#will give him a pass tho bc he is wasted

[resident-rat]

my friend asked to see my crystal collection and i just finished to realise he dipped 10 minutes ago after the fucking first one 😭😭

[justaz]

arthur has always been suspicious of the tavern excuse for merlin’s absences, but he has no proof on the contrary and when confronted merlin either tells him outlandish tales of near death experiences that have no chance of being remotely truthful or he admits to and apologizes for slacking on his duties to get drunk. one day, he decides enough is enough and he and all the knights go to the tavern with merlin and arthur casually brings up merlin’s history in the tavern and says he could probably beat gwaine in a drinking contest. merlin tries to divert the discussion away from the idea but arthur is determined. they receive a round of drinks and arthur pushes a pint of ale into merlin’s hands with a look of challenge. merlin’s options are to either commit to the lie to hide his secret or admit to the lie and risk exposing his magic. he takes the former. merlin gives lancelot a Look and then slams back the pint of ale with a minor bit of gagging and pauses to breath. gwaine already finished his pint thirty seconds ago but its entertaining to watch merlin so he doesn’t say anything.

merlin (built like a twig, rarely drinks, lightweight) is proper sloshed. arthur is almost vindicated but he needs merlin to admit it. he orders two more pints and gives one to gwaine and the second to merlin, instigating the competition further despite the fact that gwaine won already. merlin grimaces and tries to do the same thing again but only gets a few gulps in before he folds. he slams the mug down and gives arthur a kicked puppy look before admitting and apologizing for lying. arthur is Vindicated. merlin is still wasted.

the nights wears on and merlin feels the effect of the ale more and more every minute that passes. he sits between arthur and lancelot and feels almost unbearably warm but that could be bc of the alcohol in his system, or the crowded tavern. merlin looks around and watches the people that pass their table by while the knights talk and joke and laugh amongst themselves. merlin feels relaxed and excitable now, his worries seem to have melted away and he cant seem to remember why he was always so stressed and worn down before. he sees a game of [insert game here] (i was gonna say darts but google says that game hasn’t been invented in canon time so ill leave it up to interpretation) going on and climbs over lancelot to join in.

the knights watch with amusement and anticipate merlin’s clumsy attempts at [whatever]. oddly enough tho, merlin is a fucking god at [game]. a small crowd gathers and betting pools form and then challengers approach and put money on the line to go against merlin and merlin absolutely demolishes them all. honestly if arthur didn’t know any better, he’d think merlin was using magic to win bc there was no way his bumbling fool of a servant was that good at…anything.

the challengers take their defeat with honor and grace. the audience is a huge fan of merlin and they keep buying him drinks but he just sends them to the table for the other’s to drink. many people come up to him and flirt, maybe motivated by all the money he won that night or maybe just bc he’s merlin, and when merlin responds to them he’s………..he’s a real good fucking flirt? like could put gwaine to shame and he’s rejecting them???? how can someone come across so flirtatiously while turning down offers to take various beautiful people to bed??

arthur was already itching to intervene when people were flirting with merlin but he seemed to have a handle on it so he let it slide, but then people started touching merlin and arthur’s hand had drifted to his hip where his sword was usually sheathed. however, again, merlin was very skilled at escaping the situations with little to no conflict and he came back to the table with his winnings. the knights cheer for him and order more drinks with his money which merlin is too inebriated to notice and truthfully doesn’t really care about. his eyes are on arthur and if arthur thought watching merlin flirt from afar was bad then having him up close in his personal space, hands brushing against his arms and dark eyelashes fluttering softly against his pale skin, breathing his name into the space between them and licking his full pink lips was absolute torture and the worst and best agony he couldn’t even dream up.

[bi-fi-network]

Hiii, could I request some NSFW Headcanons for Ghost and König ?

(Maybe with a Reader who has a mommy kink?)

Hello! :} Tbh I was thinking about writing something like this. So enjoy!

TW! -> [Sexual Themes, such as kinks and really really hot millitary men, sadly also some of ghosts trauma]

NSFW Headcanons for Ghost and König with a Reader who has a mommy kink!

Ghost:

I know many people see him as this sadistic, degrader but I don´t think this role fits him well.

He knows how strong he is, so (mostly in the beginning of your relationship) he´s gonna treat you, like you were made out of glass.

He´s really scared of hurting you, so I don´t think he enjoys things as spanking, slapping or degrading.

Even if you enjoy being treated with no respect during sex, he´s gonna have to pass on that.

He´s like litteraly the most respectful hman being out there.

Has quite a few kinks:

Praise: This goes both ways! He loves telling you how beautiful you are and how good you make him feel, but he also wants to be told, how good he´s doing,. (Give my boy a lil reassurance) Don´t call him good boy, he will cum in his pants.

Bondage: Also goes both ways. He loves seing you all tied up, unable to do anything but let him treat you right (🤭🤭) When it comes to him being tied up, he needed a lot of time to get comfortable with it (yk bc of him getting hung by the fucking ribs and also Sa´d). But as soon as he started enjoying it, he loved it. His job is ordering people around, so he thinks it´s just fair having the tables turned.

Blindfolds: Again Both ways. Pretty much self explanatory.

When you two have sex it´s never really rough. Most of the time he goes really slow, but if you tell him to sped up, he will.

Now to the mommy Kink: HEAR ME OUT.

It started as a joke. Let´s say a dare. And somehow when he called you mommy as a joke, you got like really flustered and shit. He found that shit so fucking funny, he just started calling you mommy to annoy you (little does he know, it doesn´t)

One day, this mf just started saying it in bed when subbing (wich like I said before happens quite a lot bc he just want´s to have someone care for him, too.)

The first time both of you were stunned (it was probably an accident) but somehow it just continued.

König:

This man is a fucking sub.

I´m sorry to tell yáll like this, but it´s the truth we cant deny it.

When he´s on top, he still follows your orders.

He has a dominant side tho, wich comes out when he´s drunk.

Get the alcohol ready if you want to get railed ladies. (or just tell him to 💀)

Again: Kinks:

Mommy kink / Mistress kink / master kink: You get the drill, he calls you Mommy all night long, even when he´s on top railing you.

He just always finds a way to be submissive and breedable.

Breeding kink: Not that he nessecary want´s a child, but why waste that good semen? Plus you´d look really cute with a mini König inside of you.

Mask Kink on himself: This is not just because he´s insecure, he just likes wearing it, even in the bedroom.

Choking: This man loves getting choked. (If you want to be choked, he will do it but not hard at all.)

Masochist: I don´t have to explain it. Theres just something about your nails digging into his flesh till it hurts. Puts him in his place yk.

He also likes Good Boy (not as much as ghost tho) He want´s a different kind of reward (yk what I mean.)

Yáll I´m sorry Königs is so short, haha. But anyways request stuff I can write!

[my-own-walker]

kit walker smut where they’re having an affair, or if you don’t write stuff like that, that’s okay :)

In A House That Isn't Mine

note: OOOOOH SPICY BITTTCCCCHHH YES!!! gotta make Y/N the cheater here tho bc kit is too kind to cheat...

summary: a disgruntled housewife, whose husband is likely already cheating on her, takes her sorrows to our very own kit walker (pre-asylum).

warnings: adultery/cheating/affair/whatever tf you wanna call it, sm*t duh,

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I was growing tired of nights spent alone. I held a cigarette in my teeth while lighting it and proceeded to take a long drag. From my seat at the dining room table, I watched the window. Headlights passed by sparingly, each one getting my hopes up. 9 pm. It seemed likely that my darling husband would not be returning home tonight.

I was married off in 1959 at the age of 20. It was pseudo-arrganed. In that, my father was friends with my husband-to-be's father. They were business partners, actually. His boy was shy of "boy" status, at 30 years old. His father worried for his unmarried child, and my father offered 19-year-old me up. How dandy.

Upon meeting Keith, I was swept away by his chivalry and coyness. He was my prince charming. My own girlish fantasies of being a wife and mothering children blinded me from what was truly happening. We married in the Spring, just after my twentieth birthday.

It wasn't even when the ring was finally slipped on my finger that things changed. It was when we began having fertility issues. Issues that, let's just say, were not my fault in the slightest. But, in his eyes, it was me that couldn't give him a child.

That was when the late nights began. The child in me that was excited to welcome my husband home, prepare his dinner, and kiss him goodnight was crushed. He increasingly spent nights away from our home in the two years we were married.

It was only fair that my eyes began to wander as well. I received no attention from my own husband, so I sought it elsewhere.

My car, bought for me by my father as a wedding present, had a small leak in the tire. As part of my daily chores, I went to go get it patched up at a local repair shop. My car was my only freedom from the hell I was living in.

The old man who answered the phone at the shop earlier in the day was not the man who greeted me when I arrived. Certainly not. This was a man my age, with soft golden curls and a lazy smile. He moved with confidence and had a piercing gaze that made my stomach flip.

He fixed my tire quickly and handed me his home phone number scribbled on a scrap of paper with a wink. Kit Walker, MElrose-3437. I assume he hadn't seen the wedding band on my finger.

It was a while before I gathered the courage to actually call this 'Kit' character. The receiver suddenly felt heavy in my hand, knowing I was doing something wrong, but it was another night in which Keith didn't care to come home from 'work.'

Seeing Kit became a regular thing. My being married was no problem for him. We fooled around whenever I felt lonely, which was essentially all the time.

And on this particular night, the feeling was too much to bear. Seeing the fifteenth car pass by with no sign of my husband, I stood and walked to the phone.

'Hello?' his low voice spoke over the line.

'Hi Kit,' I replied.

'Y/N,' he sighed. I could hear him smiling in his voice. 'How are ya?'

'Come over?' I asked, wasting no time.

'You sure I can?' he spoke lowly.

'Yes,' I uttered. I hung up the phone and rushed to the bedroom to make it presentable. If my husband saw it fit to lay in some other woman's bed, it was perfectly fine that Kit laid in ours.

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Kit arrived within the hour. He completely changed my perspective on life. The air felt lighter as soon as he entered the house. He smelled of tires and dry wood cologne. He wore a simple white t-shirt and motor-oil-stained jeans. He shut the door behind him with care and stepped further into the home, meeting me in the foyer.

'Hey beautiful,' he sighed, bringing me in for a kiss. I breathed him in. Light stubble scratched against my face as he held me tight.

I wore my flouncy floral pajama set that just barely covered my backside. The babydoll-style top was embellished with a blue satin bow, and beautiful puffed short sleeves. The shorts rode up slightly when I stretched my arms up to hold Kit tightly. It was only natural that his hands wandered downward.

‘I couldn’t wait to see you,’ I murmured into his lips. ‘It’s been too long.’ He pulled back and contorted his face.

‘Damn, it has been long, hasn’t it? Two weeks or so,’ he agreed. ‘I couldn’t wait to see you either.’ His tone turned darker as he turned his attention back to my lips.

‘Too long,’ I hummed. Kit continued to kiss me as I led the way through the foyer to the stairs. The dark wood creaked under our feet. The house was dim, with only the dining room and bedroom lights on. We ascended, lips still locked, fumbling with articles of clothing in the dark.

We arrived at my plush shared bedroom. Only my bedside lamp illuminated the space, giving it a warm pink glow. We, still locked in each other’s embrace, staggered onto the bed, knocking a picture frame off the wall. It fell onto the top of the headboard and pitched at an angle onto the floor. The glass shattered upon impact, the sound ringing out in the empty house.

I laughed up at Kit, who was positioned on top of me. He didn’t smile, though. Instead, he lurched off of me to go retrieve the broken picture. I watched as he flipped it over slowly, more glass falling out of it onto the carpet.

‘It’s your, uh, wedding photo,’ he coughed.

‘God dammit,’ I exclaimed. ‘I’ll have to get a new frame.’

‘Won’t he care?’ Kit muttered, looking up at me with concern on his brow.

‘Baby, I don’t think he’d notice if I died,’ I laughed. I stooped down onto the ground and began to help Kit pick pieces of glass out of the rug.

‘You looked so happy,’ he murmured, holding the photo. ‘With him.’

‘I suppose I was,’ I said nonchalantly, dragging the small waste bin from the corner of the room over to where the frame had broken. We both discarded the glass in our hands, Kit still holding the photo.

‘I can take that,’ I began, holding my hand out, ‘I’ll put it somewhere else.’

‘Do you still, uh, feel anything for him?’ Guilt was all over his face as he stared down at mine and Keith’s smiling faces.

'He doesn't even begin to interest me. Not even curiosity,’ I assured the curly-haired boy in front of me. I placed a hand on his shoulder and pulled the photo out of his hand with the other. ‘He could come home now and I wouldn’t even hide you.’

‘Y/N,’ he spoke.

‘I promise Kit Walker. Consider this picture an ancient relic. I only feel something for you,’ I continued. ‘He’s nothing to me.’

‘Y-you,’ he stammered, looking deep into my eyes. I grabbed his neck and pulled him in to kiss me again. He melted into my touch and embraced me fully, picking me up and tossing me onto the bed.

My pajama shorts were the first thing Kit tore off my body. The thin fabric slid down my legs with ease. To his surprise, I wasn’t wearing anything under them.

‘Shit, Y/N,’ he laughed, before tossing his own shirt to the side. ‘You’re too much.’ His fingers slid through my wet cunt’s folds before feeling their way directly onto my clit. I moaned sharply. He worked me to my core until I was nearly screaming. Then, he pulled away, resting back on his heels.

Having no time for teasing, I sat up to Kit’s level and hooked my arms around his neck, connecting my lips with his and guiding him roughly to a laying position. I straddled his legs and worked to unbutton his jeans. I tugged them rather ungracefully off his body and threw them aside.

His large erection was prominent, pitching his briefs up. I palmed the bulge, leaning over him to pepper kisses all over his skin. He whimpered and breathed heavily. I started at his collarbones, then worked down his stomach, taking my time as I reached the hem of his underpants. I slid his white briefs down his legs and watched his hard dick spring up.

I positioned myself atop his cock and started riding him, feeling his full length hit my middle. I arched my back in pleasure and felt Kit do the same. He continued to whimper and whine.

‘Oh, yes,’ he cried.

My cunt’s walls tightened around his massive length. I couldn’t help but yell out. Before no time, I succumbed to the waves of orgasm. Still riding him, though, I was determined to get him to finish.

Within a short time, Kit came inside me. I felt his hot load spill into me as he breathed raggedly. I moved off of him and flopped down onto my side, feeling the silken sheets on my skin. My head rested on his shoulder and my hand on his chest.

‘Fuck, Y/N,’ Kit breathed after a beat. ‘You are so divine.’

‘Just let me know when you’re ready to go again,’ I purred, propping myself up on my elbow.

‘Shit, let me get a cigarette first, woman,’ he laughed. I grabbed his face to attack him with kisses.

He surely helped me feel less alone.

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Idk what to say here so WAHHHHHHH

[amourtoken]

thinking w my brain rn using every wrinkle fr anyway-

Thinking abt Matt who has put on such a fucking facade of hating you and being impervious to your sweet little pet names, compliments, ect. He acts like a cunt and you're always so sweet to him but it's bc you're playing the long game. You know it's bullshit, and you're gonna break him down eventually.

every chance you get you're looking up at him w big puppy eyes, brushing against him when you pass by, standing just a little too close, calling him sweet nicknames like Matty, honey, love, ect., bringing him little gifts like snacks or drinks and constantly trying to stay on top of any extra work he needs done. Most of the time you have to ask other people on the team what this work is tho bc he avoids you like the plague when he can and won't directly give you an answer.

Why does he avoid you? You're so fucking annoying he wants to scream. He can't get work done when he's so fucking hard he can barely stand, and you're always prancing around in those cute skirts/shorts, and wearing the most intoxicating perfumes ever that don't just go away when you leave he has to feel like you're constantly lingering. He's been late on multiple projects recently because he's been too busy fucking his fist to the thought of those big puppy eyes looking up at him while he's 8 inches deep in your throat. You're a fucking menace.

this all comes to a peak when you try and pass between him and another crew member, brushing your ass against his hips and continuing on your way. Matt literally cut the entire conversation with the other guy off to follow you, he can't fucking deal with you anymore and plans on telling you exactly how he feels. He found you in an empty green room in the venue, perched on the couch on your phone like you didn't do shit.

"Are you fucking serious? Really? You think you can just walk around and act like a slut every day then get away with it?"

he sounded livid but you only glanced up at him from your phone with a smile on your face for a second before continuing to scroll.

"Hey. Are you even fucking listening? I said-"

You cut him off by dropping your phone on the couch and crossing to meet him, resting a hand on his chest and running the other up his thigh to brush against the very visible bulge in his pants.

"If you hate it so much why are you so hard right now?"

Matt sucked in a sharp breath through his nose feeling you squeeze his cock and his face had the most visible flush you'd ever seen. He didn't have a sharp comeback like usual, stuttering over his words and never landing on a specific insult. He has work to do and you're about to waste more of his time, he just can't seem to be angry about it right now.

"Stop being so tense, maybe you just need some pussy. Let me make you feel good Matty please?"

he was pretty sure he'd just pass out right here. All of the blood from his brain was occupying his cock right now so all greater thought was out the window anyway. He was trying to twist this situation to have him in charge but you shot down every attempt. If he were really in charge in the first place he wouldn't have followed you like a lost puppy. That being said, his only response to your comment was a heavy sigh and a nod. Works for you. You drug him over to the couch and finally got to work.

It took literally no time to have him unraveled under you. You were settled on your knees in front of him and shifting between gagging on his cock and pressing kisses up and down his length while teasing the tip. He was dripping pre like a fucking faucet, poor thing :(((

"If you needed this so bad why'd you pretend to hate me for so long huh? Could've just asked, Matty."

"S-shut the fuck up and suck my cock. Please."

[matchadobo]

KIDD; dates with college kidd

summary: a part two of my college au of kidd. after school dates with name would usually go like this. you can read the part one here, i recommend reading it first bc it would be more dreamy and immersive before you read this but you can also read this independently tw: fem reader, NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL HADSASHD, no warningsssss all fluff i promise, a little bit suggestive like 3%

would wait for you in his motorbike after school and pick u up

after school dates would go one of three ways:  be at billiards, a local pub, or the arcade

billiards date

he’d be the type to pout angrily while playing when he invites you and you say no 

would be insaneeeely good at billiards, so fucking brilliant that it’s so hot

would take his time to circle around the board, he may not seem like it but he analyzes it so carefully

he’d look like those athletes in the zone. lips pressed together, eyes darted directly at the white ball, bent down so perfectly his ass fr lookin tight, sinewy arms stretched out and fingers precisely positioned  around the end of the stick, with one exhale he hits the ball and always manages to score  multiple  balls in holes

“babe, watch closely.” 

“i’m hella good at this, look.”

“gonna score this for you, don’t look away.”

each time he does score he’d look at you and give you a lopsided grin, making you blush each time

he knows you’re staring and he knows what he does to you that’s why he does everything to make you into a blushing mess

in the event that you agree to play billiards and he teaches you, he gets so up close behind (bc he wants to feel your ass) and places your arm in the right places and fixes your form.

the boys would whine, asking you two to get a room

each time you screw  up he’d laugh at you and call you dumb but still coach you

and when you score even if it’s just 1 ball, he’d either place a kiss at the top of your head or a smack you in the ass

you two’d always share a bottle of booze and goes home tipsy

by the time you two go home, it’d most likely be night since this man’s an addict 

in a local pub

he’d always have an arm around you

rubbing circles on your shoulders or thighs

he always has to be touching you in some way, otherwise he’d be pouting and more irritated

he’d let you sit on his lap as he bury his face on your back and falls asleep 

would often touch you in sensitive places and leave you hot and bothered

once you nag him about it tho he’ll stop

he’d tell you not to get drunk so much bc you go dumber but he’d always be passed out

he and the boys would always be the loud ass men in the pub, laughing and screwing around

whenever a guy even tries to hit on you or look your direction he’d immediately pull you closer and points at the homie giving him a finger

you guys would always play drinking games, card games, bets, and such 

when it’s time to go home, you’d always ask killer to drop you off at home and kidd will sleep over for the night at your dorm/house

he’d be wasted asf killer had to carry him to your room

he’d mumble shit at you and be painfully clingy than normal

he’d snoRE LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING TUBA so sleeping would be hella difficult

in the morning when he has hangover, you’d give him coffee and leftovers and he’d be a-ok

would go to school lookin like a hot mess: no eyeliner, plain ass shirt, normal jeans, sneakers, bedhead not even styled

arcade

this happens rarely, when a major quiz, tasks, or exams just finished, you guys celebrate here usually or at a bbq place

your ig story would always be filled with karaoke vids, polaroids with him or with the entire circle trying to fit in the small ass photobooth, claw machine troubles, whack a moles, aggressive basketball, ddr vids, you name it!

 he’d go waaaaaaay overboard with basketball, would compete with strangers and trash talk them but he ends up being friends with them

he’d be playing claw machines and end up malding, saying it’s dumb and rigged. but he’d be persistent in getting you a plushie, praise him when he does!

bumper cars are his absolute favorite! doesn’t hold back, not even to you. he’d crush all of you. he always has fun chasing you whenever you fumble around the wheel. he’d be keen on terrorizing and bumping into everyone, even strangers. each time he plays, children would actually cry and find him scary 😭—leaving him all the more ecstatic

the same could be say for his competitiveness and childishness at racing games, air hockeys, and shooting games. he’d terrorize everyone, regardless of relationship, gender, or age 😭

after the lot of you have tried each game, your last destination is the bowling area. as expected, he’s exceptionally good at it. would always score a spare or strike, walking away from the pit with open arms and an arrogant grin in his face.

name: what a show off kidd: but you love it so much, don’t you?

usually, that was the last game area and the circle would part ways. you and him would always go to the photobooth, he’d always initiate it. you two’d always leave a line waiting bc he gets too enthusiastic with kissing you on the photos. he’d always squish your cheeks in the photos, kiss them, bite them, or pinch them. he’d have an arm around you, kissing the side of your head,. give you horns with his fingers, or has a middle finger on display. always has his tongue out, and is always on a 🤘pose. he’d say the heart pose is cringy but you’d force him to it. but mostly, it’s just goofy ahh pics that end up blurry bc you two cannot stay still and are always laughing.

you two will have dinner at some place and he drives you home. 

just blurted this out cuz i miss him

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

dang that was cuuuuuute. Spell the Beans my beloved <3

the pairing of Duce slowly (with Frankie's frank observation skills) realizing that his mom glossed over a LOT of bullying in all her triumphant monster high stories, and then seeing Dacula being so worried about his daughter's future, him working to get where he is so Draculaura would have it easier- and how he DIDN'T accept her witchcraft at first! Because he was worried it'd make life HARDER for her!

That was a gooooooooood writing choice. Finding out how one parent did have it hard makes seeing the other one worrying about their kid just, chef's kiss.

(the implication that Mortimer the delivery dragon might have been one of Medusa's only friends at school ;_;)

(her HIDING in his den of missing things bc it was her only safe space there ;A;)

i AWWWWED out loud at the retelling of Lyra and Medusa's meet cute.... someone tripped up Medusa (again) and Lyra was there to catch her! She fell head over heels for Lyra, literally <3

(thank u monster high people for making Lyra SO bird like she got TALONS she got WING ARMS she SING TALKS i LOVE IT)

everyone trying to eat the human dad and Apollo Wolf (now THAT is a name) using.... water skiing metaphors.... to help the head monster with child raising. he's so excited to be there and he helps but oh gosh yes please get him out of there

Frankie was MVM this ep tho.

Between spear heading the search for the next talisman, accidentally helping Duce understand his mom better (and clean his room), AND coming in clutch at the end figuring out an excuse for how Toralei got her hands on witch stuff without any of the current students being a witch- Thank you, big sparkling brain bits, you did good work tonight

also love that it took to the VERY END of the ep for Toralei to stop going after Drac and finally give her and her witchery a pass.

we see what her mom is like. we see how much it's gotta be costing her, to not only "waste" her mom's time but not even have anything to show for it. ayyyyye but the character growth is slowly kicking in! Yes.

i just stared at Drac's face a lot this ep. poor ghoul was going through it most of the time, but that last ending smirk as she fakes a ghost witch was a Treat >:D

[softcarebears]

POOKIE WE HAVE CONFIRMATION ON ALL THREE THEORIES

pinkie has a crush on bbsf. she does, i was taking to one of my friends who imma call smiley. and for context, even tho they technically knew each other bc smiley used to be friends w/ june and violet. anyways i like probably introduced pinkie and smiley on the last day of school, in which pinkie revealed that she has like a massive crush on bbsf. which actually like really explains why pinkie has been avoiding me sense then bc on the last day of school pinkie asked bbsf if he would date me. he responded w/ a laugh, smiling and saying “why not?”. BUT what i didn’t know was that pinkie also asked bbsf if he would ever date her and he said “probably not”. and sense then pinkie has been avoiding me.

pinkie has a crush on me. she did at one point like me, don’t know when, the council agreed that it was probably earlier this year bc she had a crush, said it was a girl, but wouldn’t tell anyone.

we already confirmed that she was jealous of me, but oh god it got worse today. as u know, me and my friends r all american and today was the 4th of july. so while i was out w/ smiley, making vanilla and dr pepper floats in plastic shot glasses that we got from the dollar store while sitting on the sidewalk in front of a hardware store. bbsf was out of cali like i said and let’s just say was doing some… not so kid legal things like drinking a six pack of beer all by himself and vaping w/ his half brother. finally tho for my little explanation, we have pinkie, who was sitting at home playing video games all day. she didn’t go to any of the 3 parades even tho one passes by her house. she didn’t go see any of the 5 fireworks shows, she didn’t go to the races, nothing. so while i’m sitting in the bed of my sister’s truck w/ smiley waiting for the fireworks, bbsf texts the group chat that he’s like wasted out of his mind and then me, him and smiley get to talking bc we’re all part of the trashy party group and according to violet, pinkie got pissed reading the messages. not bc of what bbsf was doing, no it was bc he was talking to me and not her. luckily she doesn’t know that he was pming me too and not just talking in the gc bc she would have had a heart attack i’m pretty sure 💀

so ya everything has been confirmed, but we do have one more little micro theory from smiley. pinkie views me as a threat. for even more background info on the last day of school, one of smiley’s (and pinkie’s new) friends asked bbsf out, but he instantly rejected her bc we’re 2, almost 3 years older and at our age that’s a lot. plus he hardly knew her name and had like never talked to her. funny little fact abt that, pinkie didn’t give a fuck abt her asking bbsf, but she cares abt me and him just texting. so smiley is 99.9% sure she sees me as a threat

oh noo...😔

OH I WAS HALF WRONG...SO EW...

istg where do you get those codenames💀

WAIT WAIT WAIT SHE ASKED BEE BEE ESS EFF IF HE WOULD DATE YOU?? naur she tripping fr...she gave herself away😬

OMG NOT HIM SAYING WHY NOT... HAH CAUGHT IN 4K

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(i read your recent ask...girliepop i've been done with exams since this monday...💀BUT i do have my Delf B2 (its a french exam) exam tomorrow...did i practice or study my french...absolutely not...lmfao... (in french) je vais me faire prendre une grosse raclée demain cela c'est sure et certain...😭 j'ai juste peur...why did i sign up for this...because my french teacher told me to do it because i got ✨potential ✨yes i may have been the only one that scored an A in french literature for igcses and got a prize but still...😔 (secretly flexing)

but tomorrow its the oral comprehension, comprehension passage and the writing part...im mostly scared for the writing part...😬

and then WEDNESDAY is the oral part...where you speak french...😔(in french) c'est cette épreuve que je redoute le plus...oui le français peut être la deuxieme langue que je parle... but im more confident in my english than my french...and i speak english more frequently and ALL SUBJECTS ARE DONE IN ENGLISH except for french ofc good thing everyone is scared of this one...i hope i get an easy theme...or im jumping...off a cliff and crying my heart out...

also we barely had delf classes due to the week thingies and the anniversary of the school...but they did send us vids of how its going to be...😔we had a formal letter given to us...only 6 people actually did the homework💀...i already watched one vid...so im gonna go try to practice the letter and study the formats for writing and watch the rest of the vids later...😭

wish me luck queen..im trying to reply all the asks today..😔

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okay lets go back to this..oh so i was kinda right interesting...we love enemies to lovers😩

bbsf vapes and drinks at 14 ...naur that is bad😭bro's lungs bout to turn ashy as fuck

JE VAIS PRENDRE PINKIE PAR LES CHEVEUX ET JE VAIS LUI JETER HORS D'UNE FALAISE C'EST PAS POSSIBLE...ELLE ME SAOULE AVEC SES CRISES DE JALOUSIE!! elle s'agit comme une grosse gamine hein elle me fais chier putain...désolé pour mon language...(rate my french my sigma ball🥖)

bee bee ess eff ain't trying to catch a case purr we love a conscious and semi-rational king! (semi because he vapes...)

EXACTLY ELLE PENSE QUE TU ES L'ISRAEL ET QUELLE EST LA PALESTINE...sorry i had to...🤲🏻🙏🏻

she mad she ain't a slayful talented pretty coquette lana del rey esoteric manic pixie dream girl like you...so ofc she sees you as a threat we been knew...💥✨

not me taking...2 weeks to reply to one ask....💀

i think some followers might be shocked that i can speak french...well surprise!!😭😭

[youremyheaven]

Strange experiences I've had since rahu md started, how do you think Rahu mahadasha is linked with experiences with death (in surroundings or just in general, being more aware and sensitive towards it) ?

Rahu in pushya 10th, ketu and mars in 4th shravana and moon in uttarashada 4th. 8th lord venus in swati 1rst house.

I came across more and more suicide incidents since the beginning of this dasha..I never use to watch news before but now murder and death news are always too sticky to me.

What do you think am I being asked to learn or lean on?

i think nodal transits/dashas etc are very transcendental but difficult experiences. you have to be unnaturally grounded to make gains during this period. having a saturnian nak in rahu helps with stability a little bit because its Saturn's nature to restrict and Rahu's nature is expansion, so Saturn will "chain" Rahu's illusive nature but Rahu is still Rahu so there is only so much chaining and restriction that can take place. idk if any of the placements you mentioned can contribute to being more aware of death during this period. i wonder if you have 8h placements?? or 12h ones??? having 8th lord in 1st can point to increased consciousness of 8th house themes including death, occultism and transformation but i feel like its some other placement tbh

which year were you born in? is this perhaps an 8h or 12h profection year for you?

the inner most circle represents the house and the outer circles represent the age.

during my 12h profection year last year, a friend of mine passed away on her birthday under strange circumstances. it was really weird bc in the months leading up to her death i spoke to her a lot even tho i never did before and i had some truly heart touching moments with her. im a psychic medium irl and im often consulted by others, so her bf who is a good friend of mine insisted that i read for her even though i told him i dont think its a good idea for me to read for friends etc and im usually pretty firm but when he kept insisting, i gave in and i read for her. it was single handedly the strangest experience i had because i felt like i couldnt see her future at all, it was a complete blank. i picked up a lot on her personality and her past which both her and her bf confirmed to be true but she kept insisting on knowing about her future and was vv anxious about it and i absolutely couldnt see anything and that has never happened to me before or since. a few months later i had a dream about her and a few days after that, i wake up to text messages saying she has passed away.

i think the lesson with death is that it can come at any time, so one must not take life for granted. we should give it our all when we have time.

this is highly personal but for me with this experience, my biggest lesson was how kindness is never wasted and how even if you think no one is noticing, people are actually paying attention, so having goodness within and being kind to others goes a long way. this girlie's bf told me (a few months before she passed away) that he really appreciated me complimenting her outfit on Valentine's day bc i made her really happy and apparently nobody else had anything nice to say to her that day. it really doesnt hurt to be nice to others and sometimes we dont get very many chances to be kind either, even small interactions with others, if we can respond with love and kindness, it will make a big difference because you never know what the other person is going through or where life is going to take either of you.

what you learn from these experiences is up to you and how it makes you feel. death to me is always a reminder to be more kind and loving. the regrets that sting me the most have been my failures to be kind (i was a kid but still)

[imustbenuts]

just wanted to say that ur irezumi symbolism post Destroyed me .. but also i gave majima's tattoos some thought, cause the whole sakura motif symbolically contradicting the snake motif thing confused me for a bit...

tbh? i think that this juxtaposition was very deliberate, and i wanted to dump my Brainthoughts about why that is since i think you'd appreciate it :)!

snakes shed their skin consistently, just as trees shed their leaves and how flowers shed their petals. i feel like majima's irezumi exists to highlight the transitive nature of this routine and how it's a product of change in the environment of a given thing, like the seasons passing or a snake literally outgrowing itself.

it's one big metaphor for the human version of a ship of theseus: majima can change and slough himself of whatever facade he had, and this process of removing waste he doesn't need anymore can imply venom and violence OR the beautiful, fleeting fragility of existence itself. but either way, there's always one specific factor that serves as a common thread between those personalities and events. u wanna know what said common thread is?

his anger. his rage. the hannya. no matter what era or 'season' majima is in, his disdain toward tojo is literally the factor that defines him as the person he always will be 💔 and i think there's even MORE symbolism in using a hannya specifically, but i don't know enough about noh theatre to confidently speculate about the usage of hannya in majima's irezumi and what that might imply.

tl;dr majima's anger/rage is eternal with him and it's the defining factor that makes him, well, majima. even if he chooses to let that shedding process be violent and explosive or delicate and beautiful he is still the same snake or sakura tree at the end of the day. because no matter what angle you look at a hannya mask from, it's still a hannya, and it's still a mask

yay, thank you anon!! man majima is FASCINATING.

i think the hannya mask, rather the noh masks are known for giving different expressions depending on the tilt and the lighting? he has a theme with being adaptable and as u suggest, transitory throughout his life. the nagas has this slick adaptability theme too.

majima's core doesnt change. he looks unpredictable and never the same but. his core is always the same.

hes so ROCK. yakuza/rgg is so very rock

i feel sad for majima tho, he never seems to be able to catch a break and truly be happy for long ;; weh the writers are mean. sometimes i look at the popularity ranking they conducted in 2013 and 2018 and i understand why majima is number 1 cabaret ojisan

bc and idk how but they made majima win by A) being strong and B) fumbling kiryu's writing at points especially in 2 probably by accident. so majima wins like this:

hes so good

howd they accidentally make the not-mc this good

[mykuup]

Everything will remain the same

Summary : Tangerine needs to get all of the pressure off after every mission and you're here for it. It always worked like this. But one day you got bored and kinda disgusted so you decide to do something about it. Feelings aren't allowed here... Right ?

wc : 2k

Warning : minor DNI 18+ // graphic smut // angst // not a fix // kinda non con // mention of scars // broken people // unprotected sex (piv) // oral (m receiving) //

A/n : Another fic inspired by a song 🙄. I highly recommand to listend to all the songs of TENDER bc it's just... incredible ! I wrote this fic listening "Erode" on repeat (you may spot some lyrics here and there 👀)

After a month in Japan, and because they almost got killed during the mission, Lemon and Tangerine decided to take a break. They were tired, broken in pieces, haunted by all this blood, all those murders. They needed to rest. Well, Lemon required to rest, and Tangerine had other plans, other needs. Back in their country, Tangerine wastes no time and heads blindly to the club. He knows you will be there. You have to. It always worked like this.

You’re used to seeing him leave and come back to you. Sometimes wounded, sometimes just angry. You don’t really know who he is, what’s his job and you don’t really care. You try to not be worried or affected by this “torture” of waking up alone after a night with him. If you would be honest with yourself, you give him the same torture back as it always worked like this. It has been a month that you haven't seen his face now but you kept living your life like nothing happened. In the end, you’re heartless, used to spend time with fake friends, fake lovers. You can’t get attached to someone, you tried it before and your heart broke into a million pieces, so here you are, heading to that club to try to forget everything again and again.

As you are going upstairs to get to the VIP section, your eyes fall on a familiar face. You can’t believe he’s here after a whole month.

Looking directly at you, Tangerine’s here, sitting at the same damn place every damn time he comes back from only God knows where. His eyes are following you like a hunter tracking his prey. Even tho you’re on the other side of the room, you can feel his feral demeanor. He was drinking champagne by himself, manspreading in his seat and his arm resting on the top of the black velvet sofa. The loud sound of the music was just white noise to your ears and the strobing lights were accentuating his features like a slow-mo movie. Seeing each other, both of you didn’t need to talk or move. You just knew what will happen later that night.

You both were used to it tho. Since you met him at this club, it was like a ritual for both of you. Like a contract you both never signed but yet linked the two of you with an invisible bond that no one really wanted. But you knew it was a fling. You were a fling for him, as he was for you. Well, that’s what you thought but as you’re trying your best not to fall into something deep for him, Tangerine on the other side, stopped fighting against his own feelings a long time ago.

A few hours passed but each of you stayed still at their place. Glancing from time to time in his direction as you’re dancing with strangers, Tangerine doesn’t let his eyes get off of you for a second. But as he sees you leaving the club, he gets up and follows you like a fool under a spell, blinded by a mysterious power. He heard you saying goodbye to your “friends” before he decided to move closer to you. You knew it was him at the smell of his strong cologne and, without checking, you rest the back of your head on his broad torso. His strong arms hug your body as his lips reach the tender skin of your neck.

This was the sign.

This was the manifestation of his call for love and his craving for touch. And you couldn’t resist answering that call. So you followed him to his car and then to the door of his flat. This was like all the other times before. Nothing new under the sun and you started to feel used to it and not in a good way.

Of course, you wanted him, and yes you liked the way he was making you feel. But you couldn’t afford to be in love with him. Not when you only shared bedsheets and spend a few hours from time to time in the middle of the night. You knew almost nothing about him and he didn’t ask you anything either to get to know you…

Tangerine surely felt your hesitation and he stops kissing you as you weren’t responding to his touch.

“Tell me how it is.” he simply says.

Shaking your thought out of your mind, you put your arms behind his neck and move a step closer to him to gently rub your nose against his. Tangerine instantly closes his eyes, breathing in your embrace. You could feel his hands gently roaming on your body as he was craving for you to get even closer. One of your hands got lost in his hair and the other one undo every button of his shirt mechanically.

Tangerine’s boiling inside. Your touch burned him like the biggest wildfire and your scent intoxicated him like the best drug he ever had in his entire life. He wanted you to know how easily you were lighting him on fire at every stroke, every touch, every kiss. Oh, he loved the way you were brushing his skin lightly. He loved the way your tongue was dancing with his, drawing the line of his teeth. Your kiss was deep, well, at least it felt deep for him. You, on the other hand, felt nothing more than a dying spark in your stomach. 

But it always worked like this.

Like a machine, your hand touched this specific part of his body, your lips brushing that particular spot that sends shivers down his spine. He understand long ago that you knew every move that brings him closer to the edge. You were so good at giving him pleasure, how could you not feel the same thing he had for you? Tangerine gets out of his mind when he sees you undressing yourself in front of him. He would kill every person on earth for a chance to see you like this every morning until the end of his life. You crawled mindlessly upon him and stopped yourself mid-way to his body. Eyes half-closed, you open your mouth and let your tongue swirl subconsciously around his tip. You could already taste the precum at his head and you rolled your eyes, getting tired of the same old shit. Tangerine sighs heavily and reaches your face to cup your cheek.

That was new.

You stop what you were doing to look at him. You could see something different but couldn’t put a finger on it.

“M’here please” he whispers, almost begging.

Your lips leave his length and your body moves until you are straddling him. As he lays on his bed, Tangerine contemplates you, his hands caressing you gently. His eyes never leave yours and you tried to understand what’s going on in his mind. But as always, he didn’t say anything... Tangerine wasn’t talkative and, at first, you felt blessed because it was easier to not fall for a stranger. But with time, the silence becomes heavy and the heat you felt before was now as cold as ice.

You remember you were in the middle of something when you hear Tangerine grunt.

He couldn’t stop looking at your naked breast that was bouncing above him. Your hair starts to stick to your skin because of the sweat dripping from your body. He let out a cry as you slide on him on repeat, taking him to your deepest spot. He was like a wolf growling as his hands landed on your hips. Tangerine felt like he was an island surrounded by a deep blue sea as your body felt like waves, pushing and pulling against him.

At first, all this ballet was only there to help him release pressure after a mission and only he knew. But the truth is that every time you left him alone right after the blissful moment, his heart started to crack.

His train of thought stopped when your wetness leaves his body. You had enough of the riding session so you decided to go back to your knees, sucking him slow. The sweet feeling of your tongue swirling around his length makes his eyes shut and his head roll back as you give him too much pleasure his body couldn’t even handle.

You help him letting go of everything before starting to get up from the bed. Still half-conscious because of what you just did to him, Tangerine calls out your name, weakly. You turn around as you were already dressing up, raising an eyebrow as you question his sudden call. He sighs before clumsily sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Stay,” he asks, taking your hand in his and looking up at you. Your eyes landed on his hand on yours and then back at his face. “Please,” he adds when he saw the void in your eyes.

“It’s not how it works,” you say dryly, taking off your hand from his. You couldn’t handle any of this anymore. You couldn’t stay with him. This was never an option and tonight proves to you that you had to stop this toxic thing. You were gathering the last item of clothes on the floor when you hear his voice again.

“I love you.” 

You froze. Tangerine looks at you, his deep blue eyes hopeless, begging, lost. It was the first time you would see him like that and you suddenly feel something in your stomach. But this wasn’t the heat of a sparkle nor some hidden fire. You felt your gut and the acid taste in your mouth. You sure look confused because Tangerine talked to you again.

“I… I think I’m starting to crack, then you’ll leave and come back and I… I feel like a toyboy under you but if you want me like that, that’s who I’ll be.”

You couldn’t believe what he was saying. As you were trying to contain every feeling you had for him, every thought, you felt his body against you again, his soft voice whispering to your ear.

“If you love me right back, I could be anything.”

You sigh. Your mind was racing behind your eyes, and you would lie to yourself if you didn’t admit you loved the way he was holding you close right now.

But you couldn’t be with a stranger.

You couldn’t live with a man that looked that dangerous. Because even tho you didn’t know anything about him, the scars on his body couldn’t lie. This was the sign of a bright red flag. You weren’t sure if he was some kind of hunter or a very hot henchman but in any case, you couldn’t live this life. Love can be a powerful feeling but also a very dangerous one, maybe even more dangerous than the man that was hugging you tight.

You slowly detached yourself from him and turn around to look at him one last time. You couldn’t start something, already bored like you were this whole night. So your hands land on his cheek and you put a chaste kiss on his lips, his mustache tickling your upper lips. That kiss tasted like a bitter-sweet candy.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper with a broken smile before taking a step back. You reach for your bag and empress yourself to reach the door. “I would have loved you with all my heart if we weren’t who we are” you add without turning back before closing the door behind you.

Still naked, Tangerine fell on his bed, head in his hands. What did he do to have all of this so wrong? He thoughts you both were swaying on the same thin line. But now he realized he was wrong. Was he angry or simply heartbroken? He couldn’t figure it out yet but the thing he was sure about is that he couldn’t blame you for choosing the safest path, even tho it means he will never see you again.

[whiskyblu]

Nevertheless, Ep 3: Woman Takes Brief Break from being an ethical non monogamist to enjoy a tv show

Sol continues to be the hottest one in the show, and she is so wasted on Ji wan, 

Ok so next episode, Jae-Eon picks up some girl at an airport. And NaBi is angsting bc she doesn’t hear from him all day. “Does he not like me or is he teasing me?”

So. Him just…you know…having shit to do. Isn’t an option?

Ok. noted. =.=

NaBi wanders off to get food, and runs into her boy working on his project. He doesn’t see her, he answers his phone, she follows him creepily and sees the other girl.. Cue angst. “She’s the one his heart belongs to.”

Because it can only be one. 

Now it’s JaeEon’s turn to see her leaving a convenience store and giving her number to another dude, another student. 

He’s sort of watching from a distance with the other girl. He neutrally mentions he knows them, and girl gets jealous. Turns out they had matching engraved zippos, but she lost hers.  Very much giving gf vibes. He talks about Na Bi and she’s all “you’re into her, it’s fate” and he's’ all “you’re my fate”

Convenience Store Guy acts more like she would expect from a dude pursuing her, and she seems comfortable, and considers him.

And he’s an absolute Cinnamon Roll, I love him. He brings her snacks and is just…nice.

Ope, now my boy’s being dumb. Walks in on Ol girl talking to Cinnamon Roll and gets jealous, and tries to like. Put lil man in his place, and gets put in his instead. She’s got a spine!

Sort of. She kind of…half ass calls him out on being a jealous dick. He doesn’t really admit to it.

Like,  she hasn’t heard from him for a couple days, and now he jumps in being possessive and trying to draw attention to him. That’s douchey and fucked up.

So she goes on a date with cinnamon roll and it’s adorable. Very sweet, direct, little chatterbox of a man

And now I’m mad again.

Nabi goes to a school festival to see Cinnamon Roll, and there’s another girl there. Apparently his HS Crush who rejected him reached out. So NaBi gets awkwardly rejected, Jae Eon sees the whole thing. Home girl goes home, and she’s laying in bed, appears to be coming down with a cold…and FuckBoy Jae Eon totally calls her like “hey can I come over?”  No apology, no acknowledgement he acted like a possessive asshole, just “i’m by your house, wanna hang out?”

I apparently completely missed this bit before. Ope.  This is also where he finds out she had deleted his number from her phone. This is important later.

 Her phone dies, so she goes to the convenience store to get medicine, when she gets home, there’s an ambulance at her house.

FuckBoy called a got damn ambulance cus he thought she’d passed out or something. Remember what I said before about losing their tiny minds over a papercut? Yeah.

In a cute way now tho.

So she sends him packing..and this mf comes back with a care package of meds and snacks for her, and I have feelings about this.

I’m super annoyed they didn’t address him being a possessive douche. Like, it’s one thing to make his interest known, and to be nonmono, but it’s absolutely not ok to act like dog at a fire hydrant when she’s around other dudes. 

So. Perfect was def too strong of a word.

…so she’s like “i don’t like this bag of stuff take it back” and he’s all like “i’m hungry” and she tells him to eat the food while hanging out together.

And this turns into him spending the night holding her hand, hunched over next to the bed, like a hospital scene, so he can earn her trust back.

He addresses his jealousy-doesn’t outright say he was a douche, but does admit to being jealous. She assumes that he liked seeing her get rejected. Which is reasonable, I think, because of how he called her basically immediately after, acting like they’d never argued. 

But that’s not what happened. He admitted to being jealous, and that it bothered him to find out that she’d deleted him from the phone. 

And this is why the fuckboy allegations are so confusing to me. Because he’s not treating her like a hook up, or a casual relationship. He’s treating her like a partner. Literally the only thing that is different between how he pursues her, and how any other dude would, is that there’s no assumption of monogamy. I would argue that the way he goes about it is questionable, but that’s mostly because the culture of enm in the US is of transparency and enthusiastic consent.

…and he is very much working to sell her on nonmonogamy. Thaaats why it makes my brain itch.

Jae Eon is solo nonmonogamous. He has partners, but non exclusively, he does not have a nesting partner, nor seem to want one, and he isn’t invested in the relationship escalator. He also does not have the language or a supportive enm community around him. So, he performs enm, and persuades people thru open practice, rather than naming it.

So, in episode two, there was an interaction that I ignored, because I found it uninteresting and maybe a little fatphobic. When they were all hanging out at the bar, there was a dude-one of the only fat people i’ve ever seen in a kdrama- who was doing the “ambiguously creepy” guy thing. If he was an american, he’d prob be wearing a fedora. Like he specifically asks NaBi to sit next to him, and when she does he gets all fixated on the fact that she’s single now, and asks her why she hasn’t taken her jacket off and…a few other just. Weird fucking things. At one point, NaBi, Jae Eon and Bit Na are outside having a smoke, and Fedora Dude comes out is being really obnoxious and pushy about finding out what Nabi and jae eon’s relationship is, and Jae Eon tells him “nah, we’re just friends.” Nabi walks away and Fauxdora starts the “she’s not pretty enough to be this stuck up” and Jae Eon puts him in his place and everyone gets on with their life.  

NaBi was bothered by Jae Eon not “claiming her” ig. For me tho, the way to handle Fedora Dudes is to straight tell them to get to fuck, it’s none of their business. And that seems like what Jae Eon did. In my mind, he was showing her the same respect he would any of his other friends/partners, in not “staking a claim” so to speak, and also shutting down the ass hat. 

So when he engaged in jealous twattery around Cinnamon Roll, it was extra surprising. Ofc, the reason is that Cinnamon Rolls was a threat, and Fedoradouche was not. Jae eon was shielding her from Fedoradouche, and competing with Cinnamon Roll. Valid. 

So on the one hand, the narrative is showing that NaBi is “special” (gags) by him being possessive of her in ways he isn’t possessive of others. He’s also…gently aggressive with her, after she finally consents to kissing him. He just…keeps pursuing. It’s a behavior that irritates tf out of me, ignoring soft nos, and pushing for a hard no. Then when he gets a hard no, in the form of her deleting his number, and sending him packing after the ambulance leaves, he still keeps pursuing her. 

So he essentially tells her that he’s going to keep being nice to her until he earns her trust and gives him a chance. Which…irl would stalkery and annoying af. But because we’re inside her head, and we know she’s completely obsessed with him, and also because of my own biases against monogamy, and my general annoyance that enm is not even discussed as an option, it gets a pass, both narratively, and in my head. 

And then they bang, because that’s exactly what they both need when she has a cold. Fuckin tv, man

[losergaymothman]

Steve + Eddie (mainly Steve) headcanons!!!

Eddie is the type of autistic to get really frustrated when overstimulated + to often snap at ppl. he feels guilty at about it afterwards.

Steve is the type of autistic to just get up + leave when overstimulated. He usually makes a decent enough excuse about needing to go to the bathroom or some shit and then bolts.

Steve has RSD + is v insecure about his place in the party + how his intelligence is precieved. When a party member makes an off-handed remark about him being dumb, it actually really, really affects him but he usually doesn’t say anything about it.

Eddie understands why steve asks so many questions + why he often needs clarification on simple things. Most of the party doesn’t understand this, however, and often makes fun of steve for it. Eddie is v different from the rest of the party and always answers Steve’s questions w/o mocking him. Eddie (excluding robin) is the only person that doesn’t make Steve feel like an idiot.

Steve is the type of person to have the self perception to KNOW he’s autistic and has adhd and is bisexual, but not actually know what it is. He just thinks it’s some quirky Steve-thing. “Yeah, I have a harder time being social with people and had really bad grades bc school didn’t make sense to me, but that’s because I’m stupid, isn’t it?” No, Steve, it isn’t because you’re stupid. “I thought we all thought about dating men?” No, steve, straight men don’t want to date men.

Steve’s parents never really gave enough shit about him to try to diagnose anything about him. They thought it was a waste of their time, so he never actually got any accommodations for his neurodivergencies/learning disabilities.

The collective of eddie, robin and Dustin give him actual names for his neurodivergencies + sexuality. It’s a big deal, obviously, but it wasn’t super hard for him to accept. I mean, he had already accepted it a long time ago. He just didn’t know what it was. This was the timeline: “straight men think about dudes romantically” -> “oh, they don’t? I guess I’m bisexual” -> “I’m gonna go ask out Eddie”. The time between those events were between a day or two, to a couple hours. You can decide.

Even though steve wasn’t super phased by himself being neurodivergent + queer, it took A LOT of effort to accept the fact that he was disabled. With all that head trauma? Some point in between Billy smashing his head in and the Russians, Steve ended up developing epilepsy + is hard of hearing in one ear.

Steve actually doesn’t realise he’s epileptic for a while. He knows something is wrong, bc sometimes he’s doing something and then everything turns off and then suddenly he’s back and time has passed, but he doesn’t actually know what happened. A common trope in Steve has epilepsy fics, is Steve having absent seizures where it looks very similar to someone being venca’d, and I really like that so!! It isn’t until not too long after the events of Vecna that he ends up seizing in front of one of the party members and they freak the fuck out bc “oh my fucking god, Steve’s being vecna’d! What the fuck do we do?”. Once they force him to go to the doctors, he’s diagnosed with epilepsy. The thing he struggles with most is the fact that he thinks that his epilepsy makes him weaker (as he bases his worth on how much he can provide for the party). Him being unable to drive for a while doesn’t make it any easier, as a big portion of what he does for the stranger things kids is drive them around places.

Eddie, Nancy and Jonathan start helping out with the driving, tho, and even robin starts learning how to drive (with the help of Steve). She swears up and down that it’s only for emergencies, and Steve takes her for her word. She was a nervous wreck during their lessons.

Not only was Steve hesitant to accept his disabilities, but it also took a long time for him to accept his transness. This can apply to any type of trans headcanons you have for him. Personally, I think he’d be a really cool enby/trans fem lad. Any trans masc headcanons are totally cool too!! I just think enby/trans fem works really well with his character, as a huge part of how Steve is characterized is through his privilege + him becoming a better person, so him knowing he was trans since a young age + still being cool + popular doesn’t make as much sense as it was THE EIGHTIES. If he was transfem or enby, though, he’d realize after his big chunk of character development through season 1-2 and start realizing + accepting it from season 3 onward (it’s a long process). Steve really struggles with internalised transphobia though. Like, accepting he was bi? Easy. Accepting he was trans? Nope, nu uh. Not gonna happen. He often tries to convince himself that he’s making it up (as all of us envies do). The party is really accepting and supportive tho!! They make the whole experience 10x easier and are constantly making Steve feel really seen and validated in the best ways ever, especially the younger kids. It has made Steve cry on many occasions. Many occasions. Steve has spent most of his life lonely and desperately wishing for someone to love him the way he wants them to, and so after all the shit he’s went through? All the failed relationships and desperation to feel a sliver of reciprocated unconditional love? These shit heads end up run into his life and filling all the empty cavities in his chest that he didn’t even know where empty and he just feels so warm and happy all the time. Like, sure he knew that the party appreciated his presence and that robin loved him (they were platonic soulmates with a capital P after all), it’s just that he kind of thought that after a bit—if he revealed too much of him and what makes steve, steve—they maybe kinda not wanna be around him anymore. I mean, it’s happened before so it wasn’t so presumptuous of him to think that the pattern would repeat itself, okay? But then it didn’t , and steve was vulnerable in front of the party—his family—in a way he’d never been before because he didn’t think he was allowed to be and then he came out as trans!! And they were so fucking supportive of him!! They hugged him and they thought it was cool and they immediately asked him questions about what would make him the most comfortable and he just!! Fucking!! Holy shit!! He’s been waiting his whole entire 20ish years of life to find people who would genuinely like him for him and who wouldn’t get mad if he wasn’t able to sit still all the time or if he would look into peoples eyes too much or if he had to get them to talk predominantly on one side of him or!! If he actually wasn’t totally, completely a boy!! And he just!! They love him. They love him. And it’s in a way that his parents or his old friends never have and never will bc fuck them! His friends love him and they don’t care that he’s trans. Of fucking course he is going to cry.

Though lots of people think that hopper would be Steve’s step-in father, I personally think that the two are more of a kinda awkward, we-know-eachother-because-of-the-upside-down, type relationship. They don’t really talk that often, but they do have this mutual respect for each other + defend each other when the time calls. Wayne Munson on the other? He’s so entirely not like Steve’s father but so like Steve’s father that Steve has this urge to act likes Steve’s actual father would expects him to act, but towards Wayne. For example, Wayne is someone who commands respect. Not in the way Steve’s father commands respect by often using harsh words and demeaning comments, but rather with a mutual agreement of “if u treat me nice, I treat u nice”. Steve can tell that Wayne and his fathers demeanours are different. He knows. He’s not as stupid as others think he is. It’s just that Wayne and his father are so similar, (plus, Wayne honestly kind of scares Steve a bit) that sometimes when Steve is talking to him, it’s second nature for Steve to automatically straighten his posture, confirm that he is making the right amount of eye contact that wouldn’t get him reprimanded and start to slip “sir”‘s and “mr”‘s into sentences. Wayne notices this (of course) and tries his best to make Steve as most comfortable with him and in is home as possible. He raised Eddie, for god’s sake, who also came from a bad home and is as autistic as can be. He is quite good at showing Steve that he can trust him.

[evansbby]

I don’t think the anon that said the part about Bucky SA-ing omega meant it in a bad way. I don’t think they meant it as an attack or came across as aggressive. Yes, it’s a dark fic but you can still not like violence in it - it doesn’t have to be one or the other. I also didn’t like that part. That’s not an attack on you or your writing or lack of tags (like I said it’s nuanced) I just meant it in the sense of fuck Bucky for doing that and trying to “win” at one thing in life. It was definitely unexpected and I think it was such an important addition for multiple reasons partly bc we get to understand Bucky a bit more and his thoughts towards Steve but also the fact that Steve showed a lot of character development. I was honestly v surprised he didn’t kill him. The main reason I think it’s a great addition is because we see omega really fight back and give Bucky what he deserves. She showed so much physical strength and wasn’t afraid to talk back to an alpha. I was honestly v proud of her and was rooting for her! The part where she kicks him and she runs away only to be just dragged back was so well written I could literally just see the scene playing in my head as I read it. You’re an amazing writer. I absolutely LOVED poyt5 I literally cried while reading it which is very rare especially when I read fics. You didn’t waste your time writing it!! I was so surprised when I saw the last chapter dropped bc it was like the middle of the week but I am extremely grateful you did because I was having such a bad week and it lifted my spirits. I know Steve is still bad or at least the actions he’s made are bad but I really really loved how much he changed. I loved the part when omega retreats into herself again and Steve tells her to snap out of it right away. I also lowkey felt bad for him when she didn’t say she loved him right away even tho he absolutely did not deserve it. I loved that we got to see the home life of both omega and Steve to understand them more just like they grew to understand each other more. The addition of Sarah was lovely and I’m so glad you decided to add her in especially with how much wisdom and advice she passes on to omega especially bc we see that Steve is absolutely weak for omega. Now I need to read POYT 5 again lol

Girl I GET that it’s not an attack. I’m just saying what does that person want me to do about it? I can’t go back and change it and I justified why I added it in. Look if I was a reader and i read a super long 37.7k long fic and didn’t like some aspects of it, that’s fine. That’s normal. What I wouldn’t think of doing is telling the author what I didn’t like and why. It’s just unnecessary and lacks tact??? Idk maybe that’s just me. I even thanked the person for their other comments??? Like what more do you want me to do??? Never in my response did I say it was an attack or say it was aggressive so idk where you’re getting those words from. Just try and see it from my point of view for a second.

That being said, I really appreciate your review and I’m happy you liked it💖 I’m sorry you were having a bad week but glad that the update somewhat lifted your spirits. Also BAHAHA I wondered whether people would feel bad for Steve bc omega didn’t say I love you back to him when he expected her to like MULTIPLE times throughout the fic. I know some people deffo felt satisfied with that, but it’s interesting to see that people felt sorry for him too! That’s honestly what I aim to do as a writer, make everyone confused with how they feel about Steve hahahaha thank you so much for reading bestie💖💖

[gritsandbrits]

I’m a little curious, is it ok to give out some details on what Shrek 3 did wrong with its characters and whatnot?

Good concept, shoddy execution

Artie was bland, nothing more than to cash in on the slacker archetype that was popular since the 80s also a waste of Justin Timberlake

Charming being the main villain made no sense he worked better as a pawn, plus he got shoehorned into a romance with a Princess with barely any chemistry with her; it would've made so much more sense if he went a Villain/Rebel punk peasant girl since it ties with his team up with villains

Donkey and Puss barely an afterthought plus the subplot where they switched places didn't really fit into the film

Plus wouldn't Donkey had helped Shrek with his daddy isssues?

Speaking of Daddy, they easily could've made Charming's Dad the main villain as a direct foil to Shrek and Artie's relationship

Fiona's subplot of being Queen gets pushed to the side especially when she's in a cell for half the movie -_-

THEY FUCKING KILLED HAROLD!!!!

Fiona doesn't get to pass any meaningful laws it's focused on Shrek being king even tho it made no sense in reality he'd be a Prince Consort

The triplets have the same personality no uniqueness

The Camelot element is underused

Merlin was funny ngl but even he felt kinda wasted

Artie's hero journey was a waste they could've had included more Arthurian legends like finding the sword in the stone or whatnot

They killer off Charming which sucked bc they easily could've had him question his mother's parenting skills and his own feelings in the matter

Wasted Maya Rudolph as Rapunzel/Princess Villain hey at least we got Disenchanted now lmao

Overall it was just bland and had good elements but everything felt so off

[nicebonescomrades]

okay! so this might get a little long winded lol

my main is america, but my luck there hasn't been so good so i legit made 3 alts on the other servers to try my luck and uuuh

for starters they're all alts right? very squishy units bc lack of materials and what not - and all three alts have a gepard

granted the hk alt only just got a gepard but i'm pretty sure it was bc i've been running jingyuan, tingyun, natasha, and fire trailblazer. and i swear tingyun gets singled out way too often (and as a result dies the fastest) so gepard is just like no need to worry! i am here

the hk alt is going to get a battle pass bc its just ridiculous at this point - when seele's banner was up i did a couple of single pulls and got a bronya, and then i threw the free 10 pulls at the banner and almost immediately got a seele - almost like she knew her girlfriend had come home and she just had to be there to complete the team (they actually hard carried me through the belagog story quest lol)

hk also didn't have tingyun before the jingyuan banner so i was like - i have arlan! maybe i can make a second team with arlan here? and i'll get a tingyun from jingyuan's banner no problem! and she can support arlan and i can use the fire trailblazer to protect him and natasha to heal him and -

and jingyuan comes home twice before tingyun bc he hears that i'm pulling his banner to give his best support to a 4 star? no ma am not happening on my watch

also i was on my asia account the other day and i was borrowing someone's himeko as the support unit right? and i was saying to one of my friends that hmm, maybe i don't want himeko on any of my accounts? himeko either doesn't do a lot of damage or this particular himeko is build really badly - i haven't seen double digits of damage in a while

and half an hour later i notice i have 10 pulls on the standard banner so i used them and i legit pull a himeko (i do do damage! you just need to build me correctly i can prove it-)

the eu account just has a bronya and gepard but i haven't done as much pulls on this on yet so ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯ we'll see how it goes when i use my event pulls on the blade banner there lol

in the meantime eu account has been maining qingque bc i actually really like quantum damage

i'll probably send in a different ask later on about jing yuan bc i did manage to get him on the main and that is a whole other story lol

So many reroll alts... good luck keeping up with all of them comrade i admire anyone thathas the dedication for that much 😭😭 but also gepard ‼️‼️ i want him so bad im losing my mind over not getting him yet 🙄 like bro why can't u be like your lookalike(Jean my love <3) and come fast to me?? Smh smh 🔪

But also the hk alt is so??? Im jealous /j but no i am not surprised by how fast you got seele and bronya the girlfriends must never be separated ‼️ bronseele forever <33 but jingyuan? 👁👁 congrats on getting him x2 and tingyun!!

Speaking of tingyun and her tendency to get attacked so much I'm pretty sure it's like, game mechanics lolol i believe the enemies do actually focus more in general at the healer/buffer... my bailu and bronya have suffered enough to know 😭

Me personally i only have my main america acc but I do plan on making an asia alt just 2 play with friends lolol my pulls on my main acc went actually so well I don't dare complain 💀

First day of release I got Bronya, Yanqing, e1 himeko (one from standard the other on the beginner banner), then the next day I got Himeko's lightcone and then two days after that I got Bailu and yesterday I got e1 Bronya 🧍🏻‍♀️ (all i want is a gepard. Literally that's all I want but noooo)

I didn't pull for Seele tho hdjdns but I did get Jingyuan and tingyun finally on his banner, so currently just wasting my wishes on his banner in hopes of getting a guarantee for Kafka lmao