#the fact that MY ENTIRE PERSONALITY IS JUST MUSIC I LIKE DIDNT EVEN TIP ME OFF

[baycitystygian]

I already know I’m autistic but if I didn’t already then the fact that I noticed the difference in mixing between the version I’m used to of “White & Nerdy” and the Dolby master on apple music wouldve for sure tipped me off

[lukesperfectharmonyhair]

im rewatching jatp instead of studying for the 3 tests i have tomorrow and i thought i would share my thoughts and reactions with each episode so enjoy!!....

wake up

- hearing the “1, 2, 3″ at the start of the episode gives me more serotonin than my antidepressants ever will

- julie’s slippers...that’s it...that’s the thought

- that dry ass pasta the molina’s are eating for dinner??? someone needs to give my man ray some cooking tips or a cookbook... something

-the looks the boys give julie when she says it was an OLD cd she found. as if they could be old??

-the entire julie and luke kitchen scene i mean there are no words to describe how much i am in love with scene. the banter, the flirting, luke giving this girl he literally just met an actual PIECE OF HIS SOUL so she can get music back into her life. not a single time have i watched that scene and not felt my heart literally grow cause of how cute they are. 

-the entire scene when julie is singing wake up. that scene is what made me literally CRAVE watching the other episodes. like of course i was going to watch them cause i wasn’t gonna just stop watching a show after one episode, and yes the show was good already but seeing the lighting and her voice, and just everything about the scene,,,,*chef’s kiss* 

bright

-flynn drinking seven sodas....SEVEN??? i would be throwing up if i drank more than like 2 and she drank seven,,,no ma’am.

- flynn and her trumpet. talented queen

- “ i wouldn’t have given you the song if i didnt think you were gonna rock it.” lmaooo im crying:)

- i start tearing up every time julie goes to play the first notes of bright,,, and then i’m full on bawling when the guys come in and play with her cause...they weren’t playing to be seen they were playing to be there for her and play to comfort her. pls i love them<3

- nick vibing in the front row

- the tech guy deserves so much more praise

flying solo

- reggie’s little butt shake or whatever you wanna call it!!

- julie’s little laugh when she yells at the guys to stop it

- “and we’re on the runway again” GENUINELY one of my favorite lines of the whole show pls i love luke’s humor

-this is the first time i noticed this but reggie’s face after alex says “DONT TELL ME HOW TO GHOST!”

-WILLIE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU<3333333

-the slow mo helmet take off,,,,me too alex me too

-willie’s little giggles:))))

- “oh-oh!”

- “no clue” alex i love you baby<3

- next season better give us a scene of flynn throwing eggs at someone’s house because i think it’s safe to say we were robbed of that experience. 

- the flying solo performance is just amazing

i got the music

- just the whole opening scene is so cute ....the dancing, singing, happiness RADIATING from julie 

-nick in an all white suit and fedora

-WILLEX MUSEUM DATE YEAH BABYYYYY

- carefree skateboarder bf and anxiety ridden drummer bf

- yelling. in. museums. 

-alex thinking he’s literally dying again because of the salt... zero braincells in this band.

- another scene we were robbed of that i need to see in season 2...reggie singing “home is where my horse is” while alex and julie sit patiently and attentively listen to him but luke looks like he’s about to commit murder

- i get SO MUCH second hand embarrassment for julie when she looks through luke’s songbook and says “ wow luke I didn’t know you were such a romantic” julie baby i love you but...eekkkkk

- “he looks like a substitute teacher”- where did he come up with that like so many other things he could be compared to but a substitute teacher??

- “luke introduced you to rock” heck yeah it did.. literal soulmates

- would like to see a picture of the raccoon in Flynn’s backyard

- wee woo wee woo police sirens://///

- julie’s outfit ughhhh i love it

- the poster that im pretty sure says “sexiest role” behind caleb... why was that necessary 

the other side of hollywood

- THE ENTIRE PERFORMANCE OF THE OTHER SIDE OF HOLLYWOOD 

- i lose my absolute shit over this song omg literal chills

- the cape grab i cannot physically do this rn

- willie being so excited the entire performance and looking over to see alex’s reaction

- reggie being in awe everytime one of the girls performing does something.. me too reggie

-”well i wouldn't really call it mAAgiCcCC bUT”

- nick and his fedora again

- alex has a crush, alex has a crush on.....WILLIE

-the boys eating food for the first time in 25 years is honestly so realistic

-alex shoving a whole slice of pizza in his mouth

- lukes ‘OH MY GODDDDD’

- reggie kissing his meatball sub that looks painfully dry but also delicious 

- the continuation of the other side of hollywood performance and everyone dancing

-reggie imitating caleb’s evil laugh and owen trying so hard not to break

-me getting mad at the boys for not showing up for julie and being sad with her but at the same time i’m obviously not mad at the boys just...disappointed?? idk 

finally free

- how did julie get to the school if she missed the first three classes?? wasn’t she still at flynn’s house from the night before cause she slept over so did she walk to school or was she just sitting in flynn’s house by herself and one of flynn’s parents was like you gonna go to school or???

-dance class with nicky poo<3

-reggie fixing his amp in the rain

-julie’s blue dress outfit in this episode is my ABSOLUTE favorite 

- the birthday candle scene makes me sob like a little baby,,,and rightfully so

- julie smart, smart to be taking calculus as what a sophomore??

- all eyes on me yes queen iconic

- alex dancing is how i dance in my brain whenever the song comes on 

- finally free as a song is NEVER given enough credit and why not?? it’s my favorite song they do as a band AND the madison’s vocals and the echoing part omg i loveeeee

- and the whole performance with luke’s heart eyes. i count this performance as the moment luke like fell in love with julie...like full on just blown away with how much awe and admiration he has for her in that moment and all the time.

 - julie and luke singing “and you’re a part of me” while staring directly into each others soul,,,yeah that’s love kids

edge of great

- carlos being the ghost hunter he is and tía being done with him

- luke’s pouting face 

- reggie and ray making breakfast together is so wholesome. reggie really loves and seeks comfort in ray and i love that

- luke just waiting next to julie’s locker and his little “hey”

- the first time i watch this scene i thought charlie was from new york cause of the way he says “ i can't do this without you” and then i watched the cast interviews and just realized he is somewhat joey tribbiani 

- jealous luke hehehehehhehehe

- “well dont you look shARrP”- yes he does luke thank you very much

- “uh oh i think someone has a crush on julie” yeah you do you little shit,,, now admit it to her

- the proud look on luke’s face when he realizes julie is still paying attention to HIM even though she’s supposed to be having a full on conversation with nick

- the shoulder push ( as someone who has had their own shoulder pushed in the middle of a high school hallway as a weird way of flirting,,,,i can definitely somewhat attest to how luke is feeling in that moment and i too continued to flirt with the person who shoulder shoved me while we were still standing in the hallway)

- the flow from whatever the hell dance nick and julie are doing and the perfect harmony dance is so special to me and i love it

-ADOANCLOBNAOVBCOAB THE HAIR PLSSSSS

- EVERYTIME THE SCENE COMES ON AND I SEE HIM WALKING THROUGH THE MIRROR I HAVE TO PAUSE THE SHOW FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES WHILE I DIE LAUGHING BECAUSE THE HAIR IS SO BAD EVEN THOUGH I SHOULD BE USED TO HOW IT LOOKS AFTER WATCHING THIS SHOW LITERALLY 30 TIMES

- i think people see my username and assume i like his hair in this scene but...ummm fun little fact i do not like it

- the dance is so good though ugh my babies

- the hair

- madison is gorgeous 

- another season 2 scene i need: julie teaching this dance to luke and they perform it in front of alex and reggie so they can see luke roll on the floor like that

-the hair

- the lift i loveeee

- the voices at the end of the song *chef’s kiss*

- the way julie spins out from luke and into nick omg so good

- “thAnKs pArTnER”

- luke denying his feelings for julie,,,babe pls

- the whole edge of great performance is so good and beautiful and the colors are SPECTACULAR 

-julie avoiding luke’s gaze lolz

- can't believe my mans really tried to deny he didn’t have feelings for julie like 5 hours earlier even though he’s getting upset because she hasn’t looked at him in 2 minutes

- THE. GUITAR. RIFF. SOLO.

- when i finally learn how to play the electric guitar well enough to learn the guitar solo... it’s over for everyone

-nick just came to watch the girl he likes perform not watch her flirt with a hologram plssss can we give this man a break next season.

- “we have to say goodbye to julie”- that’s literally more important to luke than not playing music anymore because julie is music to him now

unsaid emily

-already crying and the episode hasn't even started

-willex in the orpheum

- alex literally being OVER reggie

- nope too emotionally unstable to watch this scene right now

- my therapist will be hearing about this tomorrow

- show us the baby picture of luke cowards

- this is such a beautiful song that makes me cry every fucking time gosh damn it

- everytime i watch the flashback scene of luke on his bike i think of “christmas song” by phoebe bridges and i cry even more

- i tried to learn how to play this song on my electric guitar (because i dont have an acoustic guitar) and i ended up crying half way through so i do not think i will be playing it anytime soon:/

- the harmonies *chef’s kiss*

- THE POLICE LIGHTS ....i cry

- FAT tears rolling down my face

- there's literally not a moment i don’t cry during this episode

- interesting little relationship :0

- when i played percussion in 7th grade i used to lay down on the couch in the practice room at school ( which god knows what people did on that couch...ew) and stick my drumsticks up my nose too,,,, just another similarity between alex and i 

stand tall

- willie really drove a bus 200 miles into the desert for his crush

- WILLEX HUG 

- i love willie no last name so much,,,i just wanna hold and protect him

- alex’s ballerina dance

-julie’s overall outfit i love<3

- “im swimming”

- the way carlos hangs up the iPad on tía makes me CRACK UP he’s just lmao bye girl

- another julie outfit i love

- “anything julie. you know that.” AHHHHHAASIDSJFPACISN love bitches

- the suits

- luke’s hair in this episode is so much better than the perfect harmony hair pls

- YOU GOT NOTHING TO LOSE

- the way luke looks so restricted and confined in his suit... but at the same time he looks like a 10 week old puppy

-luke’s AGGRESSIVE but small foot tapping leading up to being on the stage

- the solos:)))))

- crying again over julie’s monologue to her mom

- julie really was brave enough to be ready to perform by herself

-the way Trevor looks at carrie when she says “been here before”

-ALEXXXXXX

-REGGIEEEEE

-luuukkKKKEEEEEEE

- this performance makes me cry

- especially the first time when i saw luke flickering...sobs

- he finally looks free in his suit:))

- alex’s solo is so pretty i love him

- reggie’s solo too 

- nick just straight up vibing the entire performance

- alex and luke holding hands...hehehe cute besties

- “thank you, guys” NO THANK YOU 

- the way julie begs for them to do something about the jolts for HER cause she knows luke would never say no to her

- “no music is worth making, julie, if we’re not making it with you,” I JUST SCREAMED AND IM PRETTY SURE I WOKE UP MY ENTIRE HOUSEHOLD...whoops

- going back to that line i could say so much about it but....for someone who’s life was literally MUSIC for the 17 years he was alive, and after finding out he could play music again even though he was dead and saying it made him feel alive, he would give that up- he would give up playing his guitar, playing in a band with his friends, give up writing and singing music- if he wasn’t doing that with julie. that’s more than saying i love you,,,that’s literally like saying i’d give up my ENTIRE LIFE and what i love to do if i dont get to do it with you

- i just made myself cry with that description...wow

-the hug<3

-also imagine how luke felt in that moment,,, hearing this girl, once again that he would give his life up for, saying in his ear that she loves them. i would motherfucking glow too, luke

- *passionately but gently holds each others faces*

-HANDS OFF MY BABY NICK, CALEB

- caleb’s outfit is....something

- the head turn plssss

this was so long and i am so sorry but if you read this far.....leave some of your own reactions or thoughts:)))

k goodnight im gonna, ugh, finally go study ://

[ardenttheories]

ardent, I have a real rough question to ask you. is it worth it to read hs^2? Ive been avoiding reading it because I didnt want to ruin what I loved about homestuck, but seeing the amount of art and interaction makes me feel like I'm missing out. I know it's not going to be good, but do I still take the risk? are there homestuck fanprojects you'd suggest instead?

An anon asked:  Hi, may I ask what is your opinion of fan creation inspired from Homestuck? I'm not the biggest fan of where homestuck is heading but was wondering on your opinions of fan comics. I'm leaning towards reading them over Homestuck2 because of some of the writing that Hussie and his team of writers have produced in Homestuck2 feels off and a bit weird for Homestuck. (Ps. Have a lovely day.)

I forgot to answer the anon when I first got it, but since both mention fanvantures, I’ll combine the two!

I would absolutely not recommend reading HS^2, personally. There’s just a lot wrong with it that I genuinely don’t like and am deeply uncomfortable with. Futanari Jade making Rose cheat on Kanaya to have a baby she then completely abandoned is really just the tip of the iceberg, from what I’ve read and seen; there’s also just an outright lack of care for triggers (the warnings for which were taken off chapter by chapter, so you’ve got no idea what you’re going into anymore) and so much bullshit around facts from Homestuck not being taken into consideration during writing (for instance, Rose tells Terezi about the Exiles despite Terezi being the one who told Dave about them back in Act 5).

It’s uncomfortable, sloggish, uncaring, actively written to ruin Homestuck for fans, and overall just unpleasant to read. Not only is it a bad continuation, it’s just bad fiction in general. Some of this of course is exacerbated by the writers themselves, which is another reason I refuse to read it; I do not want to support them in any capacity. 

I wouldn’t say you’re missing out. There’s some genuinely interesting things in HS^2, but a lot of it is overshadowed by how bad it is. That’s why I stopped reading, personally. You could always give it a go, see what you think and if you can handle it or if it appeals to you - because it’s different for everyone! Some people genuinely like it, and that’s okay, too - but I wouldn’t recommend it.

If you read the Epilogues just fine, you should be okay? But if they were rough for you to read, I’d definitely say HS^2 will be worse. You can still enjoy the content on the peripheral, though; for instance, acejams/sarcasmprodigy draws some HS^2 bits, but only really the designs that she likes. Consuming fan content while avoiding the comic itself is no issue, as far as I can tell.

That said, I’d 100% recommend reading fanventures. There’s a lot of benefits to them, actually!

Firstly, since they’re made by fans doing it for free, there’s a lot of love that goes into them. You know that what you’re getting is going to some degree be a homage to Homestuck, and that even if it’s an AU or divergent somehow, it’s still going to be loyal to characters you love. 

There’s a lot less - and I mean a lot less - bullshittery in fanventures than HS^2 proper. It’s done for fun, for love! It’s going to connect with you, as a fan, a little more, because it’s literally written by fans for fans; by people who know what the fandom wants because they’re actively part of it. 

Also, the writers don’t want to ruin the characters, so that’s an incredible bonus.

That said, here are a few fanventures I’d recommend:

SOULSTUCK: A fanventure that takes place in the Soul Eater universe, following Roxy and Dirk as they work towards getting that sweet, sweet final Witch soul to become a proper duo. I haven’t read too much of it, but the art is beautiful, the writing is well in character, and it’s also pretty faithful to the original Soul Eater while staying uniquely Homestuck, too.

Guidestuck: A pretty wellknown fanventure that started up again recently, following a kidswap universe where the kids’ initial sprite prototypings (the Harlequin doll, Jaspers, Bec, and Cal) are the kids (Cal Strider, Bec Harley, Quinn Egbert, Jaspers Lalonde), and our kids are their associated items (John’s a plush toy; Bro and Dave are dolls; Jade is a puppy; Rose is a cat). Also features a very unique look at what Alternia would be like if the lusii were the sapient species, and the trolls the symbiotic one.

TLCstuck: Double Death of the Author: A fairly interesting redo of Homestuck, taking control of the narrative a little after Game Over - so, essentially completely changing the story of Homestuck partway through Act 6. There’s a FAQ to give you more information - on how it’s written, how it’s changed, and how it works overall. 

Note for TLCstuck, though; it’s very explicitly ship-neutral. This means that although characters’ sexualities remain the same, no actual shipping generally happens in the comic. It also, since it continues from Game Over, doesn’t have a lot of the content that occurred in the Retcon timeline - including DaveKat and Davepeta (alongside the other combosprites). Keep this in mind on whether or not you want to read it, but I think it’s still a good read regardless.

Act 8: Might be one you’ve seen in the tags before! Unsurprisingly, it picks up after Act 7, and works a little like TLCstuck in that it changes the narrative from that point on. Just before the kids can go through the door to Earth C, the white door explodes. It’s animated beautifully, drawn amazingly well, and is well written! If you want to continue Homestuck’s story with the Retcon changes, this would be best for you to read. 

Well, that, or...

Act Omega: Like Act 8, it picks up after Act 7, only this time before they can claim their reward, a foe we’ve seen before appears to take the win from their grasp. It’s incredibly well animated and drawn from what I’ve seen so far, with an amazing initial fight sequence. It’s well written, and even from a cursory read-through, they reintroduce most of the main characters (including the Alpha trolls) for a second try at characterisation. Pretty nifty!

Homestuck: Subscript: I know significantly less about this one, except that there is some gorgeous art and design in it. It’s an interesting take compared to the others, since it actually happens on Earth C - so it’s more of a HS^2 replacement than anything else I’ve shown so far. It’s also incredibly different, though, and takes a little more a of a Candy route in so far as it focuses a lot more on relationships. It depends on your tastes!

Karkat goes to a Convention: Everything I know about this comes from a friend talking about it. It’s entirely satirical, I think, and a bit of a pisstake more than anything else? It’s quite literally what it says; actual Homestuck Karkat ends up at a normal, everyday convention. From what I understand it does get more detailed and involved as it goes on, but it’s also good for laughs. 

Abodebound: A webcomic a friend of mine wrote! It’s a completely original fanventure, essentially a fansession. There’s music and animation, as well as Homestuck-eqsue writing and original comedy, and some really sweet videos. I’ve never read it all the way through (life’s a bitch like that) but it’s what inspired me to create my own fanventure, and for something completely original but with the same feel as Homestuck, it’s pretty spot-on. 

Also, though it’s never been finished, what little exists of Heinoustuck is a delicious treat if you’re into horror. And Prequel -or- Making A Cat Cry: The Adventure is a really good Skyrim comic done in the old Homestuck style. Definitely NOT Homestuck, but it’s got the same art and humour, as well as games and animation - so it’s pretty sweet to look into, if nothing else. 

[jaskierek]

Part 2 of Destiny or Bad Luck? aka my geraskier post-breakup meeting fic

part 1

this one’s a bit long lmao

some people asked to be tagged so @juhavs @random-nerd-3 - some others asked for a part two but didnt ask to be tagged so idk

there will be a part 3...i think

---

Geralt hated this. If the silence left in Jaskier’s absence before was stifling, this was suffocating. The bard had barely said a word since they’d left the tavern the next morning, simply sitting on his horse tensely and riding beside Geralt and Roach. It was unsettling. It was setting the Witcher’s instincts on edge.

Geralt hadn’t said a word either, though that was not as unusual. He simply didn’t know what to say. How does one begin a conversation? Did he even want one? He wanted…he wanted…he didn’t know what he wanted, but he knew it wasn’t this, wasn’t this uncomfortable silence between them. It was as if someone had thrust a veil between them, keeping them apart. Geralt itched to tear it down, itched to find a relief from the quiet.

That’s what he wanted, he’d decided, he wanted to hear Jaskier’s voice. He wanted to hear the bard’s rich timbre in song, wanted to hear the lilt of his words as he rambled about nothing, he wanted…he wanted. It was an emotion he wasn’t entirely sure how to address.

He also didn’t know what the bard wanted. Geralt knew he was still angry with him so why did he come? Why did he agree to join him? What did he want?

And so, Geralt resigned himself to glancing at the bard every so often. Jaskier seemed to be making an effort not to look at the Witcher, allowing Geralt’s yellow eyes to trace over the curve of his jaw, his nose, to observe how the sunlight lit up the planes of his face. He didn’t know when he’d come to the realisation that he could sit and watch the bard for hours. He just knew that Jaskier was here and he was warm and he was safe, and that almost made the fact that his body had been drawn tight ever since he’d seen Geralt bearable.

The Witcher finally broke the silence once the sun had begun to descend in the sky, casting the world in a warm glow. He suggested they make camp for the night, earning a curt nod from the bard.

—

Geralt was setting up the fire, nursing the flames, while Jaskier sat opposite him, strumming absently on his lute.

He still hadn’t forgiven the Witcher, not entirely. He had built a wall around his heart to keep it safe but Geralt’s small, broken “please” had pulled out one of the bricks. He missed him, he’d said that, the same man who had refused to even acknowledge their friendship had said he’d missed him, had said he needed him. It filled him with a certain warm glow.

But he couldn’t go back to how they were before - wouldn’t. If he were to have any kind of relationship with the Witcher he would need some sort of affirmation of their companionship from the ever-stoic man.

He watched Geralt’s deft hands work the fire into something living. The flames lit up his stupidly handsome face. Gods, he hated that perfectly square jaw and he definitely hated his longing to run his lips along it and down his neck, onto the dip of his collarbone and the hard muscle of his chest.

“If life could give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands.”

The memory snapped him back into reality, his fingers landing hard on the strings with a jarring clang. Golden eyes snapped to his face. Jaskier didn’t know the extent to which Witchers could smell emotion but he knew Geralt sensed this.

“I’m fine.” He croaked, his voice not used to going so long without speaking. Geralt frowned, clearly not believing him. Thankfully he didn’t push. They sat in silence once more, Jaskier gazing at the fire, avoiding Geralt’s molten gaze.

“Play something.” The bard’s eyes found the Witcher’s once more, finding nothing but sincerity.

“What?”

“Play something.” He insisted, gesturing towards his lute. It was very Geralt of him, to ask Jaskier to do something without actually asking. The bard didn’t mind it.

“Play what?”

“Anything.”

Jaskier blinked. Right then.

How apt it would be to play a song of heartbreak and love, the gods knew how many he had written and learnt over the past year. But gazing into Geralt’s flame-lit amber eyes, he found he didn’t want to. Instead, he decided to play something else, something his caretaker used to sing to him.

“May you never lay your head down,

Without a hand to hold,

May you never make your bed out in the cold”

The slow but pleasant tune drifted out from under his fingertips, from out of his lips, filling the space between them. The melody was warm, comforting. It was a reprieve from the tension that had lain between them since they left.

“I know this one.” Geralt uttered after a while.

He remembered.

He remembered a song Jaskier had sung.

How many did he remember?

What else did he remember about the bard?

“You were sung this as a child.” He continued, almost to himself. Jaskier couldn’t help but smile, watching the Witcher’s own face brighten at the sight.

“Oh please won't you, please,

Won't you bear it in mind,

Love is a lesson to learn in our time,

And please won't you, please,

Won't you bear it in mind for me.”

Jaskier’s voice was shaky but his voice and his fingers continued on and he was smiling and even Geralt was smiling and he was looking at him and he was looking at him like he was the only goddamn thing in this world that he wanted to look at, the only person he wanted to listen to.

Jaskier felt something in his chest unravel as he watched the Witcher’s silver hair-framed face glow.

Glow at him.

Glow because of him.

He felt something in his chest - he felt the wall, the wall built around his heart crumble a little more.

“I like it.” Geralt said once Jaskier had finished. It was a simple sentence but the bard knew the Witcher, he knew he didn’t often speak his mind, or often speak at all.

“So you admit, I am a talented singer.”

“I didn’t say that, bard.”

Jaskier grinned. He felt it coming back, he remembered what it was like being in Geralt’s company, talking to him, bickering with him.

“Geralt, you hulking pillock, acknowledge my musical talent right now or I’ll kick you.” He had once said, the Witcher had simply snorted and asked,

“What talent?”

As promised, the bard had kicked him in the shins. Honestly, it had probably hurt Jaskier more than it did Geralt, but it had been worth it to see the small smile on Geralt’s face as Jaskier hopped around melodramatically, cradling his foot.

Geralt was smiling now. It was something soft and warm, something Jaskier could bask in.

But with a frown, it slipped, falling off the Witcher’s face.

Jaskier let his own drop too at the sight.

The silence returned.

“I’m sorry, Jaskier.” Came a quiet confession.

“I know, Geralt.” He did know, he did. As much as his reason warned him against it, he had trusted Geralt’s apology.

“But you do not forgive me.”

“I do not know. I do not know if I forgive you.”

He wanted to. He wanted to forgive him and simply enjoy his company without the tightness in his chest. Confusion reigned in him at the moment, not knowing whether he wanted to smile or cry in Geralt’s presence.

“If life could give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands.”

“What do I say, Jaskier?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

The fire rose between them.

“What do you want to say?” Jaskier asked.

“I…” began the Witcher, glancing down in frustration, “I want to…to confess to you without having the be the one to say it, I want you to simply know.” He looked at the bard imploringly.

“That’s not how it works, Geralt.”

The flames stuttered.

“I’ll go collect more firewood.”

Geralt turned.

Jaskier closed his eyes.

—

The next night they stayed at an inn, paying for two rooms despite not having much coin. Everything in Geralt screamed not to let the bard stray too far from him but he needed space, Geralt knew that.

Despite their conversation the night before, the air between them seemed lighter as they travelled, Jaskier occasionally humming a tune that Geralt found vaguely familiar. Now the bard sat waiting for him in a booth, grinning eagerly at the meal the Witcher was bringing over.

“Oh thank Metlitele.” He groaned as Geralt slid the plate over to him. He watched the bard shovel food unceremoniously into his mouth. He shook his head in amusement. Jaskier glanced up at him, spoon lifted halfway to his mouth. “What?” He asked. The corner of Geralt’s lips tipped upwards.

He gave a simple “hm” in response.

“Excuse you, all I’ve eaten for two days is stale bread and a particularly thin rabbit. I intend to savour this, thank you.” Jaskier stated dryly. Geralt grunted again, turning his attention to his own meal. His smile refused to go away so he sat there, grinning like an idiot simply because the bard no longer looked as tense, as uncomfortable around him. He was hopeless.

“Do you play?” Came a gruff question from one of the men at another table once they had finished their meal.

“Indeed I do, good sir.” Jaskier replied, flashing him a smile and catching the coin tossed to him as the man told him to play something fun. “Well, duty calls.” He said to the Witcher, grabbing his lute and beginning to play a jaunty tune.

His playing was nothing like the night before. Where yesterday his voice had been all gentle and honeyed, it was now rowdy and sonorous. Geralt enjoyed watching Jaskier sing his indecent songs to a crowd of laughing people, laughter in the bard’s own voice too. He enjoyed watching it, yet a warm feeling settled in his stomach at the thought of the soft song the night before, as if it were a performance meant solely for the Witcher.

Geralt stayed and watched Jaskier perform all of his songs, telling himself it was simply to ensure that he wouldn’t get himself into trouble. He didn’t dwell too much on the true reason, not until Jaskier fell back into his seat, grinning at Geralt unabashedly. His hair was plastered to his brow with sweat and he was panting slightly, but he was beaming like he always was after a good show. Geralt found himself wanting to brush the hair out of his face, to gaze unapologetically into those cornflower eyes.

“That was a show and a half, wasn’t it?” Jaskier breathed, it seemed as if he was waiting for Geralt to respond but all the Witcher could do was grunt in confirmation. Thankfully, Jaskier knew the meanings behind Geralt’s grunts and he grinned at the acknowledgement. Geralt had to pause for a moment, the realisation of just how well Jaskier knew him settling in. Geralt had known the bard for much longer than most, he knew all of his mannerisms, what clues to spot to know just how tired the bard was and how much longer he could continue on for. He knew what Jaskier looked like naked and while he appreciated the sparse glances, he had always looked away, too afraid of what he’d feel if he looked too long.

And Jaskier knew him just as well, which terrified the Witcher. He knew his body, his scars, he knew his fears, despite Geralt never having told him and despite his constant chatter, he knew when Geralt absolutely needed silence. His blue eyes had managed to pierce through the Witcher time and time again.

“Jaskier, I…“

Those eyes were looking at him now, expectantly.

“You what, Geralt?”

“I…” A beat. “I-“ A pause. And then,

“I’m going to bed.”

Fuck. Shit.

Jaskier’s joyful demeanour dimmed.

“Right, yeah, ok. I’ll go too, then.”

Fuck. Shit.

—

Despite his foul mood, Geralt had managed to fall into a light sleep. He had hated watching Jaskier walk away from him to his own room. It was only one door down but the Witcher couldn’t help but feel like the bard had taken a piece of him. Now he’ll have to lay there until morning, incomplete, until the bard brought back the piece of him that he had taken…or more accurately, the piece that Geralt had willingly given him.

So, yes, despite his foul mood, Geralt was asleep - barely - but asleep.

That is, until he flung himself bolt upright in bed, nostrils filled with a stench he absolutely loathed.

Fear.

Not just anyone’s fear.

Jaskier’s fear.

Before his sleep-hazy mind could catch up, he was bursting through Jaskier’s door, Witcher eyes scanning the room and all its dark corners for danger. His adrenaline had taken over, his body itching to move, to fight, to protect.

“Geralt.” Came a small voice. Geralt’s eyes snapped to the bard sitting in his bed, an involuntary growl escaping the Witcher. It was in these moments that Geralt came to fear himself, to fear the animal that had taken over the man, but in the current moment he couldn’t bring himself to care, not when the room was absolutely soaked in Jaskier’s own fear. “Geralt.” He said again, almost pleading. Geralt couldn’t stop himself from moving at the sound.

“Are you hurt?” Geralt asked, his voice coming out more gravelly than he expected. Jaskier shook his head, silver-lined eyes wide as Geralt swiped his thumb across his cheek, wiping away the tear tracks. He felt the worry slip away slightly. “Nightmare?” Jaskier nodded, hand coming up to grasp the Witcher’s wrist tightly. The bard shut his eyes tightly and leaned further into Geralt’s hand, taking a shaky breath.

“Don’t leave.” He whispered. Even if he had wanted to, Geralt couldn’t say no. He slipped under the covers of Jaskier’s bed, pulling him close to his chest. He felt Jaskier grasp onto his shirt and bury his face into the Witcher’s neck. Geralt held him tightly, trying to warm the shaking bard. He swallowed down the lingering worry and adrenaline as Jaskier slowly relaxed, the tension leaving his tightly wound body as he exhaled into Geralt’s skin.

The Witcher’s chest ached. It ached in that entirely good and satisfying way. His nose was in Jaskier’s hair and he could smell the walnut and cedar of his soap that he saved especially for his hair, the smell of pine after spending a day trekking through the forest. He no longer smelt the fear that had clogged his nose and misted his mind. Jaskier was warm and he was safe and he was close.

The ache in his chest throbbed.

His arms tightened around the bard.

The bard that he…that he…

“I love you.”

“What?”

[shyvioletcat]

23. “Just pretend to be my date.” elorcan light the sparks

I’m getting really excited about this au, just FYI...

Masterlist

~~~~~

“All I’m saying, Lorcan,” Fenrys said around a mouthful of his sandwich, “Is that you should have some fun.”

“I don’t need your opinion, Moonbeam,” Lorcan bit back, crossing his arms over his chest.

“When was the last time you went on a date? Or even just, you know,” Fenrys asked after swallowing his sandwich then waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“What if I don’t want to date?” Lorcan countered.

Now Vaughan lent forward, brows high. “Is that true? Don’t lie to us.”

Great now they were ganging up in him. Lorcan stayed silent, but that was answer enough for them it seemed.

“Come out with us tonight then,” Fenrys said. “See what we can find.”

Lorcan just rolled his eyes. He didn’t want to see what he could find, he knew what he wanted. He just didnt know how to get it.

“We’ll all go!” Vaughan suggested eagerly.

Rowan scoffed from where he sat. “No thank you.”

“Wedding planning, is it?” Fenrys said.

“As a matter of fact yes,” Rowan admitted, but didn’t seem disappointed by the fact.

“Already on a tight leash then. Such a good dog,” Lorcan muttered.

“There’s no leash,” Fenrys chimed in. “The lucky bastard is just in love.”

Rowan grinned. “Exactly.”

“Rowan’s out, but everyone else is in, no buts,” Fenrys declared fixing Lorcan with a stare that told him he would not give up until he agreed to come.

“Fine,” Lorcan growled.

~~~~~

They had ended up in a bar on the nicer side of town. The place was brighter, smelled cleaner, than some of the other places they frequented. Drinks were a little more expensive but they tasted better too.

The night was turning out as miserable as Lorcan felt, the skies were letting out a downpour. So much so the steady stream of rain could just be heard over the music and the voices. Well, from where Lorcan was sitting at by bar. By the door. It wasn’t even late yet but lorcan as considering leaving, they’d come here as soon as their shift had finished and they’d been here for a while. Fenrys, Connall and Vaughan had all gone chasing after one drink, and that was when Gavriel had excused himself, claiming he was too old for such pursuits. He was probably right.

So that left Lorcan to mope at the bar by himself, pointedly ignoring anyone who looked his way. He’d been nursing the same drink the whole time, no desire to lose himself in alcohol tonight. 10 more minutes and then he’d go, Lorcan decided.

There was a burst of noise from the door as it opened. The rain must be pelting down outside. The emergence of a soaking wet figure confirmed his suspicions. It was a woman, most likely ducking in here to escape the weather. It took him a second to recognise the small figure and dark hair, but when she turned Lorcan looked away quickly.

It was Elide.

He didn’t know what to do, whether or not he should call her over. He took a glance around the bar, all his friends were occupied. But then his eyes connected with someone else, someone who was vaguely familiar. She was pretty with red hair, and she smiled at him when she caught him looking. She was one of the girls from that night they’d gone out for Vaughan’s birthday. One of the girls Aelin had lied to. She was part of the reason he hadn’t dated in a while, the redhead and her friend seemed to know everyone and spread the false information around.

But the way she was looking at him, the way she smiled as she began to stalk over to him, she either forgotten or didn’t care. Lorcan looked away, hoping that she would take the hint. He chanced another glance at Elide and it seemed she had spotted him too, because she gave him a smile and flicked her wet hair over her shoulder and started walking towards him as well.

And here he was. Caught in the middle. What cruel twist of fate was this?

He hoped Elide would reach him first, leaving the redhead to take the hint and leave. But given her behaviour with Rowan the last time, he wasn’t too hopeful in that regard. He’d been all too eager to chase her that night, but once was enough when it came to dealing with her vapid personality.

Elide did reach him first, soaked to the bone but still smiling. “Fancy meeting you here,” she said as she occupied the empty stool beside him.

Lorcan glanced over his shoulder and Elide followed his gaze. As he had suspected the redhead hadn’t given up her pursuit. Elide didn’t baulk though, she just asked, “Not a friend, I assume?”

Lorcan shook his head, “No.”

Elide gave him a smile he couldn’t read, then she put her hand palm up on the bar counter and wriggled her fingers. Then she whispered, “Just pretend to be my date.”

~~~~~

Elide thought she had sent Lorcan into shock from the look on his face. It took him only half a moment to comply though, and more gently than she expected he took her hand. She gave him a smile that she had seen Aelin give Rowan a hundred times, and he returned it with what could only be described as a grimace. That had Elide had laughing, louder and more obnoxiously that she would normally but the non-friend redhead had reached them and it was time for a show.

“Hey, handsome,” she said, ignoring Elide completely.

Elide moved their entwined hands to draw her attention to them and she saw the redhead’s eyes narrow.

“This new? I don’t remember you being attached last time we met,” she said with a disarmingly pretty smile and a tilt of her head.

“Very new,” Lorcan said, as he gave Elide a sideways glance. No doubt meant to be endearing, but he just looked awkward.

Elide held in her sigh, she needed to get this over with before Lorcan blew their cover with his tactlessness.

“If you don’t mind, we’re in the middle of something,” Elide lent her chin on Lorcan’s bicep. Good gods, he was solid muscle.

The redhead’s eyes flashed with a flicker of anger, she’d lost and she wasn’t happy about it.

“Just some advice,” she said, a look of triumph on her face replacing the anger. “You might want to make sure he gets checked before take it all the way.” Then she gave a pointed look at Lorcan’s crotch and his face went a deep shade shade of red.

Elide watched her walk away, brows high and a slightly incredulous look on her face as she sorted through exactly what the slighted woman had implied. Lorcan dropped her hand as the redhead disappeared from sight. That made Elide look at him.

“What —“

“Nothing,” Lorcan said and took a sip of his drink.

“As your girlfriend a think I’m entitled to know,” Elide said, failing to stop her amused smile.

“It’s not true,” Lorcan said.

Elide elbow on the bar. “What, pray tell exactly, isn’t true?”

Lorcan turned towards her, not returning her smile which only made Elide smile more.

“We were out for Vaughan’s birthday a few months ago. Her and her friend joined us. They were pretty keen on Rowan and when Aelin came to pick him up she got angry. I called her a bitch, she told them I had herpes.”

Elide tipped her head back and cackled. Then asked through her laughter, “What?”

“She told them I was her ex and that I’d given them to her. I swear it’s not true,” Lorcan said so earnestly Elide almost felt sorry for him.

“Well,” Elide said but started laughing again. Lorcan’s lips twitched up in a ghost of a smile, then he turned to her.

“What has you stumbling in here soaking wet?”

Elide had been so distracted by the recent events she had almost forgotten about her sodden state. “I was heading for the bus top to get home and the rain came out of no where, this was the first place I could find that was open. Did you know there are practically no awnings along this entire street?”

“I did not,” Lorcan added. Then there were a few beats of awkward silence before he said. “Do you want a ride home?”

The offer came as a surprise and Elide sat up a little straighter.

“I don’t want to ruin your night by ending it early, I can just wait the rain out,” Elide said, now feeling a little awkward herself.

“I was about to leave anyway,” then when he saw her questioning look he added, “truly.”

Elide thought for a moment, the rain was coming down pretty heavily and the streets were getting slick. She really didn’t live that far.

“Yeah, okay. That would be great.”

~~~~~

You’ll find the incident Lorcan is referring to in the Drabbles section of the Striking Matches masterlist under drunk Rowan says the wrong thing. 

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[tangerinegod]

Hello! I am sorry to bother you but I am a senior getting ready for college this year. I am in the US and I wanted to major in the same thing you did, do you have any possible tips for me? I still haven't even looked for colleges that would be best for animation majors so I figured if you were up to giving out any tips/saying any basic ideas if you wanted to/if you had the time to then maybe I'll have a better idea! I apologise for if I sound weird! I'm tried to word it correctly but I can't 😿

hi!! i’m totally down to share my experiences! someone else also had some questions so i’m going to put them all together in this post haha, hopefully this helps! it’ll get pretty long so apologies ahead of time but art school is a lot to think about so i wanna be as helpful as i can around it, its a lot of time and money. I’m gonna put it all under a read more cus it is really really long!

i wanna start off with the fact that I had the privilege of attending school in a financially stable environment, my parents were/are really supportive so w merit scholarship i only came out with around 20-30k in debt and i also had housing support my entire time in school. they were ok with me focusing on academics so i didn’t hold a retail job unless i was out of school like summer/winter break. Ofc though i regularly take commissions/do merch/cons to try and pay for all bills that arent rent cus i did want to be financially independent where it was possible. I also did try and work during the semester but everytime i did my body would deff start to breakdown from the fact that i didnt wanna compromise schoolwork with jobs.. so just read ahead know this experience is from a student who was able to attend focusing only on school work for most of the time!

the biggest thing is knowing art school is not required to become a professional in either freelancing or industry! there are a huuuge amount of online tools and classes these days that provide the exact same education and for cheaper too. i think it depends on what experience you prefer/can handle/want but it’s definitely possible to make art/animation art your living without higher education. the thing that college will for sure give you though is the ability to meet deadlines, work even when you dont want to, and connections with peers+teachers. i think the connections part is invaluable because you’re basically coming out with a network of people you already know and who know you! 

also its good to know if you want to attend/can handle art school! it’s a lot of time and energy and students get burned out really fast. the best piece of advice i got before going was ‘if you draw every single day, even if its for only like 5-10 minutes or a doodle for a whole year you should be fine’ consistency is super key because you’re attending school to draw, and you’ll have to create work for stuff you aren’t excited for at some point or another. burnout is extremely real and the only reason i didn’t experience it was probably because i got super into drawing naruto fanart again inbetween sophomore and junior year! it helped give me something to draw seperated from school which is the only thing i was drawing for since i had entered rip. a heads up id also consider myself a workaholic so i fit in ok with the ‘art school’ environment but it is suuper unhealthy. if you are fantastic at managing your schedule then it’s definitely possible to take care of yourself! freshman year i got 8 hours a sleep a night and only pulled all nighters for some second semester finals at the end. sophomore year + up though i ended up prioritizing hw over sleep and like for sure, definitely shortened my life span. there’s another q down below where i’ll go more into detail but ya, be careful w ur work balance!

another tip especially for animation is knowing for a fact what type of animation you’re looking to go into, and what the school is offering. I didn’t think i’d get into art school at the time so i only applied to two places + decided if i didnt get into either id attend community to get credits out of the way while building portfolio. honestly? i did not do a lot of research LOL but like i did end up having the chance to tour and stuff! just know that each school will have a very different curriculum. The main differences are schools that prioritize 3D (cg animation, cg modeling, ect) and 2D/traditional (hand drawn, ‘oldschool’, digital or traditional based) this is a huge difference so make sure you do research for it! in most cases a 2D/traditional program will also offer 3D since it’s at the forefront of the industry animation wise rn. My school taught 2D but like hand drawn on physical paper 2D, frame by frame. while it was a good experience it’s super outdated because digital tools make it way faster + easier! i’d recommend looking for a program that is digital 2D over traditional 2D. 

if after your senior year covid is still affecting campuses in the US to keep them shut down i’d recommend attending a community college to get credits and then transferring into school. one of the negatives is paying money for gened classes when ur not there for them; if you can get them out of the way sooner and cheaper there is absolutely no negative + you could graduate earlier or use the extra time for better work or to work a job! 

these are all the general tips i think i’d give on like a broad basis of attending or not to think about? let me know if u have more q’s! someone asked q’s im answering below that go more into personal experiences + work culture so heres those:

- how many hours a week do u spend studying, in class, otherwise making art? like how much of ur life does it consume?

I was basically working on art.... 24/7! since i wasnt working a job at the same time i crammed as many credits as possible into my schedule so on avg i did 18 credit semesters (around 6 classes) art classes go for 6 hours and non art go for 3, so i’d spent around 30-35 hours in class a week! hw wise it varied on the class but combined it would be around 35-50 hours a week... im guessing? on average studio classes would have 8-10 hours of hw, maybe 5 for a light week, and gened classes 5 hours w them all combined. or this was probably how things were before junior year? junior+senior year i had thesis + everything else ontop.. i’d spend around 30-40 hours on thesis a week with other classes ontop of that bc my film was super long cus im a dummy! 

- is it hard going to art school n realising that altho u were probably quite talented… so is everyone else? Like. all of a sudden. ur not special and everyone seems as good as u, you know? More generally, how do u deal with comparison?

kinda?? i think instead of the idea of like you vs others it feels more of like a competition at first to be the best. this varies hugely on school culture though; my animation year was really friendly with each other and get along extremely well, so my answer to this is v different than some others who attended different schools. i think that the idea of ‘comparison’ only lasts a portion of the first year because at some point you realize that it’s not a who’s better as much as its a ‘these are my coworkers’ type thing? like healthy competition 100% because we’re all working to improve but i think most of us learned pretty early on that viewing each other as peers going into the same workforce helped a lot. also at some point everyone develops their own style/starts to develop their artistic preferences so there isn’t a way to compare whos 'better’ anymore? i dont think there ever is tbh because style is appealing based off of an individuals preferences. If anything realizing everyone else is also amazing makes you wanna work harder ig? or thats how i felt! it’s inspiring to be surrounded by so many people who create such amazing work. 

- is there a lot of workaholic culture? all nighter culture?

100000% there can be a workaholic and all nighter culture. i know people who avoided it and thats honestly fantastic because i fall super easily into that pit. sometimes i’ll pull all nighters on a personal project just because i really want to finish it... i am definitely considered a workaholic all the way through and its not healthy rip... i’d estimate at the worst i was pulling 2-3 all nighters a week and only 4-5 hours of sleep on the nights i didn’t? that was only for one year tho, after that i was like yeah ok this is really bad for my health in the long run LOL so i tried to cut it down to one all nighter a week and around 5-6 hours of sleep the rest of the week! by senior year my decision to cram in full semesters paid off and i was able to consistently get around 7 hours of sleep a night + no all nighters minus finals since my schedule was lighter despite thesis 😭 while there is that culture i don’t think people view it as like a badge of honor or something to be proud of anymore which is good, we mostly view it as a flaw of the art school system and something that needs to be fixed!!

- are you glad u did it? how did u know it was what u wanted?

i am glad i did it! i’m definitely in a limbo right now of if it was worth both my time, money, and my parents money rip but i think with what i got out of it i definitely wouldn’t be as far skill wise or knowledge wise when it comes to the art industry. i would say it was only worth it for be because i had so much support going in though so i was able to focus so much on improving. if i had only been able to put in part of the effort and not make full use of the resources provided i would honestly have a different answer.. 

i knew it was what i wanted when i realized i really couldn’t see myself pursuing a different profession happily! despite all the bumps and stuff im fully in love with drawing still and feel honored that it’s a field that can provide a living. my second profession choice was to go into culinary school? and third option i think going was into music cus i was also a band kid hehe.  

- how do u cope with ur hobby becoming ur job? how do u deal with art going from something u do for fun to something u do on command constantly?

i think seperating work art from personal art is important! in my case im doubling naruto into being personal work so i have something to fall back onto that isn’t work related. its been a hyperfixation for 12+ years? so drawing it at this point is just like personal art imo. some people have hobbies outside of art and only draw for their job! i think after attending classes for so long the idea of hobby turning into job feels extremely natural? also i enjoy doing it so thats a huge plus! 

sorry this is SO long but i hope i answered your guys’ questions! if you have more just lmk!

[1-800-yugyeom]

could you write a blackpink female reader x rose smut in which rose is very dominant and jealous? thank you

ugh i love jealous doms anon why are you doing this to me i need to be studying.

listen i think we can all agree that rosé is BEAUTIFUL like her visuals are downright killer right and there’s not a thing that could make you want anybody but her

and she knows that. not only bc you’ve told her on several occasions, but also bc she knows how you look at her when you think she’s too preoccupied to notice ;)))))

and she also knows that you would never do anything to jeopardize your relationship and she trusts you 100%

but on the other hand.. she’s aware that you’re incredibly gorgeous as well, even more so in her opinion

and as much as she trusts you, she has a hard time trusting other ppl around you

bc at the end of the day you’re HER girl and she doesn’t want anyone to the idea in their head that you’ll ever ever be theirs

she tries her best to keep her jealousy at bay and to never take out her anger and frustration at other ppl on you

especially over something as trivial as a brief touch or a fleeting comment or a wink in your direction

but unfortunately sometimes there are occasions where the “harmless” flirting goes too far for rosé to just.. stand there and watch

she hates the feeling of jealousy. it washes over her in hot waves, making her stomach turn and acid form in the back of her throat in the shape of searing insults that are in no way tasteful, elegant, or roseanne-like.

and sometimes she can stand there and suppress her emotions, especially when you quickly brush the person off or very bluntly state something like “my girlfriend is sitting right there”

but sometimes you let things go too long for rosé’s liking, either out of obliviousness or just bc you’re too nice she’s not sure, but she doesn’t like it one bit

like when the two of you attend a party held by one of your close mutual friends on a random friday night

you’ve both been stressed from work all week so when rosé had managed to get out of the practice studio early enough

you decided to release your frustrations by drowning yourselves in alcohol and loud music.

you would have the rest of the weekend to cuddle and catch up on lost time that work took away from you, now was a chance to have some fun and let loose

except rosé couldn’t

not with the way she could see from afar, the woman standing next to you getting closer and closer with every passing second

this was the exact reason she had barely left your side the entire night. she just wanted to get the two of you some drinks to speed up the de-stressing process.

however it seemed like every time she left, someone took it as an open invitation to take her place

and she was tired of it.

tired but still very very angry

she felt the familiar tightness in her throat and burn behind her eyes as she watched the girl fiddle with the buttons on your red cardigan and check you out very openly

you had accepted a drink from her, you let her touch your arm

almost in a trance she continued to watch your interactions, unable to jump out of line and go to you or to run out of the house in angry tears

she watched the expressions on your face and found herself getting angrier and angrier, were you enjoying this? did you know she was watching and wanted her to suffer?

all the confidence she had in the fact that you only want her is crumbling fast and it’s being replaced by ugly doubt

meanwhile you’re trying ceaselessly to end the conversation with this very obviously drunk girl, which had started innocently enough

she had come up to you, saying that she could’ve sworn the two of you had met before and that she knew you

and instantly she looked vaguely familiar, until you realized that she was a past one night stand of yours from college

you immediately felt a cold pit open up in your stomach but despite this, you decided to play it safe and continued to be polite

even as hazy memories of a filled bar and a tiny dorm room resurfaced, instantly setting off warning bells in your head and making guilt brew in the pit of your stomach

you quickly came up with a half-true reply, “oh yeah, um, we took that psych class together a few semesters ago i think.”

from the look in her eyes.. she knew that you remembered more than just the class

“right! oh my god i can remember sticking pretty close to you because you did so well in that class,” she said, making sure to emphasize just how close you were by laying a hand on your arm.

from there she made the decision to move into more.. intimate territory

playing with the ends of your hair as she asks you if you came alone, what your plans were later tonight, if you could ditch them

all of which you answered honestly, not wanting her to think there was any gray area or possibly that you could recreate your night together

however she didn’t take the hint and rosie still wasn’t back yet

the girl had handed you a drink, which you now held but still hadn’t taken a drink of. it wasn’t the kind you liked.

not the kind you knew rosie was coming back with, you thought guiltily.

at the thought of rosie you began to scan the room to look for her coming back, not even noticing the other girl getting closer and closer to you

however she yanked your attention back when she took one of the buttons on your sweater between her fingers and complimented your fashion sense, all while she raked her eyes down your form fitting outfit

let’s just say you were thoroughly uncomfortable at this point

you choked out a quick “thanks” and took a few steps back, lifting up onto your tip-toes to look over the crowd for a familiar head of blonde hair

you feel the girl slide her hand down your stomach to your hip

which is when you spot the love of your life on the opposite end of room, standing by the drink table with steam coming out of her ears while she looks directly at you

your eyes meet and you can see it, the anger, the jealousy, the doubt

as much as you want to move forward, your feet stay rooted to your spot as you stare back at her with wide eyes

visibly furious, she stomped back over to where she had left you not even 5 minutes ago

if you wouldn’t let people know you were hers, then she would do it herself

and she wasn’t coming for you, no, she was walking straight towards the other girl

which is embarrassingly enough the first time you realized you were about to have a problem on your hands

throwing the other girl’s hand down and rushing to meet rosé halfway you grabbed both of her wrists, halting her movements

her skin was hot to the touch, face screwed up and cheeks red

she looked absolutely, terrifyingly beautiful

gently, you tried to coax her gaze from your admirer back to you, rubbing your thumb against her flushed cheek and guiding it towards you

“hey baby calm down okay? let’s just go home, will you please take me home?”

her eyes finally moved to your face and you watch her nostrils flare, her teeth grit together

and you realize she wasn’t just angry at the girl at the bar, she was angry at you too

the next thing you know her lips are being pressed roughly against yours in a searing kiss, no doubt intended to draw attention and show her possession over you

rosé doesn’t stop there however, pulling your body in flush against her and moving her hands from your waist to your ass, squeezing harshly

she kisses you with everything she has, showing you all the emotions flowing through her right now. it takes your breath away with how passionate it is, almost like she’s trying to prove something to you, something to everyone.

you pull away a minute later, unable to breathe from the intensity of the kiss. rosé is still staring at you with stormy eyes, just as angry as before but now you could tell with the way her pupils had dilated, also slightly turned on.

“hope that got the point across to your friend,” she said shortly before tugging you out the door and away from the party.

still pulling you by the arm, she makes a beeline straight for the car.

despite still being extremely angry, she still opens your car door for you, waiting patiently for you to climb in and then slamming it shut, making you wince.

she climbs into the driver’s side, quickly putting on her seatbelt and starting the car.

you look at her, reaching up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear and taking a deep breath before opening your mouth.

“chae, i can explain-“

“i think you’ve done enough tonight,” she bit back, a displeased look still evident on her face.

luckily you see her cheeks started to cool down, her shoulders become more relaxed, and you know being inside the house was overwhelming her.

“i know you’re angry but we need to talk about this,” you try to say with a reassuring look, met with nothing but a frown and a cold glare.

“then talk,” she says.

sighing you take her hand back into your own, drawing little shapes on the back with your thumb while you think of what to say “she’s just someone i had a class with a long time ago”

“oh yeah because ex-classmates feel each other up and tug on each other’s clothes, right? you sure you didn’t know each other a little better than that?”

“okay, yeah?! so what?? we fucked. a long time ago, before i even knew you. but it’s not MY fucking fault that she didn’t get it the first OR second time i said i had a girlfriend and you were nowhere to be seen!”

you knew as soon as it came out of your mouth that would only make chae angrier. neither of you had ever mentioned past hookups or relationships for the other’s sanity. you knew it drove rosé crazy to hear you talk about anyone else.

but you had reached the end of your patience. you didn’t want to fight and the fact that chaeyoung wouldn’t listen when you told her the flirting was unsolicited only made you more desperate to get your point across.

“put on your seatbelt. now.” she said in a demanding tone.

“what the hell chaeyoung, i want to talk to you-“

“yeah well i’ve heard enough” she stated matter-of-factly.

“we’re going home baby, isn’t that what you wanted?” she said a moment later, tone more velvety and threatening.

this was the same voice she used when she told you beg, when she told you she was very displeased with your behavior and that you were to be punished now, when she told you to touch yourself for her-

the same voice she used when you were in for a long night.

the ride home was tense, the dominant aura coming off rosé in waves, letting you know that you didn’t stand a chance tonight and that excited you.

however you still felt the need to get everything solved before you got home, whether it was a good idea or not.

“rosie, please talk to me right now so i can figure out what you’re thinking,” you said softly, not wanting your voice to come off as a command. there would be nothing that she would hate more right now than feeling like she being given orders.

silence followed your request

you heard her suck in a deep breath, letting it back out shakily, and you feel the mood in the car shift

rosé pulls the car off onto the side of the road and just sits with her hands on the steering wheel before turning the key and everything goes painfully quiet until-

“you know what, who the fuck did that girl think she was.”

you jump in surprise at rosé’s sudden outburst, taken aback but still glad that she’s decided to open up her end of the conversation

“i don’t know, baby. i told her i came with you and that i wasn’t interested but she wouldn’t listen,” you explained calmly, desperate for her to understand that none of this happened bc of anything you did.

“you told her that?” she asks cautiously, almost like she can’t believe you tell people you’re taken, which was such a silly thought. you were so in love with her.

you nodded in response to her question.

“why wouldn’t i?”

you see rosé glance down at her hands, an unsure expression taking over her features.

“j-just.. you’re happy right? there’s nothing else anybody else could give you that would make you even consider-“

“absolutely not,” you say before she can finish her sentence. “and of course i’m happy, rosie. some random girl flirting with me at a party isn’t going to suddenly make me forget that.”

you watch her nod, still looking at her hands sitting in her lap, most likely gathering her thoughts.

slowly she looked up, locking eyes with you and staring at you hard, making you almost feel like she was staring past your eyes and straight into your soul.

“good. i’m not ever gonna let you forget how happy you are with me,” she said with the same dark tone from earlier, lips angling into a smirk, “starting now. go get in the backseat.”

your eyes widen comically, playing right into rosé’s desires. she wanted you to anticipate what was coming next.

“don’t make me repeat myself, babygirl,” she warned, rousing you enough to undo your seatbelt and open your door, complying with her orders in a way that you know will please her.

as you climb into the back, she continues to sit cooly in the front seat watching you through the mirror as you await her next orders

“strip down, baby. i want you completely naked when i come back there.”

with your cheek flushing, you slip your short red cardigan off your shoulders, placing it on the seat beside you.

you do the same with your back camisole and then kick off your sneakers, reaching down to undo the button and zipper on your skinny jeans. you do a very awkward shuffle out of them, almost having to rip them off with their combined tightness and the limited space you had to undress.

in your defense, you had imagined rosé taking them off you at the end of the night.

you catch rosé’s eyes in the mirror, the stupid smirk still on her lips and mirth dancing in her eyes, obviously amused by your struggle.

you pause when you reach your undergarments, starting to feel the oddness of being mostly naked and alone in the back while your girlfriend sat in the front, completely clothed.

“all the way. i’m not coming back until you’ve followed directions.”

wow, what an evil woman. how was this fair?

sighing, you swallow down your shame, unclasping your bra and throwing in into the front seat along with your panties a second later.

rosé picked up your underwear off the seat, inspecting how wet they undeniably had become from the minute she had kissed you back at the party.

“good girl. i can see you’re enjoying this, angel. do you want me to come back now and help you out?”

“yes please.” being polite has always gotten you far with rosé and you were practically ready to say anything at this point to get her in the back with you.

the next thing you know, the door to your right is being pulled open and the cool is nipping at your naked body, giving you goosebumps all over.

she gets comfortable, making you straddle her even though you’re at a high risk of hitting your head off the ceiling of the car. luckily you’re preoccupied craning your neck downwards to finally kiss rosé again.

her tongue pokes at the outside of your lips until you open your mouth and allow it to enter, the feeling of her tongue rubbing against yours enough to make you moan out loud

to your disappointment, rosé pulls away shortly after that, silently spinning you around to face the front seats.

she spreads your legs to hook around each of her own, experimentally stroking up and down your heat, listening to the little whines that fall from your lips.

you sit, completely naked, on rosé’s lap with your back against her chest as she starts to rub your clit slowly, watching you writhe and squirm in her lap.

“who’s girl are you?” she asks sternly, a desperate lilt at the end of her sentence like she’ll explode if you tell her what she wants to hear.

“yours rosie, i’m all yours, oh my god-“ you moan as her speed increases.

she keeps you at a medium, if not kinda slowly and teasing, pace until she pulls her fingers away from your clit completely.

you make a pathetic sound at the loss of stimulation, but let out a happy sigh when she finds your entrance, now wetter than ever.

if you’ve learned nothing else about sex with rosé over the years, you at least know that she loves teasing.

which you’re really hating right now as she slowly pumps one finger in and out of you, not even bottoming out. just pushing in enough for you to really feel it drag along the inside of your walls and then take it away a moment later

the hand that isn’t torturing you, she uses to roll your nipples under her pointer finger, sending a tingling sensation straight to your core.

“please, please chaeyoung, finger me properly i’ll do anything,” you pleaded, finally reaching your breaking point.

she giggled, pleased with your begging but amused that you cracked after such a short amount of time. how cute.

“okay honey bunny but only because you’ve been so good for me so far,” she said, landing a sweet kiss on the back of your shoulder and then trailing them up to lay several open mouth smooches against your neck.

you’d probably have marks in the morning, but wasn’t that half the fun?

finally having mercy, rosé slipped another finger in alongside the first, crooking them upwards before thrusting them in and out shallowly.

the crude sound of your wet pussy filled the car as rosé sped up her fingers, stroking your walls while she thrusted quickly

that combined with the wet sucking noises of rosé’s mouth on your neck and the noises you couldn’t help spilling out of your mouth

your lover could tell the second she hit your g-spot, not only from recognizing the different texture within, but from the way your hips canted upwards and a half-shriek half-moan left your mouth.

from then on she tried her best to thrust her fingers into it every time, trying to get you to cum as fast as possible

not that she didn’t like drawing out your orgasms, but her hand was cramping in the position and there was more you could do at home anyway.

as she continued her steady rough pace, she began to talk to you,making the coil in your tummy tighten even more and bringing you closer to cumming

“do you like it when i leave marks on your pretty skin while i finger fuck you baby?”

“oh my god you’re leaking all over my lap and the seat, so dirty. are you gonna cum for me? make it even dirtier?”

“c’mon baby don’t you wanna be a good girl for me? yeah? then cum around my fingers. just like this.”

vision momentarily blurring and a mini explosion happening in your body, you finally obey rosé’s orders, cumming hard.

you take a few moments to regain the feeling in your legs, panting heavily before rolling off rosé’s lap and onto the leather seat beside her.

rosé affectionately rubs your bare thigh as you stare at her, soaking up her pretty features and putting getting dressed and breaking the intimate moment off for a second more.

“you ready to go, baby?” your gf asks after a long moment, gathering up your clothes from where they’ve been thrown around the car.

“what about you?” you ask, realizing that you still hadn’t reciprocated.

“i can wait until we get home,” she giggled, kissing your forehead when you let out a relieved sigh, glad that you wouldn’t have to deal with even more muscle cramps from having sex in the back of your small car.

“i love you, rosé,” you said as you began to tug your clothing back on. “i love you more than anything.”

the smile you got in response was absolutely breathtaking, spreading across her face so perfectly and then her eyes into little crescents.

“i love you too, (y/n). more than you’ll ever know.”

[hardyimagines]

Release

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Could you do a fic where charlie has been released from prison and it's his first day out and all he wants is to have sex with his sweetheart ?

Warnings: um, if this fic was a video, tumblr would 100% delete it. Sex. Sex. Sex. Descriptive sex.

SORRY FOR ANY TYPOS. IM HEADED OUT BUT DIDNT WANT TO DEPRIVE YOU GUYS ANY LONGER OF BRONSON.. ILL PROOF READ IN A BIT. IM SORRY FOR MISTAKES AHG

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The previously dark and gloomy prison stood tall above you. Its dark walls and broken crevices somehow seemed more inviting today. The usual intimidating building was now calling your name. Never in all your life had you ever imagined that you’d be showing up to a penitentiary with so much excitement. There was a tight ball in your chest, one of pure happiness and giddiness that was impossible to contain. Your eyes shone brightly, revealing to the surrounding people how delighted you were that Charles Bronson was being released. A lot of the surrounding people were disappointed and livid that such a violent man was being let out of jail, but not you.

Charles Bronson was your long time boyfriend and childhood best friend. Since the age of 15 you’d be crushing on the absolute brute. He’d always been a little bit of bully to you, constantly pestering you. It was like his goal, from the second you’d met him, to be a pain in your ass. Then something changed when you’d been stood up by a second date. Charles had been there to comfort you and console you in the only way he’d known how. He was your best friend — though he could be an ass, but that day he’d been there, ready to assure you a hundred times that no boy in the world deserved you. His soft words of assurance had urged you to kiss him and to fall in love with him. The weakness that had filled you made you so desperate for physical affection and when he’d given into you, neither of you knew how to stop it.

Ten years later led to today. All that teasing and playfulness had turned into something so passionate and meaningful, something you’d never expected from the man. He’d been arrested six years ago, and everyday of those six years, he’d held your heart in his hands. Visitations were limited, but you showed up at every available opportunity. Letters were uncommon — you were positive the guards never actually gave them to your boyfriend. Apart from all the draining, sad stuff, today was an extraordinary day. Bronson was being let out and every negative thought in your head vanished.

The heavy metal doors opened wide. A loud creak floated through the air, grasping the attention of every person within ten feet. Charles Bronson stood between two guards. His head was as bald as it had always been, clear and shiny beneath the bright sun’s rays that beat down on him. He wore a dark pair of sunglasses that shielded his glistening blue eyes. His lips were curved upward, a delicious sign that revealed to everyone that he was more than happy to see them all — even if it was due to hatred for most. The handsome man wore a white pullover shirt, tucked into the waistband of a dark pair of jeans. He was stood tall and cocky, hands full of his few belongings.

“Pleasure meeting the two of you.” He smirked toward the men before tipping his head in faux meaning. “Bunch of fucking cunts.” He uttered before shoving past them and further away from the prison. The man’s boots scuffed the cracked pavement beneath him audibly as he made his way through the long line of people. Unfortunately for you, you were stood at the back. But fortunately for you, Bronson had eyes like a hawk and his bright orbs had latched on to you within milliseconds.

“Fuckin hell.” His husky, low voice hit your ears. “Is that my girl?” In his right hand he clutched a jacket and in his left a few papers. He opened his arms wide as he approached further, a breathy growl escaping his throat. “Fucking beautiful.” He announced as he locked his arms around you securely. Without hesitation, your slender arms circled his neck tightly. Your thighs made their way around his waist and soon enough you resembled a monkey, clinging to a tree. The surrounding people glared at the scene, completely and utterly sickened that you could love such an abusive man. There was no time for you to speak — no time to say you loved him, or missed him, or wanted to take him to eat, and then go home. There was no time at all, for Bronson hadn’t wasted even a second before pressing his warm lips against your own.

The both of you had been deprived, so the hungry kiss was beyond expected. Your small hands cradled the back of his head as your lips moved against one another feverishly. It was a battle to see he could devour the other first. Bronson was winning. His tongue was moving animalistically against your own. You felt weaker and weaker with every passing second. The thoughts in your head were becoming jumbled and your heavy breaths were now laced with quiet whimpers. Bronson moved his hands along the backs of your thigh until his wide palms curled around your rear. He held you against him in approval, releasing little moans and groans so you knew how glad he was to see you. To kiss you. To hold you. It was only when the two of you were about to positively suffocate that the man tore himself away. His body still remained wrapped around yours, but his mouth instead fell to rest against your shoulder so he could feed his lungs the oxygen that they craved. When he set you down, your legs merely fell to the ground, but your hands remained in place.

“Hello, handsome.” You chirped airily, studying how much healthier he looked beneath the sun’s rays. Your hands fell away from his shoulders so they could brush down and along his bulging arms. Tugging him back into you so you could kiss him sweetly, your hands blindly found his own so you could lead him backwards and toward the parked car.

“Need something to fucking eat.” He uttered beneath his breath. Draping his grey jacket over his shoulder, he pushed his papers into his back pocket so that his hands were free. Dragging you into his chest smoothly, he stared down at you happily when you opened your mouth to offer, he assumed, restaurants nearby. His hand lifted to your chin, cupping your warm skin. Lowering his head, he swiped his tongue along your parted lips before letting out a deep, throaty hum. “I want you.” He told you bluntly. Your eyes fluttered and your legs turned to jello. The cold air around you vanished and all you could feel was the sweltering heat from the sun. Bronson’s voice was rough. The pitch was deep, but it was music to your ears.

“You haven’t changed a bit.” You whispered breathily to the man. Your hand fell to the front of his chest, small fingers gliding along the front of the white t-shirt he wore. He pushed his sunglasses on to the top of his head before rewarding you with a slow, lopsided grin. “I’m not going to be very filling, baby, don’t you want something else too? A burger- haven’t you had any cravings?” The man wasn’t really listening to the words that left that pretty mouth of yours. He was entirely too busy envisioning your lips wrapped around his cock. It had been far too long and he was quite ashamed at how horny he was. The shame didn’t last long though.

“All I need, right,” He lowered his hand away from yours. His strong fingers brushed along your stomach as he continued to back you up toward the car. The soft blue colored car was a sturdy structure for you to lean against as Bronson pinned you against the side of it. His hand slid south, thick fingers brushing along the front of your trousers. The fabric was thin, helping Bronson in his attempt to tease you. His hand pushed between your thighs so he could cup the heated space. The palm of his hand pressed firmly against you, fingers grazing the underside of your ass. There was no worry floating in the man’s gaze. Despite the fact that the two of you were stood outside the jailhouse, with hundreds of eyes latched on to you, Bronson paid them no mind. His strong chest brushed against your own, lazy smile morphing into a devilish smirk. “is this cunt of yours.” He spoke against your ear before slowly opening his mouth so he could grip your ear with his teeth. A low, warning growl left him and in an instant you’d spun around so you could scramble into the car. Bronson’s hand dangled at his side, fingers twitching lightly in success as he moved around the vehicle and slid into the driver’s seat. “Off with those fucking things in, darling, they’ll just be in my fucking way.” The man laid one hand on the steering wheel as the other lifted the keys so he could slot the end into the ignition. The engine roared to life as you hurriedly hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your slacks. Rolling the fabric down your thighs and to your knees, your movements grew shakier and shakier.

The man at your side looked toward your thighs, quaking excitedly against the leather seats. He couldn’t help the pride that flooded him. You’d waited years to be reunited with him in such a physical way and he wasn’t going to deprive you any longer. His hand moved to your knee, the pads of his fingers caressing the smooth skin that resided there. His foot sunk into the gas pedal, effectively rolling the car out of the lot and into the main road. Bronson was more than capable of focusing on driving and pleasuring you, he’d done it many times before he’d gone away. Shaky breaths erupted from your lips, impossible to hold in and he wasn’t even doing anything yet.

“Did you miss me?” He inquired lowly. He knew the answer, but he wanted to hear you say it.

“Yes.” You moaned out impatiently. Your lust-clouded eyes fell to his hand, studying it intently as you waited for it to roam upward. It did as you spoke. His palm grazed your hot flesh, lazily brushing along it as it journeyed up to the space between your legs. The underwear you wore was thin and soaked. Bronson almost chuckled at how wet you were. His eyes flickered to your face. You had your teeth clasped down on your bottom lip — no doubt hoping that he wouldn’t point out the fact that you were drenched. He did. He knew you got shy over things like that and he loved watching you squirm.

“Fucking hell, sunshine.” He drew his eyes away from the road so he could hunch forward and inspect the cloth that shielded your most private space from his penetrative gaze. The pink material was darker in the center, eliciting a loud shout of laughter from the man. He was like a child when it came to sex. He felt so proud when he saw the effect he had over you. “You’re fucking ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Six years is a long time to wait.” You offered your explanation breathily. “It’s not my fault.” Bronson pulled a wide grin before running his tongue over his lips. “Bronson.” Your hand moved to his arm. “No. Drive.” You pleaded. You wanted to get home. The sooner, the better, then he could have you in any position he wanted and do whatever he wanted. You could tell by the look in his eye that he wanted to hunch over and devour you like you were the last meal he’d ever eat, but that would led to a car crash and he’d be at fault and then go back to that hellhole. Your hand squeezed his bicep pleadingly. He nodded once before looking back to the road. He may not have been able to eat you, but he sure as hell had some fingers that he could please you with. His middle finger hooked in the fabric of your panties and without warning he drew the things off of you and tossed them on to the floor. You laid your hand on the door, gripping on to it tightly. Bracing yourself for his touch, you closed your eyes and relaxed your body. Fingering yourself wasn’t nearly as nice as recieving such a touch from the man. Closing your eyes, your head rolled to the side and your legs spread even wider, giving him power over you. His middle finger was the first to push into you. He was being uncharacteristically gentle, but you supposed it was because he knew it had been a while. His goal wasn’t to hurt you — ever. Your walls clenched around his digit gratefully, hugging him tightly.

The man looked toward your shielded chest, eyeing the way you arched. Your breaths were shallow and short, chest heaving visibly. He pumped his middle finger at a delightfully slow pace, warning you up. You knew when he had his cock actually buried inside you, this gentle man would be gone. His hand would be curled around your throat as delicately as possibly, but his thrusts would be brutal and merciless. He added another finger without much warning. His pointer finger joined his middle one, moving at a slow, steady pace. You closed your thighs tightly to savor the feeling, hips rocking toward his hand in need. Bronson was in heaven at the feel of your soft skin, rubbing against his wrist. He struggled to get his third finger inside you because of how tightly you’d trapped his hand between your thighs, so he stuck with just two. His thumb brushed over your clit, little grunts escaping his lips as he picked up the pace of his fingers. You lifted your hand to his arm so you could clutch on to him as he pleasured you. His demeanor was calm and collected so the surroundings cars couldn’t read the situation. His hand moved a little quicker inside you, thumb rubbing more firmly and securely against your bundle of nerves.

“Bronson..” You whispered under your breath before groaning out loudly. You squirmed, attempting to sit up so you could adjust the angle, but your body was limp and weak. You felt weighed down to the seat. Your orgasm hit you unexpectedly. A wave of warmth rushed through you and then an explosion of tingles. Your droopy eyes closed tightly and your mouth opened in a silent cry. Your expression looked like one of misery, but it was definitely one of ecstasy. Bronson was only aware you’d orgasmed by the extreme amount of release that coated his fingers and the way your insides wrapped around him suffocatingly tight.

It didn’t take long for you to get worked up again. Bronson’s fingers remained inside you in order to draw our your orgasm, but you were beginning to feel that delicious ache form once more. Opening your legs shakily, your thighs fell open, slumped tiredly. Bronson slowly withdrew his fingers before lifting the glistening digits to his lips. His tongue moved along his middle finger and then pointer one, licking each one thoroughly clean before he set his hand on his thigh with a low groan. The forming bulge in his jeans was becoming agonizingly uncomfortable. The drive to the house wasn’t far now so you slowly began to readjust yourself. Leaning over, you pinched the fabric of your trousers and slowly lifted the material. You were trembling. Bronson watched you re-dress. He was tempted to stop you, but he was sure his parents would be waiting at home and he didn’t think they’d really want to see you walking alongside him with nothing but a blouse on. The car came to a slow halt. Parking the vehicle in the driveway, the man looked toward you before inhaling deeply. It was evident in his gaze that he wanted to continue what had been started, but the second car, parked in front of the one that the pair of you still sat in, belonged to his parents. He couldn’t very well fuck you with his rambling mother and curious father latched to his side.

The tip of your fingers lifted to his smooth cheeks. Drawing him toward you, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his mustache.

“They won’t stay for long.” You assured him. “They know who you are and how you are, don’t forget that.” Reaching behind you, you grabbed ahold of the door handle before nudging the thing open and climbing out of the car. Bronson took a moment before climbing out as well. He removed the sunglasses from his head and folded them. Tucking them away inside the neckline of his shirt, he pushed one hand into his pocket before reaching for you. Your hand laced through his, soft eyes lifting to his hardened expression. “Don’t be a grump, Charles. They missed you.” He let out a low grunt before following along behind you as you lead the way.

The front door had a large wreath hanging on the front, leftover from the Christmas holidays which were long gone now. The green circle was bordered by a large red bow, hung in the center of the almond-colored door. Your hand circled the doorknob before twisting it so that you could push it open. The rug on the porch read ‘welcome’, a new addition to the home Bronson had once knew. His large hand moved to your lower back, brushing along the length of it. He rubbed the bottoms of his boot off against the carpet before stepping into the warmth. He kicked the door shut gently before lookin around. The scent was homely and familiar, but the interior looked different somehow. You hadn’t done remodeling or moved anything around, it just looked so foreign.

A loud yelping sounded from the corner. To the right of Bronson, on a fluffy yellow dog-bed sat a little black furball. Bronson narrowed his eyes at the beast before looking toward you in question.

“What the fuck is that then?” He grumbled out before taking a small step back as the little beast came trampling toward the two of you. His face was swallowed by his fur, almost invisible. The puppy came to a stop at your feet, tail wagging happily. The animal barked again, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he lifted himself on to his hind legs to greet you.

“This is Bear. I bought him last year.” Your eyes lifted to your boyfriend. “He’s a great protector.” The teasing tone in your voice told Bronson that you’d merely bought the thing to piss him off. “And he keeps me company. I’ve been awfully lonely.” The teasing tone was gone. He could tell you were being honest then. The veins in his arms became visible as he clenched his fists. His eyes fell on the thing as you leaned over to lift it. He was a cute little bugger, but he couldn’t believe you’d gone out and purchased the little devil without asking him. He supposed you didn’t need to, you’d lived in the house for longer than he had. Bronson didn’t have a chance to touch or speak to Bear before his parents came scrambling into the room.

“Charlie!” His mother exclaimed. Her eyes were alight. Happiness radiated off of her, just as it had you. Her arms opened wide, little body shuffling toward him as she drew him in for an embrace. The man towered over her, biceps flexing as he wrapped them around her small form. She nestled into his chest, thanking the lord for bringing her baby home. The embrace was short-lived for when Charles’ father entered the room, the men exchanged a handshake and then a hug. His mother made her way toward you so she could loop her arm around your hips and grin at her son. She was so happy that he was home. You kissed the top of her head before handing Bear over to her. Briefly explaining to her that you would grab the surprise cake, you vanished from the room. Bronson’s eyes were glued to the sway of your hips, entrances by your body and it’s movements.

The next few hours were spent lounging in the living room. Conversations were lengthy and laughter-infused, but as the sun was beginning to set, the chatter was beginning to die off. Bronson was sat on the sofa, knees spread wide and elbows situated on his thighs as he watched you move around the room. His parents had said their goodbyes and with tired eyes and heavy bodies had made their way outside to the car. The man found it impossible to tear his eyes away from you as you cleaned up the snacks and beverages. Throughout the night, he couldn’t help but think of how perfect you were for him. Absolutely made to be his perfect match. The way you connected with his family made him love you even more.

The room was quiet now, apart from your soft humming. Bear was fast asleep beside the fireplace, little body a deadweight as he lounged on the floor. Bronson watched you re-enter the room, hands on your curvy hips as your eyes raked the room for any leftover mess.

“I love you.” He announced lowly. His eyes were glued to you, refusing to move away for even a second. You glanced toward him at his words, shaped brows furrowing. Little lines formed in the crease between your eyebrows before your lips twitched upward into a smile. His words had caught you off guard — you found them to be quite random. But they were very appreciated. The bottoms of your feed slid along the carpet as you approached him.

“I love you too.” You whispered. The tips of your fingers lifted to his shoulders, thumbs brushing over his collarbones as you lifted your leg and set your knee on the cushion. Lowering yourself down and on top of his lap, he removed his elbows from his thighs so that you had all the space he had to offer. “And I’ve missed you so.. so much.” Bronson leaned back against the cushions, admiring you as you sat perched up on his thighs. Your hands moved from his shoulders to his chest, tracing the upper half of his torso before your hands moved south to his stomach. It felt so good to touch him. There was nothing but muscle beneath your palms, tough, hard muscle which you’d missed so much. You weren’t alone anymore.

When you’d been younger, Bronson had always warned you not to mess with boys a lot bigger than you. He’d warned you that they’d take advantage of you, or crush you, and you’d heeded his warning.. well, so long as it didn’t apply to him. He’d given you that fair deterrent before leaning in and kissing you for the first time eleven years ago. Bronson drew you from your thoughts when he noticed the faraway look in your eye.

“Sunshine?” His thumb sunk into your hip, drawing you back to reality. “You’re a bit faraway, don’t you think?” He grunted. His eyes trailed along your features, studying the look of concentration you wore.

“Mh?” Your eyes flickered before moving to his own. “Oh, sorry.. I was just.. reminiscing. Do you remember our first kiss?” The words were airy as they left your lips. Your fingertips lifted to the side of his neck, fingernails gentle as they traced his skin. The man lifted a brow before slowly folding one behind his head. Of course he remembered the first kiss he’d shared with you.

It had been a long day, one that left him exhausted and ready to go home. You’d been so playful that day and it had gotten on his nerves a significant amount. He’d been just a boy. An irritated boy, ready to throttle the girl that refused to give him any peace.

“I mean it,” He hissed. “if you don’t leave me alone, I’ll snap your fucking neck.” The threat was empty. You knew that better than anyone. Charles Bronson had a big mouth, one that didn’t have a sensor on it. His hand was wrapped around your throat, firm and rough as he pressed you against the brick wall behind you.

“Oh, boohoo, big, bad, scary Bronson is threatening to hit me once again.” Your arms lifted to his chest to pry him back, but he hardly moved. “I’ll kick your ass.” You told the man firmly before lifting your arm up and locking it around his shoulders. It was a poor attempt to lug him down and tackle him to the floor, but he was entirely too strong.

“Kick my ass!?” The boy howled with laughter. “I’d like to see you try.” He grit his teeth. You pulled a look of innocence. An apologetic look that made him back up slightly. You used it as an advantage. He’d let his guard down, so you’d pounced. He’d half expected it though, so in the midst of your lunging, he’d caught you on his hips. Your outcry of determination was then silenced when he smoothly tackled you to the ground. The grass beneath your body was somewhat of a cushion. You opened your legs so you could get closer to him, ready to hammer your fists against his back and pound them against him like a drum. “You shouldn’t mess with boys a lot bigger than you, Y/N. You’re liable to end up hurt.” His breaths were heavy and harsh as they wafted over your face. The grass you were laid in was damp and you were sure mud was staining the back of your clothes.

“I’m a big girl, Charlie. I can take care of myself.” Your words were venomous and just as harsh. You attempted to lift yourself up on to your elbows and wiggle out from beneath him, but his hand pressed against the space above you, blocking you from moving any further. He lowered his head as if to show you that you weren’t in control of this situation. You were lucky it was him and not someone else who had you pinned to the ground. He, just wanting to annoy you, leaned in and brushed his nose against yours with a raise of his brows.

“Do you feel in control?” He whispered harshly. You could practically feel his lips. They weren’t touching yours, but because of the proximity, they might as well have been. Your head shook at his question, lashes fluttering shyly as you looked away. You understood his point.

“You’ve made your point, Bronson. Now, get off.” Your hips lifted to buck at him, trying to nudge him off, but he smoothly lowered his hand to cease your little movements. His hand moved from the grass and his elbow fell to the ground instead. He brushed his fingers through your twig-infested locks before slowly curling his fingers in your strands of hair. He lowered his head then and his plump lips brushed your own. You expected bile to rise in your throat and disgust to wash through you. You did not expect a twinge between your legs and then a shiver along your spine. Your mouth parted against his to inquire what he was doing, but he silenced you easily by kissing you fully. His lips were plump and fall, covering your own easily. His hips lowered so that he was laying on top of you, elbow sinking further into the dirt as he supported majority of his weight. Your legs opened wide, small hands ceasing their angry hits against him. Your fists opened and your palms brushed along his back. You didn’t feel in control at all over this situation.. and you really didn’t mind.

“Charlie!” His mother bellowed from across the road. “Charlie Bronson! You get in this house right now!” Her demanding words made the boy moan defeatedly into your mouth. His lips broke away from yours after a few moments and when he went to lift himself off of you, you pathetically clutched on to him and let out a little whimper for him to stay. It was then, as he knelt up on top of you and stared down at you in confusion, that he’d realized that innocent kiss would soon sprout into sonmuch more. He lowered his head and pressed his mouth against yours for only a second before finally standing.

He wore a smug grin on his lips as he made his way back home. You stayed in the grass for a while. Your lips tingle from the kiss and your eyes fluttered shut as you replayed it over in your mind. It was only when your mother came venturing out into the cold to find you that you were pulled from your thoughts and lead back home.

“Lay down.” His instructed words met your ears. Coming back to the present once more, you stared down at him with a lazy smile before rolling off his body and collapsing on your back on the cushions. He rotated smoothly before climbing on top of you. The position was very familiar. He set his hand on the arm of the couch and peered down at you with a hungry look in his eye. His hand fell to your cheek, thumb gliding along your flesh, savoring the feel of it. The heels of your feet sunk into the couch as you spread your legs, no hesitation or shyness in your movements now. Charles Bronson was one of the fastest undressers you’d ever met. His shirt was ripped from his body and directly after he’d smoothly undone your blouse. He tugged your slacks from your body and threw them on to the floor along with his dark colored jeans. There was nothing in his gaze except for love and desire. The ache between your legs became more apparent when he rolled off his boxers and exposed his erect member to you. It had been so long since you’d seen the beauty that resided between his thighs. Your tongue traced your lips slowly as you moved your hands toward your old friend. His shaft was hard and throbbing against your palm. Bronson had been so deprived of this physical affection while he’d been tucked away in a jail cell, so you’d spend the whole night giving in to whatever he wanted. Your hands worked on his cock, squeezing and rubbing his member thoroughly. He was a grunting mess. His fingernails scraped at the couch before curling in it tightly. He wanted to be shoved deep inside you, drilling himself into your soaked entrance repeatedly, but he didn’t want to hurt you and he knew he’d have no control, fresh out of prison. You could take it though. You both knew that. You’d always been able to take it.

“Charlie..” You bit your lip. “Fuck me.” It was evident in his gaze that he wanted more than just a handjob and you weren’t going to deny him that. Guiding him forward by leading his erection toward you, you shuffled beneath him to get into a comfortable position. Your thighs would be burned red from his aggressive rocking and your insides would ache for days. You were sure you’d have a pain in your lower back if you didn’t angle yourself just right. Charlie had no control when you sprawled out submissively and spread your legs so invitingly. His hands opened wide and pressed against your inner thighs to hold them open. His hips sunk forward further, his tip grazing your entrance. He let out a weak whimper of want and you didn’t deny him any further. Guiding him into you fully, your back arched off the couch and your mouth opened in a groan of ecstasy.

“Fucking hell.. that’s it.” He ground out between his bared teeth. His eyes fell shut as a shiver ran along his body. The man wasn’t going to last long, you knew that. It turned him on how much you loved him and each time he managed to open his droopy eyelids to peer down at you, he was stuck staring down at your submissive form, sprawled out beneath him with a look of love pasted on your face. Charlie drew his hips back, nearly pulling out of you, before grunting as he sunk back into you completely. His thighs would be burning soon, pleading for him to cease his harsh movements, but he’d ignore his body. The throb in his cock would be louder than the pain in his thighs. You opened your mouth and pressed your lips against his front. Showering his tattoos with all the affection you could muster up, you kissed along his warm skin, whimpering breathily when he’d pound himself into you. It was slow at first. Slow and hard; but still slow. Your bodies were both beyond delighted to be reunited and just a few minutes in, Bronson’s reminded him of exactly what he liked. He began to hammer himself into you without warning or confirmation. Your body jolted beneath the force so you wound your arms around him so you could cling to him desperately. Clutching on to him for dear life, you shut your eyes and moved your lips to his ear. The man was rowdy and giggling, unable to contain the sounds that rolled past his lips. His knees bounced against the cushions, hips beginning to roll. “Oh, fuck me.” He practically howled out.

You lifted your arms up and bent them over the arm of the sofa. Squirming beneath him with a little whine, your leg lifted and flopped over the back of the couch. Bronson stared down at you before nibbling on his bottom lip. The sounds that left his throat were sounds that only this man could make.

“Right, fuckin-“ He moaned out. “there.” Charles Bronson didn’t hold back in the slightest. The man buckled into you, fucking you senseless and relentlessly. Your skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat, blanket in the moisture. The couch springs were beginning to creak beneath the angry amount of weight being applied and then removed. The man buried his face into your neck and bit the flesh beneath his teeth. It didn’t take long at all for him to finally climax and he did so with a drawn out roar. You followed soon after, unable to hold back any longer and for the second time that day, you shook as the orgasm rolled through you in waves. Your bucks and his thrusts began to slow simultaneously. His body grew heavier and heavier atop your own. His muscles gave out and he slumped against you completely, cock twitching as it remained hidden away inside you. A little moan of approval escaped you as you relaxed beneath him. His skin was stained with little half-moons from where you’d been gripping him unknowing viciously. The pair of you slumped against the furniture, not daring to part in such a passionate way. You lazily brushed your fingers along Bronson’s back before smiling slowly.

“Welcome home..” You whispered beneath your breath before kissing the top of his head. You could feel his smile, lazy against the side of your neck. It sure was good to be back, he thought.

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Laid Up— Erik Killmonger x Plus Size! Poc Reader

Part 2

Warnings: Honestly y’all this probably still ain’t shit but it’s what y’all wanted🤷🏾‍♀️; Erik is still THAT nigga; Canes

One thing that everyone and their mama knew about Erik Stevens was that he was astonishingly good at making promises he couldn’t keep. He always got away with it because well, he could pierce the souls (and punanis) of anyone he wanted, and he damn well knew that. “Yeah baby I’ll text you later tonight” and “I swear you not just a one time pipe Ma” and of course “I’ll pick you up later today” we’re his most popular fuck nigga phrases that he never followed up on. “Damn he really was hitting it like I was his forever and shit” was the most popular response.

You didn’t expect him to come pick you up and take you to Canes, you suspected that the extra money he gave you was because he definitely wasn’t going to come back. After all, you’d never really talked to this nigga for more than five seconds until a couple of hours ago. Why would he switch up just because you slayed his hair? You’d been on your phone, scrolling through black twitter when you heard a knock on your door. You didn’t think much of it because staying at your parents house for a couple of weeks you noticed that your mom really loved to order weird shit off of amazon. However as you opened the door, half paying attention phone in hand and head down expecting to see a package, you were greeted to fresh black and blue J’s. You froze and your eyes trailed up to see THAT nigga smirking at your door.

“Why you look shocked to see me Ma? I told you I was gonna pull up” he was cheesing as if he really said something clever and you scoffed. “Nigga you and I both know you’ve never kept an ‘I’m gonna pull up’ promise in your life. I most definitely was not ready for you to pull up.” He laughed and again it was like his laugh commanded the whole room. “Can’t a nigga try new things?” He was definitely trying to play games with you as he said this and immediately looked you up and down while biting his lip and caressing his beard. Your eyes focused on his entirety too sexy lips and you mumbled out something along the lines of “Come in”.

He looked around your house acting as if he was interested in the old pictures on your wall when you told him you were going to get dressed. “But you gon’ let me come with you?” He asked trying to be sly but it absolutely didn’t work. “No sit your bum ass down fool I’ll be back in 5 minutes” you smacked your teeth and walked towards your room. As you walked away you could hear Erik say “That attitude needs to get piped out of you” and you rolled your eyes trying to not think about Erik piping you senseless.

You changed out of your grey sweats into some black jean shorts and a yellow BROCKHAMPTON shirt. You slid on your converse and walked outside. “Damn it really did only take 5 minutes.” Erik nodded in approval and did a dramatic hand gesture towards the door. “Bringeth your fluffy ass on princess.” He said in a weird accent that you were sure was his awful attempt at being British. Despite your best efforts not to, you chuckled and told him to walk his goofy ass to the car.

The car ride was going well, he had some unsurprisingly good music tastes and as you rode to Canes, you found yourselves reminiscing about old summer bops like Kirko Bangz ‘Drink In My Cup’ and Wales ‘Lotus Flower Bomb’. You started to talk about that feeling of when a song comes on and then suddenly you get flashbacks of sitting at a cook out, or just that weird surge of memories and he jumped in excitement claiming that he’d been experiencing that a lot lately since he’d been home. Some time during the car ride Erik’s hand found itself on your thigh and you found yourself not calling him a “hoe ass nigga” or telling him to move his hand, and it was left unspoken in the car as you both continued talking about Life and music.

You arrived at Canes and got out the car. “You wanna eat here or you just want me to order and drop you off at your crib?” He crinkled his eyebrows at you expectantly. Something (the logical part inside of you) screamed at you, urging you to tell him to order and go, but the nonsensical side of you said “We can just chill here and eat..... if that’s okay with you.” He smirked and opened the door to the restaurant. “After you princess.” He said and you could feel the smugness oozing off of him in waves at the fact that you didn’t shoot him down. Walking in you told him to order you a 3 piece box to which he responded “Nah you gettin the 4, you know your ass did not come here for just a 3 piece, that shit don’t fill me up.” You found yourself rolling your eyes at Erik for the 29th time and just said okay.

When you finally got your food, time seemed to pass slowly with Erik. You were more focused on his in depth analysis of how the BET awards hadn’t been good since 2014 and how he somehow made this seem like a fucking Thesis paper than you were on your chicken. “I don’t know man, 2Chainz hasn’t been poppin since then and it’s a little suspect that August Alsina disappeared after then is all I’m saying” he said raising his arms up in a type of “thats none of my business” way. “Yeah I get what you mean. FED’s watchin was my shit. I don’t know it’s like the awards got over hyped and the only good thing since then has been the New Edition movie.” That got him really hype as you guys spent 20 minutes talking about how everything about the cast and the movie itself was black excellence. The night went on a lot like that and when you both had finally finished your chicken you decided to go, throwing your food away and continuing your conversation outside.

“OH! I forgot to mention, please please pleeease don’t forget to lay your edges and put a durag on every night or you’ll mess up your hair. And put some oil in your scalp so you don’t get dandruff or anything, it’ll ruin the look.” Erik chuckled and came closer to you, invading your 2 feet of personal space. He placed his thumb on your cheek and really looked at you. His eyes burrowed into yours and everything felt entirely too intense and too real. “Thanks for the tips Ma, expect me to pull up in two weeks for a touch up.” He said it so close to you that his breath was in your face and you could see every little detail of his face. The light glow from the street lights made his face look ethereal and almost unreal. “Yeah whatever nigga. I charge more each visit.” His smile got impossibly larger as he laughed again. “Your little fluffy ass is cute, even with this attitude you got princess.” Oh how you wish you were as bold as the nigga standing in front of you. Maybe it would make the pounding in your heart and the flutter in your stomach less unbearable. “It’s late. Let me get you back home.” He said as he stepped away from you and walked to the car.

The car ride may not have been as enthusiastic as before, maybe due to the itis you both developed or the tension that wafted in the car, but it was still enjoyable. He had on a playlist which consisted of everything from New Edition and Boyz || Men to old school Drake as you guys talked about nothing. His hand also mysteriously found itself back on your thigh, this time rubbing patterns on it and gripping you just a little tighter when he hit a sharp left or right.

All good things did have to come to an end though as Erik approached your driveway. “It was fun Ma.” Erik said simply as he looked at you. You sighed and unbuckled your seatbelt trying not to show the disappointment on your face as you had to go home. This facade didn’t work though as Erik made a groaning noise and grabbed your chin. “Don’t look so sad baby girl, I’ll be back before you know it. I think I enjoy being around you, attitude and all.” He reassured you and he gave you one last lingering look before unlocking the door. You opened the passenger door and before you walked out you whispered “Thanks for pulling through, even though you are an annoying ass nigga.” He smiled an all teeth type of smile as you shuffled into your house and locked the door.

“Until next time princess.”

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PART 3

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-gently kicks thru the door- how did i only now find ur blog hot dang. hey if ur still doing requests or prompts.. consider... a thing where jack takes care of rhys. just like in whatever way u might want to take that. im thinking like rhys is sick and is 2 pitiful to take care of himself but u can totally... smut that up to ur own tastes should u so desire. yes the first time i interact w/ u its to ask for smut and no this is not out of character for me sdjgskhhffh im so srry

It’s a big internet out there and this blog is only 3 years old…. it happens heheheh xD And you caught me in an excellent mood SO:

This labeled as Assistance. Also on my ao3 here :) My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here.

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Rhys was frustrated.

Not just because he’d tripped over his own damn feet bringing Jack his morning coffee, nor from the resultant fracture to his left hand that the doctors told him to absolutely not use for the remaining two weeks as it healed nicely, and not even from the fact that his right hand needed recalibration after the embarrassing face-plant in front of the CEO’s desk.

No, he was frustrated because Jack– for all his teasing and braying laughter- was actually being nice about Rhys’ clumsy fall, had shunted off the majority of hand-intensive work to his secretary, and was being extra considerate and handsy with him in the office in ways that set Rhys’ heart beating faster.

In the very sense of the word, Rhys was getting desperate, and desperation lead to… creativity.

His cybernetic arm was a mechanical wonder of technology, yes, but even without the calibration it so sorely needed, it wasn’t quite the same– or welcoming- as his flesh hand.

He’d considered asking Jack to recalibrate it for him- more than a few times- but the idea of letting his boss into his subsystems and opening up his hardware was…. Well… Jack had a questionable attention span already, and coupled with his brilliant mind, Rhys was worried about what he could possibly put in there. Spyware. Weird voice commands. Or worse, with the connection to his echoeye, he might encounter all the very-specific searches Rhys had done about the man on the echonet.

Not worth it, in his opinion.

His right hand was… usable, yeah, but it wasn’t the same. He wasn’t what he’d call ambidextrous, and the lag in how his fingers worked– imperceptible to others but frustratingly off to him- made even the most enthusiastic jerking-session a lesson in persistence.

He was horny was the thing. Crazy horny. Unable-to-ignore and stressed-out-of-his-mind-and-required-release horny. Release was good, the relief itself a blessing, but he wasn’t satisfied. And the fact that his insanely-attractive boss almost seemed to be touching him more than normal in encouragement, watching him more keenly than usual in case he needed assistance, wasn’t helping matters.

Of course he could have just been being paranoid, and Jack himself was more observant than he was given credit for. But if Rhys didn’t figure out some way to get himself off that wasn’t shamefully sticking it in a sock and fucking between the mattress, then he was probably going to end up short-circuiting something.

And then he’d be out two hands and up one easily-encouraged boner and he could just kiss his professional reputation goodbye.

Not that he didn’t feel he was doing that already.

Jack had given him half days to rest– or more like half-weeks. Rhys spent some days working from the couch in his apartment– or his bed when feeling particularly lazy- and other days spent in the office with the CEO doing not much else than fetching coffee or looking pretty when Jack yelled at people.

He was doing that now, actually, listening to music and working remotely with his echotablet from bed to organize things for Jack’s meeting tomorrow.

Well speak of the devil. A notification popped up on his echoeye; the personal chat Jack had had him install mainly so he could write snarky comments to the younger man during meetings. Though it also proved very useful to quickly communicate since Rhys’ hands weren’t doing what he wanted them to these days.

→J4ckRule5: ive got some shit I need you to personally look through→J4ckRule5: stuff for 2morrow these idiots didnt send in the brief

Crap. What timing.

←Rhy5winz: Do you need me to come in?→J4ckRule5: nah ill drop it by your crappy little apartment after work→J4ckRule5: been meaning to see if that part of helios needs fumigating again :p←Rhy5winz: >>:|←Rhy5winz: Thanks for your kindness and consideration, sir.

There was a pause, and Rhys smirked to himself. Jack was probably laughing at his own jokes, but even more at Rhys’ overly polite response. They were hardly this courteous to one another anymore after working together so long, and his own way of handling his boss made him grin. Jack’s response met his expectations entirely; probably bored with nothing better to do than bug him.

→J4ckRule5: U mad? (:

Rhys smirked.

←Rhy5winz: I don’t know what you mean, sir.←Rhy5winz: Please take care when coming down here.←Rhy5winz: Don’t want any vermin biting our CEO.

Rhys was amused as he waited for Jack to get back to him, the CEO typing for ages it felt, when Rhys realized something.

Shit. He was getting hard over Jack’s playful messages. Really? Over a few innocent texts from his boss about work? Seriously? That’s what was getting him excited nowadays? Jesus he needed to take the edge off ASAP because this wasn’t just embarrassing, but downright insulting. Not to mention what it said about him to be getting all hot over Jack’s denigrating teasing.

Rhys stared at his tented boxer briefs with judgment as Jack’s response was overlaid right over the tip of his dick.

→J4ckRule5: dont get ur panties in a twist there pumpkin ;D

Rhys’ dick twitched at that.

Fuck.

Even as he was disappointed in his cock’s lack of taste in what was erotic, he was already palming himself through his underwear with his metallic hand. Maybe he could make this work.

→J4ckRule5: if u even own panties

Rhys’ brows shot up in interest and a spike of undue alarm at the thought that Jack knew what he was doing went through him– and made his cock harder.

→J4ckRule5: speaking of which:→J4ckRule5: do u own panties? (;

Rhys actually laughed, a husky sound as his cock liked this conversation very much so, and didn’t give much thought as to the appropriateness of the topic.

←Rhy5winz: You can’t bring up a topic and then say ‘speaking of which’, Jack.→J4ckRule5: i just did ;p→J4ckRule5: dont change the subject

Rhys’ chewed on his lips, his breathing deep and hips moving just a little of their own volition against his hand. He freed his cock from its confines and stroked himself, cursing the lag and responsiveness of his hand, but making do.

←Rhy5winz: Wouldn’t you like to know→J4ckRule5: i would ;D→J4ckRule5: answer the question kitten. im really bored here

Rhys allowed his mind to wander, to fantasize over any possible subtext. Bored. Right. The idea that Jack was bored and jerking off in his chair gave him a little thrill. That he was talking to Rhys of all people while possibly doing so made him very excited indeed.

←Rhy5winz: Sorry sir, that is classified information.←Rhy5winz: You don’t have access :p→J4ckRule5: brat→J4ckRule5: and how does one gain access? ;D

Okay, this was some next-level flirting for Jack; playing along and furthering the teasing. And that response was fast. He was either super bored and having a laugh at Rhys’ expense, or he was passing the time by playing a little five-on-one.

Good idea or not, Rhys wasn’t the one writing his responses to the older man so much as his cock was, and all the thoughts of Jack’s hands on him in the office– little innocent but overly familiar touches- was adding to the novelty of the experience.

←Rhy5winz: This is pretty privileged information←Rhy5winz: I don’t know. Maybe you should work harder→J4ckRule5: OH believe me cupcake im the hardest worker on this station

Rhys made a little noise at that, now certain Jack had his dick in hand and taking out his boredom at Rhys’ expense. Well, teasing the CEO back was probably safe at this point, right? He knew Jack appreciated some good word play, and though it was risky, he decided to let the older man know he knew what he was up to. It wasn’t like Jack didn’t make dirty jokes in the office constantly. Turnaround was fair play.

←Rhy5winz: I have no doubt you are ;)←Rhy5winz: Sucks having to take matters into your own hands

Jack was typing for several moments, Rhys’ heart beating and his cock pulsing as he awaited the response. It was shorter than all that typing lead him to expect, making him curious what the older man might’ve sent instead.

→J4ckRule5: ur killin me here cupcake

Rhys snickered at the response, waiting for more, but none came. Huh. Well, that was anticlimactic, though it was useful as he was harder than ever (or as hard as he’d been since the injury) and he quickly forgot about their conversation in lieu of inflating it for masturbation fantasies.

It was going pretty well, actually, and he’d have to thank Jack (in some roundabout way, of course… maybe a cheese and sausage basket to be funny) because he knew it wasn’t going to be a goddamn nightmare trying to get himself off this time. No lubed-up and ruined socks– which was a crime in itself- nor errant twitching of uncalibrated fingers to throw off his delicate movements on his poor neglected cock.

No, rubbing himself against his thighs was actually working pretty nicely, and the smooth metal of his fingers warmed with his body heat actually felt really good. Imagining Jack at his desk imagining Rhys was doing it for him, and rereading their conversation from earlier only added more substance to his fantasy.

So when Jack himself stuck his head around the corner of Rhys’ doorjamb, the younger man thought he was just getting really good at visualizing what he wanted– for approximately a quarter of a second.

Rhys made an impossible sound between a gulp and a squeak– impressive in Jack’s opinion- as he quickly pulled a pillow over himself, face crimson and speechless that Jack was in his apartment, let alone his bedroom.

“Heeeeey cupcake… Whatcha doin’?”

The dirty leer on Jack’s face told Rhys the older man knew exactly what he’d been doing. There was no way out of this, and Jack looked about as pleased as anyone finding someone else jerking their dick possibly could.

“H-How– How did you get in here? Why are you in here?!”

“Was gonna deliver that stuff to you but forgot it halfway after those dirty texts you sent me, kitten. Not to mention, the door locks on this level are ridiculously easy to hack.”

Jack’s grin was predatory, shark-like, and it did funny things to Rhys’ stomach, and furthermore, his cock beneath the pillow.

“This how you’ve been using these work-at-home days? It’s not like I’d stop you if you wanted to do this at the office, kiddo.”

Rhys whined, embarrassed, frustrated, tired, and goddamn horny and just wanting a little relief. His damn cock was still hard beneath the pillow.

It had flagged a little, yeah, but with the object of his fantasy right goddamn there and the way Jack was leering at him, well… Rhys’ cock was a dirty goddamn traitor and he wasn’t getting out of this situation gracefully.

“Cat got your tongue, kitten?”

Jack’s eyes were darting between his face and the pillow, interest and amusement there both but not yet moving closer, and Rhys was so close yet not, and so goddamn fucking frustrated he didn’t even care at this point and rambled quickly to the older man. “…I’ve had a rough week and shit timing and no sleep and I hate this damn cast and being useless and I can’t sleep-” he repeated, “-and nothing is working how it should and I can’t even do my job right and I feel useless here.”

“That it?” Jack asked smugly, still looking expectantly at the pillow.

Rhys knew he was not going to drop the topic, so he internally said fuck it and just blurted out: “…and I’m just really pent up and this isn’t fucking working and if I don’t get off I’m going to strangle someone… with someone else’s hands,” he growled.

A pleased shiver went up Jack’s back as a smirk took his face, and he moved closer as if his personal assistant’s dick wasn’t out and leaking beneath a Hyperion-branded pillow. “Babe, kitten, is that all? If you were horny you could’ve just said so. I’d have been down here ten minutes ago.”

Jack sat down next to him, a hand starting at his thigh and disappearing under the pillow. He heard the way Rhys’ breath hitched, the younger man’s face becoming less red with embarrassment and more pink with arousal, and his whole body very aware of the path Jack’s hand was taking. When it made contact with his shaft, Rhys made a mumbled sort of whimper in his throat, eyes shutting tightly as Jack’s big hand wrapped around his cock and gave him a gentle squeeze. Rhys whined pathetically, and Jack cozied up into his space to whisper smugly into the younger man’s ear.

“Baby,” Jack said, breath hot on Rhys’ skin as he allowed his face to touch Rhys’ own just barely. “I’m always up to get you what you need. Even if all you need is to get off.” He gave him a stroke and Rhys’ hand shot out to grab Jack at the man’s shoulder, bending a little at the waist towards Jack as it felt so damn good and was just what he needed and god he wanted Jack to stroke him.

Jack pressed his lips to Rhys’ neck where the younger man’s flesh was exposed to him, grinning and feeling his own cock rallying in his jeans as he played with Rhys.

The pillow was flung away, and Jack wrapped one arm around Rhys’ waist, the other giving him long, tight strokes that passed over his cockhead every few. It was rougher than Rhys was used to– but he was so on edge and it was so goddamn satisfying and it was Jack doing it to him- and he came relatively quickly with pleased little cries over the older man’s hand.

Jack wiped his hand on Rhys’ sheets before hooking a hand behind his neck and kissing the younger man senseless. It totally blew Rhys’ mind.

Sex was one thing, kissing was another, and Rhys was thrown through so many loops and twists and turns of defied expectations that he threw caution to the wind and wrapped his arms around his boss, the Handsome Jack, and kissed him back for all he was worth.

Jack’s heavy breathing and the way the older man’s kisses turned to nipping bites was already rallying Rhys’ cock for a second time, but he pulled away when Jack broke it, a filthy look of desire on his face that Rhys’ attention was only stolen from by the older man’s tented pants.

“Jack, I-I want to– to– fuck,” he cursed, wanting more than anything to return the favor and get his hands on his boss’s dick like something out of one of his fantasies. Neither of his hands were up to the job and the last thing he wanted to do was have the CEO think he was shit at handjobs, but the way Jack was tenting his own jeans was nothing to tease about. He’d done that to the CEO, and dammit, he really wanted to do something memorable to it.

“Maybe next time, sweet pea,” Jack laughed at Rhys’ words, a big hand on Rhys’ thigh as he bit at the younger man’s neck. “When you’re all healed up and I don’t have a meeting with distribution in an hour. Maybe in my big yellow chair, mm?”

Rhys’ eyes widened as he looked at the older man. Next time? Wait… he wanted to fuck him?

Jesus Antwerp Christ, Rhys must’ve actually fell on his head and not his hand, and he was having a coma-wet-dream right now, because that was right up there in his impossible bucket-list of imaginary jerk-off material.

“In the meantime baby, you don’t need your hands to give a blowjob, right?”

Rhys swallowed and his mouth watered, and at this point he didn’t give a shit about Jack’s smug look that said he knew he was going to get what he wanted, or that insufferable grin that knew how much Rhys wanted to give it to him.

No, the younger man slid off his unmade bed, cock still out at half-mast, to eagerly get between Jack’s knees while the older man chuckled with arousal and undid his belt and fly to remove his cock from his jeans.

It wasn’t the best blowjob he’d ever given, or even in the top five, but the way Jack moaned his name, carded fingers through his messy hair, and talked dirty to him as Rhys sucked him off definitely ranked it among the most memorable of experiences to boot. The strangled curses that left the older man’s lips as he’d come down Rhys’ throat was the best of all, and knowing he was one of the few privileged enough to know the sound of Handsome Jack being thoroughly wrecked was enough to get him through this hellish period until he got full use of his hands back.

“Jesus kiddo, if that’s what you can do without your hands, I can’t wait until you’re all fixed.” He swiped a thumb under Rhys’ swollen lower lip, teasing it over his mouth before applying the barest of pressure. Rhys sucked the digit into his mouth with a pleased hum, and Jack just chuckled, pleased. “Damn buttercup, you were pent up, huh baby?”

Rhys just nodded in agree– would agree to just about anything Jack said right now- and hopped back up on the bed when Jack patted it.

The older man kissed him into the mattress, hand already back on his cock which surprised Rhys enough to make a noise about it, and Jack just laughed until he’d jerked him to full hardness and through another orgasm.

Rhys’ sheets were a ruined mess, and he was more or less feeling the same. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as Jack tucked his own spent cock back into his pants, redid zip and belt, and told Rhys his work for the day was excellent. It made them both laugh, and Jack moved to leave until he gave one last look at the younger man laying there, the very picture of contentment.

“Forget something?” Rhys asked, voice teasing but dripping with satisfaction.

“Yeah, I did.”

Jack came and bent at the waist to kiss him again, moving to his neck where he sucked and bit at the younger man. It felt good until Rhys yelped, and Jack rose with a laugh, moving Rhys’ hand that had moved to the spot where he’d bit him. There was a pretty decent hickey there. Rhys bruised up nicely.

“What the hell, Jack?”

“Just making sure you don’t forget about me, cupcake.”

Rhys gave him a frown. “We work together.”

“So, so well, sugar pie.” The glare Rhys sent his way had zero effect on the older man. “Okay pumpkin, see you tomorrow, bright and early. Same old same old. Or maybe not so much.”

Rhys snorted. His neck smarted, but he was already excited about work tomorrow, clear this little liaison was going to be continued, and pleased as fucking punch about it. “Lock up after yourself, will you? Don’t want any vermin getting in. There was a big rat in here that just bit the shit out of me.”

“You little brat,” Jack laughed, himself feeling ready for the dullery that was distribution, his own edge without his pretty PA well taken off. “But guess I don’t want anyone else taking a bite of my cheese.” Rhys snorted. “See ya babe.”

Rhys laid in bed for a while after, replaying everything in his head all giddy as hell. Dream come true? Yes please and thank you for seconds if you don’t mind.

He got up later with interest as his doorbell rang, wondering if it was Jack and if the older man had remembered his manners.

A special delivery from one of Helios’ most expensive boutiques was instead waiting for him to sign, the Hyperion-yellow lace of expensive panties inside with a note that said ‘Mystery solved -J.’

Rhys told himself he was going to spite the older man by not wearing them to work tomorrow, but Jack’s pleased laugh of surprise when his face was in Rhys’ lacey-crotch the next day was worth it.

With Jack’s special deliveries and their new work ethic, Rhys found that fracturing his hand wasn’t so bad in retrospect, and for every stormcloud, there was a Hyperion-yellow laced-lining to look forward to.

kofi | ao3

[briteboy]

stealing @bratsims format because i need a less ugly way to mass answer your messages which will hopefully motivate me to stay on top of this! at least i can say i tried

so if you sent me an anon message in the past...idk MONTH (i’m bad i know) it might be here. (older ones are near the bottom) if not, check my faq because it’s probably answered there. (and if you’re the person/people who sent the twin flame & 7th house asks, i plan to answer those separately because i have a LOT to say. get ready)

game of thrones, nuclear war, real life santis, lou theories, i’m evil, HERE WE GO!! i literally had to cut it off at the last one because it was just too much for now. i’ll try to answer some more later ok

we’re starting off on a great note

Anonymous said: gaddamn rooney's tiddies lookin' hella ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

STOP!!!!!!!!!!! THAT’S MY CHILD soaidfnjds she’s supposed to have like b/c cups (goals for me tbh, the big boob life is not fun) and sims 4 pregnancies just fuckin make them...NYOOM i’m mad you can’t edit sims’ bodies during pregnancy even with cas.fulleditmode on -___- so i let her live with her giant preggo tiddies for now

Ngl I want a kiss between Santi and Gianni (I'm sorry I'm literally trash)

then i’m here to satisfy your desires: they do kiss periodically because gianni is one of those people who’s like “why shouldn’t you kiss your friends?” free love 4 everyone

IM SCREAING AT UR YOUTUBE CHANNEL OK!!!! I LOVEEE IT, WOW

DON’T IT’S UGLY EXCEPT FOR LIKE TWO VIDEOS

hey this is kinda random but i thought joe seaward from glass animals looked kinda like santi? he has quite a weird face too lmao

oMG i actually love that, i know what you mean. that dude reminds me of a bull terrier lmao i actually saw glass animals like two weeks ago!! i didn’t really get a good look at the drummer but now i wish i did. missed connection

i just finished reading santi's story and ugh it almost had me in tears! beautiful, your story telling skills and editing skills are perfection!

ahhhhsdkgkds thank you so much ;____; that means the world to me <333

Unpopular opinion: im so done with game of thrones tbh. It's not even good anymore :/ I liked the first season but since then i've skipped through episodes because they are just sooo fucking boring and dragged out!

see like the first three seasons were pretty good because they stayed true to the books. (actually that’s a lie, littlefinger’s chaos speech in the s3 finale was real fuckin bad because guess what: it was original material LMAO) the fourth season was where it started to get messy and then the fifth season was a fucking shitshow because they completely IGNORED the fourth book and cherrypicked all the “good” parts out of it (read: the most action-y parts, while ignoring all the most important pieces of character development) and they botched the dorne storyline, oh and who could forget the iconic moment of throwing in a rape (THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN IN THE BOOKS) just for fun :) love it! but anyway if you think the show is boring i probably wouldn’t recommend the books, they’re even slower getting through them lmao. but it’s worth it in my opinion. there’s so much they don’t include in the show and it makes me Angery

Okay, game of thrones fan here, I haven't read the books (yet at least, I bought book 1) but I feel like dany is going to practically turn into her father, this season she is already showing traits like his.......

OH YEAH i definitely feel like they’re moving in that direction in the process of revealing jon as the “true” king of westeros and it’s so bad lmfao. the thing is, like...cersei is already mad king 2.0? why do we need another one?????? the entire point of dany’s arc is that she’s constantly trying to deviate AWAY from the way her father ruled, demonstrated by the fact that she freed the slaves (whereas all the targaryens before were slave owners), the fact that she’s not perpetuating the whole incest thing (LMAO GUESS AGAIN BECAUSE JONERYS HAS TO HAPPEN FOR SOME FCKING REASON), the fact that she has dragons which haven’t existed in how many years...like, if she ever ends up being like her father in the books, it’s NOT gonna fucking happen like this. but i don’t think she will anyway, george rr martin has been pretty clear about her trajectory thus far. anyway this show is so ugly, next question

rooney's eye are so BIG

just like her tiddies lmao i kno sometimes i forget how big they are and then she does one of those silly endearing animations and i’m like o ;-; hello big dumb baby cow eyes

Cows? Are you secretly Matthew Daddario?

WHO i had to google him lmao i was about to say “oh the teen wolf guy” but jk @ myself u idiot it’s shadowhunters damn i literally googled “matthew daddario cows” and

tru

I love how fragile Lou looks like but the truth is that she is strong af and you can't play with her bruh

SHE IS ;-; and that’s a huge theme in her story, i’m excited <3

ima leave ur blog and come bk and spam you so you will finally notice me

im part of this online forum of girls that talks about our period and weather or not one of us might be pregnant and once this girl posted saying that her husband invited his mom without telling her to thier honeymoon and she didnt find out until they arrived at the hotel and she was already there. the most recent part reminded me of it. but long story short, her dad moved all her stuff out of his house and her friend came to pick her up and they got a divorce.

OISOJDFAKNLJSD WHAT!!! i’m guessing you sent this because of that thing i said about the reddit post lmfaooo imagine your mom on your honeymoon. why. that’s soooooooooo good 4 her u know. u don’t need to be married to his mom as well

thanks 4 trusting my love santi. he's beautiful

thank u he thinks ur beautiful too 💘

do you have any tips for runing game in good quality and fast?

euhhhhh the only tips i have for you are to merge your cc, close all other programs while you play your game, maybe invest in a cooling pad uhhhhhh yeah idk any other tips you can probably find on google

You told that thing about unfollowing people and I thought you unfollowed me, but then I checked and you didn't and I'm crying omg

lmao omg ;-; i literally cut my following list in half, it was so chaotic and it was making me anxious. so if ever unfollow any of you please don’t take it personally (i know it’s a stupid thing to say, and it’s a lot easier said than done) it’s just my brain explodes when there’s too much going on at once and some content blends into others, i’m trying to only follow people who i’m genuinely interested in enough to keep up with their posts from now on

I haven't been able to sleep in over 72 hours thanks to the constant fear over the looming world war. I'm fine. Completely fine

Oh shit, have you noticed that the media has been putting out more 'what to do during a nuclear attack' kinda articles? This world is slowly going to shit, for real. I'm not even near any of the danger really, but it still absolutely terrifies me to see all of that bc it could very well go wrong and hit my place as well yknow? I have no idea why i send this to you but you seem chill and calm so thanks for reading my freakout askfjsls

YEP it’s pretty terrifying. but at the same time don’t let fear overwhelm you, fearmongering is an ugly, ugly thing and you don’t want to live your life constantly worrying. so just prepare yourself for what might come, but at the same time, just spend as much time with your loved ones as you can, do all the things you’ve ever wanted to do, and then if it doesn’t turn out as bad as we thought it would, you *tim mcgraw voice* lived like u were dyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyin’

@ Jesus anon: I really don't think it's the right time to complain about "using the lord name in vain" when there are people terrified of leaving their homes bc they are afraid to get killed (aka that poor, poor Jewish anon in charlottesville)

yeah idk like i want to respect everyone but it seemed to be in poor taste to bring that up at a time like that lmao. and also i’ve literally never in my entire life met someone who actually takes “don’t say the lord’s name in vain” seriously. 

I asked about the poses and HOLY CRAP THANK YOU SO MUCH! I finally have good poses to use for story telling. Thank you soo so so so sooooo much!

YAY i’m glad you found some good stuff <3 and honestly just going through lana’s blog you’ll find a ton of good poses, it’s a gold mine

Idk how much tv you watch, but have you've ever come across a tv show that used music from The Sim? Because once in a while I'll hear Sims 3 build/buy music on some random show and I'll get a lil shook because I find it so weird that the generic music they're using comes from a major game title.

OMG LMAO NO what i wish i’d come across that tho. one time i used sims 1 music in a video i made for school and someone recognized it

I love your stories gosh I check your page "it's everyday bro with femmesim flow" Lol sorry for that awkward Jake Paul "poop" ❤️

lmao thank u i had no idea who jake paul was until my friends started talking about him

yo, I also remember once in french class real life santi asked me what videos games I like to play. When I told him the sims, he looked at me for a while and shaked his head. He was like, "why do you want to watch your sims use the toilet?"

WHY DO YOU WANT TO WATCH YOUR SIMS USE THE TOILET SAME that’s all i care about when i play

that rooney face in the 5 facts is so iconic, its my fave picture of her. You should blow it up and frame it

i should tbh. i should print it out and put it in my wallet to show everyone because she is my child

sorry the bother you, merging cc makes your game smoother? can you explain to me please?

boop

hi i love you ♡ pass it on

I LOVE U

Can I say that hearing a MacBooks fans screaming for dear life as they try to cool down when playing the sims has actually started to haunt my nightmares

SAME my macbook is actually doing it right now for no reason. thanks laptop

Maybe Santi should go to therapy to talk out his issues.

maybe he should 🤔  but tbh he’s already talked out everything, there’s nothing really more to talk out. he just has to cope with it. he’s treated lou like his therapist thus far and that’s not okay

i love ur story and omg i totally get where lou is coming from with being tired of being compared to molly by santi, thatd hurt so much esp with how much she cares about him

thank youuu ;-; i’m glad you understand, this was a part i’d wanted to get out for a loooong time now, and i know you guys were always like “um why does she put up with this” lmao. she just loves him, that’s why. but you’re right, it does hurt.

My theory is very similar to the other anons in that Fiona's dad/Lou's ex had a mental illness (schizophrenia, depression, what have you) but he actually did kill himself and that's why she's not completely losing it on Santi because I feel like most people in that situation would have not handled it as well as Lou did

🤔 you’re right about the last part, and there’s a reason she has so much patience, das all i’m sayin

i started your story from the beginning last night and i am in awe. Its amazing. It inspired me to put a little more effort in learning to edit and write. It was like reading screen caps from a movie! I didn't want to stop reading. Anyway thing was a super sappy ask, but i appreciate your stuff. And i'm bad at putting my thoughts into words.

omg ;__________; when people tell me i inspired them it means the most to me, my brain just can’t process it lmao. so thank you so so much ;-; <333 THE MOVIE THING ESPECIALLY GOT ME IN THE HEART because i feel like that’s my aesthetic with most things i create because i’m such a film person lol. don’t worry i love super sappy, and you did a good job of wording everything because it got me right in the feels <33

Okay I've been snickering for about 43 minutes bc SANTI GOT THAT GRU CHINNN

WOT is that i googled it and the only thing that came up was the dad from despicable me lmfaosdkjfs but ok

Please, please do punk edits of your some of your characters! I'd die.

WHAT DOES THIS MEANNN do you mean like. those 2010 tumblr edits of punk disney characters and then the joker from suicide squad looked like one of them. do u want santi to be the joker. because my boyfriend already relates him to suicide squad joker because of his face tatt lmao

You love to make me cry

i do i’m sorry. if it makes you feel any better i love to make myself cry too. but my biceps grow stronger with every tear

I reeeally dont think those chancla comments were offensive??? Why would they be?? I'm hispanic (born and raised in the sunny Dominican Republic, received a fair amount of chancletazos myself) and I laughed out loud when i read them 😂😂

I JUST WANT U TO KNOW I SHOWED @ichosim THIS MESSAGE AND SHE LAUGHED FOR 12 HOURS AT “CHANCLETAZOS”

whATT my little brothers name is santiago n we call him santi for short!! guess it's not rly that uncommon but we live in a small country and he's also 4 so like,, no other santiagos!! idk why im saying this its completely irrelevant just kinda surprised me :'))

OMG wow hell yeah another real life santi...santi acts like a 4 yr old so he might as well be your brother

Just curious.. Do you play sims or just use it for storytelling? Sorry if thats weird haha

well my recent gameplay pics should answer your question lmao. i do like to play but i don’t have enough time to both play and pose scenes so i mostly just pose scenes for now. :[ i am gonna be off work for like two weeks tho so hell yeah gameplay here i come!!

I'm starting a Fiona appreciation movement because she is the real star of santis story RT and i love her and she is way underappreciated and I love her KThxBi

SHE IS THE REAL STAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i’ve said this before but santi’s relationship with her is the most important to me, out of every relationship he has in this story. i’m so glad you love her so much, sorry about what’s about to come in the next few scenes tho

Oh my heart, Santi is alive, god exist

I have a pretty hard time understanding Santi's story mostly because I'm not English but I'm sure I'll figure it out:)

ahh oh no D: i’m sorry i wish i spoke every language in the world lmao. if you want, you can message me off anon and i’ll help you understand it!!

Lou is an angel honestly

“there are worse things than seeing an angel before you die”

what tablet do you use? or how do you draw hair? it looks so pretty.

omg haha i don’t have one! i wish i did tho. all of the brushes i got from deviantart, i’m trying to find the specific ones but they’re all elusive wtf. i’ll post them when i find them! for now, here’s a good guide to drawing hair, by airi <3

Nah nah I always knew you'd save him.....eheheeh.....THANK YOU FOR NOT KILLING BABBY SANTEEEEEEEEE DNDDNSKANW YOU WOULD HAVE HAD SO MUCH BLOOD ON UR HANDS AS ALL UR FOLLOWERS COLLECTIVELY DIE FROM A BROKEN HEART BUT DW WE DIDNT BECAUSE UR QN ANGEL....but I toooootally knew you'd save him... /sweats/

I’M GLAD U HAD FAITH <3 i know omfg i would’ve expected a mob at my house if i’d actually killed him. if i ever killed him i would just lay down somewhere and die. that’s it for me

Lou & molly almost always have teeth showing, do you draw them on each pic?x

no, only sometimes i’ve drawn them when i felt like their mouths weren’t matching the expression i wanted. but most of the time it’s just the pose.

is it too late to send 16k dollars to guarantee santi's inclusion in a loving home with loving friends

it is absolutely never too late to send me 16k i promise you that

I just bought school books for $550 who knew studying marine biology could be so fuckING EXPENSIVE

EWW WTF...i’ve been lucky and haven’t had to spend a ton on books in my college career (one time i even went to such lengths that i got access to free trial version of one of my school books in a pdf, screencapped EVERY SINGLE PAGE, which was more than 400 pages, just so i wouldn’t have to spend $70 on it. i love cheating the system)

waIT i never saw ur selfie where is it, must see

u could probably just search “selfie” on my blog and find it, or enjoy the ugly closeup drunk snap i posted last night

Hey guys I'm a happy trans man that has no mental illnesses. I'm fucking pissed about Trump's ban. And to any one that says it's logical FUCK YOU! I'm having flashbacks to don't ask, don't tell because this is the same fucking wacked up logic. I'm so angry, like I'm a human, yes I may require testosterone shots once a month but that's it, I even administer them to myself. I pay for them with my own god damn money so fuck you transphobic bigots who say this law is fair. It's not. WE ARE HUMAN TOO Also same anon that ranted. Sorry about that I'm just really pissed and I love and thank you for sticking up for the community. We love you and I love you. And you're right not all trans people transition. We all do what we want to. Some start on T or E and have the full surgery. Some just have top surgery. Some just do testosterone or estrogen. Some never do anything. We're all still trans and we're all valid.

YES ALL OF THIS, sorry i didn’t answer this when it was all happening. but askdkjfas thank you for this message, I LOVE YOU TOO, SO MUCH <333 and i’m glad you feel comfortable enough to voice this in my inbox. yes every trans person is valid no matter what they decide to do with their bodies <3

One of those old hot topic shirts that said " if Darryl dies we riot " but with santi instead of Darryl.

OMG LMAOOOOO NOW THAT’S A CONCEPT who’s making these i want one

your use of references and reaction pics and gifs fucken KILLS ME

Crystal anon here. I googled around my area to find there are none of those y'know, crystal, candle, incense, magic type shops. I have panic attacks when I go outside and I wanted to look into alternative stuff since I'm on meds and w/e. I wanted to know if you or friends had any experience or recommendations for buying crystals online like on etsy or amazon. How can you tell if they're real?x

ooooh ok. usually there are shops like those in cities or even in towns with like kitschy little promenades with independent shops. (i know there’s one around the town over from mine, which is so random lmao) i do have friends that have crystals but i think they mostly just collect them for the ~good vibez~ and don’t really look too far into the healing aspects of them. i would say first go with the one that coincides with your birth because those are the ones that are like specifically catered to you and strengthen your being. as for buying online, hmmmmm i mean i don’t really know any specific trustworthy sellers because i don’t have much experience with this, but definitely read the reviews! those will help you a lot <3

Hello could you please tell us how you edited the pic of rooney in that one post that the anon asked for the unedited version?

i honestly didn’t do much of anything that differs from my usual editing process! i made her eyes a bit bigger by using the clone tool, cloning the top of her eye and applying it a little bit farther up...if that makes sense. it’s hard to explain how to use that tool lmao. and i think i used the liquify tool to bring part of her eyebrow down to look more worried.

there's still a part of me that says she ain't dead and molly is just in a coma lmao end mE

OMFLDKGKJS yeah she’s not dead surprise. i WILL say there is still flashback stuff that will be revealed. well not “revealed” like molly’s death was revealed, like i just still have to showcase some things that happened afterward. because it doesn’t just end with molly’s death, there’s stuff after that as well :~}

I'm Mexican, have lived around Mexicans, have been to Mexico multiple times growing up, just came back from a family trip at practically the border between Mexico and Guatemala and never in my life have I ever heard the word "joder" i had to look it up xD (not hating or anything I just thought I'd mention it cuz I found it funny...lol) k bye...

OK NOT SURE IF the ppl you’ve been around just don’t curse or whatever but...joder is DEFINITELY something i’ve heard mexican people say before lmao

Okay so this is random, but i was telling my sister the name of one your characters in ur story (santi) and she kinda just starts singing his name, and she said "santi high, santi low, santi go." And im just sitting there, like woah.

LMFAO WHATKNJDSKJGD “woah” same

u gonna incorporate fis hat into a really like emotional sad thing in her story huh

oMG i wasn’t planning on it but hmm 🤔

Why no el chingo? NO ME GUSTA (I'm joking btw ily)

LMFAOOOO because i didn’t wanna have to defile my son by downloading the penis mod RIP

let santi grow out dem eyebrows 2kforever

omg he does let them grow out except for the little line he shaved in when he was 14 that never grew back RIP

in ur bio it says "kt" and i know why,, it means killing them as in killing off ur characters slowly i see u gurl

i bet this story was just an excuse for you to see the world burn. well done.

OMG i mean, that was definitely one of the side effects of it all. but really it was just that i NEEDED to get this story out after it had lived in my brain for so long.

ur dead 2 me

I... just.... can't... too much pain Y U DO DIS 2 UZ?!?!!!

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november 10th, 2018. ~7am. the daylight finally broke. it had been way, WAY too long since that had happened last. at least, it felt like it. "why does the night just crawl by?" i thought to myself. psh, as if i didnt know the answer. what had i been doing? playing video games? watching videos? wasting my time? this is all ive been doing for a month now, i thought to myself. a full month. four entire weeks. when will i stop doing this to myself? there was some sort of emotion just on the tip of my tongue, but i couldnt place it or name it, so i just shook it off. ​ ​ its 8 am, i think ill go to bed now. who needs class when you can destroy your life on your own accord? you cant even blame any of this on yourself. you dont know if class is getting too hard, you dont know if the teachers are getting too strict or mean. you havent been there for a month now. why are you trying to shift the blame onto some other force? i knew why, of course. i was trying to shift the blame because i didnt want to be held accountable. this isnt MY fault! its mental illness! its anxiety! its depression! those, of course, are just codewords for lazy and stupid. it feels like there some sort of outside force acting upon me to make me feel this way, but i know its just me and my shitty, awful decisions. ive always been like this, i thought. i got by just fine enough in high school, why cant i manage now? its not really even harder! im just lazy. and stupid. i couldnt get into a quote unquote "good school", and even now that im here not having to pay a dime from scholarships im still doing NOTHING. i am scum, absolute garbage. an absolute waste of a human being. i want to write more music. i want to make some sort of money from my music. the only person to buy my ep was my fucking dad, who i didnt even intend to see it. i mention not going to class in one of the songs i wrote a while ago, what if he hears and gets pissed at me? i woudlnt blame him. he wouldnt get pissed, he isnt like that, i thought. neither is my mom. they woudl be understanding to a certain point but disappointed regardless. thats all i am, i convinced myself. i convinve myself of this constantly, but something about me not doing anything about it makes me think that i havent actually internalized that fact. and it is actually a fact. lmao. ​ im watching theo katzman play music right now. on audiotree. i wish i could write music like this. i just play my acoustic guitar all sad and wail over it with my shitty sad lyrics. give me a break, youre fucking awful. dont feel so sad about yourself, you arent allowed to be sad for yourself. you havent been befallen by any sort of curse or negative life experience to warrant you being such a god damn dumbass. what are you even gonna do with all this weird writing bullshit? i thought. i kept on thinking. i cant stop thinking. this shit runs through my brain constantly. what is this for? why dont i do anything about it if i cant stop thinking about it? theres no reason for you to think youre entitled to an easy life.

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The Kid Machine (Part 1)

So this is my first attempt at a VLD fanfic and using Tumblr so if you have any tips or anything hit me up. I will be posting more parts later.

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“Ha take that!” Before anyone could blink the last shot i took ended up causing the entire battleship to explode before the ion canon was able to take a shot at the castle.

“Yeah good job Lance! That was a great shot!” Shiro said as i was doing my victory dance.

“Of course that awesome of shot could only come from someone equally as awesome.” i gloated because for once i was actually happy with what i managed to do.

“Wait then how did you make that shot?” Keith said instantly making me stop my dance whilst thoughts i tried to keep away started to come back full force.

“Shut it mullet youre just jealous you couldnt pull off that shot.” I instantly shot back at him. Before he had a chance to reply Shiro told us to stop arguing and get back to the castle which was now landed on the planet below us called Kuros. Keith didnt bother saying something again but i did manage to hear him growl lowly.

As we stepped out of our lions the aliens who inhabit Kuros, kurens as they are called, started swarming us and started dragging us to the castle where the king and queen would be holding a party for us. This one little alien seemed to be only a child about 3 followed me around for a little bit before he attatched himself to my leg and went with me where ever i went. The kid seemed like he was getting bored so i pulled him up until he was on my shoulders then started dancing around to the music that was playing. Eventually a song came on the required a partner so i forced the closest person to me, who happened to be Keith, to dance with us. “Lance what are you doing!? I cant even dance!” Keith yelled as i pulled him with us while i started spinning us around to the beat. “Relax, Keith and follow my lead.” The dance that went with this song was very fast beat and kind of hard to follow at first but watching the other partners i managed to get into the rhythm of the dance since it was quite repetitive. Keith was against it at first and kept trying to pull away but i think the fact that the Kuren child was enjoying himself and laughing quite loud convinced keith to just go along with what was happening. The party was going on for quite a while and i was getting bored so i grabbed onto Keiths arm while setting down the tired Kuren child and started pulling keith up the stairs to go exploring. “What are you doing?” He asked as we turned a corner. “I am taking you exploring!” “Well why are you taking me exactly?” He questioned while slightly trying to pull his arm out of my grasp but i just tighted my hold while still dragging him with me. “Well because you were the closest person to me duh.” I said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world but honestly i think it was the most obvious because thats how i roll. I heard him sigh but he let me pull him to where ever. im pretty sure he doesnt know his way around and if i know Keith he will just blame me if we get caught so itd be better for him to be with me for that to make sense. I found double doors at the end of the hall that just seemed to scream my name, ok not really i just liked how they were really pretty. why does a flipping door need to sparkle, like dude thats awesome! I pushed the doors open and walked in all excited and noticed the room was dark except for the light coming from huge windows on both sides of the room but there was only a tube looking machine in the center of the room. Confused i walked into the machine with keith still right behind me when i reached out to press a button but Keiths voice stopped me. “Maybe you shouldnt press that we dont know what itll do.” “Nah its okay its not like theyd have anything harmful where someone could just walk in and find it.” Before Keith could react i quickly pushed the button which caused the tube doors to close. We both started to bang on the glass but no one was around us and our helmet comms werent working in here so i turned back to the only button thats available to press. “Maybe theyll open if i pressed the button again?” “Nooo-” i cut Keith off mid sentance by hitting the button causing a red light to flash for a second. I quickly jumped back and grabbed Keith kinda scared on what was going to happen when the light stopped blinking and the door opened. We both basically threw ourselves out of the tube as quick as we could. The room was almost pitch black since the sun went down and no lights were on in the room when we suddenly heard Shiro talk. “Guys! Lance! Keith! Can you hear me where are you we are in front of the ship the parties over.” “Heyyy Shiro were here we can hear you we are on our way now.” I said really quick so he would stop yelling. “Yep we can hear you be there in a little bit.” Keith also replied at rhe same time. We both quickly let each other go then started walking out of the pitch black room when Keith spoke up again. “Lance stop screwing around let go of my leg.” “How the butts can i be touching you when im in front of you?” I asked really confused “Wait so that... Isnt you?” “Nope whatever that is isnt me.” I assured him. After those words were out of my mouth he quickly kicked whatever had a hold of his leg off of him then was about to take off running when i heard what sounded like crying from the direction the thing landed. Keith turned on the light in our suits while i moved toward the crying thing when the light reached the object i realized it was a human child who had short black hair and blue eyes lile my own he looked to be about 3 years old at least. “Keith you kicked a child a child do you hear me!” I exclaimed while picking up the child cuddling it to my chest softly repeating that its okay and he didnt mean it “Where the hell did it come from?” “Language Keith hes a child no cussing in from of him!” I took my eyes off Keith and turned my attention to the young boy in my arms. “Hello there. Can you tell me your name?” He looked at me confused then shrugged so i took a different approach. “Okay how about where are your parents little one?” At that his expression brightened and pointed to both keith and i. “Well obviously you and dad, papa!” After hearing that i froze and i could feel Keith tense up behind me. “I mean i can see it Keith he has your hair color and my eyes.” i said while turning so Keith could see the boy in my arms easier. “There is no way in hel-” I quickly interrupted him “no swearing in front of our child alright thats a bad word.” “Papa, dad said a bad word, is he mad at me? “The little boy was tearing up while looking up at me and i could feel my heart just breaking “No little one dads not mad at you are you keith?” I looked at him pointedly as if saying to go along with it. “Of course im not mad at you but i am sorry i kicked you i didnt realize that was you.” Keith said but im pretty sure hes warming up to our little angel already. Even though it is really weird knowing.i have a kid now and with Keith no less i dont mind because i already love our child even if the other parent is Keith. “Its alright dad im not mad at you as long as you arent mad at me!” The kid said smiling brightly. Keith pov After the kid who is apparently mine and ugh lances kid finished telling me hes not mad at me he smiled in a way that reminded me of Lance very big and very bright. “Papa i wanna go see dad can i please?” The kid started making what do you call them? Grabby hands at me wanting me to carry him. Lance just smiled at him and in that smile you could see that this kid was already the center of Lances world. “Of course little one off you go.” He started handing me the kid when we heard Shrio speak up so Lance froze with the child halfway to me. “Guys what is taking so long are you almost on your way?” “Uh yeah we ar- wait ok its ok i got you.” I tried answering but lance just thrusted the kid into my arms whilst i was mid sentance. "What who are you talking to?" “No dont touch that come on lets follow.... Yeah hes right there. I told the kid as Lance started walking away with my following before i remembered Shiro could here me and was probably even more confused then before “dont worry shiro we are on our way go on into the ship be there in a couple of minutes.” “Alright i guess if you say so…” was the only reply i got. You could hear the confusion in his voice before i turned the comms off and started chasing Lance to catch up to him when the kid spoke up “Papa wait up youre going to fall.” that was all it took for Lance to stop so we could catch up. “Sorry bought that bud i promise ill stay closer this time alright?” The kid seemed happy with that answer so he cuddled up to me making me smile. As we were about to enter the castle the kid muttered about where we were and how pretty the castle is.

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Feminine Celebrities You Didn’t Understand Had been Tall

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Feminine Celebrities You Didn’t Understand Had been Tall

With regards to actresses and feminine celebrities, it’s straightforward to imagine their peak… particularly simply primarily based on what reveals and movies you’ve seen them in. When watching our favourite stars carry out in televisions sequence and flicks, it’s onerous to inform precisely how tall they’re, since there’s one thing about being on display that basically makes them appear smaller. However should you ever met these girls in individual, you’d most likely be completely shocked to seek out out their actual peak. Take a look at this record of feminine celebrities you may not have identified are literally actually tall.

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No, Jane Lynch’s peak as Coach Sue Sylvester in Glee wasn’t simply because she was highly effective and even just a little scary at McKinley Excessive; she’s really very tall in actual life. And in line with the actress herself, it’s one thing most individuals don’t notice about her till they’ve had the prospect to satisfy her in individual. “I don’t have actual lengthy arms or legs. It’s not till I get up that folks go, ‘Oh, my God. You’re tall!’” Jane instructed Extra in an interview. “I assume I wasn’t creepy tall. Quite a lot of it needed to do with the way in which I introduced myself.” Um, nothing about Jane is creepy in any respect, in order that makes whole sense.

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At 5’10”, Charlize Theron has undoubtedly towered over her male costars greater than as soon as. She’s been open about the truth that being tall hasn’t all the time helped her get the roles she’s most concerned about taking up in her profession. “Jobs with actual gravitas go to folks which are bodily proper for them and that’s the tip of the story,” she mentioned in a controversial interview with GQ in 2016. “What number of roles are on the market for the attractive, [expletive], gown-wearing, eight-foot mannequin? When meaty roles come by way of, I’ve been within the room and fairly folks get turned away first.”

If you watch Mandy Moore on This Is Us, you’re most likely means too busy sobbing to understand how tall she is… however in actuality, at 5’10”, she’s really an inch taller than her late onscreen husband, performed by Milo Ventimiglia. Despite the fact that she wasn’t all the time loopy about how tall she is, she’s mentioned that her mother is the one who helped her notice that being tall was factor. “She jogged my memory to embrace what I used to be given and stand tall with my shoulders again,” Mandy mentioned her mother would inform her when she wished she was shorter. “I assume the grass is all the time greener.”

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You most likely final noticed her in the latest Star Wars installment as Holdo, and perhaps you even seen that there, she stood tall, however Laura Dern is definitely very tall in actual life. At 5’10”, she tends to command the eye of any room she walks into, however let’s be actual: she’s Laura Dern. She’s a legend. Even when she was quick, that may occur! She hasn’t addressed her peak very a lot publicly, but it surely ought to undoubtedly be one thing she’s happy with. In spite of everything, who doesn’t wish to develop as much as be Laura? We want her to star in, like, each film from now till the tip of time.

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Identical to Jane Lynch (and plenty of different ladies on this record), Sigourney Weaver is six toes tall, and he or she’s admitted that being tall can take quite a lot of braveness… and quite a lot of reminding your self to not examine your self to those that are smaller. “Being tall has a significant impression normally,” Sigourney has mentioned previously. “It takes some braveness to be as huge as you’re – to stay as much as it and never be intimidated by the swish tiny folks.” We’d say that Sigourney has undoubtedly discovered a option to stay as much as being six toes tall, even when many individuals don’t discover her peak straight away after they watch her in her films.

Standing at 5’11”, Nicole is available in one inch taller than her nation singing husband, Keith City, however that doesn’t appear to trouble her… although it might need when she was youthful. When speaking to The Solar in 2011, Nicole revealed that in class, the opposite children known as her Storky due to her peak and for the reason that boys have been a lot shorter than she was, they have been among the many cruelest. “I want I had identified I’d develop into extra assured about my seems to be,” Nicole mentioned, including that she was already 5’10’ at 13 years previous. “It made me very self-conscious. I had no common boyfriend and no severe relationship till a lot later.”

At 6’three″, Gwendolyn Christie is made for the roles that made her well-known in Sport of Thrones and Star Wars. And apart from the roles she’s gotten due to her peak, Gwendolyn has additionally discovered a number of totally different advantages that include being tall. “You may get to the bar simpler,” she instructed Harper’s Bazaar. “You may catch the bar individual’s eye, and mouth what you need, and by the point you’re there, you’ve acquired it. I’m like a human plow. I even have a selfie-stick arm. To get the identical angle as I get with my selfie arm, you’d want a crane.”

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Julia Roberts is 5’9, and also you’ll discover that there isn’t a lot of a peak distinction between her and the vast majority of her male costars. Up to now, she’s mentioned that she’s “too tall to be a lady,” stating that as an alternative, she’s someplace “between a chick and a broad.” She additionally mentioned in an interview that folks first seen her peak after Mystic Pizza, after they couldn’t assist however make feedback about it. “Daily for per week after Mystic Pizza got here out, folks got here as much as me and mentioned, ‘I believed you have been six toes tall,’” Julia mentioned. “To me, I’m common peak. I’m five-foot-nine.”

You could not have guessed that this Grammy-winning singer has towered over most of her boyfriend, but it surely’s true — Taylor is a stable 5’10”, which is why she wore cowboy boots so usually at first of her profession. When she was youthful, Taylor was fairly self-conscious about her peak, and in her music, “Start Once more,” she even sang about an ex-boyfriend who didn’t like when she wore excessive heels as a result of it made her taller than him. Today, although? It looks like she’s actually embraced what makes her totally different, and you may catch that lady in heels anytime.

As a result of your entire Kardashian household is so small, you would possibly assume that Khloe doesn’t have a lot peak to her, both — however that’s undoubtedly not the reality. Though Kim and Kourtney are on the low finish of 5 toes tall, Khloe is definitely 5’10”, and being totally different from the remainder of her household is one thing it appears she’s come to like. “I don’t like after I can’t put on excessive heels in shoots as a result of my sisters are quick,” she’s admitted previously. “I’m tall, I really like excessive heels and I embrace it!” She ought to embrace it, as a result of with legs like hers, it’d be a disgrace if she missed out on heels!

Six-foot-tall Tilda Swinton is understood for her androgynous look — one thing her peak helps her accomplish. She even instructed a narrative throughout an interview with The New York Instances about how her peak usually causes her to be mistaken for a person. “The opposite day, I used to be going by way of the airport safety and I used to be searched by a male safety guard.” she mentioned. “I’m very sometimes called ‘Sir’ in elevators and such. I believe it has to do with being this tall and never sporting a lot lipstick. I believe folks simply can’t think about I’d be a lady if I appear to be this.”

Being that her husband, Ryan Reynolds, is 6’2″, it’s onerous to consider that Blake Vigorous is definitely extremely tall… however in actuality, she’s 5’11”. Sadly, although, it doesn’t sound prefer it’s considered one of her favourite qualities about herself. “I really like actually excessive heels, so it turns into an issue typically,” Blake admitted whereas speaking to Entry Hollywood in 2012. “I simply really feel like large … you don’t wish to really feel like the person.” It’s onerous to think about somebody who seems to be like Blake feeling something lower than attractive, so we hope her peak is one thing she’s discovered a option to embrace by now!

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In case you hadn’t already guessed, Allison Janney is one tall girl. She’s six toes tall, and he or she’s even mentioned that she loves the benefit her peak typically provides her in her profession… although it wasn’t all the time that means. “I felt like my profession began late and I believe it was due to my peak — and perhaps a few of my confidence points,” she instructed NPR in 2014. “I used to be enjoying 40-year-old ladies after I was 20. I didn’t get thought of for ingenue roles. Possibly I simply wasn’t prepared, however issues began taking place after I turned 38… I believe my peak most likely did have one thing to do with it — however [my height] additionally helped me in sure components. It’s made me undoubtedly extra of a personality actress by way of my love of doing comedy.”

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Despite the fact that the previous first girl stands tall at 5’10”, you may not have realized it as a result of her husband, Barack, is definitely 6’2″… in order that helps. What her peak doesn’t assist, although, is avoiding getting acknowledged in public. “There are occasions after I do disguise it up,” she mentioned throughout an look on Reside! With Jimmy Kimmel in 2012. It’s just a little onerous as a result of I’m so tall, so that you see folks simply sort of me simply because I’m so tall. After which it’s such as you, ‘Oh, it’s you!’ However from time to time I attempt to sneak out… however I don’t get to do it that a lot.”

Despite the fact that she’s a member of the royal household today, Kate Middleton — who proudly stands at 5’11 — used to get made enjoyable of when she was youthful as a result of she was so tall. In reality, in line with what a former classmate has mentioned in regards to the Duchess of Cambridge, it feels like she had a reasonably tough go of it. “She had run right into a pack of bullies who diminished her to an emotional wreck,” the classmate mentioned. “She was the outsider who was most likely too good for her personal good. It didn’t assist that she was so tall and self-conscious about her eczema.” Marvel how these bullies really feel as we speak?

It appears becoming that Uma Thurman is 6’zero″, contemplating how robust she’s been over the course of her profession (and particularly not too long ago) — but it surely wasn’t all the time one thing that she was very happy with. In reality, as she instructed The Solar in 2012, as a young person, she actually struggled together with her peak, and solely not too long ago has she been in a position to embrace it. “Was my peak a difficulty? At practically 6 toes tall, with massive toes, in fact it was!” she mentioned. “When you get a job, you’ll really feel totally different about your self and set up your personal id. It took me till about 35 to stroll with out being self-conscious.”

You could not have realized it, however Gwyneth Paltrow is definitely very tall. She stands at 5’9″, but it surely’s one thing she’s simply been in a position to disguise since her new fiancé, Brad Falchuk, is definitely taller than she is. However although Gwyneth is all about loving herself today, sadly, she struggled loads together with her peak when she was in highschool. “I’m sort of a gangly lady, but it surely was loads worse after I was a young person,” she’s mentioned. If solely that self-conscious teenager had realized who she was destined to develop into when she grew up — perhaps then she would have been just a little simpler on herself!

Even supposing she’s a card-carrying member of the six-foot membership, American Idol star Jordin Sparks isn’t about to let anybody get in the way in which of her embracing her true peak — as she made very clear in a Twitter rant a number of years in the past. “Sure, I’m actually tall,” she wrote in 2014. “Sure, I nonetheless get nervous earlier than I carry out. Sure, I’m mad as hell in regards to the BRICK WALLS I’ve to maintain breaking four music.” Luckily, since she shared these phrases, her profession has solely grown. And now that she’s anticipating her first child, we will’t wait to seek out out if her peak is one thing she’ll move on to her youngsters.

You could not have seen, however comic Aisha Tyler is definitely six toes tall. And for her, that peak didn’t are available an sudden progress spurt — she’s been tall for her complete life, whilst a baby. In her e-book, Self Inflicted Wounds: Heartwarming Tales of Epic Humiliation, she wrote, “For one factor, I used to be terribly tall. In third grade, I used to be virtually twice as tall as a number of the different children.” That needed to be actually onerous, but when anybody made enjoyable of her, we have now a sense they’re regretting it after seeing the place her life has taken her as an grownup.

Though being six toes tall is one thing that Geena Davis has lastly managed to return to simply accept about herself, it wasn’t all the time that means. Whereas speaking to ESPN in 2015, she admitted that she was “tall from minute one,” a thought that consumed her pondering in her childhood. “My fantasy was to take up much less area on this planet,” Geena mentioned. “I discovered this fairy story a few princess that was 1-foot tall, and I wore that e-book out. That’s all I wished, to be petite and enticing. I used to be afraid I’d by no means cease rising.” Luckily, she did, and when she went to Sweden to check at 18, she lastly realized that there are individuals who discovered her peak enticing.