#you onow what im talking about

[fbfh]

FUCK ME I'm thinking about Billy again. Shit. Fuck. Thinking about him calling you sugar tits on a day to day basis. About the little swiping his tongue over his teeth unhinged chuckle he does right before he loses it and goes feral (in a fight or... other places...) just his rowdy boisterous energy. He's so solid, I wanna bite into his torso like a big block of cheese. Just sink my teeth right into him.

[bunnyhoney111]

i need someone else in the IT fandom to tell me exactly where these glorious, sexy, intimate, delectable, delicious and absolutely world changing smuts ive been rereading since summer have gone??? i just rewatched it and literally fell back in love with each and every character and the smuts are gone the moment i want to read them again, like they were amazing guys. there were poly!reddie x reader fics, poly!losers INCLUDING MIKE AND BEN fics and do you even know how hard it is to find mike and ben fics on here? HARD. there were god damned emo!eddie fics and they were so good so so so good. I DONT ONOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF, i have been scouring this app for an hour and cannot find them, i scrolled through every liked fic i have- NOTHING.

someone who knows what im talking about PLEASE help me before i lose my mind. kk love yins <3333333

[filmnoirsbian]

i don’t remember if it was you that reblogged it but the quote is about someone’s deceased brother and it goes something like “he always did all the hard things before me so i’m not afraid of dying because he did it first” DO U ONOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT

Yes! It was Joseph Gordon-Levitt discussing his brother.

[hirik0]

Save with you part 4

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

09Soap/Ghost, Omegaverse Alpha Soap, Omega Ghost

CW: torture, homophobia, homophic slur menationing of cheating

NSFW: mastrubation,mentioning of NSFW pictures

2 months, till Ghost maybe will go in heat again and Soap is getting nervous. On one site, he wants to spend the heat with Ghost and on the other site he hopes it will be Ozone, who probably will be the must chill about it. He hates this conflicting fellings the thought of any other Alpha with Ghost makes his blood boil he instincts rage, especially Roach, but hensyill onows he would probably fuck up if he had to be with Ghost The smell of lemon and liquorice overwritting every singel locigal part of his brain, just like Roachs fresh rain and Oak scent. Hes finishing his cup of coffee, before he starts the interrogation of their target, at least the ethical part of it. If the Beta dont speak in 3 hours to the question, Ghost would come in and well, thinks would become ugly. But they need the information and they give the Beta pleanty of time to talk to them with no harm done. Honestly Soap wants to do the torture part himself. Getting some of his frustration out, in a protoctive way, he only can only use the punshing bag that often. But seeing Ghost breaking someone with just a knife, its fucking beautiful to watch. He opens the door to the sound prove room, the heavy iron door is shricking when he pushes it open, the hinges need to be oiled. The Beta looks unimprest by the Alpha that walked in or the situation. With his history its probably not the first time he got turtured for information. "Oh, seending in the big bad buff Alpha do they?", the Beta taunts. "Im not the one you should fear, walking in this room", Soap states, the only hint that hes the 'good cop' before turning on the camera and starting the 3 hour timer. "The weapons where to you shiped them?" Silence and a bored look at from the Beta. "Who is getting them?" The prisinor looks at his fingers not giving a fuck. After 80 minutes of nothing Soap uses some of the information from intel gathering. "Your boss, you know hes fucking your wife?", Soap ask getting a reaction from the man. "She would never." Soap just takes some of the obeserving photos Ghost made on his 2 month solo mision out of the file in his hands. The wife getting fucked in and on the car of the Alpha cartel boss, in the garden of a villa for everyone to see and hear, in what Soap asumes is the bed they share. The prisionor is getting angry pressing his theets together before he gets a neutral face again. "He clearly dont respect whats yours, so why stay loyal?", Soap ask. "He can have her if she wants, shes a bad lay anyway." "You sure its not a you problem?", Soap pokes further. "Alphas, always just thinking with your knot in the end. Somethings are not just about fucking." "So you have no problem she gets fucked in the bed you share by someone else?" More salt in the wound. "Oh no if he wants the dirty slut he can have her."

20 minutes before the timer rubs out Ghost is entering the room, just leaning against the wall. Their plan clearly did not work out, the cheating wife was not enough. Ghost will still taunt him with it a bit, giving him a last easy out, before he will use his knifes to get answers. Soap is repating the same 3 questions over and over again. And Ghost can see the frustration in Soaps posture, the way the questions are getting more and more impatient, the friendly attitude Soap has long dropped. "Doing such a bad job, they need to sent someone else in?", the Beta ask when he adresses Ghost half hiden in the shadows, forgotten that Soap hinted beeing 'the good cop'. "Oh no they dont send him because i did a bad job. I did my job perfectly", Soap says if hes talking about the weather. Ghost plays with one of the smaller knifes. Reading the body langue of the prisinor, keeping a eye on the timer. The alarm goes of and he pushes himself of the wall, turning the cam off, everyone knows what is about to come. They had even the permision to do it, he would do it anyway. Soap takes in Ghost spot at the wall, wanting a first row seat. "You know", Ghost starts going through the photos he took, till he finds the one he looking for. The one in the garden. "Heard her moaning and screaming like a whore from where i was hiding in the hills. Heared her beg to get knotted by him unsual for a beta, heared it fucking hurts, begging him to mate her. Bringing him to fuck her as much as possibel in semi public, turned her on." "Oh, you think so?" "Thinking? No i know." "Oh, want to stick your beta dick in her too?" "No, not my type. You never got the same sounds out of her", Ghost says in a mater of facts way. "Oh really?", the venom in the voice of the prisinor is getting bigger, it clear is hurting his ego. "Yes and know tell me about the shipment", Ghost says desintrested. "Fuck you." "Oh, would you like this? Getting fucked by a Beta? Its thats why you and your wife have bad sex?", Ghost taunts. "Listen you littel homo you may enjoy getting fucked in the ass, but some of us are normal and like pussy." "Oh, is that so?", Ghost ask curios, tillting his head a big grin hiden under the blaclava. "Yes it is, and not get the not fag back." Ghost just tillts his head to his other shoulder before pulling out a knife seamingly out of thin air. "Oh, so the childers party is over and you finally start the interrogation?", the Beta spats on Ghost and Soap wants to rip his head of. Disrespecting his Omega like this, but he just stays where he is balling his fist. Dark rage buring a hole in the forhead of the Beta.

Ghost carefully cuts as close at possibel to the carotid atery beeing very focused to not cut in it. His victim would bleed out and dead people cant answer question. The Beta visibility and understandably is tensing about a knife so near to such a vital blood vesel. "The shipments, tell me about them", Ghost encourages. Silence. Ghost carefully moves the knife to the sternum. "I had worst then just some cuts", the Beta braggs clearly trying to not be seen as a weak pushover. Ghost just walks around him thinking about where to cut next like he has all the time of the world and not 1 hour to get what they need, wanting to get evey last secound of the time he has. He stops behind the man putting the tip of the knife at his hair line cuting down in a straight line along on both sites of the spine. Shortly glimpsing at Soap before ramming the knife in the shoulder of the man. Getting a scream out of the man. Unbothert Ghost pulls out a bigger knife before cutting right along the main arm artery getting closer and closer to actual cutting it hearing how the breathing of the prisonor is fastening up. He repaets it at the other arm. "The weapons, what do you know about them?", Ghost wispers the question in the mans ear. "Fuck you." the Beta says with a lot les confidence and heat. "Wrong answer." Ghost rams the knife right next to the major blood vessel in the thight. Laughting at the wimper the man is making, before pulling the knife out again, to just stab it just a few milimeters to the left back in. Leaving it there for the time beeing. He pulls out a big knife that he just use for intimidation presses it against the face of the beta, its tip pointing in the direction of the eye.

Soap is mesmerized, seeing Ghost work with knifes it's always nice to watch. But somehow it feels diffrent to all the other times. Its leaving him in awe, seeing the Omega like this and hes getting hard. He remebers his talk with a other Alpha. 'Seeing how dangerous my Omega is, I get high on it. Knowing that this Omega allows me to take care of him, its a honor. Its the best drug I ever had, seeing my Omega covert in blood. Always want to drag him away and have him all to myself after, not even bother hes still covert in blood.' And he gets it now, he understands what the other Alpha meant. He just watches how Ghost is slowly cutting away on the man restrain, till he tells his secrets. The man breaks after 45 minutes tells them everythink about the weapons. "Was this so hard?", Ghost ask a bit smug while pulling out his knifes. Soap is taking some deap breaths trying to cool down, willing his eraction down. Ghost walks past him out the room unbothert as if he didnt just finished tortureing a man. In a try to save the rest of his dignity the Beta says: "Needed a Beta to finish what you cant do." "Beta? Oh, no that was one of our Omegas", Soap say proudly before looking over the shoulder seeing the face of the piece of shit dropping. The Beta lost the rest of his dignity, his ego shattered in million of tiny pieces, its even better then watching the torture. A expectations of absolute horror on his face, clearly trying to make sense of the information he just got. He closes the door with a satified smile on his lips. He walks in a bathroom to cool himself of for a bit, runnig right in to Ghost washing the blood of his hands. Soap wants to tell him to stop, that he needs to see it for a bit longer, but instead he splashes cold water in his face, trying to act normal. Its fine, he can do this, he watches Ghost through the mirrior, trying to fight down his urges to devauer Ghost on the spot. "You solid Soap?", Ghost ask seeing how tense Soap is. "Yes, just tiered I guess." Ghost raises a eyebrow deciding to not call the lie out. "Was a tough fucker, feared i will not break him in time." "You had still 15 minutes", Soap informs him. Ghost making a displeased sound about still having a good amount of time left, while putting on a clean pair of gloves. "See you in the next briefing", is all Ghost says before leaving the room to clean up his knifes. And Soap is not sure if he could have handled the 15 minutes, if he goes by how sticky his boxers are.

Soap informs medical to patch the guy up before he goes in his room. He opens his journal drawing Ghost hands he saw maybe 10 minutes ago covert in blood. And he feels how his dick is getting hard again at the fresh memories of watching Ghost filling his mind. He trys not to think about how fucked up this is, how turned on he his because of Ghost tortureing someone. He's hopeing he gets it out of his system after he finishes the drawing. He has to stop when one hand is finished with a probability more blood running down then there was on it in reality. He groans frustrated closing the journal, putting it away in his rucksack. He flops down on the bed, trying to ignore how hard and turned on he is. It feels wrong to get this horny over what he just saw, but the other Alpha indirectly told him that he gets also turned on by this right? "Just this one time", he says in the empty room, before opening the fly of his pants. His hand going under his boxers that are still wet from earlier. He pumps down one time not likeing the dry feeling. He gets out a nearly empty bottel of lube, which is lemon flavoured, and gets rid of his pants and boxers. He puts the rest of the lube on his hard dick. He strokes down slow and long making sure eveythink is covert in lube. The scent blockers are stuggeling not able to keep his scent at bay. And his mind, his mind is driveing him insane, the image of Ghosts bloody hands are being replaced by a new taunting image. Ghost hands covert in cum, it dripping down from his fingers, Ghost licking it of his fingers and Soap just trys to tell himself that these are just hands with no body, no person attached to it. He speeds his hand movement up bitting his other hand to silence himself. His knot is swelling, he thinks he never got so close in such a short time. Hands all just because of Ghosts bloody hands, hes done, thats it he will not survive spending a heat with Ghost. 5 more down strokes and with the image of Ghost presenting himself, slick running down his legs Soap cums all over his hand. He taste blood in his mouth, he bit himself so hard in the orgasm that he broke the skin of his hand. Hes uterly fucked, he will never be able to look at Ghost ever again with out shame. Ghost is his friend, his subordinate and he just wanked to him. He cleans himself up a shamed about was just happend, takes a late shower even, opening the window to get fresh air in and his scent out. The next morning he showers again, but its to no use Ghost can still scent him, from across the tabel. And he needs to drink half the tea cup in one go to not purr. Still even if Ghost is freaking out about Soaps scent a feeling of being at home is putting a blanket over him. Fucking hell.

[cookie-waffle]

alcohol is a drug just as much as weed is. Im sorry, but you aren’t any better than a smoker if you drink.

(btw i am very drubk rn so obviously i onow what i am talking about)

[writingsofwesteros]

Hey!❤️

First off i don’t onow if this is the place to send this ask but seeing how open you and your followers are i figured i’d go for it anyway because sometimes it’s way easier and better to talk with a stranger and let some things off your chest.

The thing is im a 22 year old woman and i still haven’t had sex. But it isn’t that i couldn’t have sex it’s purely the fact that im scared.. I have very low pain tolerance and literally the littlest things hurt me, especially when it comes to genitals i almost cringe at the idea of having sex 😫 which bothers me because it’s not that i don’t wanna have sex because i do i really do, i read your nsfw fics all the time and girl it gets me really horny but then the pure thought of having sex is just.. ughh. I talk about it with my friends a lot but everytime they just say “you’ll be alright” like i know i’ll be but still i need some advice and idk what. I’d love it if you or your followers could give me some advice on how to deal with this situation. And If this isn’t the place to talk about this then you can just delete this ask 😅 I just really like your blog and figured you and your followers aren’t judgemental and could give me some good and helpful advice.

Thank you ❤️

You are always welcome xx

Tbh, I'm nearly 25 and I haven't had sex (I always think I should of by now and I hate it; but screw society..I'll do what I want ;))

That really sucks tho..I'm sorry you have to deal with that.

I wonder if preparation might help ..using bigger toys as you go along.

No judgement here about anything

Anyone else have any ideas? <3

[nightmare8-420]

j rants slightly abt bullshit

slight tw for suicide mention

ik im over it and all but uh, if i dont get it out now its gonna bottle up again.

i was looking back at our old messages,

yknow, i really really dont feel anything for you now,

we havent talked since march 14,

i dont really wanna talk to you again,

at all actually.

my life has been, so much better without you,

“I dont onow why i thought you were gonna treat me like xxx”

i dont know why i ever thought you treated me well.

i already told you that i was sorry, that jt would never make up for what happened,

but,

even then,

you didnt even ask if i was okay,

you made jokes about the things i went through at the time,

i tried to tell you that i was uncomfortable,

but you didnt listen to me,

at all,

yknow,

some weeks ago was the anniversary of the last time i tried to kill myself,

the time i tried to kill myself for you,

but,

the only thing i could think about was if i was gonna mess up or not,

that i would “mess up” again,

i-

you almost left me then,

you knew that it had been so long since talking to other people than my “family”

you knew about how suicidal i was,

and yet,

all because i made another friend,

that was somehow my fault,

that i was “used up”

i-

and you still to this day,

dont know that i tried to kill myself for you,

because i never got the chance to tell you,

but yknow,

even tho this year’s anniversary i was spiralling,

and hurting myself,

yknow,

they didnr leave me,

no one left me,

they cooked with me,

they essentially told me how they considered me as a friend,

they comforted me.

i wont blame you for all of it,

though,

the differences between you and,

all of my friends now,

are so,

noticable,

things like refusing to play with others in games,

dont lead to fights,

or anxiety,

asking dumb questions,

dont result in them calling me stupid.

i dont regret meeting you,

but,

in a way,

it feels guilty to not regret what happened,

it hurt both of us,

but,

were both with better friends,

i literally wouldnt have half the friends i do now,

if all that didnt happen,

id still be that helpless kid,

daydreaming for a message,

in a way,

i guess i miss it,

the good times,

but,

even if it was impossible for anything like that to happen between us again,

i dont think id go back,

this is life now,

im still adjusting to it,

but,

i feel so much more calm when you’re not here.

[knightlyrogue]

maybe after i graduate but i dont know. things keep stopping me from just doing it i need to actually lock in and pick a date and just stick it out i know i shoildnt say that here but i will forget otherwise and im already. Kind alosing it rn?? i broke down in front of my brother today and i almost strangled him i dont know who he is i dont know who i am im not me right now and everyone next to me was never real and i never seen rhem before and km losinf it im losing it so hard right nkw and i need skmeone tks ee my fickfifn skull theyll know then theyll all know when im gone i will write i will write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write so theyll remember and so ill keep writing and writing and writing and writing and writing you do not understand and youll never understand you think you do but you never will i will perish and its all so predictable it will always turn out this way i am scarred wounds too deep to ever truly heal and for it to mean that i survived. i am not alive and i was never alive from the moment i was cut out from my mother i am freezinf i am so so so so cold. they need to dismantle all of it i dknt understand whar is wrong with my head and i want it to just stip its been years and i will lash out and hurt those who dare get close you know who you are you shouldnt be here and i will do somethifn and everyone will see then how serious i was my feet are muddy and freezinf the water up just below the knees and my hands shared the same amount of mud it stuck under my fingernails and the broken glass and ropes still hang jn my closet and i want to join them in inanimacy, my life seeping into the floor and i will haunt this house i will haunt this house and this ground forever and then youll know youll finally lnow what it is to open your eyes and pull your head out of your ass and maybe just maybe yoill realize how much of an effect you truly have i dont even talk to you anymore father would he still not respect me for what i wm now and what i will become if i keep walking the water will get pasr my knees rhen my waist then my chesr. then i will swim. i will drown. i will drown. i will drown. i will drown. i will drown. i will drown. inwill drowl i will frown i will drown i will drown. i will drown. i will drown. i will. drown iwill drown i wkl frownn i wilddrown iwild drone im gojgn to drown i am drownign but i have to get up and keep walking. keep walkifn i fjckeibf. hate uou hiu onow what yiu did i will fickfinf find yih and mamoe yiu remember i will remember j have remember i fuckifn hate uou illstranglienand lill you ill rememer. ill always remember. and by the time you forget finally i will open you back up and pour the boiling water, boiling for years. it was closed off and had nowhere to go. festering and festering and growinf more erratic and awful. youll feel it in your lungs. i will watch you squirm as the water churns out of your trhoat snd then i still will not be satiated. theyll never find youfather just leik they never foudn him oor rhe other one. i am your daughter and i will prove it to youwjkwjaf am i talkinf about im so uslet rn i dknt know i need to do it and when i do they wont they wonr they wonr he will die and i will die blood blood blood theyll never find you i oromse you i dont know you or him or myself i wont find myself and by the time i do it will be too late i will be spilling everywhere in the tub

[atlaskrr]

im drowning in a pile of emotions rn. i finally managed to track down my half sisters acc and i rlly wanna say something but where do i evem start? hey sorry i know we havent talked in 4-6 years i dont even remember when we last met or when we first met. did i visit you before you moved in for a year or was it after that? both? im sorry that on that one insta story years ago i made a quiz on how many siblings i had the answer i put was 1 and not 2. i felt so guilty and still do seeing you clicked the option 2. im sorry i dont onow what to believe. i heard from my mom you shit talked both our dad and my mom to yours. i understand why you hate dad now and i wanted to thank you for never hating me. i wish i knew the full picture to understand why youre so angry, even at my mom, but nobody tells me anything. i wish i knew if what our kung kung was spewing about your remorse was true or not. if it is why is my mom still blocked. why didnt you tell us you were in town? ok that one makes sense but why did you never try talking to me again. i want to know what happened back then, why you moved in with us then left but what am i supposed to say to someone whom i have shared dna with but barely know. i really want to talk to you again but im so scared to start. maybe one day i'll have the guts to get the answers. i hope you won't tell the family. especially not my mom.

[our-inspire-verse]

Weird introject/pseudomemories vent below

Inthrum: Im kinda in like this. Paralysis. Sorta. Im just so, so sad and grief ridden. I am missing my last life, im missing who i was back then, and most of all I'm really missing the people i knew. The people. Dan, hes sorta here. And Cadance. A few others. But Alder. That "sorta" hurts a lot. It hurts way more than i ever EVER would have expected it to.

Is it my this life parental issues, the reminders of losing him last life, or the jarring emptiness that comes with a fragment headmate that is making me fall apart? Is this just the straw on my back? Am i just experiencing the normal weight of emotions one would experience facing this sort of thing? Or am i mentally ill? Delusional? Focused on the wrong things? Maladaptive daydreaming is in our history... particularly mine would make sense. Why couldnt sherl front earlier? Wouldnt he be better for up front?

Lol. I dont know. I feel like mentally i know the answer to all this. That its all okay. Like, that maybe Alder's going to eventually figure out his memories and feel okay and attached enough to be fully formed in this life. That we could have a real conversation outside of music, or signs, or memories. Or that weird amalgamation of energy levitating in mindspace that looks like him. Feels like half of him. Doesnt feel all the way alive. Maybe he isnt, maybe he hasn't been.

Why didn't he cure his lycanthropy? It's not his fault, i hold no resentment, and i understand in part. But it made his genetics hard to treat in the time we had. All the raging he'd done. All the work, and all the unknowing time. It passed. And so did he and i had to experience that regardless of anything before and afterwards. I had to live that.

And now, i was doing the math today. Alder said he was 33 when i came to him, and the first birthday i actually understood and celebrated with him was 35. He was 67 when he passed. Did i really only get like, 32 years with him? Only. We dont even onow what 32 feels like in this life yet. Flip the numbers. 23. Still 9 years to go. In 9 years ill be the age i was then, in that stupid hospital room with a view. Thata not exactly how he wanted to go, but better than a facility that gave us a .09% survival rate. I would have had him die up there in my distress, but he asked to be taken off high tech support so he could be on his own planet at the time it happened.

And i remember fighting about it. I didn't make it easy, and bless Alder he talked me down. A lot. And then he wasn't there to soothe me. He told me he was never sorry for dying, he didn't want to leave me wondering later in life if i should be guilty for making him feel like that.

He said thank you for being strong, so we can find each other in the afterlife. Strong energies gravitate to one another, and he said he felt stronger than ever with me. That man really loved me, he did. He showed it and he proved it and he did. Again and again, and he still does. I miss him. And I've never seen his face.

But right now, every day for the past just about week, I've been overwhelmed with memories of this person. This guy. Random guy. Could have been anyone. I remember my first revealed memory that he was a person the christmas lights in the truck! And then the next memory i got, when he met me. When he saved me. And then he saved me. And then he saved me again. Again. Again. Again.

He showed me how to be after i didnt get that chance. When i was cast out by the beings who birthed me. Not family. Never was. Just the group of strangers who used me and cast me out. Abandoned on the side of the road. He gave me the chance. Grabbed my hand firmly and gave it to me. Pushed it into my chest.

He walked me step by step by step into the light and he showed me how to feel the grass under my shoes and breathe the air. All of it literally and metaphorically. He was there. Theres pieces of him here, but such is the way of finding paradise, then watching it go away to move on for the next life, one of pain and nightmare. You have to carry these memories into places no one will bring you lessons. I have to remember him to survive. And i dont know how to do that.

[infiniterot]

will never understand my mom’s overwhelming need to pretend like everything that happened in the past has not been directly affecting everyone in this family for damn near two decades now and get angry whenever we point out to her we’re struggling because it’s still casting an obvious fucking shadow over everything, it makes me feel like a lunatic conspiracy theorist trying to show her where all the red lines converge at and then idk her lead contaminated brain just shuts off and starts screaming about always being blamed for everything. MF YOU WENT TO PRISON AND NEGLECTED ME FOR A DECADE BETWEEN ALL OF THAT !!! I SAW YOU SO LITTLE I DIDNT EVEN KNOW YOU WERE MY MOM UNTIL 6TH GRADE DO U ONOW WHAT THAT DOES TO A PERSON’S PSYCHE!!!!!! I have to be on a whole concoction of bullshit medications because of everything and you somehow expect me to function like a normal person. I had lice, I didn’t know how to bathe myself, I didn’t know how to socialize because you moved me away from people I actually knew and were otherwise helping my physically DISABLED father raise me and teach me how to do things, then decided no one could talk to me unless I spoke English. You tried to make up for your absence by buying me expensive things to spoil me and somehow expected that to fill in for the times you should have been guiding me. I didn’t know how to do so many average, everyday chores until the day I moved out because you just never bothered to pull me aside and teach me at any point. “Just focus on your fucking studies.” as if just being booksmart in this day and age will help you survive when you didn’t know how to cook until you were a grown adult. I DONT KNOW WHAT IM DOING.

[im-just-crazy-not-sad]

When I say "white culture is cheese" I fucking mean it.

Have you SEEN how many types of cheeses there are? The rituals to preparing and serving them? There's rules to HOW you eat them, whether you eat the crust or not, ect ect. Europe has an INSANELY complex history about the politics and traditions surrounding cheese, and it's sad most people don't even know that there's so much to learn about it!

It's sad that people don't know about communion cheese, or the Italian civil wars organized by cheese guilds!

Also I've never seen a collective mass of cultures so liberally throw a type of food into places I never want to see it again

Anyways, next time you see a white person eating cheese, just know that's a religious experience for them and to leave them be like a lil rat nibbling away

[hello-yue-here]

currently asking some of my moots for song recs cause i’m making a playlist for kuruk, bakoda and hakoda!! u don’t have to do if don’t want to ^_^

BUT I WANT TOO

okay so since bakoda is peak middle aged dad energy imma suggest some of my fav songs to listen to with my own middle aged dad because i think the vibe works

“youre my best friend” queen (this is such a sentimental song for me and my dad because as much as we butt heads he rlly do be my best friend and its such a sweet love song that i think brian may (queens guarist or bassist im tipsy i cant remember) wrote for his wife its so cute its so bakoda

“ho hey” the lumineers. one of my dads fav songs. i think hakoda would rlly love this song. its so sweet.

“take it easy” the eagles. its such a fun song and its so easy to jam out too. not a love song but i think its something that hakoda and bato would sing along to together on a roadtrip because its such a bop. i love this song sm and it reminds me of my pap pap who LOVED the eagles and one of my best friends since i was five cuz he loves th eagles too. hakoda and bato would air guitar to this. bato would be lead vocals cuz his voice is smooth like butter and hakoda would sing along to the instrumental and back up vocals.

this was so fun!! i love talking music and i hope you enjoy these songs as much as i do!!

[mrgirl]

gna vom

[kalopses-sonderes]

Wanted pt. 2

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&lt;previous part> <next part> …

You climbed down the tree, holding the tree for support once you get down.

“What did I do to get these people to hate me so much…” You said to yourself.

“Hm.. I hope nothing to serious.” Said a voice from the forest.

You gasped and started to panic again, vines started to wrap around you to protect you, putting sharp plants in front to stop whats scaring you.

“No need to be scared, Im Millennial tree, I look over the forest for danger. I’ve been sleep for so long only to waken by people looking for some wanted person, which im guessing is you?” Millennial tree said as he walked towards you slow enough to not seem threatening. People can be intimidated by his height, so he makes his movement not to sudden and sharp.

You nodded to his question. the vines and plants slowly retreating.

“Do you know why they’re after you?” Millennial Tree sat on a tree stump.

“no, i woke up on the ground not understanding anything about my surroundings! I was like teleported here!” You sat on a tree stump next to him.

…

You continue to talk to Millennial Tree, sharing each others stories.

“Well that is something.. Follow me..” Millennial tree seemed slightly upset, but you agreed and followed along.

Oh Pure Vanilla, starting things again. You were the reason baker was sent away and now that they’re back you want to put them through it again. I’ll keep baker safe, unlike you and your twisted, lovesick, disgusting plans for them. Millennial Tree thought.

…

“Here we are!” Millennial Tree said.

He lead you to his home deep within the thickest parts of the forest. His home was in the trees, grand stairs leading up to them.

You walked up the stairs mesmerized by the sturdiness and the neatness. You’ve built Tree houses with stairs before, but it was never this amazing! You get to the doors, Millennial Tree opens them for you. The house or should you say castle, is beautiful. Millennial Tree leads you to a seat next to his fireplace.

“Now, we shall talk about a plan to help with this, Situation.” He takes a seat a next you.

“So, theres a whole kingdom after me, and for what!?” You were stressing.

“Dont stress to much, I have everything taken care of.” Millennial Tree gets up and grabs something off a bookshelf.

“Huh?- How?”

“Dont worry about it, just worry about learning how to walk straight. I noticed you struggling.”

…

All the search partys met up back at the castle late at night.

“Anyone find anything?” Pure Vanilla Asked.

Everyone stayed silent and avoided eye contact with Pure Vanilla.

“hm.. We must find them soon, if the Dark Enchantress gets to them first our chances to keep peace are slim.. Remember what happened last time..” Pure Vanilla seemed upset.

Everyone nodded and left, they are not supposed to mention what happened before.

As everyone left, Pure Vanilla went off to his room. He walked to his huge bookshelf and pulled a certain book. The bookshelf opened, Pure Vanilla walked in.

…

You woke up in one of Millennial Trees guest room, the closest one to his personal room.

You heard talking in his room, you put your face against the wall and listen in.

.

“What will we do if Pure Vanilla finds out you have Baker?..”

.

You have many questions running through your mind because of that one question. Who’s voice was that because it wasnt millennial tree? who’s Pure Vanilla? Why are they calling me baker.

You decided to get out of the bed, you think you didn’t hear them right. Millennial Tree onows your not ’Baker’, right?

They must’ve heard you get out of bed because Millennial Tree opened your door with a tray of breakfast.

“Morning dear, how’d you sleep?”

I probably heard him wrong earlier, you thought.

“Um, I slept fine. How about you?”

…

You and Millennial Tree were outside, you resting in a hammock, him reading some book while sitting on the blanket laid across the floor where you both just had a picnic. The peace was interrupted by some green cookie.

“Sir, I must talk to you- Privately..”

“hm” Millennial Tree gets up to talk with him.

You think nothing of it, Millennial Tree told you about a few people that help him with the forest. So you think its something about a plant or animal.

Oh but you were wrong, so wrong.

Millennial Tree comes back, clearly stressed. He walks over to you and picks you up bridal style.

“H-Huh! Where are we going!?”

He didn’t answer you, just started to walk towards a dark area of the forest. You tried to get out of his grasp but just couldnt.

“Come on, I want an explanation. Thats the least you could do.”

He starts to slow down to a normal walk.

“You are being followed, chased, Wanted.” He goes to a stop. “My home is very hard to find.. But an old friend, hes after you.. He knows where my home is but I never showed him where this other place is.” He starts to walk again.

…

“Shouldn’t the posters help Baker find their way home?” Pure Vanilla said.

Him and Eclair were walking down the garden.

“They shouldve, but im not the one you created the posters- Oh! Speak of the devil, theres poster right there!” Eclair picked up the poster. “Oh great heavens..”

“Hm? Whats so wrong with it?-”

The poster was intimidating. ‘Wanted’ was in bold red and so was the bounty.

“Bounty!? Why would there be a bounty on Baker?! They are not a criminal!” Pure Vanilla hit his staff on the ground. “Now tell me, who made these?..” Pure Vanilla looked Eclair in the eyes.

“Im not sure sir, I heard they go by MTWA.”

“hm..” Pure Vanilla then walks off.

…

You and Millennial Tree make it to the place, He still wont tell you what it is. You’re still in his arms, even when he walked in the building.

“Um. You can put me down now.” You tried to squirm out of his arms but his grip on you got tighter.

He went up the stairs in to a luxurious room. He placed you on the bed and then walked to the closet and got you something to sleep in. He placed the clothes on the bed then walked out.

After you got finished changing, you walked to the door to ask Millennial Tree more about this place and his friend. When you pulled on the door it didn’t open, you pushed on the door and it didnt open. You were locked in. You started banging on the door.

“Millennial Tree! Hello! Are you there?!” You yelled.

You backed away from the door to catch your breath after yelling a bit more. You went to the window, it was also locked.

“Dear, are you alright?” Millennial Tree opened the door.

“Why would I? You locked me in a room in a place I dont know!” You got closer to Millennial Tree.

“I know the situation is.. discomforting, but trust me, your safety is my number one priority. I suggest you get some sleep.”

As quickly as you got mad a Millennial Tree, You were just as shocked and your heart dropped when you noticed someone behind him with something pointed at his head. The green cookie is in ropes and he is held by his arm.

to be continued..

[jung-koook]

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anyway let's change topics cause i ONOW you don't want to talk about it and neither do i.

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