#whatever it’ll be fine I’m stressed excited

[milo-is-rambling]

The countdown until the first script reading is all I’m seeing in my mind. In four hours and fifteen minutes I’ll be sitting in audience seats of the little black box theater while everyone reads the script for the first time and I get to imagine what it’ll all look like in March when the show is on the big stage

[alilarew23]

the law is always operating whether you’re experiencing what you want or not, so if you’ve been trying and trying and trying for months and all you’re experiencing is your own trying (and probably frustration/exhaustion), it’s time to stop.

before you throw hands, don’t worry, i’m not gonna tell you to give up on what you want. you’re meant to have it, you already do have it, you just need to operate from the state of fulfilled desire. so, let me help.

your “biggest” desire(s) materialized 30 minutes ago. you were fUcKiNg StOkEd, as you should be 🤭, powerful one, and then the excitement settled, and now you feel……………….

normal?

oop, yeah, all the manifesting stress skress is gonzo.

you no longer “have to” affirm or listen to subs or do SATS or any of that other stuff.

and of course you’re thinking about whatever you manifested, but instead of thinking of it as ~~~out there~~~ it’s now……………..

in your physical realm.

(which is still just consciousness, but whatever).

point is, you’re thinking about it like it’s here.

which it has been all along.

so, tell me, truly, what are your thoughts?

i love (SP) so much. i’m so relieved we are back together.

fuck i really needed that 1,000 bucks. now i can pay rent/put it toward buying my dog.

jk just manifest the dog lol. lord knows i’mma get my hound.

oooohhh baby! ya girl got hired, as she SHOULD. 💋 now it’s time to go get some fire office attire.

you get the idea. you’re thinking from your desire instead of of it.

that’s all that’s required to experience what you want!

so, do that. enter the state of fulfilled desire. whatever feelings/thoughts naturally arise are the “right” feelings/thoughts—because they’re natural, not forced—and otherwise, you just chill. live your life. be the coolest, kindest, most badass version of yourself.

and simply allow what’s already yours to materialize so fast.

now, you might feel a little fear at first, because there’s no way it can be this simple, but, 1) i promise it is this simple, and 2) it’s fine to feel fear. you can feel fear and still experience what you want! you can also look fear in the face and giggle because you know you’re the operant power, and, as within, so without, so like—what’s a silly mind-body sensation got on ya? nothing, that’s what. and, my favorite, you can transmute fear into excitement/gratitude.

but what if it doesn’t happen 😣😣😣 —> it already did happen! let’s goooooooooo 🤸🏻‍♂️

mmmmk. that’s what i’ve got for ya.

always here to help if you need it, but you probably need less help than you think you do.

you’re so goddamn powerful. know it. be it.

you want it? it’s done.

already written.

ALSO THIS POST DISAPPEARED FROM MY DRAFTS AND I WAS LIKE ABSOLUTELY NOT MY FOLLOWERS NEED IT I’M TURNING MY PHONE OFF AND BACK ON AND IT’LL BE BACK AND IT WAS. BLESS THE LAW. YOU’RE WELCOME.

muah.

[seresinhangmanjake]

The One I Want: Part 4

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x plus size!reader

Summary: You're new in town and some guy named Jake is about to be your roommate. Being skeptical of new people keeps you lonely and uninterested in any entanglements, but Jake is desperate to change that.

Notes/Warnings: cursing, maybe. I don't think anything else. Sorry if there are typos.

Words: 1874

The One I Want Masterlist

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“Are you excited?” Jake asks as he hands you a cup of coffee. 

You take a sip and let the liquid run down your throat, then pull the cup away from your face to examine it. Your eyes dart from the caramel-colored drink to your roommate and back. He keeps getting it right, and you don’t know how. It’s as if you wrote the exact measurements of the contents of your usual coffee order on a sticky note and slapped it on the fridge so he had no choice but to memorize it. 

“Thank you,” you say. “And, yea…I guess so. It’ll be nice to have a reason to get out every day, but I have a feeling I'll be bored sitting around.” Which you’re perfectly fine with. A job is a job in your mind, and stumbling upon the gift shop across from the beach was convenient for both hirer and hiree. But Jake doesn’t need to know just how unfeeling you are toward your new job. You wouldn’t put it past him to try to unnecessarily cheer you up.

He’s done it a lot. At any hint of distress, you find him beside you. And as someone who finds themself lost in thoughts that allow anxiety or stress or pain to seep onto their face, it means Jake Seresin is often close. Which also means you are constantly at war with what your mind is willing to accept. 

There’s the suspicious part consuming most of your mind, telling you that people—men like Jake, especially—don’t go out of their way. Not for someone like you. But another itty bitty piece of your mind wants to believe Jake truly is this nice and caring. You wouldn’t hate to have that kindness in your life be a permanent fixture. 

Since you moved in you can’t deny that you rise each morning a little less worried about what the day will hit you with. And you know it’s Jake who has fueled that—indirectly, even. He has yet to comment on you or your body or your clothes or what you eat. Neither positively nor negatively. Though you do catch him staring from time to time, whatever he is thinking doesn’t leave his mouth, which is far more restraint than others have shown in the past. 

Jake shoves his hands into his sweatpants pockets and shrugs. “We usually take an hour for lunch. I could always stop by.”

“And do what?” You can’t hold back your snort, nor can you conceal the upturned tick of your lips. Your first smile of the day, light as it is, and Jake’s eyes fix on your mouth until you say, “Are you overdue for a new keychain or cheap beach snow globe?”

“I might be. Those snow globes are great,” he says with a grin, endearingly crooked. “You know, you shake ‘em around; snow goes all over the place.”

“Yes, I’m aware of how they work.”

“Well then you understand why I might want a new one,” he sasses, all but sticking his tongue out like a child.

You hum to hold back your laugh, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing you’ve started to find him funny in the last few weeks. Something tells you his ego doesn’t need it. Then, with your hand extended you pass him the mug and make your way toward the door to grab your purse off the nearby hook. “I’ll try to remember that. Thanks for the coffee.”

You are almost out the door, out of his sight and so close to gaining the distance you’ve decided you need from him, when he calls out to you.  “Hey, do you want me to pick you up at the end of your shift?”

The smile you’d finally let free from his earlier joke falls, and you swallow hard, suddenly wishing you’d had the money to keep the rental car you used to get yourself from one state to the next. Though you’ll have hours away from him for the day, and the days to come, Jake coming to get you when you’re likely drained from boredom will instantly ruin the mental fortitude you’re trying to regain. 

You’d never speak it into existence, but your new job benefits you in more ways than one. After coming up short on last month's rent, you’ll finally be able to put a dent in the money you owe him—because you are paying him even though he doesn’t ask for it—but you were also banking on the separation giving you the chance to get your thoughts and pulse under control. 

Anticipation has wormed its way into your daily routine lately. You wake. Wash face. Brush teeth. Dress. Think of Jake. Scold yourself for thinking of Jake. Itch to see him, for reasons you’d rather not focus on. Get pissed for the rapid beating of your heart. 

You don’t need it. Not the unexpected thoughts, not the chaos of your pulse, not the disappointment in yourself for failing to learn from previous experiences. Thinking of him too often will fuck things up and leave you worrying about much more than just Jake or his friends or the odd stranger paralyzing you from a sudden comment or snide remark on how you look. Before you know it, you’ll be digging into the front pocket of your suitcase for the final two notecards and tossing a coin. 

“It’s only a mile-long walk,” you say, praying the unsteadiness of your voice isn’t detectable through the wall segmenting hallway from kitchen.

“So?”

You sigh. Definitely not the answer you wanted. You don’t know how to respond. There’s no excuse on the tip of your tongue, so you settle on, “Have a good day, Jake. Go save the country or something.”

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You were spot on with that boredom prediction. Hours have passed and you’ve been forced to fill the time with menial tasks that might just be shrinking a few brain cells. Examining every item in the shop, counting every item in the shop, recounting the little squishy sea critter toys after a group of preteen girls lingered too long in that aisle. As someone so used to being on the move, each minute is slowly eating away you. 

With limited options, there are opportunities to let your mind wander and, eventually, you drift into your memories. When the urge to stop them arises, you’re shocked that you kick it back. And before you can talk yourself out of it, you’re grabbing a pocket-sized navy-colored notebook and a pen with a plastic seashell for a cap. 

A self-help book you’d skimmed a year prior suggested writing things down to process trauma and grief. The author-slash-therapist didn’t ask for well-detailed memories and feelings, but instead, a quick scribbling of the first things that come to mind. Despite how simple the task seemed, you hadn’t considered it. It seemed silly to relive the pain, to rip open wounds. Even poorly stitched wounds, you won’t deny, that left ragged and raised scars. You’d just been content with no longer bleeding. 

But recently, you’ve neglected a pulling; a string threaded and knotted into your heart with a force trying to tug it free from the confines of your chest. Though you know that would only serve one unenticing purpose, to demand you examine the organ and assess the damage time has worn into it, you don’t reconsider flipping open the cover of the notebook. 

With a free mind, you write down names, places, and towns. You write down words that were thrown at you. You write down the first time someone attacked your most vulnerable parts. And the things said and done that drove you out of one location and onto the next. You write until pages of white are filled with what could only be compared to an insane person's pastime. You write until another customer comes in just as the sun begins to fade. 

You feel her presence before you look up from the notebook in your lap, and when you finally do, you internally flinch at the sight. 

The pin-straight yellow strands of her hair reach a few inches below her shoulders, her lips are coated in bright red, and her eyes are enhanced with heavy dark shadow tones. She is tits shoved together, pushing cleavage out the low V of her camisole, and tight ass filling out tighter, dangerously short, shorts, and tiny waist a man could wrap his hands around and touch fingertips. She’s everything you avoid, and she pays you no mind as she makes her way to the mugs at the back corner of the store before heading for the t-shirts.

It’s obvious she entered with a mission when you find her not one minute later standing in front of you and setting the items on the counter. As you scan and wrap the mug and place it in the bag with the shirt, you don’t miss the similar words written across both cheap gifts. My Boyfriend is a Naval Aviator flows in cursive script over the chest of the shirt. My Girlfriend F*cks a Naval Aviator curves with the rounded shape of the mug.

You wonder if that boyfriend is one of Jake’s friends. Rooster does have a girlfriend and you have no way of knowing if this woman is his type. You kind of hope she isn’t. 

“It’s sixteen dollars even,” you mutter. 

She reaches into her cami and pulls out a twenty, slamming it down on the glass countertop that doubles as a display case for the slightly more expensive, yet still cheap, merchandise. The leftover four dollars are then shoved back between her push-up bra and breast. The bag is ripped from your hand and she promptly exits. 

That’s one way to end a first day, you think. At least it was one more thing to do with your time. Annoying kids, a notebook you’re not going to dare touch for a few days, and a woman with underlying anger issues who reminds you too much of your past. You deflate as you realize tomorrow is not likely to end up nearly as eventful.

Closing the shop is, thankfully, a quick process, because you’d like to make it back to the apartment before the moon and stars become your main light source. Walking home in the dark doesn’t suit you but you weren’t about to accept Jake’s offer knowing it likely wouldn’t stop there. First he’ll be picking you up, then it’ll develop into him dropping you off, then you’ll be hanging out with him and his friends every weekend. And then what? What good will any of that do you?

As it turns out, though, you don’t have a choice. 

Once the building door is shut and locked, you turn to find a black truck pulling up beside you. Your heart misses its next beat as fear grips you, but then you recognize the vehicle. The passenger window rolls down to reveal sandy blond hair, then green eyes, then sharp nose, then wide grin.

“You didn’t actually say no,” Jake says. 

Fuck. 

With a sigh and a roll of your eyes, you step closer, wrap your fingers around the car door handle, and pull. 

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A/N: ended up having to do something tonight, so this part came a little early. I hope you liked it :)

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[mockerycrow]

super big congratulations on 4k!! you deserve it <3

i was wondering if you could write a gn! reader x price with the prompt "Hey, it's okay, I got you. You're alright, you're okay." it doesn't matter if it's platonic or romantic; whatever feels best for you!!

Thank you so much and congratulations!

YOU’RE ALIVE (Price x GN!Reader) — 4K CELEBRATION

[WARNINGS; Car accident, implied situationship w/ Price, moderate injuries, flashbacks, near panic attack, open ending.]

YOU DON’T REMEMBER the events that lead up to you in a hospital bed, a cast fitted around your arm, a brace on your knee, a bandage around your skull, and only God knows how many stitches and bandages in random assortments. You can’t forget the numeral wires and tubes attached to you, too. Oh, and the ear-bleeding beeping. John sits next to you in a chair—he’s your… friend, of sorts. You aren’t really sure what to call what you two have going on.

You look at him, slumped in the visitors chair he’s pulled up beside your bed, his arms crossed and his legs spread; his neck is bent at an awkward angle and you know it’s going to ache whenever he awakens. John looks quite tired—he’s looked tired and stressed the entire time he’s been in the hospital room with you. Stressing over you, like a worried hu—…. you shouldn’t think about that. Suddenly the ceiling looks far more appealing to stare at, rather than the beautiful gentleman who is willingly staying at your bedside, despite your exhausted attempts to have him get some proper rest.

You glance over at him—envious of how he’s able to sleep right now. Hm. Honestly, you know John would be awake with you if he had the energy. The only reason why you’re awake is your stitches itch, and the only reason why he’s asleep is because you did not wake up for four days after you passed out at the scene of a car accident you were apparently in; an accident you don’t remember too well. You barely even remember what you had for breakfast that morning; cereal of some kind, maybe? Eggs? You don’t know.

“You were on the way to work, love.” You remember John telling you. You remember the tense expression, the firmness of his eyebrows. The frown of his lip, the way he amusingly resembled a quokka in the moment. You were also apparently on the phone with John at the same time, so whatever happened, he heard all of it. The details from your own memory are fuzzy—your doctors concluded your amnesia is temporary, so they gave you the choice of remembering it yourself or having them tell you. You opted in for the first option.

It was coming back to you in bits and pieces. Small moments where you feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing up, you think you hear glass shattering in the distance; your heart begins to race at different moments. You aren’t sure what to make of it—until now.

“I’m not excited for this meeting.” You whined, your eyes were glued to the road. Your phone is bluetooth connected to your car’s system so you can talk with John and have both of your hands on the wheel. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, honey. Surely it’s just about budgets like last month.” John hums through the speakers of your car. You sigh, turning on your windshield wipers as it’s pouring out, obscuring your vision a bit.

“It’s raining pretty hard, how do the roads look?” He asks, a bit of rustling coming from John’s end. He’s probably reading a book or looking out from the curtains. “I’m driving slower than normal, visibility isn’t the greatest..” You admit, letting out a breath, slowing the car down once again. “..I was sliding a bit, thinking it’s time I get some new wheels.” John hums in agreement. “Definitely. Please be safe, love.” You chuckled glancing around the road, furrowing your eyebrows when the double yellow line seems to fade. “I’m trying my best, Jo—“

You’re suddenly being jostled around violently after a big impact from your front, your seatbelt digging into your skin as something launches your car off to the side. “SHIT—“ You scream, attempting to stop the car, but the rain causes you to slide across the road. Something hits you from the back and you feel you physically feel yourself lift in your seat—and then you’re fading in and out. You wake up with wetness against your face, pain in your ribs, your arm, your skull—

You let out a choked sob as there’s ringing in your ears and your eyes refuse to focus—but you can tell you’re upside down. You see a pair of legs sprinting towards you through your broken side window, and you aren’t really register what’s happening. You blink and the person is try to pry the door open frantically. You still don’t hear them; it’s almost like a silent movie.

The door gives, the flipped car jostling from the force used to pry it open. You blink and fuck—It’s John. His eyes are wide and his jaw is tense, shaky hands. He’s grabbing the sides of your head, forcing you to keep your head still—his lips are moving but you can’t hear him. You sob and you try to reach up to touch him, and he lets you. Your eyes look at your own hand as it’s caked in your own blood, causing you to inhale shakily. This isn’t happening. The pain starts sitting you harder, a pulsing in the side of your head.

“Hey—“ John’s voice suddenly cuts through and you blink, and you’re back in the hospital room. You’re breathing hard and fast, causing your chest to ache more than it already does. His hands are cupping your cheeks like he was in the flipped car, and you let out a panicked sob; your machines make loud beeping noises in retaliation. “Hey, it’s okay, I got you. You’re alright, you’re okay..” John quickly murmurs, his thumbs gently wiping your tears away. “Focus on my voice, okay? You’re alright. You’re in the hospital, love.”

You sniffle and nod, shakily inhaling once again as you try to calm your panicked lungs and struggling heart, your good hand coming up and gently grasping his wrist. “I-I was flipped over—“ You choke out, which John quickly meets with soft shushing and a kiss between your eyebrows. “I know, honey. I know. I got you, you’re safe now.” You nod, choking out another whimper as you lean into his touch—because John’s right. He has you; you’re safe, he’s the one who got to you first. You’re sure you’ll want to ask him how he found you so fast later, but all you want to do right now and feel him and hear him. Because you’re alive.

[theonlyhonoredone]

Love You Like No Tomorrow

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: The story of how you and Satoru got married

Masterlist

It was the middle of summer when Satoru raised the question. A bored evening, the two of you were sitting on the balcony sharing some strawberry cake. He had been staring at you for a while, obviously deep in thought. You let him play with whatever was in his mind until you reached the last bite of dessert, finally deciding to ask him what he was thinking about. He’d looked at you very seriously for a long time before finally answering.

“I want to marry you,” he stated.

You nearly choked, your eyes growing wide in surprise, “Excuse me?”

“I want to marry you,” he repeated, “Not some big wedding thing, just you and I. I want you to be my wife.”

“I-” you paused because while the idea wasn’t unwelcome he had totally blindsided you, “Why are you bringing this up now? Did something happen?”

He had a bad habit of burying his problems. Often refusing to speak about something until he was on the verge of breaking.

“Nah, I was just staring at you and you’ve got these crumbs on the side of your mouth,” he reached over to wipe them with his thumb, “And I was thinking about how cute you look like that and then I thought, who thinks someone looks cute with a bunch of crumbs on their face? Must be because I’m in love with you, and I already knew that but I was just thinking if I already wanna be with you forever and you obviously feel the same way why don’t we just get married already?” He licked his thumb and leaned back, propping his hands behind his head. “I don’t wanna wait anymore, I wanna do it right now.”

You couldn’t help laughing, “Who says I feel the same way?”

He turned to you with a big smile, “Don’t play coy, I’ve got you whipped.”

“I believe it’s the other way around, actually.”

“It goes both ways, how about that?” 

You nodded in agreement, “Okay, fine, we’re both whipped and we wanna be together forever.”

Your eyes danced over the Tokyo skyline as you let his proposition sink in. It was surprising, Satoru loved to be the center of attention so you couldn’t imagine he’d pass up the chance to have some big flashy wedding. That wasn’t something you’d want, it always seemed more romantic to you to confess your deepest feelings in private. When you declared your undying love for Satoru you wanted him to be the only one to hear it. Really thinking about it made you realize how much you hated the idea of some big ceremony. Months or even years of planning, all the anxiety and anticipation of making everything perfect. Then having to share all your deepest feelings in front of a big crowd. Plus with Satoru’s status in the Jujustu world it’d inevitably become some sort of political ordeal.

“You’re okay with us just running off to do this? No party, no big celebration, nothing?” You questioned him to make sure he was really sure about it before you agreed.

He grabbed his chin, rubbing it as the scenario passed through his mind. “Yeah, I mean a party would be fun, but I don’t wanna wait all that time. We can plan some party later, oh and a honeymoon, we gotta have one of those,” he nodded as he imagined all the locations you could go, “But the actual marriage part, I don’t need that to be for anyone but us. If you want that stuff though, we can wait.”

“I don’t want it, actually I kind of hate the idea of it all,” you confessed. “It seems stressful, I’d rather it just be us.”

His eyes widened excitedly and he leaned forwards in his chair, just barely sitting on it’s edge. “Let’s go do it now then! We can go to one of those drive-thru places! It’ll be fun, and then we can go on a mini honeymoon tomorrow!”

You laughed at his excitement, “Well I at least want a white dress Toru, and I want you to wear a suit. Why don’t we plan it for this weekend or something?”

“Nah, I wanna do it tonight! If you want to get dressed up we can,” he dug into his wallet and passed you a card, “We’ll go get you a dress and me a suit and then we can head over! We can go right at sunset!”

The excitement in his big blue eyes was too overwhelming for you to deny him so you nodded and let him hoist you out of your chair. You rushed over to the shopping district you frequented and gave yourselves both an hour to get ready. You found the perfect little white dress, it hugged you just right and you found yourself getting emotional in the fitting room. Off the shoulder with long sleeves, hitting you just above the knee, pretty feathers wrapping around the collar and top of the sleeves. It was simple elegance, paired with a pair of sweet kitten heels it really made you feel like a bride. You swiped the dress and changed into it right away, having to run back to the car to meet Satoru in time. He had found himself a deep blue suit and paired it with a baby blue button up and some black formal shoes. He looked incredibly handsome, his eyes no longer hidden by the sunglasses he’d worn on the way there. 

“You’re beautiful,” he wrapped his arms around you and spun you around with a big smile.

“So are you,” you cooed back at him, stealing a quick kiss. “Are we really gonna do this?”

He nodded, “Obviously, come on I even got you this,” he presented you with a jewelry box which made you gasp.

“How did you have the time…” you trailed off as he opened the box, revealing it to be totally empty inside. “That’s mean Toru!”

He laughed and tossed the box into the back seat, “I didn’t actually have time, that’s just an old box. I got you this though,” he pulled a candy ring from his pocket, making you burst into a fit of laughter, “It’ll have to do for now alright?”

You nodded and presented your hand to him, “Come on, you’re supposed to put it on me.”

“Not yet, you have to wait until we actually get married,” he winked and opened the car door for you, “Come on pretty.”

You grinned as you buckled yourself in, the candy ring seated in your lap as Satoru sped through the city. You were both laughing the whole time, grinning like idiots as you pulled into the drive-thru. Satoru explained excitedly that you wanted to get married right now because you were madly in love. You two were told to sign some papers and they offered you a veil for the photos. A man dressed as a priest led you through a quick ceremony and simple vows. Satoru slid his candy ring onto your finger and dipped you back as dramatically as he could for your first kiss. A young giggling girl took a million pictures and babbled about how cute she thought you were. In the end you left with a bundle of printed out pictures of the two of you and a real marriage license. 

“I can’t believe it,” you gripped the license as Satoru drove you back towards your home, “This is like, for real Satoru. We actually are married.”

He took your hand and kissed the candy ring on your finger, “It’s not real until we consummate it.”

Laughter bubbled up from your chest once again, “Shut up perv.”

“Hey, that’s no way to speak to your husband,” he teased.

“Well you shouldn’t be acting like a perv Toru, you’re a married man you know?”

He was smiling ear to ear, “That’s even more reason for me to be a perv don’t you think? Now that I’ve got the prettiest wife in the whole world, I mean how can I be expected to keep my hands off my pretty, perfect wife?”

“I don’t know, I can’t keep mine of my handsome, strong husband,” you took one of his hands in yours. “So I guess you’ve got a point there.”

When you got home Satoru carried you to your room and tossed you onto the bed. You spent your night rolling around in the sheets, giving in every single time Satoru asked for just one more. How could you even deny such a doting husband after all? You worked yourselves until you were exhausted, falling asleep tangled up together with your bedroom looking like it’d been hit by a hurricane. Even when the morning came you didn’t care to clean up, instead opting to spend your makeshift honeymoon tucked into your big bed together sucking on your candy ring.

[malues]

HAIII!! I was super fixated on LOTS during my exams and it almost cost me. But it helped relieve stress at least :D ANYWAY. I got stuff I wanna say, and it’s nice to have a main creator’s opinion. But pls correct or change my headcannons or anything, I do like accuracy. :p Apologies if this is long (I literally hv no other ppl to talk ab LOTS stuff like this with)

I see Michael and CB always hv sharp teeth when rlly upset, and I interpret CB’s lil bump in his teeth as a fang. Is that a good interpretation to have? I like the idea of those two being an intimidating sharp teeth duo

Semi-related to above, I like to think operators and their patients are very super similar. Like they’re sort of fated to be that patients operator for a reason yk? Like Michael and CB mirror each other a lot in their own way, yet are so opposite. And it seemed that PB was clean and stuff, but his operator wasn’t (rlly cool mirroring). Crown and Sean just compliment each other and get along great. I’m also mostly fixated on Michael’s and CB’s dynamic, Michael and CB being a complete mental mess in their own rights, and little things like Michael likes rabbits and CB bunny ears jokes :> I also like the idea CB holds a form of resentment cuz his friends get chiller operators and he was instead locked up for months.

Also Michael seems like the type to get over-stimulated and lash out, or collapse onto herself. Would she pace around? (If so, I like to think she holds her pinwheel top still cuz it’ll spin from the air yk and it would be more over-stimulating) Does she pen click when frustrated? Does she chew? Or does she mess with her pinwheel pieces>

I also like the idea that CB throws tantrums and is prone to unintentionally lashing out, he’s over-energetic and he can’t help it. Like he lashes out at crown and his operator. Would his lashing out come from stress, fear or anxiety?

I think that’s mostly it. Uhhhh my only complaint is you should’ve made PB cry in episode 1c, I wanna see TEARS lol

Ok thank u! I’m excited for more episodes, livestreams, videos and whatever else u hv planned ^.^

I LOVE ALL UR THOUGHTS!!! ill try to answer these without giving too much away

the fangs/bumps in a characters teeth is less of an actual trait and more of a little thing i draw whenever i feel like itd be funny to show on screen, but more detailed interpretations of that are fine by me!

the relationship between operator and patient is really hard to explain, especially in a general sense. i wouldnt call it fate COMPLETELY but the patient that an operator is assigned isnt COMPLETELY random either if that makes any sense. im happy u noticed the similarities between cb and michael, and we'll get to see a lot more of their relationship as the episodes go on. both of them are very prone to lashing out if in the right context but for their own reasons. the lashouts originate from a lot of mixed emotions, but i think part of it comes from both of them thinking "Why am i stuck with this asshole?"

also i agree that i shouldve made pb cry in 1c. when faeb did those lines i was taken aback cause i didnt expect him to sound like hes on the verge of tears!!!! but i guess it makes sense

thank you for your kind words!! im excited for everyone to see whats next for the show

[bingwriterxo]

the shakespeare exhibit - part 5

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: in which you meet tara's family, and she reveals a secret

warnings: talks about murder

word count: 2400+

author's note: R's brothers' names are finally revealed😩

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Sam, Mindy, and Chad sat in the Carpenter-Bailey living room, watching Tara as she paced around the room, chewing on her bottom lip and fidgeting with her hands.

“You guys have to be nice to her, okay?” Tara said, glancing at the trio. “She’s a little nerdy.” Or a lot nerdy, she thought. “And she can ramble about literature sometimes, so if you don’t want to listen to that, then don’t get her started.” Not that I don’t like her rambling. I actually would kill to listen to her talk Shakespeare to me right now. Her voice is just so-- She shook her head. “Maybe just don’t bring up any authors, or playwrights, or poets, or--”

“T,” Mindy interrupted. Tara whipped her head toward her, eyes wide with anxiety. “Don’t stress. I already know Y/N, and she’ll fit in just fine with us. She’s a little sweetheart. Plus, you’re wrapped around her finger, which is a great sign.”

Tara sighed. “I know. I just…I’ve never brought anyone home before, so I’m nervous.” She looked at Sam. “I really want you guys to like her because I’m hoping she’ll be around for a while.”

Sam smiled. “Tara, it’ll be fine. I’m excited to meet her.”

“We’ll finally get to see how whipped you are!” Mindy said, shooting Tara a teasing grin. “Because we all know you’re a simp.”

“Shut up, Minds,” Tara grumbled. “You’re one to talk--always gushing over Anika and ‘oh! I can’t! I’m with ‘Nika tonight!’” Tara mimicked, making her voice higher to mock her friend.

Mindy huffed. “Whatever. At least I asked Anika to be my girlfriend before actually calling her my girlfriend.”

“Don’t use that against me.”

Chad piped up, interrupting the bickering. "So, on a scale from 1 to Ethan, how nerdy is she?"

Tara tilted her head, thinking. “Like, a nine?” No, higher. “Maybe she even beats Ethan, actually.” Oh my god, is she nerdier than Ethan?

Chad hummed. “I didn’t think that would ever be possible.”

“Well, if one of you gets her rambling, then you’ll see.” Tara started pacing again. “But, really, she could go on for hours, so you should try to avoid--”

“Just breathe, Tara, alright?” Sam said. “This’ll be fine. And if it’s not, well, you like her, and that’s what matters.” But I need you to like her, too, Sam.

“Okay.” Tara exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “You’re right. This’ll be perfectly fi--"

Soft knocks on the front door made her jump where she stood, her nerves rushing back up her throat and threatening to spill out. She glanced at the clock. She’s early. Oh god. I thought I had more time. I need more time. I need to prep these guys. I need to prep myself. I need to--

Chad furrowed his eyebrows. “Are you gonna get the door, or…?”

Tara nodded. “Yes.”

“You haven’t moved, T,” Mindy pointed out.

“I’m getting there,” Tara seethed through gritted teeth.

“I can get the door,” Sam offered, already halfway out of her seat. That snapped Tara from her reverie and she pushed her sister back onto the couch with a huff. Only I can open doors for her.

Tara crossed the room, peeked through the peephole, and inhaled deeply when it was, in fact, you standing out in the hall. Okay. This is it. She twisted the doorknob and pulled the door open, smiling nervously at you.

“Hi, pretty girl,” you said, looking just as jittery as she felt. There was a bottle of wine in your hands, and you were wringing your fingers around it as you spoke. “I thought I had the wrong apartment for a minute.”

She shook her head, blushing from the nickname. “Nope. You’re…here.” She stared at you for a moment before being interrupted by Mindy behind her.

“Are you gonna let her in, T?” the girl called out. I’ll kill her. Really, I will.

“Right,” she breathed out. She opened the door wider. “Come on in.”

You shuffled through the door, offering a soft smile to the three that were sitting on the couch. “Hi, guys,” you said, waving.

“‘Sup? I’m Chad.”

“You already know me, nerd.” Can Mindy just be somewhat nice for once? Tara thought.

Sam stood up, and Tara gulped. Don’t be rude. Don’t be rude. “Nice to meet you, Y/N,” Sam said, grinning at you.

“You too!” You shoved the wine bottle in her direction. “This is for you. It’s a 1961 Merlot from France.” You blushed, glancing down sheepishly. “My parents sent it over since I’m not 21 yet, but I thought it would be nice to bring something.”

Sam’s eyes widened as she stared at the bottle. “I can’t accept this. It had to have been expensive.” If you saw her apartment, you’d know her parents have the money.

You shrugged, biting your bottom lip. “No, please. It’s…it’s not a big deal, really.” You frowned, and Tara could tell you were growing anxious. She grabbed your hand, holding it tightly in her own as you said, “But, if you’re not a big wine drinker, I could ask them to send something else, or--”

“No, this is great.” Sam smiled. “Thank you.”

You breathed out a sigh of relief. “You're welcome.”

Okay, Tara thought. Good first impression. Perfect.

“Well,” Sam said, “the food’s ready. Should we eat?”

* * *

You sat next to Tara at the table, her hand on your thigh, with Chad across from you and Mindy and Sam sitting at either end. The food had already been eaten, empty plates laying in front of each of you, and easy conversation was flowing between all of the friends, leaving you to sit back and watch.

“So, Y/N, Tara told us that you’re an English major at Blackmore?” Sam said, turning to you, a glass of the wine you had brought in her hands.

You nodded, taking a sip of water to clear your throat. “Yeah! I’m an English major with a concentration in literature specifically.”

Here we go, Tara thought.

“Who’s your favorite author, then?” Sam asked. Oh, you fool. I warned you.

“Oh, well, you know, there’s just so many throughout history.” You furrowed your eyebrows in thought. “I mean, Shakespeare is high on the list, of course, though he’s considered a playwright. Nathaniel Hawthorne is also one of ‘the greats’ for me. I mean, one of my brothers is named after him, so I feel like I have to lean into that. Poet-wise, I’d have to go with Emily Dickinson because, to me at least, her language is filled with so much passion and true love for poetry.” Your eyes flitted around the table, and you glanced down. “Sorry, I’m rambling.”

Tara leaned over and whispered, “It’s okay, baby. You’re doing fine.”

Sam hummed. “Do you know what you want to do with your degree?”

“Maybe become an English professor like my father, or I may try to stay on the museum-track because I really do love being a tour guide.”

“It’s cool that you like Shakespeare,” Sam said. “I could never get into him, especially when they tried to teach us in school.”

“Well,” Mindy began, “neither could Tara, but look at her now. All it takes is a little literature nerd”--Mindy pointed at you--“and you’re all set.”

“So, why’s that your thing?” Chad asked, and Tara smiled softly, glad that he was trying.

“Well, I grew up with it,” you said. “My father was an English lit. professor; my grandfather was a poet; my great grandmother was an author; my great great grandmo--” You stopped yourself. “You get the picture; it spans generations with us.” You shrugged lightly. “We’re all literature fans, for the most part, except for my other brother Eddie.”

Chad nodded. “That’s cool. I can’t say I’m much of a reader myself, but it’s cool you’ve got a passion.”

You sighed with relief, and Tara squeezed your thigh. Bingo! That’s her on all of their good sides.

“What’re you into, then?” you asked.

“Me? Oh, I’m a big sports guy,” Chad said.

“Do you like the 49ers?”

“Like them?! That’s my team, man!”

You grinned, and Tara could practically see the idea form in your head. She furrowed her eyebrows, wondering where the conversation was going. It wasn’t like you were a huge sports fan, at least from what you had told her. Then again, she had failed to mention that her family has hella money.

“My dad knows the coach. If you want, over summer break or something, I could arrange something so that you could meet the team,” you said.

Chad’s eyes practically popped out of his head. “Are you serious?! That would be epic.”

You waved him off. “It’s no biggie.” You turned to Mindy. “My dad also knows the director of the original Stab, if you ever wanted to meet him.”

“How the fuck does your dad know so many people?” Mindy asked, and Tara giggled at the child-like excitement in her voice.

“He’s got connections.” You shrugged.

“The coolest person our dad knows is Gale Weathers,” Chad huffed. “And that’s not even that cool, since we’ve met her already.”

Your eyes widened. “You guys have met Gale Weathers?” Oh shit, Tara thought, gulping.

Sam furrowed her eyebrows, looking at Tara. “You haven’t told her yet?” A thick tension settled in the air as you glanced to your side, clearly confused about the topic at hand.

“Told me what?”

Tara stammered for words. Fuck. Not the time. Definitely not the time. “I’ll tell you later.”

You tilted your head at her but accepted the response. “Okay. No problem.”

Just like that, the tension faded away and you went back to talking to the others, grinning and rambling and joking around. Thank god she gets along with them. But now I have a bigger problem on my hands.

* * *

You fell back onto Tara’s bed, and she giggled at how easily you made yourself comfortable. She sat next to you, running her hand down your arm.

“What’d you think?” Tara asked.

“I like them.” You sat up and glanced at your hands. “What do you think they think of me?”

“Oh, they love you. Trust me.” You looked at her, and she offered you a soft smile. “They acted this way with Anika, too, when she and Mindy first started dating, and she’s practically family now. So, you’re in!”

You laughed, the sound dancing past your lips. “Good. I was worried.”

Okay, Tara. You’ve gotta tell her, she thought. “So, we should probably talk.”

“Okay.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Is this about what they brought up at dinner?”

Tara nodded her head, sighing. “Yeah. You know about the…murders in Woodsboro, right?”

You shrugged. “Kind of. I watched the first few Stabs when I was younger, but I’ve never actually looked into or read about the real murders.”

“Did you hear about the copycat killers last year?”

“Yeah. Briefly. My dad brought it up.” You tilted your head. “What’s going on?”

Tara clenched her jaw, bile rising in the back of her throat as she thought about what she was going to reveal. Just tell her. Spit it out. She gulped, trying to stop the trembling of her hands.

“Tara, baby,” you cooed, taking her cheeks in your hands so that you could look into her eyes. “What’s wrong?” Your thumbs ran over her skin and came away wet. “You’re crying, sweetheart.”

Am I really? She sniffled and pulled away from your grasp, rubbing her own hands over her eyes. Huh. I am.

“You know you can tell me anything, right, Tar?” you asked, your voice so soft and careful that it made Tara want to melt into you.

She nodded and took a steadying breath. “I was part of it. The murders last year in Woodsboro,” she whispered. Her vision was blurry, yet she could still see as your eyes widened and your expression changed from worry to sorrow.

“What?”

“One of the killers was Sam’s boyfriend, Richie.” She bit her bottom lip, hating the way her voice shook. “And the other was…” Amber. My best friend. My girlfriend. My Amber.

“The other was who, baby?”

Tara’s heartbeat was faster than it should’ve been, and she was breathing heavily, like she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. She tried to swallow down the sob that wanted to erupt, but she couldn’t.

You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around her shoulders, pulling her into your chest. Carefully, you laid on your back, bringing her down with you, and carded through her hair with your fingers as she cried into you.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. We don’t have to talk about this now,” you said. “We don’t have to talk about it ever, if you don’t want to.”

Too good, Tara thought in the midst of her cries. She’s too good.

“I’m here, Tar. I’m here if you’re ready, and I’m here if you’re not.” You pressed a kiss to the top of her head, your lips lingering against her. “You’re okay,” you murmured.

It took nearly an hour for Tara to compose herself, her cries finally turning into soft sniffles and a few tears that dripped onto your shirt. When she pulled herself away from your hold, you were staring at her with wide, concerned eyes, and she knew she had to tell you.

“Okay,” she mumbled. “I’m ready.” You sat up and took one of her hands in yours, rubbing your thumb over her skin. She exhaled sharply through her nose and said, “The other killer was…she was my girlfriend. Amber.”

You deflated a bit at her words, frowning, and she watched as your eyes turned glossy. “Oh, Tara,” you whispered. You squeezed her hand. “I am so sorry. I can’t even imagine.”

She shrugged, blinking back the fresh wave of tears. “It’s okay.”

You shook your head. “It’s not, Tar.”

“It’s been a year. I don’t know why I’m not over it yet,” she said, voice cracking.

“I don’t know if that’s something you get over.” You sighed. “Or, at least, not in just a year.” You ran your thumb over her knuckles. “You can talk to me about it…whenever you want, okay?”

“It’s not weird? That she was…my girlfriend?”

“No, baby. It’s not. It’s something that should be talked about, and I’ll always be here to listen.” You leaned forward and kissed the tear tracks on her cheeks. “No matter what, whenever you want to talk about it, I’m here.” You smiled. “I’m good for more than just literature, you know.”

Tara giggled softly. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me.”

bonus: “tara?” chad asked a few days after the dinner with you.

“what’s up?”

“does y/n know any…video game developers?”

tara furrowed her eyebrows. “maybe. i’d have to ask.” she narrowed her eyes. “why?”

chad looked down at his feet. “...ethan wanted to know.”

she giggled. “ethan can ask her when he meets her.”

[brandogenius]

could you write something about Julien comforting the reader if the reader's family isn't supportive of their relationship?? ❣️

‼️RPF‼️

please take note there may be elements of homophobia here!! as a precaution

BLURB - julien x reader. - unsupportive family

- when invited to your house to meet your parents for dinner, jb was really excited. she wanted to make a good first impression. “should i wear a tshirt or a suit? or-“ you just shrugging, a little nervous “whatever you want baby, it’s just dinner at my parents house”

- your parents were always hmmm questionable. having a bit of different views compared to you. you thought it was ok however. especially when they would ask about your day and the boys. maybe they changed their mind ? maybe it’s ok now?

- “i can hear those thoughts from the other side of the room. princess it’ll be fine. one bad thing from their mouth and we can leave”

- both of you hand in hand walking up the driveway to your parents house. knocking on the door, your mother opens it. her smile fading away as she sees the two of you standing there. hand in hand

- clearly tensions were THICK. it was clear as day. being brought to the table, plates were set out. you were about to sit down next to julien but your mother took the seat. making you have to sit across from them.

- julien noticed immediately and stood up, going to the other side of the table to sit with you

- the two of you trying to be normal and eat the dinner but your parents just keep staring at the two of you

- “is there a problem?” julien looking up. both of you holding hands underneath the table

- your mom giving a weird look and sighing like “i just…didn’t expect you to look very masculine. you have a lot of tattoos” and juliens like oh no here we go ok. you having to hold onto her hand tightly afraid she might leap across the table

- julien going like “maybe so, but a lot of them are very meaningful to me” and you just glaring across the table at your parents.

- your mom would start picking out every small detail. from what julien wore to how she did her hair. “you’re a woman. you don’t even wear makeup!”

- at this point julien is a brave saint. with how much patience she has you don’t even know. angry tears forming as you stand up

- “why can’t you be proud of me? why can’t you be happy i’m in a relationship? why do you feel the need to belittle and judge someone because they don’t fit into what you think is acceptable?!”

- at this point you were tired, upset and annoyed. you just wanted to go home. going outside and into the car. you weren’t even shocked to know your parents didn’t even try and explain themselves. both of you left in a fit of anger.

- you breaking down sobbing. feeling guilty because julien was so excited to meet your parents. “sweetheart. hey- no listen to me” pulling over she hugs you tightly, cupping your face. “i was excited to meet your parents. but holt shit- fuck them. i wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt. especially considering you told me a lot of the shit they said previously.”

- reassuring you it’s ok, julien brushing some hair out of your face, wiping the tears from under your eyes with the pad of her thumb. it was quiet, apart from the occasional sniffle from you or sigh from julien

- jb suggesting sometime maybe going to visit her parents another day. you met her parents and they were as lovely as ever.

- you decide to go home for the night. having a well deserved relaxed bath. you end up blocking your parents on most social media’s. it wasn’t worth the stress. wasn’t worth the insults thrown at you at the table earlier

[cookies-over-yonder]

stab wounds

Lincoln gets his ears pierced for his eighteenth birthday.

Swiftli Week Day 1: Birthday!

ao3

“So, the big one-eight, huh?”

“Yeah, I—I’ve never done this before, and my dads are finally letting me.”

“Your dad told me on the phone. Don’t worry, you’re gonna be fine.”

“Yeah…”

Link stares at the gems before him, in varying sizes, shapes and colours. Probably also varying prices.

He feels a little light-headed, but he wants to do this. And he ate before, as Marco told him to, so he probably won’t pass out.

“These flower ones are cute!” Normal says, pointing at a couple small teal flower shaped gems. Those would suit him.

“You should pick those,” Scary suggests to him, and Normal does, holding up a clear stick, provided by the piercer, with the gem on it up to his ear to see how it’d look in the mirror. It matches his blue studs right below.

Everyone is getting piercings today. It’s reassuring. Though, Lincoln is the only one who has none to start with.

Scary and Normal each have one lobe piercing in each ear, Taylor has three , Hermie… Hermie can shapeshift to get whatever piercings she wants.

Taylor and Scary pick out their earrings for what Link thinks he remembers as a… helix?

“Have you decided yet, Lincoln?”

“Uh…”

“Need help?” Taylor asks, interlocking arms with Link and holding his hand. Link takes a deep breath at that, and he nods.

“Well, you could do one silver, and one onyx,” Taylor suggests, “you know, like soccer ball colours.”

“I think I want them to match.”

“Then I’d say both silver. It’ll suit your skin tone, and it goes with everything.”

“I think you’re biased,” Scary chimes in, gesturing at Taylor’s earrings, all of which are silver studs and hoops, “But, honestly, I agree. I think it’d look nice.”

The piercer takes a small silver gem and puts it on the clear stick thingy for Link to hold up to his ear in the mirror. He does so, and they’re right, it does look nice.

“Do you like it?” the piercer, Apple, Link remembers, asks.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna go with these.”

“Perfect. I’m gonna clean all the earrings you’ve chosen, and you all can get set up in this room.”

“I don’t wanna go first,” Link says, sitting down in one of the chairs, pulling Taylor onto his lap and squeezing him like a stress ball.

“I can go first!” Normal says, bouncing with excitement.

“Awesome,” Taylor says, “Scary can go second, and I’ll go before you. Would that help?”

Link nods, burying his face in Taylor’s hair.

“Which earrings did you pick?” Link asks, his voice muffled.

“Scary and I got matching studs, but hers is purple and mine is red.”

“Finally breaking the trend of silver,” Scary teases.

“Heh. Anything for you, Scary.”

“Y’know, after you guys can like, switch them out or whatever, I do have experience in making costume jewelry,” Hermie says, “And I might have a couple soccer ball charms, or whatever…”

Link looks up at her and smiles, only for her to avert her gaze.

“It’s your birthday after all,” she says.

“That it is,” Taylor agrees, turning around to kiss Link on the cheek. “You good?” he asks, quieter.

“I’m scared.”

“That’s okay. You’re gonna be fine, I’ve done this before. Twice, actually. Well, three times if you count when I was a baby, but, yeah. I’ll hold your hand and everything, promise.”

“Okay…” Link takes in a shaky breath, and sighs. Taylor kisses him again, this time on the lips.

“I’ve also done it before,” Scary adds, putting a hand on his back. “It’s really not that bad, and you can wear sick jewelry afterwards.”

“And, it’ll be a new experience for both of us!” Normal says, “I mean, mine are from when I was a baby, so I don’t remember anything.”

“Thanks, guys.”

“No problem, dude,” Taylor says, kissing him again, and again, and again, with an exaggerated “mwah” each time.

“Can’t you guys save that for later?” Hermie asks.

Taylor pulls away, giggling, and Link can’t help but smile with him. “Emotional support kisses are mandatory,” Taylor says.

“Alright, who’s going first?” Apple asks, walking back into the room. Taylor turns around to face them, wrapping Link’s arms around him like a seatbelt.

“Me!” Normal says, hopping onto what looks eerily similar to a doctor’s office bed.

“Perfect. I’m still sterilizing everything, so while that’s happening, I’m gonna go through aftercare.”

Apple talks them through the aftercare for the different piercings they’re all getting, and as much as Link tries to focus, the anxiety creeps back up, clouding his vision.

Taylor cups Link’s face in his hands. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay,” he says, bringing Link back to the present.

Link nods, and looks back at Apple, who, seeing that Link is alright, continues to explain.

Luckily, Marco knows all about the aftercare of piercings, so he’ll probably ask him to explain it again when he gets home.

The top part of the bed thingy tilts up until it’s more of a chair with back support. Ah, it’s like a dentist office chair! Sort of. And Normal leans against the back of it as Apple cleans his ears and marks where the piercings will go.

Scary and Hermie stand in front of him, each taking one hand to hold.

Apple talks Normal through the process and everything they’re doing, and tells Normal to take a deep breath in, and out, as they pierce him.

And after a moment, one side is done. Link gets a look from afar. It’s pretty.

“How was that?” Apple asks.

“It hurt a bit, but it was okay.”

“Okay, we’re going to do the other side now.”

Link buries his head in Taylor’s shoulder, and tilts it a little to kiss his neck. Taylor squirms a little and giggles, before grabbing hold of Link’s hand and giving it a squeeze.

“All done!” Link hears, and Normal is hopping off the seat and looking in the mirror.

“I love it!” he says, before rushing to show it off to Link and Taylor.

“Epic,” Taylor says.

“It looks cute. Did it hurt a lot?” Link asks.

“It hurt, but it wasn’t that bad. You’ll be fine.”

“Okay.”

“Scary, you’re next?” Apple asks.

“Yup!”

“This one matches your hair, good choice.”

“Thank you!”

Link doesn’t look at this one, he just keeps his head buried, and he flinches when Scary shouts, “Ow!”

“You okay?” Apple asks.

“I’m good.”

“Alright. I’m gonna slide the backing in.”

“M’kay.”

“Now I’m putting in the post.”

“Mm’kay.”

“And now the gem.”

“Mmm’kay.”

“And you’re done!”

“Oh, thank god.”

“You want some water?”

“Yes, please. Fuck .”

“Just rest, you can take as long as you need.”

Link lifts his head up to see Scary still sitting there, with a small paper cup of water, and Normal holding her free hand.

“Scary, are you okay?” Link asks, hearing his own voice shake.

“Yeah, it just hurt. More than my lobe piercings for sure. Prepare yourself, Tay.”

“Will do, Scare. It looks awesome, by the way.”

“Hell yeah,” she says, taking another sip of water.

It does look goregeous. A small purple stud perfectly matching her hair. It’s a great choice.

Scary gets up to look in the mirror, and she takes a selfie with Normal, Hermie photobombing with a peace sign in the background.

Taylor moves to get up, but Link clings to him harder, holding him still.

“It’s my turn, man,” he says, voice gentle.

Link whines, squeezing him.

“This is all perfectly safe, Lincoln,” Apple says. “You have nothing to worry about.”

“You can hold my hands and everything, babe.”

“Okay… okay,” Link says, letting go.

Taylor hops off, and when he stands up, his legs wobble a little. Apple brings a stool across from where Taylor sits, and Link sits on that and holds his hands, squeezing tight.

Taylor squeezes back, and when Apple tells him to take a deep breath in, and out, he scrunches up his face, and squeezes Link’s hands so hard his nails dig into Link’s skin.

Apple puts in the backing, and the post, and the gem, and Taylor opens his eyes, his breathing slightly staggered, but for the most part, he’s okay.

“It hurt, but I’m strong,” he smiles at Link, “And so are you,” he winks.

Taylor tilts his head so Link can get a better view. A scarlet stud like the streaks in his hair.

“It’s beautiful. Like you.”

Taylor giggles and leans forward, kissing Link’s forehead.

Taylor hops off the seat, still holding Link’s hands.

Link stands up, and Taylor runs his hands up and down his arms. “Are you ready?”

“I think so.”

Link sits on the chair, and leans all the way back, holding Taylor’s hands as tight as possible.

“Alright, Lincoln, just relax, I’m gonna clean your ears and mark where the piercing is gonna go, okay?”

Link feels them mark each of his ears, and they show him the marks in the mirror so he can approve, and he does, and then they get the piercing stuff out.

“Okay, you’re gonna feel a little bit of pressure, that’s just me lining everything up, and then I’m gonna tell you to take a deep breath in and out, and I’m gonna pierce you.”

Link feels the pressure on his right ear. He feels it, and it’s sharp, and he’s nauseous, and Apple is saying something else, but he can’t hear them very well past the ringing in his ears.

His friends are saying things too. He hears his name a lot, and “panic attack,” and “it’s okay,” and “water,” but it’s all just words that don’t really make any sense.

There’s pressure on his lap. And hands on his face. He opens his eyes.

Taylor.

“Can you hear me?” he asks.

“Did—did—did I do it?”

“Not yet.”

Shit. Of course he started panicking before it even happened.

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me, Link,” Taylor says, and he opens his eyes again. “Breathe. Breathe with me, okay?”

Link nods and watches Taylor breathing, trying to follow.

Taylor nods, continuing to breathe with him. “You got it. You’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” Link breathes out, taking in his surroundings. He’s okay.

That one wasn’t so bad.

Scary passes him a cup of water, and he drinks it, feeling slightly better.

“Do you still want to do this?” Taylor asks, “It’s your birthday, you can opt out if you want to.”

“I want to. I want to do it,” Link says, turning to face Apple. “Sorry, I—I—I can’t control the…”

“That’s alright, it’s understandable. You’re not the only one who’s had a panic attack in here. Take as long as you need, and then we can try again, okay?”

“Okay,” Link sighs, and then continues to take deep breaths with Taylor.

Link doesn’t know how long it takes, but eventually he feels his heartrate slow, and he hugs and kisses Taylor before gesturing for him to get back on the stool. “I think I’m ready this time.”

“We could do it with you lying down if you think that would be better,” Apple suggests.

“I think I’d prefer that, yeah.”

Apple adjusts the chair so it’s more of a bed, and Link lies flat on his back. holding one of Taylor’s hands.

Apple repeats everything they said before, and Link feels the pressure again. He shuts his eyes.

“You feeling okay?” they ask.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, deep breath in.”

Link breathes in.

“And deep breath out.”

Link breathes out, and squeezes Taylor’s hand. It stings.

“I’m going to put the backing in now. Breathe in, and out.”

It hurts. It hurts but he’s okay. He’s breathing. In and out.

“Good. Now I’m putting in the post. Breathe in, and out.”

In and out. He’s okay.

“Now I’m putting on the gem. Breathe in, and breathe out, and you’re good! One ear is done. How do you feel?”

“Relieved,” Link says, opening his eyes.

“You wanna see how it looks?”

“I wanna get the other one done with first.”

“Okay. Can you tilt your head the other way for me?”

Link does so. And Apple repeats the process, guiding him with deep breaths and all.

It stings again, but it’s okay. He keeps breathing.

“Okay, Lincoln, you’re all done. How do you feel?”

“I’m okay,” Link says, sitting back up.

“Have a look,” Apple says, handing Link the mirror.

He looks in the mirror, and there’s sparkling studs in each of his ears for the first time. Ever.

Link sees himself grinning. “I love it! Thank you!”

“Of course! Happy birthday!”

Link stands up, and he’s immediately tackled with a hug from Taylor. “I’m so proud of you! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!” Taylor shouts, pulling him down to kiss his cheek, and forehead, and lips. “My boyfriend is the bravest boy in all the land!” he says, jumping onto Link’s back in the piggyback position. Link giggles with him as he adjusts him so he’s more secure.

Apple chuckles too, before asking, “Do you guys want me to take a picture for you?”

“Yes, please!” Taylor says, handing them his phone.

Everyone poses, Taylor kissing Link, and thus showing off the piercing on his right ear and Link’s on his left ear. Normal and Scary each kiss one of Hermie’s cheeks, showing off their piercings that way, Scary’s right, and Normal’s left.

“Is that the gayest photo you’ve ever taken?” Hermie asks.

“Actually, no, but your choice of pose reminds me of your dads,” Apple says, pointing at Link.

Link scrunches his face up, laughing a little.

Okay, yeah, this birthday was definitely a success.

[cerise-on-top]

Hiiiii how have you been love bug? (Please tell me if your uncomfortable with that term since you are non-binary and they/them I’m not sure what nicknames you are uncomfortable with it’s just what I call my friends and just a nickname I have for people in general🫶🏻🫶🏻 ) so I’d like to to request farah with a adhd reader who is hyper forgetful and sometimes has meltdowns ( as someone with adhd)🧡🧡🧡

Hey! I'm fine! Bought some more yarn for my leftover blanket today, which I'm excited to work on! And don't worry, I think love bug is really cute! I don't mind most nicknames, but thank you for being considerate, I really do appreciate it! Hope you're doing well as well ^^

I don't have ADHD, so I don't know at all what it's like for someone with it! I had to do some research on it, so I don't know if these are actually viable methods of helping, but I tried! Please do correct me with something that might help and I'll add it in this post afterwards! I hope this is enjoyable to you regardless! Thank you for the request!

Farah with a Reader with ADHD

Farah doesn’t particularly know a lot about mental illnesses. She may be traumatized, yes, but that doesn’t mean she ever had the time to research any of them. So she’s definitely not the best person to go to when it comes to things like these, but she tries, even if she can’t always understand everything that’s going on. You’re suffering, and that’s enough for her to know she should do something to help you.

You being this forgetful may be a cause of concern for her, though. It’s not every day she meets someone who forgot what they did five minutes prior. It’s especially concerning when it’s something important, though, like seeing a doctor. Although she may be worried for you potentially developing something as severe as dementia eventually, she’ll try to push her worries aside and help you to the best of her abilities. If you ever need reminders, she can help you. Farah remembers and retains things very well, she’s never had any issues with it since she had to in order to get by. If you need to remember something, she’ll remind you a few times a day. You have an appointment? Don’t forget about it tomorrow, I’ll tell you again then. However, she’s also a big fan of post its and will write down whatever it is you may need and place it somewhere she knows you’re going to see it. I know, out of sight, out of mind, but she’ll also text you and have you make reminders on your phone for important things so you don’t forget. Won’t get mad at you for forgetting your anniversary, she can see that it’s hard for you to remember things and won’t yell at you or anything either. However, she will mention that it was your anniversary, or maybe her birthday. For the most part she just wants to spend those days with you, if she can, and will thus remind you. Again, you don’t need to feel ashamed for forgetting, she’ll tell you that it’s quite alright and that you shouldn’t worry. She’s patient like that.

If you have a meltdown in front of her, she definitely would not know what to do at first. Depending on what kind of meltdown it is, she’ll react differently. If it creeps up on you, slowly making you irritated, then she’ll ask you what’s wrong. Regardless of your answer, she’ll ask you how she can help you, if you would like to be left alone or if you would like to take a small break in any way. She gets it and she’ll get you away from whatever is stressing you out so you can slowly recharge. If you really do want to be left alone for a while, she will comply, but will knock on your door to check up on you every once in a while and will bring you some food as well. Farah just wants you to be well, so she’ll take care of you how she thinks might help. Food is always good, food usually helps her, so she hopes it’ll do the same for you as well.

If it’s a sudden meltdown where you don’t know where left and right are anymore, then she’ll get you away from everyone else at first. While she can’t imagine what it’s like for you, it likely isn’t very pleasant for you to be crying and screaming in front of other people. Hoping that you trust her, she’ll try to ground you, asking you how you’re feeling, what you’re feeling and how she could help you. What happened is also another question she would ask you. Again, she won’t really know what to do on her own, but she tries her best. Farah will talk to you in a soothing tone and try to distract you at first so you can calm down a bit. Whether it be cracking a joke or asking you about your top five favorite reptiles. Even if you can’t answer her properly, she’ll just reassure you that it’s okay, that everything is just bad in this moment and that it’ll pass. She’s with you this entire time and won’t leave you unless you want her to. Asks you to breathe a bit with her. In all your time being together, she’s likely learned a breathing technique or two that might help you.

Once your meltdown is over, she’ll be very gentle with you, especially if she can see you’re beating yourself up over it. You really shouldn’t feel ashamed for something that you can’t help, it’s not your fault. If you feel especially down, she’ll give you a kiss on the forehead and get some ice cream with you. Something like a meltdown seems exhausting to her. While she doesn’t want to seem like she’s rewarding you for having a meltdown, she does want you to be kind to yourself afterwards, that’s what the ice cream is for. And if you don’t want ice cream, then some berries, fruits or a small snack will suffice as well. Either way, she’s there for you the entire time until you feel better.

[xx-alice-in-wonderland-xx]

A strange phenomenon behind the scenes of 4*TOWNS introductions.

hey, so before we get into the story which was kindly requested by @chillwildwave I just want to say some words to them. I am so sorry that this took a month, I’ve been so stressed with school starting and my original draft went missing, but I’ve tried my best with this and I hope you like it! I’m so sorry if you think it’s awful or cringe, and do not like it, I tried my best!!

well, here we go 😸

It was another ‘blissful’ day for 4*TOWN. Every day was the same. They wake up, get dressed, eat, perform, have interviews or whatever was planned on their schedule for the day. Well, this day was no different. The 5 members of 4*TOWN were sat in their seats, waiting to do a fan QNA. It was all the usual. Having their makeup done, producers getting things ready, everything. It was hardly exciting for them anymore, but it was nice to interact with their fans.

After all the finishing touches, the interviews started, Robaire (the main singer, leader and most popular member) came first. He said his name, where he was from, all the usual. He may have done this thousands of times, but his charm was always irresistible. As he finished his lines, the producers tried to rewatch the footage to make sure there weren’t any errors. However, there was nothing to replay. But that wasn’t all. The lights blacked out. Then the true chaos went down.

“Why’s it dark?” Aaron T said, looking around to see nothing but pitch black. “The lights went out stupid.” Jesse replied. He was the eldest member, so he naturally was firm with his younger members. “Right everyone, we are having some technical issues, and we will need a few hours to fix them. So… do what you want I guess.” The director said on her megaphone, while the boys grunted and groaned. “So we have to sit here for hours with nothing to do, IN THE DARK?!” Taeyoung, the youngest of the group whimpered. “Dude, it’ll be fine. They’ll fix it in no time!” Robaire said, trying to remain cheerful. Aaron Z was being his usual quiet self, and just scoffed. “I’m gonna miss lunch because of this!” Aaron T yelled, slamming his hands on the armrest of his chair. “Bro, you had 2 LARGE bowls of cereal, and you had McDonalds breakfast on the way here, you’ll be fine!” Aaron Z said. However, Aaron T loved his food as much as he loved being in the group. “Ugh, whatever. I need compensation for this.” He replied, obviously joking.

Meanwhile, taeyoung was thinking about his doves at home. “Hey, what about my doves?! Will they be okay with out me? They aren’t meant to be left that long! What if they get out? What if they starve!” Taeyoung cried, his voice going hoarse and higher pitched than usual, which always happened when he was upset or scared. “Well you locked all the windows, you checked like 5 times, they’ll be fine.” Jesse said. The other boys (other than Robaire) couldn’t comprehend how calm both of them were. They had things to worry about! Jesse with his kids, he was supposed to be seeing them right after this shooting ended, and Robaire was going to spend time with his mom, how were they not worrying? “Dude, you and Ro both have things to do after this, how are you not worrying?” Aaron Z said, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. “Well, they’ll understand.” Robaire answered, while Jesse nodded. “It can’t be helped.” Jesse said, sighing.

The next minutes felt like hours. The internet on their phones weren’t working, nothing was. The lights, heaters, nothing. Everything was quiet apart from shuffling and directors and producers speaking, until the sound of a chair hitting the floor interrupted the peaceful sounds. “OW!” Aaron T whimpered, being his usual dramatic self. “Dude how-“ Aaron Z said, looking at his best friend, despite it being pitch black. “You were swinging in your chair again werent you?” Jesse said, rubbing his forehead like an old dad with loads of little kids (I mean, I’m not wrong). “I was bored!” Aaron T yelled in defence, as 2 producers helped him get the chair back up. Luckily he wasn’t injured.

Minutes later, the lights came back on, and everything was working, which was fortunate to the boys. Now they could film, and go do their things. Aaron T could go spend time with his siblings, Jesse could go see his kids, Robaire could go see his mom, Aaron Z could go and play basketball with his friends, and Taehyung could look after his doves.

[aeoki]

Blackjack - Gifts Will Not Arrive: Chapter 1

Location: Yumenosaki Studio Characters: Arashi & Mika Season: Autumn

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< The next day. Yumenosaki Academy Studio – “Knights’” gathering place. >

Mika: Ohh, and then?

Arashi: So I gave it straight to him!

I don’t know if Ritsu-chan just likes battling or hates Christmas, but it looks like he has zero motivation for this year’s “Star Fest”...

He says that Christmas is essentially a “celebratory day for couples” in modern-day Japan!

It’s fine when you’re a kid, though – since all you have to do is to wait excitedly in bed to see what Santa brings you.

But once you’ve grown up and learnt the concept of romantic love, then Christmas is basically the same as Valentine’s Day.

Mika: Ngh~ I’ve heard that sorta opinion a lot. Plenty of magazines tend to have articles ‘bout dates and stuff during Christmas.

Arashi: Right? We’re idols from the old era where dating isn’t allowed, but we’re humans too, so it’s natural for us to fall in love!

Neither God nor Santa would forbid us from having romantic feelings!

Mika: Ngh~... Naru-chan is burnin’ up with quite a temper. It’s a fiery Naru-chan.

Arashi: Of course I’d be burning with anger! Sure, it’s not like I have any plans every year, but it’s still something I look forward to! I love the warm atmosphere that makes you feel like you’re floating on clouds!

But a lot of things happened last year and I was in a bad mood, so I want to be happy and spend Christmas in good spirits this year!

Mika: Uuu. Sorry, Naru-chan… That was ‘cause of me, right?

I was also feelin’ kinda weird ‘round this time last year and I was the one who made you lose your temper, right?

Arashi: I didn’t lose my temper – You’re my friend, so I was worried about you.

Mika: That’s what everyone who’s angry says… It couldn’t have been helped – You probably saw me as an eyesore who you were arguin’ with on stage.

Arashi: That’s standard business with us. We’re always rushing around on stage.

Mika: Yeah but I should also reflect on my behaviour…

I got confused when Nazuna-nii appeared wearin’ “Valkyrie’s” outfit when I was feelin’ unwell and nervous.

But I think I’ll be able to stand on stage without feelin’ anxious this year.

Arashi: Yeah, we’ll be participating individually instead of in our units this year.

On top of that, we won’t be battling it out with someone else and it’ll just be a peaceful event where we’ll be making everyone smile.

I regret getting so agitated during “Tanabata Fest”, so I want to be the “normal Arashi Onee-chan”, who’s cute and innocent, for the other “S1s”.

But it doesn’t look like anyone in “Knights” is feeling up for it.

Mika: Ahaha. They probably just don’t wanna move about so much ‘cause they’re cold.

Arashi: You think my members are such cowards? They’ll be completely fine even if they’re sent to the North Pole!

But, you know, Tsukasa-chan is getting all stressed about being in charge of “Knights” and he himself doesn’t seem to be on his mind – all he has in his head is “SS”.

I don’t know if Ritsu-chan is busy with personal affairs or whatever, but he doesn’t have any motivation to do anything for Christmas or any of the religious events.

Mika: Ngh~ He is a vampire, huh. Ritsu-kun has those sorts of preferences.

Arashi: I bet he’s just taking advantage of the nature of those holidays to slack off. This big sister here won’t let him do that. Christmas should be enjoyed with family.

Mika: Still, this year’s “Star Fest” is individual participation… If Ritsu-kun doesn’t feel like takin’ part in it, then there’s nothin’ we can do ‘bout it.

I don’t think you have the right to force him to take part, Naru-chan.

Arashi: I know I don’t have the right, but I’m just saying that I’ll be lonely! Geez, I’ll look like a fool if I’m the only one getting excited all by myself!

Mika: Ahaha… I’ll be takin’ part too so I’ll do my best to make sure you’re not feelin’ lonely, Naru-chan.

Arashi: You’re so sweet, Mika-chan~ I love you to bits ♪ I’d also love to swap Ritsu-chan out with you!

Mika: Ritsu-kun didn’t do anythin’ wrong… There’s “SS” too – I think it’s smart not always goin’ full-out and slackin’ when appropriate, though.

Arashi: That’s not being smart – it’s called being sly! And it’s not cute at all!

Mika: “Knights” isn’t a unit that’s based on being cute.

Arashi: Yeah but… Geez, whose side are you on, Mika-chan?

Shouldn’t you be agreeing with what I’m saying at times like this?

Mika: That’s not what a friend would do… They have to disagree when they should disagree.

Just like how you’re always helpin’ me out, Naru-chan.

Arashi: Uuu~... That’s not fair, putting it like that. You’ve grown, Mika-chan – this must be the fruit of my teachings.

Mika: Yup ♪

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[aajjks]

outfit + belly: https://pin.it/1GPL1jecM

hair: https://pin.it/68KjobIVH

mommy issues!JK

“coming!!” you apply some lip gloss to your lips before checking yourself out in the mirror. it’s a big today and you’re excited to share the big news with seol for the first time. as you leave the apartment, you shut and lock the door before taking the elevator down to ground level where jungkook and seol wait for you inside the car.

“we’re right here, mommy!!!” yells seol as he watches you walk towards them. you get inside the car, put your seatbelt on, and answer all of seol’s questions pertaining to his ‘surprise.’

“we’re here!!” you cheer as you get out the car and help seol out of his carseat. “i don’t want a shot” pouts seol. you laugh “you’re not getting shots, seol. it’s something else, i promise”

as the three of you walk in, you do the usual routine of telling the front desk of your appointment, waiting, and finally getting a room for the ultrasound appointment.

seol sits on jungkook’s lap as the doctor talks to you about how you’ve been feeling lately and he can tell something is wrong. you’re usually anxious and excited but you seem down. even your partner appears to be down in the dumps as well and the only person that’s excited is the little boy.

the doctor applies the cream to your stomach and uses the transducer to see what you’re baby is up to and seol gasps in shock. “mommy? what’s that?” he says and with a smile on your face you say “that’s your baby sister, seol”

“why is she in your stomach?”

“hahaha, i don’t know. that’s just how i’m made”

“wait so i’m a big brother?”

“mhm. you’re a big brother now. aren’t you excited??”

“yeah! she’s so pretty mommy”

you can’t help but laugh.

“look, there’s her foot” says the doctor as they move the transducer around your stomach to show more of your little moon: her hand, her foot, the side of her head. she’s getting bigger and bigger everyday but the doctor is worried.

“your blood pressure is concerning, ms. y/n”

“huh? why?”

“it’s a sign that you’re stressed. very stressed. i’m not sure what’s going on at home but i encourage you both to work things out, seek professional help or it’ll get worse. your baby is fine. she’s healthy, her heartbeat is steady, and she’s moving around just fine. it’s you i’m worried about, ms. y/n. i need you to sleep more, i need you to find techniques to soothe you, do whatever you can to remain calm okay? or you’ll lose the baby or yourself. you too mr. jeon. whatever it is, things will get better. it’ll be alright. no sense in starting over when you’ve made it this far right? you’re a beautiful couple with a beautiful son and a beautiful daughter. i’d hate to see something so beautiful ruined. i want the couple i had when you first got here not this one, okay?”

~🫧

Your blood pressure is concerning and when he hears the doctor tell you about the consequences of it,

it worries Jungkook to no end because he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you or his daughter.

Yes, you have been stressed, he has also been stressed, but he didn’t realize the consequence of you being stressed out especially when you’re pregnant..

“O-Oh of course you’re right I’m so sorry.. She’s been stressed out because of me and it’s my fault.” He finally admits. He didn’t realize that his behavior would have such a toll on you even though you don’t show it, but your health definitely is.

Jungkook shakes his head in guilt, looking at the screen where your baby is and all he feels is guilt.

“We will definitely work on it because I love the mother of my children very much and I guess I got a little stupid.. I let some thoughts get into my head..” he sighs.

What was he doing? What was he thinking that treating you like this would do, was he really expecting his cold behavior to fix everything?

after you are both done with the doctor, he advises you both to be really careful during this trimester of your pregnancy

Jungkook nods eagerly, he needs to fix everything and tonight he will.

“Mommy when will my sister be here?” Seol is such an excited little boy ever since he found out about his upcoming baby sister.

Jungkook feels a little better when he sees his son being so happy and you’re smiling too. Maybe it’s because of the fact that he admitted his fault in front of the doctor and he hopes that you realize that he’s willing to work this out with you because he loves you so much.

He knows that this is at least he did for you and now he has to do a lot to make it up to you.

Walking back to the car, you three engage in small conversation answering seol’s curious questions about his little sister

The ride back home is peaceful and throughout the ride, Jungkook has been holding your hand, you need him right now, and he needs to man up and be mature

He occasionally squeezes your hand, not wanting to make eye contact with you because he’s so embarrassed.

And he’s nervous too.

When you all get home, Seol goes back into his room to play with his toys, so that gives your partner some time to converse with you.

“Hey yn.. come sit on the couch. I need to tell you something and I think you deserve an apology from me.” He sits on the couch but before that he makes sure to hold your hand and make you sit on it too.

He puts his hand on your stomach, and begins to caress it.. He’s so nervous. He’s so embarrassed. “Uhhh… I’m so sorry. I know that your blood pressure was concerning because of me and I know that I have been behaving so immature with you these days but the truth is that what you said that morning really hurt me.”

He looks into your eyes, but there is a lot of guilt, “I just didn’t feel like you loved me and you’re only sticking around because you’re pregnant with my child…” he admits… his heart feeling heavier.. “I got insecure and I just felt like you’re going to abandon me in the middle of the road and that’s not a good feeling.. I felt that way about our relationship because of your uncertainty…”

[batterygarden]

Hi mosie :') I'm sorry for not frequently talking, Just had a massive breakdown over My college applications, i didn't pass and I still have no school

How are you feeling? May I request some dumbahh Denji if that's okay❤️

-mystery anon

Hehe here’s Denji after losing a bet:

“It is done!”

Your voice from down the hall sounds too excited, too upbeat, Denji thinks, for the situation at hand. Because the finished product you’re referring to is not something to be celebrated like some kind of baked good or art piece, but melted wax. Meant for none other than Denji’s hairy legs :(

You watch him scrub his palms in his eyes like he’s exhausted when you walk in the room with your wax jar, or maybe like he hopes that he’s dreaming, before whining a little when a container of glossy blue liquid is set in front of him.

“That stuff looks like it doesn’t belong near the human body. D’ya know for sure it’s not radioactive or something?”

“Of course it isn’t! People do this all the time.”

Denji releases the type of sigh that sounds like it comes from his soul, before he’s rolling up his basketball shorts and letting his back thud against the floor, face in hands.

“Geez Denji. I’m certain it won’t hurt as bad as you think it will.”

He shakes his head before shooting you a look that pleads mercy—the kind you think a patient might give their surgeon before going under. You fight back a laugh.

“I don’t believe you. But the pain’s whatever--like, T’s not even the biggest problem. I’m thinking about after—my legs are gonna look all dainty and smooth for a month!”

You give him a frown and open your mouth to cut him off but then he sits up like he just thought of something.

“‘N what if someone notices that chainsaw man’s legs have no hair?! What’ll that say about him? ‘The nation’s hero succumbs to unhealthy beauty standards’ ugh could you imagine that headline?”

You can only stare at him for a bit, unsure if laughing at his thought process would be too mean. You manage to fight back your giggle with a cough before resting a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Baby. Nobodies gonna think you’re upholding toxic beauty standards, I promise. Let’s just get this over with, you’ll be fine.”

He nods and slowly lays back down, gripping onto the carpet beneath him like a lifeline.

You smooth a popsicle stick of hot wax over his thigh before he can protest further, and he flinches but otherwise remains complaintless. You notice his face looks a bit pale when you place the wax paper.

“Alright, on three.”

He whimpers.

“One. Two—“ you tear the strip with all your might before you can get to three.

Denji yelps louder than you’ve heard him since you scared him hiding in the closet on Halloween. Then he pants like he just ran a marathon, sitting up to survey the damage.

“Fuuuuck. Wheeew. That wasn’t so bad. Oh god I’m so red though! why’m I so red?”

“Your skin’s just a little irritated! It’s fine, look!”

You show him the strip of now-hairy wax and he frowns when he sees.

“This is. What’s the word? This is barbaric.”

You giggle and start mixing up the container with a fresh popsicle stick.

BABY I missed this but AUUGH not the college apps I’m so sorry to hear they’ve been stressful and I hope you figured out a plan that works for u!! I wish the act of attaining schooling wasn’t so unnecessarily tough >:( , I prommy it’ll all work out in the end. As for me honestly I’ve been… good :O !! Idk winter was like rlly hard this year so summer has been unbelievably refreshing. I remain terminally busy balancing work and social life and family stuff etc but Im lowkey stable rn so. Anyways It was kinda cool coming back to writing some Denji stuff after so long… I STILL LOVE HIM SO BAD UGH I LOVE HIM FOREVER. My thing w him is that he like. Deserves my loyalty yk! Like no character deserves loyal fans as much as that guy imo so I’m simply never going to stop loving him even though I get new fixations..

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 19 - Sulani Vacay

Summer’s been seeing a guy named Mark Eggleston, thanks to Ophelia’s encouragement over the phone that the Watcher didn’t bother to screenshot. He’s pretty chill and easy to talk to, so nobody's really sure what he sees in Summer, but he fits in just fine.

Libby: Sorry this gig has been so stressful, babe.

Ophelia: It’s fine, seems like she’s going to back off at least.

Summer: Sounds like you could use a vacay! Mark was talking about going to Sulani before it gets too touristy in the summer, we should all go!

Ophelia: My gran lives in Sulani! I’ve been meaning to visit her.

Mark: She’s so lucky. The scenery is beautiful. Some of my best paintings have been inspired by the islands.

Summer: You can paint me in Sulani, it’ll be your best piece yet.

Ophelia: I'm not practicing with the band again until Friday and I’ve got a few vacation days in my pocket. Why not?

Libby: I’m in!

Summer: Oh, this’ll be so much fun! I’m gonna bully Travis and Becca into going too!

Libby: Hope she knocks first! I made that mistake last night.

They grow up so fast! Marshmallow is now an adult cat, but she still needs some company (and some food) while Ophelia is on vacation! Luckily, Drew is available to catsit for a few days in exchange for being allowed to eat whatever they want in the fridge.

Ophelia: Thanks for watching Marshmallow on such short notice. I left you some homemade sushi in the fridge. It's my gran's recipe.

Drew: Your grandma has her own sushi recipe?

Ophelia: She lived in Mt. Komorebi for a while! The woman's a globetrotter.

Ophelia: Mommy will miss you! Be good for Drew, okay, baby?

Marshmallow: as long as i am fed and petted i shall tolerate the new hooman

Everyone gathers at the BFF house early in the morning, ready to enjoy two days of paradise. Mark and Becca sure are excited to get to spend time with their partners and their new friends!

Becca: Babe, you can wait to put on sunscreen until we get there.

Travis: I burn easily.

When the gang arrives at their rental, they waste no time making themselves at home. Artsy Mark starts painting the scenery, and Travis practices his dad skills on the grill, Summer and Libby swing like they did when they were kids, and Becca and Ophelia have fun in the sand.

Ophelia wants to make sure Becca feels welcome, knowing what being the new girl in a friend group is like. They idly chat as they build their sand sculpture and Becca comes out of her shell.

Not long after, the couples take some time to tour their rooms. Libby and Ophelia have yet to hit a major milestone in their relationship, but they've both agreed they're ready. Tonight, they're going to woohoo for the first time.

Summer: Hope this room's okay. I know it's a little girlier than Trav and Bec's but the en-suite is nice, right?

Mark: Baby, you know I don't care about that stuff. Besides, it won't matter what the room looks like under the covers.

Summer: OMW you are so bad!

Yeah, I don't think Travis and Becca mind that they don't get a room with an en-suite.

Mark and Summer waste no time enjoying the ocean. Mark's not as good a swimmer as Summer, but honestly he's just enjoying himself. He tries to get Summer to slow down a little by splashing her.

Summer: AH, stoooop!

Her laughing doesn't make him believe she means it very much.

The other three girls enjoy some relaxation.

Libby: Oops. better put our sunscreen on.

Ophelia: But we're in the shade right now.

Libby: The game doesn't care and you know it. No sunscreen, no kisses later.

Ophelia: Fiiiiine.

Ophelia's starting to feel a little whipped.

Well, Liberty Lee is nothing if not a woman of her word. The two check out the hot tub outside their room after a while and Ophelia does indeed get her kisses. Maybe being a bit whipped isn't the worst thing in the world.

Looks like Becca just wants to tan and relax. She's a recent college grad, can't blame her. Travis puts another layer of sunscreen on his girlfriend and on himself, just to be safe.

[alyjojo]

The Person On Your Mind in January 🏔️ 2024 - Gemini

Whole of their energy towards Gemini: 3 Wands

Feelings: 5 Wands

Intentions: Strength

Actions: 8 Wands

Boy when Leo wants to make itself known, evvvery card comes out 😆 Fire always does that in these readings. Either they’re waiting around on you or you’re waiting around on them and they know it. Whoever is waiting is irritated about it, defensive that there is any indecision in the first place, like what’s the problem? With 5 Wands in their feelings, there are probably outside people involved, Knight of Cups clarifies…could be romantic. I don’t get that for most, but for someone you could be loosely dating. 6 Pentacles & 3 Swords could be an inner conflict as well, who to hurt and who to give to, who gets let down, and who takes priority? It doesn’t have to be love, for most I’m getting this person is just nice, maybe a people pleaser to a detriment even, and they tend to give too much of themselves. But still have to pick & choose where their whatever is going, energy, money, time, love, etc. Either they’re in this situation or they’re aware you are. One of you could be irritated the other gives so much to other people or allows other people to demand things of them - out of love.

Their intentions are to keep their mouth shut, coast along peacefully, take their time and make sure whatever they decide or say is what they really want to decide or say. Or that’s the intention anyway, cuz they’re actually speaking or acting quite impulsively despite the desire to refrain. Could be a fire sign. In action they’re going to speak up, say something, do something, it will be clearly known what they think and feel because they can’t just “chill”, they’re either angry or inspired passionately to speak their mind on a subject, 4 Cups, either you’re not paying enough attention to *them*, and wtf, or these other people don’t even care so why do you? Something like that. Or switch it 💜 If this is someone you’re dating casually, that’s probably about to end soon, they’re done being just an option to you.

Messages:

Their side:

- Blaming you 💯

- Soothing Presence 😌

Your side:

- What other people say matters too much to me.

- New Beginning

Possible signs:

Leo 💯, Taurus, Libra & Sagittarius

If you’re dealing with:

Strength rev & 5 Wands can show a lack of confidence when it comes to competition, other people, conflict & drama. There’s a people pleaser vibe with you that seems to be an issue. You could have people like that in your corner though, drama, or could feel like you’re up against that, it’s a no from you, you don’t want any of it.

Aries - not hearing from you worries them and stresses them out, they want to reunite, see you, and celebrate together, because they love you

Taurus - spending most of their time working

Gemini - receiving Justice for a very difficult and painful betrayal, situation, ending, could involve work - but what it is exactly isn’t the same for all, for some it’s great 👍, Justice is on their side, and for some it isn’t 👎

Cancer - extremely busy, this could involve children, parents, family, among everything else they’ve got going on, they’re like the family call center or something this month too ☎️

Leo - could have a new job, or something new that’s bringing in money after leaving something else behind, it’s better for them

Virgo - sneaky liar or the town gossip, it’s all bs

Libra - nostalgic about the good old days, probably with family, probably due to something sad that’s put them in this state

Scorpio - excited, motivated, inspired, ready to take on something new and acting on it asap

Sagittarius - generously giving love to anywhere from 2-6 people, but not just one

Capricorn - whatever Tower this is, something sudden or unexpected, they’ve got your back & you’ve got theirs, it’ll all work out just fine

Aquarius - deeply committed to this relationship, loves you, likes to flirt, wants to start a new project or something with you 💜

Pisces - not pleased you just impulsively did some shit, or that’s switched, someone is annoyed