#this is about how much simpsons stuff I’ve been reblogging

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If I put it in my queue, that means whatever you’ve seen me reblog I am not responsible for okay? That was 1 hour ago it’s-a-hare-pom-pom not me. We are two different people. I will not apologise for putting those things on your dash because I DIDNT. It wasn’t me, officer, it was me 1 hour ago when I went on a rampage

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Flower | 22

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, smut

; Word Count: 6.4k

; Warnings: Brief mention of antidepressant side effects, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, sex toy use, insinuated sex

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: I’ve half proofread this but I hate reading through smut again so...I hope you enjoy it all :) please reblog if you did and leave me feedback in the form of comments, reviews or other asks! I’m always happy to read your thoughts on the Flower couple and their evolving relationship <3

; Flower Masterpost

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“Okay so...I know it probably doesn’t look like I’ve got you all that much,” You give him a disbelieving stare before eyeing the small pile of books and games he’d already gifted you. “But I got you one more. And I had to hide this because it’s very heavy and I didn’t want you accidentally kicking it and opening it up or anything.”

Watching as he stands up, his cheerfully festive Christmas Simpsons sweats looking very out of place on his tattooed body, he darts off to your bedroom. Frowning, you lean back to try and see what he’s doing, wondering how’d he’d managed to hide something from you in your own room.

He was completely lying because he’d gotten you everything you wanted and more. The new Final Fantasy game, the new Villainous expansion, some of the books you’d been wanting for a while and a few Eeveelution plushies to finish off your set. So what on earth would he have gotten?

It’s even more confusing when he comes back and you see the size of the box in his hands, elegantly wrapped in silver wrapping paper. There’s a pretty fabric bow on top with a tag on it and your brow rises when you see how hard he’s struggling with it.

That brow goes even higher when he sits down with a grunt, the box dropping onto the floor with a heavy thunk. Eyes widening, you stare at it before looking at him in amusement.

“Holy shit Hoseok, what did you do? Kill someone?” He gives you a smirk before cuddling up to you on the floor, gesturing to the wrapped gift with more than a little excitement. You welcome his warmth and idly poke his thigh as you eye the present.

“Nope. You’ll love it though, I promise.” Giving him a suspicious look, you look at the tag first and read it. Much to his amusement. Apparently he wasn’t one of those people who particularly cared about reading the tags, which had horrified you when you found out. Not that you’d written him any sweet notes or anything, but still.

Unsurprisingly, the tag doesn’t have some love filled sonnet on it, just your name and ‘love, Hoseok’. But he’d obviously shown his love through the careful presents he’d bought you, each one something that you loved and adored. 

Smiling, you carefully began to peel away the wrapping paper where it has been folded, tugging at the tape until it came away gently. You feel Hoseok’s laugh vibrate through his body before actually hearing it, causing you to look at him in confusion.

“God, you open presents so neatly. It’s like watching my sister all over again,” His smile stays warm, growing even more affectionate. “She used to open presents like you do, as if afraid that you’ll ruin the wrapping paper or something. I don’t have the patience.”

“Gee...I hadn’t noticed.” Turning your head to stare firmly at the bag of torn wrapping paper next to you both, the remnants of what had remained of what you’d painstakingly wrapped. 

He snorts before poking your side and nodding with his head towards the present that you’d only begun opening. “Okay Miss Sarcastic, please proceed with the present opening before you cut yourself on your wit instead of the paper.”

You do as asked, or instructed rather, and carefully peel back the paper. As soon as you have a glimpse of the box cover though, all care is gone as you gasp loudly and quickly tear the rest off. Staring down at the colourful box, you take in the words ‘Gloomhaven’ along the top before squealing with excitement and bouncing in place.

“Oh my god! Hoseok! Oh my god! What the fuck? This game is so expensive!” You’re beyond happy to get it though, as if your reaction wasn’t obvious and the amusement in Hoseok’s face is more than apparent. But you still feel a little guilty at the fact he’s bought you this alongside everything else so far. The two of you haven’t even been dating a year and you’re already feeling spoilt.

He wraps his arms around your waist before kissing your cheek sweetly, watching as you pull the rest of the paper from beneath the box and toss it to the side. It’s only when you go to lift the box that you let out a deep groan of surprise and effort, turning to look at him with wide eyes.

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah, holy shit. This thing was 10 fucking kilograms. I feel like I almost died bringing it here. And that’s with the freaking elevator. Open it up, I wanna see what’s in this damn thing.” Laughing, you let him turn the box upside down and use the scissors that had been brought over earlier to slice through the clear stickers that were keeping the lid attached. 

Kasumi was currently playing with a ball of scrunched wrapping paper that Hoseok had thrown to her earlier. She had, obviously, been thoroughly enthralled with it and completely ignored the toys she’d been bought by Hoseok and you for her Christmas presents. He’d been thoroughly amused by that but you’d just shrugged and said this was what cats did.

Between the two of you, you manage to get the lid off the box that feels like it’s been vacuum packed in and sit back to admire the interior contents. Carefully, you lift the map board out and open it up, scanning over the intricate map with interest while Hoseok lets out a low whistle.

“Fuck, there’s a lot of shit in this box.” He pulls out a wirebound book along with a rule book, placing them on his lap before flicking through them with interest. Holding up the wire book, he looks at you with wide eyes. “Dude, this is the scenario book...it has 96 scenarios in it.”

Grinning at him, you peer over his shoulder and take them in before carefully taking the book from his hands and placing it on top of the now folded map.

“Yep. It may be expensive but you get your money’s worth at least, right? And you can’t look at it, it’ll spoil the game for you. It’s like an RPG game for a PC or console. You’re only supposed to find out what’s happening as you’re playing, so don’t go spoiling it. And apparently we can only only look at a certain number of characters and stuff. We unlock those through the scenarios.” Reaching in, you pull out one tiny box with what reminds you of a singularity on the top, opening it carefully and pulling out the tiny figure inside.

“This is one of the starter ones, a spellweaver. I want to be this one.” Hoseok takes it from you and looks over it equally as carefully before shrugging, his expression giving away that he was no idea what you’re on about. Giggling, you kiss his cheek and place it back into the box.

“You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?” He glares at you as you begin to place everything carefully inside. It impresses you how well everything fits in, and you already feel some dread at the prospect of trying to fit everything inside after a few scenarios.

“I’ll have you know that I played and loved all the Dark Souls games.” Biting your lip, you try to contain your amusement as you slide the lid back on and simply admire the game with reverence. 

“Oh yeah? Is that because it’s all gothic and hardcore. Did you git gud?” Your teasing of him instantly gets a repercussion as he begins to tickle you furiously, your laughs loud in the apartment and causing Kasumi to pause with her own wide eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah I did git gud. Actually, I got so gud that I finished all of them multiple times. What was it you told me once? That you don’t like those games because they’re too hard for you? So...who’s the one who needs to git gud now?” He says, pausing his fingers from his relentless assault and giving you a smug look. Breathing heavily, you let out a quiet laugh before tracing along one of the tattoos on his arms.

“Me, apparently.” Pausing, you take him in before smiling with happiness, your stomach bubbling with joy. “Thank you. For buying me that, it’s really expensive and I can’t believe you bought me it! I’ve been contemplating it for ages.”

“I know. I’ve seen you look at it online often enough. Got me a little stressed when you almost bought it the other week. But I like playing games with you, I’ve decided. So...I got this one so that we can play it together. It can be our game.” Sitting back up, he reaches out and pulls you up with him as you stare at him with wide eyes.

Logically, you’d known that he’d probably have to play it with you as there was no way that Chungha or Soyeon would be interested in something as in depth and long lasting as Gloomhaven. But hearing him say that he’s spent well over $100 on a board game just to play it with you was something else entirely.

It makes your stomach go funny, just like he always made it, and you feel the fluttering of almost anxiety in your throat, making it a tiny bit harder to breathe. Not because you were upset or anything, but you just didn’t really know how to process the love you’d been blessed with from one Jung Hoseok. It was hard for your head to really comprehend that he genuinely meant every word he said.

“Are you sure? It’s supposed to be intense. And long.” Hoseok smirks at you, moving closer until you’re almost nose to nose. His warm breath, smelling faintly of the mint ice cream he’d eaten for dessert at his parents after Christmas dinner, fanning your face. You should be disgusted, but you’re not.

“I know something that can be intense and long tonight. And I wouldn’t have bought it otherwise.” Rolling your eyes at his obvious innuendo, you try hard to stop the smile that wants to break free at hearing him obviously trying to initiate sex. The two of you had agreed to spend the mornings at your respective parents' houses before meeting up here, opening the presents you’d bought each other and spending Christmas evening together for the first time.

Looking over his elegant features, you can’t help but smile as happiness fills you at the sight of him. He’s not paying attention to you anymore, instead having reached over to take one of the books you’d gifted him earlier. 

Hoseok had begun to read biography and memoir style books lately, enjoying a wide array of topics. As such, you’d gotten him the entire back catalogue of Mick Wall biographies, which meant he had a whole stack of metal and rock n roll band biographies to go through.

At the moment, he was scanning over the back of the Metallica book with his tongue poking out of his mouth in concentration. The other pile included Lemmy, Guns n Roses and more. You’d be lying if you said that you knew half of the bands or whatever that were in the books but you knew that he’d love them all anyway.

And he had, his face lighting up with excitement when he’d unwrapped each one. It had been a worry that he’d find them boring or something, but instead you’d been given many kisses of thanks. Which had been rather delightful, you would admit.

You’d found it particularly stressful buying him presents for Christmas; panicking that he wouldn’t like whatever you bought or having anxiety that he would already have it. He’d given you a few hints to make it easier for you but you’d struggled over it still. As much as you loved him, and as much time as you spent with him, it was hard to figure out what he’d like.

Hoseok loved his music, but he already had everything he wanted in regards to that. There were no concerts coming up that he didn’t already have tickets to, he bought whatever books he wanted to read and he bought whatever films he wanted. Given he spent so much time at yours, you couldn’t even consider something bigger as he wouldn’t get any use out of it as he spent so much time with you and there wasn’t space in your apartment.

Why was buying presents for men always so much harder? And on top of that, you’d had to dissuade him from buying anything that you’d already bought him. Because he was like a cat whose eyes went wide when he saw something he wanted. That had been the case with the James Bond Blu-Ray collection you’d gotten him as well.

It was limited edition, and he’d spotted it online a week after you’d bought it. It had taken some careful persuasion to make sure he didn’t buy it, along with a lot of internal eye rolling.

“Did you like everything?” You don’t realise that there’s a touch of insecurity in your voice, a hint of uncertainty that you hadn’t done it right. This was the first time you’d ever had a boyfriend over the Christmas period, so you weren’t sure if you’d done it right. 

Looking up at you with wide eyes, he makes a small noise of question before looking back at his pile of gifts. It now looks smaller than yours and you get warm with embarrassment but he gives you such a bright smile. 

“Yes, thank you! Got everything I wanted and stuff I didn’t know I wanted until now.” He leans back against the couch, giving you another smile before reaching out to you and pulling you into him. Besides the books and the Bond collection, the only other thing he’d gotten was a bottle of his cologne, which wasn’t cheap. 

So his pile might not look like much, but it was actually a big chunk of money. It made you feel a little ashamed that your gifts were obviously more expensive, but you reasoned it away to yourself. Hoseok earnt more than you, a lot more than you. You had worked within your means for him while also buying for your friends and family.

“Are you happy with what you’ve got?” Hoseok asks, tilting his head to look at you with expectant brows. You give him a sweet smile of your own before nodding and hugging him even tighter.

There’s a moment of pause before you move your head to kiss him, lips gentle against his for a few seconds. He doesn’t hesitate any further though, moving his hand to cup your cheek and you relax into the kiss, almost sighing into his mouth contentedly. 

You’d shyly admitted to him the other week that you really liked kissing him. He’d thought it was amusing that you’d told him that so sweetly, but you’d been particularly awkward about it because you’d never had makeout sessions as a teenager. And it hadn’t been fantastic in college, but you got the urge to just kiss Hoseok for hours on end like an excitable teenager.

It was pretty easy to guess that Hoseok found it endearing, and you’d found he’d been indulging you more often with kisses and just taking the time to let you feel like a loved up teenager once more. You were positive it was no great hardship on his behalf, but you were surprised that he controlled himself well enough that it rarely resulted in sex. 

He was indulging you right now and you hummed contentedly, enjoying the casual and lazy way he was kissing you. The smell of the Christmas cookie candle you’d started earlier and the gentle twinkling of the lights on the tree you’d decorated with Hoseok at the start of December make it all feel more...homey. Which you don’t want to think about too much right now; you’re too concerned with enjoying your Christmas kisses to care too much.

Finally though, he pulls away slowly and the tiny whine you let out has him laughing against you. “Calm down, you can have plenty more later.” 

Shifting away from him slightly, you push out your lower lip in a pout before giving him big puppy eyes. A year ago, the very idea of acting like this around him, or anyone, would have been beyond humiliating. But you felt comfortable with him, and you felt that this was fast becoming part of the language of your relationship with Hoseok.

He did the same to you when he wanted something. And it worked just as well on you as it did on him.

Hoseok smiles, giving you another quick kiss before gently rubbing his nose against yours. The look in his eyes is no longer sweet and soft, but instead a little more intense. Irises darkening ever so slightly while his pupils widen and you narrow your own at him, recognising that look now.

“Someone’s horny.” You mutter, causing him to smirk. He disentangles himself from you and stands, gesturing to you to stay there before disappearing off into the bedroom. Frowning, you try to see around the couch to get an idea of what he’s getting but when he comes back, whatever it is is hidden firmly behind his back.

“What are you doing?” 

“Well, we bought this and never got round to using it. So...I figure that we can see if it’s worth the money. A little...Christmas orgasm? Ever had one of those?” He smirks at you, brows wiggling as he shows you the glass dildo and bottle of lube.

Almost instantly, you go all hot with embarrassment at the sight of him just waving that around so casually. He’d been disappointed a few weeks back to discover you had no sex toys, apparently they were fun for couples too, and so he’d sat with you and ordered some. You say he ordered some, but it seemed most of them were for you.

Which had confused you as to why he was so determined to use them all on you instead of getting something for himself. But he’d just waved off your questions, telling you that he got pleasure out of seeing you pleasured and there was plenty of time to explore stuff for him in the future.

You also got the idea that he still wasn’t entirely happy with the fact that the successful orgasm ratio was leaning very heavily in his favour. He’d given you plenty through oral and with his fingers, eventually figuring out what made you tick while having sex until he could successfully bring you to the brink if you were in the mood.

And then you’d started the antidepressants, and your sexual libido had plummeted. Not only had you shown no interest in intiating sex, though you were fine if he wanted it, it had become almost impossible to orgasm. Even by yourself you’d struggled, unable to fall over that precipice into the pit of pleasure to the point that you’d cried in frustration over it.

As such, he hadn’t pushed the issue too hard because he knew it was a sore point, but you’d slowly discovered that it was possible to orgasm still. It just required...a lot of work. When you’d shyly discussed this with Hoseok, he’d taken it almost as a challenge. Hence the sex toys.

The dildo he’d set on the table was made of clear glass, a pretty centre of pink and blue that swirled around each other and a flared base that allowed it to stand on its own. You eyed it carefully as he sat next to you, a smirk on his face. It was one that you hadn’t used yet and you found yourself squirming with the knowledge he was going to use that on you.

A thin shaft met a bulbous head, the tip reminding you of a closed flower bud. Reaching out, you ran your fingers down the glass slowly, noting how smooth and firm it felt. Along with being a lot cooler than you’d anticipated.

“You up for it? I figure...I can try this on you, see if I can get you to orgasm.” Lips twisting, you take the bottle of lube from him and place it on the table as well, carefully pushing the gifts away to make space. You were positive he’d noticed this too, but you didn’t want to vocalise it.

“What about you?” Hoseok snorted in amusement, giving you a quick kiss before running his hands down your waist.

“Okay, first of all. I love doing things with you sexually. So if that’s all that happened then I’ll just get acquainted with my hand in the shower later. Otherwise...well...it is Christmas so...” Shifting, you bite your lip before looking down at your hands and then reaching for his.

“I think we can work something out.” Despite how bold the words are, they sound a lot shyer with your soft tone. Especially the way you avoid his eyes and he just laughs, kissing your temple affectionately before playfully tugging at your leggings.

You resist for just a moment before relenting, shifting awkwardly and laughing as you both struggle to peel the tight fabric from your legs. There’s a particular moment where Hoseok accidentally bumps his forehead against yours when he leans forward, trying to tug them from underneath the rounds of your ass. 

“Ow.” He mumbles and you coo to him, trying not to laugh as you gently rub at his forehead. Hoseok finally pulls them off you, taking your socks with him before moving groaning at the fact he hadn’t managed to get your underwear off too.

Now you can’t help but laugh at the way his lips automatically pout, leaning forward to peck at them before wiggling your underwear off yourself. Almost instantly he’s distracted, eyes focused between your legs and you bite your lip in amusement at how easy it is to get his attention when it involves sex or you naked.

You’d never thought you’d be someone who drew that kind of distraction in men and it makes you feel simultaneously powerful and shy. But you don’t get a chance to think any further about it when Hoseok lightly tugs on your shirt, raising his brows in silent question. The two of you have been having sex for months now, but he’s still respectful about your lingering insecurities.

Nodding, he pulls off your shirt in one quick movement before kissing you deeply once your head is free, causing you to hum in delight as his hand roams your naked skin. You no longer feel fear or panic at the touch of him against your waist and stomach. Instead, it feels reassuring.

A gasp leaves you when his hands move to cup your breasts, Hoseok smiling into the kiss as he runs his thumb along your soft skin before playing with your nipples. You’d gotten changed as soon as you’d come home from your parents and Hoseok had long gotten used to you going braless. Much to his appreciation.

But he doesn’t waste too long, leaving your lips to kiss down your jaw and suck rosettes of desire into your neck and chest. He deviates from what you presume to be his route momentarily to lavish attention onto your nipples, playing with them for a moment with his tongue and ever so gently his teeth and being careful to give both equal attention.

While he loved your chest, he wasn’t a boob man. No, he was firmly an ass man, which was evident by the way his hands had slipped down your body and were now squeezing and massaging the rounds of your ass in an almost reverent way. It amused you and you lip at your lips, tasting him once more and whining at him.

As much as you enjoyed the foreplay he was willing to give, you preferred it when he spent his time down below. Given your feelings towards your body, you weren’t particularly a fan of foreplay involving the area he was currently enjoying. And he knows this, which is why he presses a kiss to the centre of your chest before shifting backwards.

“Okay, are you okay to lay back? The rug should be okay and I’m gonna put one of these cushions under you.” He grabs the nearest cushion and you almost make a scandalised noise as you realise it’s your Pusheen unicorn cushion, but you don’t get chance to say anything as he’s already trying to move you.

So you relent, letting your back relax onto the soft rug and lifting your hips to let him place the cushion beneath them, lifting your lower body up to a place that was more comfortable for him to reach. Stretching slightly, you let out a slow breath before looking at your boyfriend.

And that breath turns into a low whine when you see the way he’s looking at you hungrily, desire almost a living force in his eyes. Given how ridiculously gorgeous he is, it’s an expression that makes your thighs clench in anticipation and your inner muscles convulse in an ache for him. You’ll never not be surprised that you’re the one to inspire that look in his eyes.

“Fuck,” He whispers, running a hand over his face. “Have I told you today that you’re beautiful? And I love you?” 

You look away from him then, shyness flooding you and you go to hide yourself from his roaming gaze. He loves to make you go shy with his compliments, knowing that you love them despite the way you protest meekly. And he’s not afraid to lavish his words on you, no matter how cheesy they are.

“Anyway, enough of that.” Hoseok mutters and you’re about to query him, but by the time you look back over at him you’re moaning out in pleasure, eyes squeezing shut while your head presses back against the floor. He darted down while you were distracted and all you can feel right now is the heavenly touch of his hot, wet tongue against your pussy.

“Ah fuck.” You gasp, one hand grasping the rug tightly while your other inevitably moves to grasp Hoseok’s hair tightly, the black strands soft between your fingers. The quiet grunt he gives at the pressure of the pull vibrates against your clit as he sucks on it lazily, causing your breath to quiver.

If there was something you’d discovered about yourself during sex with Hoseok, it was that you weren’t a dirty talker. In fact, you weren’t even much of a talker. Instead, you were a babbler. You just mumbled and moaned and whined whatever came to your mind at the time, utterly unaware of the noises you were making.

Hoseok had commented before that he thought it was hot, that the knowledge you couldn’t control your mouth was a turn on. He on the other hand, tended to be either pretty quiet until the end or he’d run his mouth. You’d never thought you’d like dirty talk until you’d heard him whispering utter filth into your ear, his voice strained and hoarse from the effort.

It was surprising, and also not unwanted. 

Now though, he spent the next few minutes with his mouth fully occupied. The tongue piercing that you had grown completely fond of pressed against your clit perfectly when lapped at you slowly, letting every centimetre of his tongue press against as much of you as possible before undulating it against your clit, letting the pressure and friction of the ball rile you up.

Whining, you tug at his hair desperately, feeling the familiar ball of tightened pleasure that is building. And yet it feels just out of reach, as before. Limbs tightening, you begged him to let you orgasm, to bring you over the edge that was so close and yet so far away.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he sits up and licks his lips contentedly, the slickness on them from you and not his own mouth. It’s an attractive sight and you whimper, pussy tightening on nothing at the sight of it. He doesn’t notice though, using his hand to wipe away the rest before looking over to the coffee table and grabbing the lube.

“I’m gonna use this still. You’re pretty wet but I read that you should use plenty, particularly with glass. And I don’t want to hurt you.” You’re almost bemused by the casual way he’s talking now, like he hadn’t just had his tongue buried into your pussy for the last five minutes. In fact, he’s even reading the damn label.

Frustrated, you reach and grasp his hand to attract his attention. “Just fucking put it in me.”

That gets a close lipped smile from him, the expression looking distinctly like he’s trying to stop himself from laughing and you scowl. Yes, you were being abrupt with him. But god dammit, you were lying naked in front of him, desperately horny and needy after being given excellent oral for given minutes and you just wanted to orgasm with your boyfriend once again and not just your own hand.

“Yes ma’am.” Uncapping the bottle, he tilts it up and you jolt slightly at the cool, thick liquid as it hits your swollen clit. He lets a good amount drip onto you before placing it back onto the table, his free hand moving to push the lubrication inside your entrance. For such an intimate motion, Hoseok is showing almost zero interest in having his fingers inside you as his attention is on the glass dildo.

But you moan in relief, tightening around him. He only has the one in you, but your moan attracts his attention back and he grins before adding a second, fingers curling in you and moving easily with the added lube. An almost grateful sigh escapes you and he laughs before pulling his fingers out and grabbing the dildo, wiping the excess onto the head before carefully adding even more.

The head of this dildo is bigger than Hoseok’s dick, and you’re a little nervous as he runs it along your pussy slowly. It’s incredibly cold and firm against you, the temperature causing you to shiver as it presses against the heated bundle of nerves at your centre.

“I’ll go slow, okay? You have to talk to me this time, let me know if it’s hurting or uncomfortable.” Nodding at him, you give him a small smile before your eyes widen as he pushes the tip inside you. It stretches you far more than you’d anticipated and you gasp, fingers grasping the rug tightly as he moves it.

Once it’s past your entrance, the slide is much easier given the shaft’s thinner girth but all you can focus on is how thick the head feels. There’s a brief moment of pause as Hoseok evaluates you before you nod at him and he slowly pulls it out. You grimace as it leaves you, deciding instantly that you do not like the feel of it entering and exiting.

“Don’t pull it out entirely. It...kinda hurts. Like not too bad but, I don’t like it.” You admit, causing him to frown before he nods in acknowledgement. The next few thrusts from him are much gentler as you both experiment with it and you comment on how it feels to him.

The glass is far firmer than anything you’ve had inside you before and you tell him to be careful, knowing that if he moved too hard or rough then it would probably really hurt given the lack of give in it. But you can’t deny that the overly large head is beyond pleasurable as it presses against the squishy patch of nerves on your inner wall, each movement sending sparks of overwhelming feeling through you.

“Move it like...a little down. No, not that way, so the head of it is coming up. Yeah, yeah like tha-ooh my god.” You moan, eyes falling closed as Hoseok does exactly as you suggest. The movement you’ve instructed him to do has the head pressing firmly against those nerves, the pressure intense and you convulse slightly when he moves it again.

“Oh god yes, there. There.” You pant to Hoseok, one hand moving instinctively for something and only stopping when Hoseok grasps it with his free hand, linking your fingers together and giving you something to squeeze. Like the good boyfriend he is, he keeps the dildo in that position as he moves it and you start to beg him to move it faster.

Moaning, you writhe on the floor as pleasure floods through you from the constant pressure and you half recognise the fact that you’re babbling to him to let you cum. But he knows as well as you do that you can’t orgasm from penetration alone, although given how good this feels you’re not entirely sure on that front.

Still, he understands and you almost jump off the floor when you feel the heated pressure of Hoseok’s wet tongue against your clit. A ragged moan leaves you, your free hand grasping his hair once more and tugging tightly as he licks and sucks at your clit almost playfully, enjoying your reactions for him.

You’d curse him out but you can’t quite focus, your entire body and mind centering on your pussy and the tight ball that has once more built up inside you. A small thought wonders whether you’ll not be able to reach it once more but it’s swept away quickly by the feeling of Hoseok’s piercing pressing against your engorged bud, the movement perfected over the months when he could bring you to orgasm.

And then it all combines together and your entire body tightens, loud and ragged moans being ripped from your throat as you shudder almost violently. Your hips move so powerfully that Hoseok can’t even keep movement with you, his mouth leaving you while he still moves the dildo within.

It just adds to the pleasure and you’re struck by the odd sensation of not being able to hear properly for a few seconds, the orgasm so strong that it literally knocks your senses offline. Once the wave has reached its crescendo and begins to soften again, you let out a soft whimper as Hoseok continues to move the dildo, only much slower this time.

It feels good, but almost too good and you push at his hand, telling him silently to stop. You don’t see the look of complete awe on his face when he pulls the dildo out, how he admires the visible signs of your pleasure on the transparent glass as white streaks of your own making coat it.

Instead, you’re just staring at the ceiling as your chest heaves, silent tears slipping from your eyes from just how...overwhelming everything was. The quiet clink lets you know he’s put the dildo on the table and you sniff, feeling particularly pathetic for getting so emotional over an orgasm.

“You came!” Hoseok coos, leaning over and gently resting some of his weight on you. He’s on his elbows, but your raised hips mean that you have the full weight of his own hips against you. Including the very hard erection pressed against you now. “Oh baby, don’t cry. It’s okay.”

“I’m not upset or anything, it’s okay. I just...I don’t know,” Muttering, you wipe at the tears in an almost annoyed fashion and Hoseok smiles. “I’m just feeling emotional. Which is silly. It was just an orgasm but…”

Looking at him, your heart swells with emotion for him and even more tears fall, causing him to smile softly before he wipes them away himself and kisses you. You don’t push him away, instead wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him to you so tightly, fingers pressing into his shoulders.

“It’s okay, you’ve been stressed about it for a while now. Cry if you want, I don’t mind,” He pauses, kissing your nose quickly before smiling. “I said it earlier, but I love you.”

Wiping at your eyes again, you sniff and give him a return smile that’s more than a little shaky. Letting go of him, you watch as he sits up onto his knees, looking down at you while he bites his lip. The tent in his pants is now emphasised by the wet patch that’s been caused by the combination of lube and your own excitement and you feel bad, knowing he’s put off his own pleasure.

Sitting up, you push the cushion away before taking a deep breath. You feel a little sluggish from the strength of the orgasm, but you’ll be damned if you leave him high and dry. And on Christmas no less!

“So...how about some sex for you now?” Hoseok grins immediately at your words and you can’t help but laugh at his eagerness.

“Are you sure? Are you okay? Will you be up for it?” Despite his excitement, you appreciate his words of concern and squeeze his hand in response. Giving him a quick kiss, you take a deep breath to give yourself strength before letting go of him and turning around. There’s a pause, before you get on your hands and knees and look back at him.

This was his favourite position and any playfulness has left his face as he stares at the slick mess between your legs. Licking your lips, you push away the shyness before smiling at him.

“I’ll even let you cum on my back.” His jaw drops immediately. You’d discovered Hoseok liked orgasming onto you. He proclaimed he had no real reason for enjoying it but you thought he got turned on at the physical act of ‘marking’ you in a possessive way. At least...that’s why you enjoyed it anyway.

But you don’t offer it often, so it’s not something he gets to indulge in too much.

“Happy fucking Christmas to me.” He mutters under his breath and you can’t help but laugh as he pulls his clothes off at record speed. Happy Christmas to him indeed.

[side-lizabeth]

ONE PIECE DRESSROSA-ZOU ARCS IMPRESSIONS

This part is the spoiler-free part of my impressions.

I don’t know what I was expecting from Dressrosa but it didn’t left me wanting for more... outside the animation part, probably. But I mean when you get spoiled on how OP’s being animated rn, no sh*t. Although I really did enjoy the new characters. Cavendish is accidentally becoming one of my favourite characters and this is because of the anime of Gintama... But that’s because I’m finding more and more seiyuus in One Piece that just so happened to be voicing recurrent characters (or straight up main characters) in Gintama, so I shouldn’t be suprised.

And then there’s Zou and I’d lie if I’d say I should have had expected an island with furries, and yet I didn’t. ...and once again the “holy sh*t I wasn’t expecting these seiyuus being in One Piece too” striked back. But at this point I don’t know if it’s really because of Gintama or just because I’m starting to go back to my old teen hobbies like when I was a hardcore Seiyuu fan, and recognizing a lot of seiyuus is giving me a huge bust of serotonin. (?)

Above all, I liked Dressrosa more than Zou, even if Dressrosa has... it’s own issues.

If you want to go straight up to the spoiler section, click down here:

Let’s start with Dressrosa:

I thought to just continue this lil update, where I started the non spoiler section by saying that I won’t feel any shame or make an apology for reblogging non stop posts of Roronoa Zoro, I’m still on that Idea, fight me if you want(maybe no); but I decided to explain more about my first impressions, and then maybe elaborate extra stuff from those bullet point-lighning round from that post.

Overall, I had fun. I geniuently enjoyed Doffy as a villain, and his motivations where pretty interesting too. NGL, this arc is basically new world Alabasta” and it pretty much shows... But the thing is that this time it was a little bit more interesting because of Doffy.

Doffy being the combo of Warlord and Celestial Dragon may sound like that moment of the Simpsons of “it’s just the same doll but with a new hat” in comparison to Alabasta, but even if I also enjoyed Crocodile as a villain in there, at least Doffy had a more interesting backstory and motivations to explore... while Crocodile was just an excuse to show off Nico Robin in all her glory. That’s it. I said it. (and probably made a fwend sad). Please, Crocodile, sir, next time you come back please do show us the secret Ivankov and you only know and then we talk.

Overall, I just had the time of my life hating Doffy, that’s it. I’m not going to try to explain anything else. I’m a basic b*tch whose favourite villains are the ones who are just so evil I just have the time of my life hating on. Like Tsurumi from Golden Kamuy, another despicable motherf*cker, for instance.

And now that I’m talking about Doffy... I KNOW UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE LIKE CORA-SAN AND I ALSO JOIN THE GANG. BEST FATHER EVER AND HE BARELY WAS ONE FOR 6 MONTHS. BUT GAVE BABY TORAO ENOUGH LOVE TO PREVENT HIM FROM BECOMING LIKE HIS BROTHER. KUDOS TO HIM.

...Btw, I just need to break this impressions one moment to openly say that, as a Spaniard, I feel weird now saying Doffy’s entire name. For a reason. And Cora-san’s too. Now I understand english speakers(americans to be more precisely) when they watch Bungou Stray Dogs and some characters from there just happened to be named after famous english literature writers... (the first comparison I just thought about, don’t attack me plz)

Also, kudos to the voice actors because they did an amazing job and I had even more fun, like for instance Koyama Rikiya. I absolutely loved Kyros thanks mainly to him... Although I wish I could entirely say the same about Rebecca and Baby 5 because they barelly had any screentime or, at least personally speaking, didn’t to bring something interesting tothe table... Well, maybe I can excuse Baby 5 because of the ending of Punk Hazard, but with Rebecca definetly not. FFS her seiyuu is the Queen Hayashibara Megumi, I was expecting more from Rebecca (although maybe the blame is really in me for expecting that much) than what we got. But don’t get me wrong, I did like her but.. I wanted just a little bit more of her.

Another thing I enjoyed a lot was the introduction of Fujitora. I knew he was popular for a reason, but I wasn’t expecting it to be... because of this. I was expecting him to be popular only because he was a blind old man who could fight harder than the dudebro’s gary stu fanfic-like idea they have of Zoro, but he’s definetly not that. Fujitora is a really interesting man who geniuently thinks about people’s safety (can’t say the same about Sakazuki and Borsalino, lol), and I respect that.

*LAST MOMENT EDIT BECAUSE I FORGOT ANOTHER VERY IMPORTANT THING* THE REUNION OF LUFFY AND SABO MADE ME CRY TOO. I DON’T KNOW, I’M CRYING TOO MUCH OVER ONE PIECE

Now I’m just going through some bullet points from the update post:

First bullet point I’m actually elaborating: The Colloseum part was hella boring.

I just couldn’t stand it. I barely gave any sh*t about the characters and there’s also times where I’m just thinking that the Colloseum part could had been handled differently, with more interesting characters but well, that’s my opinion. I mean the only tournament arcs that I genuenly enjoyed were the Galaxy Wars from Saint Seiya (the OG one from the 80′s if somebody’s wondering), and maybe the Heaven’s Arena arc from HxH, so even if I was interested on seeing the OP take on it.. It kinda went sour for me at the beggining of this tournament, honestly. The fight versus Diamante was probably one of the very few interesting things happening inside the tournament.

And don’t get me wrong, interesting things do happen inside, like the encounter of Luffy and Rebecca, the fate of the losers from the colloseum, etc. But the tournament arc itself... not the best thing, pretty boring tbh.

The second bullet point I’m actually elaborating, but this time I’m literally copy-pasting the bullet point... for a reason: I STARTED TO SWEAT IN F*CKING FEAR WHEN NAMI’S GROUP ENCOUNTERED BIG MAM’S SHIP, AND EVEN MORE WHEN SANJI SAID “I’M GETTING INTO THAT SHIP”. NO. PLEASE. DON’T. I’M NOT READY FOR WHOLE CAKE ISLAND YET.

Look, by the time I’m writing this I’m already in Whole Cake and let me just tell you one thing; I’m still not ready for this arc. I know it’s very important, specially for Sanji’s development as a character and it’s like a re-introduction of him, but I’d lie if I’d said that I “do feel sensitive” around the themes explored in this arc, and it’s personally tought to go throught it but... Since it’s just too long and too personal to share the entire reason on a public post, I’m just leaving it as the following: “I’m not ready to tackle those themes, but I feel like I need to tackle them if I want to be the best version of myself”. That’s all.

The third and last bullet point I’m actually elaborating, LET ME TELL YOU HOW GINTAMA F*CKED ME UP ENTIRELY

For the sake of being short, I’m a crazy Gintama fan. I’m almost like an encyclopedia of shorts for all(?) Gintama content. I’ve been like this since I was 14-15 y/o (when I’m writing this I’m currently 25), so of course, if there’s something that remotely resembles something from Gintama (mainly gintama jokes or references when it happens), I’ll react to it instantly (but in a healthy way, not like an obnoxious annoying elitist lil sh*t of a fan), and sadly, part of this curse I ended up with included reconizing every single seiyuu that appeared in Gintama (or at least the ones who voiced important/popular characters) in other anime. And of course, seiyuus from Gintama did already appear before Dressrosa; like kid Ace’s seiyuu Sakaguchi Daisuke (voice of Shinpachi), or... Akainu’s seiyuu Tachiki Fumihiko (voice of Hasegawa “Madao” Taizou)... But then there’s Dressrosa and... It just went all over the board (pun not intended... does it even count as one tho?).

And don’t get me wrong, this did also happened to me on reverse with One Piece Seiyuus, but.... coming back to “Gintama f*cked me up”, it hitted differently, because it almost looked like they were casted to play certain characters based on the characters they played in Gintama and... NGL, it made everything even more hilarious. Like the fact that Kugimiya Rie voices a bad mouthed “child” in One Piece(Sugar)... just like she does in Gintama(Kagura). And I know technically speaking Sugar “is an adult” BUT, if we follow the logic of her Hobby Hobby fruit, she’s doomed to be an eternal child for the rest of her life, as in “no more development like a normal adult human would”. I’m just saying what the canon says, don’t mind me.

...Or Cavendish. I can confirm you that Cavendish is pretty much Gintama’s Katsura Kotarou’s madness as an OP character. And now he’s one of my favourite background characters in One Piece... Mainly because of that. And yes, they do in fact share the seiyuu Ishida Akira. (Also, is it just me or is he inspired by Lady Oscar from The Rose of Versailles???)

...So yeah, TLDR: too much gintama made me shout “oh shit, gintama’s taking over one piece”

Now with the Zou impressions

I liked the idea of Zou being an “island”, that’s not an Island but a millennia old elephant, walking around and hard to track down. Brilliant. Also, I’m pretty sure it’s inspired by something mythological but I still can’t point out which one.

...also I wasn’t expecting Pedro to be voiced by Miki Shin’Ichiro, in the same way I wasn’t expecting Orikasa Fumiko as Wanda... although she already voiced someone previously in One Piece so...

Even if it was a short arc, it gave a lot of valuable information like the origin of the poneglyphs and the link between the Mink tribe and the Kozuki clan from Wano but...

What I wasn’t expecting was how we got introduced to the Whole Cake arc. I came to this arc, thinking the Whole Cake thing won’t be that mentioned and... I ended up crying because of the sacrifice Sanji was willing to partake in... I feel bad for that guy... And since by the time of writing this I’m already in Whole Cake... Without spoilers I’ll say: yeah, no sh*t I was feeling bad for him” (also because I got almost entirely spoiled over all Whole Cake arc).

...but look, ngl, I didn’t like very much the ending of this arc. Probably what happened to Momonosuke and the Millennia old elephant may be more interesting and better explained in the near future but... I was more confused than anything, and I’m hopping it to be better explained in the future. I’ll just leave it as such.

Over all, if I had to choose, I’d say that Dressrosa was more entertaining than Zou... Although Zou did deliver bigger stuff when it comes to plot development, while Dressrosa was more focused on the next step to overthrow a Yonkou than anything, I felt like I had more ”fun” watching Dressrosa... Probably because I also want to get to Wano already.

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Now I’m in Whole Cake arc, I’m more or less by the beggining of the arc and oh boy... This arc is going to be harder than expected and the only thing ready I have are the pocket tissues by my side because I already know I’m going to cry the hell out of this arc. And of course, have my soul utterly destroyed by the Reintroduction of Sanji and his past.

I hope he has a break after this because wow... He needs too many hugs to count. Probably more than Luffy in Marineford.

[mangoofthesea]

Took me a week but I'm here! I was tagged by @abstract-moth

1. Why did you choose your URL?

I decided to do a revamp of my blog last year after having the same blog url and set up for a few years.

I was really into this podcast called You're Wrong About at the time and they had a series on Jessica Simpson and during it they talked about some joke relating to her being made fun of for questioning why a can of tuna had the brand name Chicken of the Sea and i liked the sound of 'of the sea' as the name of something and subed in 'mango' because I really like mangoes and I thought the name as a whole had a cool vibe to it (made these choices all in about 10 minutes the same day I was setting up my new laptop)

2. Any side blogs?

Technically 2 but I don't pose much to them :supernatural-art and spacewordwasaimingforozai, both from different eras of interests

3. How long have you been on Tumblr?

pfffft uhh I wanna say since about 2014 since I've had an account which went unused for around a year then started using it from the beginning of 2015

4. Do you have a queue tag?

sometimes I use q but I will just occasionally queue things really

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I saw loads of screenshots on fb and pinterest of tumblr posts and they made me laugh and I wanted to get in on that, as well as hearing it was good for fandom

6. Why did you choose you icon/pfp?

It was when I was doing the blog revamp and I had the picture saved in a 'to draw' file and thought it was a good vibe

7. Why did you choose your header?

same reason as above but a meme folder

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

This one that I made before falling asleep and woke up to find a lot of people could relate then its just kept going up

9. How many mutuals do you have?

At least about 20 I think, some I don't interact with or see active anymore so probably more like 15 that I see regularly

10. How many followers do you have?

694 wow nice c'mon guys get me to 700

11. How many people do you follow?

398. I honestly thought it would be more

12. Have you ever made a shit post?

Probably????

13. How often do you use tumblr?

Basically every day minus when I delete the app from my mobile for whatever reason for a couple days and only use it sporadically on my computer and am active less

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog?

Had an argument briefly with someone on a post of mine a few years back about an opinion I had for a show (supernatural) and what they were doing with the plot. I think I technically won it mostly by not getting aggressive and just repeating it was an opinion I had that could maybe happen, but I found it so stressful I deleted all reblogs I had done with the discussion on lol

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog” posts?

I think its nice to do and personally I really like reblogging basically everything but get that other people don't. It's something that can be nice to do and feels very tumblr exclusive which is why I like it I think

16. Do you like tag games?

I love them! So thanks @abstract-moth it's been fun getting tagged in stuff again as it's been a couple years since that's been consistent for me

17. Do you like ask games?

Also love!

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

I think maybe akaashiscupofwater as they seem present in the hq fandom quite a bit and I got super excited when they followed me

I’m tagging @wonderlandmoonrose7 , @gats-puckish-rogue , @flannel-wearing-warrior (absolutely no pressure though), and anyone else that wants to do this :)

[incorrecthazbinquotes]

10-15

Thank you! :DD

10. How many fan accounts do you have?

Only 2 at the moment. Obviously I have this one for hazbin hotel, I also have another tumblr account dedicated to stuff purely about Nanbaka, which is my favourite anime :) Besides those, I have a main account, where I just reblog whatever catches my interest or makes me laugh!

11. What is a series you have watched countless times?

Nanbaka! Like I said in the previous question, I even have a different fan account dedicated to it :). I have been a fan of the series for years now, and it’s a series I always come back too, even after I find other series to hyperfixate over, it never truly leaves my mind. I love the characters so much, it almost feels like they are actual friends. It has helped me through a lot of rough patches in my life, as cliche as that sounds.

I’ve actually had the idea for a while now to get a tattoo dedicated to this series and how happy it has made me, I’m still deciding on an exact placement and design (nanbaka fans are free to help ;)), but it is on my to-do list for when covid finally calmes down :)

12. What series are you currently watching?

I’ve been rewatching Avatar the last airbender! I’m almost done though, so once I get some free time from college, I think I’ll finally watch legend of korra

13. Do you have a favourite tv show and if so what is it?

I don’t really watch television anymore, but as a child I loved the simpsons a lot! Me and my dad have also pretty much made it a ritual to watch an episode of Agatha Christie’s Poirot every week together, and I like that one a lot too :)

14. Favourite movie?

I like Ghibli movies and maybe marvel movies too! Can’t really choose a favourite though, I like a lot of different stuff :/

15. What movie have you watched countless times?

I’ve seen Alice in Wonderland a lot, mainly the Tim Burton one. I’ve been writing an Alice in Wonderland au for nanbaka for a while now, so I’ve watched a lot about the story to do it justice :))

Thank you for the ask! It was fun answering :)) Sorry if I made spelling or grammar errors, I’m a little tired 

[paralysis-comic]

yourocsbackstory week 1: parents

|| @yourocsbackstory​ ||

gettin this in niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice and early. tw for vaguely implied child abuse

Baby Blues Act 1, or Gina Takes A Deep Dive

You’ve come to use the phrase “my dad” interchangeably for them both now.

As always, you’re never sure how confusing it is for anyone who’s not, for example, John or Diane; but you maintain that the word for man who raised you and man who (allegedly) had a part in creating you are, at least in English, one and the same. ‘Stepdad’ sounds a bit…

Uptight?

Stilted?

Crass?

No, you reserve stepdad for teachers and police officers. Or – in times where you feel the need to throw all mention of long-dead folks out the window and focus on the more-recently-dead – when mum’s boyfriend is too many syllables to fit into one conc- ah.

No, no, put it down. No, on the sofa. Now stand up. Never mind if you look like Bambi on the ice, no one’s here. Mum’s at work, Dad’s in America, fuck knows where John is, Dad’s in America, remember? Not identifying bodies, not being questioned, not (FUCK!!!!!!) holding this in front of you.

Now stand up.

Pick it up.

Sit down.

Breathe.

Actually, no, get the other one.

You’ve never properly looked through it.

What did you come here for again?

The first one is a bit tatty. That’s how it’s always been. Black, red corners, looks like a photo album you’d see on TV, like in The Simpsons or something. Wait, isn’t that how something from 90’s America should look?

On the inside cover, a tiny “1980-1999” in the top left corner, a normal-sized “To Mimi & Nate, happy anniversary!!!! love Glad & Atticus” (ugh) and a large cut-out message of general condolence that you never bother to read.

And on the first page, before the album proper, two portrait photos taped in.

On the left, in black and white, a thin teenage boy in a suit, and an old lady in a long dress and headscarf. You flip it up, as careful as you’re physically able. There’s some Russian on the back, then some Welsh in the same handwriting. You know neither. Shit. Fuck– And below it, what looks to be the English counterpart:

Just after Sam’s Bar Mitzvah. Never went to another one. Only photo I’ve got of her. D x

You wish you’d had a Bar Mitzvah. Ceri did, but Auntie Lettice didn’t let you go.

Ceri still keeps asking you why.

You bite your nail. God, if you get this emotional over every one, you’ll be here forever. And you can’t even remember why you got them down in the first place. The one on the right, in full 90’s colour, that’s your dad and some guy you don’t know. No one’s told you about him yet. He’s sitting on your dad’s lap, attempting to drum, like you used to do to Charles. It looks professionally done, like a photo of Queen. Blurry hands in the foreground and all. Oh, you never noticed Cadz there at the piano. Adorable.

Theres a note under it. All in English, thank fuck.

Hello boys, found this when I was rummaging around in Mikey’s room, thought you’d like to have it. Give my love to Althea and the kids. Love from Sue xxx

You have never heard those names in your life, although now you’re never sure what you mean by that. It may well be that you and John (and Beth and Gel and Ronnie and Llew and Renée and Meic (and Hector)) have been sat down and told all of this in great detail. You try not to let the name Sue get in your head. You try and think nice thoughts. You don’t have a lot of nice thoughts at this time of year.

You’re not fussed with most of these. You were once, before the novelty of having one very famous, very dead parent wore off for the second time.

The ones at the beginning, you got bored of those ages ago. There’s only so many times you can see a photo on tumblr and still want to reblog it. @fuckyeahgoosnargh never got back to you when you told her to take them down. You like the way their hair looks — Cadz in pigtails, your dad with a vague approximation of Brian May. Reminds you of you, in a mad way.

Some more early ones. The three of them, the four of them, the funeral, the three of them again.

Then a few from gigs. They don’t impress you much. Sure, Cadz is a serviceable musician – he did give you your first banjo, after all – but as a frontman? Come on. And you wish they’d have focused in on one of the others; between the aggressive drummer with black greasepaint over his eyes (still in a suit, by the way) and the tiny guitarist in drag (think John Travolta, not Ru Paul), you can see why you and John turned out the way you did.

The ones in the graveyard are your favourite. Most of them are in black and white, which you’re not a fan of, but there’s one of the whole band, in colour: your dad, Cadz, the woman with the drawn on eyebrows, that Mikey guy, your other dad (he had drawn on eyebrows as well in those days, and his hair was straightened and slicked back), and some other bloke. He kinda looks like your dad but with real eyebrows. Maybe thats the Uncle Gaylord that Nana was on about. He’s not in any of the other photos. Gotta ask her what happened to him next time you see her. If you see her.

Some of your dad and Auntie Al. You like the one of him in the front doorway with the sun coming through, looking over his shoulder at all the boxes on the floor. You wonder why they split up. You wonder– oh, now you remember why youre here. All the ones of Ronnie and Llew must be in another album. Shit.

The next ones are of him in hospital. You’ve no desire to know what was wrong with him – medical stuff makes you cringe now – but he’s very pale and thin, and so is his hair. He looks way too young to be totally grey, even as haggard as he is. At least, with the curl back in, he doesnt look too dishevelled, if you disregard the missing eyebrows. There were ones of Mikey in hospital earlier, but you skipped past those. You don’t want to think about him anymore.

A lot of magazine and newspaper clippings. You’ve read them all before. You’re not in the right mood to read them again, but you do look at the pictures. As you turn the page, a newer and shinier piece of paper falls out. It’s from that one notebook article about you, with the covers of your and your dad’s first (only) solo singles. You’re making the exact same face. You suppose the effect would have been lost now, what with your bleached hair and ruined nose.

Then some of your parents — all four of them. They must have met at the same time. The ones that aren’t in Canada (you don’t need to see those, there’s enough of them on the walls) are in various parts of Wales: Great-Nain and Great-Taid’s village in Glamorgan, Nana’s house in cardiff (not many of those), John’s place, the big house you sometimes call home, the normal-sized house you currently call– huh.

It ends there.

gina: so yeah idk

diane: dude

diane: you know you were just away for 3 hours

diane what the heck were you doing

gina is typing…

[ominousgreeting]

THE SCRIPT:

1. Themes will vary with this blog. Bob is a morbid guy, so I wouldn’t advise following if you’re not used to his character. There will likely be violence, themes of murder and crime, as well as that messed up obsession with wanting to kill Bart Simpson. If you’re not comfortable with that, steer clear!

I will try my best to tag everything. These will be under the format of swearing tw. If you’d like me to tag anything specific, don’t hesitate to ask through anon / inbox / im!

I don’t have any triggers but I do ask you tag all of your NSFW (sexual) content.

I’m of age, and thus I won’t be writing anything to that end with minors. Not that I’d be writing much of it anyway.

2. I’m private, which means I only write with mutuals (this is for my own sanity / comfort; everyone’s cool!). I’ll write with canon, oc, and crossover characters.

Although I’m private, when it comes to following people, I’m selective. We don’t have to have known each other prior to write!

As for following back, I usually take a week tops to do so - but if you’ve hit up my promo, I go through that eventually.

If it’s a crossover, I have to know the fandom and be at least a little bit confident with it. This is so I’m able to work with you, our thread and have muse for it.

I follow the tag #ominousgreeting. If there’s anything you want me to see, like dash commentary, just tag that and x-kit will alert me of your post! I may respond to ic stuff ic stuff if I’m feeling it. 

In that sense, I’m chill with dash shenanigans with most folk, not just mutuals!

Absolutely no godmodding. It ain’t fun, fam. If you’re not sure what this term means, do look it up. This includes powerplaying, metagaming, and other things of that nature. This applies especially in fights if they happen (I’m chance-based and hope that you are too).

I can be picky with OCs. But rest assured, if you’ve followed me/interacted with my promo, I’ll always give your pages a read.

Please don’t be offended if I don’t want to interact with you (and please don’t try to guilt me into doing so!). 

I DON’T CARE ABOUT AESTHETICS. I just think they’re pretty. If you don’t use formatting or anything like that, or heck - even wanna’ just do iconless rp - I have no problem with it whatsoever! It’s you, your writing and your muse I care about!

3. Please don’t rush me for starters or responses.

PLEASE understand that I have blogs galore and my muse tends to fluctuate; this can mean I’m everywhere at once and can end up neglecting a blog or two. It’s nothing personal; you know how muses are!

I have a full-time job (and I’m trying to get into screenwriting in my off-time) so sometimes I’m scrapped for time or exhausted. I'm also an introvert who deals with anxiety and depression, thus that may affect how much / how often I roleplay. If I don’t get chance to respond to anything ic or ooc, it’s nothing personal! Promise!

Chances are, I’ve probably has seen that bit of interactivity and just haven’t gotten around to responding yet.

My roleplaying style being para/multi-para, I may take a while to respond. I hoard drafts like a dragon - it’s really just the motivation to write and ship those out.

I hoard asks, but sometimes can’t find muse or interest for all of them. If it’s been a month or two, generally assume I’m not interested / can’t find muse for it. You’re free to send another though!

I answer asks from anyone - personals, rp blogs and anons. I’ll answer non-mutual asks occaisonally but I won’t be making threads out of them

4. Shippings? If they’re of similar age, sure! With Bob, it’s a little timey whimey since he’s married, but we could figure something out.

If I don’t happen to be interested, don’t force anything on my character.

I do not ship incestuous ships. Do NOT follow/interact if you do.

Also the same rule applies to this next thing. It would go without saying, but given the nature of this fandom... for the love of God, no shipping any of the kids with Bob.

The ship has to have chemistry; I’m generally shipping trash, but if they don’t click, they don’t click, sorry.

This is a multi-ship blog, meaning there will be more than one ship without them conflicting with eachother.

If you want to ship and I already have a ship of your choosing going with a duplicate, please don’t hesitate to hmu! My ships aren’t exclusive and each character/relationship portrayal is unique to me!

Relationships are eternal until you deem otherwise. If you’re not interested in a ship anymore, just let me know!

5. Whilst I am of age, I’m not aiming for sexual content on this blog (and will not be dealing with fetishes). The occasional joke is fine, but anything beyond that makes me uncomfortable, and I typically don’t recommend pulling it with my character if you’re interacting with me. Nonetheless, should it arise, I will tag it appropriately as nsfw //.

6. About reblogs…

I am not a meme source, and reblogs clog up my activity. Please reblog any memes you find on this blog from their SOURCE. The exception to this rule is if there is no source; go ahead.

I don’t feel comfortable with Personals reblogging my IC or OOC posts, so please don’t do that. If I put something in the fandom tags for whatever reason (bar promos), you’re free to, though.

This goes for my art too unless it has the tag ok to rb, but otherwise only the person I drew it for can reblog it. If you wanna’ reblog something, I DO put it on my art blog eventually!

A few times is fine, as it happens, but repeatedly breaking these rules will result in me soft blocking you.

I try to participate in reblog karma as much as I can, but always reblog from the source/a meme source.

If a post or ask is for you, you’re free to reblog it to save it though - but only if you’re an rp blog!

7. I’m a para / multi-para blog, novella if I’m adventurous and have time. Whilst I may roleplay crack threads with shorter responses, this does not apply to all threads I write. This means:

I write my replies as detailed as I can muster, and length can range from 1 paragraph to 6.

Short responses (such as one-liners) in more serious threads where I’ve written a decent deal can instantly kill my muse for that thread.

Whilst I’d prefer for partners to at least somewhat match my length, it’s entirely up to you - just try your best and make sure you give me enough to work with. ♡

If my muse happen to go nuts out of nowhere - like, overboard - don’t stress too much about matching him.

8. Threads! You can yeet asks, memes, and even starters at me if I’ve liked a call! I’ll obviously have my own you can like.

You’re free to like starter calls even if we’re not mutuals; I can check out your blog that way. I still only write starters for mutuals though.

I know pretty much most Bob media, bar the comics because I’ve only read a few of them.

Starter memes are the BEST way to interact me because they just yeet a prompt at my face and really help me write starters. If you see me reblog one, send one!

If you want a certain verse, lemme’ know! Otherwise, I’ll probably default to a post-canon verse.

If you want to turn an ask into a thread, go ahead!

In that sense, I don’t recommend writing starters for me unless we’ve discussed something. I don’t like to leave anyone hanging.

Please don’t assume things about my muse. If you’re uncertain about things, ASK.

IMs are open to mutuals, if you want to do any in-depth plotting. I also have Discord if that’s more convenient for you!

9. Guidelines on mains and relationships:

If we’re mutuals and we interact a lot, you’re welcome to ask me if I’d like to be your main!

Please don’t be offended if I deny, though; I typically want to pick those I trust to be my mains as well as people I can comfortably write with.

Not limited to them! I roleplay with duplicates galore so don’t be afraid to hit me up if you want to interact!

Pre-established relationships are a-okay in my book; if you have an idea for a relationship between our muses we can work towards, hit me up! I reblog those pre-established relationship memes every so often too. Romantic relationships link back to the shipping guidelines.

Also, friendship/family/rivalry relationships are EXTREMELY valid to me - so don’t feel scared about asking for them!

10. If you have any issues, please let me know and hopefully we can resolve it!

Mun is actually super nice, so don’t be afraid to hit her up!

I am absolutely terrible with IMs and Discord. I either respond quickly or days later, depends on my mood. Social anxiety tends to interfere with this (and more recently exhaustion from work) - but honestly, if you’ve sent something, I’ve likely read it and just haven’t gotten around to it yet! It’s nothing personal; trust me!

Please leave me out of drama; I’m here to have a good time, as is everyone else, and it pains me to see people arguing.

This is a little different with callouts - if I see anything on dash pertaining to any problematic users, I will take it into consideration and rb it if I believe them to be harmful.

11. To retierate, I tend to follow those that:

Write para and whom I feel my muse would click with.

Seem chill? Tone can really intimidate me honestly.

Have rules and about pages! Knowing the boudaries of my rp partners is super important as well as their lovely muses! Sometimes rules are enough, though, if you’re going to write the about eventually.

Tag their nsfw.

Don’t have massive icons - ie, have rp icons that take up an entire text post like 500x500 or something. I don’t want to clog the dash and it’s tiring to resize them.

…also, if I follow your hub blog (provided it doesn’t double as a personal), it generally means I’m cool with any blogs that are attached to it.

12. On threads…

If you’re not interested in a thread anymore, and would like to drop it, please let me know! I’d feel terrible if we’re both not having fun with it or if partners feel overwhelmed with the amount of threads we have.

Honestly, unless I let you know, our threads have no expiry date - so no need to worry about me dropping them without telling you. I can just be quite slow sometimes.

13. Mun does not equal muse! Anything my muse might say does not reflect on how I think unless I explicitly say so.

14. Know that if I follow you, I WANT to interact with you.

I literally couldn’t care less about follower counts. I care about YOU guys and our interactions.

15. Rules may be subject to change.

Please like this post if you’ve read the rules! You don’t have to, but it’s of personal reassurance to me if you have.

[darkwingsnark]

are there any blogs that you recommend that you follow? Sorry if this is super vague but im looking for more blogs like you where it's about a bunch of fandoms and older cartoons. If you could suggest your top 5 at least that would be helpful and lead me in the right direction (when you get the time of course!) Ive been searching myself but it's hard to find blogs to follow that are similar to yours (;﹏;) thank you and i adore your blog and art very much! ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

That’s a good question, actually. I usually don’t necessarily think of the fact that most of the toons I reblog are for older shows– they’re just shows i grew up with and still like to this day. But i also enjoy a lot of modern cartoons, too. That said, i can at least point you in the right direction of some people.

@micaxiii is another mixed bag blogger– reblogging cartoons from both older shows and newer ones. They also draw fanart for said shows– as well as being the fellow creator of @darkwing-beyond. I would read their about for further info.

@mistress-negs is pretty much one of my go to people for specifically Darkwing Duck stuff– and sometimes general duck fandom/disney afternoon. Also lots of cats. Cats are good. She’ll also post art from time to time. Her about. 

@an-anxious-misconception is one swell dude. Another person who’s mostly into ducks– but that also sometimes spills into cartoon animal shows as well. Plus he also draws and reblogs a lot of fanart. His about. 

@modmad has a variety of interests: from original content, to anime, to a lot of older cartoons– like more duck related content. (Sorry this is one of my main interests so I end up following a lot of duck stuff.) Oh! She’s also one of the few people I’ve seen to give believable depth to Gladstone, which i greatly appreciate. Their about. 

@celebi9– Lots of cartoons– from older ones to newer ones. Likes anime and video games as well. She reblogs from others as well as creates her own art. (Her style is beyond adorable, and I especially like when she tackles disney properties and stuff like ‘Sam and Max’.) I don’t see an about, but checking out the archives might clue you in on if you want to follow.

EDIT: @theothersideshowmel ! Oh god how did i forget her! Into a lot of different cartoons– nicktoons and classic cartoon network alike. And adult cartoons like Space Ghost and the Simpsons. ALSO LOTS OF GREAT ART. Can’t find an about, but here is a list of tags.

And that’s all i can think of off the top of my head. But just in case…

PLEASE PIMP YOURSELF OUT, PEEPS, IF YOU THINK YOUR BLOG FITS THIS DESCRIPTION.

[tea-and-toblerones]

Unison Chapter 4- We'll Blast the Stereo and We'll Drive to Madagascar

Are you ready for a date- Teddy Style? 

As always comments, feedback, whatever is encouraged. Every like, every reblog, every comment makes my day!

The first part of the week had flew by mostly due to work and the fact that everyday seemed to be a new catastrophe that left me there long after I was due to leave. Slowly I had fallen back into my old routine. Waking up, going for a run, shower and off to work. When I had climbed out of the shower Tuesday to a text that read ‘Have a good day at work x’ I giggled. Actually giggled.  I would like to say it made my day, which it did. Until I got to work and had to sit through a long meeting complaining about how deadlines were being missed and too much time was being wasted on frivolous things. Someone’s muttered comment about this being the biggest frivolous thing, (Most likely Louis) that had ended up extending the rant for at least another fifteen minutes.

Then came Thursday. When I had called about getting more contacts I was told that I was due for my exam and I should just  come in. I hated the eye doctor. The puffs of air. The ‘one or two’ ‘two or three’ when they all ending up looking the same. I had messaged Ed that morning asking if today really had to exist.

“Why? What’s wrong with today?’

“I hate going to the doctor.”

His response was almost immediate “Are you okay? Are you sick?”

“I’m fine, it’s an eye appointment. I just hate going to them.”

I was sitting in the waiting room, half watching house hunters that was playing on the tv. My fingers tapping against the arm of the chair. I almost didn’t hear my notification go off, I was so wrapped up with worry.

“They’re a pain, sure, but to want to skip the whole day. That’s bit extreme, innit. Why do you hate them that much?”

“It’s a long story that I really don’t want to type out.”

I heard my name called and slid my phone back in my pocket and went back into the exam room. After the standard routine, the doctor put her clipboard down. “Now let’s get a good look at that left eye. Have you noticed any loss of vision, blind spots, things look slightly skewed or wavy?” I shifted a bit as she was listing off problems. She must have noticed because she looked up from what she was doing. “Adelia?” It almost sounded like she caught a naughty child reaching into the cookie jar.

“Yeah…I’ve noticed that I have problems seeing stuff that’s in front of me. Kinda like I can’t focus on it. It’s like it can tell something’s there but it can’t tell what…” I drift off, staring down at my hands. I had just gotten into the habit of closing it whenever I needed to focus on something.

“Let’s see what’s going on in there, shall we?” After alot of hmms and ahhhs, I was told to stop wearing my contacts and to come back in a month to see if it had improved but it had looked like there could be new scar tissue forming.  I trudge out of the office slipping on my sunglasses. I knew that I was most likely going to get bad news which is half the reason I kept shoving it off. I had told myself that I just needed a new prescription, nothing more. I still held a shred of hope that it wouldn’t get any worse.

Since I had the rest of the day off I went home after picking up my new glasses,.I felt slightly guilty, though I only left two hours early. After a couple hours had passed I had remembered that I had been chatting with Ed before I went in. I still wasn’t used to having steady conversations with somebody. Most of them were either work related or quick ask a question, get a response, end of story types of conversations. Nothing with substance. “Why don’t you tell me about it over dinner? Like tomorrow night?” I instantly perk up. It’s confirmed, there’s a date. I knew I shouldn’t have been surprised but there was a little part of me that was worried he would be put off by my brashness. Once it had clicked in that this poor boy had sat in suspense for hours waiting on my reply, I didn’t let the fact I really couldn’t really see my screen stop me. “If kove to! What tike shuilf I meet upu?” I had hoped that my fingers would just know where each key was. The fact that my phone was ringing told me they had betrayed me. Guess I haven’t texted enough for the keyboard to be committed to muscle memory. I guess I’m a terrible millennial. “Cough twice if you’re being held hostage and you need me to come and save you.” He asked jokingly “Is that what it takes for you to come running over?” Keeping my voice light and teasing “That’s mean, innit?” His reply was heavily ladened with mock pain “Besides, you don’t want to be the girl who cried sheep.” “I think- I think you mean wolf Ed. It’s the boy who cried wolf.” “Is it?” There was a brief pause, “I thought he went around going 'the sheep, the sheep.’” The high pitched way he said the sheep and the fact I could practically hear his arm waving around caused a laugh to bubble up. “Hmm…Anyway, don’t do that unless you want a very upset Teddy on your hands. Just ask me to meet up.” “Well we wouldn’t want that.” I pause “I gotta ask-” He already knew what I was asking before it left my mouth. “It’s a nickname from when I was younger. People that are close to me call me that still.” I had the image of a small red headed boy with fuzzy looking hair that went everywhere. It brought a smile to my face. “It’s fitting. You’re pretty cuddly.” After it came out of my mouth I cringe. That’s what every guy wants to hear. You’re cute and cuddly. “Not always.”  There was something about the way he said that that made me think there was something more to it than what he was letting on. Before I could ask or put more thought into he had started talking again. “But onto more important matters. I’m guessing that message was saying you saying yes?” “It was. What time should I be at your suite?” “Let’s say 7? Does that give you enough time to get ready after work?” “Plenty. I can’t wait to see what you’ve got up your sleeve.” “I honestly don’t know how I’m gonna top the Simpsons date. That’s usually like what, a third or fourth date? We’re going backwards.” He had a point. We had already spent the night together, but who says we have to follow some strict dating flowchart? “That’s what makes it fun, innit?” Mimicking his often used phrase. “Though we did have a meal first, so I’d say that’s cliché.” “In our pajamas. At 2 in the morning.” “Yknow what we should do then? The most cliché date ever. Dinner and a movie.” He was silent for a moment as he thought it over “How 'bout dinner and let me plan what comes after?” “Oh?” I reply slyly “What do you have in mind?” “Oh aren’t you dirty. You’ll just have to wait and see, love.” His voice dropping to a sultry growl when he said love that caused me to shiver. “Mmm, either way, I can’t wait to see what you have planned.” “See you tomorrow.” I could hear the smile in his voice “See you tomorrow Ed.”

******************************************************* Ed’s POV

I was in the middle of lunch when I hear my phone ring. I almost didn’t answer it, whoever it was could wait until I was finished eating. Yet I found my hand reaching for the small device. When I saw Adi’s name on the screen I hit the accept button. It was the middle of the day so it must be important for her to call while she was at work.

“Adi, are you okay?” A variety of scenarios were running through my head. She got hurt, she got fired, somebody died.

“Hey, Ed.” I could hear regret tainting her voice and my heart both sank and somehow leapt in my throat. “I might have to push our date back a bit. They just dropped alot  of work on me because apparently Nobody knows how to enter shit into a computer. And this all needs to be in today. I’m hoping to be out of here by 6 but I thought I’d give you a heads up in case I’m running behind.” I could hear some furious clacking in the background.

At least she’s not cancelling on me. “I’ll be here waiting for you whenever you get done. Just keep me filled in okay. And hey, don’t be too hard on yourself. Or that keyboard.” I hear her huff but the clacking didn’t lighten up. “Oh and if you’re thinking about skipping lunch, don’t. Angry Teddy, y'know?”

The clacking stops and I hear a drawer being pulled open and what sounded like a wrapper crinkling, “There, are you happy?” Her mouth full, apparently to make a point that she was eating something. The typing had started up again, but was significantly less agitated than before.

“There had better be more than that granola bar.” She had mentioned she kept some in her desk when she needed a pick me up during the day. Since she had produced something on such short notice that had to be it.

There’s a long silence before, “How’d you know it was a granola bar? Are you here now?” Her voice creeping up.  I could picture the bar sticking out her mouth so her hands were free to continue typing, her head turning, frantically looking for me lurking in a corner.

“No, you told me you kept some in your desk, remember?”

“Oh, oh that’s right. I did didn’t I?” A breath of relief fell out of her mouth. That was a bit odd…though I guess I would be weirded out too.

“You know what they say, work hard, play hard.” I hear her snort and mutter something about all she got was a hard time. “But you go, work and get that done so we can have fun tonight.”

“Okay, well I’m going to go tackle this.”

“Okay, see you tonight”

I close my phone, setting it on the table before returning to my lunch. Being in the music business I was used to plans shifting. Nothing was ever set in stone. People come around asking things like hey, so and so is having a gig, want to swing by? Or there’s a wicked party happening at this house, wanna hit it up? She was annoyed, that much was blatantly clear. Even in her texts I could tell her mood hadn’t improved much. It made me wonder just how much work they had shoved on to her. By the way it was looking she would be out before 7 so everything would still be on time. I had started getting ready and at 6:45 she had messaged saying she just left and was just going home to change and be right over.  

The place I had picked was nice, with a laid back feel to it. I wasn’t a fan of overly fancy places. Last time I had dined at one they looked at me like I had rolled in filth and sat down at the table when I asked for a bottle of ketchup. Ever since then I’ve avoided them as much as I could. Plus the food was amazing, the best I’ve found in the city.

There was a knock on my door a little after 7. I pulled door open, my eyes falling on Adi, who’s face quickly broke into a smile. She had chosen a sleeveless dress with a white lacy top, with a deep reddish purple collar. The skirt was the same reddish purple shade, knee length, the type that flairs out when spinning. A small silver purse was across her body. I also noticed her glasses were different. The frames were a bigger, yet the edges were actually thinner. They still black but less rectangular and looked more like an upside down trapezoid. They suited her quite well.

After I found my voice I stutter out “Wow, you look amazing.”

“I wasn’t sure what we were doing so I thought I’d play it safe. You look pretty good yourself.”

I look down at what I was wearing, a navy blue button up and jeans. I grab my key and card before closing the door behind me. Her mood had drastically improved since the last time I had talked to her. She was practically skipping down the hallway.

“I hope you like pasta, the place we’re going has an amazing penne alla vodka.”

She let out a pretty unlady like snort “Who doesn’t like pasta?”

“People who choose not to eat carbs.”

“You don’t want those types in your life anyway. They’re usually bitches. Probably wouldn’t be so cranky if they’d eat some damn bread.” She shook her head in disbelief.

“Then you’re going to love this place.”

“Good cos I’m starving.”

**********************************************

As we walked through the restaurant I turned my focus on her. She was looking around the room with a sort of child like wonderment. The top half of walls were covered in thousands of old vintage photos that were placed close together while the bottom was covered in wood planks. There were party lights strung along the walls between the photos adding a light party vibe. The tables were covered in a red and white checked pattern, surrounded by either dark wood chairs with either red or green cushions or red booths. I nudge her arm and point up to the ceiling that was covered in posters. Since I had came through a couple times I had a good rapport with most of the staff. They had led us to a separate room, so we could dine in peace. There was more of an intimate feel, the lights were dimmed and the ceiling was covered in a wine rack, with vines and bundles of grapes woven through to mimic a vineyard. She slid into the booth and  I debated on whether I should sit beside her or not. Eventually deciding to just sit across from her.

“Ed this place is wonderful!” Her eyes sparkling as she looked at the pictures on the wall. That smile playing across her face again.

“I wish it was warm enough to sit outside. It’s decorated like a plaza in Italy. Busts, fountain, you’ve got this,” I point the the ceiling, “I don’t know what it’s called, spanning over head. Light music playing.”

“It sounds delightful, but I love right where we are. Now, down to business.” She flipped her menu open scanning through the dishes. I put my hand on the menu  lowering it down. Her eyes flicked up. They were a light green shade today, with specks of moss and a bit of bark around the edges.

“I should probably add that dishes are served family style.”

“So we’ll be sharing.” She flipped the menu closed. “I’ll let you pick.”

“Are you sure? I’m okay with eating whatever-” She waved her hand, brushing me off.

“I saw the way your eyes lit up when you were talking about the vodka penne. There is no way I’m denying you that. And I want to see if it’s as good as you say.”

This woman…the last girl I was with was picky about everything she ate. Not to mention she went through every food fad you could think of. It made going out to dinner a real hassle. Not that we really did alot anyway, with me being away all the time.

By that time that time the waiter had arrived, the same one I usually had, a fellow by the name of Phillip.

“Ed! It’s so great to see you again. Oh, you brought a lady this time. Fine choice I must say and a good decision bringing her here too.” Sending a wink her way causing her skin to gain a slight pink glow and laugh to fall from her lips. “Now, is it going to be the usual or are we going with something different? Shall I suggest the spaghetti and meatballs? Have yourself a real 'Lady and the Tramp’ moment.” His eyebrows wiggling.

“Well Phillip, I talked the penne alla vodka up and now Adi wants to try it.”

He glanced over to her, which she nodded in agreement. “It’s true. If you could have seen his face…well I’m guessing you have, considering…how could I say no to that?”

“If there’s anything you’d like to sample, just let me know. One of the best things about being seated at the chef’s table is you get to try a bit of everything.”

She looked surprised for a second, her eyes darting around the room before she responded “I like pasta.” Which caused me to snort because she was usually so full of words. She seemed to realise this wasn’t a complete thought so she added “So whatever you recommend us try will be alright with me.”

“See, at least one of you is adventurous.” He shot my direction, with a teasing smile, “Now, drinks?”

I ponder for a moment, nowhere near an expert on wine pairings. “Whatever pairs best with our food.” I turn to Adi “Do you have a preference?”

“Not usually, but I’m feeling red tonight.” There was a small smile on her lips. Like an inside joke I wasn’t in on.

Phillip nodded, scooping up our menus. “I’ll be right back with your wine.”

As soon as he was out of earshot Adi whip around to me “This is the chef’s table?” she hissed.

“Yep, the kitchen is right through that door. Why did you think there was only one table here?”

She shrugged. “Didn’t put much thought in it really. Make sense I 'spose.”

Sometimes by the way she talks and reacts to things, it’s almost like she forgets who I am. That I’m not just a dorky English boy here for Uni or a holiday. Well, I guess I was technically here on holiday. Poor choice. It did bring up one concern for me. How would she handle being linked to someone so well known. Would she melt under the scrutiny? Would it all go to her head and I create a horrible monster? Would she turn out to be just like Al? Cold, greedy and only out for herself? Dropping people as soon as they weren’t any use to her? As I watched her laughing and joking with Phillip, I shoved that thought out of my mind. No she’s too sweet to ever be that cold.

Once Phillip left after dropping of our bottle of wine I decided to turn the subject to something that had been eating at me for the past 36 hours.

“So, why do you hate the eye doctor so much?”

She was taking a sip of her wine, savoring the flavor before she swallowed. “Okay, wow, that’s great wine.” She set the glass down, “Because I don’t want to hear I have to have another surgery on my eye.”

“Another surgery? So you’ve already had one?”

I saw her shift slightly, “Yeah…to fix the damage from when this happened.” She pointed to her scar. “There’s a chance that more scar tissue can develop that would cause them to have to go back in and fix it again.”

“Can you see out it?”

She nodded. “Yeah, but it’s, oh how did the doctor put it….” She thought for a moment before shaking her head. “I can’t really focus on things. It’s like how when you wake up in the morning and everything’s out of focus.”

That explained why she shot pool with one eye closed. It threw her off if she tried it with them both open.  "So, do you have to have surgery?“

“No, not yet but I have to go back in a month to check it again. She thinks there might be some starting. We’re going to see if my new glasses help.”

“No more contacts?”

“No more contacts.” She seemed slightly upset about that.

“Well, not that you asked but, I like you with your glasses Especially those new ones.”

“Oh?” She reached up and adjusted them. “I’ll have to keep that in mind then.”

When Phillip brought out our meal Adi’s mouth dropped open. One of the things they pride themselves in is making sure you don’t go home hungry. The dish took up the majority of the table, roughly the size of a large pizza and it was filled way past the top in a glorious mountain of pasta.

“That’s alot of pasta.” She stuttered out. She doesn’t know about Teddy Two Meals. She’s going to learn tonight.

Phillip laughed “You said you liked pasta. And your date, really, really likes pasta. Trust me, you’ll be grateful when I bring out some others to try.”

“Ed, there’s no way we can eat all this! And more? No way. Nun uh.”

I grab a fork and begin digging in. “You underestimate my power, love.”

Her eyebrow flew up with a slight smile. “All that power but you don’t have the high ground so…” She winked before sticking her fork in her mouth, her eyes falling closed and moaning. “Oh my god, this is amazing.”

So, she reacts that way to pasta, I wonder how she’ll react to my…no, Ed, don’t go there. I shove the thought out of my head and decide to vocalise “You know Star Wars?” instead.

“Mhmm, me and Nate used to watch them all the time when we were little.”

“I’ve got a lego Death Star that I put together while I was on tour. Ended up getting dropped while being moved but I got another one and it’s at my house back home…” Okay, well she probably thinks you’re nothing but a giant man child now.

“You have any now?” She was spearing a couple noodles onto her fork. Phillip had brought us separate plates but both of us seemed perfectly content eating it straight from the bowl.

“What, any legos? No, why?”

She shrugged “Thought it was something we could do on down days. You seem to enjoy building them by the way your face lit up.”

“I’m definitely going to pick some up now.” Is she even real? There’s no way I find someone like this after how low I’ve sunk. That’s just not how the world works.

I soon found out I had no reason to worry about being childish. She had flipped one of the noodles around in her mouth and was now blowing it like a whistle while crossing her eyes, causing me to spit some of my wine back in my glass. She grinned as she chewed, seeming pretty proud of herself. Part of me wondered if the wine had something to do with it. She was definitely alot more giggly than she was earlier. When Phillip brought a smaller plate of spaghetti and meatballs she turned to him and blurted out,

“Those meatballs are huge! You’re killing me Phillip. You’re killing me with pasta but if that’s how I go, that’s how I go.” She stuck her fork into it, cutting off a piece. A part of me wanted to say I had plenty of practice with big balls since I washed mine everyday but it seemed a little too crude to say at the table in a restaurant

. Despite what Phillip had said, the first time I came here I sampled everything so I knew what to expect. She was right, the meatballs were huge, the size of tangerines. I decided to pay her back for the recorder noodle by doing the same thing with the spaghetti. It backfired, slapping against my face, splattering sauce all over me and my glasses causing her to burst out laughing. Another perk of being at the chef’s table. We could be as loud as we wanted and not disturb another diner.

When the chef came out, Adi leaned forward and whispered “You think he’s gonna yell at us cos we’re being obnoxious?” Turns out he was pleased with all the laughter. According to him good food should bring about lots of laughter and joy. He wasn’t wrong. We chatted a bit with him, before he left and came back with our final dish, a giant slice of cheesecake topped with cherries. He was beaming with all the praise she was giving him about the food and said we deserved it. When he set the slice on our table she groaned saying how there was no way she could eat cheesecake on top of all the pasta.

“Ah come on, there’s a second stomach for dessert.”  I sang as sank my fork into the thick, creamy filling. I held my fork out for her to take a bite. She stared at it for a moment before leaning forward and taking it into her mouth. She muttered fuck it, grabbed her fork and dug in with me.

Once everything was finished and plates cleared away (Adi muttering in disbelief that we ate every bit of it) we chatted for a little bit before we went to the second part of the date. Her hand found mine on the ride, her head resting on my shoulder. I was starting to worry that maybe it was too much food and I had put her into a food coma when I saw her eyes were closed, with a smile on her face. When the taxi stopped in front of Uni’s she perked up, looking slightly puzzled.

“We’re not recreating our meeting our we? I don’t think I could handle that hangover two weeks in a row. Also, I don’t think the food will taste as good coming back up.”

“No, I saw that they had karaoke so I thought we could enjoy a show. That way we can still talk if we want to.”

She patted my arm in an apologetic way. “Karaoke Night is Saturday. Friday’s are performances.”

“Still good, innit? They aren’t all metalcore are they?” I didn’t think I could handle another round of blaring metal music.

“No, they have a pretty big variety come through here. It’s usually acoustic stuff.”

We head in and Adi leads me upstairs to the staging area. I glance at the pool table where we were playing a week ago, a smile coming across my face at the memory. There wasn’t as many people here tonight, so we were able to get a table with a good view of the stage. I went to get drinks as she settled in, asking for a whisky and coke. As I was waiting on the drinks the guy who was performing tonight came on stage. Lightly teased light brown hair, slight beard. Plain grey sweater with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, pair of jeans and what looked like vans, holding a guitar. He certainly didn’t look like he played metal. He gave off more of a folk music vibe. I sat down beside Adi, placing her drink in her hands. She thanked me, taking a sip.

After he finished tuning he began singing. His voice was on the deeper side, with a definite folk sound. He sounded pretty good, I could tell he was used to playing in front of people because his stage presence was solid. He’d play an original song, then a cover to keep everyone involved and interested. He also took requests that were shouted out and his banter was light and fun. Mostly poking fun at himself.  

“So come on, get higher, loosen my lips Faith and desire and the swing of your hips Just pull me down hard And drown me in love.”

I look over to see Adi with her eyes closed mouthing the words along with him, swaying in her seat. Her fingers idly playing with the stir stick in her drink. Once he finishes the song I lean over to her “Do you know him?” Of course she could have just known the song but the way her face brightened when he started talking told me better.

“Mhmm, that’s Levi. He’s one of the regulars, he plays here at least once a month. He was a part of our group. We kinda fell apart when this place caught fire. Chances are this is his first time performing since they’ve reopened.”

“Why don’t you invite him to have a couple drinks with us once he’s done?”  My question seemed to surprise her.

“You sure? We are on a date after all.” She took a swig of her drink, draining the last bit of it.

“Yeah, why not? We had the romantic part.” She snorted, probably remembering the sauce splattered all over my glasses. “Okay, we had the dinner part.”

She shrugged “Okay, yeah, it’ll be great to catch up.”

It wasn’t too much longer he was wrapping up his set. Adi had hopped out of her chair and weaved her way to the  edge of the stage where he was putting his guitar away. She tapped him on the shoulder and when he turned around I could see the surprise on his face from where I was sitting. He had pulled her into a hug and I hadn’t realised how tall he was until then. Granted, Adi was short, I had at least five inches if not more on her but this guy. This guy towered over her. When they had reached the table I had stood up.

“Levi, this is-” Adi had started, but he had cut her off.

Dammit I was curious at how she was going to introduce me.

“Oh, I know exactly who this is.” He didn’t look star struck or even remotely surprised. No, I couldn’t quite put my finger on that expression. His voice was pleasant enough. My face however must have looked worried because he clapped a hand on my shoulder. “No worries, everyone’s a family here. You’re safe. What happens at Uni, stay’s at Uni. Unless you take them home with you.”

He held his hand out, which I took, my hand dwarfed in his. I was also surprised by how rough it was. “Nice to meet you Levi.”

He nodded, pointing at the bar. “I’ll buy the next round. What are you guys having?”

When he left to get the drinks I looked over to Adi “Did you tell him who you were here with when you asked?” I asked casually

“No, I just asked if he wanted to join me and the guy I was with for drinks. Why?”

Well, that’s vague. “Because he didn’t seem surprised at all to see me. It surprised me as all.”

“Don’t know what to tell you. Maybe he doesn’t get starstruck easy. Besides, I thought you like that?”

“I do.”

She reached over and grabbed my hand. “He wasn’t lying when he said no one would say you were here.” Before I could answer he had came back with our drinks. He pulled a chair up from the neighboring table and settled in across from Adi. I decided to strike up a conversation “So Levi, what do you do for a living, or do you sing full time?”

“I’m a contractor, but singing professionally is a dream of mine. But you don’t want to hear about my boring life. Your life is where it’s at. What’s it like touring and being on the road?”

“Lonely.” I had said, without really thinking much about it. Both of them looked at me, Levi confused, Adi with sympathy. Deciding that I was not about to bring the mood down, I quickly add “But it’s never a dull moment. Seeing all these different places. It’s surreal. It really makes you appreciate the little things though. Like beds and a homecooked meal. God, I haven’t had a proper fry up in ages.” I added as an afterthought.

“What’s a fry up?” Adi chimed in. “Oh, um, it’s breakfast.”

“It’s different in Britain?” Levi had asked, mildly curious

“Yeah, kinda, it’s similar, but there are some differences. You don’t really find it here in the States.”  I shrugged it off, taking a drink of my beer. I didn’t want to spend the night discussing the difference between English and American foods.

Levi’s attention had turned to Adi “So, what have you been up to? Surely you’ve gotten that promotion by now. You were working your ass off to get brought up the last time you were here.”

“Ah…no…not yet…I’m still chugging away, yknow doing all the stuff they’re too lazy to do themselves.”

He shook his head. “They’re idiots then. No one deserves it more than you.”

“Yeah, well try telling that to Greg.” She muttered bitterly. “I almost didn’t get to make our date because of him.”

His eyes widened at that, and for a brief moment there was a look of shock that rushed across his face. There it was, the reaction I had been waiting for, even though he tried his best to conceal it. “Wait, if you’re on a date, why am I here? I’m intruding.”

He made to get up but I stopped him, “Nah mate, stay.”

“You sure?” He was half hovering over his seat.

“Yeah, stay. Everything’s funner with friends, innit?”

He sank back down, taking another swig of his beer. I wasn’t sure why I wanted him to know that she was here with me. He hadn’t been acting like he was interested in her. They really did seem like nothing more than old friends. It was just something about the way he said I know exactly who this is. There was almost a distrust or anger behind it. Then it clicked. He’s saw the articles the gossip sites have wrote about me. How I was quickly burning out, spiralling out of control with alcohol and drug abuse. How I cheated on my ex. How my holiday was a ruse and I was really in rehab. He must have believe all of it. Even if most of it was lies, people just love a scandal. He thinks I’m bad news…maybe he’s right…

We had spent a majority of the night with me telling them about crazy celebrity stories and what he had to look forward to when he made it big. I had promised to send a copy of his demo off to some bigwigs in the industry.

“-I ended up waking up in Jennifer Aniston’s sun room. Not even shitting you. I didn’t even know where I was. I just knew it was bright as fuck and my head was throbbing. It took me a minute to remember what had happened the night before. She probably had no clue I passed out there. I just got up, grabbed my shit and left.”

They were both laughing hysterically, Adi’s cheeks were flushed from laughing so much, mixed with the amount of alcohol we’d consumed. I could feel the warming effects myself. Levi pushed his chair back and stood up.

“Well as much fun as it’s been kids, I’m gonna call it a night and head home.”

He gave Adi a quick hug and me another handshake before heading out the door. I look over at Adi and I could tell she was getting tired as well.  

“You want to head out too?”

She nodded, stifling a yawn behind her hand, the other one coming up under her glasses rubbing her eye. She such a cute sleepy girl. I settled the tab and we headed out the door. The cool air waking me up a bit.

“I only live a block away from here if you wanna walk there.”

“A block away, huh? Alright, lets go.” As we were walking I remember her saying something about the bar catching fire. Which explained why some of the bricks were blackened. I just assumed it was some jackasses playing around with booze and lighters, seeing how could make the biggest fireball “Hey, didn’t you say they had to rebuild this cos it burned down?’

"Yep. Took out most of the block.”

“So…you were living here when it happened.”

“Yep…..” She paused, “I was actually supposed to be there that night. I fell asleep and got woken up by all the commotion. The firetrucks, people running through the halls banging on doors telling everyone to get up.”

“Jesus, that sounds awful.”

“Yeah…yeah it was awful…” She had a far away look in her eyes but snapped out of it pretty quickly. “But luckily no one got hurt. So there’s the silver lining I guess.” She pulled a door open and we began climbing stairs. Flight after flight after flight. “Sorry, I live at the top…If  I would have thought about it I would have just used the elevator.” Her voice echoing through the empty stairwell.

We finally reached the top and she led me to her door. She lingered outside it for a moment. “I had a great time, though I’m pretty sure I could have a great time with you anywhere.”

“Oh? Well, we might have to test that.” Grinning at her.

“What you got?

"Off the top of my head? Traffic jam.”

“Oh, you mean an impromptu sing along? Blast the stereo and just jam? Oh, god, the horror.” I laughed, then realised I was being kinda loud so I bit down on my bottom lip. “You’re fucking sexy as hell when you do that.” she uttered it almost like a confession.

My mouth was on hers before she could react. She wasn’t thrown for long, her arms coming around my waist, pulling me tighter to her. I gently backed her into the door, pressing her against it. My hands running down her body, brushing over her hips. She responded by sliding her tongue into my mouth. Her hands had slid down and was now gripping my ass, tongue still expertly exploring my mouth. I slid my hand under her skirt, dragging my fingers along her bare thigh. She didn’t pull away, if anything, it seemed to spur her along. I glided over to her panties, rubbing her over the fabric, which caused her to moan lightly. I moved the fabric aside, running a finger along her slit, which was beginning to become slick. When I slipped my finger inside she moaned louder into my mouth. When I added my middle finger she groaned loudly. Her hold on me tightened and I continued to slide my fingers in and out of her curling them inward slightly as I did so. Then, without warning, she broke away.

“No, not like this Ed.” Her voice was soft

“Wot? Do you not like it?” I asked confusingly. She seemed to be enjoying it a moment ago.

“ I do, just, not while we’re drunk. I want you but not like this. I don’t want sloppy drunken sex. I want…” She trailed off, her eyes falling to the floor.

The drunken haze  seemed to lift and I realised the indecency of the situation. The skirt of her dress as bunched up to her stomach, her panties shoved aside.  I was finger fucking her in her hallway for anyone to see. She was right, I wanted her but not like this. She’s not an one night stand, someone that I’d  fuck and never see again. I pull my fingers out and adjust her skirt for her.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Adi, I’m so sorry. I’m a fucking ass.”

She unlocked her door, pushing it open.  "You gave me plenty of time to say no and stopped when I did.“ She jerked her head toward the door,  "Now, come on, let’s get some coffee in you.”

[texcsfcrevera]

MUN STUFF. remember to repost, not reblog.

tagged by: @temperproblem tagging: @doesntfollowrules ​

NAME:  summer

GENDER:  female

EYE COLOR:  hazel

HAIR COLOR: dark blonde (think jenna’s hair from tvd)

RELATIONSHIP STATUS:  painfully single

ZODIAC: cancer

FAVORITE COLOR: grey

FAVORITE SEASON:  winter

FAVORITE PLACE:  the library

FAVORITE HOLIDAY: CHRISTMAS. I’M HOLLY JOLLY AF

FAVORITE VIDEO GAME:  the american mcgee’s alice games even though i suck at them

LAST SHOW YOU WATCHED:  currently watching the Simpsons

WHAT’S YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT YOUR MUSE?: i have a love/hate relationship with tim. deep down he’s a really great guy, and i always feel the need to protect him from what they did to him in the first two seasons (and more after that, but still) but i also think he’s kind of a dick when he makes stupid decisions, and he rarely ever makes the BEST decision out there

WOULD YOU DATE YOUR MUSE?: i mean.... yeah, i think so. off of first impressions, no. i will fully admit i’ve never had a real relationship (society anxiety and the people in my town being dicks, never giving me a chance bc i didn’t meet their “beauty standards” of a stick thin blonde cheerleader) and i haven’t been kissed since i was 12. so his come-on-strong attitude would definitely put me off, but like... knowing how he treats the girls he’s with and everything, i think i’d definitely want to date him after i got to know him/got comfortable

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE KINDS OF THREADS?:  i specialize in angst, tbh. plus, tim is the perfect conveyor for angst. but i do also like cute shippy threads too. angst is just my favorite

WHY – i just don’t feel like i’m good at writing other threads tbh

ARE YOU A SELECTIVE ROLEPLAYER?: eh. yes and no. i’ll fully admit that every once in a while i’ll come across someone and i’m just like “no this won’t work” and there have definitely been people in the past that i wrote with more because i didn’t have a real reason NOT to write with them, but i wasn’t thrilled about it. that hasn’t happened anymore, but it was definitely there in the past. i usually give everyone a chance before deciding i don’t want to write with them, though

DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE MUSE?:  i love my jeremy blog. don’t get me wrong. but he’s definitely tied with tim for my favorite atm

WHAT MADE YOU DECIDE TO JOIN THE FANDOM?: honestly? i was on netflix one day and saw friday night lights, and i remembered it was one of those shows that just... everyone loved when it came out and they were always talking about it, so i watched it to figure out what the big deal was (same goes for gossip girl tbh, it was on netflix and was just one of those shows) and then i just fell in love tbh.

DO YOU SEE YOURSELF STAYING WITH THE FANDOM FOR A LONG TIME?: i mean, i definitely think i have an advantage when it comes to that, because my blog is 99% crossover, since the rp fandom is basically nonexistent, tbh. so yeah, i think i’ll stick with tim for pretty much the entire time i’m roleplaying on tumblr, even if it means i’m primarily writing him in crossover and au verses

[haxxy]

i just noticed that @noro-noro-noro tagged me in this a few days ago OOPS

1. Why did you choose your url?

I wanted to change my previous one (it had been inkymachetes). I don't think there was any specific thought process behind picking this one though. It was kind of just "what the hell -> what the heck -> what the haxx" (that isn't even something i've EVER said though, so idk why I chose that specific way to censor it sdjfklds)

2. Any side blogs?

I have a ton of sideblogs tbh, but the only one that's active/important is @haxxydraws which is my artblog

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

since july 2012 babey!

4. Do you have a queue tag?

I used to tag queue posts as "Q" but then I realized that I was lazy and stopped doing that

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

@grinningwheel made one so I followed him here (before this i used deviantART as my main social media)

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Eyes used to be my main gimmick + I have central heterochromia (not the same colors / as drastic as my icon though). Eventually I realized that some people saw my icon as a sunflower instead of an iris, which made me like it even more bc sunflowers are my favorite flower + I dig things that can be interpreted multiple ways.

7. Why did you choose your header?

I used to be super into glitch art + I've had that pic as my header for years. If it aint broke dont fix it

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

this vent art-y edit of the simpsons porn shirt comic, which is the bane of my existence bc literally everyone tags it with the same self deprecating shit

9. How many mutuals do you have?

260 (yes I went through and counted)

10. How many followers do you have?

2,016

11. How many people do you follow?

891

13. How often do you use tumblr a day?

I use it on and off for most of the day, what can I say... I like scrolling.

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog?

Yeah, I mean obv I've had occasional beef with ex friends + shit through tumblr, but I think the last time i got into a "fight" on tumblr is the one time a hannibal fandom mom yelled at me for having opinions

15. How do you feel about the ‘you need to reblog’ posts?

I have "reblog for" blacklisted no joke (this is irt posts like "this is the money [insert animal] reblog for money... wow it really works!!" ) If it's stuff like signal boosts, I can understand the mindset behind saying stuff like "you have to reblog this," but I tend to favor informational posts that don't come with a side of guilt tripping.

16. Do you like tag games?

Yes! although I don't usually pass them on bc as you just saw i have 260 mutuals and I never know who to tag

17. Do you like ask games?

Yes, but I don't really get asks anymore so I don't reblog them as much as I did back in the day

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

I'm mutuals with @gayarsonist so that's kind of the obvious answer sjkdlf.

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

I'm dating a mutual

I'm bad at pinging people for these, but if you want to, feel free to snatch this from me + tag me so I can see it

[wolverinedoctorwho]

I reblogged a post earlier about how old people assume us young people don’t know what VHS tapes and stuff are

But like

A dormmate and I both have VHS tapes of Elmo in Grouchland. Last semester I imported files off my dad’s old iTunes account so I could listen to The Simpsons Sing the Blues on my brother’s 2DSXL. Same brother once had an iPod with some songs from the Tarzan soundtrack on it. We used to play tiny games on our dad’s flip phone before he got a Blackberry. At one point I had a Hannah Montana game for the Wii (it was similar to guitar hero, but shitty). I remember when Barbie Fairytopia was new, I watched borrowed the VHS tape from a friend and watched it several times while we were moving to our new house when I was 6. I remember the rise and fall of Zhu-Zhu Pets, Littlest Pet Shop, and the Polly Pockets of the 2000s. I remember the series finale of Between the Lions. I once went to a children’s museum exhibit on The Magic School Bus. I remember when Martha Speaks, Phineas and Ferb, Super Why, and Curious George came out, and I remember when Hannah Montana, The Suite Life of Zack and Cody, Suite Life on Deck, and Wizards of Waverly Place ended. I remember before I had access to YouTube, when we got our kicks by playing Windows XP Checkers, Solitaire, and Hearts. I not only remember back when Baby Alive was only sold in white and black, I remember Amazing Amanda. I not only have American Girl paper dolls (Samantha and Felicite), but I finished every story line in the Dear America: Friend to Friend computer game.. I remember Hurricane Katrina, which actually impacted my life and is a large part of why I’m where I am today geographically. I remember the Temple of Doom and the Agro-Crag and Oobi and The Backyardigans. I remember Good Eats and Iron Chef America and Fetch with Ruff Ruffman and Discovery Kids and Zoboomafoo. I remember SLIME.

I was born in the year 2000, as of writing this I’m only 18 years old.

Sure, maybe I didn’t get to watch a lot of Rugrats and eat Reptar Bars, but that was because my mom didn’t let us watch Nickelodeon for the most part. My point is, none of these memories seem to mesh with my present, which is typing a long post on Tumblr while occasionally checking my smart phone to see if I have notifications from Instagram, Snapchat, or Facebook. And I think that’s what older folk see when they look at us “youngins”, they see the now. They were alive and younger in the same time period we were growing up, but for some reason don’t think that we were aware of what was going on. They think we’re consumed with the now, while I at least would kill to talk about stuff I watched growing up. Yeah, I wasn’t technically a 90s Kid, or a Millennial, but I and many others my age don’t feel like we classify as Gen Z, which is interesting. I just said that older generations don’t feel as though they fit in with us because they don’t realize we’ve seen a lot of the same stuff they have, yet our generation sees younger friends the same way older generations see us - knowing of nothing but their phones and social medias and video games. We think we get to decide what the younger generations know or don’t know about. Why? I don’t know. I’ve only been an adult for three months now, I don’t have the answers to much. But I think it’s interesting to think about, and I would really love to hear the answer if someone’s got it.

TL;DR - Why do older people think younger people don’t know about the same things they do? Why does this same cycle keep repeating?