This will not stand. Using the app he had installed on your phone, he bought it and pays the bill he can put whatever he wants on it, he tracks your location all the way to the market.

He's going to surprise you and drag you home. You can't just take off like that. Who is he supposed to spoon when you're gone? His pillow? Pathetic.

But then he sees you. So cute in your skirt and sweater, holding a basket of all that fresh produce he knows use when you make him his food. You take such good care of him.

Ran really does want to be mad but how can he when you're just an angel....

When he finally confronts you he does try hard to front like he's mad. "You could've woken me up..." he pouts. You just pat him on the head. "Big baby. Want to help me pick out some fruit? I'm thinking of making a parfait for dessert?"

[mommahughes19-23]

Until next time posty - Q.H

@suzy.q : at least when I was in jail I got some rest in 🥂

tagged : @_quinnhughes @lhughes_06 @jackhughes

location : with my boo thangs

jackhughes : you only went bc mom told us we had to take you...

↪ suzy.q : jack... do you want another shoulder injury? 🥴

lhughes_06 : I dont like that youre related to us and post things like this

↪ suzy.q : THINGS LIKE WHAT LUKE?!?!?!?!?!?! A CONCERT?

nicohischier : oop sister hughes popped offffffff🫡

dawson1417 : why is there a zipper on your leg???? are you not real???😳

↪ suzy.q : I was wearing boots?????? are you good ?????

john.marino97 : OMG im crying, im gonna miss yall so so much!

tmeier96 : oh I understand the caption now

↪ suzy.q : oh timo ...

bssmith2 : your outfit is cuteee

ehaula : post Malone is a GOD ... rude of you not to invite me.

tofff73 : honestly you dont deserve to have seen post

curtislazar95 : and as per usual.... where tf was my invite???

holtz_10 : this is cute

dougieham : so while im at dev camp sweating my titties off this is what youre doing !?!?!?!?

↪ suzy.q : I have nothing to do with your team sir

reannelazar : a living breathing idol, youre so cute!!!💖

_quinnhughes : we get it you saw post malone.

kevinbahl88 : omg postyyyyy

ninahischier : please let’s go to a concert when i come visit?!🤩🥰

bboeser : i’m appalled that i wasn’t even contacted for an invite

zadorov_16 : cuties

eliaspettersson : its just offensive to see my best friend do anything without me ....

matthew_tkachuk : gangs all here, but none of u are Stanley Cup Champs

↪ suzy.q : Matthew... kindly stfu

kuzya_096 : oh

tdemko30 : thatcher approved.

bradytkachuk : thanks 4 the invite u hoes

arturssilovs1 : my cappy boy

elblue6 : you guys are such cuties together!!

colecaufield : BLAST

nilshoglander : oo

A.N :

sorry this took a year to post idk what is going on w my motivation... any whooooo.... I changed my desktop Tumblr to light blue instead of how it normally looks and idk how I did that so if anyone knows how to put it back please help.

@fortkachuk and I have cooked up something spicy so watch for that.

im very bored today but I have no motivation to write its weird.

lots of luv

tagged : @skylershines @quinnylouhughesx43 @noahkahansorangejuice

[khaleesiofalicante]

But wait! There's more!!! I mean... I had to take advantage of the time, right??

This was a reminder of how chaotic this fic was jdhdjdjkd. I love them your honor!

Ngl, I'm excited for ials' moodboard. Imma make myself cry :)

As my favorite babe would say:

Yours in faith,

Noah💙

Reading this reminded me of how chaotic and unhinged this fic was we need more of that in our lives 💙

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

I loved the aesthetic! And the quotes of your choice have me reeling.

Now. I know some of yall were asking about this before. This moldboard inspired this scene. So, everyone say, thank you to noah!

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“Well. Well. Well. Look who finally decided to show his face.”

Max feels afraid. A little. He doesn’t know why. 

Maybe it’s because he’s finally in New York after so fucking long. Maybe because he now knows his bapak - sweet bapak - actually used to be a fucking assassin. Maybe it’s because of what he’s about to do. 

Goddamnit. He should’ve done this over the phone. Or sent a letter or some shit. 

David gives his hand a little squeeze. Max finds the strength he needs. 

“Bapak,” Max whispers. 

Bapak’s face softens immediately. “FaceTime doesn’t do justice, Blueberry. You look so handsome.”

“I know right?” Max chuckles as he hugs his father tightly. “Missed you.”

“Missed you more,” bapak whispers as he pulls back. The smiles broadly. “David. Come here.”

David carefully hugs the other man. “Hello, Magnus.”

“I hope the trip was safe,” bapak smiles. 

“It was,” David smiles.

“David has more security than the president,” Max snickers. 

“As he should,” bapak huffs. “The president is a douchebag.”

Someone very pointedly clears their throat. Max tries not to roll his eyes. 

“Alec,” bapak chastises. “Help them with their luggage.”

“They have hands,” dad shrugs. 

Bapak scoffs at that. “Ignore him. He’s always grumpy during winter.”

Max chuckles awkwardly. “Not gonna lie. I thought you’d be way more pissed about this.”

“Because you got secretly married?” bapak demands.

Max’s palms are sweaty. “Yeah?”

“You know, Blueberry. I had a lot of time to think about this,” bapak tells him. “And I’ve come to the realization that this is not about me. It's about you. It’s your life and your wedding.”

“Really?” Max whispers softly. 

“Sure,” the man grins. “I mean, do I still think we should throw a small party? Definitely. Perhaps a little shindig with our close friends and family. I could make the guest list and sort out the catering and get us all matching outfits-”

Dad clears his throat again. 

“Right,” Max swallows. “Bapak. Um. It’s just…There is something you should know before.”

“Oh my god,” the man gasps softly. “Did you already have a party? Without us?”

“No. No. David and I got married very quietly,” Max confesses as he holds onto his husband for dear life. “We don’t really want a party.”

“Oh. Alright then,” bapak hums. “I guess I’ll delete my Pinterest board. It only took me…a few hours.”

Dad clears his throat again. 

“Alec,” bapak says in frustration. “Is something wrong with your throat? Do you have a cold?”

The front door creaks softly as two tiny hands push them open and run into the apartment.

Ah.

Fuck. 

“Daddy. How long do I have to stay in the car?” the boy complains softly. “It’s cold outside.”

Max adjusts the boy’s beanie and swallows thickly. “Um. So.”

“Alec,” bapak blinks a couple of times. 

“Yeah, babe?”

“There is a child in my house.”

“Yep.”

“There is a child in my house,” bapak says again. “Whose child is this?”

Max puts up his hand dumbly. David does too. 

“You two have a child,” bapak narrows his eyes. 

“It’s, um, children, actually,” David murmurs. 

“Children?” bapak echoes. “Plural?”

“Arthur is in the car,” Max says quickly. “He gets cranky if you wake him up during nap time.”

“You named them?” bapak demands. “Without me?”

“Bapak, in my defense, you named your cat Chairman Meow.”

“It’s a great name! Alec, tell them it’s a great name.”

“At least you didn’t name your kid Lancelot,” dad rolls his eyes. 

“It’s just Lance!” the little one groans. 

“Lance,” bapak’s face softens again. Then he glares at Max. “This is unacceptable.”

“Magnus,” David interrupts, taking a step forward. “We had to do it for the sake of the children. We couldn’t tell anyone. Max wanted to. I promise. But we couldn’t risk the safety of our boys. I’m sure you understand that.”

Bapak lets out a long suffering breath. “I suppose! But this situation needs to be rectified immediately!”

Max relaxes a little. Damn. He really thought this was going to go south. 

“We’ll have a little family dinner. A tiny one. We can get to know each other,” bapak smiles as he ruffles Lance’s hair. “We have to tell Rafael. He’s going to have a stroke.”

“Yay!” Lance cheers. “Uncle Rafe’s coming!”

There is a terrible silence.

“Rafael knows?” bapak asks dangerously. 

“It was an accident! Lance was playing with my phone and he accidentally FaceTimed Rafe and it was this whole thing but-“

“So, I’m the last person to know?” the man demands. 

“Um,” Max gulps. “Uncle Jace doesn’t know yet.”

“I’M IN THE SAME CATEGORY AS JACE?”

“Bapak.”

“Alec.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Get my assassin’s toolbox.”

“On it.”

“Bapak!” Max groans. “We have a child!”

“Children!” David reminds. “Plural!”

“You are being so extra right now!” Max complains. 

“Excuse me, I’m not the one who eloped to Paris and got married in secret and has a wholeass secret family!” the man growls at him as he goes through what actually looks like an assassin’s toolbox. 

Jesus fuck. 

“I think we should run,” Max whispers to his husband. 

“No.”

“Babe, he has a toolbox!” Max hisses. “It has knives.”

“You must be joking if you think I didn’t come prepared,” David tells him quietly. “I have four knives in my person right now.”

Jesus fuck. 

What the fuck?

And why is that so fucking hot?

“What’s this?” Lance peeps inside the box. 

“This is my favourite dagger,” bapak smiles as he takes out a tiny dagger. “You can keep it.”

“Um,” David says. “We don’t give him sharp objects.”

Bapak throws him a glare and David shuts up.

“God knows how many birthdays I’ve missed,” bapak huffs as Lance inspects the dagger. “I need to catch up.”

“Papi gave me a train last year,” Lance informs and smiles at Alec. “It goes choo choo!”

Dad swallows. “I’ve never met this child in my life.”

“You and I will talk later,” bapak tells dad slowly. “You’ve been a bad boy, Alexander.”

“Gross,” Max groans and covers his son’s years. 

“Blueberry,” bapak points a finger at Max. “You are going to tell me everything. And there better be photos or there will be hell to pay.”

“I have loads,” Max says quickly and takes out his phone. 

“And you,” bapak glares at David. “Is it just two or are there more secret children I need to know about?”

“Um,” David says as dad slowly moves the toolbox away from bapak’s reach. “We have a cat?”

“YOU HAVE A WHAT?”

[kinkandkreep]

Y'all, I have finally, by the literal grace of God found the motivation and inspiration to continue working on Ignominious. 😭😭

I'm mostly using this poll to assess whether there's a continued interest in Ignominious.

My goal was always to finish it regardless, and quite a few of you have expressed to me that you're still intrigued by the story, so I'll leave this up for a week to give everyone time to reread or do what they need to do to make a determination.

Here are links to the first and most recent chapters. Subsequent chapters are linked on the individual pages.

Thank y'all for participatin' in advance! Your feedback is greatly appreciated! 👋🏾

Y'all...what in the world?? 😂😂

Why on Earf did Mikey almost win??? 😵‍💫

And for the fact that he beat Ken, who beat Mikey's adulterous ass for you????

Where does y'alls loyalty lie? 🫠

But anyway, I'm glad Izana won. 😂

Now I can begin wrap up preparations for the story, having a clearer vision of where I should ideally head.

Thank y'all again for participatin'! You've been a big help! 👋🏾

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

Thank you for the tags @whatsintheboxmh @your-catfish-friend @inkweedandlizards @heartstringsduet @thisbuildinghasfeelings @sznofthesticks & @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad I am about to go make myself a coffee and enjoy it while reading all your sneaks 🥰

“How are things with Carlos?” Marjan asks after the waiter’s dropped off her tea and TK’s coffee. She wraps her hands around the warmed glass tea mug, but will wait patiently for the mint tea to steep. TK, however, immediately pours himself what he knows will be his first of at least three cups of coffee. It’s strong, probably the strongest coffee he’s ever had. But it’s also the best coffee he’s had in Austin, maybe even ever. The bold flavor enhanced with cinnamon and cardamom is a wake up and a sweet comfort. It’s nothing like his dad’s froo-fooey half-caf extra foam cappuccinos at the station. It’s tradition and it’s community and it’s friendship. It takes time and dedication to brew, and it’s fostered in centuries of culture and tradition. He takes a sip and smiles at his friend, waiting for the question he knows is coming.

“You guys make it official yet?”

“Ugh.”

A dangerous smile crosses Marjan’s face as she reaches for a dolma. “Is he your boo-thang?”

“Dude, I don’t think anybody’s said ‘boo-thang’ since, like, 1998.”

She doesn’t reply, waiting for him to answer the question while she munches on her dolma with the same patience she uses for her tea.

“Fine. Yes.” He can’t fight the smile that’s making its way across his own face. He can’t help it, it’s been happening every time he thinks about Carlos for the last week. Which, if he’s being honest with himself, is constantly. So instead of fighting it he hides it behind his coffee mug.

Marjan sends him a knowing smile anyway. “That’s good. He’s good for you.”

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