#the age for that is 16 where i live

[oceaneyesinla]

One day I will look my age. Today was not that day

(I'm aware that this can be seen as a positive, however it's less, oh yay you look so youthful and more, you do not look like an adult, can I have some ID please)

[rosekasa]

creating for a fandom from teenage years to adulthood is so special because you can see where your subconscious was through the history of your works

[fluffle-writes]

I wanna. Pick them up in my mouth and shake 'em around like a dog obliterating a squeaky toy

[mochapanda]

was listening to fantasy high thinking abt dnd worldbuilding stuff and made this chart of dungeon meshi race lifespans for fun bc autism

[iwakuraz]

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[r4gg3dy4ndy]

slippery people.

max shows up at your door randomly one afternoon. (1,941 words.) (proper punctuation + capitalization in the fic.) (fic named after slippery people by the talking heads.) (character is aged up.)

Knock knock. That's strange. You weren't expecting anyone today. Maybe it's someone looking for your mom? You walk over to the door, opening the door when who do you see but- "Hey, Max. Uh, what brings you here?" He wrings his hands anxiously, giving you a small smile. "Just bored, I suppose. Have any plans?" "Uh, no, I guess I don't. Guess I could use some company. Come on in." You move out of the way, letting him in. He looks around as if he's committing every detail to memory, nodding to himself. It's honestly quite awkward. "Um, could I get you anything? Something to drink?" He ponders your question for a moment, before turning and nodding to you. "Just some water would be nice." He follows you to the kitchen, watching your every move. His gaze is intense, and you nearly drop the cup just from how anxious he's making you. You hand him the water, walking over to the record player in your living room. You flip through your vinyl collection before grabbing Speaking In Tongues. Max sits next to you, hands placed politely in his lap. Something's off about him. He's already normally strange, but there's something especially up with him. You put on the record, turning towards him. You guys just stare at each other. The eye contact lasts for several minutes. It's extremely awkward. You have nothing to say and he just doesn't want to say anything. Despite how uncomfortable the situation is, you can't help but notice how pretty his eyes are. There's an aching pain buried deep inside them, something weighing him down severely. Ever so gently, you reach out and cup his face, stroking his cheek gently with your thumb. He looks confused, but eases into the touch extremely quickly. "Max... What hurt you? Who hurt you?" He simply sniffles, closing his eyes. He blushes cherry red and he whimpers. He whimpers. "Stay with me. Please. I don't wanna be alone right now." You nod, pulling him into a hug. You stay like that for a little while, just listening to music and holding each other, basically cradling him in your arms. Max stares up at you, those pretty eyes nearly begging you for… something. “Y’know… you look so pretty right now…” You’re immediately taken aback from his words, since you’ve never really been complimented too much. “Uh… does that make me look like my mom?” You joke but he scoffs and shakes his head. “I’ve moved on. Je suis fou de toi…” You just kinda stare at him, confused. He smiles and shakes his head. He moves up to pin you beneath him, glasses magically staying on his nose without sliding down. “I see you don’t take french?” You shake your head no, he nods, giving you an almost condescending look. “That’s alright, mon amour. I hope you don’t mind me using it…” He gently leans in, holding your chin betwixt his pointer and thumb. You, albeit confused, aren’t necessarily apprehensive. You’ve always thought he was pretty, and although being dorky, it's kind of in a cute way. You lean in to go to kiss him, but he moves up to kiss your forehead, fooling you. He lets out a small chuckle, enjoying how you blush. “Do you wanna make out?” Max’s eyes widen. “Wh- pardon?”

“Do you- do you wanna make out?” You anxiously look around the room, eyes looking anywhere but his. Once more, silence. Nothing but the sound of your heartbeats, the heavy breathing. He leans in and kisses you deeply. It takes you a moment to kiss back, just from the sheer shock of his actions. Neither of you guys really know exactly how to kiss, but it’s amazing regardless. “Wow. That- um- that was nice.” Max just kind of nods, leaning down to kiss you once more. And then again. And a few more times for good measure. Next thing you know, you’re making out with him. It’s messy, but it's sweet. Eventually he pulls away, panting and flushed. “You look good underneath me.” As you glance away, he tilts your chin to make you look at him. “Do I look good on top of you?” You simply nod, unable to break eye contact. He gives you a toothy smile, braces glinting a bit in this lighting. He gives you another chaste kiss before lifting you up. Surprised, you squeak. With how he looks it's easy to forget he’s on the wrestling team. He lays you on your bed, getting back up on top of you, effectively pinning you to the bed. “Do you want this?” Max’s voice is breathy, he's very flushed. You scoff, and he shakes his head. “Words, I need words darling.” He taps your jaw, pressing small kisses to your neck. “Nh- yes, yes, I want you.” There's tears in your eyes, he’s gotten you so worked up, your heart is pounding. He nods, a grin as if he just won some type of game. He kisses you again, pulling unbuttoning your shirt. As Max pulls away, he leans down to suck on your nipples. You keen into his touch, back arching. You aren't used to this kind of feeling. He sucks like he's a man starved, tongue laving over the now hard bumps. He goes at it for a good while, pulling off the rest of your clothes and his. You run your hands along his sides after he detached from your chest, gently pinching his nipples. He gasps, looking totally blindsided by that. He grasps your wrist and slams you down once more. He kisses you forcefully again, pushing one finger into your hole, beginning to finger you. His fingers - while not thick - are very long and press perfectly into the spots that make you clench around him like a vice.

“Goddamn… you are fucking tight. You are completely untouched, huh…” You nod fervently, arching back into his hand as he adds another finger, curling into your insides perfectly. Max begins to stretch you out, pulling apart his fingers while still in you. He stretches you beautifully, groaning. He stares down at your cunt, looking nearly transfixed. “Damn… that's… beautiful. Gushing around my fingers like this, so damn tight. So… perfect.” It’s like a switch was flipped, he's suddenly far less dominant. More mellowed out. His praise gets to you in a heavy way, hips bucking up into his hand. He watches all of your expressions and movements in awe. Max pushes another finger into you, continuing to stretch you out. “You look… adorable.” You look up at him. His glasses are askew, lips parted and glistening, pupils blown extremely wide. He’s flushed, he’s… beautiful. He leans in and gives you another kiss. “Um- Do you think that you’re probably ready now?” You nod. “No, no, verbally. I need it to be verbal.” “Yeah. I- I want this.” You still nod as you say that. Taking his hands into yours, despite your slick on one of them. He nods, taking off his boxers. He’s decently sized, not very veiny but one long vein inching up from the base to the tip. His tip is slick with precum, and a very bright shade of pink. You slowly trace it with your pointer finger, eliciting a whine from him. He kisses you again, getting a condom out of his pocket. “Were you planning for this?” He chuckles a bit, shrugging. “Well, I guess I was hoping.” Max suddenly isn’t good at holding eye contact. He slides the condom onto his dick, lining himself up with your pussy, sliding himself between your folds. Gently, he holds your hand as he pushes in, making sure not to push in all at once so he doesn’t hurt you. You grip his hand, whining as you arch your back. Max rubs small circles onto your hand, soothing you. After you adjust properly, he begins to thrust into you. Slowly at first, though he quickly picks up the pace. He’s very noisy, whining as he praises you. You’re just as noisy as him, both moaning and whining from the pleasure and intimacy of the act. You’re both making out, messy and heated. He’s just the right size to hit your g-spot with every thrust.

“God, you feel so good, so good.” He rests his head in the crook of your neck as he begins to go quicker, acting like a dog in heat. “Max, Max, good god, fuck!” You clench around him like a vice, he just can’t hold himself back. Both you and Max are very sensitive. Max is close due to how good you feel, and you’re close because Max is pounding you like there’s no tomorrow. He’s slick with sweat, biting and kissing your neck possessively. He grips onto your hips hard enough to create little red crescent-moon indentations from his nails. You both lock eyes, knowing that both of you are extremely close. He kisses you deeply as he cums, with you coming just a moment or so after. Max pulls out quickly, making sure he removes the condom safely. You both help each other clean up and redress in silence. You both walk back downstairs, now softly chatting, just making small talk. You walk into the living room, meeting the angry gaze of your mother. “Ms. Cross, funny seeing you here…” Max’s voice comes off as embarrassed, but you can see in his expression that everything is going according to his plan. You don’t know what plan, but you know there is one. The love that was in his eyes just moments prior wasn’t for you. You can see in his gaze. It’s all for her. Your mother. You should have known better. He wouldn’t just show up at your house unannounced just wanting to hang out. He wanted something out of it, some sort of sick and twisted revenge and you fell for it. He looks over to you and gives you a smile, the exact opposite of genuine. It’s the kind of smile you give someone who you hate, a polite, disingenuous smile. Max knows you figured him out by now. He organized the whole thing. He truly is a phenomenal actor. He mouths a quick sorry and then turns back to face your mom, back with the embarrassed, anxious little dork face. Your mom’s gaze is set entirely on you, looking absolutely furious. “Max, you need to leave.”

He simply nods, walking over to the door, wringing his hands. He leaves, but not before giving you one last look. He leaves you completely with the blame. Your mom wasn’t really all that mad, shockingly. She had thought that you guys hadn’t used protection, but upon hearing that you did, she just looked absolutely relieved. That night, you sit at your desk, not wanting to lay in your bed. You run your hands through your hair, falling asleep on your desk. When you wake up the next morning, there's a note left next to you. You recognise Max’s admittedly beautiful handwriting. It makes sense, as he's part of the calligraphy club. Maybe even the president. You’ve lost track of which ones he’s the president of at this point. “I would like to apologize formally to you for my actions yesterday. This anger, this revenge should not be set at you. I was angry, and I shouldn’t have taken advantage of your feelings to try and get back at your mother. It was childish. I may have feelings for your mother, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t have friends. Meet me at my house, 2pm on Sunday. Thank you.”

crossposted on my ao3.

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[allisonreader]

My heart hurts. Not physically, but emotionally. I don't like the news, I tend to avoid actively searching it out, for that exact reason. I ache because as people we just can't seem to get along. Learn to compromise and fully try to understand the other side. It's exhausting to understand why people are against certain things, even when it's the opposite of what I personally believe in.

[pochapal]

back from jury duty day 1

[seventh-district]

vent post pt. 2, the dreaded sequel

[purpleshoenickelhuman]

I’m going to say it and I know some people aren’t going to like it:

Akuroku (Axel/Lea + Roxas) is technically a pro-ship.

Roxas is mentally Sora’s kh1-2 age (14-15) and physically around Ventus’s bbs age (15-16) during kh days and kh2.

Lea, presumably around Ven’s age, was shown interacting with Ven before he got turned into his nobody Axel. BBS is 10 years before kh1.

That means if Lea/Axel was 15-16 during BBS, then he would be around 25 during kh days and kh2.

Of course he could be a bit younger than that because of the whole “no heart = no aging” thing that Ven had, but he still seems to be 18+.

I only think it’s not that odd for a 15-16 yo to be friends with an 18+ yo in the kh universe because of their circumstances, like how Ven is friends with Terra and Aqua who are “canonically” around 20 and around 18 respectively (Nomura said he didn’t have set ages, “set” being interpreted in different ways by others)

[lab1rynth]

Technically they aren't even really legal now💀

Kapcoh is 18 now sooo and soup is 17 still💀💀

Exactly.

[milo-is-rambling]

Me when I want to be wanted more than anything else

[pepprs]

bad enough that i am stuck in my life but even worse when i have to work through / around the stuckness in front of people i care about / explain it / be perceived in experiencing it. UGH!!!!!!

[timeisacephalopod]

I saw a post the other day that kinda pushed back on the way all coming of age movies are about sexuality and all high school stories basically center around who wants to fuck who and how that's like. Not really all coming of age and high school stories should offer since you know. Youth isn't about who you have a crush on and probably coming of age stories in particular should be far more diverse in subject matter than they are.

Honestly as someone who, when I was 'coming of age' age, hated coming of age stories and still do for the exact reason listed above (see the weird scene in It where we all sexualize a 13 year old girl because boys have crushes and surely there's no other way to portray this than feeling a child up with a camera to demonstrate boys have ~feelings~ Bev gets no equivalent scene because she's the object of affection rather than the subject feeling desire) I also wish there was diversity in those stories. And coming of age stories about adults- we don't stop going through huge life moments that change everything forever, but back to kids. When I was a kid I could have desperately used a coming of age story where the character has a sick and dying parent who does die by the end of the story and what happens after that. Granted I did just fine without it, but even without being asexual it's always irked me that coming of age stories don't seem to appreciate that kids have way larger problems and way better stories to tell then first crushes and first kisses for shit sake give kids who went through what I did as a kid some kind of story about what happens when your parent gets cancer and how complicated that is and stop assuming the biggest thing that happens around puberty is discovering sexuality that, if you were queer, you probably already noticed what you felt wasn't in a coming of age story anyway.

[ripley-ryan]

tattoo that says i <3 making friends. if my chosen career path did not rely on my appearance i would so get it. because truly i heart making friends

[eye-of-yelough]

One funny thing about dragon age 2 is despite the constant references to Ferelden being cold and brown and dirty and depressing, The Free Marches look just as bad. It’s always cloudy.