#also the third and fourth pic that’s a girl

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HAPPY 10th ANNIVERSARY TO GRAVITY FALLS!

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Back in Oct. 2018, my project for inktober was at least one pic from every episode.  Because of the pace, there were restrictions; I did each on a post-it note, limited coloring, and chose things that would fit the square format and that I could get done in time (between working full-time and owl-banding most nights).  I always sort of wanted to redo a bunch of those; but really, what occasion would merit putting in THAT much time and effort for a project of that size?

Well, how about for the 10th anniversary of the premiere of Gravity Falls?

I’m not saying this was a *smart* project to tackle, but I thought it might be “easier” because I had first drafts of most of the pieces; I just wanted to redo them so they’d look better, with 4 more years of practice under my belt and a new move to digital art.  (Narrator: it was not really easier.)  Some I redid completely, or did new to create the full sets above.  Basically, once I’d hit on this idea, and decided to link it to the refrain of “How Far We’ve Come”, I was committed; there was no way I was going to *not* try to do it.

I know that “How Far We’ve Come” gets fanvidded for eight billion different shows.  But, the first time I heard the song was in one of the first Gravity Falls fanvids I ever watched (link  below), so it will always be a GF song for me.

Gravity Falls has meant a lot to me for the past 6 years that I’ve been active in the fandom.  I have no doubt it will always have a big place in my heart. I’m definitely not done with things I’d like to do for it.  I’m so glad to see people coming together to celebrate this big anniversary! 

ALSO: needless to say, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Stan and Ford!

“How Far We’ve Come” by @findmeinthealps2 ​

IDs under the cut.

Image descriptions.  The post consists of six images, each with a one-word header.  Together they spell out, “LET’S SEE HOW FAR WE’VE COME”.  Each image has 8 square pictures under the header.  Each picture is a screenshot-redraw from an episode of the show, usually consisting of one or a couple of characters against a simple colored background.

The first image’s 8 redraws are: Dipper and Mabel from “Tourist Trapped”; Old Man McGucket from “The Legend of the Gobblewonker”; Mabel and Bats Biker from “Headhunters”; Lil Gideon from “The Hand that Rocks the Mabel”; Mabel from “The Inconveniencing”; Dipper from “Dipper vs. Manliness”; Dipper and Dipper clone 5 from “Double Dipper”; and Mabel and Quentin Trembley from “Irrational Treasure”.

The second image’s 8 redraws are: Mabel and Waddles from “The Time Traveler’s Pig”; Robbie and Dipper from “Fight Fighters”; Stan and Lil Gideon from “Little Dipper”; the Summerween Trickster from “Summerween”; Stan in his vampire costume from “Summerween”; Mabel and Dipper from “Boss Mabel”; Stan from “The Bottomless Pit”; and Mermando from “The Deep End”.

The third image’s 8 redraws are: Dipper and Mabel from “Carpet Diem”; Mabel surrounded by Sev’ral Timez from “Boyz Crazy”; Stan punching the pterodactyl from “The Land Before Swine”; Bill Cipher in giant red angry form from “Dreamscaperers”; Mabel and Dipper from “Gideon Rises”; Dipper, Mabel and Stan from “Scary-oke”; the Shapeshifter from “Into the Bunker”; and Mabel and Pacifica Northwest from “The Golf War”.

The fourth image’s 8 redraws are: Bipper from “Sock Opera”; Soos Ramirez and Melody from “Soos and the Real Girl”; Stan from “Little Gift Shop of Horrors”; Old Man McGucket from “The Society of the Blind Eye”; Mabel fighting Blendin Blandin from “Blendin’s Game”; Robbie Valentino and Tambry from “The Love God”; Pacifica Northwest and Dipper from “Northwest Mansion Mystery”; and Stan from “Not What He Seems”.

The fifth image’s 8 redraws are: Mabel from “Not What He Seems”; Ford’s arrival from “Not What He Seems”; Ford and Stan as teenagers from “A Tale of Two Stans”; Dipper and Ford as elf characters from “Dungeons, Dungeons & More Dungeons”; Stan from “The Stanchurian Candidate”; Mabel, Wendy, Candy, and Grenda after their fight with the unicorns from “The Last Mabelcorn”; Darlene the spider lady from “Roadside Attraction”; and Dipper and Ford with Bill Cipher’s shadow over them from “Dipper and Mabel vs. the Future”.

The sixth and final image’s 8 redraws are: Bill Cipher holding up the gold statue of Ford from “Weirdmageddon Pt. 1″; Wendy Corduroy from “Weirmageddon Pt. 1″; Dipper and Mabel from their class day photo in “Weirdmageddon Pt. 2″; Bill Cipher in giant red monster form trying to capture Dipper and Mabel from “Weirdmageddon Pt. 3″; Stan punching Bill Cipher in the mindscape from “Weirdmageddon Pt. 3″; the group gathered around Stan sitting in his chair while Mabel shows him her scrapbook, from “Weirdmageddon Pt. 3″; Dipper and Mabel waving goodbye from the bus window from “Weirdmageddon Pt. 3″; and Stan and Ford laughing together in the rain, after defeating the giant squid, on their boat the Stan o’ War II, from “Weirmageddon Pt. 3″.

#gravity falls #gf 10th anniversary #stanford pines #stanley pines #mabel pines #dipper pines #wendy corduroy #soos ramirez #fiddleford mcgucket #pacifica northwest #robbie valentino #gideon gleeful #candy chiu #grenda grendinator #bill cipher #my art #yeah okay sorry... it's past midnight where i am #time to start the anniversary celebrations! #ids under the cut

[midastouch-zaza]

There’s a competition going on between Tzuyu and Shuhua. Every weekend, one girl takes you home to take the lewdest photos of the two of you to send to the other girl. And each one tries to one-up the other, such as Shuhua making you ERUPT by sticking her tongue in your ass or Tzuyu facefucking you with her strap-on.

Friendships between members of different groups is something that makes extremely happy the fans and the multistan in kpop. I remember clearly the buzz that the pic with Xiaoting, Handong, Shuhua and Tzuyu made on the internet.

However fans don't know who took that photo: you. You've always been close to the kpop C-line, so you know well how naughty they really are. In fact that same dinner is a proof of that: you where there when the maknaes of G-Idle and Twice challenged each other in this lewd photo contest, and, well, you've been basically forced to be their assistant.

The first weekend it was Shuhua turn and you were ready to share your idea, but you should know better: Shuhua already decided the concept for that day, and actually already setted all the stuff.

She made you seat on her couch, immediately pulling down your jeans, stroking your cock with so much heat and power. "Come on, Oppa, become big and hard for me", she whispered in your ear, while her fingers were moving skillfully.

You thought it was such a cool start to begin with a handjob concept, but actually Shuhua plans were other. When she felt you were close enough, she powerfully pushed you back and lifted your legs.

Then she got on her knees, the perfect position for her next move: now that your ass was wide enough, she attacked with her tongue. The result? A perfect picture of your cock erupting an insane amount of cum on her head. "You did a great job, Oppa", she praised you, looking at the picture, while caressing your arm.

The next weekend arrived and you hoped for Tzuyu to be more gentle. And she was...kinda. You surely didn't expect her to propose you to be face-fucked by her strap. You didn't want to do it, but how could you say no to her puppy face?

Sighing, you accepted and just got on your knees. Maybe just simulating was good enough for the pic. "Oppa, it's not realistic enough", she commented looking at the result. You were about to complain that actually it was such a good shot, but Tzuyu anticipated you, starting to fuck your throat.

Few minutes after you were a mess, your hair a completely disaster and your face totally red, but at least the pic now was amazing. "Thank you, Oppa, you're the best", she thanked you, kissing your cheek sweetly.

The next couple of weeks it was a war: the girls really went all in with idea and concept, always insisting for the total realism of their shots. You were glad that they let you have fun too, letting you enjoy the process.

On the third week you fucked Shuhua from behind in the shower, the pic portraying her big boobs squeezed against the glass. On the fourth week you had this naughty ass training session with Tzu, so in the end the pic showed her on her fours, while your cock was savaging her ass and your foot was keeping her head against the floor.

After going on for what seemed an eternity, they opted to declar for a draw, under the advice of Xiaoting and Handong. But it was sad to conclude the competition that way, so all four of them decided to take a last picture: you could decided the concept and they had to accept.

Honestly you went for something very simple but also very exciting: the two of them had to give you a blowjob, completely naked, and when you were about to cum they had to suck your balls.

The fun part? You agreed with Ting and Dongie about a plan: with the excuse of "forgetting of taking the pic" or "the shot is bad", you three made the two maknae suck your cock and be covered in your seed for something like two hours.

But that was not the best part yet: even after the end of the challenge, let's say the girls got...addicted. So they may have in mind numerous challenge: the best lewd video, who makes you cum the most in less time, ecc...

#kpop smut #kpop thoughts #girl group smut #kpop x male reader #girl groups x male reader #twice smut #twice tzuyu #twice x male reader #tzuyu x male reader #tzuyu smut #gidle smut #gidle x male reader #gidle shuhua #shuhua smut #shuhua x male reader

[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box— Matthew Tkachuk Edition

SERIES MASTERLIST

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yourusername welcome to my postgame penalty box show: panthers playoff hockey edition! the stars lost so i’m in full support of the rat— i mean matty t show! (i call matthew “matty t”) (since i was a freahman) (for those wondering)

matty t played a matthew tkachuk edition of a hat trick tonight— two misconducts and a goal! (peep the seventh side where he’s holding his stick, obviously showing off the one he just used to score to his team!) AND he broke his mouth guard, so he had to get a new one for the third, shot a rat to the boards that was thrown on the ice when he scored, got shoved into the knights’s net, and a got into a lil scrum! what a legend <3 (this autocorrected to leg day, but i fixed it!)

for those not counting: tonight, matty t got his third and fourth misconduct of the entire off season, and his second and third misconduct of this series! he has FOURTEEN total penalties of all types this off season! (rat) king shit!

me and quinny can’t wait to come see you play saturday! play very good for us! (and get into a fight for me please and thank you) and don’t murder stone! brady needs him for the wedding! and don’t get murdered! brady also needs you for the wedding!

i love you, matty t! ur my fav rat and i miss you❤️

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trevorzegras i’m not sure rat is a compliment

yourusername to him it is

matthew_tkachuk to me it is

yourusername see!

trevorzegras 🙄

user19 how did i not put together that y/n knows the tkachuks via quinn😭

yourusername wrong! i found him all by myself i’ve loved him from his london knights days!

_quinnhughes @/yourusername quit lying he was on the london knights the same time i was at ntdp which is WHEN YOU MET HIM

yourusername @_quinnhughes could you stfu and let me have my moment

matthew_tkachuk i miss and love you, too, lil mouse! we’ll get dinner when you two are here!

yourusername pst can i sleep over?

matthew_tkachuk i thought that was obvious

_quinnhughes @/matthew_tkachuk she needs constant reassurance she’s not intruding

matthew_tkachuk @/yourusername of course you can sleep over, lil mouse!

yourusername YAY

colecaufield @/yourusername you used to just show up and announce that you were staying in my room and suddenly you need permission?

yourusername @/colecaufield was your entire family there? didn’t think so. i respect chantal too much

user22 DO SISSY AND MATTHEW CALL EACH OTHER RAT AND MOUSE THAT’S SO CUTE

taryntkachuk i miss you, girly! i can’t wait to see you this weekend!

yourusername i can’t wait to shoo the boys away for gossip time

matthew_tkachuk @/yourusername you’re supposed to spend time with me

yourusername @/matthew_tkachuk don’t worry, rat! i’ll beat you in chel and then have gossip time <3

jackhughes hey remember when you fell over the couch because you were sending heart eyes to matthew freshman year?

yourusername hey remember when you died?

jackhughes i haven’t died???

yourusername not yet

trevorzegras @/yourusername what did we talk about?

yourusername @/trevorzegras that i can’t murder jack until after the wedding because you need him as a groomsman

trevorzegras @/yourusername there’s my sweet girl

jackhughes @/trevorzegras i’m not sure that classifies as “sweet”

trevorzegras @/jackhughes that’s the best i can offer

user12 let’s play “who’s y/n’s least favorite hughes?”

yourusername it’s still quinn

user47 at this point i’m going to assume sissy is friends with half the league

yourusername about 1/16th of the league, actually! i did the math myself

used82 I WANNA TALK ABOUT THE FOURTH PIC

lhughes_06 hey remember when you used to tell z you’d leave him for matty whenever he pissed you off?

trevorzegras hey remember when you died?

yourusername @/trevorzegras hey! don’t talk to your future step son/bother-in-law like that!

lhughes_06 @/trevorzegras yeah don’t talk to me like that, future step dad/brother-in-law!

yourusername hey remember when you died?

lhughes_06 i should’ve expected that

_quinnhughes @/lhughes_06 you walked right into that one

matthew_tkachuk i didn’t know about this one but i’m honored

yourusername @/matthew_tkachuk the statement still stands

trevorzegras @/yourusername stop giving me war flashbacks

barkovsasha i’m confused. do you want him to get misconducts or not?

yourusername you’re clearly new here

matthew_tkachuck the answer is both

yourusername i’m an enigma

matthew_tkachuk @/yourusername you’re something

user8 so much new sissy lore

_quinnhughes hey remember when you said that you’re rooting for matthew unless it’s panthers vs stars in the final and in that case “he can slip on a rat thrown on the ice and choke”

yourusername idk what you’re talking about i always support my friends

jackhughes i have it on video (you root for all of our downfalls against the stars)

yourusername @/jackhughes it’s a sin to lie, jacky boy (and i’ll continue to do so)

matthew_tkachuk @/yourusername you’re so sweet to me

yourusername @/matthew_tkachuk i know! i didn’t even wish you’d die🥰

trevorzegras @/matthew_tkachuk that’s big for her

#penalty box series #penalty box series: bonus editions #matthew tkachuk #matthew tkachuk imagine #matthew tkachuk fic #trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #quinn hughes #jack hughes #luke hughes #hockey imagine #quinn hughes imagine #trevor zegras imagine

[hughesmedicine]

bowling night | m. estapa

mark estapa x !duke reader

it was hard to find good couple bowling pics👎

on marks post imagine the guy has his hair color since ^^

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caption: date with my girl💙 @ynduke

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ynduke could say date night was pretty successful, thank you for the night out my love I love you❤️(and thank you for the best birthday ever<3)

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markestapa happy birthday babe I love you and always welcome for the nights out💙 now time to drink(responsibly)!

ynduke thank you!! (totally responsible) so race you to the bar??

markestapa you’re so on!

dylanduke25 date: a social or romantic appointment or engagement.

ynduke please don’t do that here

dylanduke25 okay rude you should appreciate my definitions since I’m educating you!

ynduke but I’m already educated on a date??

dylanduke25 tomato tomahto

ynduke I hate you.

nolan_moyle okay but where was my invite??

ynduke please you should’ve came! we could have whooped marks ass together then I would have beat you!

nolanmoyle why are you so cocky??

ynduke I blame my brothers.

tyler__duke5 should be blaming alyssa that’s her field.

dylanduke25 ^

alyssa_duke being cocky is not my field that’s 100% you three!

nolan_moyle have to agree with her boys and girl, you three together are cocky central.

ynduke you’re uninvited.

nolan_moyle no I’m sorry I take it back!

ynduke too late.

rutgermcgroarty happy birthday y/n and duker!!

ynduke thank you rut!

dylanduke25 thanks man!

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markestapa when she’s better at bowling than you>>

happy birthday sweet girl I’m glad today was the best day for you but the nights not finished enjoy your party tonight! We celebrate for as long as you want. Thank you for being the best thing to come into my life since going to umich, couldn’t have asked for a better second year with you❤️

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ynduke I’m sobbing you can’t just do this to me. I love you so much and I cant wait for more years with you<3

nolan_moyle someone else should pull a duker this time

dylanduke25 do it cap

nolan_moyle okay give me a sec

nolan_moyle bowling the game of tenpin bowling as a sport or recreation

dylanduke25 okay not bad but wasn’t gonna do the definition

nolanmoyle that’s concerning?

dylanduke25 here’s how to play bowling.

1: Understand the bowling lane. before you begin to bowl, you have to understand the function of the bowling lane. A bowling lane is 60 feet (18.3 m) long from the foul line, the line closest to the bowler, to the head pin, the pin closest to the bowler. There are gutters on either side of the bowling lane. If a ball veers off the lane, it goes into the gutters and is out of play. The approach area is 15 feet (4.6 m) long and ends at the foul line. The bowler cannot overstep the foul line during their approach or their shot won't count. If a ball goes into the gutters and then bounces out and hits the pins, it won't count.

2:Understand the bowling pins. Ten pins are arranged at the end of the bowling lane at the beginning of every frame. They are arranged in a triangle formation, with the point of the triangle facing the bowler. There is one pin in the first row, which is the head pin, two pins in the second row, three in the third, and four in the fourth. The locations of the pins are assigned numbers 1-10. The pins in the back row have the numbers 7-10, the pins in the row above the back row are numbered 4-6, the pins in the second row are numbered 2-3, and the head pin is pin 1. All pins will earn the bowler one point if they are hit. The numbers are based on location, not value.

3: Learn the lingo. Before you can call yourself a true bowler, you should be aware of a few different bowling terms. Knowing these terms will also make it much easier for you to understand the rules. Here they are. A strike is when you knock down all the pins with the ball on your first try. A spare is when you knock down all the pins on your second try. A split is when the first ball of a frame knocks down the headpin (the pin closest to you) but leaves two or more pins that are non-adjacent. It's tough to hit a spare in this situation, especially if you have a 7-10 split, which is the hardest split to hit. A turkey is three strikes in a row. If any pins remain after the bowler's turn, it's called an "open frame."

4: Understand how a game of bowling works.One bowling game consists of 10 frames. Each frame is equal to one turn for the bowler. The bowler's objective is to knock down as many pins as possible in a frame, ideally all of them. A bowler can roll the ball twice in each frame, provided that they do not hit a strike. A bowler gets an extra turn on the tenth frame if they knock down all the pins on the first turn.

5: Learn the scoring. If a bowler has an open frame, then they simply get credit for the number of pins they knocked down. If a bowler knocked down 6 pins after two turns, they simply get two turns. However, if a bowler hits a spare or a strike, the rules get slightly more complicated. If a bowler hits a spare, then they should place a slash mark on their score sheet. After their next turn, they will receive 10 points plus the number of pins they knock down with that turn. So if they knock down 3 pins after their first turn, then they will get 13 points before their second turn. If they then knock down 2 pins in their second turn, they get a total of 15 points for that round. If a bowler hits a strike, they should record an X on their scoresheet. The strike will earn the bowler ten points plus the number of pins knocked down on the player's next two turns in the following round. The most a bowler can score in one game is 300 points. This represents 12 strikes in a row, or 120 pins that were knocked down in 12 frames. A perfect game has 12 strikes and not ten, because if the bowler gets a strike on the last frame, then they can take two more turns. If those two turns are also strikes, they will have 300 points. If a player rolls a spare in the last frame, then they can take one more turn.

ynduke I’m just at a loss of words.

aylssa_duke you putting all your time into this is impressive.

nolan_moyle this made me love you even more

markestapa okay but you going and getting all this information from a website just for a comment is pretty crazy😭 I applaud you man

dylanduke25 please I didn’t have to look it up knew this all by heart

ynduke okay yeah that’s concerning.

tyler__duke5 A+ bro thanks for teaching me about bowling!

adamfantilli thanks duker now I can go teach Gavin how to bowl correctly thanks!

g.brindley4 I know how to bowl correctly wtf??

adamfantilli you don’t, remember the ceiling mishap?

g.brindley4 oh yeah

fan1 so duker commenting all about bowling is so concerning, need to know if he took a bowling class😭

ynduke oh he did! Took it for two years.

tyler__duke5 it was hell, he wouldn’t shut up about it.

lhughes_06 I got to hear all of it so you guys are lucky.

dylanduke25 you said you liked me talking about bowling so that’s your fault lukey!

lhughes_06 don’t call me that.

ynduke everyone should call you lukey now

lhughes_06 god please don’t

edwards.73 lukey on the back of his devils jersey, I would buy one also happy birthday y/n I love you!

ynduke about to text Jack to ask for Lindys number! and thank you son I love you too!!

lhughes_06 mark quick take her phone away

ynduke got it pal-mark

markestapa got his phone and it has lindys number in it thanks bye!

lhughes_06 im on my way.

woah okay I’m actually shocked I finish this and it’s long sorry 😭 all the bowling stuff is from wiki so creds to there! Expect some more insta fics throughout out the day till I work🖤 also yes I know insta comments can’t be that long but who cares lmao👎

#mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa x duke reader #luke hughes #dylan duke #umich boys #nolan moyle #adam fantilli #gavin brindley #jack hughes #tyler duke #aylssa duke #ethan edwards #rutger mcgroarty

[leoruby-draws]

Some art from my TrWh au, showcasing the friendly rivalry between Koryak and Jason (plus a bonus Tula!). Felt like posting more stuff today, despite posting something yesterday.

Just wanted to show the many ways Koryak and Jason might interact with eachother. Koryak is the fourth member to be added to the outlaw team, joining out of both loneliness and a want for some allies for his goal to become King of Atlantis. Koryak will often push to lead missions, more than other teammates but he sees it as a way to expand his leadership skills. But he's willing to take a backseat, so long as he's second or third command. I should probably do a post on how leadership is handled in my au outlaw team. Suffice to say, its loose and messy.

Koryak can find Jason very annoying no doubt, what with his needling and secretive ways, but enjoys the thrill of a good fight with and beside him. Despite him finding Jason kinda suspicious in some ways, he sometimes with confide in him as well. Gunning for the throne will require allies of course, and Koryak will probably want the kinda skills Jason will have. Plus Jason understands that to reach the top of the food chain might require some less than virtuous methods...

Look how handsome Koryak looks in the third pic, love drawing his hair!

Also the first pic was actually my second try, did not like the way I drew it or how scrunch up it all felt, just wanted to show it here to compare them both:

Also! Bonus Tula! Looks like she brought Koryak over and stopped for some girl talk with Barbara. Looks like she might help out the Birds of Prey with underwater trouble.

Anyways hope you find this fun, later!

#DC Comics #Koryak Curry #Jason Todd #Tula #Barbara Gordon #Duke Thomas #my art #just a little cameo tho #Training Wheels au #by the way their playing mahjong there #i like it #its a very relaxing game for me

[vsvillain]

[HARD TO GET] CHAEWON'S PROBATION OFFICERS 🚩

kim chaewon (kimchaez & huhyunjindni), fourth-year business major. practically everyone on campus has had a crush on her at some point. never takes her romantic relationships seriously.

miyawaki sakura (sakuwaki), fourth-year computer science major. famous streamer. the oldest in the friend group, completely done with the younger girls' bs.

huh yunjin (jenaimepas), third-year business major. her real passion is music though, and she plays guitar in a band with beomgyu. chaewon's best friend since high school. also a dedicated swiftie.

nakamura kazuha (kazoohaa), second-year dance major. only uses her twt to post gym pics (cough cough thirst traps). always happy to be included.

hong eunchae (eunchaemon), first-year political science major. skipped a few grades in high school, is now a university freshman at 16. could get away with murder

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#🧛🏻‍♀️ — robin.writes #💌 — series: hard to get ft. kcw #le sserafim x reader #chaewon x reader

[awesomefringey]

This working vacation is seriously getting hilarious. First of all nothing screams more work than taking whole team for a teambuilding including your romantic working partner because she’s basically part of the working crew. Second are pap photos from a place were paps are prohibited. Third (and this is my favourite one) is Harry rather playing mermaids (because ✨he is a mermaid✨) alone and so some random dude (probably someone from his team) must manage the role of boyfriendsofinstagram while also being mistaken that he’s Harry. And fourth when we were confused if the woman is actually the stunt girl, 2 days later we get a photo of them together looking anything than being in a fake romantic relationship. Oh and don’t forget James Corden. Because he’s jobless and so Harry gave him a job to be his bff.

Yup! And why don’t they just release all pics at once, instead they release some pics here and there to keep the tension up. And for what? Another pic of Corden in a polo shirt.

Poor guy too, he must feel so out of place all the time. He looks like their tour guide.

I bet there’s been a situation where Corden was bitchy to some poor yacht crew member who may have accidentally assumed he was some caterer or something. 😂

#ask #james corden #backgrid

[annie-blackhill]

People Watching

Hobie Brown x reader (no use of Y/N)

A/N: Very self-indulgent, I'm just writing this for funsies. Also a lousy try at Hobie's cockney accent lesgooo! This is also my first Hobie Brown fic damn!

You were used to being the third wheel whenever you went on outings with your best friend and her boyfriend. You didn't have many friends. When you had entered university, you had expected to at least gain more friends and start enjoying life more instead of being as introverted as you used to be in high school. But it was all the same, you only had your best friend since childhood as always.

You were used to being the only one attending parties and meet-ups alone. You didn't mind, since you believed that it was better to not love at all if you were just going to end up dating or loving the wrong person.

Maybe your issues with love was caused by something even more deeper, something that latched onto your soul and ate away at yourself. Maybe it was how parents had seemed so in love and ended up breaking apart anyway. Maybe it was how you had witnessed the people around you fall in and out of love so easily, as if the emotion itself was just something extremely fickle. Maybe it was how your best friend had fallen in love so many times with the wrong people and gotten herself hurt or hurt someone else countless times.

Love was a confusing emotion. You can feel it seep deep into your bones and heart as it lays there while it spreads its warmth throughout your entire body. Love can also cut deeper than other emotions. Ironic it is how the emotion that can bring immeasurable joy also causes just as much pain.

It had been a normal party, it was supposed to be a normal outing where you would third-wheel your best friend and her boyfriend again, as usual. But this time, her boyfriend had brought his own best friend.

Hobie Brown was tall, very tall. He was lean and good-looking. It was almost unbelievable how he was also single and being a fourth wheel.

"Oy, get a room you two!" Hobie yelled at your best friend's boyfriend and was flipped off by the other.

Hobie and you decided to stay by the drinks table, the two of you weren't familiar with anyone else at the party save for the couple that had dragged the both of you here.

You observed Hobie out of the side of your eye. Hobie was obviously a punk, his clothing was loud and interesting, it piqued your curiosity. He had tattoos and a piercings. The more you looked at Hobie, you couldn't help but wonder how he was single.

"Ya should snap a pic, dove, it'll last ya longer," Hobie teased, he had noticed that you had been observing him for a while now.

You shrugged off his comment with a chuckle as you turned to face him fully, "Are you really single? Can't seem to believe that someone like yourself would be single."

"Aye, love, am just people-watchin' until I find my one, ya get it?" Hobie replied with a chuckle, you noticed that he was obviously amused by your question.

That caught you off guard. It was rare for you to find someone else that was like you, someone who was just waiting for their one person, while they watched others fall in and out of love.

You took a sip of your drink, non-alcoholic since you were tasked with driving, "Didn't expect that answer, honestly."

"What, ya expected me to be a playboy or somethin', doll?" Hobie joked, drinking his own non-alcoholic beverage.

You chuckled to yourself, confirming Hobie's suspicions, "I'm sorry for assuming, Hobie."

"Nah, yer fine, I've got worse assumptions. Must be mah killer looks, eh? Got you thinkin' I date all the girls I get?" Hobie joked, grinning and laughing.

As the night dragged on, you found that Hobie was really easy to talk to. He was funny and sweet. He never jumped to conclusions recklessly. He listened to you with so much curiosity and even encouraged you to continue talking when you felt like you had been rambling for too long. It was nice. You felt seen and heard. It was rare for you to feel like that with anyone these days.

"I gotta ask though, dove. Why's a nice one like you single?" Hobie had tilted his head to the side as he asked and you couldn't help but compare the sight to that of a cat.

"I'm just waiting for my one, too," you replied with a longing smile as you looked out at the crowd of couples.

Hobie looked in the same direction as you before he glanced back at you. He understood how you felt, he understood the loneliness that came from looking at couples in love.

Hobie seemed to be lost in thought for a moment before he handed his phone to you, the add contact screen was displayed.

"You want my number?" you asked, confused. It was unbelievably rare for your number to get asked by anyone, may it be a potential friend or lover.

"Yeah, dove. You're fun and I wouldn't mind hanging out with you, again," Hobie shrugged.

You smiled as you took his phone from him. You added your number to his contacts and Hobie's face lit up like a child on Christmas, it was a cute sight that made you giggle.

"It'll be a fair exchange if you gave me your number too, you know?" you joked playfully as you handed your phone to Hobie for him to add his number to your contacts.

Hobie was eager to give you his number, it seemed, with the way he took your phone with an excited smile and added his number to your contacts in under a few seconds.

As you checked over his contact info, you couldn't help but notice the contact name: Hobie <333. The contact name made you smile and giggle even, Hobie was really cute despite his rough exterior.

"Ey, dove, look 'ere," Hobie called for your attention as he showed you the name that he had saved your contact info.

Hobie had added hearts behind your name as well. He truly was really endearing.

As the night dragged on and you enjoyed Hobie's company as the two of you shared smiles and laughs, you couldn't help but think: Maybe I wouldn't need to live vicariously anymore. Maybe there's no need for people-watching anymore.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! I might write a part two if anyone is interested in this. This was just a fun idea that has been sitting in my mind for some time now. Hope you enjoyed! <333

This wasn't beta read by the way, so please tell me if there were any errors.

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[happy10thousandyears]

hello!! i love your art sm😭

i wanted to ask how you painted the first illustration( https://www.tumblr.com/happy10thousandyears/739288930605793280) , i have been admiring it for a few days now, i cant stop looking at it its so… wispy? like a dream! and if you can or want to i would love to learn about your process on that coloring/shading style!

Omg thank you!!! I wish I can show you a screen recording but I deleted it for that file because the whole file size got too big (100+ mbs) and the lag was insane… but I do have process!

1. Brainstorming composition. I initially wanted to draw a city wedding scene moments before they are swallowed by a tsunami so my initial draft is towards that direction.. But then I also wanted the environment to be a bit darker (cloudy skies or hanging onto the embers of sunset) and since the main component of this picture is the couple (there are very little space left to fit the tsunami/sunset/cityscape), I just scrapped the tsunami part… I really want to convey a conflict in feelings in the couple, 🔥/girl in the suit is melancholy and leaning into 🚬/the girl in the wedding dress for support, while 🚬 does not care about the end of the world! She lives in the moment in a nonchalant nihilistic way. Also I like the idea of the ‘groom’ finding support in the ‘bride’ … it’s another way to reflect 🔥 and 🚬’s younger stoic, active but doubtful protagonist/older jaded passive mentor figure (whose also dead but not really) dynamic 👍👍

2. Color draft and more finalized sketch. After I got the composition down I began figuring out the colors and finalizing the sketch especially for the buildings. I gathered a lot of references of photos and illustrations and put them on VizRef (iPad app) into a reference board to have it beside my canvas while I draw. (My face ref for 🚬/Salome/wedding dress girl is Elysia Crampton, I like her face a lot)

3. Rendering on top of the finalized sketch… just fuckin do it man… I mainly used a hard round brush for this piece and used the side sliders to control size and opacity (I like it to have size/opacity-pen pressure variations but NOT A LOT!! My hands will hurt 🤕) I switch up brushes a lot but these are the brushes I use most often for rendering in the style of this piece… 🔥 looks way more miserable than after I changed her expression …she’s like the crying cat meme 😭😭

4. Curves and gradient maps!!! Filters!! Wahoo.. After I rendered 95% of it I thought the colors are kinda too boring to look at .. so I fucked around in gradient maps layer modes and curves to try to introduce more hues to the picture… I also check the colors with a grey layer ( as u can see instead of being just monochrome on the purple/blue hues there’s yellow in the sunset/veil and pink in the faces!! Just put a grey layer on top and set the layer mode to Luminosity so every color appear at the same brightness and u can see their hue and saturation more clearly . I am very allergic to saturated colors 👴☠️. For the fourth pic I turned the saturation of the third pic way up so u can see the hue change)

and voila 🎆🎆 hope that clarifies things!!!

#replies #coldtacoshark #Thank u for the ask!!!!!!! #🔥 #🚬

[fukurofanfics]

Fukuro Part 5: Barriers Broken

A/N: This chapter is where things get juicy. It’ll be a long one (my chapters have been getting progressively shorter), but enjoy anyway! Also about that pic of Yiren in the bikini…not sure if that’s real or not but someone sent it to me as a suggestion and I decided to use it.

(Also, I’m writing according to what I think the characters would be like in person, not what they actually are, so they might not always be in character. Some character traits and abilities are made up by me, like Jiwon’s affinity with computers.)

-ちはる

Warning: This series contains graphic depictions of violence and gore, graphic sexual content, and adult language throughout, and is not recommended for persons under sixteen years old. Reader discretion advised.

Chapter 5: Barriers Broken

Here’s the basic layout of my cube shelter. Twelve floors in total. Two floors are underground, for storage. The very bottom floor is food storage for me in case of a disaster and my vault. In the vault is some of the toxin, and a lot of money. Only I know the code.

The floor above that is food storage for the servants. All the food storage in the bottom two floors was only for emergencies, since we had plenty more upstairs. The third floor up was the entrance floor. This had elevators that could take you anywhere you wanted and was also the living quarters for the servants.

The fourth floor was the bedrooms. It was split into two sections; one was for me and Hwang-ja, and the other was for Everglow. The two floors above that were for food. Floor five was the kitchen/dining room/breakfast nook, and the sixth was for the chefs’ storage. As much as I hated leaving my life behind, I couldn’t exactly say that the prospect of eating five-star steak in here with them was too daunting. 

Floors seven, eight and nine were for entertainment. Being trapped in a metal cube with nothing to do would be bad for mental health, so I had decided to put in some entertainment. I had a seven-foot-by-eleven-foot TV in floor seven with a ton of game consoles and devices. Floor eight had a game room, stuff like pool (and a bar just in case we wanted to knock back some shots during the game), air hockey, and board games. I had a feeling this room would be used by me and Hwang-ja more than anyone else. Floor nine had a library, filled with some of my favorite novels. Well, the library was only half; the other half was a gym. We couldn’t get out of shape, after all. Besides, I knew the girls would want to keep their gorgeous figures maintained.

After that, floor ten was weapon storage and security. I kept all my guns, knives, and other weapons in one half, and the other was for security control such as controlling the electric fence, disabling the traps, and other such things. Floor eleven was for medical emergencies. We basically had a miniature hospital in there. Floor twelve was the control center for the entire cube; electrics, air conditioning, power for each section, things like that. And a trapdoor in the ceiling. The roof didn’t quite count as a floor, but I had stuff there anyway. If you went through the trapdoor to the roof, there was a swimming pool up top, lawn chairs, padded couches and armchairs, tables next to each chair, cozy tabletop lamps for reading during evenings and late nights, a mini fridge stocked with drinks, and a beautiful view of the forest, surrounding mountains, and most of all, the gorgeous sunset.

It would sound like living here with seven of your favorite people in the world would be the life to live, but doing so while not being able to leave safely wouldn’t. Knowing I couldn’t leave without fear of attack gave a certain feeling of entrapment. And I hated it.

We stayed on the roof for a while, and I had lunch brought up to us. We spent a while more up there, talking and sipping drinks, before heading back inside. It wasn’t like there was much more discussing to do, but we talked for a few more hours anyway. The subject of what happened once we were here was just about wrung out, but we talked more anyway. See, a plan had been forming in my head. I wasn’t going to tell them yet, but we weren’t going to be staying in this cube forever. The toxin I had stored in the vault downstairs could be absorbed by metal, including bullets, to make them toxic to Fukuri, and with the number of guns and bullets I had, taking down Fukuri would be like stealing berries from a baby. I could snipe them from the rooftop if I wanted to.

We ate dinner (japchae, gimbap, and tteokbokki, expertly prepared by our chefs), and then it was finally time to end our first day in the cube. 

“It’s weird isn’t it?” Hwang-ja said, once we were settled in bed. “Knowing that this is our life now?”

“Yes. Extremely.”

He sighed. “We can be keeping an eye on the news, to see if it’s happened yet.”

“Yeah. I’ll be watching, because it’ll be everywhere. A massive asteroid headed straight for Earth won’t go unnoticed.”

“Well,” he said, “the real shock’ll come when they see what’s on the massive asteroid.”

“There’ll be survivors though. Your parents and siblings will be safe. Everglow’s families will be safe. Some of those crazy idiots who built themselves doomsday bunkers for the apocalypse will be safe. So long as they don’t come out and let themselves be sliced to ribbons. ”

“Yeah, I guess. For good people though, it’d be better that they did die rather than try and survive on a monster-ridden planet for the rest of their lives. It would be miserable. We in here, we have a shelter. Something that will protect us no matter what. But they don’t. They would have to live in constant fear of death. And for those who believe in God and are faithful Christians who die, they’ll go to heaven, a much better existence than surviving here. See, there’s a difference between being alive and actually living your life.”

“Makes sense. But we don’t need to worry about anything, we’re safe here.”

“We should be heading to sleep.” He added. “Goodnight.”

“‘Night.”

                                                                           …

The next morning, I woke up early. I checked my clock and it read 7:37 am. I groaned, wishing I could sleep some more. Hwang-ja was still in bed.

I peeked into the other room and saw that no one else but Yiren was up. I headed downstairs and saw her there at the table, reading a book and drinking tea out of the biggest mug in the room. 

“Oh, hi, Kaito,” she said, having noticed me. “I didn’t know you were up.” 

“I wasn’t, until about three minutes ago.”

“Same here.”

I sat down next to her.

“Coffee, sir?” A servant asked. “Or perhaps breakfast?” 

“Just the coffee for now, thanks.”

He hurried off to prepare it.

“Odd, huh?” Yiren said thoughtfully. “Having all these servants ready to do whatever you want whenever you want it done?”

“Well,” I said, thinking of how to say this without sounding arrogant, “you get used to it, having rich parents.” 

“My family never had a ton of money to spare. We got along in life fine, but we weren’t rich.”

“Really?” I asked, truly surprised. “You always came off as someone who had grown up with at least some amount of wealth.”

“What made you think that?”

“You just…give off those vibes. Your brimming confidence, your state of constant happiness and cheeriness, your overall demeanor. I’ve been around poor or homeless people, and they don’t seem too happy, if you ask me. My family always donated a lot to homeless shelters, you know? My father always kept a thousand dollars in the glove compartment just in case we ran into any homeless people who needed money. I can’t tell you how many people got lucky when our car passed their camp-out.”

“That’s nice.” She said. “I always like it when people have money and aren’t stingy with it. When they’re willing to be kind and generous to people in need.”

“That’s what my family always did. We helped people who needed it.”

She sipped her tea in silence for a moment.

“We would have, had we had the money. We always gave whatever food we had to whoever we saw needed it. Say, a banana or something. I love bananas. It’s not exactly a thousand dollars, but it’s something, right?”

“Of course it is. If you give thousands to the poor just because you can, just because you don’t need it, with no meaning behind it, it’s still a nice thing to do, but it just doesn’t have the same value. When you give out of an already limited supply, thinking of others’ needs before your own, it means something much more. That’s what true generosity is.”

She looked appreciative and thoughtful at the same time.

“I like the way you think, Kaito. I like the way you view the world and what goes on in it.”

“It’s not how I see it, it’s how it is. I just choose to accept that it is how it is.”

The servant brought me my coffee, and I took a sip. Glad of the caffeine boost, I told him to have breakfast prepared as well, for me and Yiren.

We talked some more, and during the minutes I had been talking to her, in fact ever since I had spoken my first words to her, I had realized that she was exactly the person she seemed. Kind, meticulous, soft, caring, bold, energetic, and overall, the most adorably lovable person ever.  

I had begun to realize something else as well, as we talked. We liked each other. A lot. I had known I loved her since the moment I first clapped eyes on her, but I never really figured those feelings would be mutual. But the more I talked with her, the more I saw the signs. She did like me back. It was carefully disguised, but my extended experience with girls allowed me to recognize it for what it was. She was attracted to me. 

This realization hit me full on in the middle of our conversation. The way her cheeks pinkened when she looked at me, her adorable falter when I accidentally brushed her hand with mine, the signs added up. 

I should have seen it when she curled up on me in the flight, pouring out her sorrow in a very rare emotional breakdown. 

Of course, I had to still act natural. Assuming so with no definite evidence was unwise. 

The servant returned with our breakfasts and we ate quickly.

Yiren finished her tea and we went up to the roof to watch the sunrise. I helped myself to a cool drink and thought while Yiren read her book, which I recognized as a novel from my library. When she had gotten in there, I didn’t know, but in any case I was glad that she was making herself at home. 

It was odd, just sitting out here in the crisp, cool morning air with her, treating each other like long-term friends. I had known her for less than a week, and yet here we were, living out a moment I had never dreamed would happen. I had always wanted to meet her, talk to her. I never imagined our meeting looking like this, taking refuge in a shelter under threat of death. I used to see people at fansigns, longing to be in their positions, but by the time I knew a fansign existed, it had already happened and my chance of meeting them had vanished. But now here we were, chilling on a rooftop together.

We had been sitting there for a while, having started a conversation, what had to be a couple of hours, before Sihyeon came up and interrupted our conversation. 

“Finally, I’ve been looking for you two everywhere. I didn’t know where you’d gone.”

“We just came to watch the sunrise, unnie.” Yiren explained, dog-earing her book and setting it down on her table. 

“Yeah,” I said, “if we’re ever not downstairs anywhere, we’ll be up here.”

Sihyeon, having located us, headed back down for breakfast.

“For some reason,” Yiren said suddenly, gazing out over the landscape, “I tend to wake up early, I can never really sleep in. I go to bed earlier to make up for it.”

“Same with me,” I replied, “I usually wake up at about eight. I woke up earlier this morning. I haven’t been sleeping that well lately.”

“Probably because of the whole coming-to-korea-to-save-us-from-the-apocalypse thing. Airplanes can be very tiring. It’s also probably the stress from knowing the end is coming.”

All end-of-the-world scenarios aside, I had to be honest with myself, I was beginning to unwind. Her presence comforted me, as it had been nearly ten years ago when my parents had died on that fateful day. I had been told it was turbulence and the pilot lost control, but I knew better. When the remains of the plane were found, the remains of something else were found as well. When the news crew zoomed in on the shredded cockpit, a mangled Fukuro was found, along with the pilot, who had been snapped in two, claw marks all over his body. It was covered up to the best of the government’s ability, and most of the public never knew.

A deep, burning hatred for the Fukuri had grown inside me since I saw that mutilated beast in the ruined cockpit. I killed every one I came across, longing to put to rest the fury by knowing I had killed every last one of them.

Yiren watched my face as I immersed myself in these thoughts.

“You’re thinking about that plane crash, aren’t you?”

I looked at her and nodded. 

“If I die before every last one is dead, my mission isn’t over. They killed my parents, and I’ll avenge them.”

She leaned forward. “Kaito, I know you hate them. I would too. But you can’t do anything rash. You got hurt seriously by the one on the plane, what do you think would happen if you got cornered by, say, ten? Twenty?”

I said nothing. I knew she was right. 

She sighed. “All I’m saying is, you can’t handle them by yourself. If you go after them, at least get some help.”

I nodded. “I won’t. I know I shouldn’t, I’m just being stupid.”

She clasped my hand with hers, and it caused a jolt to go through me. “You’re not. What you’re feeling is completely natural, you just have to control it. Promise me you won’t go after them by yourself.”

I looked into her deep brown eyes, her having kneeled in front of me. She looked anxious, pleading.

“I promise. I give you my word. I won’t go after them by myself.”

She nodded. “Thank you. I don’t want to lose you to them, you all but saved my life.”

She took a seat next to me, crossing her legs and staring out at the trees.

“All this tension, this stress, it really gets to a person. Sometimes all we need is a chance to unwind and relax. A stress reliever.”

I frowned, not getting where this was going.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, being up here with you, surrounded by nature, in this nice weather, is a great way to relax. I’ve been so stressed the last few days, I’m feeling more relaxed now.”

I looked back over the trees, which were immersed in a layer of mist, the sunlight creating a haze in the fog. 

“I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

We talked a bit longer until I finished my drink, and then headed down to the dining room, where the usual Everglow chaos was happening. It had been a lot quieter on the roof. I wasn’t complaining, though; I had wanted to be in the thick of it for years.

It was about ten by this time, a good bit of the morning having been taken up by me and Yiren talking. The more I got to know her, the more I realized that I was quickly falling deeply in love with her. Not the love-at-first-sight kind of love, I mean true love. I had imagined the day when I would meet her, talk to her. I had never imagined that she would like me, nor that I would actually live with her. 

After breakfast had been sorted for everyone there, courtesy of the servants, Sihyeon and Mia went to film a Vlive, into which I was dragged unprotestingly. I was quickly introduced and then sent back out, not being a necessary addition. Soon enough people would know who I was and what I had done, and I knew there would be haters. There always are. I remembered when I was on Weverse in the Everglow community there was a guy who called himself Andrew-Ice. He was a bit of a creep, to say the least. Morning, afternoon, and night, he posted and commented on Weverse, generally ending with about the same thing: “My precious Yiren I love you my future wifey mua mua mua”, and the same emojis every time. He had gotten reported many times by a few faithful haters named Chat6, Thor, 지우, Andrea, and a couple of others, and always created new accounts, never giving up. I knew he would be one of the haters.

(A/N: This whole thing about Andrew-Ice is true, my friend Sang-Hoon, aka @bbsmuts, told me about it. He’s on Weverse, so is Kaito in the story, and the haters’ names are real as well. I hope they don’t mind being mentioned. If any readers are on Weverse on the Everglow community, go show said haters some support, because what Andrew is doing is twisted and creepy.)

Yiren approached me on the way out.

“Hey, I was thinking we could go for a swim in the pool outside. Assuming it’s heated, of course. What do you say?”

I didn’t object, since the pool was indeed heated and hot baths are very relaxing. I went to go change into my swimsuit and then headed to the elevators.

Jiwon was already coming out of the one I was standing in front of, dressed in workout clothes, a sheen of sweat visible on her hairline. 

“Been working out?” I asked as she stepped out.

“Of course,” she replied evenly, “can’t let myself get out of shape, now can I? You seem to do the same now and then.” She gestured to my torso, which I had indeed worked out a lot. “Where are you headed?”

“The pool up top. I think Yiren’s already there.”

“Oooooh. Not going to put the moves on her, are you?” She said, winking cordially. Always the typical suggestive self. I loved it.

I just smiled. In all honesty, I couldn’t promise anything, but she slipped away anyway, whistling ‘La Di Da’ cheerfully.

I selected floor 13, the roof, and then waited the few seconds necessary to arrive.

The doors opened, revealing a sight that took my breath away. The only word to describe how Yiren looked at this moment was, well, breathtaking. She was wearing a string bikini that I had never seen her in before, which left almost nothing to the imagination and nicely showed off her curves and cleavage. What am I talking about, the only things that were actually covered were her breasts themselves. Her toned stomach, hips, and thighs were on full display. The back of the bottom gave me an openly promiscuous visual that was matched by no other, leaving no part of her ass unexposed. I had seen pictures of her in tights, tight stage outfits, shorts, but nothing really compared to her bare ass right in front of me. She was so incredibly sexy it blew my mind, looking ten times as hot as normal.

“Get ahold of yourself, Kaito, you’re staring,” she said, playfully hitting my arm and smiling. Privately, I speculated that she really didn’t care. From the way she deliberately swayed her hips as she walked towards the pool, I knew I was correct.

“Oooh, that feels nice,” she sighed luxuriously as she sunk into the water, submerging everything but her head. “It’s not chlorinated, is it?”

“No,” I said, walking to the edge of the pool, “it’s saltwater. I don’t like chlorine, it messes up my hair.”

I hadn’t even finished the word ‘hair’ before she had taken a breath and dunked her head under. She resurfaced just in time to be caught in the face by a magnificent wave produced by my dive in and shielded her face as it pelted her.

I came up, laughing. She laughed a long with me, playfully splashing me back. We made our way to the ledge at the side of the pool, sitting down to talk more.

“Where did you get that bikini?” I asked, gesturing to her torso. “I’ve never seen you in it, and there aren’t many Everglow videos I haven’t seen.”

“You haven’t seen it because I’ve never worn it on camera, for obvious reasons. It was Jiwon unnie’s suggestion, she said the more is showing, the better it looks. You like it?”

I laughed again, giving it an appraising look. “Well, Jiwon wasn’t lying. It looks really sexy.”

The words were out of my mouth before I even thought of how they would sound, and I mentally cursed myself for not holding my tongue.

“Oh?” She said, throwing me a look that hinted very vaguely at something else. Could that look mean what I was interpreting it as? “You think it’s sexy?”

I felt the color rush to my face and attempted to take the remark back.

“No, that’s not what I meant - I only meant-“

She chuckled and slapped me on the arm again. “No, it’s fine. You look good, too.”

We sat and talked for a bit longer, and then I went to swim laps while she got out and sunbathed. Forty laps, fifty, I started to lose count as I swam my energy off. I was drained by the time I finally got out and collapsed onto a chair. 

“Had a nice swim?” Yiren asked cheerfully, setting down her book. “I finished another three chapters.”

“Nice and tiring, yes.” I rubbed my eyes. “I’m tired.”

“You should go sleep, you woke up early anyway. I’ll be fine here by myself.”

I agreed, so I went down to my bedroom, took off my swimsuit, and hit the sack.

…

I slept for what must have been an hour and a half before I woke on my own. No one was 

there, in this room or the other, and I could hear noise from upstairs. 

I got up and got dressed again, heading out to get some food. I was still a bit sore from the swim, but at least I wasn’t so tired anymore. Hwang-ja and I went to floor eight for a game of pool. One of Hwang-ja’s favorite pastimes was going to a pool hall with a couple of friends, so I had put one in here for just such an occasion. We had a couple of games and then sat down at the bar for a drink.

“So,” said Hwang-ja, once he had sat down with a shot of bokbunja. “This is life now. I’ve been thinking; what about all the other people out there? Are we just going to let them die while we sit playing pool and knocking shots back?”

I hesitated. If I told him my plan, the girls would know soon, and that wasn’t something I had been planning to tell them.

“Fine. I wasn’t planning to tell you this until it happened, but fine. You know the toxin in my sword that I told you about? Well, I have more. Much more. I can put it into bullets and all sorts of other things, which means that one day we could conceivably defeat the Fukuri and save the world.”

He took a moment to take this in and then shrugged. “Seems legit. When do you mean when you say ‘one day’? I looked on the news and this asteroid isn’t supposed to be here until January.”

“I guess January, then. Whenever the need arises.”

“I guess so. Until then, all we can do is wait.”

We finished our drinks and went back to pool for one last game. The elevator doors opened as I was arranging the balls in the triangle, and Yiren walked out of it. She had changed as well, changed into a rather sexy outfit. Tight black shorts and a light purple crop top. Her hair was let down and tied into a ponytail, and to be honest she looked stunning even in such a simple outfit.

“Sihyeon unnie said you two were playing pool up here?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” Hwang-ja said as I removed the triangle.

“Well, I’ve never played pool before, so I was wondering if you could teach me?”

“Sure.” I said, and she walked over to the table. “These balls that are in the triangle shape are put at the upper end of the table. You see the white ball? That’s the cue ball. You put that on the other side. The point of the game is to get all your balls into the pockets around the table. You use the cue to hit the cue ball into the other balls, and you’re trying to get one of your balls into a pocket with each shot. If you get the cue ball in the pocket, you end your turn and it’s the opponent’s turn. You can either have stripes or solids, depending on which you knock in first. If you knock one of your opponent’s balls into a pocket, it counts against you. If you get all your balls in the pockets, you move on to the 8 ball, which you try and get in a specific pocket of your choice. If you do that before your opponent, you win.”

She nodded. “Sounds simple enough. I’ve heard of this game.”

I turned to Hwang-ja. “You want the first game?”

He shook his head. “Nah, you can go.”

I gave Yiren a cue. “Do you want to cue first?”

“I take the first shot?”

“Yes. Go ahead, if you want to.”

“Okay. I’ve never done this before. You just aim the cue ball at the others?”

“Yes.”

She went to the end with the cue ball and lined up the tip of the cue with the ball. She drew it back and hit, sending the cue ball flying into the others. A striped red meandered its way to the edge of a pocket, then fell in.

“Yes! I got one in!” She exclaimed, cheering.

“Good job.” Even though it tipped the odds in her favor, it still made me happy to see her so joyful. “Okay, so if you get one in, it’s your turn again.”

She went around the table to where the cue ball was sitting, near the middle-left pocket, and aimed for a striped orange which was sitting about a half foot from the pocket. It would have to be a lucky shot, for a beginner like her. I doubted even I could have made that shot out of skill. She lined the cue up with the cue ball and hit it towards the orange ball, which shot off in the exact angle it needed to. The ball hit the rim of the pocket and then fell in.

“Wow!” I said, marveling at the shot while she whooped and cheered. “How did you do that?”

“I don’t know!” She exclaimed, leaping back around to the spot. “I didn’t think I would make that!”

“Well, it’s your turn again. Cue up.”

She went around to the cue ball again and looked for an opportunity. I saw one for her, but I kept my silence, waiting for her to find it. A striped green was sitting at the very edge of a pocket, just waiting to be hit.

“Ooh!” She said, finally spotting it. I smiled, still satisfied by her elation though it meant another loss for me. “Look at that one!”

She smacked the cue ball in the direction of the green ball. It struck the green and then, miraculously, didn’t fall in itself, rather skirting away from the pocket. 

I raised my eyebrows in surprise as she gaped at the cue ball. 

“That,” I said, “is unbelievable. How on Earth did you do that? That’s insane! It just avoided the pocket!”

She laughed. “I have no idea! I’m a natural pro, I guess! I think I’ll go for the purple next.”

Privately, I thought she’d have a lot of trouble getting that. Most pros could barely get that, it would require an insane amount of curve. She lined up the cue with the cue ball and hit it towards the purple ball, which skirted off a few inches from the pocket. It was fairly close, but it still missed.

“Ah, no…” She said, looking at the ball. 

“It was a good shot, anyway.” I said. “You nearly made it.”

“So it’s your turn now?”

“Yes.”

I took aim at a blue solid sitting about seven inches from a pocket and smacked the cue ball in its direction. It hit, a beautiful diagonal curve right into the pocket.

“Wow, you’re good.” Yiren said, having watched it take place. 

I smiled. It wasn’t that I was good, it was that she was a beginner and didn’t know what true skill was. I had been playing on and off with Hwang-ja over the past couple of years, but all she was experiencing was a bit of beginner’s luck. Unless she really was a natural pro. 

I took five more shots, four of which hit and the other of which missed. It was then her turn, and she hit four in. That meant she only needed to get one more in: the 8 ball.

“Okay, now you choose your pocket. Whichever you choose is the one you have to stick with.”

She chose the top right corner, which the 8 ball was about a foot from. The shot wouldn’t be too hard, a bit of luck was all that was required. She lined it up, made the shot, and the ball fell right in.

As she galloped around the room, whooping and cheering, I put the cues and the balls back in their places, feeling happy that she had won. I had never been a sore loser, but when I was losing to Yiren and therefore making her happy, it made it feel like a victory.

Hwang-ja went downstairs leaving me and Yiren by ourselves. 

She approached me slowly, seemingly undergoing an internal struggle. Nearer and nearer she came until she was standing right in front of me, less than a foot of distance separating us. 

“Good game.” I said weakly. 

“Thanks.” She whispered, an almost sensual twist to her voice. Unlike the usual high-pitched, cute-girl sound, her voice was lower and huskier, more like Jiwon’s now. Something about the look in her eye was catching me off guard, something that looked a lot like lust. It was startling, really. Less than three inches sat between our faces.

“I really like you, Kaito.”

The sentence robbed me of my breath. She meant it how I was taking it, no doubt at all. I said nothing.

“I know you feel it too.”

The more she talked, the more breathless I became. Her hand snaked up my arm and onto my shoulder. I could feel her hot breath on my face, her lips were an inch from mine. Closer and closer she came, and I felt a kiss coming for me, charging ruthlessly at me. The expression on her face showed lust beyond any shadow of a doubt. And then her arms wrapped around my shoulders and she kissed me.

My mind went completely blank, all thought disappeared from my head. Here I was, leaning against a pool table, Yiren’s arms around my neck, her lips touching mine. Despite the lack of thought, primal instinct reared like a cobra inside me and I responded. I kissed her back, one of my hands intertwining itself in her soft, aromatic hair. The other slid downwards and found the small of her back, instinctually pulling her towards me. A muffled, quiet moan escaped her, and all rational thought left me completely. My hand went further down, seeking out her ass. I pulled up on it, pushing her hips against mine. She grasped the back of my head, mashing her lips into mine, almost needily. I squeezed her ass with my hand and she moaned again, slightly louder. I could taste cherry on her lips.

She broke off, keeping her eyes closed for a moment. Then she opened them, and sense returned to both of us. She was flushed, and so was I, when I paid attention to it. Wordlessly, she turned away and walked into the elevator. The ding sounded, and I was left by myself, feelings of lust and slight shock the only things that prevailed in the raging hurricane of thoughts whirling in my head. Yiren just kissed me. Wang Yiren just kissed me. I kept thinking this over and over, not able to wrap my head around it. But it happened.

I went back downstairs. It was nearing dinnertime by this point. Yiren and Yurim wanted  to make something themselves, and the chefs graciously allowed them to use the kitchen. I knew that they were protective of their kitchen, but all of them were Forevers and immediately agreed to giving it up.

Yiren’s words to me were very restrained the rest of the evening. Clearly the consequences of our kiss earlier were being realized, and I realized them too. Jiwon was really good with computers, as I knew all too well, and with the extremely advanced computers I had in here, I was sure she could hack into my camera system pretty easily. Actually, I corrected myself, she could just look at the feed. All the computers had access to it. I made a mental note to change that. The last thing I needed was for anyone to come and have a livestream of me making out with Yiren.

Yiren and Yurim made beef bok choy for dinner, which was as always amazing. In fact, I had never had better, and that was saying something. My chefs had never made it, but I had had it in restaurants a few times. Nothing compared to their recipe.

After dinner all eight of us went up to the TV room to decide on a movie. 

“Hwang-ja,” I called to him over all the babble. “you ever seen A Quiet Place?”

“Yes, but I don’t know about them. I’m not sure they’d like it, though.”

“We can give it a shot, if it’s alright with everyone.”

“We can give what a shot?” Jiwon asked, overhearing the last sentence.

“It’s a movie called A Quiet Place.” I explained. “If you don’t like scary stuff, then maybe we shouldn’t play it.”

“Oh, we’re fine with it. Yiren likes someone to snuggle up to when something scary’s on, though. I’m sure you could handle that, right?” She winked.

She took my arm and led me away from Hwang-ja.

“Listen, I was on the computers earlier-“ My breath caught in my throat. “-and I was looking at the feed, mainly just to see all the areas of the cube again, and I couldn’t help but notice something as I saw the game room.”

She studied my expression, which I willed to be a nice poker face. That failed, so I settled for politely confused.

“Don’t pretend, Kaito. I know what you did, and I know you know what I’m talking about.”

I stared right back at her.

I dropped the act. “I’m not pretending anything. She kissed me, not the other way around. Is there a problem?”

“I saw you two kissing. I didn’t see you resist or do anything. In fact, I believe I saw your hand squeezing her ass. And as for your question…well, to be perfectly honest, I have absolutely no problems. But I’m not so sure about the others. I’m happy Yiren’s finally found someone she likes, but I don’t know whether the others will approve of her choice. After all, she’s only known you for a week. You need to be careful.”

I shrugged. “That’s fair. But it would be better, then, if you kept this between the three of us. She doesn’t know you know yet, so that can stay a secret as well.”

“Fine. All I’m saying is, don’t just go and grope her every chance you get, you’ll get noticed.”

Ultimately, the decision rested on A Quiet Place, and so it started with Marco Beltrami’s track ‘It Hears You’. I sat next to Yiren, and she leaned against me the entire movie, giving a small jerk with every jumpscare. About an hour in, she grasped my hand and pulled it into her lap. I looked at her, and she met my gaze. Once my eyes found hers, I found myself unable to look away. The look she was giving me, it was one of lust again. Her gaze held me, like a snake with a snake charmer’s flute. 

A while later the movie finished with the last cock of the shotgun, a nice cliffhanger. I knew how the story ended with the second movie, of course, but it was a cliffhanger all the same. The lot of us went off to prepare for bed.

After brushing of teeth, drinks of water and a lot of “goodnight”s, everyone went to bed. All except Hwang-ja, who wanted to talk to a servant about something. As I was preparing to undress and get into bed, the door to Everglow’s room opened and Yiren slipped out.

“Oh, hi Yiren.” I said casually.

She didn’t answer, instead walking closer, the same look in her eye. I stopped in my tracks, freezing like a deer in headlights as she approached. She was close, too close for this to mean anything except what I thought. 

“Stop playing, Kaito.” She stopped in front of me. 

“What do you mean?” I asked, acutely aware of the short distance between us. “You aren’t meaning…”

Of course she was. She reached up and gripped my collar, pulling me towards her. I noticed, among the other things fighting for dominance in my head, that my automatic light system had dimmed it to my “romantic” setting, allowing for barely any visibility, though I could see Yiren clearly. 

Then she was kissing me again, and I felt the all too familiar brain error as all rational thought vanished. She pulled me forward more, and collapsed on the bed, dragging me along with her. I landed between her legs.

“Yiren…I can’t…we can’t do this…”

The thrill-seeking part of me sharply disagreed with my rational side. I just remained there, trying to decide what to do. Spoiler alert, my thrill-seeking side won. 

“Yiren…” I said, “You’re too fucking hot, I can’t resist you…but we shouldn’t…”

The look on her face told me she didn’t want to be resisted. 

“S-shit, I can’t hold back.”

I pressed myself down harder, kissing her roughly while undoing my shirt. She undid the first few buttons on her pajamas, revealing nothing but pure skin. I removed my shirt entirely, tossing it carelessly onto the ground. She removed hers as well, and I felt my breath catch as I looked at her. Her sexy, petite breasts were truly a sight to see. Despite my own misgivings about moving further, I felt my cock grow hard and strain against my boxers and pants. She felt it, and the look of pure lust intensified. She reached to her waistband and yanked, pulling her shorts to her ankles. She kicked them off, and I stood back, my mind literally blown at the sight. Her body was amazing, not a blemish or imperfection to be seen. Not a lot needs to be said for what was between her thighs, it looked so appealing that I could feel my reservations about fucking her actively disappearing. She shifted herself back on the bed and spread her legs wider.

I rid myself of my own pants, leaving my erection pointing at her. I had one last, brief thought of the consequences, and it was quickly vanquished by desire.

I walked forward and climbed onto the bed. She got up and repositioned herself between my legs, and I knew what was coming. She took hold of my cock and looked at me, silently checking if what she was about to do was okay, and I nodded.

She lowered her head and her warm mouth enveloped my dick. She seemed a little nervous, and her movements were stifled and unsure. I closed my eyes as she started bobbing her head up and down, going lower and lower. My hands gripped the bedsheets like a vice and I let out an involuntary groan of pleasure as she took the first inch down her throat. Her tension and nervousness was visibly dissolving, I could see her confidence rising as fast as my pleasure. I didn’t know where she had gotten so skilled at this, but her tongue seemed to have a mind of its own. Her ability was superhuman.

As much as I tried to stop them, my hands left the bedsheet and intertwined themselves in her hair, pushing her head further down on me. She didn’t need them, however, and pushed her own head down by herself. A few beads of sweat were gathering at my hairline, and she pushed deeper. Before long she would be sucking my entire length. Deeper and deeper she pushed until I bottomed out in her throat. She gagged and choked but didn’t let up. I moaned as she squeezed me with her throat and sucked with her mouth, both sensations sending my pleasure through the roof. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” I said, teeth gritted in an effort not to. 

She herself moaned as she dislodged my cock from her mouth.

“Already? I’ve barely started.”

“You’re so good at this, where did you learn it?”

“I’ve never done this before, I guess it’s just skill.”

She went down again and made me bottom out. 

“You’re - fuck - just good at - oh my god yes - everything you try, aren’t you? Fuck, this feels so good.”

She looked pleased with herself and kept bobbing her head, getting fully into it now. I could see her getting turned on by her own movements. I saw one of her hands move down, slide below her stomach, and disappear between her thighs. A moment later, she started moaning into my cock, the vibrations increasing the sensation of her throat tight around it. She popped off and licked me from base to tip, swirling her tongue around my tip, causing shudders to run through me. She took my cock in her hand, rapidly moving up and down, and lowered her head to my balls, licking and sucking with all she had. I groaned again, cursing under my breath as she shoved me towards my peak. She was clearly a natural, like she said. Every movement brought me closer, like a tidal wave that was cresting, unable to be stopped. She struggled a bit to fit my whole length, but she pushed harder, and gagged when she reached the base. 

I didn’t want to cum so soon, but she was too skilled, she was making me feel too good to hold it in. I strained with the effort, but it was in vain.

“Yiren, I’m cumming,” I gasped, tipping my head back as the feeling took me over. “Fuck, you’re making me cum…ahh!”

My mind went blank as the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced tore through me.  I pulled her head down and exploded in her throat with a barely controlled groan, almost a roar. My eyes rolled into my head as the pleasure invaded my entire being. My head lolled back on its own, and I kept her head there until the last spurt, and she took her time pulling her head away, giving a few more bobs before finally letting go. She sat back, panting and gasping. 

“That was fucking incredible,” I said, still laying back with my eyes shut. “How are you so good if you’re new to it?”

“I don’t know. Natural talent, I guess.”

“Well, I have something else we can do…a thank you for your efforts, if you will.”

I turned her over and took her place, settling myself between her legs. I lowered my head to her wet pussy and flicked her clit with my tongue, a well-practiced technique that I had used to drive many girls out of their minds with orgasmic pleasure. She tensed and gave a small whimper, meaning it had the desired effect. I did it again, and she squirmed with another cute whine of pleasure. 

“Kaito, I don’t know what you’re doing, but keep doing it,” she moaned.

I was all too glad to comply, running my tongue back and forth over her clit repeatedly. 

“Oh my god, that feels so good!” she cried out, squirming more and moaning. “Don’t stop!”

Instead of messing with her clit more, I decided to go for it. I plunged my tongue into her pussy, eliciting a cry of bliss from her. Her toes curled and I dragged my mouth across her slit, another high-pitched “ahh” leaving her lips. I pushed my tongue deeper inside her and she bit her lip hard to keep from shouting out. 

I swiped my tongue around in her, and she arched her back with another cry. 

“I feel something building up,” she gasped, bucking her hips against my face. 

I knew all too well what it was and it spurred me on, and my swipes at her slit became harder and faster, pushing her towards her climax as fast as she had pushed me. 

“I feel it more, it feels so good,” she moaned, clutching at my hair and pulling my face into her bucking hips. “Kaito, what’s happening I - I feel so warm and good all of a sudden, like something’s coming-“

Something, or should I say someone, was coming, and it was her. Her words became a senseless string of moans as she got closer.

“Oh my god, yes, don’t stop, I’m about to - oh yes, it’s coming!”

With a loud squeak and a drawn-out moan, she climaxed, pulling my head into her pussy as she squirted all over me. Her tension relaxed and her hands fell to her sides.

“I’m s-sorry,” she said shakily, still looking blissful. “I didn’t mean to - do that.”

“It’s alright. It happens.”

“W-what was that? Why did that happen?”

“Well,” I said thoughtfully, “you know what happens when I cum? How good I feel? Well, that’s you cumming. It’s an amazing experience.”

“I’ve never done any of this, it just feels so good, I want to do more.”

“What you and I just did is blowjobs, and there’s sex. Of course, there’s more than that, but Hwang-ja might be up soon.

“I’m still hard, don’t waste any time.”

She climbed on top of me, and she seemed unsure again. I was hard as a rock again from eating her out. 

“You seem unsure, you’ve never done this before, right?”

She hesitated. “No. I tore my hymen running once…god, that hurt…but I’ve never had sex.”

“Huh. Well, I’ll show you.”

I guided her to my cock, and she inhaled sharply when my tip brushed her. 

“It’s just - I’m new to all of this, I don’t know what to expect, I’m a little nervous.”

“It’s okay. I was nervous my first time as well. Just let me handle it, and you’ll be fine.”

I lined my throbbing head up with her pussy, and slowly pushed inside. It was more difficult than I had expected, her tight hole was very unyielding. She was looking down in surprise, obviously not the sensation she had expected. With one final determined thrust, I bottomed out inside her and moaned, eliciting a shocked cry from her. She was insanely tight, and she clenched her pelvic muscles, it felt like a vice. 

She took a second to get used to it. Then she looked at me questioningly. 

“Okay, now all you do is grind your hips back and forth, kind of a humping motion.”

She flipped her hair behind her head and leaned over, supporting her weight on her arms, slowly grinding her hips like I said, giving soft moans in time with her gyrations. It felt good, simply due to the fact that she was tighter than anyone I’d ever fucked before, but not as good as it might have. Her movements were rather mechanical, and after a bit I decided to do it myself to give her a good first time.

“Okay, let’s try something different.” I flipped her over and pushed her thighs apart, burying myself to the hilt in a single thrust, and she cried out, no lip bite or anything.

“Ahh, fuck yes,” I sighed, arching my back to push further inside her.

I pushed even harder, squeezing a faint “ah” from her. I drew my hips back, waited a moment, and then started relentlessly railing her with complete abandon.

It was better than I had ever imagined. She was so tight it made my head spin with pleasure, and she herself clearly loved it.

“Oh, it feels so much better when you do it! Oh my god, yes, yes, yes, keep going!”

I thrusted faster and harder, fucking her more relentlessly than anyone ever before. Maybe it was because she was Yiren, a girl I had loved since I laid eyes on her, or maybe it was from raw lust, but I fucked her brutally. 

Words utterly failed Yiren as I plowed her, instead a string of moans and indecipherable nonsense escaping her. A sheen of sweat was gathering all over me from the effort, and I pressed myself down on her, flattening her thighs against the mattress for maximum penetration. I squeezed her breasts ruthlessly, ramming her into the bed. Her mouth had fallen open in a state of utter euphoria, sound having temporarily denied her. I felt her clit hit my base with every stroke.

“Oh my god, Kaito, I’m gonna c-cum again,” she said, panting and moaning. “I can feel it again…”

“Do it, cum for me Yiren. Fuck, you’re so tight, you feel so fucking good.”

Before she reached her peak I flipped her over again and pushed her down so she was laying and her ass was sticking up in the air. 

I plunged right back in, and her pleasured screams were drowned in the pillow. She lifted her face from the pillows and let out her expressions of the bliss she was feeling, pushing herself up on her arms so I fucked her in doggy. 

“I’m - gonna - cum!” she said, saying each word in time with my strokes. “I feel it again!”

I was nearing another climax myself, and it overtook me before I even caught up with reality. 

“Shit, I’m cumming again,” I groaned, “I’m fucking cumming, oh my god, fuuuck.”

I stopped thrusting and sheathed myself to the root inside her, at last blowing my load deep into her womb. At the same time I exploded like a box of fireworks inside her, she tipped over the edge herself.

“Oh, I’m cumming again!” She cried, toes curling and fingers clenched around the sheets. “Feels so good, I’m cumming again, f-fuck!”

With a last moaning sob of pleasure, she met her second ever orgasm head on, the feeling overwhelming both of us as she squirted on me again. Her legs gave out and she collapsed on the bed, panting and breathing heavily. I crawled forward and lay down next to her, not even caring about the consequences of what we had done before falling asleep.

[boltupbitches]

Sliding in the DMs Part VIII

WARNING: 18+ CONTENT AHEAD

(also there is likely a few typos and mistakes. I'll go through and clean up on a later date.)

Joey was on the phone talking with Nick about recovery for an upcoming game when his phone pinged. “Yeah I mean I’d try that…” He trailed off as he saw the notification that Arty had just posted on her Instagram stories.

“Yeah I’m thinking of maybe trying water-based workouts in the off season. We could hit up Mike when we’re back in Fort Lauderdale and -” “Are you fucking kidding me?” Joey suddenly snaps.

Nick pauses for a few moments and said, “Dude it’s just water workout. What’s the fucking problem?”

“No - not that. Fucking Arty with her fucking shit..” Joey bitched.

“The girl you’re dating with the hot sister?” Nick asked.

“Yes - wait - how do you know she has a sister?” Joey asked.

“Not gonna lie - I looked her up when you mentioned Arty’s real name. Wasn’t hard to find since you followed her. Then, I found a pic of her sister tagged in it and did a follow request. She’s a real hotty.” Nick drew out.

“That’s a conversation for another time. Why the fuck is she out with this dude? She must really want me to fucking show up there because I told her I’m not playing these fucking games.” Joey rages.

She shared an additional video in her stories of a tiktok with the sound "Ladies unless he asks you to be his girlfriend you're single."

“Did she tag the location?” Nick asked, suddenly more animated again in the conversation. “I’d show up if I were you.”

“No she fucking didn’t. I’m texting her now.” Joey said.

After a string of angry texts he sent her, he told Nick he’d call him back and quickly tried her cellphone. After the third ring, he got her voicemail. He hung up and tried again two more times. By the fourth try he decided to leave her a message. “Artemis Thermopoli - you think this is fucking funny? Do you really want to play games? I fucking warned you not to go with that fucking guy tonight and you did anyways. Drop the fucking address because I swear to god that I’ll call every goddamn restaurant in the LA radius that’s open this late until you fucking answer me back. I told you I’m not fucking playing this game with you - you’re my goddamn girl.”

He hung up and flung his phone on the couch, panting heavily as he suddenly got up and paced the floor. The nearby decorative vase his mom picked out was sticking out to him in a way that somehow managed to enrage him further. He picked it up and chucked it across the room, watching it shatter into pieces on the floor. He paced some more before dropping back down onto the couch, this time face first and cussing into the throw pillow beneath him. 

Just as he was about to make good on his word about calling every restaurant open at 10:30pm in the LA area, his phone pinged again. He quickly snatched it off the coffee table and opened the Instagram app again.

Arty was sharing to her stories again. This time, a picture of a dinner plate with the caption, “Pi on Sunset is one of the best mediterranean restaurants in West Hollywood 🥙.”

Joey felt a mix of anger burst in him and then excitement. He was for sure crashing this date. Without a fucking doubt. Opening his contact to her in imessage, he saw that she had read his texts 5 minutes ago, choosing to leave him on ‘read’. He’d get her back for that too. 

Snatching his keys off his kitchen table, he ran out the door, stopping for just a moment to lock his door and text a quick “omw” to her before getting in his car and taking off down the street. 

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“So… what do you do other than work in finance? Any hobbies?” Arty asked with fake interest.

The man sitting across from her, Jared, was ok… he seemed like a decent guy overall. He had a good paying job, was well-educated, polite and not inappropriate, conventionally attractive… he just wasn’t Joey. And that bothered Arty that since meeting Joey Bosa, there had been no other man that compared to him and how insane her attraction was to him. 

Prior to seeing Joey, she didn’t ever consider the athlete type. Her ex-boyfriend from a few years ago was a skinny guy who did graphic design part-time and worked at Starbucks.  And prior to that she dated a guy that worked as a nurse who was also of average build.

Joey had an impressive physique, an addictive personality, and Arty had never experienced such an attraction to anyone else before that she was experiencing with him.

Just as Jared was listing off his hobbies (golfing being one of them - no surprise there), Arty felt her phone vibrate on her lap. She discreetly peaked down at her screen and saw a text from Joey saying, “omw” and suddenly, with the burst of excitement and elation at the idea of him coming there for her, she stared back at an oblivious Jared with all the attention in the world.

She just hoped the LAPD didn’t arrest Joey who was likely speeding to get there from his place. 

“You know, Jared, it’s been a great night getting to know you, but I know we’re both expecting an early morning tomorrow. I’ll flag the waitress down for our bill.” She said sweetly, painting a kind smile, hoping he’d say ok so she could just wait for Joey outside.

Jared, oblivious to her internal turmoil, waved his hand dismissively. “No, that’s fine Artemis. I’m going to order us dessert before we go.” 

Arty’s smile slipped slightly and her brow twitched in annoyance. She didn’t need his permission to do so, she was telling him she wanted to get the bill and end the date. “Well, I think -”

Just then the waitress walked up to them, “Will you two be ordering anything else?”

“No, we’re go-” “Yes, please” Jared interrupted her. 

Arty shot him an incredulous glare that he’d do so, but he wasn’t even looking at her as he picked up the tiny dessert menu next to him and was perusing the menu. “That’s not needed.” Arty said kindly, “I don’t want any.”

Again, Jared ignored her and told the waitress, “Two slices of the New York style cheesecake, please.”

The waitress looked at Arty curiously for a minute, who was too busy staring irately at her date to notice the confirmation.

Jared nodded at the waitress who thanked them and walked off to get their order. “You seem like a cheesecake girl.”

“Oh?” Arty asked flatly, no longer pretending to give a fuck about the date after he rudely interrupted her and ignored her. “I’m more of a cannoli or baklava girl actually.”

“I don’t know what the second one is.” Jared said, “Is it Indian or something?”

Arty stared for a moment - caught off guard by his remark. This guy after all told her he loved Greek food, but yet didn’t know the most popular dessert dish in not only Greece, but the Mediterranean. “No, it’s Greco-Turkish food. Super popular in the Mediterranean.”

“Never heard of it.” He took a sip of his wine. “So, I was thinking we could do this again sometime if you’d like.”

“Well, honestly -”

“She can’t because she’s already got a boyfriend, buddy!” Joey called as stomped around the corner, a nervous waiter following after him, trying to get him to stop. 

“Joey!” Arty perked up.

“Joey?” Jared stared in confusion at her before looking at the hulking figure of the 6’5” outside linebacker stomping their way. “What - I mean.. Wait - Joey Bosa?” He pointed at Joey.

“Joey I’m on a date!”

"It's over. Tell your boy you're in a relationship." He demanded

“Sir - I am going to have to ask you to leave before I call the police. We are not only getting ready to close, but you also have no reservation here.” The waiter buts in, reaching his hand out to stop Joey from approaching any further.

“I’m here for my girlfriend and then I’ll be out of your fucking restaurant.” He said rudely. “Arty, I told you that I’d be on my way. Let’s fucking go.”

Arty smiled at him and said, “Girlfriend? I don’t see a girlfriend here. I think you’ve mistaken me with someone else Joey.” She was very coy about it, hoping he’d take the bait.

“Artemis Thermopoli. We will do this one of two ways: we walk out hand in hand or I carry your ass over my shoulder and out the door. You decide and do it quick. I’m over this shit.” He snapped.

Arty pretended to think for a moment before turning to Jared and saying, “Sorry, Jared. But I think for your sake and that poor waiter’s sake,” Who of which was heading to the front desk to call the police while a nearby hostess was watching their scene unfold with rapt attention, “I’ll be heading out with my good friend here.” She tossed a fifty on the table to cover her portion of the meal. “Enjoy the cheesecake.”

She got her coat, draped it over her shoulder and walked towards Joey.

“Can we do this again sometime?” Jared called.

“I think the fuck not unless you want a visit while you’re in the hospital, dude.” Joey answered for her, shooting a murderous glare at him.

“Woah - no problem dude. I got it. She’s your girl,” He laughed nervously, “I had no idea she was taken. Big fan by the way. Go Buckeyes!” He stuck both hands up in surrender.

Joey made an unimpressed ‘hmm’ sound and started walking back the way he came. Arty following after him. 

He stopped at the front and asked, “So, you call the police yet?”

The hostess, who had since made it to the front, answered, “Nope. Do you need a private room to speak? What can we get you?” Her eyes darted to Arty curiously.

“No need. I got what I was here for.” He said and waved in thanks at them.

Joey walked out the door and turned towards Arty who was still walking behind him. He reached his hand out and she swatted it away. He grunted and tried to grab her hand, only for her to once again swat it. “Knock the shit off, Arty!”

“Nope. Only boyfriend and girlfriend hold hands.” She said pointedly. “I’ll get an Uber and meet you back at my apartment.”

Joey chuckled darkly. “Again with this shit.. And the fuck you are. I’ll give you a ride back to my place for the night.”

Arty ignored him and got on the Uber app. She slipped her jacket on and was searching for a driver when suddenly she was up in the air and facing downwards, with a loud grunt from beneath her, she found herself over the shoulder of Joey, her head facing the rear of him as he walked in the direction of his car.

“Joey - are you fucking serious? What the fuck?” She shouted, taking her free hand and slapping him on the ass. Her palm stinging from colliding with nothing but firm muscle. “Put me down.”

“We’re almost there. Stop yelling.”

“Seriously, if you drop me, I’m going to be so pissed and I’ll never talk to you again.”

“You’re not even half my weight. I lift weights heavier. You’re fine.” He stopped walking and gingerly put her down on her feet, being sure to steady her as she was wearing heels. He paused to look her over from head-to-toe. “You look beautiful tonight, babe.”

Arty blushed and was flustered at the compliment. “Thanks.. But I’m still mad at you!”

“No you’re not.” He rolled his eyes. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have been teasing me all fucking night. I swear you like seeing me lose it over you.”

“I do not!”

“You do.” He stared in amusement at her, “I fucking know you do. You get some type of sexual kick from this? You make me so mad I just want to fuck the brattiness out of you.”

Arty felt the heat in her stomach pull at his words. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Joey nodded in amusement and opened the passenger door for her, “Alright. Get in.” He looked at her expectantly.

She begrudgingly did so with him closing the door after her. He slid in on his side and buckled up, starting his car and pulling out of the parking lot onto the glitzy West Hollywood streets.

On the drive back to his place he suddenly says, “Artemis Renee Thermopoli.. you just love to piss me off, don’t you?”

He’s gripping the wheel in a vice grip and not looking at her. He’s pissed again, radiating anger. Arty is squirming in the passenger seat with excitement and happiness. She knows what’s coming.

“Sometimes.” She says innocently. 

Joey was a block from his house when he turned towards her at the red light and said, “Any plans you got tomorrow are going to need canceled cause there is no way you’re walking after tonight.”

“Is that a threat?” She asked.

“Nope - a fucking promise.”

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Arty was crying out loudly as she lay with her head pressed against the bunched up comforter beneath her. Joey was railing her from behind with so much force, she had to grip the corner of the mattress to keep from moving forward with each thrust.

Joey had his hand pressed into her back, keeping her back arched a certain way that he knew she liked and the other gripping her waist tightly to hold her in place. Even in his ‘punishment’ for her he prioritized her pleasure. Nothing beat seeing her this way, so raw and vulnerable to him.

The second they made it in the doorway of his house he had her dress up and over her head, legs around his waist, and her back pressed into the wall as they made out.

At some point, after fucking on the couch and the island in his kitchen, they made it to his bedroom. 

Something Joey had never experienced before Arty was sex with someone with just as high of a stamina. He once asked her if she was a nymphomaniac and she unabashedly said, “yeah. If it’s good sex, I love it.” And he wouldn't lie that it for sure boosted his ego a bit to know she enjoyed it so much with him.

Just as he felt his sack tighten, he felt Arty’s hand push against him, letting him know to stop. He did so immediately and pulled out. “You ok?” He gasped, “Too much?”

“No, no.” She gasped and sat up. “I wanna ride you.” She was panting, her makeup smudged and her face flushed with red. Joey thought she looked beautiful. “Please, Joey.” She broke his daydream.

Joey nodded and sat back against the pillows towards the headboard. Arty mounted him, pressing her hand on the center of his chest, toying with the chest hair growing there, before gasping as she sunk down on his cock. “Fuckkk.” She moaned as Joey dropped his back in bliss at the warmth the enveloped his member. “It’s so big..” She breathed into his ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

“All for you.” Joey panted back.

“All for me?” She asked breathily, looking into his eyes as she bit her lip and increased her pace.

Joey nodded and said, “And you’re all for me? My girl?” He asked hopefully.

Arty grinned at that and nodded. “All for you, baby.” She gripped his hand in hers and pressed it against the part of her chest where her heart was. 

Joey smashed his lips into hers as he picked up the speed and pistoned into her from below.

Arty moaned against his lips and pulled away suddenly. “I’m gonna cum again!” She cried as she felt the familiar knot build in her belly.

“Come on, baby. Let me see you.” Joey reached down and rubbed furiously at her sensitive nub. 

Arty opened her mouth with a silent scream as her vision blackened at the intensity of her orgasm.

Joey followed a few moments after, the gush of her cumming and the tightness enveloping his cock being too much for him.

He laid back spent as Arty leaned into his chest, equally soaked in sweat, body sore, and sated in her appetite. 

Joey chuckled and said, “I just realized that I never really did ask you to be my girlfriend. So, to make sure what we just said earlier counted.. Will you be my girlfriend, Arty?”

Arty smiled bashfully at him and nodded. “Of course. It’s all I’ve wanted since day one.” She admitted.

Joey smiled lovingly at her and said, “I fucking love you.” 

Arty stared in absolute shock at that. Too stunned to speak.

Joey, finally realizing what he admitted, said, “Shit. That’s too soon. I’m sorry. You’re not expected to say it back. I wasn’t fucking thinking and I’m such a fucking idiot -” 

“I love you too.”

“I mean - wait - what?” He asked dumbly.

“I love you too.” She smiled adoringly up at him, still laying against him in their post coital bliss. “I am pretty fucking crazy about you in a way I’ve never been about anyone else. I love all of you.”

“Nose and all?” He joked weakly, his eyes stinging a bit with tears.

“Nose and all.” She confirmed, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. 

They made out languidly before Arty lifted off of him, separating with a hiss as he slipped out of her.

“You want to take a bath?” Joey asked her. 

She nodded and held her hands out. “You’re gonna have to carry me there, caveman. You broke my pussy and my legs for the next day or so.”

Joey chuckled and lifted her up, carrying her towards the bathroom. He sat her on the toilet as he got the bath ready.

As the water was warming up, he felt Arty staring at him. Finally, he turned and asked her, “What are you staring at?” He was playful.

“Just a man I love deeply who is also my boyfriend.”

“Wow - sounds like a real winner.” He joked.

“Oh, he is. He also has a big dick.” She said bluntly causing Joey to cough loudly at that. “Which I love because -”

Joey held a finger to her lips. “We are literally taking a bath to help you with being sore from almost four rounds of sex. Don’t start what you can’t finish.”

Arty winked at him mischievously, “My mouth and hands are working just fine, baby.”

Joey groaned at that and said, “What am I going to do with you?”

Arty shrugged, “Love me, feed me, and fuck me.”

“A way to a woman’s heart.” Joey said sarcastically.

#joey bosa #joey bosa fanfiction #joey bosa imagines #joey bosa imagine #sliding in the dms

[eiightysixbaby]

Okay. So. Serious question here. Curiosity-born, not me trying to be a dick.

Jonathan has proven over and over to be a great brother to Will (especially the loving and accepting way he reacted to Will's not-coming out coming out, which is as big a deal as Steve's acceptance of Robin given how things were in the 80s when it came to non-cishet folks and doubly so in small towns... a mindset that still carries on in small towns to this day, unfortunately) and son to Joyce. We can tell he loves his family a lot and would do anything for them.

But... -Making Nancy enter and leave the house through the window instead of the door, as if Joyce wouldn't know she was there (season 3) -Being dismissive and basically misogynistic in essentially telling Nancy to suck it up and deal with the abuse she gets at the Post for the sake of his future career (season 3) -The non-con undies pics of Nancy w/ and w/o Steve involved (season 1) -Lying to Nancy about college (season 4)

How do you reconcile these things? Especially that third one.

for the first point, I think you’re reading too far into it. they’re teens being teens. they think they’re slick and they’re probably not.

second point, both jonathan and nancy are ignorant to the others’ point of view during that argument. they’re both right in some ways, and wrong in some ways, and they both realize afterwards that they said some fucked up things. I also don’t think it’s solely for the sake of his future career. he wants better for her, too, he knows she wants to work for the paper. and so he’s hoping they’ll both gain experience and move up. he’s obviously not understanding that the men of the company don’t view her as anything other than a servant, but I think after that blowout fight he realizes how wrong he was.

third one. the photos are wrong. in my opinion, jonathan knows this, even as he’s taking them. we clearly see, especially in season one, how alone and socially awkward jonathan is. I’m not saying this as an excuse for taking the photos, but I truly believe what he said when he told nancy that when he takes photos, it’s because they often tell a story and say things the people won’t actually say out loud in real life. he doesn’t talk to people, really, but he looks at things from his artistic perspective and maybe gets far too caught up in that. I think initially, before clothes started to come off, he was like “oh, an interesting photo opportunity”…. and then it just got way further out of hand. does any of this make it right? no! but he apologizes for his wrongdoings and we never see him do anything creepy again. he clearly learned from that.

fourth, I think he’s literally just scared. he’s not trying to be a dick, but he doesn’t want to disappoint the girl he loves so much. he went along with her dreams and finally realized it’s not what he wants, and it’s obviously going to be a shock to her when he tells her he changed his mind. he also probably understands that dropping a bomb like that on her over the phone or something, would suck.

#leah’s got mail 💌 #jonathan byers

[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Never Say Never

Warning: none, fluff Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader (mostly gn but at the end I use female pronouns)

Summary: Rachel talks you into a tarot card reading which may influence your future.

"Is it really that good of an idea?" You looked over to the girl. You could see the excitement in her eyes. "Yeah, please! I practiced with Gar, Kory and Konner. All my readings were correct."

You shook your head before shrugging. "Let's do it. But if you curse me, I will haunt you in your dreams." Your eyes glowed dangerously blue. Rachel only shrugged. "Won't do it. I swear on my grimoire." You nodded in satisfaction.

She gave you the deck of tarot cards to shuffle. One card fell out while you shuffle. You wanted to pick it up and put it pack but Rachel shook her head, "First rule, if a card falls out it's a sign." You nodded slowly before resuming your shuffling.

"When you feel like you shuffled enough you can pick your other cards." You stopped and laid the deck in front of you, "How many do I pick?" Rachel looked up from her cheat sheet, "Five. When you picked them I will tell you what they mean." You nodded before picking the four missing cards.

Raven placed them in front of you. The one which fell out of the deck in the middle, the second you picked on the right, the third on the left. You gave her the fourth and she put it above the first card. The fifth and last one you put under the first. You exactly looked at the young sorceress and waited for further instructions. "Now you pic one by one like in the order I showed you. Every time you pick a card I will tell you the meaning."

You nodded and picked the first. Rachel smiled at you. " So the first cards position is to ask yourself if you are ready. You picked the hermit. This means you explore or are still exploring your life as a single. It could also mean you are afraid of being alone even if you are in a relationship. So you have to ask yourself if you are ready to enter a relationship." Your eyes were a little wide. Maybe there was some truth in the cards.

You pointed at the next one, "Can I?" Rachel nodded. You picked the card and turned it over. Rachel looked at it once before looked back up at you. "Your partner is self-confident, spirited, fun-loving, proud, strong-willed and passionate. Interesting! I want to meet your future partner right now." You only shook your head. A little heat rising up your cheeks.

"What's next?" "How are you gonna meet?" Rachel exclaimed. You turned over the card. The tower. "You will meet suddenly." She wriggled her eyebrows at you. You rolled your eyes pointing at the next one. "Tell me the meaning of the next card. What is its saying?"

"How will the relationship be? Let's have a look. Oh the emperor. You will be each other’s safe heaven. You will give each other stability." You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. After so many guys drained you emotionally you wanted one good relationship. Maybe even your last one.

You turned over the last card and looked over to the sorceress, raising one eyebrow. "You will care for each other. You tell each other every desire, ideas and wishes. So the potential of this relationship is big."

Your eyes stayed on the cards in front of you for a long time. Before Rachel could get you out of your trance Dick walked into the room. You jumped while Rachel smirked. "Hello ladies. What's going on?"

Rachel shrugged, "I'm only telling our dear Y/n her future. Oh my, I think I forgot to read something very important. " The teenager sprang up from her chair, picked up her cards and darted out of the room.

With panic written over your face and bleeding eyes you watched Rachel walk out of the room. Dick took the place from Rachel and smiled. “What was it about.” You looked down. Suddenly the table top became very interesting. “I heard Gar talking about Rachel telling futures with the help of tarot cards. The last time I had someone tell me my future was in the circus.” You looked up and smiled softly. “It was really silly.” Dick raised an eyebrow, “Really? I overheard Conner and Gar talking and it seemed everything Rachel told them came true.” You shrugged, “Maybe I wanna believe in what she said but know it won’t come true.”

Dick took your hand which was laying on the table in his. With his thumb he caressed the back of your hand softly. “Never say never! Maybe someday it will come true what Rachel told you.” You looked into his shiny orbs. Oh, how you want it to be true.

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[time-bone-swap-au]

Season 4 Spoilers! I’ve given up putting it on Read More!

MK actively struggles to make a new form when it comes to shapeshifting (since LBD can shapeshift into 3 different forms, then she can shapeshift)

When mimicking LBD’s shapeshifting powers, he really needs to create a new persona, and mostly if not, every time he tries to create one persona, it comes out wrong. Symbolizing that unlike LBD, MK isn’t a perfectionist, he isn’t going to master all of LBD’s powers right away.

Glamour however, for his human form has been established his whole life, which is why even though he is monkey, he can still maintain his human form.

Examp are in the pics.

First Photo: MK’s form is obvious that he’s a demon, his skin is pale, his eyes are glowing. (Also Demon Assistant is dead, that’s one of the changes in the timeline, she was dead prior to the series)

Second Photo: MK attempts to personafy an old man, however, he looks like a middle-aged man, and his skin is again, pale.

Third Photo: MK perfectly replicates an old woman, but her eyes glow.

Fourth Photo: The girl he replicates is a mixture of his monkey form and a human girl, the hair and eyes are pale white almost ghostly.

This is a power he doesn’t have a good grasp on, because 72 transformations is quite different from shapeshifting for LBD, where she has to create an entirely new persona, while 72 transformations requires one to become one with the spirit of the transformation.

#lego monkie kid #lmk au #time bone swap au #lmk mk #lmk lady bone demon #lmk qi xiaotian #lmk bai he #lmk jin #lmk yin #fake screenshot

[kwanisms]

I'm back bitches

We have 12 days left of September, which means Spooky Month officially starts soon & you know what that means.

🌕 Kinktober 2023 Creature Feature 🌕

But it also means that the long overdue sequel to Did You Hear That? is coming! She's a hefty girl with just over 18k words so desktop may be the best option to read and reblog as mobile has issues with anything over 10k.

It also means, the three spin-off pieces for the Library of Illusion are coming as well as a little piece I've written for Joshua. All in time for Spooky Month!

Along with Kinktober I have a few announcements. See more under the cut!

First, I have made the decision to add NCT (all sub-units), Day6, Super Junior, & Wonho to my archive. I no longer feel inspiration to write for them and do not want anyone waiting for content for them. I hate to leave Day6's Creature Feature unfinished but, sometimes that's the way things happen. This decision is final but I reserve the right to change my mind at any time.

From now on, I will be writing exclusively for Seventeen, Stray Kids, Ateez, & TXT. My rules for Kai (TXT) remain the same: absolutely no smut. That is my son. My child. I will also only write for Yesung and Z.Tao when the inspiration comes. My brainrot for both of those men is insane.

In addition, as my masterlists for these groups continue to grow, I will be creating masterlists for individual members.

That being said, I obviously won't take down any of my posts for these new archived groups, but I will change the masterlists just a bit so navigation is a tad easier.

Second, I will start using my other blogs effective immediately. I have a lot of sideblogs.

I will be using my main to reblog everything but my writing. All pictures, gifsets, etc will be posted there from now on.

I will also be using my recs blog, which I plan to redo entirely with a new tag system.

Third, I want to remind you all that my inbox here is always open. I love receiving mail. I love talking & interacting with you.

The anon feature is on so feel free to use it however, if you use it for hate, I will turn it off again. Don't be a coward. If you're gonna be mean, don't hide behind the anon feature. Face me instead.

Fourth, I will be reviving ask games and I encourage you to participate! It can be a lot of fun.

On the topic of asks, all asks not related to ask games will be answered every Monday and tagged as ' mailbox monday 💌'

Lastly, a friendly (and not so friendly reminder respectively) that empty blogs, meaning blogs without headers, pfp, posts, etc will be soft-blocked.

Soft-blocking is blocking and unblocking a blog so it forces them to unfollow you. I will be keeping track of the blogs I soft-block in a Google Sheet and if you follow me again without at least changing your pic and reblogging a few posts, you will be hard blocked.

Hard blocking means you will not be able to interact with my content (liking or reblogging).

Now for the not so friendly reminder;

if your blog does not have an age indicator on it (i.e the year you were born, your age, etc) YOU WILL BE SOFT-BLOCKED AS WELL. IF YOU DO NOT ADD AN AGE AFTER THAT, YOU WILL BE HARD BLOCKED. I will also be keeping track of these blogs. Ageless blogs and minors are not welcome on my blog. If you have turned 18 this year, PLEASE CHANGE YOUR AGE INDICATORS ON YOUR BLOG TO AVOID BEING BLOCKED.

If I find out a follower has lied about their age, I will be adding you to a blacklist I share with Cult of Dionysus. Keep in mind, we do not seek out minors to add them to the list, we only add minors that have interacted with our nsfw content. MINORS: PLEASE DONT IGNORE OUR BOUNDARIES. If we say do not interact with our content, we mean it. We have these boundaries for a reason.

I hope you look forward to what I have planned this month and please enjoy the spooks, the thrills, and of course, the smut. Thank you for your continued support as always. See you soon~ ʕ ◦`꒳´◦ʔ — booki。

[joellesolo]

I know I didn't make a follow up post about Disneyland, but long story short, I survived, and it was incredible. I wish instagram still was connected to tumblr, you would've seen all my updates. If you want to see the pictures I posted, here's my instagram (you have to scroll a little because we celebrated both Easter and Lily's fourth birthday since we've been back) but it was amazing and I've since been suffering from the post-Disney blues more like depression 😭 since we've been home.

Galaxy's Edge was the BOMB and I just had to share my freaking ROGUE SQUADRON HELMET that I didn't even know EXISTED, because I wore my HU rogue squadron tank top (with the hoodie that you can't see) of course on Star Wars Land day (our last day) and it was just too perfect to pass up. It is so cool you guys. I AM SO COOL NOW. I CAN BE ROGUE NINE WHENEVER I WANT. I'M BASICALLY CORRAN HORN NOW!!

The blue milk was delicious! I wish I could've tried the green milk because it's supposedly even better, but it has grapefruit in it (damn you psych meds!!) so that was a bummer, but oh well. The x wing was SO COOL, and so was the Millennium Falcon (again, go to my instagram to see it (am I fishing for likes?! maybe 😉)) and while we couldn't ride the Rise of the Resistance because they don't do single riders, I was an engineer on Smuggler's Run and the group I was with was really welcoming and it was pretty fun! Also, my R2D2 ears were SO cute but SO uncomfortable which was a bummer, I had been wanting them for months and ended up preferring the cheap etsy ones I got me and the girls (you can see them in the instagram pics from the first two days!). But we met R2 while I was wearing the R2 ears, so, you know, that was PRETTY FUCKING COOL 😱

Last but not least, we found these amazing ILYIK spirit jerseys and while I typically am not a fan of the spirit jerseys I just couldn't pass these up. We have ILYIK engraved on our wedding bands, they were on my R2 wedding heels, on our cake topper, and on our third anniversary we painted this which has been above our beds ever since (this fall is our eighth anniversary)(look at us, what babies!):

We did rope drop to fireworks every single park day, with one rest/pool day, and fuck it was exhausting and I was in soo much pain and so exhausted, but it was so damn worth it. SO WORTH IT YOU GUYS. I cried when we left the gates the last night, because it had been soo magical and such an incredible time and I had been so happy and... when am I going to be that happy again?! Fuck if I know. Seriously 😭 hence the post-Disney blues/depression...

It was just amazing. Magical. Everything you could've hoped for. The girls had the best time. I was so stressed out and sure, I forgot ninety percent of my personal hygiene stuff because I had to pack everyone else's shit but hey that's motherhood for you.

Okay, this was supposed to be a Star Wars souvenir appreciation post but it's getting away from me a bit... anyway. I survived Disneyland 2024. I wish I could go back. Someone take me back?!

#joelle's life #disneyland #disneyland 2024 #chronic pain #chronic fatigue #chronic illness #motherhood #chronically ill #chronically ill mom #crohn's disease #endometriosis #arthritis #star wars #star wars land #galaxy's edge #r2d2 #blue milk #her universe #rogue squadron #corran horn #rogue nine #ilyik #x wing #millennium falcon #my hair for the archives #charlotte rose #lillian gabriel #secret tom #me #my face