#ugh those bastards can go and suck a...

[jathun]

ugh my winter/christmas depression has hit so hard i like call of duty now wtf

[xxsunoosprincess]

Enhypen’s Favorite Positions (OT6)

How Enhypen likes to fuck you.

pairings: Enhypen legal line x reader

warnings: 18+, minors dni, fem!reader for Jay and Sunghoon, otherwise gender neutral!reader, light spanking, mentions of masturbation, overstim, and roughish sex.

Heeseung’s Favorite Position: Spooning

There is something so intimate about this position, it genuinely makes him feral. Beware anytime y’all are spooning. It doesn’t matter if it’s on the couch, the bed, hell, even during movie night with his band mates: the moment he has your ass pressed back against him he is bricked up. Maybe it’s the size difference? He doesn’t know. All he knows is that during those late nights on tour when he’s is alone in his hotel room, his mind immediately goes to wrapping his arm around your waist as he drives his cock into you from behind!! <3

Jay’s Favorite Position: Lotus

You guys never intentionally end up in this position, but more often than not, it makes its appearance in your night. Pulled into his lap, you can feel his thick cock so so deep! As soon as you throw your head back in pleasure, he’s mouthing at your tits. Sucking, biting, groping, all of the above… you can hardly fault him for the way his hips jerk up and he forces himself deeper. Boob lover Jay agenda in full force. He just loves seeing your face contort in pleasure, so this is perfect for my little romantic.

Jake’s Favorite Position: Reverse Cowgirl

Has Jake ever seen a more beautiful sight than your ass bouncing on his lap? No. Literally never. Doesn’t matter how often he sees it, he lets out a pleased sigh every time. Reclined back against the headboard, hands behind his head. This must be paradise. He loves seeing the handprints he leaves behind on your cheeks. And he’s just so loud! Moaning and whining… ugh how dreamy. He tries to be gentle, he really does, but he can only let you take charge for so long before things take their inevitable course. Rough grip on your waist as he fucks up into you, letting out those pretty moans all the while.

Sunghoon’s Favorite Position: Missionary

I am here to take down the rough dom Sunghoon agenda. This bastard is so soft for you it isn’t funny. Expect tender touches to your face, deep kissing, and some dirty praise while he bullies his cock into you. “Sweet girl takes me so well” type mfer. I’m sure of it. I really do think he is another romantic… still exploring himself and a little shy about it >_< !! He gets a little flustered when you mention try to talk about your sex life with him so be gentle… doesn’t mean he isn’t going to lay the best pipe of your life. I know this might be a controversial take but it’s MY TRUTH.

Sunoo’s Favorite Position: Mating Press

I think Sunoo is another one that is really soft and tender during sex. It’s the skin-to-skin contact, the sloppy kisses, and dry humping that screams “I want you so so bad!!” that gets his cock filling out in his pants (He has the prettiest cock ever but that’s a story for another time). That’s why I chose a mating press for him… when he is rutting into you and you wrap your legs around his waist or he has you near folded in half he has to fight cumming instantly.

Jungwon’s Favorite Position: Cowgirl

Hehehehe this made me smile. Just imagine him squirming and whimpering as you ride him. Actual art. So whiny and needy. Tells you how much he loves you over and over as he moves his hips with yours. Be gentle because he gets pussy drunk soooo easily. Mind goes blank and probably overstimulates both of you until you are both in tears. Loves when you lay on top of him as you catch your breath together, loves taking care of you. Declaring him the king of aftercare.

END.

Author’s note: Just a short lil thing to test formatting on mobile! Hope y’all enjoy. xx - princess

[takenbypeter]

Late Bloomer

Peter Maximoff x reader

Words: 1294

Based on prompt 12: "My mom thinks I'm dating you."

A/N: I’m back to those writing prompts that I never finished doing, oops 😬 also this is another first kiss fic with Peter M.

You were going to punch him. No, you were going to strangle him. You were going to wring his little neck until he took his last breath. 

Stomping through the halls of the X-Mansion your eyes were focused as you spotted his silver hair on the opposite side of the hallway. 

“YOU!” You shout pointing at the man whose face actually looked frightened.

He could’ve outran you, could’ve avoided you forever but he knew he deserved what was coming to him. 

Once Peter was reached, you grabbed him by the ear and yanked him away from the group that he was apart of. 

“Ow. Ow. Ow.” Was all you heard behind you as you tugged him into a secluded room and slammed the doors.

Once behind closed doors you immediately smacked his arm. Hard. “You bastard! You told everybody my secret, you jerk!”

You had no super strength but your hits still left a sting causing Peter to rub his arm where you hit it for a second time, “ow. I didn’t tell anyone anything.”

“Then explain to me why one of the kids just came up to me and said,” you put on your best little kid voice, “it’s okay, I haven’t had my first kiss either.” You slapped him again, “you idiot!”

“Ow! Okay okay, I didn’t tell anyone but Jean may have got in my mind and I just kept repeating it there. And then Scott found out and then it must’ve spread from there.”

“Ugh, I trusted you and you blabbed you blabbermouth, now what am I going to do? How am I gonna walk down these halls?”

“Relax, it’s not that serious.”

“Not that serious? I don’t go around telling all your stuff!”

He opened his mouth but had no comeback for that one. But then he opened it again,”plenty of people haven’t had their first kiss at your age.”

“Yeah? Point to ‘em.”

He did nothing and you nodded. “Exactly.”

“I’m sorry, okay. It was an accident, I wish I could take it back, I would if I could. 

“Yeah well you can’t and now everybody’s just going to look at me and think, ‘oh there’s that weirdo that’s in their 20’s and never been kissed before. Hmm, I wonder why? Must have a horrible personality. Or maybe they’re just crazy!”

You honestly would have kept going, this was something that had been on your brain in the past. But you didn’t because you were taken aback by quick lips that met yours. 

It was the tiniest bit of pressure as his mouth grazed yours only for a moment. It was innocent and chaste and it left you without words. Mainly because you were so stunned. 

“There. Now no one can say anything. Happy?” 

You stood there eyes wide and mouth ajar as you froze with no thoughts crossing your mind. 

“See there’s nothing to it.”

You didn’t respond. 

You couldn’t respond. So with no words spoken Peter watched confused as you turned around and left the room. 

You were upset. No, you were more than upset, you were pissed. 

You were in your room at the X-mansion, passionately pacing your room. Back and forth you went while you bit down on your teeth. 

You couldn’t believe he did that. For what? Just to give you your first kiss? That’s not what you wanted.

You’ve been pacing for about twenty minutes until a knock on your door made you come to a stop as your eyes were instantly grabbed by the sound. 

“Hey. It’s me, can I come in?”

Your shoulders tensed as you sucked in a breath. 

Releasing it, you walked over and swung the door open. Refusing to look at him? you went over to your bed and plopped down with your arms crossed. 

“Thanks,” he said, shutting the door behind him. 

You were quiet, holding back any words that wanted to come out as you sat there. 

“Are you okay?”

You said nothing. 

“Look, I think you’re blowing this all out of proportion. Now you can avoid the awkwardness of all that comes with a first kiss. All the; what do I do with my hands? When do I move? Am I doing this right?”

You finally looked at him, “you don’t get it Peter. I wanted to ask those questions.”

You sighed uncrossing your arms ready to have a conversation. “It wasn’t just the first kiss that I wanted. I wanted to have that whole experience. And I wanted to have those nervous butterflies in my stomach that make people want to puke. I wanted to have that uncomfortable feeling of not knowing what to do next. And I wanted my first kiss to be with someone who actually cared about me in that way. Someone who likes me just as much as I like them. I wanted that! A real kiss. And you ripped that away from me.”

He was quiet now, processing your words and what the whole situation meant to you. He sat down beside you, his eyes on the floor, “oh.”

You two sat beside each other in silence both appearing in thought. “Well what if I do like you?”

You turned to him, confusion clear as day on your face. “Huh?”

“I kinda didn’t kiss you just to give you your first kiss…I’ve been wanting to kiss you.”

“Huh?”

He turned to face you. “I’ve had feelings for a while now. My mom even thinks I’m dating you because we spend so much time together and I’m always mentioning you to her and I haven’t corrected her on it  because…it felt nice to imagine. I guess I just saw my opportunity and took it. I should’ve made sure you were okay with it though.“

“You. Like me?” You repeated, mind going in and out listening to his words. He nodded and you realized this was the feeling. The weird bubbly nervous feeling that was supposed to creep into your stomach at the realization that he had feelings for you. 

You’ve had feelings for Peter in the past but pushed them down after months, due to believing he’d never feel the same way, but here he was telling you he felt the same way. 

“Well. Say something,” he said urging you and you e realized you’ve just been staring. 

“Right! Well I…don't know.”

“You don’t know?”

“I don’t know!” You threw your head in your hands at the complicated feelings you two had, “I liked you before but I figured you’d never like me so I closed that chapter.”

“Well reopen that chapter!”

“I know I do still have feelings for you but I think…I’m still upset about what you did. I don’t even know if I can trust you the same way again.  You blabbed!”

“That’s fair and I’m sorry.” He raised his hand up and put his other hand to his chest, “I solemnly swear that It will never happen again and I promise to rebuild your trust. Whatever it takes I’ll do it!.”

You smiled a bit at his over the top enthusiasm. 

His hands fell back to his side as he looked serious for a moment. “And I’m going to make it up to you.”

“How are you going to do that?”

You asked the question with a genuineness in your tone. But you soon regretted it as Peter scooted closer with a smirk on his face before leaning towards you. 

As he grew closer you could feel those butterflies increasing in quantity inside your chest. Then he stopped a few inches away from you, “guess you’re just going to have to wait and see.” He leaned back with a wink before zooming out of your room leaving nothing but a gust of wind behind. 

-

Part 2 Here: First Bloom

[hanihazeljade]

Three Idiots

Part 1 of Three Weeks

Part 3 - Three Hopes

(W/N: I am very sorry for abandoning you guys, it's just some tough shit decided to wreck my life and I just finished this while crying about the said tough shit. Anyways, have fun with this part xoxo.)

Tim takes back his words.

He wants to go back to Japan ASAP.

Might be asking,why? He once said that he can stay in Gotham for three weeks. But this bloody family makes him want to stab them. Dick always looks at him and hugs him more often than not. Jason sneaks an arm to wrap to his waist. Damian just drags him to the music room that was also now converted to Portrait Room with all of the portraits Damian paints but the grand piano still sits on the corner. 

He wants to go back to the damn winter fields of Hokkaido and probably have some hot cocoa and go buy some soba. But all of this suckrifices, yes suckrifice, for Cass and if she and Stephanie divorces, he will hunt Stephanie and probably make her lose one of her four limbs, or two depending on his mood, because his anger will probably dissipated by the time he already tear her two limbs. 

Dick has always and always been a cuddler. Who knows where he bloody got those arms but he is not digging information, he is retired from that shit. Jason is a sneaky little bastard whenever he wraps his arm to his waist, almost possessively. And what is he even proving that Tim is his? His, to slit Tim’s throat? And Damian, the little (not that little anymore because he is now taller than Bruce, fucking biology and genetics) shit just drag him like a damn sack of rice and he is not appreciating any second of it.

He unpacked his things and already changed into a more comfortable red cashmere turtleneck, yellow scarf and blue earmuffs as he planned to go to the Drake Manor. He knows that he practically abandoned the place but he still hire Mrs. Mac to clean it, but she retired three months ago, to rest her gracious old body and now he needs a new caretaker and it will sucks since the Drake Manor is still filled with some of the artefacts that his parents, illegally, bring back and  he actually likes some of it, and he cannot afford to let those things to be stolen. So, he planned on cleaning some of the manor while visiting it. And maybe hire someone to take care of it.

He was about to go out of the Wayne Manor, when Jason suddenly spawn before him. How are we sure that he is not a meta? Or am I just really rusty? “Hello, Jason.” he greeted as he walked past the man but Jason seemed like didn’t get the memo that he didn't want to talk to him, as the man grabbed his wrist and made him go back to where he was.

“Where are you going, Timbo?” Jason asked as he looked at Tim’s outfit.

“Outside.” He shrugged at the bigger man.

“It's 45 degrees outside.” Jason reasoned but Tim lives in Hokkaido.

“And in Japan, it hits ‘til 35. I’ll live, Jason.” He waved to the man and restarted his walk to the door.

Jason gripped gets tighter, “Uh, nuh uh, Timmerly. You stay here.” he said as he dragged him back.

“Ugh, Jay! I will be next door, so calm your paranoia, seriously you are being a Bruce like now.” he whined, where is Alfred when he needs him? Oh yeah, right. Never.

“Did you just use Bruce as a verb? And I am very offended by that.” Jason scoffed.

“Then let me go to my childhood home, hmm?” he smiled, a smile filled with ‘let me fucking go’.

Jason didn’t get it because he said, “Wait for me, I’ll be dressed in 5.”

“You are not…” and the man was already out of his sight, he sighed, “...invited.” he rolled his eyes.

He starts contemplating whether or not to wait for Jason but then he decides that he doesn’t want to know any of the consequences of his actions so he decides to wait for the man. He pulled his phone out and started to scroll to his Instagram, not Twitter, he doesn’t like how aggressive Twitter can be. He is laughing silently at one of the relatable reels when he sees Jason in the corner of his eyes.

He didn't say anything as he went to the door and let Jason follow him.

“You are not gonna talk to me while we take this 15 minute walk, TimTam?” Jason asked as he caught up with Tim, and Tim ignored him.

“Hey, Timmy TimTam, talk to me.” he whined, holy shit is he being a Dick right now?

“If you want someone to talk with, you can go and talk to Bruce,” he said.

“And what? Let the two of us have an awkward staring contest?”

“Maybe, or go talk to Dick. Maybe it will improve your social skills, Mr. Todd.” 

“Nah, I'd rather die again than to have a talk with Dickie.”

“Where is he anyways?”

“He is in Wayne Enterprise to pissed Damian off, he said it was his duty as an older brother.”

“I wonder if he will still have his limbs still intact.”

“Maybe. But then it was Dickie so probably he will.”

They got to the driveway of the Drake Manor and the snow piled as no one swept the snow. He tried to walk over the snow but he was suddenly carried like a sack of potatoes and Jason started to move like a tractor and no, Tim is not envious.

“Stop pouting, Timmy. It’s not your fault you are small.”

Tim hit him, “I am not small, I am average, above average actually, you and your family are just giants.”

“Where is the key?” Jason said as he stepped to the porch of the Drake Manor. 

“I have it with me.” Tim said as he tried to get the key inside his back pocket while still being carried like a sack of potatoes by Jason. But Jason beat him to it since Jason already got the key to his back pocket and opened the door of the manor with one hand.

Jason put him down after he opened the door. Dust accumulated everywhere after three months of not being clean. 

“You need something around here, Timbo?” Jason said as he looked around the dusty Manor.

“No, I just planned on hanging around here and maybe cleaning. I really need someone to clean the manor.”

“Why not just sell it? Maintenance is an expensive thing to do in this type of house."

“And let the only connection towards my parents be gone? Don’t be ridiculous, Jason.” Tim rolled his eyes at the dumb idiot in front of him.

“You still consider them family? Really, Timmerly?” Jason snickered, definitely remembering the talk of how shitty Tim's parents are. 

Tim clenched his fist, ‘It’s not fucking worth it, Timothy. Don’t waste your breath on that shit.’ He thought and just calmly replied, “They love me, Jason. Not like how Bruce loves his sons, but my mother loves me and my father loves me. I know of it.” he said with so much grace.

“Still, your parents are kind of shitty —” Jason is still trying to fight his narrative. After all, he also has shitty parents. Maybe Tim and him can bond over those facts.

“Jason.” Tim interrupted him, “If you are not gonna help me clean or dust the furniture, get out. I don’t need you.”

Jason brings his hand onto the air as a sign of surrendering and asks Tim if he knows where the cleaning supplies are.

The two start on cleaning, mainly just dusting around, since no one actually makes a mess to an unlived house. Seconds of cleaning turn into minutes turn into hours. They didn’t know how long they were cleaning until Jason told him it was past lunch time. Tim looks at his watch with the reading of 2:14, they have been cleaning for almost 4 hours.

“Let’s go, Timberina. Alfred probably makes some kickass soup.” Jason said as he put away the cleaning supplies and dragged Tim back to Wayne Manor, before even Tim could protest.

++++++++

Four days in Gotham and his sanity is already giving up. 

Jason is being a bitch, Dick is being a jerk, Bruce is being overprotective, Cass and Steph are being a couple, Alfred is making s’mores, and Damian is being… non-Damian.

Wherever he goes and if Damian is in the Manor, he is always in Timothy’s peripherals. He considered smacking the man but he rather not wanted to die seventeen days before Cass’ wedding. He wants to see his sister walk down the aisle.

Damian though is not behaving what he was like seven years ago, which is good. Tim doesn't want this beast to throw knives at him at any given moment, he may have years of training but all of them are pretty much useless as he doesn’t use them anymore.

The thing is that Tim hates how everyone just kept on observing him, goddammit. It is his job to observe anyone, not to let anyone observe him, unless they will get him laid.

So when Tim was cleaning his camera to take some pictures to add in his personal portfolio, he can’t have Damian lingering into his visions.

“You know it’s creepy to stare at someone, right?” He called Damian out while cleaning the lenses. He wanted to focus because these lenses are so sensitive but Damian is just taking out all of his concentration and it is frustrating every single nerve he has.

“Tt. I am not staring at you.” Damian replied and walked closer to Timothy and sat next to Timothy. Still actively watching the man to clean his lenses.

“Sure, you don’t.” Tim rolled his eyes. He  may be out of this game for so long but he is still very much able to detect lies.

“I am not, clear your mind, Timothy.” Damian said as he tucked a stray hair off Timothy’s face, noticing the light sheen of red in the black locks.

“What do you want, brat?” Timothy asked as he set down the camera lens he was holding and looked at the huge behemoth in front of him. 

“I see that you are preparing to take photos, and I am offering a proposition to paint with you.” Damian said, definitely not ordering or demanding Tim.

“We have a whole different thing to do, Damian.”

“I could be your model, and you can be my model.”

“I am not posing for the same pose for hours, Damian. And I already have a subject model in my mind.”

“And that is?”

“Me.” Tim smiled. This bastard really just thinks that he can’t do that, HA! Tim is a badass at taking self-portraits photographs. Fuck you, Damian. He just left the stunned demon there and started walking away to go to Alfred’s greenhouse. He has never been there, because they surprised Alfred five years ago with a greenhouse for him to rest or just have some peace, after all, Alfred is getting old.

He put down his fucking expensive ass tripod that he got during his trip in mall in Tokyo, and start prepping to take his self portrait shot. The flowers and the overall fauna here will make Ivy jealous, or maybe Alfred and Ivy actually having tea together to share different ways to take care of plants, but he doesn’t care actually.

He was inside the greenhouse until the sun set. Now, there has no natural lighting and his photos are kind of wonky. Blergh, he hates it. It’s one of his ick in photography, after all, night photography just triggers some bad crap in his sanity.

He starts to tidy up his equipment and get out of the greenhouse and go to his room. But as he went inside the manor there was silence. ‘Maybe they decided to eat out then” Tim thought as he shrugged and went to his room to deposit his equipment. 

He walked to the kitchen with two packets of tantanmen and he still didn't see anyone, so he grinned, no one is going to stop him from having ramen as his dinner. He grabbed the pot and started boiling water and he opened the packets and the seasoning inside it. He scavenges Alfred’s fridge and sees some carrots and cabbage and he starts prepping them, and he opens the freezer and it seems like Alfred just finished doing groceries on the meat section as there is a new pack of meat, well… sorry Alfred but Tim will have it.

After 15 minutes of meticulously crafting this ramen, he finally grabbed the pot and went to the dining table. He opened the pot and grabbed the chopsticks that he grabbed somewhere, doesn’t know why they have a ceramic chopstick but Tim is not complaining and started eating. Best ramen that he made it, probably because of the half pound of meat there, but he will eat it though.

After he ate, he washed the dishes and he started walking to let his metabolism work and as he walked he had a hit of nostalgia. A huge house with him in it, he shivers at the thought and ends up in the portrait room. He opened the lights and different artworks of Damian were there, staring at him. It feels like the portraits in Harry Potter, it’s fucking eerie. He was about to leave but the grand piano in the hidden corner of the room enticed him.

He opened the seemingly left up piano and he tried some basic keys and the piano is still properly tuned. He sat down on the stool and he tried some classicals when his fingers started to play a familiar tune, when he finally remembered what song it was he started all over again. He starts with the F then C to D minor and A minor and the B flat. He remembered this song. After all, this is the song he dedicated to his parents.

Like My Father

Song by JAX

I wanna come home to roses

And dirty little notes on Post-its

And when my hair starts turning grey

He'll say I'm like a fine wine, better with age

I guess I learned it from my parents

That true love starts with friendship

A kiss on the forehead, a date night

Fake an apology after a fight

It was publicised how negligent his parents were. The truth is that they are parents that Tim will never swap to someone. His parents are the best. Sure they are not physically there but they care about him, they care about his happiness but he also cared about their happiness

I need a man who's patient and kind

Gets out of the car and holds the door

I wanna slow dance in the living room like

We're eighteen at senior prom and grow

Old with someone who makes me feel young

I need a man who loves me like

My father loves my mom

He remembers playing the piano whenever they start swaying to their living room, and after they finish dancing with each other, his mother will pull Tim with them as his father will put a record in the gramophone and they will dance in circles. It was fun, he remembered the way his father would carry him after they finished as he was so tired of dancing, they would tuck them in and kiss his forehead and tell him “good night”.

I want a road trip in the summers

I wanna make fun of each other

I wanna rock out to Billy Joel

And flip our kids off when they call us old

He'll accidentally burn our dinner

And let me be the Scrabble winner

And when my body changes shapes

He'll say, "Oh my God, you look hot today"

He is never allowed on their road trips, as Tim is more prone to getting sunburned after living in Gotham for so long. But he is fine with that, their road trips are not Tim’s style and he knows that because they bring Tim one time and he was never ever going road tripping with his parents, they are disgustingly sweet but also at the same time wild. It is a shock that they haven’t gotten a ticket or even got banned in one of the states. And also their music taste clashed with Tim’s classical one.

I need a man who's patient and kind

Gets out of the car and holds the door

I wanna slow dance in the living room like

We're eighteen at senior prom and grow

Old with someone who makes me feel young

I need a man who loves me like

My father loves my mom

He missed his parents. He missed how his mom would hug his worries away. He missed how his father would keep on holding his hands whenever he was unsure of what was happening. He missed the way his parents looked at him whenever he finished a task that was so easy. He missed the way they comforted him whenever he got a bad grade. He missed how they encouraged him to sleep with them whenever he had a nightmare. God, he missed his parents.

He was still playing the piano as a wave of loneliness filled him, maybe he really should visit his parents tomorrow. He already abandoned them for so many years and he needs to love them more.

When he stopped playing, he heard clapping behind him. He looked around and he saw Jason, Damian and Cass together. Cass ran to him and hugged him. 

“Beautiful.” she simply said.

“Where do you get that voice, Baby Bird?” Jason said as he walked over to them and Damian followed him.

“I didn’t know you play the piano, Timothy.” Damian asked.

“I was an ordinary rich white boy before becoming Robin, of course I know how to sing and play instruments. And it also doesn’t help that I am at least a quarter asian. I need to live up to the stereotype.” Tim jokes.

“You are definitely killing it Timmy.”

“Sing at my wedding?” Cass asked, making Tim flustered. Tim read the invitation and most of the people that have special standing in the weddings are from the caped community and Tim just hates all most of them.

“I dunno. I am kind of shy, when it comes to that.” Tim just nervously chuckled and he saw Cass pouting. “Oh yeah, what is your wedding motif?” Tim tried to distract them and it clearly worked.

“What is the motif?! The wedding is in three weeks, Timmy!”

“Yeah? And you also know that in the power of Bruce Wayne they can do it in three days?” He rolled his eyes, this family is so dramatic.

[lottievintage]

Ruth Beautè’s Voice Lines [Remastered]/ Errands (Role In Game)

Name: Ruth Beautè Ruth Beau

Kissable? : No (but if you give her flowers, you can kiss her on the back of her hand)

Age: 15-16

Greetings/Bumped Into:

“Morning, Hopkins.”

‘“Howdy.”

“Good day”

“Um..hi?”

“What do you want?”

*Bumps into*

“Oh, my sincerest apologies.”

“Do watch were you are walking..”

“Argh— it’s fine, just watch it.”

Clique people/ or speaking about others in game mode:

“Some people say the most attractive greaser is Jonathan Vincent, but it’s obviously Ricky.”

“Each time that Martin girl dares speaks to me, I wanna kms. Honestly, does she have any real personality? Can’t blame her, she is kinda sad, then again I use her so I guess she’s not all bad.”

“That Harrington gets on my nerves, you know, he payed to win a mock trial session? What a fucking joke, I mean— if you suck at it, you suck at it. Must be hard having no talent or skill. What a dumb stereo typical blonde. Ha!”

“Hey, Gauntheir, wanna know what [block name] said about you?”

“Russell, that Ape? His parents are probably those flints stone people, have you heard him speak? How [R slur].”

“The greasers and the preps will fight? What is this? The outsiders again!?”

“Wiles is so…dead, s-she ruined my name, now boys glare at me…like I’m a whore, how can I be one? I haven’t even had sex yet-!?”

Talking about staff:

“Dr. Crabblesnitch is not fit to run this school, so I took it upon myself to…be his student advisor, meaning, I can tell him we need more clubs, he’ll do it, if I say a student did something, he will believe me. Amazing isn’t it?

“One time, Miss Danvers believed I had a crush on Crabblesnitch….all because I suck up to him. I think she’s on shrooms…”

“Mrs.Peabody allowed me to install new curtains, a vainity, and silk and satin sheets for my bed, for my dorm room. Being class respective certainly has its advantages.

“I told Mr. Burton about my shorts for soccer… saying I need a larger pair, but he says it’s not a big deal…that bald man knows nothing about my body, I don’t want the whole school go know.”

“That dingus Burton! Now everyone has been calling me RUTH BOOTAY! CURSE MY SOMALIAN GENES THIS IS RIDICULOUS!”

“Thanks to Wiles…I feel so dirty Joetta… is this how prostitutes feel after a long day at work?”

“Wait a minute….why am I moping? I can just do what I do best, ruin her life! Oh my gosh ahaHA!”

“I heard the jocks been taking steroids, I know they are but— I can’t snitch on them…Since Max takes them and I’m in his favor. Meaning I won’t be able to use him anymore…”

“Why yes, I am on good terms with all the prefects, they…also help me a lot….more than I need of course….”

“That Edna woman has to be a former convict…”

“Lucky me..I don’t eat her food, I always make mine when’s she out of the kitchen…that hefier can’t cook even if it was to save her self from a UTI…”

“Mista Max, I think I saw [Block name] have substances in their book bag, tell Crabblesnitch and expell that miscreant at once! Go! go!”

“You know…Justin, the Vandervale kid, was right…MONEY TALKS!”

Grooming:

“I don’t look like her…n-no I don’t..”

“Ha, what was Vendome talking about— me looking like Vivian…”

*Sighs* “I wish my hips weren’t so wide..”

“Sexy, as always.”

Being hit (Winning and Getting hurt):

“You’re so dead Hopkins!

“Don’t touch me again you fucking miscarriage looking bastard!”

*Looks around to see any Prefects, take out her rosary and uncaps the bottom, revealing a blade*

“I’m gonna kill you….”

(Can actually cut you and run to Prefect and tell that you tried to kill her fake crying. : Good chance you will be suspended)

“Now you’re crying? So fucking pathetic, good God.”

Random Quotes:

“I miss my Hadid…”

“So what if I ruined her social status, her skin, friend group, and probably made her wanna end it all? She did it first, so do it back to her, now she’s crying? What a waste of half good oxygen! Ugh!”

“You know..that Smith guy is actually kinda funny…”

“Parker is such a dork…and kinda sweet..”

“White trash!”

“You failed abortion!”

“No, Hopkins…you got me all wrong…I don’t wanna take over this school, doing that…is like being a zoo keeper. Why would I wanna be in control of a bunch of…slimy, insolent, animals!? Yeah no.”

“Hey get off of my friend, cocksucker!”

“Let me get help!”

“Oh you gave me flowers…sorry but I’m not kissing you on the mouth, I don’t know where your lips have been…”

“You may…kiss on my hand…” (She’s will rub her hands with head sanitizer afterwards when you walk away.)

Roles:

Pays player 85 dollars to plant drugs in someone’s car.

Pays you 50 dollars if you can give her back rosary Mandy stole from her.

When you investigate the Halloween party, and go in the woods you will see Ruth putting on her ghost face costume, get ready to scare Casey. You will hear a scream and run to it, you will have to help Casey who broken his leg, out of the ditch.

She comes to you when dates Gary and will give you hush money not to tell anyone.

[visionsofmagic]

⋆ ― ugh, a roommate to f*ck? [gojo satoru] ― ⋆

⋯✦summary: gojo realizes you can’t take pleasure by yourself while listening him from the other room, so, he helps – in his own way. ⋯✦ short [938 words], nsfw, explicit, minors dni!, unholy, young!gojo, f!reader ⋯✦ I don’t know when I wrote this [probably in 3 am., thinking ‘bout young gojo satoru, being delululu], wanted to add you to my own nasty delisional crimes, so, enjoy!

💙

fuck - you thought, fuck gojo satoru. he’s not worth it. no, he’s just a freak with beautiful eyes, lips, face entirely, and so much more. you hate him, yes, you hate him, especially that smirk of his, screaming he knows damn well that you’re pathetic below him; but why you’re letting him fuck you into the bed then? you hate him right, or, maybe you don’t.

“s-satoru -!” you moan his name, hands squeezing the sheets, body moving forward and downward constantly, ass up, tears on your face and eyes looking at his stupidly handsome face. he smirks - he smirks like he has the right to do, making you furious. “don’t look at me like, agggh, that!”

his thrusts don’t stop, contrary, they fasten. his hands positioned on your waist, pulling you closer to him, his long cock hit a spot that make your legs shake under him.

“like what?” he chuckles, devilishly, already knows the answer though, so, without waiting for your answer - because you’re already too dumbfounded by his cock that you forget what you are talking about, he says, “oh, so pretty girl finally realized how I know that - fuck!” he hisses, nearly growls fucking your tight pussy, opening your legs wider just to fuck you deeper - bastard. “you’re a slut for me!” he chuckles again, his left-hand finds your neck as the other one holds your hand, tightly.

looking down at you, he sees the effects of his cock going in and out of your wet pussy - you already cum twice now, sounds so pornographic that both you and gojo blush. taking your hand, he puts it in your abdomen, pushing it down a little so that you can feel the lines of his cock inside your pussy. “you felt it right?” he asks, caressing your abdomen, “I bet you wished having me like this, didn’t you slut?” him calling you as ‘slut’ only made your walls tighten around his cock, giving him a sense of jolting, earning a low moan from his pretty lips.

with a smirk and a little bit of brain functioning, you say, a hand disappears inside his white hair, pulling his folds, making him look at your bratty face. “I bet you fucked all those girls thinking about me, satoru.”

he likes your boldness, and to praise you, he leaves your pussy for a moment only to thrust back deeper, with one movement. your head nearly hit the wall behind you. “ah - fuck, fuck, satoru!”

“that’s right, pretty,” he says, lowering his head down so that he can suck and bite your nipples as he slows down a little bit, enjoying it all. he’s sure waited for a long time to have you like this. “but this pussy - you, oh nothing can compare. you’re something else. you’re mine -“ he earns low moans from you when he bites your nipples, his hot tongue travels from there to your neck - eyes looking at yours, wanting to see you being such a mess underneath his massive body, finding your lips last.

“your body,” he says, kissing you passionately, giving a few bites, “your mind,” his tongue enters into your mouth, “your fucking pussy,” he chuckles at this one, “and your soul.” he finally leaves your red lips - because of him, salvia leaves a connection between your lips and his. “all belong to mine, isn’t that right?”

when you’re so high to answer, he begins to thrust harder, and deeper this time - like he has an endless stamina, he says, “tell it!”

your fucked up mind can create an answer after a while, nodding rapidly, you look at him with half-closed eyes, “yes! yes! yes! yours - fuck, gojo!”

he laughs lowly, enjoying this so much. “good - good girl. now cum again on my cock, I wanna see you go dry,” he says, and you realize how close you’re to cum again - he knows you better. “like in those nights you masturbate, thinking of me while I fuck another girl in the next room.”

“s-sato- aggggh, toru!” you’re a mess, letting him use you, fuck you with the way he wants. you’re slut, that’s for sure, surprised even to feel proud of being his slut - only his. what a twisted feeling.

“oh, fuck, ghh!” he growls, looking at your pussy, wetness - mess. “I shouldn’t wait for you - fuck! I should come to you first, to see this beauty under me,” he still thrusts into you, into sensitive pussy of yours, balls hit your ass cheek, already redness appears on there, no stopping - not when he’s so close. “but oh, how I liked when you came to me, begging for me to fuck you,” he caresses your cheeks, cleaning tears from your face, breathing loudly while doing so. “just one more thrust - hmm - agh! and it will let go.” the moment he says the words, he lets himself go, hot semen hit deep inside you. “y/n!” he moans into your ear while cumming. you hate him, you think. he doesn’t like you. you think it too. but when he takes your exhausted body into his arms, picks you up from the dirty bed, takes you into the bathroom, and takes care of you entirely, you look at his eyes, looking at his genuine smile - you smile back, you feel that maybe you’re wrong all along, maybe you don’t hate me - no you don’t, at all, and maybe he likes you, even a little bit, probably more than a little bit.

[donkeys-waffles]

The new leaks are just so interesting!!! I kinda like how he did their backstories, it makes sense for All for One to be the way he is... I don't believe he was just born evil, since we've seen that he is capable of some sort of love or care, example being his reaction to his brother's death.

I think the reason he seems so dark, and evil is because that's how you survived back then. I always thought the fall of society was when the two were teenagers, maybe even adults. But the idea that they were born into a society in shambles without parental love or guidance, makes sense why the bastard man was a feral child coveting the feeling of unconditional love, killing the glowing baby because he, from what I can gather, was the only truly accepted one by society while the rest were seen as monsters needing extermination. He had to fend for himself, he had to teach himself to read and speak normally, he never had a parent tell him no. And in a time like that, I'm sure people weren't keen on being kind and gentle towards each other, I believe at best they were ignored because they were children. But no one picked them up or treated them gently out of fear they may possess meta-abilities, it was almost a 'kill or be killed' mentality. He reacts like a normal child in a situation with no guidance at all.... He acts feral because that's how the adults around him have taught him to react. He's still not a good person for a multitude of reasons. But ugh, I am just so curious about how he became the person he is now, from a small feral child to a calculating, manipulative adult. He knows how to twist and turn people to his whims.

The spoilers also show a little bit of his possessiveness, he views things he loves as possessions.... Which isn't shocking.... I've heard a lot of people mention this debunking the DFO theory... First off, how? If you observe the details of the chapter, you can easily deduce that AFO cares for Yoichi. He kicks him, but I really think that's just a result of having no parental figure, if you think about it. Children often hit other children when they feel strong negative emotions, they start off with little to no emotional regulation or intelligence, because they're children. That's what good parents are for, we don't just adopt moral codes on our own. It's our parents and society in general that teaches what's appropriate and inappropriate. And we obviously know that AFO and Yoichi didn't have a parental figure, or at least a stable one (if they were picked up along the way after their mothers' death.) The only thing teaching these children, particularly AFO, how to act is what's going on in society. What the adults around them are doing, and we can obviously tell there's a lot of mistrust, judgement, and violence being exhibited. Baby AFO is bound to catch on and adapt to survive... Our natural instincts are to survive, which explain why baby AFO was sucking his mother's breast, which is very normal, considering its our natural instincts to survive. Some people are saying that he was born evil because of this... No, it's a newborn, a fucking newborn trying to survive. Which during those early ages, that's all we really think of is our pleasure complex and survival instinct. Mother's normally feed their children within the first hour of childbirth, that's what's recommended from the American Academy of Pediatrics, so instinctually it makes sense for the baby to try to find that nutrients on its own if it's not provided.

[dufferpuffer]

I may get judged for this but

Sirius/Severus/Remus is my guilty pleasure, but only when Sirius and Remus are the ones pining hopelessly after Severus since their school days and being assholes about it because 1) they're teenagers from toxic households and/or traumatic upbringing in the 70s and can't handle their homosexual thoughts, 2) they're adults even more traumatized than before and, while they can handle their homosexual thoughts now, they're very much still assholes about it because it makes them feel better about it

And 3) Severus is oblivious to all of it because his brain can't conceive the mere possibility of those two feeling anything but disdain for him (+he also hates them and would rather jump off the astronomy tower than consider them in a romantic light)

That's the only dynamic in Sirius/Severus/Remus fics that I find acceptable. A bit messy, I know

(Bonus: This creates a tense shift in Sirius and Remus' friendship because, despite what their fans and numerous headcanons provide, I don't think they'll be willing to share their love interest. That would only happen if their rival in question was James)

Hello :^) long time since you asked, I suck If I had a nickle for every time someone said Sirius/Severus/Remus was some sort of 'guilty pleasure' I would have two nickles. Why is this guilty...? Sounds normal to me I talked a little about my thoughts on this ship Here - just one concept of how I think it would go. I'm just gonna ramble more B)

Big agree on Severus not being able to comprehend it. He would think they are trying to mess with him again. Bully him. Take the powerful, intimidating aura he has carefully constructed for himself and make him slip and fall on his face. "rather jump off the astronomy tower than consider them in a romantic light" lol

Remus' flirts are so vague. Some hopeful little comment paired with a nervous gaze from his big wet eyes... Severus is cautiously confused, the intent flying over his head. He snaps back an insulting quip. Remus sighs, frustrated that he can't get his feelings across.

Sirius is far more straight forward: the type to lean against a door-frame, using his height to his advantage, and say something that can't be mistaken for anything but a flirt. Severus treats it like a threat. Like he is about to be dangled upside down again, his pants ripped off. Sirius doesn't realize how smirking and saying 'That doesn't sound so bad~' isn't appealing.

I personally struggle to imagine situations where Remus and Sirius don't have friction, even just as friends. That's the part of their relationship that interests me most: How their friendship has eroded. I do think both being after the same person would erode it more.

Remus has a jealous streak. He thinks Tonks has a crush on Sirius...? He snaps. "UGH... he ALWAYS gets the girls..." Even though he doesn't have the balls to pursue her himself.

Knowing Sirius was after the same man... I mean, its Sirius. He can't win against Sirius in terms of charisma or beauty or... anything!!! I think Remus would curl up into a ball and 'give up'... while also crawling back to try again and again. Every time he does, it reeks of tentative desperation - wanting to appear friendly and meek to Severus, 'I know I scared you when we were kids but I'm not a threat! I will roll on my back for you, please please look at me.'

Sirius, knowing Remus is after the same man... Frustrating. "Look, Mate - let me have this! You had 12 years to make a move...!" Sirius is an emotionally wise and reasonable guy. I actually think as long as he feels secure he would be pretty good at handling jealousy. But he doesn't feel secure: He can't pin Severus down. He can't catch him. The greasy bastard is too slippery. Remus has all the freedom to go and chase him down outside of the house - Sirius has to wait for every time Severus comes to visit, like a goldfish waiting for his flakes.

Desperation of a different kind: He will proactively change tactics like Australian weather - one day soft and sappy, on his knees apologizing, making a show of it... The next day hot and bright, charming smiles, pinning against the wall. Bushfire to flood. He doesn't know what to do because he doesn't really understand Severus, not unless they sit down and have a man-to-man chat. But Sirius is too desperate. He is lonely. It hurts. He isn't very patient.

But... what happens when Severus works out that either of them, maybe both, are... actually sincere? They would have to bare their souls for him. Completely. Severus is a dominating man in general, at least at first - but especially for his bullies. They would need to be on their knees.

Since Severus isn't too fond of them, that opens the door to alot of dom/sub stuff. Severus enjoying grinding his heel in their face... figuratively, and perhaps literally. He thought they were trying to humiliate him, oh ho... no. He is going to humiliate them.

Personally I'm more into sweetness than rough stuff. I don't know if Severus has it in him to say "...I forgive you." - but maybe that is something he could relish, too. Probably easier to say to Remus than Sirius. He can at least recognize that Remus didn't mean to be horrifying - and he can see how he struggles with it.

Hm.... anyway uuuhhhhh two men worshiping smug Severus' cock

[apheliia]

Hey Addi! If it’s not rude, I’d like to add on to the soft Dottore idea. I was too much of a coward to consider bringing it up myself lol

If we’re going for the Dottore’s creation idea, it could be that after working with Scara, Dottore had a separate breakthrough. He created life, something to fill the loneliness in what remains of his heart, and this new, perfect creation is better than Scaramouche could ever hope to be, he can be kind to them without being reminded of the bitter jealousy and resentment he felt with Scara all those years ago. Reader, in his eyes is his finest masterpiece, the only one he very, very quietly admit he still cares about, he stops distracting himself from his weakness, his humanity and his emotions, by only a, he’s still a monster, of course, but even il Dottore himself can’t let go of that softness entirely.

they’re uncaring as opposed to oblivious when it comes to Dottore’s actions, as why would they ever question their doting Creator’s actions? After all, everything he does is for the greater good of humanity, something neither of them are truly a part of. Their feelings towards Scara are up for discussion, whether it’s indifference spawned from his hostility, sadness that they can’t get along, or something else entirely. And this whole soft spot Dottore has for Rader? Especially in the beginning depending on where you’d like to put Reader on the timeline, fucking *infuriates* Scara, because why does he get tortured and twisted by that cruel bastard when that little thing that was created using blueprints sourced from HIM, get to go through absolutely no experiments, no cruelty. They don’t get death threats or cruel punishments. And not that he would ever admit, but who wouldn’t ask themselves why they’re being treated like that? Maybe it’s his fault, maybe he’s just not good enough, too emotional even after trying his hardest to distance himself from them. He gets to see Reader and be figuratively slapped in the face every time he sees how Dottore could act towards him, all with no real, definite answer. At least not until he becomes Wanderer. And, while Scara does have a soft spot for kids, I doubt that instinct, which is currently being brutally suppressed, would be able to top his resentment and vicious jealousy he feels towards Reader.

Although the last part of what I said lends itself more to the headcanon that I agree with, where Wanderer considered Dottore some kind of father/mentor figure, judging by how much of his personality he picked up and the mimicking among other small details.

I could also give my thoughts on Dottore picking up someone off the streets, but this is already egregiously long.

I know you were mostly going for fluff but I couldn’t resist adding some appropriate angst in regards to two of my favorite characters. I really didn’t mean to be rude to strryskies when they sent that ask, it just got me thinking and gave me the courage to send you my thoughts <3

My apologies for the poorly formatted rambles, I love you and I hope these thoughts of mine weren’t annoying!

hi bug!!!!!! it's not rude at all <3 you're welcome to add onto any thoughts i talk about if they inspire you!

UGH THIS IS SO INSANELY REAL AUGH the reader is so infinitely perfect in ways that scaramouche never was and never could be. there's always a weird, fond tenderness about dottore when he speaks to them, teaches them, instructs them (and something tells me he knows it would piss scaramouche off; i can see dottore purposefully being that way to them in front of scara just to see what happens). and why should they care what happens to scara, to dottore's other subjects? sorry you guys just aren't as good as they are 🤷‍♀️ sucks to be a failure of an experiment. couldn't be them. /hj /lh but really. they have little to no reason to care--it is not their place to question the morality and ethics what their beloved creator, their beloved father, does. anyways, i'm sure they would take on a trait similar to his calculated madness as they learn from him, so the nature of his experiments ultimately wouldn't bother them either way.

(i think there's something to be said about how kindness breeds greater loyalty; scaring people into obedience isn't particularly effective. the reader, who has only ever been treated lovingly and has only ever been doted on by the doctor, wouldn't be keen on disobeying him regardless. how do you betray someone who has only ever loved you? you don't. no appeal to ethics or morality would get through to them, i think. people like scara and collei, who suffered at his hand, would naturally be more willing to act out. but the reader? nah. they don't give a shit. that's their father, their creator. nothing you say will convince them that they should be bothered by his actions.)

dottore has long since lost his humanity, and they are only an imitation of human life. both could perhaps be said to be monsters hiding in human skin. so, what dottore does to humanity... well. there's plenty of reasons why they're uncaring, but they also don't care because they are not a part of humanity. they exist outside of that realm. so it really just doesn't matter to them.

their feelings towards scara, i think, could be some blend of indifference and disappointment, perhaps. because scara also exists outside the realm of humanity, so why does he keep acting like a helpless little human? it's something they can't really fathom, even at a young age. they're indifferent because he seems to downright hate them and their disappointed because he's just like them, but he's so... emotional. so human. it's weird to them. how is a doll so impossibly and so infinitely human? it is so, so strange to them.

i do think that when he becomes the wanderer, he might come to some sort of conclusion as to what makes him and the reader so different, and it may very well just boil down to who they were raised and surrounded by in their youths. scaramouche, who was surrounded by humans and humanity, versus the reader, surrounded by monsters with bared fangs (though never in their direction). doesn't change much about how he feels about them, though. he still hates them so so so much. doesn't matter how young they are; being in the skin of a child does not change what hides underneath.

but i definitely agree with that! i think scaramouche viewed him in that type of way. if you want to send more thoughts, you are more than welcome to do so!!!! i would love to read them <3

again, there is nothing to apologize for!!!!! love you too, and i wasn't, don't worry!!! i love getting these types of asks heheh

[sukirichi]

holy shit long rant ahead

"Like-like you're looking for the man who courted you two years ago, the one you truly wanted to marry. Well, I'm sorry to disappoint, because you're not going to find him. He never existed in the first place. Whatever it is you're looking for, you won't find it in me," *shit here we go again audio with head in my hands*

"Get out of your head. Just because I did all those things for you, doesn't mean they meant something. Are you forgetting I spent two years of my life trying to win you over, and I never once felt something for you other than tolerance?" When your face fell, triumph washed over his features. "That's right. You remember now, don't you? She's the one I want. Everything I do is for her. Don't forget your place."

Man idk how the princess heard this another time without breaking down in rage cause either this man is going down with me or nothing. Princess where is your self respect? PICK YOURSELF UPPPPPPP THIS MAN LEGIT RUNS ALL OVER YOU AND all we do is cry and yearn for more LIKE WE NEED TO BLOW IR*S AND HIM UP ATP BRING THE BIG GUNS OUT I NEED KUROO AND HIS ROOSTER LOOKING ASS TO POST THAT ARTICLE ASAP

“Your mother's sniffles was the last thing you heard before the sound of a fist connecting with skin resounded in the area. Pulling back, you gasped at what you saw.”

OH THE SATISFACTION I FELT HERE SWEET HEAVENS I wish someone recorded it and we could watch it all over again cause UM LESGO WWE 🗣️🤺 never have I ever loved a father this much cause he SLAYED LEFT NO CRUMBS AT ALLL #curedmyfatherissues

“Want me, you pleaded silently, at least want me. Just a little bit.” pookie 🤠😟😞 cmon we better than this

“Rintaro hadn't mean to. Sure, he was careless and never used protection, but he thought little of it. Iris® cycles were irregular and they never worried if she missed her period. She was always on the pill - all because of him, since Kiyoomi wouldn't have touched her anyway.”

he’s one sick bastard I hope he rots imagine cheating on your wife that you claim to love, doing it in your shared bed AND without protection like babe the article was so deserved by god

and the ending sentence,,,,,just made me so sick because as much as I hate rin and ir*s, I think I hate the queen and the king more because the issues started with them. with the king being an absolute whore and having kids with random ass women LIKE WHERE IS THE VASECTOMY GET HIS TUBES TIED and the queen being a bitch to rin his whole life just to find out my man got issues for nothing??? not defending him at all but to find out that all he knew as his “home” and family (even tho they sucked) were all never really his,,, I can see his heart breaking with the image he had of his family in his mind in the form of drawings made by his inner child, torn in half,,,,,,,oh I am about to be SICK

(and once he finally found his real home aka princess, bro fumbled it up BADDDD like if I was him I would beg for forgiveness + repent + burn the castle with the queen in it <33 (not the princes, tobio pookie you are coming home with me)

bro’s mental health must be in a delicate state, I hate him but I am also worried for him 🥲

- Freud anon is in shambles btw

THE HERE WE GO AGAIN AUDIO AAHJKA SO TRUE he just keeps on going back and forth like decide already!! 😭 do you want us or not!!

the self respect is… there, just buried under very deep layers of still hoping for something good. but also like we can’t really blame dtd!yn for acting this way because rintaro was FINALLY changing and being the husband we wanted him to be! the whole romantic dinner setup, working on the beach house together, and not once even mentioning iris????!!? BRO WAS DEDICATED. but then yeah he really just had to ruin it all again UGH. “all we do is cry and yearn for more.” actually real.

the daddy issues tag im crying 😭 sending all my love and hugs to you anon. BUT YES omg I loveeee our dad so much in DTD because he really said fuck around and find out! dude literally did not care that he was punching a royal because his daughter was more important than their titles! our parents in dtd are soo parents goals I love them <3

nauh bcos rintaro is careless and CRAZYYY. not only did they do it in OUR bed but he did it raw like! I would’ve thrown up ngl. AGHJSKA the vasectomy LMFAO. unfortunately it’s his duty to have many children and he fulfilled that part VERY well, just yknow… they really should’ve specified to him that he had to have kids with his wife and not other women. but yes I agree! all the problems really started because the king and queen hated each other (or more like, the queen hated him for how he treated her, and the king just didn’t care about her at all. he just knew she’d be a good queen and he needed someone smart and capable in leading the country so he can slack off. terrible, terrible man.) YES OMGGG THE DRAWINGS STOPPP I GET SO SAD EVERYTIME I THINK OF RINTARO’S LIFE WAS STOLEN FROM HIM AND ALL HIS ISSUES, EVERYTHING THAT HE FUCKED UP, HAD BEEN FOR NOTHING! and now he’s fumbling so bad too like bro is losing everything that should’ve never been his in the first place ugh.

YES! we protect and love tobio in this house!! and I agree </3 rintaro is going through a lot and it honestly goes two ways – it’s either he does worse things to cope, or he completely shuts down and forgets everything that happened. I’m not sure which one I prefer…

[rayrayor]

So @guinguin1984 it’s a first. I wrote my 100 word galladrabble and had to make it a ficlet.

Liam heard the door slam.

"Lily," Mickey followed his furious daughter to the kitchen.

"What happened, sissy?" Liam tried not to laugh. He watched Ian slink in, trying not to catch his daughter's ire.

"Captain Goes Off Half-Cocked happened."

She tossed a pot holder at Ian.

“Aye, Mister Condone. You are still on the mad at you list. I know you saw this coming. 35 years, Daddy, after 35 years, you two can see into each other's brains practically.”

Ian sat back on the counter and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Liam sympathized and handed his dad a pity Pepsi. Yeah, they all admitted it. The three men in the Gallagher household were sometimes too overprotective of Lily. The wrath of the petite redhead was blended with a stubborn streak. Once, at 4, she went five days without saying a word to Papa or Daddy for not letting her drink from the “dirty“ garden hose.

She opened the fridge, grabbed it, and drank milk from the carton, very unlike her. Then she shook her finger at an embarrassed Mickey.

"Papa saw us outside the movie theater and followed us in. Stalked us from the back row. I leaned my head on AJ's shoulder and heard, "Over my dead body, I can snap a neck and do a stint in Statesville again!

Then, as he rushed the aisle, he knocked over a nice youth pastor, but luckily not his pregnant wife. After he realized he messed up,the theater was treated to him being escorted out by three ushers.”

“Fuck you, fuck you, and especially fuck you may have been yelled, according to Carl, who took the complaint.“ Ian stated it with a hint of glee in his voice.

Liam looked confused.

"Isn't AJ your bestie, not a date? Like the annoying sleepover person that you both play Taylor Smith over and over? I may have missed something by being away at school. I miss your hourly gossip shares, but isn’t AJ dating Noah?“

"Yep, one and the same.”

Liam looked at Pop, who was trying to hide from the firestorm..

“Pop, how did you think AJ was a guy?”

Silence

Lily tossed her hands in the air as both Ian and Mickey made eye contact. By silent agreement, they were sucking up their hate of frufru brunches and taking Lily in the morning.

“Oh, so now you practice silence, papa.” Her face scrunched in frustration.

“She was wearing a beanie." Lily folded her arms and explained to her brother.

Liam could not help the strangled giggle. “To be fair, Lily, it’s not the worst he has done.“

“OMG, Liam, you always take their side.“ He was about to correct her, but those raging blues stopped him. “I am your little sister, ugh.”

She whirled at her dads .

“And you two! I am going to my room. Try not to think he is a bad boy trying something and SHIV sneaky bastard by accident.“

All three held their breath as she stomped down the hall and slammed her door.

Liam looked at a relieved but blushing Mickey and smiled. "So, what was the movie, Pop?"

[ofallthingsnasty]

Your last answer to another anon dropped so much lore!!!! im so invested in your ocs and reader characters(along with how you write Micah haha) its not even funny lol And it honestly made me sit down and try to figure out which of the reader characters( along with their kids) in 'capture kill' and 'through the briar' have it the worst💀 So I thought I would post my findings lmaoo

Bill Pros: Reader is actually allowed to go outside by themselves😱

Can yell at Bill and vent frustrations😂

Have a super sweet mother in law that will help you out as much as she can

Bill actually financially provides for you and your kids

Probably live in a pretty nice house

Cons: Can go outside but not without Bill making sure you smell like him, jealous old man smh -_- so lets hope you can walk afterwords💀

Deadbeat dad that is barely involved with the house work and raising the kids

Will not stop smoking near your kids

Reader is probably never allowed to say no when Bill wants some ass cause he sees her as property🥲

Poisons your sons with a bunch of toxic masculinity bleh

So I would give an 8/10 on how much it would suck to be married to Bill, would still choose him over Evan any day tho ( Evan is scarier in my opinion😭)

Evan Pros: Evan is an actually an involved father

Does love his son and raises him semi-well

Probably also live in a nice house( if you are even allowed out of the basement to see the rest of it)

Is pretty loving to the reader( unbearably so ugh)

Will help out with housework and keeping everything in order

Cons: Reader is never allowed to touch grass ever again

Will lose 'privileges' if she acts out 😬

Your son probably thinks its totally normal that mommy is kept in the basement, and is probably being taught that kidnapping your future partner is completely fine👌

I give an 9/10 on how much it would suck to be married to Evan, honestly being stuck with him sounds awful🥲 You are forever trapped and if you act out, you get punished, badly.

Micah Pros: He leaves reader in peace for extended periods of time so she doesn't have to deal with his bull that often

Reader can better protect her kids(especially her son or sons ugh imagine two or three mini Micahs running around🫠) from Micah's influence since he's gone for a lot of the time

If we are going with the canon, then reader only has to deal with Micah for a couple more years🙃

Cons: Reader and her kids are struggling financially cause Micah probably only gives her 10 bucks and a box of crackers to tie them over for the next month smh

Don't think he ever actually officially marries reader, he probably just pulled the good old 'you're mine now no take backs' move on reader lol

Micah doesn't really have much, if any form of affection for you(definitely doesn't love you💀 he cares more about his guns than you lmao) So don't expect him to treat the reader well just because she's the mother of his children.

Micah will be one of those mfs that demand his husband 'privileges' from you whenever he comes back home ugh

Probably live in the middle of nowhere in some run down cabin that Micah 'removed' the previous occupants from😶

Will poison your son or sons with toxic masculinity and with generally awful life lessons yikes

I give a 10/10 on how much it would suck to be married to Micah. Being stuck with this blonde bastard sounds like hell omg, please shoot him now John lol😭

After thorough research (lmao) In my opinion its a close match of who has it the worst between the reader that is stuck with Evan and the reader from 'through the briar'. So yeah I would choose Bill if I really had no other choice😓 But if you read this ridiculously long list hahaha, who do you think has it the worst?

Holy shit, anon... You SAT DOWN and ANALYZED who has it the worst between these two fics? I am actually speechless, this is such an honor omfg.

(Also lmao you're so funny "If we are going with the canon, then reader only has to deal with Micah for a couple more years🙃" and "Micah probably only gives her 10 bucks and a box of crackers to tie them over for the next month smh" I am cackling)

I think you're spot on, actually. Evan is really easy to underestimate but he's genuinely... not well when it comes to you. I think I mentioned it somewhere in an answer to an ask ages ago, but he actually has no issue with seriously hurting you for what he perceives to be "the greater good". That includes either taking a limb or shattering (and not properly mending) bone. Yes, he'll probably cry while he does it, will swear up and down that he hates doing this (and he does, he does) - but he has to do this. He's not the fun type of yandere. His little thing for you is kinda cute on the surface - until he has his first panic attack over you not answering your phone. (That is, if you two started dating 'the normal way'. Hah.) Personally, I think Micah is the worst out of the three, as well - simply because he has no issue with immediately resorting to violence. (And not with misguided motives like Evan, either.) Once he has you in a remote place and something isn't the way he wants it, I can actually see him getting physically abusive. We saw how he had no issue with shooting Maddy in Strawberry although she (probably) had hardly anything to do with that "unfinished business". I think running with Dutch kept him in check, reined him in. (He had to adhere to the rules of the gang, at least a little bit.) Another clue is Amos' letter to him - Amos being so scared for his family, his daughters, makes me think that Mister Bell is actually way worse than we've seen in the game. He already doesn't love you. You have your uses, yes, you're his - but fucking hell, you're a lot of fucking work, too. He has to keep you fed along with his brats and you're not even a pretty face to look at (to him. Now if we asked Arthur, that man would have married you immediately. But, as you know. Micah happened.) And maybe, that's the crux of this whole thing. There is no love here - there is with Evan and Bill. With them, if you were to completely give up one day, you'd have a (very controlled but) decent life, as far as the circumstances go. With Micah? Oh, you can try and try and try again, it will never be enough.

[weywardwisdom]

How to get to Narrung

EASY TO READ

I recommend taking the free-way. I recommend taking it early—with water. Repeat doses may be needed. The trip to Narrung has its risks.

How do I know? Linguamancy—which means, er, um, oh, it’s on the tip of my tongue!

Also. I read. And the trip to Narrung is packed with peril. Some poor sod died:

‘The track is a waterless one, and the heat apparently overpowered the unfortunate man before he could reach Narrung, which was only six miles distant’ (1905, Jan 12, SAD TALE OF THE BUSH, The West Australian, 5, Trove).

His body was found ‘watched over by a dog’. Oh the heart-break! But I left out three vital facts:

~ This tragedy happened over a hundred years ago.

~ It happened near Narrung, Victoria; where I suspect all my fan-mail goes.

~ His transport was shanks pony.

Thankfully you’ve got wheels and me as your friendly trippy travel-guide! What can go wrong?!

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Wherever there are old Ngarrindjeri routes, there’s always fresh water to be found nearby. Well, there used to be, before we land-grabbers blotted the landscape.

Enter Ngarrindjeri elder Neville Gollan. He knew where all the fresh-water soaks and wells used to be. And showed us a marker in the Coorong. The stone had the words ‘Good Water’ cut into it. It had to be old. Those words came with big bold sheriffs���oops, serifs. Who bothers writing with them these days? Ugh! The stone’s gone now—stolen by some bastard. No sheriffs—or serifs—around.

‘If you’re thirsty and can’t find water,’ said Uncle Neville, ‘just look for Wa:tji bush. Break a bit off’. Uncle was also fondly known as ‘the Professor’—with good reason.

‘What do I do with it?’ I asked. Yes, I’m an ignorant white-fella. He grinned, and said:

‘You suck’. (Please stress the second word, not the first).

Thing is, there’s no need to die of thirst here. Wa:tji bush is a really common plant. It grows in long hedge-rows along the side of the road. Well, it used to.

W.e.i.r.d. English's name is tangled lignum. W.e.i.r.d. science's name is ‘Duma florulenta’ (2009, Ngarrindjeri Dictionary, 164).

W.e.i.r.d? That’s—Western/white eye-wateringly insensitive, rudely dogmatic—apologies to Joseph Henrich.

Wa:tji bush grows taller than tall people. Yet W.e.i.r.d. people often don’t see it. Why? They rate it as worthless. And—I suspect—they didn’t get enough love at birth.

Wa:tji bush doesn’t get into local plant guides either. It’s not even in the one that tells land-grabbers about the ‘most common native and introduced plant species’ here (2009, LowerlakesPlantGuide).

Why not? After all, Wa:tji bush is a really cool living being. It has super powers of survival. And really deep roots—they can go down 3 metres odd (Tangled Lignum).

So when big waters bull-doze their way downstream, this plant has got a good grip on things. And this makes it a life-saver for many small critters.

Also. When it gets too dry, it’ll drop its leaves. And can look dead.

When it rains, a miracle happens! Wa:tji bush is quick coming back to life! It’s ability to renew itself makes this plant ‘the unsung zombie hero of the floodplains’ (2022, Sept 12, Tangled Lignum).

Also. If you look closely, there’s a tiny blue wren, living in there! The Ngarrindjeri name is ‘Wa:tji Pulyeri’. Wa:tji bush is a safe place for tiny Wa:tji Pulyeri (2009, Ngarrindjeri Dictionary, 164).

Wa:tji bush, sadly, is on the way out. Despite its awesome life skills, land-grabbers still don’t value it enough.

‘I didn’t know it had flowers’, a Narrung old-timer told me once. Sigh!

Flowers have been bursting from this bush’s grey-green tangle for eons. How do I know? Sycomancy? No, I don’t read fig leaves. I do read old stories.

Fig tree, by the way, sheltered baby twins, tossed out by an evil despot. And that’s how the evil Roman Empire began—abusing women and tiny children. Did they not get enough love at birth?

When the evil Empire came to this land, tangled lignum sheltered First Peoples. It hid Walmajarri people from the police, explained elder Bessie Doonday (Duma florulenta). That’s when they took the children away. What a terrible thing—white Australiens thinking they know best. When will the trauma end for Stolen Generations?!

Ngarrindjeri parents tell stories to teach their children about safe places. In the Waatji Pulyeri creation story, Wa:tji bush is a place to hide from danger. The story-teller of this version, sadly, is no longer with us—another Ngarrindjeri gone too soon. Gone but never forgotten.

Enter Jimmy Rankine, Ngarrindjeri singer and story-teller. The first time we met was at the Narrung general store—just across the road from Wa:tji bush, as it happens. And cross-my-heart, this is the only photo of the store I've ever taken.

‘Hullo, Jimmy’, I said. He stopped—studied me—and then said:

‘You know me? How? We’ve never met!’

‘I met your waist-coat this morning’, I replied. ‘It was hanging on the back of the chair, when I visited your mum, down Raukkan’.

It was an awesome waistcoat. It was patterned like the night sky filled with glowing golden stars. In those staid stuffed-shirt days, I really rated people who were so radiantly creative.

‘I’m a fan’, I added. ‘I bought your band’s cd’.

Thankfully, my remark about Rough Image put a spark in Jimmy’s eyes.

‘Would you like my autograph?’ he kindly said. I did.

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You can still see Wa:tji bush on your way to Narrung. And when you look carefully, I wonder who you'll see in there.

[thisisntmaple]

hi hello i need to dump a bit on rain world (/pos) (it is such a good game i can taste the flavors its so good) and it will contain spoilers related to the survivor campaign and im close to finishing that campaign (for context) but first here is what i need to say:

its weird that more people got to meet six grains of gravel instead of meeting five pebbles like the game intended you to do things.

granted. im trying my best to follow the eye guiding me through the game. (the little bastard) i find it really funny, but also damn congrats to the 1% that met six grains but not five pebbles. like the climb to meet that echo is so hard compared to just going to five pebbles straight up. I know my climb required starting from the gate to shaded and those DLLs fucking SUCKS god damn. I'm sure the climb going up to the wall is filled with white lizards and dropwigs. ugh.

and theres like requirements to fill before getting to meet that echo. you know. having a certain amount of karma before seeing the thing. I don't know if Six Grains of Gravel needs alot, though.

[llycaons]

like yeah I'm fond of jesse he's my pathetic little wet rag boy and he's been manipulated esp more recently but it was his choice to get into the business and there were many opportunities for him to take his significant amount of money and just leave for good. but skyler asked for none of this and has young children to look after and has little to no control over the things her husband does even when she's directly impacted by them. and she has to live with him

[ajvocals43]

How to Say “I Love You”

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader 

Word Count: 651

Warnings: slight anxiety, fluff, my stuttering stupid brain (sorry), GN!reader (no use of pronouns, one use of Y/n)

Summary: The reader gets anxious trying to tell Matt something. 

“What is it, Y/n?” Matt asked, concerned. “Well, we’ve been together for a little while now and I-I wanted to talk about our relationship. Because I-I…” I had to turn away because this was getting embarrassing.  “I don't understand. What are you trying to tell me? Do you want to…break up?” “No! No. Not even close. Ugh I suck at this!” I buried my face in my hands miserably because I didn't want to break up with him, but I couldn't speak English to save my life apparently. “Then what’s wrong?” I got up from his couch and started pacing because the frustration was taking over and I didn't know how to say those stupid 3 words. “I don't know what's wrong with me. It shouldn't be that hard. If I could just shut my stupid anxiety-ridden brain off for 3 SECONDS maybe I could-” Suddenly Matt was standing right in front of me, stopping me and my nonsense in my tracks. “Slow down, Sweetheart. Breathe.” He held on to my arms as he waited for me to follow his instructions. He waited patiently, his head tilted to the side and I could tell he was waiting for my racing heart to slow. When he was satisfied with what he heard he straightened again before asking, “Now, slowly, tell me what you need to say.” “I… wanted to say that I-I…” I steadied myself before saying, “am an idiot!” I groaned in frustration as somehow the words wouldn't come out of me correctly. I let my head fall against his chest as I wallowed in my misery. This was not at all how I'd wanted tonight to go. What I had planned seemed so easy. A nice, simple dinner and then I would tell him how I felt. Without stuttering. But then I got nervous and things came out completely wrong and now I was struggling to even explain why I was acting like a complete maniac. “That's not true.” He held me to him, not letting go as he said softly, “Whatever is going on in that pretty little head of yours, I can't help until you tell me.” He punctuated this with an equally soft kiss to my temple that almost brought me to tears because if I could just get the stupid words out this would all be going so much better. He waited patiently for me to speak up. And finally, I did. I groaned and pushed myself free of his hold and went back to pacing as I said, “I wanted to tell you I loved you without stuttering, but as you can tell, that failed horribly; and now I'm trying to save myself from further embarrassment but I just keep digging this hole deeper and deeper and deeper.” He’d stayed in the same place but called out from behind me, “You wanted to tell me what?” I didn't even think as I turned around and said, “I love you.” My eyes closed in exasperation with myself, when I turned and saw the smirk on his face, it hit me. I had to smile, that bastard. “Nice, Murdock. How long ago did you find out?” He chuckled. “I heard you practicing outside my apartment.” “And you let me sit here and ramble like an idiot?!” “I was letting you get there on your own.” He said with a small shrug as he made his way towards me again. “Plus, you're kind of adorable when you're nervous.” “Yeah? Well, next time, don't let me almost break up with you before I get to my actual point.” I huffed, frustrated. He pulled me back into his arms as he said, “Well, next time I'll be sure to not let that happen.” He chuckled before placing a soft kiss on my lips. “I love you.” I said. “Terrible decision, really.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine in a soft kiss before saying sweetly, “I love you, too.”

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