#Cries I'm going to go back to my silly videos now

[laur-rants]

It's 4am and I just woke up from a scary looping dream about how a cyborg race takes us over and decides we all need to die, but instead of just watching silly comfort videos to put me to sleep I instead chose to read about the insanity that is barnacles which of course led me to parasitic barnacles and of course that led me to learning about the crab hacker barnacle and how it's just a collection of tendrils inside of a crab body with a reproduction organ on the outside and the males are just a collection of sperm creation cells in the sac and what freaks me out is that this thing is basically a crustacean that's turned itself into a horrifying fungus and I feel like this is forbidden knowledge and that my life is forever changed for having learned or knowing it.

Anyway my attempts at going back to sleep are going great and I am not at all learning of what probably inspires Yames to make his video games and haha also barnacle geese are called that because idiots in the old UK thought they were born from the goose barnacle (no relation).

What even are barnacles????? We just don't know.

#Barnacles #About me #laur is a weenie #Seriously this shit is wild #Yames level body horror shit #People think cordyceps is scary? #Try the fact that males of this species are literally just #Sperm creation cells #The most simplified and derived males of any animal #Also they cause crab sex change #I couldn't make this shit up if i tried #Cries I'm going to go back to my silly videos now #But my brain chemistry is forever changed #I now know why darwin hates barnacles #Pls send help #This is not a perk of being a marine biologist

[modmad]

Hey Mod, I don't know what's going on that hurt you, I feel like I missed something that's happened, but I can tell from what I did see that it didn't just hurt you, but scared you and made you feel a Lot of doubt. I've also seen a lot of messages pouring in with support, and I want to share mine.

I have hypermobile type EDS, fibromyalgia, and a whole bucket's worth of faulty wiring in my brain. And I've always had stories to tell but I never felt I was good enough to share them. If it's because I can't focus enough to get through nanowrimo, or because I can't manage the focus and time towards drawing as a hobby, or the fact that an excessive amount of either for me leads to my hands wanting to shut down. But you? You *inspire* me. Your stories, all the ones I've seen, read, experienced in some way or another, they're so good. And you're open and honest with your fans about your own health, and of course, we support you and always would rather you rest and feel as best you can, instead of pushing out something and working yourself too hard. But all of this is to say that. I think I would have given up on my own stories if I hadn't found you and yours.

I hope whatever is going on sorts itself out, I hope you're able to keep telling your stories. At your own pace, in your own way. I think you deserve to be happy. If there's anything we (your fans, especially those of us too awkward to come off anon, whoops,) can do, to help in some way? Even if it's silly videos or cute cat pictures or whatever it is that could just help you smile. We're here. We love you.

woof. I woke up to so many messages I can't even read them all in one go I'm getting too emotional- I do feel I owe an explanation so I'll explain what happened under the cut but all you guys need to know is I'm okay, I got through it, I love you, and you're so important to me and I'm so grateful for all the messages that have asked me to stay.

tw for suicidal thoughts and all that

yeah so I have the bad morning of all mornings: was introduced to the fact there's this one character (Mr Puzzles) on a very popular youtube that. resembles RGB. incredibly strongly. like. I don't want to link to it just look if you want to. Anyway at the time I thought it had just dropped (seems to have been around for 6 months actually), and having commented on it I immediately got an inbox full of hate mail.

My website, meanwhile, had locked both me and my web designer out of it, and- already in a bad state of mind- I went into full on panic/paranoid spiral of 'they have hacked it, and they are going to delete any proof that I was here before them.' This of course wasn't true, and we have since recalimed control of the site (don't know what happened there but hey. it's fine???? haha. ha.)

On top of this my father has terminal cancer of the pancreas, which is horrible for everyone already but it means that- at some point this year- I am going to be the only person with an active income in my house. I am disabled, do not make a lot of money, and the cost of living is skyrocketing. Combine that with months of Despair at the world right now, with the multiple wars, genocide, corruption and AI and the loss of control any of us have over our IP or lives and I just decided it was time to end it all.

I somehow remembered this was a bad idea to act on immediately (hard during a period of entirely irrational thought) and instead went for a very long walk, crossed the bridge I could have jumped off and during that I came out of the worst of it. I then came back home to so much love online I felt deeply ashamed for ever contemplating it, and I cried a lot. My nose is still puffy and now my feet hurt! lmao

Anyway. Yeah. There's your context. I am not going to stop hoping, making, or living. I am prone to moments of weakness and this was one of the worst of them and I am still here, thanks in a large part to all of you. I might need you in the future to defend me against this, or people who take our ideas, but I hope you know that I will do the same for you. We need each other, and to be there for you I need to be here at all.

also fuck Mr Puzzles

#context for mod's little (massive) mental breakdown yesterday #you don't need to read it but I felt folks are due an explanation #tw suicide #ask to tag #mental health is wow!!!! a thing

[sehodreams]

thoughts on dark rich riize buying reader in a human trafficking black market. the reader legally belongs to the buyer.

Damn I like the concept, these are the ones who came to my mind (sorry for the others I couldn't imagine)

Lol not me searching "how do a black market look like? for writing purposes not for illegal purchases" to understand how it worked HAHAHAAHAAHAHA

TW and tags: smut, oral sex (m receiving), dubcon, noncon, slapping, overstimulation, hints of sadism, dom!riize, I can't remember how all the nasty stuff here is called so if someone told me I'd be grateful 🤣

Eunseok

He'd be warm, like, you felt scared to be there, but he'd always talk to you softly, telling you how much he enjoyed your company, your presence, and how beautiful you looked with his gifts.

He'd buy you everything that reminded him of you, his little doll.

He'd be just so nice, soft touches and multiple kisses in day light, but when the night came, you were scared of who would you with that night, would it be your soft owner? Or the other guy? The guy who slapped your face and left hand marks on your neck, or that would sometimes go crazy and let candles drip over your back when he fucked you from behind.

You could never predict what would happen, and he would always repeat the same thing "my doll", because he had to make sure you understood that, you just were his pretty, warm and soft doll.

Wonbin

Wonbin always looked so sweet, he gave the prettiest smiles when he was on those video conferences for work, and you saw him being so kind to others, so why couldn't he be that nice to you?

You'd watch him from your cage, always in front of him, to be comforted with your presence and on his watch to know your every move. You had tried to escape three times, and those were already too many times for him to ever trust you again, so your punishment was to always be behind those bars the time he decided.

He'd let you roam around mostly at night, when he felt like having you even closer, his chest on your back while playing with your little bud, fucking you over the same table you had dinner, or making you suck him after you had your daily bath.

Now, he was pushing the vibrator to your dripping cunt, making you cum until you cried and made a mess over his expensive couch after you told him you wanted to leave after he asked you what would you like for your first month anniversary there.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" you'd repeat, crying of overstimulation after your third orgasm.

"I don't think you're sorry enough" he'd smile, whispering to your ear, to then leave pecks over all over your neck. "You need to learn that you're not a guest here, you're my property, so you better get used to your new life"

Anton

You had no family and no friends, so you were the perfect target for the people that took you from your little apartment in the middle of the night, no one asked for you, your coworkers quickly forgot about your existence and then you just... Disappeared. So, when he bought you, you didn't put much fight, tired of your old life, maybe that would be the best, you thought.

There, with him, at least you had a much nicer home, a hot meal every day and what you always wanted, a person to depend on. So, what if he made you wear a collar with his name all the time? And what if you had to wait for him to feed you because if not he'd get angry? You didn't want to make him angry, you wanted to always see that pretty smile telling you how good you were, "such a good girl" he'd say every time you let him take off the little clothes he let you wear, putting his dick inside you when you watched his favorite programs, or when he was playing those silly games that made him insanely rich.

And sometimes he was more than nice, like when he took you shopping in the middle of the night to those stores you couldn't afford in your old life with your disgusting minimum wage, buying you all the food and clothes you'd ever want and need.

And what if those nights he made you walk with a leash? You'd do it all again if you could always be with him.

Shotaro

He was so nice most of the time, buying you expensive dinners, letting you cuddle beside him, making sure you had everything you'd ever need, you ended appreciating him.

It was hard at first, to get used to that lifestyle, not being able to leave the apartment, to lose all contact with your family and friends, even to endure his touches, but you had to get used to it, he was clear when you arrived, the only thing he expected from you was to look pretty, not talk and welcome him with open legs every time he needed.

When you refused at first you had it bad, he'd starve you, talk to you coldly and take you with force, but when you learned how to be the little angel he needed, everything got better, his hands wouldn't furiously touch you anymore, instead he'd caress you with them, touching the little place that got addicted to his attentions, and who needed to talk? now all you needed inside your mouth was his cock when he came after a long day of work, to thank him for everything he did for you

#riize x plus size reader #riize x reader #dark!riize #riize smut #eunseok x reader #anton x reader #wonbin x reader #shotaro x reader

[familyvideostevie]

match made in heaven

steve loves to celebrate the little things with you, even if it's just new shoes | 1.2k, fluff, fem!reader, this is so silly but so is steve, appearances from most of the crew! <3

"I'll see you later this week, okay?" Nancy calls as you get out of her car. "Tell everyone I say hello."

"Thanks for the day, Nance." She waves at you and pulls out of the mostly deserted Family Video parking lot -- you spot three bikes, a skateboard strapped to one with bungee chords. The sun has just set, what was a hot Indiana day cooling to a sweet summer night. You're feeling light and happy after a fun day out with your friend, and the evening promises to be more of the same. You get to go home with Steve. The thought, though routine by now, still makes you giddy.

You hitch your bag over your shoulder and open the door to Family Video and familiar bickering of your favorite teenagers fills the air. Max and Mike seem to be arguing over which Halloween movie they should get in one corner of the store, while Dustin and Lucas are throwing Milk Duds into each other's mouths over the romantic comedy stacks. They glance your way and let out a chorus of "hellos" before returning to their activities.

"Oh, thank god," says Robin from the front desk. "A responsible person."

"Hi, Robin," you laugh. "How long have they been here?"

"Half an hour! I think. Feels like years though." She looks a little frazzled but happy to see you. "Hey, don't drop any of those! Keith will make Steve hunt any mice we get," she yells at Dustin. You wince a little at her volume. "Sorry," she says. "How was your day with Nancy?"

"She says hi," you reply, swinging your bag onto the counter before leaning back to survey the store.

"Hi back," Robin interrupts, picking at her cuticles. "Why didn't she come in?"

"Had to get home to call Jonathan." Robin hums in acknowledgment. "Anyway," you continue, "the trip was good. We went to the mall up north and I actually got something I'm really excited abou--"

"Is that my girl?" calls Steve. He's emerged from the back room, and you turn towards his voice, finding his eyes bright and searching for you.

"Hi, Steve," you laugh. Robin rolls her eyes but is smiling. Your boyfriend's happiness seems to be infectious.

"Oh, now you come out to help," she says. "He's been talking about you all day, wondering what you and Nancy were up to." He shrugs at her teasing and jogs the last few steps around the counter to give you a smacking kiss, fingers curling into your belt loops to tug you closer.

"Hi, baby," he says quietly.

"Hi, yourself." You hear a gagging sound and turn around to see Mike pantomiming being sick, Max with her hands on her hips next to him, eyebrows raised at his antics. "Like you and El don't do the same thing," she reminds him.

"What're you guys doing here?" you ask. Usually they'd be soaking in the fading sunlight and making mischief somewhere. "Are El and Will already in town?"

"They come this weekend, so we're stocking up," says Dustin. He and Lucas have wandered over now that Steve's arrived, but the Milk Duds have mysteriously disappeared.

Lucas zeroes in on you. "Hey, I like your --"

"New shoes?!" Steve cries. You flush a little, pleased with yourself for changing into them, your sandals in your bag. That was the purpose of today's outing with Nancy after all, to finally get the new sneakers you'd been saving up for. You'd told Steve about them weeks ago but are happy he's noticed. He grabs your hands and encourages you to show them off a little, flicking your heel back and forth on the carpet. Robin whistles and Dustin even claps.

"These are the ones you saved up for, right?" Steve says, eyes twinkling. You nod. "We kinda match, babe." He puts his own shoe next to yours, the red swoosh lining up with the light blue swoosh on yours, though yours are much brighter, shiny with newness. "Do you like them?"

"Of course she likes them, Steve," says Dustin, exasperated. "She bought them, didn't she? I bet they weren't cheap, either." Steve shoots Dustin a glare but you laugh.

"I knew we'd kind of match, but it's just because we have good taste. Plus, mine are cooler." Yours are white, like Steve's, but they've got blue and green coloring on the heels as well as the light blue swoosh logo. Robin snickers and hops onto the counter, swinging around so her legs are dangling next to you.

"I have to get you to buy boots next so we can match." She kicks her black lace-ups with glee.

"Any more pairs of shoes and they'll take over our bedroom," Steve grumbles, but he's smiling. You're kind of surprised at how excited he is. They're just shoes, after all, but Steve has always been like this. Ready to support you, to encourage you, to love you. About everything from moving in together to buying new shoes. It's a nice feeling, a warm one, to see him full of joy after he's seen so much darkness.

"Can you skate in those?" Max asks, pulling you out of your thoughts. You realize you've been staring at Steve, and he's smirking at you.

"Next time we practice, I'll wear them to test them out," you say, ignoring the blush you feel on your face. She nods at you, pleased. Her approval sparks a flurry of comments from the boys, and all the attention has you curling into Steve's chest.

"Alright, children," shouts Steve, "check out your shit so we can go home."

"You just want to go be gross, or whatever," says Mike, but he obeys and brings the movie he's holding -- Halloween II, looks like -- to the counter. Robin hops down to check him out.

"That's exactly what I want to do," says Steve, brown eyes back on you. He winks. He corrals the teens out in a chorus of goodbyes and promises to stick together as they bike home before flipping the sign to CLOSED. When Robin ducks in the back to grab her stuff before Steve drives her home, he pulls you in for a hug, chin resting against your temple.. You wrap your arms around his him, taking a deep breath. He smells like...Steve. Like everything good in the world.

"I really do love your sneakers," he says, quietly, swaying you a little bit. "Proud of you for saving up and going for it. Don't know if they're cooler than mine thought."

"They're just sneakers, Steve," you chide. "It's kinda weird to be so excited about them."

"I'm excited about you," he corrects, pulling back from your hug to look at you. "I'm always excited about you. And for you." You scrunch your nose at his sweetness and he gives it a kiss.

"I guess it's just the small things," you wonder out loud. "The small things that are really the best things. When you're in love." He nods, agreeing with you. After so many big things, his favorite moments are ones just like this, with you. His hand comes up to tuck your hair behind your ear and you sneak a kiss onto his palm.

"I love you," he says, "small things, big things, all things."

"Jesus, you guys are so sweet I need to go to the dentist," groans Robin, flicking the store lights off for good measure. "Can we go now?"

Steve blows a raspberry at her. "Yeah," you laugh, "Let's go home."

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[thefrontofmymind]

That's Where You Loved Me II (Joseph Quinn x gn!Reader)

a/n: so i did write a part 2, and i'm going to write a part 3 now as well. as always, any feedback it greatly appreciated! kisses!

SYNOPSIS: Reader and Joe decide to meet for a drink, after all, they're both not clearly still in love with each other, right?

WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, some yelling and arguing but nothing violent!

In just over a month, you’d managed to regain a somewhat well adjusted life after the rollercoaster that was your breakup with Joe. After moving out and staying with a friend for a while, you’d carried on and found yourself a new place. And it was better, closer to your work, in a bit of a nicer area, and you finally felt like you had some independence by yourself–you were stronger for it.

That’s not to say you didn’t still think of Joe from time to time–it was frankly impossible not to. He was the next biggest thing in pop culture and it seemed he appeared every way you turned, you could barely have a conversation with a coworker without them bringing up the fact that they’d binge watched the new season of Stranger Things over the weekend and ‘that new guy, Eddie, he’s really good, I almost cried when he died!’, and you’d abandoned wasting time scrolling through social media altogether–it just wasn’t as fun with every second video talking about ‘the English newcomer on the scene’ and speculation about his personal life. 

It was a precarious position you were in–it felt like a secret, that you were still hung up on a guy who apparently half the world deemed the new hottest thing. Occasionally you felt sorry for yourself, after a few glasses of wine you often thought about sending him a text saying you missed him, you should go for a coffee some time–even when it seemed like a bad idea, there was nothing your heart wanted more than to lay your eyes on him again, just to see if was the same between you. Though who didn’t think that when they were still in love with their ex-boyfriend?

It was late on Friday night–you weren’t exactly sure of the time as you were tucked up in bed about to go to sleep, still thinking of your new life in your new apartment and how much you’d changed in such a short time.

You weren’t sure if it was arrogance or cockiness, but somehow, without processing it, you’d typed a message to send to Joe, who’s contact was still in your phone–a mistake, you knew.

‘Hi Joe! Not sure if you still have my number saved or not but I finally finished your new show and was wondering if you wanted to catch up and get a drink? There’s that place in Soho we went to for your birthday that you loved that had those really strong martinis? x’

You kicked yourself as your brain went on autopilot and sent the message–what kind of person does that? Send a text like that to their ex after only two months of being broken up? And the kiss at the end? Stupid! You hurriedly closed your phone and placed it on your bedside table, mortified, when it chimed back at you twice.

‘I’ll call you in the morning’

‘x’

You barely slept a wink that night, how could you? You felt a little silly waiting like a sitting duck for Joseph’s call. You’d even checked your mobile plan to make sure he could call, and nothing would go wrong on your end. 

In all honesty, you didn’t have high hopes when it came to what Joe was going to say to you, but something about the excitement, the anticipation, the suspense of what could be.

There was a pang in your chest as you thought about the last time you were in this position, not too long ago. When you and Joe first met, he was only just beginning to make a name for himself–he’d been in a few projects and was a standout in almost every single one, but he wanted more. It inspired you to see him so passionate about his job, and it was exciting being able to attend all these fancy parties as his plus one–where you’d end up making a fool of yourself in front of some hotshot producer but it didn’t matter because Joe would just laugh when you’d tell him before pulling you into the nearest closet for some privacy.

The sound of your phone ringing jolted you back into reality. With palms sweaty and breathing uneven, you answered the phone after a couple rings.

“Hello?” You could hear wind blowing the microphone on the other end of the line–Joe was probably outside for his morning smoke, you thought. “You there?”

“Yep,” was all he said at first. “How are you going?”

You let out a sigh before you spoke–it all felt somewhat trivial, small talk and all. “I’m doing okay, sad about Eddie.”

Joe chuckled under his breath. “Yeah, ‘m a bit sad about that one too…”

You didn’t know what it was about Joe, but somehow the silence between the two of you never felt gauche–the pair of you would settle in the quiet like it was your natural state, and you could sit for hours together not saying a word but being right on the same page.

“Are you free tonight?” Joe said after a second of contemplation. “We could go to Duke’s, like you said. Have a chat?”

You tried to fight the smile on your face. You knew it wasn’t wise to see Joe–it hurt when you broke up. It felt like your world had been torn to shreds, your comfort was gone, you couldn’t function thinking Joe hated you.

“I just don’t understand what you mean!” Joe yelled, following you as you packed up your things in a rush. “When did I say I don’t want to spend any time with you?!”

You were emotional, and probably not thinking straight, but watching Joe stumble into your apartment well past midnight once again, still tipsy from whatever get-together a costar of his had held that night, pushed you over the edge. “You didn’t! But for an actor you’re not good at hiding your feelings! When was the last time we went out somewhere together? Christmas? Six months ago?” You rambled, putting a final handful of clothes in the overnight bag you were dragging around. 

“Is that really what this is about? I’m ‘neglecting’ you? Well unfortunately some of us are trying to work hard in a career that isn’t very welcoming, so I’m sorry if I seem to be putting in some hard work I can be proud of!” Joe’s voice was dripping with sarcasm, and he slurred a little, still.

“I’m staying with a girl from work for a couple days, until you decide to grow up and take this relationship seriously.” And with that you walked out of the apartment, slamming the front door louder than you probably should have at that time of night.

Soon enough, neither of you felt the urge to call and apologise, a few days away turned into weeks, and before you knew it, you were telling your distant relatives that ‘no, you weren’t seeing anyone’ when they asked at family parties. It happened without you even realising it.

“Meet me at eight out the front, and wear that blue blazer you wore to the Catherine the Great premiere, remember?” you said. You always thought he looked good in blue.

“Yes, drill sergeant!” he joked, before you both said goodbye and hung up on the quick conversation.

You didn’t want to jinx anything, but it felt good to call Joe again, and you’d most certainly hoped the feeling would persist as you saw him standing out the front of the upscale bar, scrolling on his phone with a half-smoked cigarette in his hand–he wore the blazer.

He looked better than the last time you’d seen him, whatever he was doing was agreeing with him, whether it be the travel or the success. His face looked a little rounder than the month prior, and his hair was starting to grow a touch longer than you knew he liked it, though you always preferred when he let his curls start to get unruly, and his favourite pair of sunglasses were perched atop his head–why? You weren’t sure since he was squinting, trying to fight the bright rays from the sunset.

“How are you?” he said, slipping his phone into his pants pocket and pulling you in for a brief hug, where you couldn’t help but inhale the scent of the aftershave you’d bought him for Christmas the year before. And if your eyes didn’t deceive you, he took his time looking you up and down with a glazed-over look you’d seen before, a look mostly reserved for when the pair of you would go out somewhere and the night would quickly become a race to see who could get the other riled up first–you missed his playfulness, as well as his hand on the small of your back as he led you into the establishment and onto a stool at the bar.

You both ordered, going over pleasantries–him asking how your work was going, you asking if his family was well. It wasn’t until your drinks arrived that you’d finally moved onto his work. 

“It was truly amazing, Joe, seriously.” You tried your hardest to look into Joe’s eyes as you were being sincere, though he was making it difficult by looking only to the ground to hide the blush growing up his neck. “Even better than what you told me about it! Eddie is a cultural icon now!”

“You’re too kind, love,” he said, taking a sip and swallowing before continuing. “Was that all you wanted to really talk about? My work?”

It was now time for the inevitable, you thought. Admittedly, you still weren’t one hundred percent sure why you did text Joe to begin with–perhaps a wicked cocktail of self pity, loneliness, and introverted behaviour wanted you to reconnect with seemingly one of the only people in your life who truly understood you, at least for a while.

All your memories together were constantly swirling in your head, the good and bad, and maybe you thought seeing him in a low-pressure environment would remedy that. Because the more and more you mulled it over, you just wanted Joe back in your life, you were tired of missing his voice and his smile, not to mention his cooking.

You hesitated on answering for a moment. “Partially.” You declared. “Wanted to see you as well…missed talking to you.”

It pervaded you as to what omnipresent force made you immediately spill your guts to Joe, but that was the way it always went–you couldn’t think of one gift you’d given him that he didn’t manage to get you to spoil for him during the week leading up to whatever occasion called for it, and any and every piece of gossip you knew–regardless of whether he knew the subject or not–was common knowledge shared between the two of you. It periodically made you feel contemptible, though you figured since Joe was part of you in a sense, it didn’t matter anyway.

You knew you should’ve been wary, you felt so desperate and clingy–part of the reason you broke up was those very qualities, why did you have to bring it all back up again? You cursed yourself in your head.

“It’s been weird not seeing you,” Joe admitted. “Feel like I’ve got FOMO or something…”

He could always find a way to make you chuckle. Soon enough, the conversation began flowing smoothly–almost like you were old friends catching up, which in a way, you supposed you were. Sooner or later, you’d both finished your martinis and were begging the bartender in the nicely pressed, white jacket to make you another round, which he refused, stating bar policy was only one martini per patron because they were so strong.

You were sceptical on the apparent five shots of alcohol in the drink–it had barely gone to your head, at least until you remembered the bottle of vodka sitting in your freezer.

“D’you wanna just go back to mine? ‘ve got all that bartending stuff, still so we can just make our own drinks?” you were quite certain your voice was even and steady, and that it was just Joe who was beginning to sway in his seat, though something told you in the back of your mind as you subconsciously placed a hand on his, the buzz was just starting to reach you.

Joe intertwined his fingers with yours and jumped up from his seat. “To yours it is.”

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn drabble #joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn fanfiction

[dootznbootz]

I went on tiktok to just watch some silly Odysseus videos but then I mostly saw people going like "Yeah, maybe Odysseus cried on Calypso' island every day but honestly he had that coming after what he did Achilles and Patroclous/Circe!!!" and "Everything that happens in Odyssey is deserved cuz he took Patrochilles to war!!!" and "I feel so bad for Circe and Calypso and Penelope, they deserved better!!!"

For fucks sake I beg you, read anything different from Millers bs and like educate yourself- And please stop goddamn saying that rape victim. deserved it.

Circe probably didn't give a flying fuck, Calypso is a rapist and abuser and Penelope deserved everything she wanted and SHE WANTED ODYSSEUS

I think I've had enough internet for today, imma go wash my eyes with bleach. Anyways sorry for ranting here, i hope you don't mind it lmao

It's alright. I absolutely understand the vents about the whole thing. :'D No one deserves to be a victim of such a thing no matter WHAT they've done. I hope your eyes are okay after the bleach

Like Odysseus does so many fucked up things but Calypso and Circe? He is the victim. Period. It's very clear that Odysseus is in extreme distress on Ogygia. And Circe wasn't some sort of FwB situation. There's fear and numbness in the language he uses when talking about it. There's so much victim blaming and it SUCKS.

While back then it probably wouldn't be considered SA but now? It clearly is.

Even then, Odysseus' journey was kind of about "temptation" or just straight up "Die or get out of my sea." From Poseidon. "I don't want you in my waters so I'm gonna try and give you things that will keep you on land or just kill you."

Immortal goddesses wanting you would be many people's dream come true but not for Odysseus. And I think that's the point. His determination, how he clawed his way back into the arms he never wanted to leave in the first place, is incredible. Many people would've given up and just started a new life but he never would because no life he could ever create would compare to the life he had before. Even if it's different, it's what he's always wanted.

He literally tells Calypso "I'm not stopping until I'm home. I don't care if I suffer more until I do. I'm going home."

“Mighty goddess, do not be angry with me over this. I myself know very well Penelope, although intelligent, is not your match                                          to look at, not in stature or in beauty. But she’s a human being and you’re a god. You’ll never die or age. But still I wish, every moment to get back to my home,                                                       to see the day of my return. And so, even if out there on the wine-dark sea some god breaks me apart, I will go on— the heart here in my chest is quite prepared to bear affliction. I’ve already had so many troubles, and I’ve worked so hard                                  through waves and warfare. Let what’s yet to come be added in with those.”

(Book 5, Johnston)

Circe's a goddess and what happened is nothing like Dionysus and Ariadne and Apollo and Hyacinthus for example. Circe never gave Odysseus a crown of stars and he would never go out of his way to kill 120 people for bothering her. They did not love each other and he can't refuse as she's a goddess.

If you interpret them sleeping together the entire year,(It's only explicitly said that they had sex once so that's what I go with personally.) that doesn't mean he was happy with it! Even then, the whole situation is not what a healthy FwB should look like! I'm asexual and even I know that no one in a FwB situation should have to BEG in any way that basically says "Please let me go or kill me" with supplication!!! The fact that he leaves so quickly he forgets one of his men? The fact that during Elpenor's funeral, he doesn't greet Circe himself? He was avoiding her. Wouldn't he want to get "one last night together" during Book 12 if they were fwb? 🙄

It's bonkers to me that people hate him for being a "cheater" when A.) having multiple lovers wasn't uncommon in Ancient Greece, and B.) the two people he is explicitly said to have "cheated" with, weren't his choice. He wasn't actively searching for pretty women either!!!

As mentioned, while it was common for men to have many lovers, Odysseus never had any listed unlike some of the other men. (not bashing any of them. I'm just making a point in comparison.) He also has no other children besides Telemachus in Homer's works. There's no evidence of him having other lovers other than speculation. (funny enough, I once read somewhere that the reason why Odysseus is so mean is because he doesn't "bond" enough with the other soldiers. 😂)

Does that mean he didn't have other lovers? Technically, Nope! It's just never explicitly stated either way. He has slaves but none were ever said to be concubines or that he sleeps with them. He has deep bonds with his fellow soldiers but that doesn't mean he sleeps with them. That doesn't mean people can't write or talk about him doing so even though it's not mentioned! Just like it also means that someone can write him not doing so as there's nothing that says it either way in Homer's Works! :D

It's fucked up when people say "He didn't try to leave Calypso enough" or something of the like. It just tells you how A.) they didn't read the Odyssey or have piss on the poor reading comprehension or B.) ...you should probably stay away from that person...

With Circe though??? I can understand the confusion but digging deeper and looking at the text, he wasn't having a good time. Or at the very least was walking on Eggshells the whole time. I hate bringing up that essay over and over again but like...I literally wrote everything there.

I also don't like how people take Circe's morally gray-ness away from her. Let her do something fucked up to be fucked up!!! Let her traumatize Odysseus!

Idk, I kind of hate that I'm "known" for this but I relate to this idiot asshole a lot and it means a lot to me that his story, despite what happens to him, has a happy ending :'D

#Thank goodness I don't have tiktok >:) #I wish there was a way to like. have anonymous posts? because I made that PTSD post to show how him refusing to be bathed #by Nausica's maids and him choking Euryclea and was giving reference to make a point but I wish I wasn't like. Known for this??? #but like... I HAVE something to say. Having specific knowledge of some things just...really makes it clear in what happened that I don't #think others have considered. #And I was afraid if I was “vague” then people would say “You're just saying that to get sympathy points” and I didn't want to deal with #that :'D plus like in his outbursts I saw myself you know? #I just kept thinking “oh shit. I KNOW what you're doing because I did it too aAAAAAHHHHHHHHh” #I relate to Helen too but in a way. The Odyssey shows her “HEALED” (which fuck yeah!!! YESSS!!!😭) it doesn't show the #PTSD in the same way as she's had many years to recover. Watching it happen in “real time” for Odysseus was...really nice. #i said it before but the Odyssey feels REAL compared to the “girlboss queen slay” shit. Him tryiing to force himself into normalcy #only to act out is...yeah. #save me morally gray circe #ask #anon #Mad rambles #tw sa #tw ptsd #tw sex assault #anti madeline miller #anti circe #essay

[celestialking]

OMG DOM MALE READER FUCKING CC!KARL IN HIS SILLY TWITCH CON HOTEL plz I need a fic like this begging

A tiny blurb for you :> Also i know you requested this a while ago during twitchcon, just know I don't accept dom!reader requests other than December or unless stated otherwise, so please make sure you read my request rules before requesting ♡

Warnings: amab, spit, tiny bit of dumbification, video recording, slight tummy bulge,

Karl was positively a ruined mess beneath you. His throat and shoulders covering in hickeys, a few scattered across his hips and thighs, his lips pink and swollen kissing you. His darkened eyes stared up at you with nothing more than the need for pleasure.

"Can't put any of this in your vlog can you? What're you gonna say when fans ask how we met?" You teased the male beneath you.

Your hand pressed down on his lower stomach lightly, directly over the bulge you were creating.

"Karl," you cooed, slowly thrusting in. "You still with me baby? Or am I fucking you so good you're already gone?"

It was a valid question. The brunette had his eyes rolling back as you pointed out the small bump your cock would make with every thrust. Now with your hand pressing down lightly he thought he might pass out.

Karl nodded at you dazed. "Yeah? You're still with me? Or I'm fucking you dumb?" You chuckled.

Grasping your phone from the side table you began recording the way Karl took your dick. In all honesty it was a bit hard for you to keep it together with the way his warmth tightly squeezed you. You let the video go a few more moments letting it capture the way his hole sucked you back in before tossing that off to the side.

Once your hands moved to his sides, Karl knew it was only a matter of seconds before you sped up; and so you did. Karl cried out your name as your pace increased, every pleasurable babble you could think of fell from his lips.

"Keep crying my name pretty boy," you panted. "I like the way you moan it,"

You felt a sharp grin overtake your lips as your cock suddenly brushed up against his prostate.

Karl yelped a moan, throwing a hand over his mouth.

"Oh Karl, you might wanna be quiet baby," you leaned down closer to his ear. "The walls here are a bit...thin,"

Your pace never faltered continuing to slam against that spot that made your fuzzy gamer boy go dumb.

Karl's cheeks had become pink as tears of pleasure built up, threatening to overflow.

"I still want to hear those you know,"

You released his hips moving up to interlock hands. You pinned his against the mattress with your own, shifting them into one hand.

Your hips faltered, moving to fuck Karl deeper instead of faster. He shuddered with every roll of your hips. You grasped his chin.

"Open,"

He did as you asked, whining as you spit into his mouth. "Good boy,"

Karl's eyes darkened as he swallowed, every one of his senses had been completely and utterly consumed by you.

"Now let's see how long it is before we get a noise complaint, shall we angel?"

#mcyt smut #celestial:karl #celestial:scribbles #celestial:whispers #celestial:dom #mcyt x reader smut #karl jacobs x reader smut #karl jacobs smut

[littlesubbyflower]

Smoochy Kiss - E.M.

Modern AU Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary : You show Eddie a cute TikTok and he’s more than willing to recreate it with you

820 Words

Warnings - None? This is tooth rotting fluff. (if there are any warnings that you think should be added, please PM me and I will add them!!)

Author’s Note : I came up with this blurb out of spite over a legitimate TikTok that my boyfriend refuses to make with me even though I cried over it lmao. My fictional boyfriend Eddie would NEVER deny the simple pleasures of recreating TikToks. 

Thank you @myobmaya for always reading my ideas and helping me bring them to life! I am forever grateful and I love you always for it! 💖

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The video started off simple, just a girl applying lipstick, smudging it a bit, and then her boyfriend’s hand comes into view and the camera pans to the left to bring him into view and he has kiss marks all over his face and he grins like an idiot. 

‘This is so cute, what the fuck?’ you think to yourself. 

“Hey Eddie!!” You call out, hoping he’d hear you from your spot on the couch. 

“Yes, sweetheart?” Eddie says, walking into the living room. 

“So, uh, I saw this video… and..” you look up at him while he’s now standing in front of you “Actually, never mind. It’s stupid, and you probably won’t want to. Sorry to interrupt whatever you were doing in the bedroom.” 

“No, no. Let me see it, baby.” He sits next to you and waits for you to show him the Tiktok you were previously watching. You unlock your phone and show him the video, and he gently takes your phone and watches the video three more times before he hands you your phone and bolts out of the room without a word. 

Moments later, he reappears with several different shades of your lipstick. 

“Do it. Let’s do it, please.” He shoves the lipsticks into your hands. 

“Really? You’d want to do this with me?” You ask, shyly. 

“Of course! If it’s something that will make you smile, I’ll do it.” He says seriously, kneeling in front of you. “Now get to smoochy-kissing, baby, those kiss marks aren’t going to appear themselves!” 

You laugh and pick up a pinkish shade, you apply it and kiss his forehead and his cheek. You pick up a darker shade and kiss his other cheek, his temple and his nose. He picks up his favorite shade, red, and applies it for you. You kiss his lips, his jaw and another on his neck. 

Eddie let out a groan, “Baby if you keep kissing my jaw and neck we will never finish this video.”

“Sorry. Ed’s, it’s just so tempting!” you giggle and kiss his jaw again. 

“Okay, perfect. Now, start the video and apply this shade like she did, and don’t forget to smudge it a little.” Eddie says, excitedly pushing your phone into your hands. You roll your eyes at his eagerness and start the video, doing exactly what the other girl had done. Eddie brings his ring clad hand up into the camera’s view and you pan the camera to him and he’s smiling like an idiot, looking at you with pure love in his eyes. You bring the camera back to your view and make a silly face before saving and drafting the video. 

“I’m going to screen record it and send it to the girls.” You say, doing just that. Once you send it to the group chat between Nancy, Robin and yourself, you just sit and wait for their reply. 

“I think this is the best Tikkok you’ve ever made.” 

“Sweetheart, this is the only TikTok I've ever made.” Eddie says laughing, and laying his head in your lap. 

“Oh, Robin is facetiming me!” you say as the phone starts ringing. 

“Hi Rob-”

You are interrupted by the sound of her gagging. 

“That video was so cute it was disgusting.” she gags again. 

“Post it! I thought it was sweet!” Nancy yells from somewhere in the background. 

Robin shushes her and looks back at the screen. “She’s right, it is sweet, but disgusting at the same time. Like, I'm gay and all, but that was next level gay and I would appreciate it if you did not subject me to that kind of content again.” She jokes. 

Eddie takes the phone out of your hands, flashes Robin a grin and pulls the phone back to be able to see his own face on the screen better. 

“You’re just mad Nance won’t let you do this with her!” Eddie teases. 

“You’re right, lover boy, she is mad that I won’t let her, how sad!” Nancy calls out from somewhere in the background again. 

“Well me and my darling here are going to hang up so we can post our disgusting video now!” Eddie laughs, earning a gag from Robin again before hanging up. 

“Hey! I didn’t even get to tell them bye!” you complain. 

Eddie shrugs his shoulders and purses his lips for a kiss. “I’d like an actual kiss now, m’lday!” 

“Let me post this video before I forget!” You add the necessary tags and music to the video before posting. “Okay, and done! It’s posted!” You lean down and press a quick peck to Eddie’s lips. 

“But I wanted a smoochy-kiss!” Eddie whines and pouts. You just laugh and push him off your lap and he falls to the floor with a light thud. 

“Sorry, not now, lover boy!” You say as you walk off to find the makeup remover and some cotton pads.

#eddie munson #modern au eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #littlesubbyflower #lsfwrites

[otakween]

Digimon Tamers - Episode 51 (final episode!)

Yay! I enjoyed this finale. It was basically like the inverse of Adventure where instead of the kids having to go back to the real world it was the digimon having to return to the digital world. It was probably not as emotional as Adventure because the goodbyes were kind of abrupt, but it was close enough. I feel satisfied :^)

Notes:

Exciting title card is exciting. Gotta love it when the final episode switches up the intro for dramatic effect.

Sakuyamon's armor bursts off and her hair streams out when she gives Cyberdramon her power. I was kind of giggling at how fanservicey that was (I wonder if it awakened anything in anyone), but it was nice to see Ruki and Ryo finally cooperating and Ruki respecting Ryo as a teammate.

Lots of flowing hair in this episode: Sakuyamon, Ruki and Juri all get this treatment. Honestly it kinda made Ruki and Juri look really similar in my screenshots (see below), whoops. Other than that, they looked nice.

They probably just look more similar than normal here because of Juri's serious expression.

Nice of the holy beasts to show up and help, but they barely showed them (you could only see them fading into the distance). I wish they had the budget to animate them more up close because then their heroic moment would have had more oomph.

Why did Juri suddenly have 90s anime eyes in that one scene? She looked so cute lol (Culumon too)

Nice to see the less powerful, more defensive digimon save the day in this with Culumon using a barrier on Juri and then MarineAngemon doing the same for everyone to get them out of the D-Reaper bubble.

I laughed out loud when the goddess monster moaned it's way into the pit. Why was that so goofy sounding? Totally took away any cool-factor for that thing

Now that I think about it, when MarineAngemon saves the day, Hirokazu, Guardromon, and Lopmon did not need to be there. Guess they just wanted to participate haha

Poor Jian and Terriermon have to spin super hard to revert the D-Reapers power. The little "momantai" with swirling eyes was super cute.

It's revealed that part of sealing the digital world and real world connection means that all the partner digimon have to go back to the digital world, but first they revert to babies! Omg the baby digimon were so cuuuute ;w; Guilmon was a lil bean and hearing the super-serious Renamon's baby voice was great too.

We got a cheesy "Primary colors' insert song that I'm guessing was sung by the VAs, looking forward to giving that a closer listen.

It's interesting to think about what having digimon in the real world would even mean if there are no threats. They just hang out slice of life style? Are there any mon shows like that where there's no fighting? Sounds cute but it probably wouldn't sell as many toys lol.

This poor background child with huge ears:

I was like "gah! Why is there an elf in their class??"

Glad they didn't end with a silly "and then 20 years later they had all the babies" epilogue. Open-ended is best. Good for the imagination and good for the franchise if they ever want to do more with these characters.

All in all, this was a good kids show. It didn't blow me away or anything, but it was probably stronger than 02 at least. Since no one talks about the other series I can only assume it's all downhill from here -cries- Nah, JK. I'm looking forward to checking out everything else. But first, video game and manga time baby! :D

#digimon tamers #digimon #anime #spoilers #spoiler

[lovelylotusf1]

15 Questions

I'm pretty late to the party, but I was tagged for this by three lovely people - @wisteriagoesvroom @laura1633 & @le-stappen ! Thank you🫶

Are you named after anyone?

Nope.

When was the last time you cried?

I honestly don't know? Probably when I replayed Pokemon Mystery Dungeon - Explorers of Sky. I always shed a tear at the ending.

Do you have kids?

No.

What sports do you play/have you played?

I did ballet for a pretty long time as a kid! Got scared when the teacher said she'd like us to go on pointe sometime that year and dropped out then and there lol.

Otherwise, volleyball back in school and tennis since I was little and sometimes now as well.

Do you use sarcasm?

Yes but not that often. I like exaggeration more!

What is the first thing you notice about people?

Their hair and general face shape and features.

What is your eye colour?

Blue/greyish

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings! I can only handle scary stuff either in text form or in video games.

Any talents?

Putting words on the page really slowly and then suddenly writing way too much in an hour. Does that count?

Where were you born?

In the slightly bigger city next to the village I still live in today.

What are your hobbies?

Writing, video games, crochet, birdwatching (but I'm bad at it) and obessessing over vroom vroom men

Do you have any pets?

Technically, they belong to my family but I have chickens! Lovely ladies.

How tall are you?

Small. Tiny. (By that I mean like 1-2 cm smaller than Yuki)

Favourite subject at school?

Computer science!

Dream job?

I would like to get paid to write my silly fanfiction please!

But honestly, the degree I'm pursuing now is pretty cool, I can imagine me enjoying the job it's for!

Since I'm very late to this, I have no idea who already got tagged. No pressure and feel free to ignore but I'm tagging @maaxverstappen @jusst-you-race & @nikaf1 💜

#tag game #15 questions

[dotster001]

Heya! Just wanted to start off with congrats on 1k followers!♡ And, I thought I'd try sending, if it is still open, of course! This will be Twisted Wonderland. When I first began, I took Lilia's hand. I simply adore his adorable physique on top of his rambunctious personality, which is why I chose him. They are still currently on my Twisted Wonderland home screen. 🤭 Cannot bare to take him off. Let's start off with me, an individual, who tends to be quiet at first. But, I'll be quite the friendly weirdo once I open up to those I meet. And, many of my friends tell me I'm the "mom friend" of our little group. So, I can relate to Lilia in a way. 🤔 (Perhaps 🤭). And, I adore anime/manga and- yes, I enjoy video games. Depends on the plot or objective to the game. Little bit picky. Lastly, I'm very protective of those I deem to be family/friends. Moving along, I like to leave it to the writer. But, I'll offer some 'wants' to help out. 👌 Yes, I'd like to be with the old man. I love him. VERY MUCH. So, Id say go ahead and make it romantic. I'm a sucker for it. 👍 Definitely would love some fluff. I love the most fluff you can offer. And, I'd be quite ecstatic to see cuddles in it. 🙆‍♂️ Okie Doke. Have fun and surprise me. 👌👌

A/N: I heard cuddles and fluff and I immediately thought of...well, you'll see 😂 Hope you love it!

A Tale in Which Lilia is a Silly Goose with His Lover

Lilia had never been able to resist a fascinating human. So when you popped into existence, he knew he had to play with you.

You were shy and quiet at first, but if he knew anything from raising three sons, there was nothing a good prank couldn't fix.

And that's how he had tricked you into opening up to him, and, eventually, falling head over heels for him.

Someone as old as Lilia knew it was important to keep the relationship fun so that the romance could survive.

He had told you he was going to the kitchen to fetch some snacks for you, but not so. Lilia was up to a hijinks.

He happily flew over to his bag that he'd brought with him to date night, and pulled out a pink sheet with eye holes cut into it so he could see.

He floated back into the room, and had to choke back his excited giggle, as he said, "Ooh! I'm the cuddle monster!"

You looked over at him, before giggling and letting out an excited squeak, getting up off the couch and going to the far side of it.

"Please don't eat me, cuddle monster," you laughed.

"I won't eat you, but I feed on cuddles.  Now give me all your cuddles!" He said in what would have been a spooky voice if he wasn't choking on his giggles.

You slowly began to edge your way around the couch, suspicious.

"That doesn't sound too bad," you said, remaining arms length away.

"Oh it's not," he suddenly pounced and wrapped his arms tightly around you. "Now you're trapped forever! Fufufu  the cuddle monster will feed on your cuddles forever and ever!"

"No!" You cried, fake struggling.

You both hit the edge of the sofa, and tumbled over in a heap, laughing hysterically. Lilia used the sheet to wrap you up, then wrapped himself around you, cuddling you tightly.

"Fufufu, trapped forever. You were no match for my tactical prowess," he said, stroking your hair.

"To be fair, I never stood a chance against you, in anything," you sighed dramatically.

"Nope, and don't you forget it," he said happily.

Then you heard Lilia's ring tone. He groaned, and sat up picking up his phone. 

"Hello Sebek, how's babysitting Grim going?" He said. After a pause, and some wild yelling that sounded vaguely like Sebek, Lilia sighed again.

"Okay, we're coming. Try to dig Silver out before we get there," he hung up, and looked at you with sad puppy eyes.

"My love, my life, my little bat, we gotta go be parents again," he said.

You giggled, and brushed some stray hair out of his eyes, before giving him a kiss to his forehead, and standing up. 

"There's no one I'd rather coparent with," you said, extending a hand, which he gladly took.

He wasn't too down for long, pulling you after him as you went to find out what your "children" had gotten up to while the cuddle monster was hunting you.

#1k followers #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge

[halliewriteshockey]

Hi I was wondering if you have any goalies you'd recommend who are super fun/interesting to watch? I've been looking at some, but you're a Goalie Person and I've only just gotten into hockey so I thought I'd ask an expert

Oh my GOD you have come to the right place, I'm cackling maniacally right now. Buckle up, my love, this may get long (it'll be worth it, I promise)

First up, obviously, is He Who Reigns Supreme in My Heart, Marc-Andre Fleury, aka Flower, aka You Little Shit. This man is the ultimate troll. He's a prankster known for his trickery and hijinks, but the best part is he's never mean-spirited about them. All his pranks are harmless and silly, like taping former teammates' sleeves inside out or moving all the furniture out of a teammate's hotel room so he comes back to a completely empty space, or zipping himself up inside an equipment bag and popping out when his teammate opened it.

He's also pretty damn good at the whole hockey thing and he's never lost his joy at playing the game, which makes him SO much fun to watch.

He's also pretty much universally beloved. Even Flyers fans rarely have anything negative to say about him, despite him being a Penguin for the bulk of his career. Here are some of my favorite examples of him being a menace:

The time he pretended not to know how to skate and literally flipped over a wall because of his commitment to the bit

A video I took myself, the one time I was able to see him play (still one of my best memories), and he tried to assassinate an Avs player in cold blood (his stick to Donskoi's skate - he's just trying to overbalance him so he's not in position for the upcoming to play)

He's the sweetest guy in the world but he will not put up with intruders on his crease

He kisses his goalposts and thanks them in both French and English when they make a save for him

The ice-cream truck story (also a great example of why his wife is perfect for him)

Shooting a puck at himself so he could stop it during warmups

Okay we're gonna be here all night if I don't stop myself now, so I'll end my treatise on why you should accept Flower into your heart with one final offering. For backstory, mans really wants two things in his NHL career. To get in a fight, and to score a goal. The problem with the fighting is his team adores him so much that they absolutely won't allow any harm to come to him, so the second he tries something, they will dogpile him to keep him safe.

Watch what he does with Matthew Tkachuk's helmet (at 19 seconds) and his team's reaction to Chucky's aggression Gotta be one of my very favorite videos of him.

Okay, the rest under the cut

Next up, Elvis Merzlikins. Not only is he a ray of sunshine and the sweetest boy in Columbus (now that Panarin is gone) but he's also pretty as hell

He's incredibly athletic

Tattoos 👀

He's SO classy

His reaction to his wife going into labor (he's from Latvia)

When Nick Foligno was on the team, this was how he and Elvis celebrated wins:

This happened after Nick left and I cried

So fans stepped up to hug him

Another of his and Nick's hugs

When I say he's classy I mean he's really a great guy

He has an adorable dog named Koby

He's funny

And uhhh flexible *sweats*

Moving on before I combust—next we have Thatcher Demko! Goalie for the Canucks, he recently earned the starter position but he captured my heart a long time ago. My tag for him is 'welcome to donut' and you'll see why

He loves his teammates

He's never heard of toxic masculinity, thanks

He gives great hugs

He almost never gets angry, so it's always startling when he does

Welcome to donut

He's super silly

SO silly

And he can't dance (but that doesn't stop him)

He's legendary for the college story

And here's the video of it

This picture

And finally, the video that made me fall in love with him

Okay, LAST ONE. Igor Shesterkin of the New York Rangers is not only one of the best goalies in the world (he just won the Vezina this year) but he's also delightful. He's very quiet, shy and introverted, but when he's comfortable with people, he's an absolute troll and it's SO funny

He and Panarin are really good friends

Panarin's very much a jokester and Igor's loosened up from being around him

This was me when I first saw him play

His teammates love him a lot

He's got no time for Brad Marchand

He wears headbands!! Under his helmet!! They were "cheap deal from Amazon" according to him

He cut his hair himself

He doesn't speak much English but he understands a lot more than he can speak, and once teased his translator for forgetting what he was saying

And he looks like this out of his gear

There you go, my top fave goalies chosen for their personalities. They're all worth following, although sometimes their teams... not so much

#Marc Andre Fleury #Thatcher Demko #Elvis Merzlikins #Igor Shesterkin #hockey #goalies #sorry this took so long but it's been a month of a week #Igor also trolled the Penguins once after a win and it was very funny #(he waved goodbye as they left the ice) #and the funniest part was how insane it made Pens fans #like swearing instant hatred for life on the basis of a wave #hockey fans are something else man #anyway I hope you enjoy my goalie primer and also that I don't break Tumblr by posting this

[thecringemachine]

I can't wait to see your next tickle story I bet it's really cute

You're right! And your prize issssssssssssssssssssssssss:

THE NEXT NINJAGO FIC! I'm super proud of this one.

I've already highlighted big brother Cole, Kai, and Zane, but now it's BIG BROTHER JAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love it so much! ENJOY @dutifullyshamelessninja!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The ninja were playing video games, but they only had two controllers, so they switched out. At first they sort of had a pattern, but it fell apart pretty quick. Lloyd and Jay had the first fight.

“Ooh! It’s my turn!” Lloyd exclaimed gleefully. Jay walked up and tried to snatch the controller.

“No, it’s my turn!” He argued. Lloyd glared at him.

“No, it’s mine!”

“No, it’s mine!”

“No, it’s my turn!”

“Arm wrestle for it!” Jay suddenly said. Lloyd looked at him with surprised confusion, but nodded.

“Fine.” He said firmly, and they walked over to the table. They put their elbows on the table, and locked hands. Lloyd smirked. He knew he was easily stronger than Jay, but Jay seemed unphased. He was smirking too.

“Three. . . two. . . one!” Jay said, and they started. After a second, Lloyd started winning. Jay was struggling to keep his strength going, but suddenly smirked. Lloyd felt uneasy about that smirk, and soon realized his suspicions were true.

“Dah!” Lloyd squeaked as he felt a slight sensation in his side. He looked up to see Jay looking innocently confused at him as his force lessened.

“That was you, wasn’t IT!” Lloyd squeaked again, and his force lessened a little more. This time, he barely saw the tiny shock out of the corner of his eye. He glared at Jay, trying to hide the silly grin he felt tugging at his lips.

“Stop it!” He demanded. Jay gave him a devious grin.

“Or what?” he asked. They both forgot about the arm wrestle as Jay slowly came closer to Lloyd, wiggling his fingers. Lloyd nervously backed away, even though he knew he would never be able to escape Jay.

The other ninja, who had paused the game to watch the two, now decided to join Jay. Lloyd felt the wall behind him and realized that all of the other ninja had surrounded him. Nya was down working on something with Pixal, so it was just Lloyd and the guys.

“G-guys! What are you doing?” Lloyd asked nervously. Lloyd swallowed hard as he saw all of their smirks. They just chuckled before finally jumping on him. He cried out in shock and immediately started struggling as he felt hands pinning him to the wall.

“Here, this should help!” Zane said as he iced his hands and feet to the wall and floor. Lloyd gasped and pulled at the restraints, but Zane’s ice was stronger than normal ice. Lloyd looked around nervously as the ninja placed themselves around him. Kai and Zane were at his torso, and Cole and Jay were at his legs.

“No! Guys! Please, don’t!” Lloyd pleaded. Everyone chuckled.

“Oh, come on Lloyd, you love this! You know you love this.” Kai said. Lloyd shook his head and was about to answer, but any words were forced down his throat and replaced with loud, adorable laughter as the ninja started tickling him.

“AHAHAHA! GUHUHUYS! NOHOHO!” He squealed as Kai and Zane tickled his sides and under his arms, Cole tickled his stomach, and Jay tickled his knees. Lloyd had no way to defend himself. He tried to clamp his arms down, but when he did, Zane and Kai would slip their hands away and tickle his neck instead. And every time the restraints seemed to melt, Zane would freeze them again. His situation was totally helpless.

“GUHUHUYS!” Lloyd said through his giggles. “PLEHEHEASE! STAHAHAP!” They stopped for a second and looked at each other.

“Should we stop?” Cole asked. There was silence.

“Nah.” Jay replied, and they continued tickling him. Lloyd let out an adorable shriek and squirmed with more vigor. They all laughed at his reaction. Lloyd knew this couldn’t get much worse. . . But then the teasing started.

“Aw, look at the big bad Green Ninja, beaten by a few tickles!”

“Look at how cute he is when he laughs!”

“Our wittle gween bean.”

Lloyd couldn’t bear the teasing words being cooed at him. He squeaked as he suddenly felt the tickling turn to a light, feathery touch. It tickled so much! He giggled sweetly and squealed every time Cole’s nails would gently trail where his ribs met his stomach. All of the ninja thought this was adorable and kept up the tickle torture, switching from light tickles, to fast harder tickles.

Soon, Lloyd was all out of breath and the ninja paused to give him a break. He panted and struggled against the ice a bit, but Zane didn’t release him.

“So, who wants to finish him off?” Kai asked. Jay raised his hand.

“Ooh! I will. And besides. One: We started it, might as well finish. And two: I technically am the tickle expert here.” He said. The others had to agree with him. Besides Lloyd, he was the most ticklish, and had the most spots. So he knew all the ways to tickle people to tears.

“N-no! Plehease! Don’t!” Lloyd pleaded desperately, but Jay just ignored him and sat on his legs. Lloyd gave him one last pleading look before dissolving into laughter as Jay spidered his hands over his stomach.

“JAHAHAY! PLEEEHEAHEASE!” Lloyd laughed. Once Zane saw that Jay had Lloyd in a firm hold, he dissipated the restraints. Lloyd’s arms instantly shot down and grabbed Jay’s wrists, but, to everyone except Kai’s surprise, he didn’t pull. He just held Jay's hands there at his torso.

“Aw, do you want me to continue Lloyd? Does wittle Woyd want me to continue?” Jay asked, noticing the action. Lloyd turned his face away and nodded shyly.  Jay chuckled and bent to Lloyd’s ear.

“Then who am I to disappoint the famous Green Ninja?” He said softly. Lloyd giggled just at the feeling of Jay's breath over his neck. His laughter soon grew louder as Jay kneaded his sides. He giggled and squirmed his hardest, but he was weakening from the tickles. And soon, he finally gave in.

“OKAHAHAY! Plehehease stahahap! I cahahan’t tahahake ihihit!” Lloyd pleaded through his giggles. Kai was the first to see how tired Lloyd was and walked over to put a hand on Jay’s shoulder.

“Alright. I think he’s had enough.” he said. Jay looked down and saw that he was right. He stopped tickling Lloyd and got off of him. The poor boy lay limp, too tired to move. Everyone chuckled and Jay picked him up bridal style. Lloyd instantly cuddled close to him.

“Heh. All tuckered out, huh kid?” Jay asked, but Lloyd just nodded sleepily. The other ninja unpaused the game and kept playing, while Jay put Lloyd on the couch beside him. Lloyd fell asleep in a matter of seconds. Kai sat down with them. While the other ninja played, Kai and Jay stayed beside Lloyd the whole time.

“Our little ninja.” Jay said softly, pulling Lloyd a little closer.

#EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE #big bro Jay! #lee!lloyd #ninjago tickles #ninjago fanfiction #tickles #lloyd garmadon #warning: death of cuteness

[pacifymebby]

you're not the only one // chapter one

an// yes I'm putting this on here and finishing it because I miss it

I stood behind the bar polishing the taps half hearted and sleepy. It was getting late and though I only had an hour or two left of my shift I felt as if a moment longer was going to kill me off. I hadn't had much sleep the night before - my own fault, up all night playing video games again - and busy nights like this were always hard for me. Not just because of the work but because of the noise, the constant chatter, the conversations I had to make and the smiles I had to fake. It wasn't just strangers who sent my anxieties into overdrive, it was everyone and tonight I was well and truly exhausted.

All I wanted was to go home, smoke a joint with my brother and put a film on. If I could only curl up on the sofa under a blanket and forget about everything, I'd be in heaven.

I forced a smile when I saw a young lad approach the bar, grabbing four glasses before he'd even asked because him and his mates had been in all night, they were in every Friday night.

"Areet pet that's you," I said offering him his change as I lined the pints I'd just poured up along the bar, "anything else?" I asked already knowing what he was going to say next. The same thing him and his other mates had been telling me all night.

"My mate fancies you..." he said biting back a snigger, grinning when I rolled my eyes.

"You're not funny Keir," I smirked shrugging him off only to jump moments later when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Areet little bond get your jacket am droppin yas home tonight," said Sam leaving me stuttering over a response.

Stuttering for two reasons to be precise.

The first was the immediate confusion.

"wait wh, what?" I asked turning only slightly to look back at him, my grip on the towel in my hands growing slack with disappointment, "Johnny's meant..." I trailed off, trailing off more for the second reason than the first.

The second reason was that Sam, slightly older than me, much taller, cuter, friendlier than me, had been a silly crush of mine since he'd first shown up as one of my big brothers new mates.

"Aye treacle a know he said that like, had go out..."

"F.." I trailed of, biting down on my bottom lip. I could feel pin pricks in my eyes like i was about to cry. Over tired and let down and now panicking because I'd just come to another realisation. "Shit..." I winced knitting a frown on Sam's brows.

"Don't worry about the hours like lass," he said, "we'll sort them out..." he said but it wasn't that which worried me. I didn't care about whether I'd be able to make up the hours or not because I already knew Id be able to. The pub was always busy at the weekend, i could just come back tomorrow and it'd be sound.

And Sam could tell just by my expression that it wasn't the hours. Actually he could recognise quite a lot more in my expression than I realised. Like the beginnings of my anxiety taking over. His voice softened when he spoke to me, his expression softening too. Embarrassing me because I could tell he knew, which meant my brother had probably warned him, which meant he probably now thought I was just as childish and pathetic as most other people did. An 18 year old girl who still cries at the drop of a hat, who can't look anyone in the eye, who loses her voice when it's her turn to speak.

"Cmon Wyn," he offered me a little smile, hand squeezing my shoulder reassuringly, "let's get your things yeah, you look like you could do with an early finish anyway," he said steering me towards the back room to pick up my jacket. He followed close behind me taking my faded brown jacket of the hook before I could reach for it, draping it around my shoulders, confusing me a little.

Sam had always been nice to me, partly because he was always nice to everyone and probably also partly because he knew my big brother, and most people who knew Johnny were always sound with me too. But that was all. Usually I was just "little bond" to everybody and nobody paid much mind to me other than that. I was Bondys little sister, miles younger and miles quieter than he was was. There probably wasn't that much interesting about me when you compared me to charismatic, always messing around Johnny.

But tonight Sam was being sweeter than normal, it made me a little suspicious. What had Johnny said to him about me to make him be quite as kind as he was being?

When we stepped outside I started walking to Sam's car, it wasnt unusual for him to have to drop me back, it was just unusual for him to have to drop me back unplanned like tonight.

I got half way across the little car park however before he stopped me, jogging to catch up with me stopping me in the middle of a space. His eyes were questioning and I could feel the tension in my jaw and in my throat.

If he didn't let me past soon I was going to burst into tears in front of him and really embarrass myself.

I hated crying in front of people, even my brother who was used to it by now.

"What's the matter Wyn?" he asked, "yas look dead upset..." he said a little quieter, leaving me to swallow a lump in my throat. Addressing the look in my eyes only ever made it worse. Using that gentle, forgiving tone with me only ever pushed me closer to tears.

"Nothin am fine," I mumbled, my voice so quiet I thought it would be lost over the noise from the road but it wasn't and he shook his head.

"It's not nothin lass cmon," he said with an encouraging smile, both his hands in his pockets, he almost looked a little nervous himself.

"Am..." I opened my mouth about to lie and shrug it off again, try to make it back to Johnny's without crying. But I lost my words when I looked up, when I looked up at him. It wasn't a rare occurence for me to forget what I was saying around Sam but tonight it wasn't that I'd forgotten. It was that my heart had raced ahead of me and the words had gotten stuck in my throat. I hadn't held back the anxious tide and now I knew that if I spoke my voice would crack and id wind up crying in the car park outside my work. Everyone would see it and Sam would think I was insane.

So I shut my mouth and shook my head tried to swallow a lump in my throat. Tried again but still no words came out.

It wasn't anything serious on my mind, that was the most embarrassing thing. I'd only forgotten my key. That made it worse though didn't it. Crying cause I'd forgotten my key.

"Wyn lass..." Sam started, beginning to sound a little awkward himself, looking back at me with wary eyes, I saw him swallow a lump in his throat, like he could see me about to cry, like he was already way out of his depth.

"It's nothin like," I said quickly, panicking, not wanting to panic him, not that I could really imagine he panicked the same way I did.

"Reckon it's probably not lass," he said with an awkward little smirk, he looked and sounded like he didn't know what to say to me. "Yas don't look like it's nowt like," he said then, he didn't step closer just shifted from one foot to the other and let out a sigh. "It cause your brother canny come like?" he asked but I just shook my head and closed my eyes, well aware by now that I looked like a dramatic idiot. I was massively over reacting and I knew it but I couldn't help it.

"Then what is it lass? It's reet to talk when your upset you know," he said chewing his cheek the same way I was chewing my cheek, finally giving in and nodding me over to his car. "Gan freeze out here like, cmon," he said unlocking the car and opening the door for me.

I kept quiet as I shrunk down into the passenger seat and reached for my seat belt.

When he shut the door and wandered around to his side I watched him through the window and swallowed a lump in my throat. At least now he'd have to watch the road and not me, at least now he wouldn't see if I shed a tear. I could shrink back into my too big denim jacket and hide away.

But when he got into the car and turned it on he didn't start the engine. Instead he just switched the heater on and waited quietly.

"Cmon girl talk to us, gotta look out for me mates wee sis haven't I," he said reminding me of the real reason he was suddenly so interested in me. That made it a little easier to shrug my shoulders and tell him it was nowt.

"Just forgot me key, so a canny get in without Johnny can a," I said quietly, feeling stupid, not sure whether I ought to feel more stupid when I saw Sam twitch the smallest of smiles.

"Oh," he breathed, "areet well," he said chewing his cheek as he started the car and pulled off. He was still thinking as he flicked the indicator and pulled out onto the road.

"Its reet yas can still drop us home like its not that..." I started mumbling, tripping over my words feeling guilty for inconveniencing him but he just smirked and cut me off.

"Nah way lass," he said, "am not just leaving you outside your house in the middle of the night like, not in fuckin shields like..." he was grinning but it was a grin of disbelief and i couldn't help but smile a little self concious too.

"Aye a guess not," I said quietly.

"Reet well a said ad meet the lads in toon tonight but if ya want we can just chill at mine, yas can wait for your brother or just stay till tomorrow or..."

"Nah way yas canny fuck your night off for me like," I said quickly, a little too quickly, biting my lip and daring only a glance at him when he smirked.

"I want finished little Bond," he grinned, "I was gan say, OR, yas could come out on the toon wi us if ya like, be me wingman like," he was teasing me then, I could tell, and I wasn't really sure I could trust his offer. Was he taking the piss?

Sam wasn't a mate, he was my brothers mate and even then only vaguely, we only spoke on the rare occasion Bondy asked him to drop me home and even then our journeys were filled with awkward silences. He was usually friendly enough but it was me that was the problem, I was the overly anxious one who couldn't look him in the eye or get a word out without blushing.

"Are ya sure..." I started, "a mean like, that lad spilled all them pints doon me earlier an I proper reak of beer an..." I knew I was making excuses, I wasn't really one for big nights out, didn't spend much of my time pissed down toon with my mates. If I went down the pub it was usually with my mates or with Bondy and his mates, I was always the bairn of the group, always allowed to be quiet and chill in the corner, drinking slower than the rest, smiling along when they made their jokes but never really the center of attention myself. That was how I was best comfortable but I'd heard Sam talking about his wild nights on the toon at work before, heard stories from Bondy and his mates about the things they all got up to when they went hard. I wasn't sure how I'd really fit into that scene. 

"Aye well I'll borrow yas a tshirt lass you're alreet there like... What dya reckon, night out on the toon, wanna get absolutely mortal with me and the lads?"

"Guess I havent really got much choice av a?" I smirked, a faint smile lingering on my lips only splitting into a self conscious grin when he corrected me. 

"Nah I think you'll find I just gave yas a choice little bond," he said, flicking the indicator in his car, pulling up onto his road. 

I'd only been to his house once before, I'd waited in the back of the car when Johnny had to drop some pedals and gear round for him. He'd gone inside and spent twenty minutes chatting and pissing around with Sam and Drew and Id waited quietly playing snake on my phone, not paying much attention at all. 

"Reet well still," I said quietly, my small smile still lingering, something in Sam's voice relaxing me a little, easing my troubled mind so that without really noticing it, my mind stopped jumping to catastrophes and started to see the bright side. As tempting as it would be to just stay home, watch TV till my brother came to fetch me home, I knew that we'd only wind up sitting in an awkward silence, me feeling progressively like I was taking up too much space. Getting in his way and ruining his night. 

"That a yes?" he raised is brow, the mischievous light in his eyes flickering as he flashed me a grin and cut the engine. 

"Aye gwan then," I grinned feeling a little thrill flicker through the anxious knot in my stomach, my smile growing when I saw his and how pleased he looked. 

"Class!" he grinned locking the car behind us. I went to follow behind him hesitantly up the path but his hand caught my waist and steered me to walk in front of him up the path, so that when we got to his front door he stood behind me, one hand on my shoulder as he reached round me to unlock the door. His presence so close to me leaving me struggling to breath, leaving a flush in my cheeks as he pushed the front door open saying something about how they'd give me a grand night out. 

I didn't really doubt that it would be a good night, I just doubted what I'd have to contribute to it. 

"Iya mam, little Bonds here, we're gan oot in a min," he called up the stairs, his mam shouting down seconds later, telling us to be safe, telling him to make sure he was quiet when he came in. 

"Is your brother gannin?" she called from her bedroom as Sam nodded for me to follow him up the stairs. The stairs, just like the ones at ours, creaked when I trod on them, but Sam seemed to know which ones to miss and so I tried my best to copy his footfalls as we walked up stairs and across the tiny landing into his room. 

"I don't know think hes already gone?" 

"Well yas both missed your tea like," she said and then she appeared in her bedroom door, a smile on her face as she looked at me. She was short like me, her friendly face one I recognised because she worked in the carehome my nana had lived in before she'd passed away last year. 

"Hiya Dylan," she smiled, her smile warm just like Sam's, "how are ya love? That brother of yours forgotten about yas or somat?" she grinned, leaving a smile on my lips as I nodded. 

"Hiya," I said, my voice coming out quiet as it always did, I could hear Sam rooting around in his room and I couldn't help but wish he'd come back soon, save me from this spotlight I suddenly felt flushing my cheeks. "Somet like that yeah," I said, "m'alright though, Sam said a could stay here is that areet?" 

"Aye course pet, you an yours are always welcome you know that!" she said, though that wasn't strictly true. I'd not really seen her since my nana had died, Johnny was the Bond she knew, just like everybody else. I could remember when we'd visited in the care home, she'd told us we were welcome round whenever, the whole family like, but she'd only really been speaking to Bondy, because she knew him and Sam were mates. I'd never thought that the invitation was meant for all of us. 

"Thanks," I smiled softly, shyly, looking over my shoulder to see where Sam was just in time to see him come wandering blindly out of his bedroom with his tshirt half pulled up over his head. He was changing from the shirt he'd been wearing for work into a stripey black and white tshirt, and when he pulled it down over his head he saw me staring eyes wide, embarassed as a blush flourished like flowers on my cheeks. But he didn't say anything, just shot me a small smile and turned to his mam, started talking again. 

"Wyns gan come oot on the toon wi us mam," he grinned, "borrowing her a tshirt takin her oot like," he said, his hand on my back as he offered me a black tshirt which I could already tell was going to be massive on me. 

"Oh aye? You make sure you look after her then lad," she said with a smile, "have fun both of yas, I don't want Johnny killin yas for losing his wee sister," she grinned, though I couldn't tell whether she was joking and Sam - though smiling - seemed to take her seriously. 

"Aye mam aye," he grinned, "she'll be reet as rain wont ya little bond," he said, before nodding me to his room, telling me to go and get changed. 

His bedroom was a mess, small and full of shite, like mine actually, like my brothers too. He had a guitar in the corner, a guitar leaning against his bed too, a mess of leads and pedals and sweaters and socks, and no mirror anywhere in his room which meant that when I changed into his tshirt I could only guess at what I looked like. 

"Oh you can just leave that in me room lass, I'll bring it into work for yas when its washed like," he said, a smirk on his lips when he looked me over, "looks better than I was expectin on yas that does Wyn," he said, his mam snorting, me blushing. 

"Oh charming lad, you've got such a way with words havent you," she laughed at him, "yas look lovely pet, yas always do," she said, perhaps she recognised my self conscious smile or perhaps she was just saying it to embarrass her son even more. "Areet well yas two both have a good night, be safe," she said as Sam put an arm around me to steer me back downstairs. 

"Areet lass ya ready?" he asked, checking his pockets for his keys and his wallet as I shrugged my jacket back on and looked at him with wide shy eyes.

I wasn't ready, at least i didn't feel it, but he was looking at me with the warmest of smiles, like we were mates, like he really wanted me to have a good time. So I forced a grin and nodded my head, followed him out into the night reaching into my back pocket for a cigarette. One I'd been desperate for for hours.

"The lads are propa idiots ya nar but yas'll love em they're class really," he said, looking at me as I lit my cig, looking at me like he was trying to offer me some reassurance.

Like he could see the apprehensive look in my eyes as we wandered down the street towards the metro.

"Aye Johnnys got loads of stories about your lot," I said quietly, smiling, sort of forcing conversation in a way he could tell. Still he chuckled and shook his head and reiterated the point.

"You'll fit in reet lass a promise dunnar worry about it," he said with a smile.

"am not," I said shrugging my shoulders, but i was and he could see it.

"Aye lass course you're not," he chuckled, eyes flickering over me, making me blush because I'd never seen him look at me for so long before. I could feel his eyes on me, could see him thinking as he watched me messing with my hair, fidgeting, growing more self concious by the second. "You don't have be shy round me ya nar Wyn," he said then, his own gaze flickering nervously then as he bit his lip and looked away.

I didn't know what to say, my own bottom lip caught between my teeth as I looked up and him and immediately down at my shoes. Hoping that if i remained silent I wouldn't have to worry, he'd say something else and change the subject. But when he spoke again he only carried on.

"Y'nar you're not the only one yeah?" he said, his elbow knocking mine as he looked down at me, eyes warm and soft like his expression, trying to coax me out of my hiding place, "get dead anxious about loadsa random shite me like, panic attacks an everythin," he said chewing his cheek, trailing off as we crossed a road. We were getting closer to the pub and suddenly I was feeling even less like i wanted to follow him towards his lary mates.

"Really?" I asked, looking up at him a little surprised. It felt rude to be surprised but I was, Sam had always seemed so confident and charismatic to me, but now I was looking at him i could see it, a discomfort in the way he'd shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Aye lass, get dead in me own head about stuff all the fucken time I do, am a nightmare," he said with a grin, "so you don't need be scared of me like... Am not judging yas," he said, drawing a little smile on my lips.

I wanted so badly to say something back but I couldn't. I couldn't speak because he was looking at me so warmly. Really looking at me. His dimple popped, his smile a little crooked smirk in the corner of his mouth. His eyes flickering with emotion, he had the kind of eyes which really lit up, which couldn't hide how he was feeling. They kind of drew me in and left me speechless, looking up at him a little nervously because he was waiting for me to say something and id lost my voice.

My heart was beating strange and slow, my mind racing, my mouth a little dry. On my cheeks i could feel the heat of a blush spreading.

And when I didn't say anything he flashed a proper grin, nodding to the metro stop, his arm hovering around my waist as we picked up the pace. "Cmon then, the toon awaits..."

#sam fender fanfiction #sam fender imagines

[maigetheplatypus57]

In Another World, You Were Mine

In another world, we got to spend our high school years together, instead of being separated by a virus and by our computers.

In another world, I would have never gone to the States, would have been able to stay by your side and see you everyday.

In another world, we finally got to be in the same class together, trying to sit next to each other and giggling as we passed notes or played tic-tac-toe and drew in each other's notebooks.

In another world, at age 16, I would've summoned up the courage to confess my lingering romantic feelings, to ask if we could try again, go from queer platonic to romantic.

In another world, if you had said yes, we could've been dating throughout senior high, holding hands and sneaking kisses when no one was watching.

In another world, it's you instead of my (required to be male) prom date that I would've walked through our favorite mall with, checking out all of the shops of our childhood and laughing at silly toys in toy stores.

In another world, we would've applied to colleges together, celebrating when you got into your art school and holding our breath as I open my letters from the top schools in the country.

In another world, we might have had the courage to come out to our families again, this time on our terms.

(No, I'm sure we never would have been brave enough, at least not until we were adults and in schools where they were more accepting of queer students, but it's nice to imagine.)

In another world we would've been attending colleges a few hours drive away from each other in two different cities, instead of a 16 hour flight across two separate continents. We could've been hanging out on the weekends with the rest of our friends, catching up on college stories and complaining over schedules.

(In another world, I don't know if I would've still been alive to see any of this happen, but I wish I was even given the chance to try.)

But that's in another world, and in this world we had this:

A three-and-a-half years long queer-platonic relationship, full of laughs and playful flirting, before the time zone difference got too stressful for us and we broke it off.

Two debuts, barely three days apart despite our birthdays being 6 months apart (because that was the soonest I could come home to celebrate with all of you) where I was one of your candles and you were one of my roses with silly stories and heartfelt messages, where we danced as much as we could and drank to celebrate our adulthood.

A conversation in the bathroom, where I said I love you but I need to be in a relationship that's more physically affectionate than texts and video calls, one where I can actually go places with them and experience things in person.

A promise in the bathroom, where you said maybe in five years when we're done with school and if we're not seeing anybody, we can try again, but unless one of us is willing to move to the other's country then I don't know how we would even begin to manage to try again.

A flight back to the US, where I made the mistake of watching La La Land and Everything Everywhere All at Once and cried thinking about what could've been, about what we could've been, and what we were not.

A million thoughts in my head, saying I love you and I miss for you and I wanted to love you the way I wanted to but it never went how we imagined it was supposed to be. Saying I love you and you were the right person but it was simply the wrong place the wrong time the wrong circumstances. Saying if you read this poem please message me because I love you, and I haven't really talked to you in a while and that's mostly my fault, and I hope you're doing well and you're having a wonderful time where you are right now. Saying, over and over again, I love you I love you I love you I love you-

I love you, and I wish it worked out in this world.

But maybe in another world, you were mine.

#poetry #writers on tumblr #LGBTQ+ #queer #maige's posts #maige's ramblings #found the original draft for this that was written back in october #I changed the more revealing place names and terms for safety reasons but. i know what i wrote #and if the one i wrote this abt sees this then they'll know too #lgbtq+ poetry #writing #btw i know that qprs aren't necessarily meant to be stepping stones to romantic relationships but #thats what ended up happening to me. and emotions are messy sometimes so just let it be

[larabiatasstuff]

Hey bestie! I know it's late so please feel free to answer tomorow, I just had to send this to you before I forgot it 🤦‍♀️😂 please could you write a scenario where we are sat at home with Terry watching a film. And when it finishes its really sad and it makes you cry. I'd love to know how he would react to you tearing up. Possibly ending in some cute fluff? 😭 CK and KK3 please 💚💚💚

Omg sure☺️That's so cute Bestie 🖤

(kk3) It was a very nice evening. Terry and I had a wonderful dinner and now we were sitting cuddled up together on the sofa watching a movie. It was a really emotional one and I desperately tried to hold back tears but it was useless as soon as the movie finished, the tears run freely over my face. Terry looked at me concerned. "Hey baby, are you okay? Come here babe tell me what's wrong. Why are you crying?" he said pulling me in his arms and holding me close. "Please don't laugh at me but... the movie was so so sad and I..." I couldn't finish my sentence and buried my head into his neck sobbing. "Awww is it just the movie baby? Or is it something else? You can tell me erverything." I looked at him and he gently wiped my tears away. "It's just I thought what if something like this happens to us. If we got separated and... I don't want to be without you." "Hey baby listen, you won't get rid of me that easy. I will aways be by your side. We will be together as long as you want me. Nothing and I promise you nothing can take me away from you. Hey I know what makes my baby happy again. I go into the kitchen and make us some hot chocolate and you put on your favorite comedy show okay? I want my baby smiling again. " he says and kisses me softly on the lips." That would be wonderful Terry thank you for everything."and we spent the rest of the night talking and laughing together

(CK) Terry finally had a few days off so we decided to make a movie night. We ordered some food, opened a bottle of wine and watched a movie. My head rested on his shoulder. The movie was good but also very dark and sad. I had problems to put myself together and keep my tears from falling. But Terry noticed something was wrong, he always noticed. "My love are you alright?" I just nodded cause if I would say something now I would burst into tears. "Sweetheart I can see that you're not okay, what's wrong? Please tell me my love." "It's umm I..." but I couldn't finish I immediately started sobbing and crying. "I'm sorry Terry I know it's silly but..." Terry took my face in his hands and looked at me. "Are you crying because of the movie?" "Yes I'm sorry it's very childish but the end was so sad and I couldn't hold back." I started babbling. " Hey Shhh try to calm down my love. Who told you it is childish to show your feelings? The movie was very sad and you should know that you don't have to hold anything back when you're with me. Come here my love, let me hold you. " " My ex always made fun of me when I cried because of a movie or a video. That's why I tried to hide it." Terry softly rubs my back and kisses the top of my head."Well those times are over now. You don't have to hide anything from me. Of course I prefer it if you're happy and smiling but if you need to cry you're allowed to cry my love. Please promise me that you don't hide your feelings from me. I'm always there for you okay? " he looked at me with his incredible blue eyes and smiled." I promise, thank you for being so sweet and kind to me. "" Of course sweetheart. How about I make us some tea and I play something on the piano for you. That always makes you smile. " " Oh Terry that sounds amazing. You're the best boyfriend in the world. "

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