#and uhhhh fuck I'm blanking

[lord-radish]

I might go through and list all the songs I first heard on Scrubs as a kid, forgot all about, found again independently of Scrubs and really enjoyed, and then heard on Scrubs a second time as an adult

#scrubs #there are at least five #rain king by counting crows world spins madly on by the weepies hundred years by five for fighting winter by josh radin #and uhhhh fuck I'm blanking #I'm tapping out at four - but those four are rapid-fire off the top of my head #and I'm *certain* there's more

[soldiertransgender]

your awful parenting strategies are no match for me! I’ve been doing this years!

#tw negative self talk #tw emotional manipulation #tw emotional distress #I'm putting those there bc I have no fucking clue what tws to use for this- #ask 2 tag #anyways not my best morning #thats for sure #i stole the base from google because i couldn't find a blank template #uhhhh #meme #there

[dxckgrxsonx]

HOPE I'M NOT LATE!! But exbf!Dick dry humping you before fucking you just bc he is bitter about you sleeping w others after him and telling you that you don't deserve to actually feel him so he is going to only make you cum like that ((which is a lie, homeboy doesn't have that much self control))

Pairing - Exbf!Dick Grayson X (F) Reader Words - 1.4k Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Dry Humping - Dirty Talk - Swearing - Angst - They still have feelings for each other ur honour. Notes - ahnjdsjkfkk hii!! you’re not late my darling, I’m always here for exbf!Dick thoughts 😏 I’m not putting this in the actual fic but you’ve inspired me so uhhhh...here you go x

MASTERLIST

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He’s a complete contradiction.

There’s nothing consistent about him and there's some raw part of you, peeled back and stinging at the sight of Dick Grayson, suffering at the hands of his own internal conflict. He says one thing but it knocks into another and nothing he wrangles from his own mouth matches up, none of it makes sense.

It’s been over a year without him and even now, he still feels familiar. A lost language you still know how to speak. A recipe you don’t need to read to know how to make. He keeps his phone in the same pocket. Still holds himself tense and ready to shut you down if you prod at the wrong wound.

Always trying to take his own emotion out of the equation and failing.

“Are you even hearing yourself?” You finally snap, half rounded towards his bedroom door. “You’re fucking unbelievable.” Dick grinds his teeth, jaw flexing. You don’t see the hesitation on his face, but you feel it right through to your spine bones. “You’re asking about my personal life like you still have a right to know the answer. We broke up, Grayson. It’s been over a goddamn year.”

He reels back, only slightly, but enough to let you know that you brushed along the wrong bruise, the wrong wound he still can’t get to fully heal over.

“I asked you one question.” Dick growls.

He shifts on his feet and you find yourself automatically moving to compensate. Annoyingly, you watch as Dick catches your slight shift and dissolves into something smug and knowing. Over twelve months apart and you still read each other like the back of your own hands.

“Two.” You confess. It comes out like a taunt, a shining weapon ready to cut him straight down to the bone. Parts of you haven’t changed. You find that even though you’re not together, you still experience the same pounding rush of emotion when you say something that riles him up. “Since you, there’s been two.”

Something on his face cracks wide open and you hardly manage to blink before he has crowded under him.

You’ll never admit it. Especially not to him, not to yourself, not even to God.

But you’ve missed this; missed him.

Dick is firm and heavy above you, pupils so dilated you can’t find the colour. Despite it, you still know the exact shade, can see it if you blink your eyes closed and focus. Funny, how your brain holds onto everything you learnt about him, how it refuses point blank to let it go.

Bullying himself between your thighs he forces your legs over his hips, spreads you out until you’re pressed up against him. There’s a push of his clothed cock against your covered pussy and Dick grinds down just hard enough to wrench a gasp from your mouth.

Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip you whine when he grinds into you again, harder this time.

“I should remind you of what you’re missing. Should fuck you like I used to.” Dick says, grabbing your hands and pinning them over your head. He leans down close enough to have his breath tickle your cheeks, almost traitorously, you want to lean up and kiss him. “But you don’t deserve that.”

His biceps flex when you twist against him and try to wriggle out of his firm grip. Frustration hooks into each trembling nerve and your hips kick up, trying to grind against the outline of his cock.

You don’t need him to remind you.

Since the breakup, you’ve slept with two people and neither of them could give you what he could.

Dick smirks, emotion finally filtering back into the handsome lines of his face, “You’re not going anywhere. This is all you’re getting, and you don’t even deserve that.”

Your eyes roll back, “Dick–”

Rocking into your clothed cunt you feel your clit ache and start to swell up. The soft fabric of your underwear sticks to the slick, puffy lips of your pussy and when Dick grinds into you again, the fabric pulls up tight between your lips and presses firm on your clit.

Swearing under your breath you whimper when Dick moves his hands to interlock your fingers. It’s the first tender thing he’s done since seeing you again and part of you–the soft, forever grieving part of you–wonders why you didn’t fight harder when your relationship began failing.

Arching your back, your thighs tremble over Dick’s strong hips,

“S’not enough.” You complain.

“Well it’s all you’re getting. You either come from this, or not at all.”

Your pussy throbs, arousal leaking from your entrance, smearing across your underwear and rubbing up over your hard, swollen clit. You hate how even after all this time, Dick can still push you right up to the edge, can force you to balance on the tightrope he strung up.

“You hear me?” He breathes, dropping his head just enough to mouth at the shell of your ear. “You either come from me rubbing against you. just. like. this.” Puncturing each word with a devastating rock of his hips Dick smirks. “Or you don’t come at all, and I leave you all wet and horny.”

Heat burns up your neck, humiliation quickly building in your cheeks, “Please…hH–please.”

“You don’t deserve my cock.” Dick whispers, using more of his weight to render you immobile. “So m’not going to fuck your greedy little pussy. I’m going to grind against it, just like this, until it comes for me.”

Finally moaning you try to move but find that you can’t. Crushed under Dicks firm, unrelenting body you realise that you can’t do anything. All you can do is lie there and take what he gives you; even though it’s not enough and you want more.

“Oh–oh please!” You choke, squeezing at his hands and flexing your thighs for even a hint of leverage. “Dick…please I can’t come like this.”

“Yes you can. I know exactly what makes you come and this is something that’ll have your poor, needy pussy coming in no time.” Settling into a firm, consistent rhythm, Dick mouths kisses along the sensitive column of your throat. “So yes, you can come from this. I’m not giving you a choice.”

He grinds into you, once, twice, three times, and your whole world cracks clean down the middle.

Your pussy spasms, clit swelling even harder than before then dissolving into quick, rhythmic twitches. A shuddering sob works itself free from your mouth and you shake yourself apart underneath Dick’s talented body.

“There you go.” Dick coos, smug with the fact that twelve months apart hasn’t changed the fact he can still make you come without taking off a single item of clothing. “I know what you need. I know exactly what you’ve been missing. They just weren’t good enough were they?”

Spiralling up into the face of the stratosphere you wiggle one hand free and cup Dick’s cheek. You’ll hate yourself for it later, will want to cut off your own hand to try and distance yourself from his orbit. But for now, you’re weak and split open, ribs wrenched apart to reveal that each bone in your body still has his name etched delicately into it.

“No one since you has ever been good enough.”

Dick whimpers, hips stuttering into uncoordinated little thrusts as he comes. His face twists up tight with pleasure and endless pain. You don’t know if you want to soothe it or watch him suffer. Sometimes, you think that if someone asked you where you hurt, you’d place your hand right over your heart.

Releasing you from his slackened grip Dick flinches backwards and out of reach. It’s not regret on his face. It’s something older, something deeper. You don’t know what it is; you don’t want to know.

You leave his room without a word; without looking back.

If you did look back, you would have seen Dick touch his hand to where he hurts the most.

Right over his heart.

**

#dick grayson x reader smut #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson smut #dick grayson smut drabble #nightwing x reader smut #nightwing x reader #nightwing smut #dc fanfiction #dc fanfic #exbf!dick grayson x reader #titans x reader #titans smut #ella writes

[affectionatelyrs]

WIP Wednesday

FRIENDS! HAPPY WEDNESDAY! I've been... not very active on here lately. I won't divulge my life troubles to y'all but I miss all of you greatly but I'm back (I think) and better than ever (that might be a lie) to give y'all some content from a fic that I've been PLANNING SINCE SEPTEMBER. It's been languishing as an outline for a while and I finally don't have any excuses to not write it... so here we are

Thank you to @anincompletelist @inexplicablymine @firenati0n @wordsofhoneydew @ships-to-sail @kiwiana-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @getmehighonmagic for the tags today! :)

SO WITH THAT BEING SAID... here's a snippet from what I'm for now calling Walk and Talk! :) It's a college AU wherein there's minimal plot just vibes but also not uhhhh Alex and Henry walking out of class together every day and getting to know each other through it all but also Alex is like the literal fucking sun absolute sunshine boy and Henry is so gone it’s not funny (I quite honestly don't know how else to explain this except I consider it to be written in an IRL epistolary style maybe idk stop asking me questions I'm just a girl)

Henry watches the boy maneuver his way through the seats with rapt attention, even after everyone has turned their own back toward the projector screen, which confuses Henry to no end. This boy is much more interesting to watch. Much more beautiful, too—Christ. And then, inexplicably, he plops down into the seat right next to Henry’s, despite there being over a dozen other open ones that wouldn’t require anyone’s personal space to be invaded. Not that Henry particularly minds this, though. He tries to pretend that he isn’t overtly staring by acting as though he is taking very intense, very important notes when he realizes that he doesn’t actually have a pen out, and that his hands are merely hovering over the table while he gazes intensely at a starkly, obviously blank piece of paper. Henry blinks once, twice, before hearing a quiet huff of laughter from beside him. Then, there’s a hot pink pen being slid between his fingers, and Henry has to use his higher-brain powers to make sure he holds onto it, lest it go rolling across the floor and straight into jegging-girl’s coffee spill. Before Henry can get out any words of gratitude, the boy winks at him, whispers, “Don’t worry ‘bout it, babe,” and then immediately, emphatically shoots his hand up to answer one of the professor’s questions. He does a small, triumphant nod upon getting it right, leaving Henry to wonder when he had any time to pay attention to the material to make such an accomplishment possible.

OPEN TAG but also tagging some lovely people under the cut

@happiness-of-the-pursuit @welcometololaland @whimsymanaged @everwitch-magiks @read-and-write- @rmd-writes @anchoredarchangel @three-drink-amy @tintagel-or-cockleshells @indomitable-love @orchidscript @dumbpeachjuice @daisymae-12 @gayrootvegetable @leojfitz @leaves-of-laurelin @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @cultofsappho @cricketnationrise @nocoastposts @myheartalivewrites @matherines @cha-melodius and @onward--upward

#wip wednesday #affectionately writes #rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb fic #rwrb fanfic #firstprince #first prince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex and henry #rwrb fandom

[scaly-freaks]

Literally every single headcanon idea for Feyd and the new oc, chose any you like I wanna know all of them

HMMM okay omg there were so many questions this is about to feel like HOMEWORK!!! Let me lay the ones I like out. I kinda weave my own canon in to fill out blanks from the OG canon material btw.

(i've decided to name her Eshal, it means 'flower of paradise' in Arabic and is only fitting considering the influences in Dune)

How did your muses meet?

Feyd-Rautha killed her father and dragged her by the hair back to his spaceship. Mhm. I wish I could make it more romantic. But I cannot. Eshal was on the verge of going through the spice agony when the Harkonnens arrived, and for some reason that is inexplicable to both her and her fellow sayyadina, she couldn't use the Voice even though she had the ability before. She hasn't been able to use it since she was brought onto Giedi Prime (though I guess shrieking with grief and rage as Feyd dragged her to the ship counts as a very hearty attempt).

2. How long have your muses known each other?

About two months since he took her.

3. What was the last gift your muses got for each other?

Well, you see, Feyd got her a music box. It had her mother's teeth in it. She does appreciate it, though she'd never tell him, and she definitely knows he didn't do it out of the goodness of his heart. He just wanted to break her spirit, but instead, it's the one thing keeping her from suicide because she focuses on the question: who will protect my mother's teeth if I'm gone? (Her father did it before her - she has no siblings)

4. Do your muses have a 'place' that's just for the two of them?

Yes, the dungeon.

5. Do your muses want children?

Feyd is like the Baron in the sense in that he has a great deal of disgust for the Bene Gesserit breeding program. However he is fascinated by them, and it's like 'penis envy' but in reverse (whatever that's called). I think if it came to it, he'd come round to the idea of an heir, though we better keep that little mf away from him if it's a boy because he's definitely the kind of father who'd be overly competitive with a son.

Eshal would rather cut out her own tongue than consider having a child outside of the breeding program (this may or may not change).

6. Do your muses want to get married?

No.

7. Do your muses have any pets together?

Feyd has his harpy pets. Eshal can share them I suppose.

8. What do your muses do for fun together?

One tortures the other. The other screams. And then occasionally pisses themselves and starts laughing deliriously.

9. Which one of your muses is more affectionate?

An anaconda is more affectionate than either of them.

10. Who's most likely to apologise first after an argument?

Argument? What argument?

11. What was your muses first impression of each other?

Feyd thought she was very pretty in the way a deer is very pretty just before you shoot and kill it. The deers on Giedi Prime have poison tongues though, so if one gets you just before you get it, it's over for both of you.

Eshal thought he was bald and barbaric as fuck. Her opinion hasn't changed.

12. What is one word that would describe your muses relation?

Demonic.

13. What is your muse's sex life like? How frequent? What are they into?

*awkward laugh* Not with each other...but uhhhh...well, I'm guessing since Eshal hasn't been admitted into any kind of Bene Gesserit breeding program yet, she's still a virgin (?) I don't know if they're allowed to have sex recreationally outside of their assigned penis-havers.

Feyd fucks. Like everyday. Doggy position is his favourite. He doesn't like eye contact until it's on his own terms, and he doesn't like any kind of intimacy that involves being reminded the person he's fucking is also a human being. Hence the doggy position where he doesn't have to see their face. I also headcanon that he's into CNC/Bloodplay/Asphyxiation/Humiliation/Degradation all that stuff, ya know? He's also massively into Fearplay. If you don't know what that is...get acquainted.

14. Do your muses have a 'song' that's just for them?

No, but I have some for them.

#feyd rautha #feyd x oc #dune part two #ask game

[mrwinterr]

uhhhh. i finally watched spree. and now i'm writing something kurt kunkle.

it's nothing deep, but it's running through head and my hands are typing and typing away.

no one asked for this. i didn't ask for this. but here's a little snippet:

*not proofread.

update: it’s finished. you can read it here now!

“Hey, y/n! It’s me Kurt!” 

What the fuck? How’d he get past the gate and on your floor? There’s a designated code for residents and their approved guests only. 

“I know you’re in there!” He said loudly, voice booming in the hallway. However, you remained silent, hoping he'd just go away. “I heard you on the phone earlier!” Yeah, okay that’s not weird… “Come on, this isn’t fair!”

Realizing he wasn't going to go away on his own, now or maybe even tomorrow, who knows how long he could go, you decided to finally confront him.

“Look, Kurt," you start off strong, swinging your door open, but leaving it more than halfway closed, careful incase he decided to try something, "I don’t know how you got here, but what do you want from me? I gave you a 5 star rating on Spree, I followed you back! What else?” but you end exasperated and almost desperate as you pleaded for answers and for him to back off.  

“You never DM’d me,” he said calmly, but quite frankly rather pathetically. You stared at him with a blank expression as you tried to process his response. Then your eyes travelled down his chest, noticing a little red light, and you realized he was recording everything.

“What? Are you seriously live right now?!” You asked incredulously, pointing to the the camera strapped around his chest. "Turn that shit off!" You didn't want this to be broadcasted, even if no one was watching his stream.

“You’ve been sending me mixed signals all day,” He accuses, ignoring your question and demand entirely.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Frustration was evident in your voice, shaking your head at how ridiculous this whole exchange was.

“You liked my posts. You’ve led me to your place multiple times…” He starts listing things off defensively as if he had a legit reason to be upset at you.

“You’re my Spree driver! You’re supposed to pick me up!” You rebut, giving emphasis on his role as a Spree employee. “Also, I liked your posts because you liked mine, it’s just unspoken social media courtesy. I'm sorry if you took it a different way!”  

“What? Where’d you learn that? That's not a real thing. It definitely isn't anywhere in The Lessons.” You swore you've never met anyone so delusional up until him.

“Huh?! What?! I didn’t enroll in any lessons in social media etiquette.” Seriously, what the hell was this guy on? This whole argument was getting pointless and stupid.  

“You obviously have a lot to learn,” he chastises.

“Kurt, please," you restart, lowering your voice, hoping to try and reason with him, "you seem like a nice guy, really, but I need you to leave me alone. If not, I’m going to call the cops.” 

“Why would you do that?” he asks with a small sense of hurt in his demeanor.

“You’re freaking me out!” You suddenly explode again. Surprising yourself with that outburst, you bring your hand up to your forehead, not only to sooth the headache brewing in your skull, but also at yourself. Be it as it may, that might've been a bit too harsh, but he wasn't getting it.

When you finally work up the strength to face him again, he's looking down at his phone. You notice the confused and perplexed look on his face. Something's wrong, and you can feel it in the air.

“Did you block me?” He asks looking up at you in disbelief with his big brown eyes. If the circumstances were different and he wasn't crazy, it would've worked in his favor. Except, you forgot you did block him earlier after his incessant attempts to talk to you. Then the look in his eyes turned from a kicked puppy dog into a crazed one.

#aw shit here we go again #spree #spree movie #kurt kunkle #joe keery #kurt kunkle imagine #kurt kunkle x reader

[callsign-bunnie]

hey chef do you have any tips or trick to help overcome writers block???? or are u just a writing machine??? im an aspiring writer in college getting my ass whooped by writers block

Uhhhh, so I just don't let myself have writer's block?

*cracks knuckles*

Alright, look, as you guys have seen, I can write a LOT. And I delude myself into thinking it's fairly decent writing. My main trick is having so many projects that if I get tired or bored with one, I just switch.

I don't know what project you're doing, but I'm going to assume it's a book or something similar. My main tip? Just fucking write it. It doesn't need to be good, it doesn't need to be structured, it just needs to be words. You can always rewrite it, but you can't rewrite an empty page.

Even if you're writing down wattpad style bullshit, like I'm talking just pure crap, write it down, anyway. I've written and rewritten so many chapters before because I could feel writer's block coming.

I also have about three fics that I write that I have not released. One of them, I have no plans to. I use them to just have something I can write whatever I want for when I'm dealing with writer's block that are just my most fun fics.

Obviously, however, none of this works if you don't have an idea of what you want to write. So, there's two methods that I've found personal success with.

The first is to lay awake at night and obsess over-

I'm jk. I do that, it's successful, but it's not healthy and/or recommended. However, I do think for quite a while and write down every single detail that I can think of for a scene and just follow the structure. I do this in bullet points, and in fact have a google docs for it

This isn't the best example but my best examples haven't been released yet, so...

I don't have an example of the second, because I use that for my real books, but I've found that if you have dialogue in mind, write all of that down, and fill in the blanks with action later.

I also have friends who I regularly discuss scenes with, which helps me brainstorm. My friends, whom I adore, also will ask questions. This really helps because it points out plotholes and things I wasn't thinking about, it also helps me extend a scene.

End of the day, don't take advice from me, I literally just force myself to write and tell myself I'm letting everyone down if I don't! It's not a protip, it's a fear of disappointing people.

#bunnie speaks #writing #fanfiction writer #writing tips

[zzoomacroom]

Ooohhh, new getting to know you game!

Tagged by @4typercent and @tj-dragonblade, thanks babes! 💗💗💗

Who was your first fictional crush?

Disney's Aladdin lmao. I remember watching it with my cousin and both of us being like 😍

What's the first colour you think of when I tell you to think of a colour?

Oh fuck uhhhhhhhh orange. No wait, blue!

Which fanfiction emotionally scarred you and still makes you shudder to this day?

I'd rather not say because it's from my current fandom and it's actually really good (the part I read anyway), but I had to stop reading because it squicked me out badly and triggered some old trauma. But that's on me for not taking the tags seriously enough

I'm coming to your house for dinner, non-negotiable, what are you making me?

Umm uhhhh I don't know, what do you like? This is a lot of pressure 😭 how about some pasta? With like a bunch of veggies and pesto sauce? I can make some pretty good soups? Or I could make carnitas in the crock pot and we can have tacos (don't worry, I get the good tortillas from the Mexican grocery store, none of that Mission bullshit)

Do you prefer lions or kangaroos?

Kangaroos, they're like real life Pokémon

Which fictional villain do you brush past the glaringly obvious issues for because you really like them?

Oh gosh I'm drawing a blank...I kind of agree with @tj-dragonblade about Erik from Phantom of the Opera. Only because I was like 15 when I saw it and thought "I want a dark, mysterious man with a beautiful voice to be obsessed with me 🥺"

Oh, and Jareth from Labyrinth. I mean, come on, it's Bowie. Hmm, I may have a type...

What would accompany your picture in the Burn Book in Mean Girls?

Fat, annoying nerd with a mustache

How many days would you last in the universe of your favourite fandom?

I'd probably be fine, I tend to stay out of trouble and I'm not important enough to get the attention of any villains (hopefully)

Have you heard of Mischief Theatre?

No, but I just googled it and it sounds like fun

Do you feel sorry for Medusa?

I guess? Idk, if anything I envy her--snake hair and the ability to turn people to stone? Sounds awesome, sign me up. Yeah, it's probably obvious that I don't know much about Greek mythology

Which song makes you think of your OTP?

"In My Life" by the Beatles is sooooo dreamling coded, I might just work it into one of my fics. Also "Shelter Song" by Temples. But I can manage to make nearly any song about my blorbos

Which song makes you dissociate and daydream the fastest?

Pink Floyd's "Atom Heart Mother" suite. It sounds like the soundtrack to some grand, epic adventure

No pressure tags: @duckland @marvagon @kydrogendragon @tryan-a-bex @mallory-x @goofygooberton @fleabagoftheendless and anyone else who wants to join in! ✨️

#tag games

[thefanboyhub]

I said I could make an essay about why Cleaning/Organizing is one of my strongest coping skills so I am going to because I can.

(Writing and explaining myself are my other coping skills 😔)

Uhhhh TW: Trauma ✨(?)

For starters one of the things I've been forced to do since a young age— mostly due to the whole gender standards but also because of lazy fucking adults in my life— is clean. I would clean anything and everything, all they had to do was ask and I had to follow. It wasn't really that bad until after foster care. One of my mom's boyfriends at the time was a lazy piece of shit, claimed to be disabled but he wasn't, he was just extremely lazy and obese (not fat shaming but he was very clearly the unhealthy kind of fat, y'know the kind that actually does kill you) plus he didn't want to work. He'd have me and my brother do the laundry, have me clean just about everything (all at 8 years old by the way) except vacuuming because I wasn't tall enough to do it right.

That's wasn't the bad though I honestly didn't mind it unless it was a massive mess and made me wanna kill myself with how gross it was. The part that really traumatized me is a two parter and involves my oh so lovely Gran (she can fucking die and I'd be leaping with joy).

First part is the fact that if I didn't do a chore (which of course as the only "girl" and because girls "do things better than boys" I had to do the dusting, cleaning the table, vacuuming, and the bathroom I shared with my brothers, plus mopping once a month, my laundry and help my Gran do everyone else's laundry, AND CLEAN NY ENTIRE ROOM.) right or her way, I would have to redo it. I would have to redo it until I did it right. If it looked like I didn't vacuum, I was forced to revaccum the entire house again. If I didn't clean the baseboards right she would make me move everything off the walls and clean it entirely. When we had stairs, if I didn't clean them right I would have to redo them again. On top of repeating these chores over and over again I also got basically all my privileges taken: Phone, TV, Art supplies, my books a few times, going outside, and other stuff I can't remember.

Which led to the second part of this. I would clean and organize my room for fun when I had stuff taken from me. What else was I gonna do? I couldn't just sit there and daydream or sleep, I would be yelled and and grounded longer for that. So I daydreamed while I cleaned and organized my room. Sometimes I'd reorganize our kitchen and stuff, anything to be busy and not get yelled at or get brownie points so I can have something back.

This slowly became a habit for me. Grounded? Time to rearrange my stuff. Stressed? Clean the bathroom. Trying not to cry because she's right there yelling at you for attitude again for the tenth time this morning? Time to deep clean my room. Anything negative would trigger my response to clean and organize. Even if it's already clean I would clean it. It even got to the point where I clean myself too. I developed germaphobia. I was almost diagnosed by this one therapist I was forced to see at one point with OCD because of the cleaning habits. Fun times.

But some other stuff that contributed to the whole cleaning coping skills would be that it gives me control, a blank start, and physical activity. Moving furniture around, cleaning the walls (oh yeah she made me clean a wall with a toothbrush once. Halfway up the wall she let me switch to a rag so eh.) on my hands a knees scrubbing the tile floor of the kitchen. It helps me get the aggression that my mom and I worked so hard to keep under a tight hold out of my system. It makes me feel as if I have a new start when I'm in a clean space, specifically if I cleaned it. On top of that I also feel on control. The act of cleaning is controlling the environment. I have control over what I clean and how.

Anyways. This was all started because of today. I lost a friend (they aren't dead they just don't want to be friends with me anymore). I struggle with social situations and for 7 years I only had one friend and she left about a year ago. I was 15 when I finally started to have more than one friend. I've basically lost everyone at this point minus one maybe two but even then they get along better so yeah. I suck at making friends, socializing, and all that stuff. Which also means when I lose a friend it causes me great distress and makes me freak the fuck out. I started cleaning my room at 9 pm and I only got done with it at 10:23 pm so yeah. Coping skills yuh.

#thefanboyhub #thefanboy #thefanboyhub rambles #trauma #tw mental illness #tw trauma #tw vent #vent?? i guess #trans mtf #trans man #transgender #trans #cleaning #organization #trauma coping #coping skills #coping mechanism

[freakshowrefugee]

Spoilers for Bayo 3 ahead!!!

Aight I'm playing Bayonetta 3 rn and I have some thoughts that I HAVE to share for the sake of my mental health. In no particular order:

LUKAON??? Bro the entire Luka plot in this game is almost impressively cringy. Who the fuck plays Bayonetta 1 & 2 and thinks—hmm, this Luka fellow should DEFINITELY become central to the plot for this game to REALLY work. Also, they somehow managed to write out any sort of endearing characteristics of the Luka from previous games?? New Luka's entire personality until now seems to be "uhhhh, me man find woman pretty". I won't even get into the masterclass in bad writing (and bad design tbh) that is "Lukaon" (henceforth named Whiter Luka in this rant). If they were going for a "mysterious stranger" kind of vibe, personally I think they fucking failed miserably. B3Luka is only Luka in name and (arguably) appearance. He has the depth of a blank piece of paper.

I fucking HATE playing as Viola, and this colors my opinion of the character too. No shade to the voice actress, I'm sure she did her best with what she was given, but I have audibly groaned almost every time she appeared on screen. I was okay with the idea of her being an edgy, cringy teen, but she eats up SO much fucking screentime that it becomes jarring. Her gameplay is painfully monotonous, even though I find Cheshire adorable, and her controls are stiffer and very limiting in comparison to Bayonetta herself. Gameplay-wise, Viola is everything a Bayonetta game should NOT be (in my opinion)—LIMITING.

Speaking of limiting, the Jeanne levels. Now, anyone who knows me knows that Jeanne is my queen, but HOLY FUCK those levels. Again, controls do not feel right, level design is atrocious and it all feels like a slog to go through. Why did they think we needed more gimmick levels for the love of fuck?? Why can't I just play Bayonetta in my Bayonetta fucking game? They did my queen dirty, on God...

Why the FUCK are we not exploring the Bayonetta alternative selves more??? There is so much fucking potential, the Egyptian version seems genuinely fascinating to explore, but NOPE!! Why should the Bayonetta game be about Bayonetta when it can be about new character we don't give a shit about and comic-relief-side-character that the writers PROMISE is srs bsns bro, I swear. Ask yourself this, if you were given the choice, would you follow the Viola storyline? I'm genuinely fucking curious.

Ngl, I'm not crazy about the gameplay. It's too much, too fast, nothing seems to matter and nothing is special. They constantly throw enemies at us with no sense of pacing or progression. Same for weapons. Remember the Grace & Glory entrance cutscene from the first game? Remember how memorable that was? Well, hope you DIDN'T like that, cause Bayo 3 will likely never give you that feeling. It's the DEFINITION of too much, too quickly. When everything is meant to be special, nothing is really special. Bayonetta 3 is flashy, for sure, but it feels shallow, at least on the first playthrough. I fucking hate saying this, but I'm genuinely disappointed. I think there are some good bones. I would love to be able to use the new weapons and techniques in a better designed, petter paced game (like Bayonetta 1), but as it stands, playing 3 feels cheap. When I got hit in Bayo 1 I never felt frustration, because most enemies and arenas were designed to allow you to experiment and figure out your own play style. With Bayo 3 I have literally dropped my controller out of frustration (usually when playing Viola). Listen, if be okay with Viola if she was an optional character, like King Zero from the first game or Rosa from the second. As she is, she makes me NOT want to fucking play the game, which is insanely frustrating.

The Crow and Cat umbran tears illustrate the weaknesses of Bayonetta 3's controls VERY fucking well. Why so many fucking gimmicks?? Who plays Bayonetta for the Route 666 and beginning of Isla del Sol, WHO??? Because they would probably love Bayonetta 3.

The world is sadly also quite poorly designed. Everything which shares an aesthetic blends together and orientation without a map of some sorts is a logistical nightmare. Again, it seems like they took the worst parts of Bayo 1 and filled 3 to the brim with them. Gimmicks, backtracking, the fact that you can MISS verses because of the poor map design.

It bears repeating, but this is very personal thing and less of a critique. I don't care about Viola. I don't care about Luka or Whiter Luka. I don't care about the Singularity or Sigurd. I'm. Or even curious about them at this point. Why was Bayonetta relegated to a side character in a game that is NAMED AFTER HER?? I care more about Ed and Edna than I do all previous individuals mentioned. The story of Bayonetta was never great, even in 1, but it was held together by memorable characters. You can't TELL me that a character is memorable, you have to show me. Even the character of Bayo herself has suffered as a result of the poor writing. The depth of her personality is nowhere to be found in 3. And no, it's not the voice change, I love Hale's work and she is doing a great job. We overlooked faults in the story in Bayo 1 (and arguably 2) because the gameplay loop was satisfying. Bayo 3 doesn't have that. And it makes me really fucking sad...

#bayonetta 3 #sorry for the rant #b3 spoilers #bayonetta 3 spoilers

[slushglow]

leosagi coming of age au blurb

Yuichi shrugs, and there's something distant in the way his eyes rove across the horizon; something blank and empty and a little scary, the way he won't look in Leo’s direction.

It reminds Leonardo of those months before Yuichi was hospitalized, when his best friend would look through him instead of at him, and it makes his guts churn with guilt.

He didn't recognize it the first time around. He's not making the same mistake again.

“Fuck, I'm sorry,” He tries to amend, scooting closer on the bench, hands hovering but not touching as he tries to gauge if his touch would even be welcome at all, “You don't have to answer that. That was really shitty of me. I–”

A hand wraps around one of his own suddenly, interrupting him into silence. He looks up to find Yuichi’s gaze already on him, steady and clear and there.

“Leo, it's okay.” Yuichi murmurs. His voice is as raspy as always, but it's gone soft around the edges, and the tilt of his mouth is kind, if a little uneasy. His fingers curl around Leo’s, warm and tender, and he squeezes once before gently slipping away, hand retreating to his own lap.

Leo feels the absence like a missing limb, almost, the crisp fall air a million times colder than usual. He swallows past the relief stuck in his throat as he settles his own hands back into his lap, resisting the urge to rub his palms together incessantly, nerves writhing in his chest like worms.

Silence prevails, for just a moment.

Leonardo tries not to feel like he's going to crawl out of his skin, lungs rattling between his ribs with every breath. He almost wants to ask if it really is okay, because from where he's sitting, Yuichi seems like he's spiraling all the same.

He doesn't remember there ever being this weight between their silences, cloying and choking them both with all the things left unsaid.

And it physically feels like there's a hole punching through his chest; the thought that something as simple as time apart has made them so unfamiliar with each other.

okay since more than three whole people liked my last post i will publish the blurb HAHAHHA if enough people r interested i might actually publish the whole thing somewhere but for now it's my brainchild and it's actually pretty heavy in terms of stuff it covers . basically it's a high school au where mutants and humans coexist so the boys r still turtles and usagi is still a rabbit etc etc but they're all just trying to get thru shit and high school is stressful and there's mental health issues and what not . it's leo focused tho but everyone has a big role, like his brothers and their family dynamics and splinter and their dynamics and yuichi and leo being bffs, etc etc . also should make it clear that this is my version of usagi still !! emo usagi peak 😎

it'll be from leo's perspective unless i feel like being crazy and giving yuichi or another character an interlude or something. the entire fic would only span about 4-5 chapters probably but my chapters r usually REALLY long . i used to write for other fandoms and my chapters were hitting 10-12k easy but i stopped publishing and deleted everything bc i was cringe and not free HAHAHAHA

tbh i've already got it all pretty lined out and know where i want it to go it's just the process of getting there and filling stuff up in the middle OUGGHHHH . i luv writing tho it's so much easier than art !!! writing is life on easy mode fr !! waiting for my art process to do the same 🤨🤨

UHHHH anyway very sorry for rambling again everyone feel free to ask questions about the au if u want even tho i have given u bare bones info and absolutely no context for this scene BAHAHAHA

#rottmnt #tmnt #leosagi #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #angst #angst with a happy ending #writing #blurb #emo usagi

[hornball-house]

Experimental (Pre-events)

To say he was frustrated would be an understatement. Wyatt had no idea where to even start with this. He wanted to figure things out, he wanted to experiment. & so, he made the stupid decision of going to Moran, his friend who is basically family. "Psst. Hey. Other me. Do you have a second, mate?" Wyatt meakly asks him. Out of all people, why did it have to be him?

"Ohh?" Moran responds while raising an eyebrow. The way he asked him immediately made him realize what he was thinking of. However, Wyatt's words got caught in his throat & couldn't say it to him. Not that it really mattered, anyway. "Uhh.......well, you know how, uhh.....I said I was a little, um..........c-curious about certain.......'things', right?" He stuttered out. "Yeeeeeees? Why? You implying something?" Moran jokingly coos, making Wyatt punch his arm. "No, the hell I'm not, you sick fuck!" He snaps as Moran chuckles & rubs his arm, in an attempt to numb the pain. "I just, uhh......wanted some advice, I guess you could call it. You seem to know alot about that sorta thing, I've only had one or two partners & I clearly have no idea what I'm doing. So, I want this to be a, uhh......what's the word? An experimental thing, y'know?" He says back to him, alot calmer this time. Hearing him say an experimental thing made Moran's pink eyes light up. Which ultimately scared Wyatt a bit.

"Uhhh.......Why are you looking at me like that?" All he could ask as Moran smirks a little. That smirk proves he was planning something. That was when Wyatt's fate was sealed. "Hmm.......you said you wanna experiment, right?" Moran asks, making Wyatt slowly nod. "Hehehehe. Well, I'll tell you what. I'll do exactly that for you. But, I have a different approach to it." Different approach? What does he mean? This made Wyatt tilt his head in confusion. Moran leaned in closer, being a little closer to his face now.

"Since you seem to be more of a visual learner.~"

Wyatt flinched & went red in the face. Was he trying to say something? "Uhhhh......Y'know what, nevermind! I think you weren't exactly the best person to ask! I-I'll just go find David & he can explain it to me instead." Wyatt says in an attempt to get out of the situation. But, it was too late. Moran grabbed his shoulder & prevented him from leaving. He soon grabbed his hand & dragged him off to the nearest bedroom. Wyatt did try to rip out of his grip a few times, but all attempts were in vain. & he certainly didn't listen to any of his protesting, either. What in the world did he get himself into?

When Moran reaches his destination with Wyatt begrudgingly in tow, he shuts the door behind him with his foot. Wyatt was still struggling & trying to escape, but still no luck.

"What the bloody hell are you doing, mate?! This isn't fucking funny!" Wyatt yells out. To which Moran tosses him onto the bed in front of him. A squeak erupts out of Wyatt as he falls onto the bed, right on his back. Moran's grin on his face made Wyatt want to slap it right off, but his head was already so blank it didn't come up.

"You said you wanted my advice, so I think this is the only way to really let it sink in. That's how I always learn." Moran coos, climbing onto the bed above Wyatt. Wyatt tries scooting back as much as he can, but is cornered due to the headboard & Moran's grasp. When he grabs onto his waist to hold him in place, a small huff of pleasure escapes Wyatt's vocal chords, making him cover his mouth & Moran light up. "Ooooooooh, now that's a good start. Let's see what other sounds you can make." He chirped. Soon enough, he leans his head down a little more.

"Hey, wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! What the hell are you d-- Aaaaaah!?" Wyatt is cut off by some firm kisses right on his neck. He didn't. Moran was so forward, it's scary. Wyatt covered his face to muffle any sounds that would come out, his glasses fogging up due to how warm & red his face is. Moran was already satisfied with his reactions already, but he wasn't going to let it stop this soon. The harder & longer he went on, the louder & quicker Wyatt's noises got. The sad part is that Wyatt couldn't even deny that he was really good. & that all of this was good, too.

Soon enough, Moran suddenly has the urge to bite down. Which is what he did. & got a very loud scream out of Wyatt in the process. One that couldn't be muffled. Moran chuckles & lifts his head up to look down at him, to see he was already panting pretty hard just from that.

"See? I told you. If it makes you feel any better, I'll be slow with it." Moran says to ease his worries. Wyatt gave no answer. No nod, no words, no nothing. But, to hear him say he'll be taking it slow made him feel a little better about it all. After that, Moran lifts his shirt up & does those same kisses on his chest & stomach, making Wyatt tense up & start those noises back up again. Even he didn't know he was already this sensitive & this much of a screamer. How humiliating.

"Uuugh......! Ahh-haah......~ I-If you say a-- *Grunt!* a word to anyone about this, I'll-- Hmmh~! Mmgh....... I'll kill you......." All Wyatt could struggle out, still not being light with that threat since he can & will go through with it. To which Moran chuckles.

"I hear you loud & clear.~" & then Wyatt hears something mortifying, but slightly exciting. Moran somehow got his shorts off, & that just made him go even redder in the face. This was a fine mess Wyatt got himself into. But, there's still one thing on his mind. Why was he enjoying this so much?

But, things only escalated from there.

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This is the beginning of this, BTW. So, read this before you read the other one

@dorkygurl-89 Finally got it out. You happy?

#toxic's hornball gibberish #FNW39 alternate timeline #post timeline #lemon 🍋 #We don't talk about how long this was in my drafts for

[philtatosbuck]

in a klonnie/debekah world, who do you see elijah and kol with??

i just wanna say for the record i never said these would happen in the same world

if these did all happen in the same world though i just want to say damon and rebekah get together first followed by klaus and bonnie (bonnie went with stefan and klaus for the summer here)

kol can stay with davina idc lmao let them have each other but elijah........................... i do not want katherine with that man sorry i'm a firm believer of her escaping that fucking madness but i don't fuck with h*ylijah either. i'm gonna be real whenever i think of elijah i think of atticus rolfe lmfao sorry i'm blanking on his canon ships that i liked. uhhhh gia could work when/if she still comes into play. honorary mention i'd have finn and sage together still

#klonnie #debekah #kolvina #gia x elijah #finn x sage #i'd have freya with lucien because it's my world and i get to make the rules #i could write freelin better but i also do like lucien so #mention of #atticus

[sharksa-shivers]

Kristy, you are asking a shark this question, idk what you expected lol...

Kristy:(trying to help Sharky with his instincts)Ok so fish are-? ……Cmon, fill in the blank…Fish are…What?

Sharky:(amused, hungry and obviously fucking around)Great in a taco with cheese and sour cream.

Kristy:(annoyed)No! Cmon! Fish are-?!?!

Sharky:(hungry still, amused)Best in a sushi roll with soy sauce on the side.

Kristy:(trying to still work with him)Fish are???? Cmon, what are fish????

Sharky:(still hungry, smiling at the thought)Really damn good deep fried with some fries, hushpuppies and a coke…

Kristy:(staring annoyed)……No. Fish are friends. They are cute little friends. That was the answer…

Sharky:(thinks a moment, shrugs, amused)I like my answers better heheheh, speaking of, wowwwww i'm hungry, i really could go for some calamari or some catfish or some shrimp, ohhhhh, crab would be good too, ahhhhh-

Kristy:(facepalms annoyed, sitting down as Sharky keeps going off, glares annoyed over at him)……One more time, you know the answer now so just…say it, fish are-?

Sharky:(smirks)……….Really damn delicious grilled and then put in a sandwich…

Kristy:(just staring annoyed)….I give up…

Sharky:(hungry but still wanting to fuck around)Can we actually fucking get some food now are are you gonna keep dragging this out? ------------------ Alt version lol ---------

Kristy:(she tries to ask one more time)…Fish are…?

Sharky:(in that predatory mindset, hungry with a smirk)…Fresh prey…That you chase down…And kill, you feel them struggle as you eat em, loving the blood and every moment of it…

Kristy:(disturbed)………I regret asking…

Sharky:(just gazes at her, shrugs)You're literally asking me, a shark, what i think about my prey, like that's what you're doing and then your surprised by my answers…

Kristy:(upset)I don't WANT you to look at fish like prey…

Sharky:(still gazing, kinda awkward)……I don't know what i'm supposed to tell you other then "it's hardwired into my literal brain and dna" but uhhhhhh…I'm…Sorry, i guess…That…Fish are tasty as hell?

Kristy:(she just looks over)I…I dunno, maybe i'm the one being an asshole here but…i really…just…don't know…

Sharky:(thinks for a second, trying to fix it)…Yknow what, how bout this, cuz uhhhh, this is awkward for both of us now…I'm really fucking hungry-

Kristy:(interrupts, snarky)Wow, really? Never would've guessed…

Sharky:(amused but continues)I WAS SAYING…I'm starving and you're like…In a bad mood now, maybeeeeeee we go get burgers instead? I just…(faltering some)God, i really needa eat, i legit can feel my stomach rumbling heh…And burgers sound just as good as fish to me…

Kristy:(she sees Sharky's really trying and thus she sighs, caving and faltering herself, a bit nicer toned)…Yknow, that does sound good…You buying?

Sharky:(nods, laughing)If you want me to, yeah, just…Let's go already, ahhhhhh… ---------------- Lol, at least he's honest lmao... But ye, Sharky loves himself some fish...(no shit lol) Kristy gets more used to Sharky being like that as the series goes on but it bothers her alot cuz Kristy defs thinks fish are friends........Sharky just thinks they're tasty lol XD

#kidnappedseries #kidnappedseries dialog stuff

[eating-the-inedible]

You suddenly wake up in an unfamiliar house. You look in the mirror and that is Not You. It appears you’ve been body swapped with someone! What do you do?

Alternatively, the same situation but there’s a voice yelling at in your head and you keep almost losing control of your limbs. It appears you’ve accidentally possessed someone, and they’re not happy about it. What do you do?

idk how I came up with these lol I just saw people sending situation ask things

i am loving these situation asks and it is absolutely wonderful

okay lets seeeee

Situation 1: Body Swap

first, i assess. who am i? if i'm someone like jkr i shoot myself and do the world a favor. if not... while i try to figure out what the fuck happened last night i raid their closet and upon drawing a blank on what happened, i decide to dress cute and make the most of it

they have snacks and all the good subscriptions. im vibing

Situation 2: Possession

I apologize profusely to the voice in my head and attempt to explain that i didn't think the book i found in the chest at the bottom of that well (don't ask what I was doing there) was full of real spells—they can't prove anything—and they just looked so cool and i wanted their gender

like. the gender envy was real and i wanted to see what it'd feel like to look like that for a day

no, no, no i'm not admitting anything... i swear. i swear i didn't know this would work

look, they can have their body back tomorrow

what? is that when the spell wears off? uhhhh yeaaaaa totally. that's why i can't give it back till tomorrow. definitely

#eating your asks #seriously loving these asks guys #the body swap

[dittolicous]

Just my two cents as an aro, I love gen fic and theres never enough! But relationships that are open to interpretation as qpps, besties, or as romantic can be fun too 😌 especially if the other characters can not figure out whats going on 😆

AGREED! Sometimes you don't need a romance, and gens don't get enough love!!!!

Honestly, most of the ships I wanna do just because it's cute, I'm focusing on relationships between a community of people and well... romance can happen in the background sometimes, and also adds bits of hilarity here and there

Elesa/Skyla: Elesa pining despite dating still, getting egged on by Emmet (and now Ingo) to just PROPOSE ALREADY YOU BIDOOFUS, getting one-up'ed by Tiny the gianty birdy stealing her GF's attention, etc. Elesa trying to figure is Dawn would mind her stealing her bird. That kind of thing!

Iris/Cilan: SIBLING OWNING. Ingo and Emmet teasing her playfully, her an Cilan turning around to be either sickly cute or bickering like an old married couple, constant jokes after they start dating about if he's dating her or Ingo and Emmet because hero worship and general train-nerding (*giving her shit*"Wait, that was an option?" "....." "...I am dating you.")

Drayden/Clay: FUCKING. HILARIOUS. DADS MARRIED AND NO ONE FUCKING KNOWS IN OVER 30 YEARS. THEY WORK IN THE SAME LEAGUE, RUN IN THE SAME CIRCLES, HAVE SIMILAR INTERESTS, BUT NO. ONE. KNEW. HOW, FATHER?!?!?!? HOW?!?!?! Also, congrats Clay! (Ingo, Emmet, and Iris IMMEDIATELY turning on the parent/child dynamic with Clay, calling him things like 'Pappy', 'Pop-pop', 'New favorite father', etc. and Clay's just staring them down with a blank-to-unamused face but inside he's all sparkles and happiness)

Dawn/Lucas/Barry: 1000000x funnier if Lucas and Barry started dating after Dawn disappeared, now she's back and they have NO CLUE how to tell her, but then also realizing, OH NO OH FUCK they have a crush on her too! And they both think they're like. Betraying the other until they crack and just stare at each other like 😯😯Now they're like OK CAN WE WORK WITH THIS??? but OH NO WHAT IF SHE DOESN'T LIKE US! OR WORSE!!! ONLY LIKES *ONE* OF US!!! So you've got this pair of dramatic boys trying to figure out how to get their BFF into their polycule and Dawn is over here not noticing a DAMN THING.

Until they bungle it and tell her they're dating but forget to like. Ask if she ALSO wants to date them? So now she's over here crying into her Castillacone because her BFFs are dating and she's happy for them but also sad because she missed it and uhhhh oh is she jealous??? All the while Ingo is just like 'Thank the sweet dragons I'm not a teen anymore'. Emmet - 'Cheers to that!' But like, most of it happens in the background while Ingo, Emmet, and Elesa are like ???????? Are the kids okay?????? Why is Dawn texting me sad Skitty pictures??????? Why is Lucas laying down in that puddle????? Barry... Barry's as frantic as usual but it adds up!

Irida and Adaman is funny in that it explains EVERYTHING about Barry in one fell swoop. And Dawn's over here like 'Man, it really was all just courting rituals!' Ingo - 'Let's not go there please'

And really, do I have to explain why the one-sided Melli/Ingo is hilarious in this context?

And if we add in the Pokemon (I'M GETTING TO GALVANTULA AND GLISCOR) it's even worse-slash-better. You've got Lady Sneasler polycule-ing it up with Excadrill and Chandelure in a weird way that works for them while ALSO winning with her horde of Weavile-himbos. And Archeops/Tiny because BIIIIIRDS and boy is Emmet not ready for THAT ONE. Willow and one of the twins Klinklang, forever destroying Dawn's peace because she DOESN'T UNDERSTAND HOW! CALL HER A DAYCARE LADY CUZ IT DON'T MAKE SENSE! The oddity that is Cress and his Basculin/Quilfish combo...

Pokemon breeding is SO FUNNY when you add in trainers that are utterly baffled.

(And it's so funny because neither Ingo or Emmet even NOTICE. GLISCOR IS SO WHIPPED FOR GALVANTULA AND LADY SNEASLER IS CO-MOM-ING ALREADY AND TINY AND ARCHEOPS ARE MAKING EYES BUT THEY HAVE NO CLUE)

#ditto rambles #pokemon #submas #catching trains fic