#and she is all over tiktok talking shit about my cousin saying she was a Maserati and the guy traded her in for a beater

[pineapplerightsideupcake]

So I didn’t want to dump this essay in the reblogs of someone else’s post but they were talking about how it’s scary that more and more US teachers are reporting kids that don’t know basic knowledge by middle school and have to learn emotional lessons at 10 they should have learned as pre K kids.

The person was at a loss to explain it but I think I can shed light on it:

Half the people I know who have kids just don’t parent. As in they do the bare minimum to keep them alive. So many kids just aren’t being raised at all. Food and clothing is tossed at them periodically by completely uninvolved adults. So they sit in front of a screen all day and don’t learn even the most basic things. A huge part of that is because everyone works all the time. Both my parents worked but my grandparents were homemakers or retired by the time I was born. Now kids go from overworked parents to overworked and over crowded and understaffed child care centers to exhausted grandparents that can’t afford to retire but at least can pick them up from school. My friend who works at a private school for 3-10 year olds says that there are tons of kids there from 6am to 7pm and that she knows about half her kids better than their parents do. At least in her (modestly) fancy private school she is actually educating them. Most kids have those same hours but in low quality programs or over burdened public schools.

My cousin who is a SAHM says that she’s often the only parent in the class that even responds to the teacher sending info home. Parents don’t go to meetings. They ignore phone calls home. They ignore calls to pick their kids up. A huge part of that is they’re working working working.

It’s why you see some 13 year olds twerking on TikTok and the others are self diagnosing DID and Tourette’s. It’s why there are 900 genders and porn sick 12 year old boys.

A friend of my sister’s nearly got her daughter taken away because she developed malnutrition because she was letting her basically live off candy. This woman was a cook/caterer. She worked 6 or 7 days a week. Shifts were often 12 or more hours. She couldn’t slow down because her husband developed a pain killer addiction because he’d already destroyed his back at 28 with non stop manual labor and warehouse shit. She was only able to worry if her kid ate protein or vegetables because my sister let her and her daughter move in with her until the divorce/financial crisis was settled. Most people aren’t that lucky.

A tremendous amount of people in the US live paycheck to paycheck. This was always how it worked for people in “low income areas”. And as long as those people were disproportionately black or non white immigrants nobody cared. How many movies are about a Brave White Teacher coming into low income schools and asking “where’s your mom?” And gets back “she works three jobs and dad left”. How often are the kids presented as being emotionally stunted, behaviorally challenged, and embarrassingly ignorant. “Wow Mr. S, you’re saying the earth revolves around the sun, not the other way around. Pssh, do a rap about it if you’re so right” But now that the wealth gap has widened to the point the average white household is as poor as this country was happy to let POC be, and POC have an even lower standard of living, suddenly it’s worth discussing.

It’s poverty folks. It’s crushing, inescapable poverty. And it’s not just now starting to be a problem. It’s just the first time it was affecting enough of the “right kind of people” to pay attention.

#radical feminism #radical feminist safe #radical feminist community #radical feminists do interact #radical feminists do touch #radblr #radical feminists please interact #feminism #long post

[blackmissfrizzle]

Can I

Characters: Ransom Drysdale x black!reader

Summary: During another fun family dinner, Ransom’s new “job” is brought up.

Warnings: Smut, y’all know me by now.

A/N: Inspired by this TikTok

Here’s my masterlist if you want more!

Gif credit: @jamesbuchenan​

Bickering surrounded you nonstop. That’s what happens when you have dinner with the Thrombeys. Meg better be happy, you were so bored that you decided to join this shit show. Just when you thought the arguing died down, one person would bring up a controversial topic and all it took was one differing opinion and it turn into a heated debate.

“Sorry, dear.” Harlan tapped your hand. “They just don’t know when to quit.”

You smiled at Harlan. He was the upside of this dinner. The older gentleman reminded you of your own grandfather you missed so much. He made these get togethers much more bearable. “It’s okay. This is fueling my social battery, so I won’t have to go out for a while.”

“Can I get one of those, darling?” Dazzling blue eyes winked at you.

There was one other perk you forgot to mention about Thrombey dinners. Ransom Drysdale. He made your heart and much more intimate parts flutter. Although, you would never do anything about that. You two were polar opposites. Him: brash, spoiled, spontaneous, lazy, uncouth, and extremely attractive. You: reserved, hardworking, people pleaser, and moderately attractive.

Meg swatted her cousin away. “Leave her alone! She does not need to be around your freakiness!”

Ransom leaned back and observed your body. Under that soft and innocent exterior, he knew there was a bad girl underneath. One day when you over, he peered over your shoulder and caught what you were reading on your kindle: a reverse harem. Ever since then his interest in you went up a hundred times more. Every time he saw you, he wondered what smutty book you were reading. He wondered if you touched yourself as you read them. He wondered if you fantasized about the scenes, and he wondered if you fantasized about reenacting them with him.

Leaning forward to invade Meg’s space, Ransom whispered. “Are you cockblocking because you’re trying to be a good friend or are you cockblocking because you’re a big lesbian SJW?”

Five minutes. That’s how long it lasted for the Thrombeys to get into another uproar. Joni and Meg were yelling at Ransom while he laughed, not caring about one word they were saying.

Tired of her cousin thinking he got the last laugh, Meg decided to pull out her trump card. “Yeah, like I would care what someone with an OnlyFans thinks of me.”

Everyone but Harlan, Ransom and his parents gasped. Ransom had an OnlyFans? Why? The dude had loads of money. Or his grandpa had loads of money and he had access to that.

Your eyes ping-ponged between Ransom and the rest of his family. Of course, Walt and his Great Value Trump family were appalled, but other than that no one else seemed horrified. Disappointed? Yes Horrified? No.

Ransom slowly smiled at his baby cousin like he was some sort of Bond villain. “First, how uncharacteristically conservative of you. Sex workers deserve the same respect as anyone else because sex work is work.” He quoted Meg from one of her many debates. “Secondly, you thought you did something, huh?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Parentals and Harlan already know. The rest of you are insignificant, except,” he turned his head to you and kissed your hand. “For you.”

There would’ve been more attention paid to you if the rest of the family wouldn’t keep dragging him into conversation.

“Stop touching her! Who knows what STIs you have?” Meg tried her best to pull your heavy ass chair closer to her.

Doing his best Donna impression, Ransom gasped and clutched his invisible pearls. “Slut shaming is unacceptable. Not very SJW of you, so problematic.” He tsked.

Embarrassment gripped Linda enough. “No more talk about Ransom’s “job” at the dinner table.” This family was going to drive her to an early grave, she thought as she rubbed her forehead. “Ransom, I’ll talk to you about this later.”

“No, let’s talk about it, since my dear baby cousin attempted to air my so called dirty laundry.” Ransom leaned back and did the most glorious manspread.

“Fine, we’re all family here.”

“Mostly.” Jacob mumbled while he never looked away from his phone screen. Little jerk was probably retweeting Andrew Tate at the moment.

Of course, Meg couldn’t let the boy get away with the jab. Since, she was close to you and Marta, she decided to defend both of you. “When they visit grandpa more than you do, they are family.”

Jacob countered stating that Marta was just paid, and you were lonely and pathetic. Bitch wouldn’t be this vicious if you two weren’t the only POC at the table.

Before Meg could get a word in, Ransom tore Jacob to pieces. You swore you saw a little shimmer of a tear roll down the boy’s face. Ransom was able to put a chink in the dipshit’s armor.

Naturally, his parents didn’t appreciate the disrespect, not that Ransom cared about that. “Fuck you,” he pointed at Walt. “Fuck you,” he pointed at Donna. “And a big fuck you, you forever Nazi virgin.” Ransom pointed at Jacob.

The little bit of giggle he heard from you made him proud. He was happy he could elicit such a sound from you.

“Jesus, Ransom, can you stop for just one minute?” Linda wished her son grew up some.

Normally, he would give a smartass reply, but he really wanted to hear what his mother had to say. Ransom raised his hands in surrender and nodded his head as to say, ‘Go on.’

“Ransom,” she sighed, but her voice got louder and angrier with each word she said. “Apparently my girlfriend told me that you are taking your little fucked up OnlyFans photos in my bathroom. Is that true?”

From the tilt of his head and the little smirk, you knew it was true. Damn, maybe you should check them out. No! He’s Meg’s annoying older cousin. Your little debate was being interrupted by the back and forth between the mother and son.

“Shouldn’t it be a little more concerning that your friends paying to see your son’s cock?” He cocked an eyebrow at his mom.

“Ransom!”

You cover your mouth to hide your giggles and commentary. “He does have a point.”

Donna whipped her pointy face toward you. “Of course, you would watch something like that.”

Ransom tsked and wagged his finger. “You do not want to go there, Donna.”

“What are you talking about, Ransom?”

“Boredhousewife69?” He’s been waiting to release this nugget of information forever. “One of my top subscribers. Kinda creepy my aunt is watching me, but hey we’re family by marriage.” He winked and then left the table, pulling you with him and leaving the family in a disarray.

The two of you didn’t get very far. He just led you down the hall to the family room, that’s where Harlan stashes all the good liquor. “Thank you.” You whispered when he handed you a drink.

“It’s the polite thing to do. No matter how many times you’ve been here, you’re still a guest.” He shrugged and sat on the couch opposite of you. Man, he wishes he could draw. There was something about your beauty that needed to be advertised everywhere.

You rarely spoke to Ransom. It was even rarer for you two to be the only ones in a room. So, your voice was much more meek and softer. “Not for that. Sticking up for Marta and…me.”

Good deeds do get rewarded. Maybe he should do them more often. He was going to move closer to you, but his mom with his dad and Harlan following behind her.

Linda was going on about how he was embarrassing the family and needed to get a real job.

“Technically, it’s a real job.” You were curled up in the corner, too comfortable to move from this family moment.

“Huh? YN, how in the world is OnlyFans is a real job?” Linda valued your opinion. You had a good head on your shoulders unlike the people of your generation. Unlike her son.

Damn it, why did that slip out of your mouth? That statement was supposed to be an inner thought. “So, um, something like that takes a lot of marketing and advertising. And then to stand out, is another thing. There’s a bunch of dudes selling the same thing and the one thing I know about Ransom is, he ain’t gonna do anything unless he’s at the top. I’m sure he’s making bank. Then there’s lighting and editing. I spend like thirty minutes trying to take the perfect selfie and caption.”

“I’m gonna marry you one day.” Ransom smiled as you shied away.

Abort mission. Hugh Ransom Drysdale talking about marriage was a sign to get the hell out of there. “You all have a good night!” You hurried out the room and that damn house. It was time for a much needed break from the Thrombey family.  

--

Days after the dinner you found yourself in deep contemplation. You had an OnlyFans account to subscribe to this guy Alex, but he was moving to the back of your mind as Ransom moved to the front. It didn’t help that Ransom was posting thirst traps on Instagram. It was like he was specifically taunting you. Like him shirtless in the hot spring. When did he get all of those tattoos?

Day six is when you broke. Ransom posted some pictures of him in the gym and the hormone monster was calling.

Good thing your username wasn’t anything obvious. If Ransom could figure out Donna, he could figure out yours. Typing in his name you found his profile. He had tiers of subscriptions. You choose the top one because you were being a “supportive” friend. It had nothing to do with early access or personalized videos.

One click and you knew your small laptop screen wouldn’t be enough. Quickly you ran to your living room and connected your HDMI cord to the laptop.

Right there on your 90 inch screen was Ransom’s dick. No wonder he was so arrogant. If you had a dick that big, you would be too.

Grabbing your vibrator, you settled on your couch with your legs spread wide open. From the first couple of words, you could tell this would be a glorious time.

Hours later, you found yourself in the same spot again. Today must have been one of those masturbate all day days. Or maybe it was because of Ransom. For your sanity, you would claim the former.

Ransom’s vivid words had you bent on all fours, with a plug in your ass, one weak hand around your throat as the other played with your clit. He even got you to respond to the video like he was in the room with you. If there was someone outside your door, they would think it was two people on the other side instead of one by the way you were moaning.

“Fuck baby! I’m gonna c-,” three knocks interrupted your impending orgasm. What inconsiderate idiot needed you now?

Pausing the video, you pulled down your nightgown and cracked the door open. “Ransom?! What do you need?!”

“Ouch neighbor!” He smiled as he covered his heart. He tried to make his sniffing inconspicuous as possible, which wasn’t hard. Your sweetness carried over strongly. He could even see some of your inner thigh glistening. Yeah, he heard everything. Well, at least two minutes of everything. With the way you were responding he knew you were watching one of his videos. You had to be the newest subscriber leaving him tips on every video.

“I need cheese neighbor.”

Really?! Your orgasm got stopped for some freaking cheese. “The store is down the street!”

“Yeah, but you’re right downstairs and I’m freaking starving.”

“Fine!” You threw your hands up. “Provolone, right?”

He nodded his head. “Yes ma’am.”

“Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

Like he was really gonna listen. Ransom silently cracked the door open some more and slid through. He silently laughed as your muttering. You weren’t discrete as you thought. He knew he was interrupting some very special self-care.

What entitled that self-care was a wonderful surprise. Ransom smiled at himself on the screen. He smiled even bigger at the wet spot on the couch. Guess he found his newest fan.

“Here.” The frantic rush you were caused you to be out of breath. You pushed the cheese into the air but Ransom wouldn’t grab it. Finally, you noticed he wasn’t where you left him. Dread filled you because he wasn’t in the kitchen with you earlier. “Ransom?!” You ran to the living room and found him looking at the tv screen. You ran in front of the tv with your arms stretched out like that would really stop him from seeing what he already saw. “Ransom!”

He laughed at your feeble attempt. “Too late sweetheart. This is much better than finding out Donna was a fan.”

Could God just take you right now? You covered your face up to hide from the embarrassment. “Okay get your jokes in and go home.”

Ransom removed your hands. “Baby,” he cupped your chin and bent down at eye level. “If you wanted this all you had to do was ask.” He kissed your pouty lips. Each peck you became more open.

He cupped your ass. “Tell me.” He sucked on your bottom lip.

“Tell you what?”

“Every. Single. Dirty. Thing. You. Want. Me. To. Do. To. You.” Each word was punctuated by a kiss down the column of your neck down to the he valley of your breasts.

No, you couldn’t do this. Why would someone as experienced as Ransom want someone like you? Novelty? The thrill of the chase? Not happening. “Nothing.” You whispered, too afraid to speak louder because a moan would come out.

Ransom smiled against your chest. “Didn’t sound like nothing.” His fingers slipped up your thighs, treating your wetness like a slip n slide. “Definitely didn’t feel like nothing.”

“I don’t do this kind of thing. I’m a, I’m a goo-,” His hands made your brain go haywire, you couldn’t even speak properly.

“A good girl?” He held your chin and softened his voice like yours, slightly mocking you. “Good girls don’t lie. Tell the truth. What do you want me to do to you?”

Turning away, you whispered the truth. “I want- I want you to fuck me.”

“Louder, princess.” He already was going to his knees and bunching up your dress. His breath teased your core.

Taking a glance over your shoulder, you saw the desire in Ransom’s eyes. It was like his videos, but this was stronger, more authentic and sincere. “I want you to fuck me.”

You caught Ransom’s hungry smirk before he went in for his meal. Your knees buckled and luckily for you the couch was right there. The rose was nothing compared to Ransom’s tongue. Then he seemed to find the remote while he was preoccupied with your clit. Not only did you have Ransom eating you out from behind, you had him in front of you, jacking off, detailing every single thing he wanted to do to you.

His tongue was wicked in more than one way. It could cut you down with words or by one simple flick in the right direction.

“Ransom!” That damn tongue of his just made you cum stronger than you did all day. “Fuck me, please fuck me. Please, please, please.” Your voice reached this whiny tone, that it’s never done before. You couldn’t even remember the last time you begged like this. It for sure wasn’t over dick.

“You want my cock, princess?” How could he be so intimidating and domineering while he was on HIS knees with your cum covering his face. The power this man holds is inexplicable.

Biting your lip, you nodded your head. The response must have sufficed because Ransom was shedding his clothes.

Social media did his body no justice. Instagram couldn’t prepare you for how the thin gold chain sat upon his tanned collar bone from his recent trip to Miami. OnlyFans couldn’t prepare you for his thick head leaking precum. Were you worthy to be in the presence of a body so godly?

“Hey,” Ransom gave you a soft kiss and smile. “I’m the lucky one.”

You scoffed. “Okay sex god.”

“Fine, I’ll prove it to you.” He knew with you, the words needed to be backed by the action.

Ransom proved to be softer, gentler than expected. He truly worshipped your body and all on a couch. You wonder what he could do on a bed. Nope. Don’t get on that line of thinking. This was a one time thing. Ransom was a conqueror, and you are the now the conquered. No more chase. No more need to come back.

You fought your inner thoughts and enjoyed the moment. Your hands raked his back. The only con fucking him for real was that you couldn’t watch his back muscles. That had to be the favorite part of his videos. Watching his shoulder blades contract, move smoothly as he fucked a woman, wishing you were that woman. Now you are that woman.

“My pretty princess.” Ransom kissed you. He couldn’t stop kissing you, he wouldn’t be able to stop fucking you. There was the physical warmth of being inside of you, but there was another warmth being with you. It was basking in your aura. Whenever he was with you, he felt good and worthy.

His sweet words, his words of affirmations made you cum repeatedly. They rivaled his rough touches and hard stokes. Everything was so intense with him. It should be no surprise. Ransom was an intense person. Why should he be anything other than that?

He tilted your chin up. “Tell me I’m lucky.” He knew it, but he wanted to hear it from your mouth.

“Huh?” Weren’t you the lucky one? You were fucking the pornstar, not the other way around.

“Tell me I’m lucky.” He nuzzled his face close to yours.

“You’re lucky.” Your moans reverberated in his ears.

He was near and he knew you were as well by the way you were thrashing underneath him. Ransom just needed to hear one more thing from you. “Tell me how fucking lucky I am to be fucking this pussy.”

Your nails made artwork on his back as you repeated his words. “You’re so fucking lucky to be fucking this pussy.”

Those powerful words and his strokes sent you two over the edge.

“Oh shit, Ransom.” You laughed and played with his hair. “That was fun.”

Ransom kissed you and regretfully pulled away from you. He walked to get a rag and you got to see that you truly did use his back as a scratching post. You even drew blood. “Sorry.” You whispered to him.

“Don’t mention it.” He kissed your inner thigh he just wiped. “Also, we’ll get to do this again after dinner.” He began redressing himself.

“Dinner?” You thought this was a fuck and dash. From your knowledge, Ransom didn’t do dates.

Ransom laughed at your face of confusion. “Yeah, the meal you eat in the evening. Maybe you forgotten because my family turns dinner into speculates. It should be a good first date though. A regular dinner not one with my family.” He smiled.

“First date?!” You sat up.

“Yes,” he kissed you. “I’ll be back in three hours. Can you be ready by then?”

You touched your lips and simply nodded your head yes.

Ransom smiled at your cuteness once more. “I’ll give you the aftercare you deserve later tonight. We can do that Ghostface scene that you were so generous to me tip me on.”

“Ransom!” You threw a pillow at him that never reached its target since he was on the other side of the door.

All you could hear was his laughter, all the while you couldn’t stop smiling. This felt like the start of a beautiful new journey.

#ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x black!reader #pornstar!ransom #pornstar!ransom x reader #frizzlefic #frizzlesfic

[dykeomania]

What happened with Brittany ?? 😭😭

posted a video on her instagram close friends story talking about how dystopian it is that people look to her to say something on palestine, insinuating how it wasn't her responsibility to do that but because she's verified and has over a million followers...

doubled down on that statement once she got caught, rephrased her statement to include an articulation of fear about spreading misinformation and how much responsibility the whole thing is on her, and some other shit that i can't really even wrap my head around -- this is riddled with bias, but it's just because i'm annoyed. you should go watch the videos it's all over tiktok

it's "fuck brittany broski" for me rn because 1) educating oneself such that you aren't spreading misinformation is truly not that difficult + the call was never on her to educate people on what's happening in palestine, rather, people kind of just wanted her to do the bare minimum of acknowledging it. brittany has a fucking cousin who also, by her standards, probably isn't very qualified, but has been keeping up with what's happening in palestine and could literally educate her, if she just went in that direction. 2) brittany has previously and repeatedly stated the importance of having a platform and using that platform to speak on things that matter and are important. acknowledging the crisis if anything is just a form of allyship that people were hoping to see and instead they got a very different response which is interesting.

and lowkey it's "fuck brittany broski" and like any influencer especially who hasn't at least pointed to resources or anything even slightly sympathizing with palestine because the truth is, ordinary civilians who come from all different levels of education regarding the crisis who are not instagram influencers with millions of followers are out in the streets protesting what's happening in palestine. people are doing sit-ins on college campuses, walk-outs and boycotting businesses, calling their representatives, constantly reposting instagram stories to whatever following that they do have, and i'm posting about palestine on a fucking fan-fiction account, because this shit matters. it's not grunt work to display allyship when there's a clear humanitarian crisis going on, and it's weird as fuck of her to use that as the first foot that she chooses to step with. it's lazy, and it's dumb

#anyways #fuck brittany broski #i really liked her that's awkward #mia what are you talking about

[moonjxsung]

Staaarr I have a somewhat funny story to share, plus I need advice sorta?

I have this 15 almost 16 year old cousin and her mom thinks she’s a ‘troublemaker’ cause apparently dating as a teen means you’re a bad kid. There was this whole thing during Christmas where she told the entire family she lost her virginity, which was true but it happened a while back, she just chose to say it during Christmas cause she wanted to cause a scene lol

ANYWAY after new years her mom messaged me and asked if I could try and talk to her, make her a better kid, cause I was a bit bad when I was a teen (aka I dated) but I turned out so well (aka I don’t date anymore) and she was like oh you could make her like those Korean bands you like so she won’t have time to act out. I personally took that as her telling me I get no bitches cause I like kpop.

Long story short I casually showed my cousin some girl groups and she hated them, but she liked TXT and she especially liked SKZ 🙃 like a lot. Her bias is Hyunjin and she already bought like 3 of his photocards, made a fucking beaded bracelet with his name and sends me Hyunjin edits on TikTok all day.

She came over to my house yesterday and after making me watch a playlist of her favorite Hyunjin fancams, she told me she started reading fanfic 🤠 and I’m so torn cause the stuff she reads she really shouldn’t be reading but like I’d be a hypocrite if I told her that cause I did the same shit when I was her age but at the same time now that I’m 25 I understand why MDNI exists so 🫠 I really don’t know what to do, I’d love to know your opinion about this 🥲

Anyway Stray Kids saving the youth apparently!!

~🌷~

OHHHH MY GOSH THIS WAS WILD TO READ….. first of all I REMEMBER when you said your cousin was going to reveal she lost her virginity at Christmas dinner (I still cannot get over how chaotic?? GIRL😭) and I’d been wondering how that went 😭 I do think it’s unfortunate parents think we’re going through some rebellious phase when we’re just dating, especially because when you swear off dating in your 20s, you don’t stop getting hit with the whole “when are you bringing a boyfriend here?” LIKE??? And the way they lowkey implied you get no bitches because you like kpop HELLO???? PLEASE 😭😭😭😭 that is SO my parents I completely get it

I’m glad she’s taking interest in kpop content and loving fancams and photocards and all that!! But the fanfic part… 😕😵‍💫 unfortunately that’s such a sad part about getting into reading fanmade content at such a young age because you will inevitably stumble across the nsfw content and it’s so hard to control as an adult once the young people start frequenting those sites! I mean I was reading badddd smut at the tender age of 13 and it was…. Not good for my development in the slightest. I would maybe just warn her, and even suggest some sfw fics or authors on the sites she’s on if you know any. Maybe even just having a talk about how adult content isn’t made for kids and that it’s not healthy for her to be consuming could scare her off a little? I think at some point when kids have a phone or a computer, there’s so little we can do, but at least just conveying that adult content is for ADULTS can be a little productive. I never had anyone sit down and tell me that, but I think I would have been more scared of those sites if I had been told they were bad for me 😭

I wish you the best of luck pookie and I wish there was more we could do to protect kids 😕 hopefully she at least loses interest or something and moves onto the next thing! Like girl go watch cartoons and be a kid for as long as you can :(

Sending you sm love, let me know how it goes!! 🩷🫶💖💕💗💓⭐️

#🌷 anon #ask

[adorabl8dthirsty]

Any HC's of the Kirigaya Siblings/Cousins?

oh oh!! I definitely had some but I forgot them 😭 these might be rly shitty but I’ll try to rack my brain for some

This is based off that one @eeksmok art but sugu definitely pierced one of kazutos ears at one point, it’s very miss placed but he loves it and he pierced hers (she was much less scared of it than he was, it hurt less)

Sugu before things went bad used to sit in kazutos room and watch him play games, she’d point out when moves reminded her of kendo moves

Sugu has little to no spice tolerance

Kazuto’s music taste is very alternative, this is projection but he definitely had an emo phase except it never was a phase and while he doesn’t keep up w bands and obsess over them a whole lot he does get excited when he finds new music

Sugus music is a little bit of everything but I can see her listening to the wombats, nirvana, I can’t think of more bands but bwhdje. Also, really niche TikTok artists who don’t have a huge following but she loves their music alot

Sugu gets really excited when artists she likes release new songs and runs to kazuto to show him the new songs and he happily listens to them

sugu really likes cats. like. really likes them. a lot. she knows a lot about them and how to care for them and keeps saying she wants a cat but their mom is allergic to cats

Kazuto likes cats and dogs equally

Kazuto is trans/Demi boy and bisexual/poly

Sugu is bisexual with a fem preference

Sugu worries about coming out in regards to her sexuality, but kirito knows and was the first to know and she is also one of the few people who he’s came out to with his bisexuality and poly stuff. Sugu and asuna know about each other as well, and probably bond over it, asunas also in the closet because she worries how her family would react and finds it unnecessary to tell them anyway.

sugu has a specific bracelet and necklace she wears all the time and doesn’t take off, kirito has one after he got back from sao and it’s a shittily made sword

The war after s4 did like,, some heavy damage on sugu mentally, but she doesn’t talk to kirito or anyone else about it in fear of seeming weak. (look me in the eye and tell me that event wouldn’t be traumatizing as all hell)

In alo they duel a lot to test each others skill and to keep getting better, they also explore a lot on their own because sibling bonding time ™. They inv asuna or others from the gang often though

Agil is just their dad figure. Both of them. They both see agil as a father role and go to him for advice when they need fatherly advice. His advice is always shit or perfect, no in between. The whole gang does actually, klein rarely does and it’s always about girls LOL

klein is like a big brother to sugu a little, she thinks he’s weird but in a goofy way constantly wants to drop kick him though when he’s being weird with npcs

Kazuto has depressive episodes where he goes back into isolation, he still uses his phone and goes online but he’s significantly less social and becomes a hermit during these times, sugu understands and always makes sure he eats and to make food for him, she’ll even bring it to him

When they were a kid they had a turtle. I don’t know if I got this from somewhere, but they definitely did.

Her and Sinon play ggo together alot, I don’t know why but I love Leafa in ggo she’d be so cool, she’d mess with gadgets alot (based off fatal bullet)

Leafa tried in alo to tame an animal many times but fails every time

#I went on a rampage I apologize

[ssincielo]

@steadyclips​ asked: ❝ i’m so glad i met you. ❞

        “YOU JUST SAYIN’ THAT ‘cause you got me in my kitchen, cookin’ for your big hungry ass at dick o’clock at night. don’t act like i don’t know what you doin’.”

it was hard enough getting braylen to leave her turf to spend time with her in new york. it was damn near impossible for her to get any sleep in her own apartment any time that braylen was here — if they weren’t going out in all of lourdes’ public safe places and flexing her northern hostility, they were spread out in her living room: TV on some tiktok compilation that was way funnier with a bit of weed in her system (lourdes barely watched any on her own, so if it weren’t for braylen’s cousins and bray’s insistence on showing them to her in return, lourdes’ lingo would be tragically empty.), eating or drinking or on a rare night, reminiscing. lucky for lourdes, they’d been doing all three.

she knows that braylen’s words had a deeper meaning than just a plate being cooked on her behalf. she knows that it always, always goes deeper than nights out or nights in or tiktok videos or talking shit about anything or anyone that pissed them off. the distance between them had been a heavy burden as well as a bountiful blessing — they could always find the time to sit, lament on their accomplishments, mourn their losses, talk about their goals and plans for whatever had come next. never one sided discussions, always mutually heartfelt.

in spite of it, though, she’s actually shocked that the words don’t immediately turn her into a mushy, over emotional, sleep deprived mess of tears. but lourdes’ heart was still warm, of course — braylen was always akin to a long lost sibling to her, a familial love she hasn’t felt in six years, a reminder that outside of the santino’s and the oversacce’s, she was still her own person, and she was more than good with that. it’s what has lourdes dropping the spoon in her hand and rounding her kitchen counter to squeeze her arms around braylen’s frame and cover her cheeks in more kisses than the auntie you haven’t seen in years at a family reunion. “además, lo sé. te quiero, and we gon’ have a ball once we have kids and force they asses to get tight like us.”

WAYS TO SAY YOU CARE. — accepting!

#I’M JUST TRYNA GET MY PAPER STRAIGHT. — 𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖘 #steadyclips #u ever think abt the depth of their friendship n cry bc i do.

[withshiningstarsandopenarms]

you know what sucks is every time i touch my skin i imagine that it’s you instead. asking me how the fuck i’m so soft. the skin on my face is in the best shape it’s ever been and i know you’d be obsessed with it.

when my hormones are out of control and my boobs are juicier than usual, i imagine that you’re jiggling them telling me just how juicy they are today. us laughing about it.

i got a new perfume and it smells nice and clean and fresh and i just know you would complain and say you can’t smell me anymore.

we should have gotten through at least 3 more nancy drew games by now. we should be watching yellowjackets together. we should have watched pearl again.

i miss just listening to music while we drink and cook. i miss your snoring waking me up. i miss you coming into the bathroom to pee while i’m taking a bath and making direct eye contact with me just because you’re a fucking weirdo.

i miss the rainy days together, i miss the poolside days together. i miss the normal cuddles and the ones that turn into sex. i miss asking you what sounds you want to fall asleep to. i miss you taking me on dates just because. bringing me home a soda just because you stopped by the store.

i miss you so so much that it effects me on a daily basis. everything makes me think of you.

i cant even doomscroll through tiktok or instagram because videos where there’s a couple or a family having an intimate moment really messes me up. i feel like i have such a hard time processing other peoples happiness right now and that feels so stupid for me to say, especially once i get over it. like how much of a shitty person do i have to be to not be able to be happy for other people just because i thought i would be there by now?

i thought we would be planning the wedding being back in california. i thought we would be planning for kids. even in february we were talking about kids. and that would have been such perfect timing because i would have loved to give alex’s baby a cousin to have near and dear to her like we all did growing up. it wouldn’t be a three week difference but it would be closer than it will be now that i have no one.

it’s scary to hear it. i have no one. and i don’t just mean a partner, i mean i have never been this lonely before even after you broke up with me the first time. i think people felt bad for me then and now they’re like, well damn how stupid do you have to be to fall for it again?

and maybe they’re right. i don’t know where i’ll be in august because i told my sister yes, then no, and then maybe yes and it seems like they’re not rushing out so i’ll still be living with my mom until they do. even when they do find a place i don’t know if i’ll still be welcome.

i want to meet baby jasmine so i’m not in a hurry either. i just wanted you to be here too. i know you couldn’t be *here* all the time but just for the big moments. the baby shower. the first time alex can party again and we get her too fucked up to function. the first time i hold the baby. she loves my voice and she loves to hear us talking shit together. i know she’s gonna be a chismosa.

i just don’t know why you would come back at all. how someone could be so sure and then leave like it never happened. like nothing ever happened. nothing was promised. no love was exchanged. you asked me for three months for this program and i know it’s not gonna matter once the three months are up. you’re not coming back. you’re making friends and starting a life without me. i’m happy for you. but i’m also hurting and i hope you know that. i hope you can feel it.

because john, i love you so deeply that your ancestors can feel it. and i know, and they know, that you don’t love me the same way.

and it’s not that way all the time, but god it hurts to say that too. it hurts to say he’s passionate about me 45% of the time when we know i deserve 100%.

i don’t know what the point in this was. just know that i miss you here, and now, and in the next life too.

fuck you, but i miss you and i love you so much. i don’t know where i’ll be in 3 months and i don’t know where i’ll be in 2 weeks but what i do know is that’s not changing. it’s been almost a year since the initial breakup and it hasn’t changed. it’s not going to.

[thelittlepalmtree]

There is this dude I follow on TikTok because sometimes I can tell that someone is gonna fuck up their lives and do something bad and I immediately thought that when I saw his videos. He in theory is posting content about autism and and his experience with it. But in every single video he talks about a social situation and comes to the conclusion that he should do something that is absolutely damaging to another person. A lot of his videos are about like grief and essentially justifying why he will say like I know how you feel when your mom died my cat died. And like over explaining that without saying like oh maybe you shouldn't fucking say that to someone. And I don't feel like this is an autism thing although he certainly is framing it that way because I do think that like if you've been on the Internet for 5 seconds you know that that's not an appropriate thing to say. And to clarify I think that a lot of his videos cover things that you could easily Google whether or not this is the right way to handle a situation. And I know a lot of people who have autism have worked with a lot of students who have autism at friends who have autism none of them act In the same way. I just think that if He had been socialized as a woman or as literally any other race he would not have been able to afford to be so incredibly rude to people. And then make videos justifying his logic. So like I can tell that there is gonna be a point where he is gonna say something and get canceled. And that's why I'm following him.

Anyway today he posted a video that was like the hardest thing about being intelligent is Allegiant is that everyone thinks you're dumb. And I'm just like are you fucking Kidding me. 1st of all intelligence takes many forms and you can't just be intelligent. Everyone has some intelligence in some ways and everyone hand everyone has places where they're not intelligent. I have a lot of intelligence about 19th century and 20th century literature. I have 0 intelligence about Space. Like I cannot visualize space at all and I have a lot of trouble with things like cleaning and interior decorating and getting lost because I never know where the fuck I am. So number one to just say you are intelligent is is proof positive that you are not intelligent. And then number 2 the only people I have ever seen that fail to recognize Intelligence in individuals are the people who believe themselves to be intelligent but are not. Like the only people who will see someone say something really fucking smart and think that it's stupid are the people who think that they are smarter than that person. So either you hang around with a bunch of assholes. Or you're not that fucking smart.

I don't know maybe I am being really shitty right now. But a lot of this just smacks of white boy nonsense to me. Like do you literally make so many videos overanalyzing every social interaction in which you completely come off as a psychopath. And then you make a video that's like I'm so smart but nobody knows. Did it occur to you that you're fucking dumb? Because like I said I'm smart about some things but I'm dumb about a lot of shit. I think every time I've said something really clever or smart most of the time it's gotten some recognition. Everybody has different intelligences everybody is good at different things. To my cousin when she was 8 years old "everyone is best in their own way." Maybe if you depended on other people a little bit more to teach you how to navigate social situations you wouldn't be such an asshole.

[bleedingliquidlight]

diary entry #5: sunday june fifth, 2022

i had a dream i was in a gas chamber. i woke up and realised that i meant to pee last night, but never did, so it was a good thing i actually woke up at sunrise to pray for the first time in weeks. the light from the sky looked weird through the bathroom window, it was orangey purple but once i looked out, it looked relatively normal, a cloudless sky. i woke up in the morning at half nine, and had cereal and two jaffa cakes whilst watching 'the vampire diaries' (s3 ep14). zahra went to the gym at eleven, and i planned to go then too, but i didn't want to go with her so i went at 12 instead with sami, who took forever getting ready. halfway through the gym session, i went to the toilets, and sang 'waiting room' to myself to test out the acoustics. on the drive back home, sami was driving to our cousin's house up the hill, and she was playing 'she's all i wanna be' by tate mcrae and she turned it down once we saw someone we knew walking past, but then she turned it up just as the beat kicked back in after the bridge, and that felt so cool. once we got home, i sat and watched the ending of the movie about 9/11 with zahra, but then i heard creaks from above us, meaning someone was in my room, and i always become annoyingly conscious when this happens, because i realise they could be looking at a number of suspicious things i have in my room so i went up and my mum was cleaning my chest of drawers (there aren't any suspicious things in there, so we were good) and she just casually interrogated me about whether the clothes i've kept even fit me or not. i showered relatively quickly and then sat down to revise, and checked my messages. sami had tagged me in her story saying she's 'dipping into my library' since she's borrowing 'pride and prejudice', sean messaged me, telling me about barack obama's impeccable taste in music and books, jennifer messaged me to schedule our traditional night-before-school call but in the morning (which i missed since i didn't see the text in time), and to tell me that she had to remove a dead fly from her toilet because she didn't want to disrespectfully shit on it, heidi's friend rhi replied to my message after about three weeks, and katy messaged me, to apologise. i haven't opened her message. i think i'm gonna wait till she goes offline. i watched tiktok for the majority of today, and decided not to do revision. me and sean talked about stranger things; he didn't know that robin was todd anderson's daughter, and he also didn't know that i hadn't watched any of it (i told him i would after exams), we just obsessed over steve having such a nice face, and robin having such a nice face, and eddie hitting differently (i love that we're both bisexual). amina and wasir were using the printer so they were sat in the same room as me for a while, so i had to pretend to revise. that girl i messaged on discord finally replied, saying she is getting the same train as me from manchester. i opened katy's message, she was apologising for leaving things the way she did, and that she didn't want to drag this on, but then i said that she was dragging it on by coming back and apologising for fucking up once again (i hate myself); she called me petty. my parents went out to see their friend, so i grabbed a packet of crisps and watched 'the vampire diaries' with zahra. i sorted out my school bag for tomorrow, and then put all my revision away by nine o'clock. i was ravenous for some chocolate so i opened a bag of munchies, whilst sami and hannah argued about whether there's beauty in nature (sami put a picture of the sunset on her story and quoted her friend who said that it was like the sun was in prostration, but hannah didn't get it). i went to bed and dermaplained my face, but then i thought i was getting a spot on my lip (just after i thought my lips looked good). i charged my flip phone just in case jennifer decided to have our traditional call, so i texted her and she told me that she's not coming into school for the next week. what is the point in living?

[romeoandromeo]

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#really why do some women obsessively come after other women when their bfs break up with them and they move on??? #this lady is so mad that her (quite frankly not so great) ex is with my cousin (who i dont rly want her to be with him but not my place) #that she self harmed and tried to claim they hurt her #and she is all over tiktok talking shit about my cousin saying she was a Maserati and the guy traded her in for a beater #(and shes saying other worse shit too but whatever) #and um... it's really pissing me off #im already pissed about a bunch of other stuff #and this lady just wants to talk shit and for what? what is she going to gain from talking shit about a woman she barely interacted with #when its the boyfriend that's the whatever??? like huh????? come after the dude if you're mad not another woman because you wantthatmanback #like wtf so sick of constant bullshit #i have half a mind to comment on hertiktoks and point out she caused the scars and shit herself #she was talking struggling financially (shes not the guy lived in her shed and took care of himself until he was able to leave so she #didnt lose his income like she claims) #man yall wtf my cousin is a lovely person and doesnt deserve this shit

[annab-nana]

Things Change - Peter Parker

You and Peter have been through it. Before it all, you two were in a happy and healthy relationship and everything was great. Now, you both lost an important person in your lives and so much time had been lost. Coping may lead to the end of your relationship as things change.

A/N: Okay so I see soooooo many tiktoks that give me ideas for blurbs or sometimes oneshots like this one so y’all will probably be seeing more things like this. This is the video that inspired this so the idea creds go to them completely, but you’ll see the part I got from the video. I honestly thought this was a blurb and then I checked the word count and was like oh shit I wrote a lot so haha enjoy the fic!

Warnings: some curse words; Endgame stuff

Word Count: 1.2k+

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Ever since his death, things have not been the same between you and Peter. Before it all, you guys were nearing the one-year mark in your relationship and you were both so happy and full of love, but after the blip and all, everything came crashing down on you two. Both of you lost someone important to you. Tony was a big part of each of your lives, especially Peter’s.

When Tony sacrificed his life for everyone else’s, it took a toll on you and Peter. Peter distracted himself with being the neighborhood superhero everyone knew and loved, and you focused on getting to know your new little cousin, Morgan. She was a bright little light in your now darkened days since the passing of your uncle, but you had become a little used to loss after your parents died in a car crash. That was something Tony helped you with. He related to losing parents so suddenly and he would hold you while you cried at night or he would offer to distract you, letting you help him build suits and gadgets.

Peter, who had lost a good bit of people in his life, was not as used to it as you were. It was harder each time for him, and he began to lose hope that even his close friends and family would stay for much longer. He also did not like to show that he was struggling, putting up a brave face when around you and Morgan that you had noticed a little. He tried to be some big strong leader around you, but you wish he would just be your dorky Peter Parker again. He didn’t have to be a superhero all the time for you.

You had not only noticed his dissociation, but he is not the same boy much at all anymore. He doesn’t do the things he used to. He doesn’t rush ahead of you to open the door for you as he did before. He doesn’t reach for your hand or lay his head of brown curls on your shoulder anymore. Rarely do you two hug or even kiss, but it is quick and fleeting as a goodbye or hello, nothing passionate or meaningful. You two just existed with a small connection of what was, basically playing house as you two look after Morgan while trying to keep your grades up.

One night after you had put the small spritely brunette to bed while Pepper stayed late at work, you sat next to Peter who sat on the living room couch.

“We need to talk,” you sighed as you sunk into the couch cushions, trying to prepare for the conversation you didn’t want to have but needed to if you wanted to move forward at all.

“Then talk,” he said nonchalantly, no emotion or anything behind his words or even his face which appeared tired.

“I don’t know what to say, but something’s wrong with us. We are not the same. We barely even act like a couple anymore,” you started the talk you both desperately needed to have but hated to be the one to initiate it. Peter’s brown eyes met yours, a small sheen to them as tears pooled in their corners.

“So what? You wanna break up?” he scoffed. This was the last thing he needed right now. He needed you but did not know how to ask for help because he figured you were going through it so much worse than he was because Tony was your actual family of course. He was trying his best to be there for you but he was struggling himself so what was he supposed to do?

“I-I don’t know, maybe? Or just a break? Until we figure things out,” you stated, getting choked up on your own tears. You watched something happen that never normally occurred with Peter. If your Peter was upset, he’d tell you and talk to you about it, but the Peter in front of you deflected his sadness into anger.

“So that’s it? We’re done?” he huffed as he stood, towering over your seated frame. He ran a harsh hand through his curls, tugging roughly at the strands in frustration. “I hate you.”

You were taken back by his words, the three syllables driving a knife into your heart and twisting it to add to the deep pain. The tears lined your eyes, but you were not letting them fall just yet. You stood with him and stepped a bit closer.

“Well, if you’re gonna be like that, then I hate you too!” You hated the way your voice sounded so broken when you shouted the words at him, but he also deserved to know how much that hurt. His eyes softened for a moment and you knew he regretted it.

“Why do you hate me?” Peter countered, his own voice breaking slightly as well. You stayed silent in fear of breaking down if you opened your mouth. “I changed my whole life for you. I am a great guy. I don’t cheat on you. I take care of you and Morgan and I’m responsible-”

“And you’re not in love with me,” you muttered so small but still big enough to stop his monologue. “If that’s what you were going to say, you’re not in love with me, Peter.”

“I love you, y/n!” Peter stated like a fact which was true.

“I know you love me, Pete, but you aren’t in love with me anymore! Ever since the blip, something’s been missing, and I think that is it. We aren’t in love anymore!” you admitted. So, it wasn’t just him. It was you too. He caught that as well and his eyes widened.

“You are in it either, are you?” he questioned, fearful of the answer to come.

“No, Pete. I’m not. I can’t. I have too much. With Tony, Morgan, school, life, us, it’s all too much and we fell apart.” You two stared at each other, tear-brimmed eyes gazing into the other’s before you fell into each other’s arms and broke down.

“I-I love you s-so much, y/n,” Peter sobbed as he cradled your head into his chest.

“I love you too, Peter,” you cried, words muffled by his tear-stained sweater.

“Y/n?” you heard the small voice of the little brown-haired girl who was a pain to get down for bed. Peter pulled from you and turned away from Morgan, not wanting the girl to see him so upset. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, baby. Go to bed. I’ll be up in a minute,” you told her as you wiped your face to rid it of tears. Morgan nodded and walked back up the stairs obediently before you turned back to Peter.

“Come here,” you whispered and wrapped your arms around the boy’s neck, his arms finding their home around your waist. “We aren’t over Peter. We just need a little time, okay?”

“Okay,” he mumbled when you both broke apart. Peter’s hand that still rested behind your head pulled it closer to his lips to place a kiss on your forehead. You waved at him when he reached the door and once he left, it set in what you had done and you hoped you made the right decision.

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[janfraiser]

Trick Plays

The Ted Lasso discord got ahold of this gif and decided the team needed to do it. This is for you guys. Writing crack for this fandom is the best.

Summary: Just... just look at the gif. That's the summary.

Isaac has played for Richmond for a few seasons, and until Ted Lasso, it's seemed like a stagnant, inertia-bound club. Several seasons in a row of going nowhere fast.

And then Ted comes around, and they get relegated by a brutal loss, and yet somehow, the team feels tighter, more alive than it has in years.

The biggest change, the one that makes him proud to be the captain of this team, is the energy. The locker room had once been musty and sullen, all of them changing and heading out to the pitch with barely a word to each other. But now?

It's raucous and lively, music blaring from somewhere and balls and kits flying through the air. Today most of the team is crowding around Dani, who's laughing and grinning (as usual) as he shows them something on his phone.

"What're you lookin' at?" Isaac asks, tugging his shirt over his head and joining the group.

"This is my sister's team," Dani explains, tilting the phone. "Many of them come from gymnastics backgrounds. They have been rehearsing this celebration for weeks, and they finally won a game they could use it in."

Isaac watches the screen, where two girls with long ponytails are helping a third into a handstand, and as their teammates surround them, applauding, a fourth player takes a running start and does a flip through the spread legs of the handstander.

He chuckles. "We could do that."

The group breaks into laughter... and then they pause and look around, considering.

"New flexibility and balance drill today," Isaac crows. "I'll start in the middle. Rojas, you can jump!"

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Rebecca has an incredible amount of business to attend to. Very important business. Business that does not include joining Keeley at the window overlooking the pitch every time she says, "Rebecca, look at the crazy shit they're doing down there."

"I hired an American football coach," she reminds her, scribbling her signature for the umpteenth time that day. "Crazy is right up his alley."

"I'm not even sure Ted's on the pitch yet," Keeley argues. "Seriously, look-- oh my god, Isaac is doing a headstand."

There's really no type of business that could keep her from looking up at that.

"What..." she moves slowly over to the window, catching sight of her team captain being held upside down by Zoreaux and Montlaur. "...oh, what the fuck is that."

"I have no idea," Keeley says, "but I am so putting it on our Instagram."

As they watch, Dani takes a running leap, dives into a front tuck... and makes it too low, his boot catching Isaac in what must be a very uncomfortable place to take a hit.

"Yeah," Keeley says again, "I'm going to film this."

Rebecca blinks at the dogpile on the pitch (and she must be spending too much time with Ted, because she realizes the accidental pun with the team's mascot and laughs to herself) and slowly shakes her head.

"You do that. I'm staying up here."

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Ted finishes his weekly planning with Beard and Nate and enters the pitch to find his players contorted like acrobats in the penalty box.

"Quit putting Isaac in the middle, you idiots," Roy is yelling. "Richard's dropped him three times. Colin, you get on your head, and I'll hold you up."

Richard steps away with his hands raised in defeat, and Ted notices Keeley on the pitch, holding up her phone. "Alright, this one's for the reels!"

"Ooh, are we going fishing?" Ted actually has been meaning to look up what sort of fish he can catch in British waters-- this country is an island, after all.

"What?" She gives him a weird look. "No, Ted, Instagram reels-- it's how they copied TikTok."

"I do not know what those words mean, and somehow I don't think it's because they're British," he says with a shrug. "Hey, boys, what's goin' on?"

They're too caught up in whatever this is to hear him, so he ends up just watching as Dani takes a flying leap, straight through Colin's legs, and tucks into a front roll as he hits the ground. The rest of the team erupts in cheers.

"We're practicing a new celebration move, Coach," Sam explains, finally noticing him. "Dani's sister and her gymnast teammates invented it."

"Well, I'm no gymnast," Ted admits, "but I sure would love to be a part of this!"

"Alright, bring him in," Roy calls. "I don't want to stand here and hold Colin's leg anymore than I have to."

They do it again, and again, it's a successful move. The team is as loud as if they'd actually scored in a match.

"That's what I'm talking about!" Keeley crows. "This is so going to go viral!"

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If Rebecca had been flabbergasted by the odd circus act going on during training, it's nothing to how she feels when they repeat it during a game. Although, to be fair, the shock of scoring a point in the twenty-third minute is a factor, too.

"My cousins and I pulled a trick like that one year," Higgins says, from her right. "Only, I dropped Katherine halfway through, and she broke her collarbone."

Rebecca looks at the cheering hoarde of young men in red and blue, thinking about the thin line they walk between milking penalties for drama and actually injuring themselves worryingly often. "Don't even joke about that."

But they win their game, which shouldn't be surprising after their hard work over the summer, and yet somehow, it is.

She can see how that's worth a ridiculous celebration.

#ted lasso #ted lasso fic #isaac mcadoo #dani rojas #roy kent #keeley jones #rebecca welton #crack fic #my writing #my stuff

[cyberdva]

The Haunting Of Queen Mary's Castle-  C.B  ~P.1☆

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Colby Brock Masterlist

Summary: Sam and Colby had the bright idea to drag their friends to Scotland, and where would the perfect video location be? How about Queen Mary’s haunted castle? It didn’t help that aspiring physic, Y/N wasn’t too happy to head out of the country, but Colby was there to help. And maybe he wanted something more than being there to help her. Could the spirits be on his side for once?

Word Count: 4k

Date Uploaded:  8/31/20

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: This fic is from the vault. I wrote this around January of this year, I start school again in two days and the work and stress load is going to be horrible, especially with it being half in person, half online. I hope to get some more creativity back when more pressure is put on me. I have plenty of ideas with just not enough passion and time. It’ll trickle back one day.

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“Holy Shit…” Colby held his camera closer to his chest as he walked closer towards the breathtaking Neidpath Castle. It’s aura seemed to engulf the curiosity of the young man. His friends splurged on a ten hour trip to Scotland for a quick Youtube video series, he knew near the end, half of them would be begging to go home. The comical routine played its key role in every single episode, no matter what the occasion was. It did make good money to be completely honest. Although, that wasn’t the main focus of their careers. He found himself under a tall bridge-like banister connecting its way to the entire estate. Next to him was his long time roommate, Corey. He sported a bright yellow hoodie in large contrast with Colby’s black one. It was sort of funny, each of his friends had a unique personality, yet connected so well. Of course, they were wearing their own merch. It helped the sales go up, not to mention it was awfully comfortable. A perk to the business if you say.

“And we thought the church was cool…” Sam, Colby’s best friend and other handler of the videography series on their channel, gaped in front of him. This place was bigger than any other private plot they’ve ever visited! It was a couple thousand dollars to rent out for the night, but with the palace’s history it was born to make a hefty income.

“We have this all to ourselves!” Colby nudged Sam, he handed the camera off to his friend Jake, who was talking a mile a minute to the other attendees. A new face poked out of the regular bunch.

“Are you gonna catch me when I get scared, Y/N?” Jake stuck his face in the view of the content woman. Her persona seemed quite drained due to the long trip. She was partially new to the Youtube platform, especially with ghost hunting. Not like Y/N was easily frightened, unlike her friends, it just wasn’t her go to for a cheap thrill. Nerves were indefinitely strained, since it was the first time out with the entire group. Nothing Jake couldn’t fix.

Her laugh trickled out blissfully, ”Wouldn’t Tara get jealous? You don't want to get on her bad side? Do you?” He quickly shook his head and gave a hesitant reply with his sheepish smile.

“We get this all to ourselves?” Colby queried. This place was double the size of the Trap House by far, they had to be scared shitless by the time they left. There had to be some sort of restrictions or a down sided catch to it all.

“Did you do any research on this place?” Y/N  slid up behind the unfocused main man, a small quirk to her. Colby jumped a smidge in light shock. He wasn’t expecting anyone to be genuinely interested with the property. Colby mentally cursed for being so jumpy.

“Jesus Y/N, you scared the shit out me.” He replied, not answering the girl’s question. Y/N met Sam and Colby way back in highschool. Each of them slithered their way into the other’s channels and have made frequent appearances. They definitely weren’t strangers, even though it seemed that way with fans. Y/N had more paranormal encounters out of all of the boys, despite a bit of distaste towards the topic. She was lugged around on long adventures to help them with videos. Some of her videos ranged from ‘‘accidentally’ joining a cult to “selling her soul”. She was the wicca-pedia they needed to not get possessed each trip.

“Ok pussy.” She walked off to talk to Corey, the pair oddly all had a strong connection from somewhere, and Colby sighed as to quickly put on his cheery online persona once more.

Sam waved up at a vacant window as the group, “Hello!” The woman replied unknowingly and aroused quite a shock of embarrassment. A faint giggling came from the couple in the back, “No,no, I do it better.” Corey got a hold of herself, “A Ra-Ta-Ta-tah.” The two burst back into their ceremonial laughs and briefed on about some TikToks they watched on the remotely silent ride from the airport. 

Sam turned back around to see the shorter woman. Notwithstanding her first place in line, “How is he gonna get a kiss kiss? Very ugly to me!” The duo rounded up to each other and laughed on their way up the trail, leaving the others confused and focused on talking to the groundskeeper.

“I’m assuming you are the caretaker of this?” The blonde one waved more at the older woman. She seemed more on the reserved side and peeled her eyes at the sight of a camera. A lovely addition to the already uncomfortable scene.

The woman gracefully approached Sam, “Yes, Yes I am. My name is Katrina.” Sam went on with the lady into a dark back door. The young adults glanced on in uncertainty. 

“Yo, why are they going off by themselves?” Colby asked Jake. The first rule of all of their videos was not to go off by yourself. Bad shit always follows. “He literally was like-”

“He’s been looking at her ass like all day.” Jake joked back, Corey attentively diverted himself from Y/N to get a jump in on whatever that conversation had morphed to.

“That’s whatever the fuck he was doing.” They all snickered and continued on with the inappropriate jokes. Editing this would be like a field day to Reggie.

“Is Kat gonna think…” Colby looked around jokingly, getting another round of laughter from the friends.

“I don’t know..” Colby softly replied. He pressed on to dumbfoundedly impersonate Sam’s girlfriend, “Oh it’s not cheating if he’s not in the same country.”

“It’s sexual relations Jake.” Y/N whispered at him. They continued to poke fun out of the cougar-lady, but her and Sam rushed back soon enough. Just in time to ask questions. 

“Uh, that was pretty much the coolest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” Sam pulled everyone aside with a smug look on his face. He honestly always had one of those. The blank stares that were thrown back at him weren’t what he expected. 

“Uh Sam what does that mean.” Jake chuckled. He looked around at everyone not able to catch on. The seriousness of the situation began to settle as everyone genuinely thought Sam could have done some weird shit with that groundskeeper.

“All I have say is that was quick man…” Colby scraped some gunk off of her nails while waiting for following instructions.

Sam obviously didn’t understand, “To fill you guys in I had to learn, kind of, where all the specific light switches were. I didn’t even look around. I just kinda looked at the ground until she saw.”

“You were like that’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” Colby turned the camera to focus on him and Jake mocking Sam’s slight happiness by seeing fancy rocks.

“It was only the stairs!” Sam said defeatedly, he didn’t want to spoil the real first looks.”That’s just giving you a little hint, but um, I asked her if she could you know fill us in on some of the information of, likewise castles here, the hauntings or any deaths and she said she knows some information.”

“Oh cool…” Colby was already quite unenthusiastic about this idea anyways. Katrina retreated out of the building quickly with keys in her hand. She sprinted over to all of them.

“Look it’s Sam’s new girlfriend!” Y/N cheered. Sam spun his head around, probably pulling a muscle in the process. The pure look of utter horror could not be more hysterical. Sam became flustered with a loss for words, his face tinted with a light shade of pink. Before he could muster up any sort of retort Katrina, the groundlady, came jogging back to the group.

“What’s some of the backstory about this castle?” Jake asked, he spun some rings around in his hand. Paying no mind to the other plot line adhering to his right.

“This castle was built in the second half of the 14th-Century, but there was another castle built before that in here. That was built in 110,so uh.” Few ‘Wows’ and ‘Oohs’ cut her off. “That was quite a while ago, but the Neidpath was built by the Family Of Fraser’s and they built a Buddha made castle. This one was burned down by the English army. After a guy named Simon Fraser, who’s the cousin of Braveheart, was captured and executed and that’s why the Buddha made the castle was burned to the ground. Another family built this castle, which was besieged in 1650 by the Cromwellian army. Legend says that this was the only stronghold of the Scottish borders which actually withstanded the siege. Whether it’s true or not, we don’t know, but what we do want you to know is that one-third of the castle collapsed, non-existing anymore.” She spoke with absolute passion. The place had so much rich history, the surrounding observers listened with extreme intent, not to miss one sentence in case it may help their investigation.

Colby raised his eyebrows at this question, “One-third of it?”

Katrina continued on, “Because of the siege. We do have a dungeon in the castle as well.” Everyone went silent.

“A dungeon?!” Jake nearly dropped a silver band he was picking on by the mention of this. His personality perked up and suddenly the whole crowd was uplifted. Finding weird places in “abandoned” areas is always a plus side, but this tops all of it.

“Guys shut up!” Y/N whacked Jake with her phone, he stuck his tongue out while rubbing his shoulder. She didn’t want to leave too bad of a first impression. It would be mortifying if something went wrong and the owner already hates you.

“Is there a dragon?” Corey brought everyone back to the topic of the castle, he didn’t want to be there a minute longer, but in this group you just do what you’re told and shut your mouth.

“We do have quite a big colony of bats under the roof, so I’m not sure if you really want to go down there Mister.” The group laughed and groaned at Katrina’s statement. Running into bats could be the worst thing to encounter.

Corey nodded in response, “So there are dragons.”

The history went on, “It was quite widely used during the 14th and 15th century because that was the only reason for the whole county.” The darker side of it all became slowly prevalent. It wasn’t just a posh place the others expected it to be. 

“Prison?” Sam posed. This just got a lot weirder than they all expected.

“Yes. You’ll be able to get into it because there is this rough opening through, which was made in the 17th century, but before that the only entrance to the dungeon was through the trap door from the guards. I should have shown you that, but I’m not going to. You’ll find it by yourself.

“Oh god…” Colby rubbed the bridge between his nose, an inevitable  headache was beginning to form.

Sam tittered, “Are we just going to fall through? Is that ok?” He got no proper answer, which set his worries on the run.

“So, the last prisoner was there in 1594, I think. We know there was a teenage boy like a 14 year old boy who was just pick pocketing people and he ended up here. The note didn’t say that he actually came out of there again.”

“Like meaning it’s haunted?” Colby preyed on.

“Uh, it is haunted!” Katrina stated blandly.

“Fun for us!” Y/N shrugged to hide her panic. Colby glanced at her. He sensed her anxiousness, he didn’t want her to be upset. Definitely not in the shitty environment. Of course, he cared for her, he just didn’t know how to open up and tell her. Would this really be the place?

“We do have our own one. Her name is Jean Douglas. She died in 1750, she was the daughter of one of the owners of the castle and she died of a broken heart.” The mood fell, a breeze pulled through and messed with the mics. Leaving just a sprinkle of static in the footage. Just in time.

“She was engaged to a young man, but he wasn't wealthy enough to win her family over, so he went abroad to win his fortune and fame and because he was away for far too long she went really sickly and pale and she didn’t eat. She didn’t sleep, so she was really frail when he finally came. When he was riding his horse through the archway she was at the window and he failed to recognize her because she was so altered and broke her heart and she died on the spot.”

The group had a silent reaction to the news, not knowing how to react.

“Ever since then she is walking through the castle being very tall, very gray, very pale looking, weeping.”

“What’s her name again?”

“Jean.” A tiny shiver racked through Sam’s body. He didn’t tell anyone. Just not to set anyone off. Now he really didn’t want to face this spirit.

“Have you ever seen Jean?” Y/N asked, trying her best not to be insensitive with the approach. These things are held really close to some people. Their experiences could be life changing, for others it could most certainly be a lot different.

“No, but I do have ghostbusters coming in several times a year and I asked what was the best recording ever and they were like ‘We got brilliant ones of screams.” 

“Ah..”

“And I was like inside of the castle. I’m here sometimes on my own in the middle of the night at midnight, one, two, three o’clock. When I have to lock up after the events and such. Do I really want to do that with screams in my head? No I don’t, I said no.”

“Alright sounds like it’s a nice haunted Scottish castle.” Sam tried his best to play off his uncomfortable feelings with humor. It did not work.

“I’m going to do the dungeon now. I’m not telling you what I’m going to do now and then the place will be yours” Katrina headed back into the castle with an odd vibe. 

“So, she’s gonna make us fall down the trap door, wow.” Jake leaned in for slight commentary.

“How much do you want to bet that we’re going to die?” Y/N grabbed her backpack to locate her wallet and pulled out a twenty.

“I bet 15.” Corey grabbed his wallet too.

“Guy, that is so sad though…” Colby came into the center of all of them, “Ok, that story. Imagine your husband comes home on a little horse and you're in this window, literally right there and then you die on the spot because he's like ‘Who’s that?’ It’s a tall, frail old lady that’s crying everywhere.” Colby clung to his sweatshirt, “Oh that’s so creepy!”

“Colby if you ever do that to me you’ll have to go back to VidCon alone again.” Y/N was putting in her best bet and threw a five at him. “You can use that for your ticket.” He blushed, just like Sam moments before.

Sam added more commentary from behind the camera, “They’ve heard screams within the castle.” Katrina came right back out with her deafening personality, handed the keys to Sam and hopped right back in her small, blue car, and left with no exchange of words.

“She creeps me out.” Jake in discomfort. To be fair, she is a creepy ass old lady who owns a castle in the middle of nowhere.

Corey turned away from the groundskeeper's car and shrugged off his jitters, "So we have a castle to ourselves...”

“This is amazing!” Sam couldn’t contain his excitement.

“No Shit. I still can’t grasp why you all buyout expensive stuff like a castle.” Y/N gripped the abundance of bet money and slid it all bad into her bag.

Colby inspected the property more in depth, as if he was waiting for a ghoul to poke out at any given time, “This is where we’re staying tonight.” With a grand motion upwards Sam panned the camera up and down.

“And you guys...” Sam pulled the camera away from the stronghold and directed the frame to the rest of his friends,”..have not even seen the inside at all.”

“I know, I know.” Colby pulled his beanie down his head, the enlightened sun seemed to cascade into the clouds with a faint breeze.

“Let’s go find our cottage, get ourselves completely set up and ready for the night. Take some pictures before sun down and then go into the castle, because like we can’t lose this sunset and we got to figure this out.” Sam did some weird hand movements in front of the camera and handed it off to the other’s opinions.

Colby nodded his head up and down in agreement,” Yeah definitely.” Jake wandered around with a rock and for the most part everyone said eye to eye.

“Unfair treatment. I wanted to go in now.” Y/N gave a side glance to Sam and Corey brushed his hand over her playfully. She walked back into frame,“All I gotta say is, Colby Brock Hot Edits.” Colby walked up next to her with a shit-eating grin in approval. Who doesn’t love Colby Brock edits?”

“Shut up, you’re just jealous that there’s no Y/N L/N hot edits for you.” He playfully jabbed back at her with a growing flutter in his stomach. He fucking hated that feeling to no end, but it was such a drug. Only when she was around.

“Alright let’s go, I’m bored as shit.” Jake came back with his new pet rock and put his arm around Corey. Sam cut the camera and went down the forked path. Right down the road was a cottage for visitors.

“Hey Y/N,” Colby came jogging up to the colleen, “Did you see any weird stuff yet?” He shoved his hands in his pockets, a symptom of his bashfulness, he began to rethink his uncolorful wording in his sentence. He just had the sudden urge to go up to her and she wasn’t complaining one bit.

She looked over at him, “No, not yet. I just got really put-off by that lady. She just was so…” Her eyes connected with his and a glistening highlight overcame the peaking iris. The words weren’t verbally there, but he understood what was there.

Sam cut her off, “Dude. Look how big this place is.” It was rationally smaller than their house back in LA, but it was sizable for an ancient brick living space.

Jake made the most commotion out of the seven, “Whoever is first picks where they sleep!” He dashed ahead of the group and everyone picked up speed, almost dropping the rock he just adopted.

“I think there’s only like three beds.” Sam panted. No one paid much mind to him and kept running. They all toppled into the door and Corey unlocked it, which left the rest to run up to a room. Jake took the first one to the left, Sam tumbled into the one across. A room had a small couch for Corey and last, but not least…

“Looks like we’re bunking L/N.”

“Fuck you Brock.”

Sam peaked his head in, “Guys, we have film some shots of the place. Come on.” The three made it to the living room where all and sundry were. Sam grabbed his camera and got everyone in shot.

“What?!” With grand motions each person stood up in their acts of shock. Even though it had been there for a solid five minutes the audience always has to be entertained.

Colby turned around, “Yo! We got a TV too!” A small Toshiba was put on a step stool. It would probably gain no use tonight anyways. It looked like a piece of crap too, thank god for Youtube.

They all got up from their seats and went to uncover the rest of the place, “This is nice, very cool.” Colby led them into Corey’s room. A huge bed frame was around a pink canopy bed. Old photos and paintings of the fortress were hung evenly around the perimeter. Sam went through the rest of the rooms and told everyone to head off and get ready.

The guys took cold showers and Y/N soaked in a muddled bath in the basement. She didn’t like it here. Her mind couldn’t unravel much. Sam was stationed upstairs doing a camera touch up with Jake by his side talking about the new Harry Styles album. A half an hour later everyone was wearing at least one faction of Sam and Colby merch, phones were charged and beams from flashlights slid across the floor like a jumping snake.

The group divided into pairs as they walked to the castle. The sky grew much darker than expected and it felt like a looming spirit chipped away at the warm function of friends. The camera was whipped right back out.

“Alright, we are all showered, changed, and ready to explore the castle before sunset.” All went under the arch while the audio was whacked around by the wind.

Colby turned from his conversation to the viewers, "I’m still like flipping out that we’re staying here tonight. That’s crazy!” His lantern swung below him and the towering castle was engulfed by the purple skies. “Look at this place! Look at that beautiful sunset!” He yelled.

Y/N raised her eyebrows, “Since when were you PG-13?”

He blandly stared at her,”Shut up I need to make money,” He looked back at the camera, “When I was like blow-drying my hair and stuff after my shower, my hair dryer was insanely powerful. There’s obviously a lot of energy in it, like the voltage.” 

“I thought he said blow-j-.” Corey chimed in. He shut himself up so they wouldn’t get demonetized, it would be a funny way to go down though. Y/N and Colby giggled along with him. It wasn’t a rare occasion that they all were out laughing and joking, just the side chick with the haunted castle. 

Corey swung his flashlight up and down, “His blow dryer started smoking and like almost blew up.”

“So, what I’m saying is the spirits could use all of this energy to talk to us.”

They all made it to the castle and it was around five-thirty. There wasn’t much to do at this time, but she was always watching. There was something about to happen they could all feel it and that thing, it wasn’t going to be good.

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Bake-off - JJ (Outer Banks)

Request: can you write something with jj where the reader bakes a lot :) i understand if not, but i bake a lot (especially pies, i’m rambling sorry!) and thought this would be cute

A/N: So, since it’s JJ the baking had to include weed. 😛

Outer Banks Masterlist

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The tray of banana nut muffins sat on John B’s table, half eaten. It was long before Big John died that there was ever even a homemade birthday cake in the house, neither men having much luck in the kitchen. But the muffins didn’t belong to John B anyway, they were JJ’s, which was even more peculiar, according to Kiara. If the Routledge men were shit at baking than the Maybank’s had never even turned on an oven.  

“They’re a gift.” JJ shrugged, laying across the laz-e-boy on the porch and munching on one.  

“A gift?” That was more shocking than their existence. JJ didn’t really get gifts and definitely not baked goods.  

“Did you mow someone’s lawn?” Pope asked, reaching for the muffin only to have JJ Flop away from him at the last second.  

“You could say that.” He grinned, attempting and failing a wink.  

“Ew, JJ.” Kiara groaned and walked back into the living room, emerging a moment later with one, “oh my god they’re edibles.”

“What?” Pope asked.  

“There’s weed in them.”

“Yes there is.” JJ grinned, “I ate two last night and was cooked. It’s some good shit.”

“Is it your shit?” Kiara asked, taking a bite.  

“Obviously, I said it was good didn’t I? I got the best shit on the island Kie.” He replied.  

“I know you didn’t make them so who made them for you?”  

-

JJ was a purest, as he dramatically referred to it. He rolled his own joints, dried his own weed for vaping, and he didn’t do edibles. At least he didn’t until one of the guys in the kitchen at the hotel turned 21. A box of cookies sat on the counter in the kitchen, marked Andrew. Double chocolate-chocolate chip, according to Andrew, and packed with a enough weed to “have you cooked after half of it”.  

“They’re delicious man, you gotta try one.” Andrew had insisted.  

“I don’t do edibles.”  

“You’ll regret it.”

And naturally, being told that there was the possibility for regret was a guaranteed way to ensure JJ did something. His bizarre fear of missing out dictated that he have no regrets and so he took one and ate the whole thing right there in the kitchen. And it was good...it was so good it didn’t even taste like weed and he was two seconds from telling Andrew he’d been dupped when he felt the familiar ease settle over him.  

“Where’d you get these?” He asked, slipping three into a plastic bag and dropping them in his backpack.  

“That girl that works in the kids area.” Andrew shrugged.  

You were a glorified babysitter, in charge of occupying people’s toddlers while they went out to play golf or shop or go to the spa. Not the greatest job in the world but the kids were usually easily contained and the parents always tipped well.  

JJ knew you to see you, always wandering around with some kid or another attached to your hip, talking about Frozen or Descendants...he’d heard you duet a song from some Disney Channel movie with one of the little girls just last week. It made you seem a bit green honestly. He couldn’t imagine you doing anything less than innocent, especially making your own edibles.  

He waited until after his shift to look for you, still wearing his white button up and vest but with his cargo shorts back on. You were outside supervising and participating in a game of soccer with a handful of eight year olds.  

“Hey,” he called, waving to you as he walked up. You tossed the soccer ball back into the makeshift field and turned toward JJ, “Andrew said you made him those cookies, for his birthday.”  

“Oh yeah,” you nodded, “I know he doesn’t like to smoke so...”  

“Could you make me some?”  

“Sure, what flavor?” You turned away for a moment to make sure all five of your children were still actively playing soccer and JJ took the opportunity to check you out. Your t-shirt advertised the hotel and hung loose on you. Shorts and a pair of running shoes completed the look and he was appreciative for the view of your legs.  

“Chocolate peanut butter.” JJ decided.

-

Chocolate peanut butter cookies, snickerdoodles, brownies, blondies, coffee cake, you and JJ had slowly formed a friendship built on experimental edible recipes. He supplied the weed and you made him whatever baked goods he could think up. He had even downloaded the Tasty app and Pinterest for the sake of finding new desserts for you to tackle.  

“So this girl just makes you whatever you want?” Kiara asked the next time a container of cookies appeared at John B’s house. Sugar cookies, with piped on icing that made them look like beach balls.  

“It’s business Kie. I supply the weed from my cousin, she makes the edibles. We sell them too, it’s a very lucrative business.” JJ replied, eyes closed, laying in the hammock outside John B’s while he smoked.  

Kiara was munching on a sugar cookie. She wasn’t really complaining about the edibles, her mom had been on her lately about the possibility of her smoking and the edibles were easier to hide. Especially because yours didn’t smell half as bad as some she’d had in the past. Mostly she was just curious about this girl that JJ was spending time with. He acted like it was casual but Kiara had known him for a long time and she knew JJ lacked the ability to hang out with a girl casually. Even they toed the line sometimes.  

“So when can we meet your esteemed business partner?” Kiara asked.  

“What?” JJ rolled his head to the side to look over at her, pushing his sunglasses down his nose. “Why do you wanna meet her?”

“Why don’t you want us to meet her?” She countered.  

“I don’t care. You can meet her.” JJ replied, trying to act nonchalant about the whole thing. He couldn’t fool Kiara and he knew that but that didn’t stop him from trying. He didn’t want you to meet his friends, mainly because he liked having you all to himself. It meant your attention wasn’t divided four ways.  

-

“These are burnt on the bottom.” You commented, sitting on the kitchen island beside a cooling rack of peanut butter cookies. The peanut butter was JJ’s favorite though you usually didn’t make them because of allergies.  

“They’re fine.” JJ replied, munching on a cookie while he scrolled through tiktok. You rolled your eyes at him and held one up, turning it over to inspect the nearly black bottom of the cookie. JJ had sworn that he would keep an eye on them while you left to talk to your mom on the phone but he’d let the buzzer go two minutes before he finally took it out.

“At least you’re the only one eating them.” You remarked, taking a bite of the one in your hands. You scrunched up your nose at the taste of burnt cookie, “the high better be worth it.”  

JJ put his phone down, pushing off the counter so that he could come over and stand in front of you. You raised an eyebrow as JJ moved your knees apart so that he could stand between your legs. He opened his mouth, letting out an ‘ahh’ and you rolled your eyes at him as you placed the burnt peanut butter cookie in his mouth.  

“It’s burnt.” You reiterated, watching him chew the cookie. You had discovered that JJ could pace himself far better with a blunt than he could a batch of cookies. He’d eat three in a row and get cooked, an unusual occurrence for him. You ran a hand through his hair, brushing it out of his eyes. “Your hair is so greasy it literally stands up on its own.” You teased.

“I washed it!”  

“The last time you went in the ocean does not count as a bath.” You replied. You continued to play with his hair as he leaned closer to you, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.  

“You have off tomorrow?” JJ asked, still munching on his cookie.

“Yeah but my mom’s home all day.” You replied.  

The experimental creating of edibles had led to a friendship and then a something in between. You weren’t quite ready to call JJ your boyfriend but you certainly weren’t entertaining the idea of anyone else. He spent all his time at your house when he wasn’t with his friends or working. Even when your mom was home and there was no baking, he hung around. At work he sought you out throughout the day, more than once crashing whatever activity you were doing with your kids.  

“I was thinking you could come out on the boat with us.” JJ said. He was determined, now that he’d told Kiara he would, to introduce you to everyone. It certainly didn’t mean that he was planning on giving up his alone time with you but he’d concede to Kiara this time. “My friends wanna meet you.”

“Okay, I’d like that.” You replied, smiling at the implication that he was introducing you to his friends, “but I’m making them better cookies cause these are burnt.”

“There’s nothing wrong with them.”

“No but there’s something wrong with me for trusting you to watch the oven.” You said.  

His eyes opened and he pouted at you. “I’m very responsible.”

“I know babe.”  

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[captaincartervalues]

My Stubborn Alien (for the fic title thing)

“Jus truuusst me, Lena thi- thisis a greaaat idea!” Kara empathically waves her hands.

“Kara, you’re drunk and this is most definitely not a good idea.” Lena replies matter of factly.

“Imnot drunk. Yooou’re drunk.”

Lena shakes her head at her girlfriend in exasperation.

“N Ssure it is! S’its what the peeople want. ANd it’s gunna be gREAt for ma image! No more ‘Oh Supergirl’s sooo uptight’ or ‘Oh Supergirl is toooo muchofa goodie tooshoes’ or ‘out of touch with the people’!” Kara airquotes.

Lena raises her eyebrows and tries to conceal her smirk.

“Imma be hip! Imma be wit da people, LenAa!” Kara reaches out to boop Lena’s nose as she’s making her last point. “Supergirl is CoOl Ssupergurl is sFun! Thhiss is gonna show everyone that. Okay? Okay.”

“Does this have something to do with the article Andrea had William publish this week?” Lena asks gently.

“NooOoo.”

“So this has nothing to do with her saying Supergirl isn’t the kind of hero you wanna have a drink with?” Lena presses.

“Uhh noo.” Kara insists defiantly. “It’s about the gAys!” Kara comes up with.

“What?” Lena laughs out.

“Nia said Tiktok is on the rage and the gays love it! And I wannabe something the gays love toooo” Kara points out.

“Darling, I’m pretty sure the gays already love you...”

“Yeeaaaahh BUT do they knooow I love them back?! Isdunno... Isss why I need Tikstok!” Kara exclaims as if her reasoning is flawless.

Lena looks at the innocent face on her drunk girlfriend and knows they’re going to be in trouble tomorrow. “There’s no talking you out of this right now, is there?”

“NOpe!” Kara smiles triumphantly.

Lena sighs as she acquiesces “Fine.”

Kara jumps up and down with exuberance.

“But I’m not taking any of your complaints when you regret this tomorrow.”

———

Kara wakes up with a decent hangover, which wouldn’t be so bad, if she didn’t also wake up to an empty bed and no Lena to snuggle.

With a pouty face and her eyes half closed, Kara glacially shuffles out towards the kitchen and freshly made coffee. Although, she quickly realizes her and Lena aren’t alone this morning when she hears a whispered conversation.

“Alex? What are doing here so early?” Kara inquires as she excitedly spots the donuts her sister must have brought over.

“Oh you know just catching up with my future sister-in-law about how your night was.” Alex says sharply.

Kara brushes past the sister-in-law comment and looks skeptically at Alex as she eats her second donut. “It was fine. Pretty low key.” Kara says with her mouth full.

Alex scoffs “LOWkey?! Mmm and how much of it do you remember there, Kar?”

Kara looks to Lena with questioning eyes but Lena won’t quite look at her as she chuckles behind her coffee cup. “Most of it...I mean I don’t really remember going to bed once we got home but -”

Lena bursts out laughing at Kara’s unassuming admission.

“This isn’t funny, Lena.” Alex chastises.

“I mean it kind of is, Alex. Come on, it wasn’t that bad in the end” Lena argues.

Kara cuts Alex off before she can argue back “What wasn’t that bad?”

“Oh why don’t we just show you superstar!” Alex quips.

Lena takes pity on Kara’s still confused face and pats the seat on the couch next to her “You’re gonna want to sit down for this one, honey.”

Kara takes the offered seat as Lena hands her phone over to Kara after opening the Tiktok app. Kara’s mouth immediately drops when she sees herself in her Supergirl suit on the screen.

“Oh no!” Kara gasps.

“Oh YES.” Alex digs. “Go on, press play.”

Kara presses play and immediately regrets it as she watches herself stare back with ‘sexy’ eyes and lick her lips before lip syncing:

“I wanna put you in 7 positions for 70 minutes. You get it babe. You got a lot on your mind and I want to ease it up and lick it and slip it in. You do a light scream on the ice cream when I scoop it and dip it in.”

“Oh. My. Rao.” Kara groans as she presses pause to stop the video. “Why am I seducing the camera in my Supergirl suit?”

“That’s a great question, isn’t it Kara?” Alex jabs sarcastically. “Lena?”

“You said it was trendy and that the TikTok gays would appreciate it.” Lena offers.

“Why didn’t you stop me??” Kara whines.

“I tried!” Lena defends. “You told me it was homophobic and a hate crime not to post it!”

“I am never drinking Vahorian Rum again.” Kara says as she sinks into the couch.

“You said that last time.” Alex mocks.

Kara glares at her sister before attempting her patented optimism. “Okay, so I made a TikTok as Supergirl last night. At least it’s just this one video with only - um” Kara checks the phone “3.6 million views...”

Kara sighs, “It could be worse.”

Alex and Lena exchange a knowing look and Kara’s eyes go wide.

“I made MORE than one video?!?” Kara postures.

“Try like six.” Alex huffs disapprovingly.

“Oh Rao!”

“Weeelllll, she only posted six...” Lena adds.

“OH RAO!” Kara groans. “Show them all to me now.”

The three of them proceed to watch all of Kara’s drunkenly produced TikToks from the night before.

“Ayyyoooooo bisexual check!”

Kara doesn’t even know how she manages to roll the sleeves and pants of her supersuit but she watches herself do it before putting a beanie and chucks on, grabbing her ukele, and topping it off by replacing her cape with a bisexual flag.

“I don’t even have a bisexual flag!” Kara blurts.

“You do now.” Alex points to it draped over the dining table.

Kara looks at Lena baffled.

“You said it was ‘essential’, yelled ‘brb’, and came back with the flag and some candy before I could open my mouth.” Lena explains.

Kara sighs and scrolls to the next video.

“Ayyyoooooo everyone thinks my cousin is hot check!”

This video turns out to be just Kara rolling her eyes and shaking her head with embarrassment in front of a bunch of pictures of Kal in his Superman suit. Most of the comments on the video are either ‘well they ain’t wrong doe’ or ‘not as hot as you Supergirl’ and Kara isn’t sure which she hates more.

The next one starts with Kara and Lena standing next to and looking at each other with background music and the caption ‘whenever Lex tries to take over the world’ and ends with them not missing a beat as they turn towards the camera and lip sync:

“What kind of fuckery is this?”

“Okay this one is kind of funny.” Kara cautiously proclaims.

“Yeah I liked that one too.” Lena admits with a smile.

“Should have said ‘whenever Lex does anything’.” Alex corrects. They all burst out laughing at that.

With the mood slightly lightened, Kara scrolls to the next video.

“Ayyyoooooo jawline check!”

Kara is already cringing again as she anticipates watching herself show off her jawline but is surprised when the camera flips to Lena rolling her eyes as Kara’s hand turns her head to its profile to hype up her girlfriend’s impeccable jawline.

“I’m so sorry” Kara says sheepishly.

“It’s okay, babe.” Lena reassures her as she presses a quick kiss to Kara’s lips.

“I mean...Lena’s jawline was made for this trend sooo...” Alex concedes.

Lena rolls her eyes again as Kara shrugs, “She’s not wrong, babe.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just watch the last one you posted because it’s Alex’s and mine’s favorite.” Lena says as she and Alex laugh in anticipation.

“Oh no.” Kara sighs before scrolling.

Music plays as she watches stock images of Superman, the Flash, and the Arrow pop up before Kara appears and lip syncs the last line with a cocky grin:

“These boys ain’t shit.”

“Oh my - Lena! How could you let me post theeeese?” Kara tries again.

“Listen,” Lena starts “you’re very stubborn when you’re drunk and it took everything I had to keep you from posting the other videos!”

“Do I even want to know?” Kara questions.

“I do!” Alex says taking a little too much enjoyment in Kara’s suffering.

Lena pulls out another phone.

“At least you guys were smart enough to use one of Supergirl’s burner phones and not your personal phones.” Alex says.

Lena tosses Alex a side eye. “Do I look stupid to you?” Lena asks rhetorically. “I also added extra layers of encryption to the app and the phone just in case.”

“Well I don’t know! You were stupid enough to fall in love with this idiot.” Alex mumbles as she points toward Kara.

“Normally I would be offended, but after last night, you might have a point.” Kara says.

Lena pulls up the the drafts she refused to let Kara post.

The first one is Kara floating with Lena in her arms in a bridal carry and the caption ‘when you save Lena Luthor from an attack’. Kara is looking at Lena before she turns to the camera and lip syncs:

“I think. You know. Where this about to go.”

Drunk Kara added some eyebrow raises and a wink before kissing Lena at the end.

“Okay it’s probably a really good thing you didn’t let me post this.” Kara admits.

“You think?!” Alex chastises.

Kara clicks on another video in the drafts to avoid Alex’s judgmental gaze.

This video is Kara and Lena standing in from of the camera facing each other as Kara lip syncs to her:

“You say we’re just friends....”

Kara smiles and pans to the camera. “But friends don’t know the way you taste.”

Kara smirks as Lena’s mouth drops and she goes to stop the recording immediately.

“OHkay I did not need to see that last one, Lena!” Alex complains.

“You asked for it.” Lena shrugs.

“She’s right. You did.” Kara backs up her girlfriend.

Alex glares at them both. “You two are lucky no one pieced together where you were or who you are!” Alex scolds as she points at Kara.

“I think it helped that Supergirl and I have a known working friendship.” Lena admits. “No one questioned why she was drunk and with me.”

“What has been the overall reaction to these?” Kara inquires.

“Honestly, it’s been mostly positive with most fans loving the content and an inside look at playful Supergirl.” Lena explains.

“Though there have been some critics questioning why a hero would get drunk at all with the responsibilities you have.” Alex levels. “And some negative responses from parents about the appropriateness of some of the content.”

Kara sighs resigned to the damage she has done.

“But. On the positive side, you were right!” Lena adds with encouragement.

Kara tilts her head quizzically.

“The gays LOVED it and they loved that they now definitively have a shot because you like girls!” Lena teases.

“Oh Rao! I can not believe Supergirl came out as bisexual on TikTok! Kate got an incredibly well written and thoughtful article on what it means to her and the world that Batwoman is gay and I got thirst traps! THIRST TRAPS!” Kara groans.

Alex shakes her head and Lena tries to hold back her laughter.

“I can’t believe you let me do this, Lena!”

“Hey, I told you it’s not my fault! You’re one stubborn alien when drunk.”

“But I’m your stubborn alien and you’re responsible for me.” Kara counters with a whine.

Lena sighs as she takes Kara into her arms. “You are my stubborn alien...with a drunken propensity for thirst traps.”

———

Kara embraces her drunken mistakes and utilizes her newly created TikTok fame to connect with the people and kids of National City on a more human level. She does PSAs and educational material in her videos as well as more lighthearted fun ones that people love.

She also managed to convince her superfriends to be in videos with her. The most liked videos on her page are the ‘flip the switch’ videos she’s done with the other heroes where the light goes off and they swap costumes. It started with Dreamer when Nia told her about it and convinced her to do it. Then Kara got Barry to do one (pretty easily) and then Sara, Killer Frost, J’onn, Mia, Constantine, and even Kate (after a lot of convincing). She also roped Kal into doing one with her old suit so he ended up in a skirt. That one is definitely her fav.

Generally, Supergirl’s official account has veered aware from making any more thirst traps, but that doesn’t seem stop other creators from making raunchy thirst traps about Supergirl.

Though, after some time and much convincing from Lena, Kara releases the last video in her drafts from that first drunken night.

“They say drunk words are sober thoughts” a sober Supergirl says as she shrugs and the video cuts to the clip of her drunk sprawled out upside down on the couch “Women are just like...sooooo HOT”

A lot of women liked that post.

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wake me up : d.d

brief summary: at the age of sixteen everyone receives the sentence of their soulmate tattooed on their wrist. but after years of waiting, you’re wondering if they’ll ever turn up 

word count: 1.3k requested: not by anyone. i wrote something similar on one of my other blogs and it’s inspired by that tiktok pov about soulmates.  warnings: none that i’m aware of 

* masterlistin’ / masterlistin’ 2.0

(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it isn’t me. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

also this is dedicated to @dolanwithdobrik​ because home girl read both masterlists in a month which is insane. this is your medal, and thank you for reading

“Okay, 3,2,1!” Your friends eagerly sit opposite you as you keep your eyes closed before you pull down your sleeve.

They watch in anticipation as your eyes scan over the words, seeing your brows furrow together. “Well?” One of your friends speaks up as an uncomfortable silence settles in your room.

A deep huff leaves your lips as you show them your wrist. “I mean what is that even supposed to mean?” You question in frustration, rereading what their first words to you will be.

“And who’s Jonah?” Another friend pitches in with a small laugh.

You wish you could find it funny, but this is what you’re stuck with until you find them.

‘Okay, who wants to see Jonah shirtless?’

*

At the age of eighteen, you thought you might’ve found them. You were attending your cousin's hen do and for part of her last night of freedom, strippers were involved.

All of the others around you cheered as a policeman, a fireman and a doctor walked in. “Okay, which of you ladies wants to see Josh take his top off?” The policeman asked and your eyes widened. “How about you little lady?” He directed the question to you. 

Looking down at your wrist you shake your head. “I’m good, thanks. But I think Alicia might enjoy some time with Josh?” You suggest as the Fireman turns to face your friend and head bridesmaid.

“I’ve always wanted to go down a fireman’s pole!” She drunkenly laughs and you watch as the fireman’s eyes widen.

“Just wait til you see the fire truck.” He jokes back and Alicia nearly chokes on her drink. “Hi love, about time I finally met my soulmate.”

It was safe to say it wasn’t your night, nor year. You watched on as all your friends started to find their soulmates, how genuinely happy they seemed to be.

You longed to have that connection with someone. That out there someone is going to be your destined other half. It sounds intimidating, but you were raised with this belief. Hell, everyone was.

When you left home for college, you were told you had a 90% chance of meeting your soulmate there. You were going to be surrounded by young people all wondering the same question. What you hadn’t anticipated were the daily conversations of joy that surrounded you whilst you remained alone.

“They found me in class!”

“I found her on the subway. So cliche but perfect.”

“We met at that party last week.”

“I don’t think I knew what love was until I found him.”

Within weeks of being at college, you kept your head down and hoodie on. You didn’t want anyone to see your soulmates sentence because they were nowhere to be found. 

Which all leads you to now. At the age of twenty, the majority of your friends have found their soulmates and you’ve given up hope.

It’s not uncommon for some to give up trying. The painful reality is time will guide you, and it’s a real son of a bitch.

Three consistent knocks on your door alert you as you glance from your phone to the door. “Y/n.” One of your roommates, Eliza, calls through the door. “Look we know you’re in there, but come on you gotta go out at some point.” Eliza tries to reason as she turns to her girlfriend with a sympathetic smile.

“How about we go to this event that’s being hosted? It’s super chill and you can go in your sweats.” Florice suggests and wears a hopeful smile as movement can be heard from your room.

Tracing over to the door you swing it open, looking at two of your roommates who are each other’s soulmates. “If I can be comfy I’ll come. What is it anyway?” You question, raising an eyebrow.

“Some YouTube guy from LA. I think his name is David Dokrik?” Eliza tries her best to remember his name, catching a small chuckle leaving your lips.

“Alright, he better be worth it.” You mutter as you grab your things and follow them out of the apartment.

*

Everyone rams into the lecture theatre with excitement as the buzz about this guy and his friends accompanying him only grows.

“What’s the big deal about this guy?” You turn to Eliza who simply shrugs her shoulders, but a guy in front of you turns around.

“He gives out free money and laptops and shit for literally no reason. He’s just rich.” He tells you and you shake your head in disbelief. “Seriously, I bet we’ll all leave with a laptop or a thousand dollars.” He smiles eagerly before turning back around whilst disbelief remains evident in your expression.

“I mean who is that nice?” You scoff as one of the professors walks onto the stage and silence falls.

“Good afternoon students. Today I am delighted to introduce you to David Dobrik and his friends. They’ll be conducting a talk on business skills within the media.”

You turn to Eliza and Florice with a dead look in your eyes. “You said this would be fun.” You mutter to them. “I could be sleeping right now.”

“Then go to sleep here. We’re literally two rows from the back no one will notice.” Florice inputs and you nod, curling up into your hoodie before shutting your eyes as the applause begins. “Just don’t start snoring again.” She quips as she looks over, already seeing you fast asleep.

As David continues with his talk, his eyes wander around the room in anticipation. Over the last few months, he’s done countless events at colleges, just hoping one of them might hold his soulmate. Despite his efforts to keep his sentence hidden on social media, it doesn’t mean the odd person tries to make out they belong together.

Everyone in the audience is enticed by Davids words, including two of your friends whilst you remain in a deep sleep.

“Okay, so I gotta finish this up as I’ll never stop talking otherwise.” David states as he laughs into the microphone.

“Don’t go!” One person yells from the crowd and a series of laughter follows.

“I gotta, I’m sorry guys.” He admits with a heavy heart knowing it’s been another day without finding his soulmate. “But I do have a surprise for you all.”

Excitement intensifies around the room as David rises to his feet. “Under one chair is a cheque for a thousand dollars. If you find it, it’s yours to keep.” He announces with a bright smile as everyone rummages under their chairs.

“Oh my god!” A guy yells out loud, causing you to wake up. “Is this fucking real?” He continues to yell, ignoring the glare from the professor.

As he holds the cheque up confetti flies through the room and you notice David holding a camera as everyone cheers. Without a second to doubt what’s happening, you rise to your feet like everyone else as they clap.

A series of people join David on stage and the cheers from your fellow students grow. “I love you, Jonah!” The guy in front of you yells and initially, you overlook it until David looks to Jonah with a devious smile.

“Okay, who wants to see Jonah shirtless?” David yells and everyone falls silent, mutters exchanges as Jonah stands still looking at David.

“What the fuck dude?” Jonah mutters before heading to the right-wing of the stage until a voice yells out.

“Oh my god, finally!” You blurt out, a nervous laugh escaping your lips as you make eye contact with David.

“No way,” David whispers to himself as he makes his way from the stage, watching as you weave through other students to descend down the staircase.

Everyone turns to look at you both with phones in hand as you stand in front of David. “Hi?” You question, seeing him up close with a wide grin on his face.

“Hi. It’s good to finally meet you.” He says before wrapping his arms around you tightly, not wanting to ever let you go.

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