#and. now i'll be starting my job probably still pre-T

[red-eft]

opened art comms to save money for T and then when i had my appointment today i found out i cant even get on it for another few months. there's a funny joke in there somewhere that i'm too upset to look for

#txt #to be deleted / #it's bc i wont be living close enough to the gender clinic to get routine tests once i graduate and leave which. makes sense #so i have to wait til i graduate and go home and find a place to get T from there......... #which SUCKS bc my main motivation to get on T was to be more comfortable and passing before i start my job #and. now i'll be starting my job probably still pre-T #idk if i should close my comms. i guess not? im still saving the $ for T aaaaa.

[etfrin]

⤷❝TEASE | Ethan Landry❞ˎˊ-

⇢☾Warning: NSFW | semi public (movie night), hand job under a blanket, dom sub undertones, masterbation (male), cunnilingus | lmk if I missed anything!

⇢☾Pairing: Ethan Landry x fem! Reader

⇢☾Summary: You have been edging the poor boy for awhile, then finally you allow him to go to his room for relief before checking up on him and finding he needs your cunt to cum :D

⇢☾A/N: i need a whiny, needy, subby, desperate, filthy Ethan, lol <3 oh and happy birthday Jack Champion!

< masterlist > < bc: @cafekitsune >

You supposed that you were being a tad bit of a tease when you squeezed his cock harder than you should. His teeth sank into his bottom lip to stop that desperate whimper that wanted to escape. But he couldn't let the sound play out in the room, not when the room consisted of all of your friends, their attention on the movie.

Your attention however was on Ethan, you were watching him from the corner of your eyes, his forehead having a sheen of sweat, his lips red from biting and his ears equally crimson. You ponder if his tip was this red as well, the hard cock twitching in your fist.

He lets out a whisper, “Please.” “Please what?” “Wanna cum,” he whimpers, so needy that it makes your heart wonder if you're pushing him to his limits. “They'll know,” you hush.

He turned to you, his hips bucking into your fist, not enough to be obvious to others but enough to give him momentarily relief. “Don't…” he whispered, his eyes wandering towards Chad and the others. He knew he was probably going to get teased by Chad if they realized him and you left to be in his room.

But you have been edging him since the beginning of this film, your hand snaking into his jeans, gripping his cock like it was your right. Your fingers formed a tight fist around his hardening length just the way he liked and when you started to stroke his length, slow at first then a tad faster before changing your pace again and again until he was a mess. His mind scrambled, not even caring that you both could get caught.

“Please,” he whispered again. “Baby, please, I can't- I can't-” He pleads. “Go to your room and finish yourself,” you coo, “I'll cover for you.”

He gives you a thankful look before he slips away quickly from the blanket and speed walks to his room, shutting the door softly. It doesn't take you long to come up with an excuse that he's sick and you go to check on him.

You knock on the door, the tap style that was only known by you and Ethan. He opened the door, wide enough that you slipped inside. You find a spot on his bed to sit down, your eyes on his hand that was desperately stroking his cock, the red tip profusely letting out pre-cum which Ethan used as lube. It was as obscene as it could get. Ethan was so easily worked up, it was adorable.

“I need you,” he whines, he was on his knees in front of you. His head on your thighs, his face nuzzling into your inner thigh like a cat finding solace in their owner’s lap.

“You have me,” you tease him, a Cheshire smile playing on your lips. “No,” he whimpers, pathetic and shaky. “Need you,” he whispered again, his lips now latching onto your inner thigh, his sinful mouth sucking the skin.

“My pussy, you mean,” you said. He nods in reply as you unbutton your shorts for him. Meanwhile, his hand was still stroking his cock at a slower pace than before, his pre-cum coating the floor.

He pushes your shorts along with your underwear down to your knees. He groans at the sight of your dripping cunt, “Thank you, baby.” He dives in, his mouth finding your clit and sucking the bud with fervor.

The moment his tongue swipes over your folds, tasting your juices in his mouth. He could feel his eyes roll back, you were heavenly and he spilled all over the floor.

His cum made a mess on the ground while he made a mess out of you with his tongue. Your hand finds a home in his curls, pulling him closer, suffocating him with your pussy just how he likes it.

It doesn't take long for him to make you cum on his face, his lips shiny with your arousal, chin covered. His eyes glossed over and his dick was hard again.

You wondered if you should play with him or let him fuck you. You decide on the former.

#character x reader #x you #x reader #x female reader #fem reader #scenario #oneshot #smut #x reader smut #x you smut #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry smut #ethan landry scream #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x you #scream movie #scream fanfic #scream 6 #scream smut #scream x reader #scream vi #ghostface x you #ghostface smut #ghostface x reader #ghostface #jack champion #thriller movies #horror movies

[imagines--galore]

Can you do an arranged marriage trope between victorian or contemporary Sherlock x reader, where they start as being shy a little but because friends and then falls in love ?

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. A/N: Okay so since I have a similar request for a Victorian Era AU, I will be picking the contemporary Sherlock instead : P And I changed the timeline of their relationship a little bit, like it goes from friends to shy to being in love. Hope you like this!

"When you said we would be taking a pre-wedding trip I certainly did not expect to be rescuing you while you were hanging by your wrists above a vat full of dangerous chemicals." You commented as you stood on your tip-toes to untie Sherlock's wrists from the pulley he had been hanging from.

"Given how exciting our lives are pre-marriage, think of what we will get to afterwards." He suggested as a way to shift the dynamic of the conversation. He had known you long enough to know when you were angry.

And right now, you were a little annoyed with him.

"I was enjoying a very good book when I received your message Sherlock. I do not like having my reading time disturbed."

Ah! So that was why you were annoyed. He had probably caught you at a time when you were at some pivotal moment in the book.

"I'll buy you more books to make up for it." He said, rubbing his wrists where the skin was already chafed a little from the tightness of the rope.

Instantly your very body language changed. You grinned up at him, eyes shining with an excitement he had come to find endearing.

It surprised a lot of people when you told them you were engaged to Sherlock Holmes.

They definitely thought you were playing a practical joke when you would explain it was an arranged marriage done by your parents no less.

When you were children.

Your mother was best friends with Sherlock's and the two of them had fantasized about having their children marry. So when you were born only a year after Sherlock, your mothers had sealed the deal and announced the both of you engaged. But only within the family of course.

However, you would not meet your betrothed until you were nearly nine years old. Your father's job as a military man required him to move a lot, but once he finally retired and decided to take up a position at the Royal Military Academy, you finally settled down in England.

And that was when you met Sherlock.

You had always been a shy little thing, and when faced with two boys who were a little older then you, you barely left your mother's side. And while the older of the two only greeted you before turning away, the younger brother asked if you would play with him. On your mother's encouragement you accepted his invitation.

And that was the first time the two of you met.

Of course neither of you knew of your mothers arrangement, both of them deemed it was still too early for either of you to know. And while they wished for their dream to become a reality, the two mothers knew they had to be realistic about it. What if you fell in love with someone else? Or if it happened to Sherlock?

It was best to let you navigate your childhood unaware of the true nature of the relationship you shared with Sherlock.

The mothers hoped if not a marriage, then perhaps a friendship just as deep as their own could bloom between the two of you.

And bloom it did.

From that day, you and Sherlock were near inseparable. You would play together every chance you get. It was rather early but anyone could see the friendship dynamic between the both of you. While Sherlock was good at reading people and only looked at the outer picture of it all, you tended to be more sensitive and could pick up on the emotions and inner-most thoughts of another person.

Simply put, he was the brain, you were the heart.

You would prevent him from offending too many people with his bluntness, while he would help you fight off whoever sought to hurt you.

Given your slight stature, you were the target of bullies at school and Sherlock, despite not going to the same school had the tendency to go to the Principal's office of your school more then he did his own.

Your teenage years were awkward to say the least. Where you had always been overlooked and teased, you were now starting to receive attention and praise. A lot of which was from boys. And while you found it flattering, you never really acted on any of their propositions.

Probably because you were busy getting into trouble about the countryside with Sherlock. The both of you were always getting into some mischief or the other and there were times when one of your parents had to come and pick you up from the police station. No charges were made, but you did get into innocent trouble every now and then.

You hung out with Sherlock, you were bound to get in trouble.

But then one day everything changed.

The both of your had been rummaging about the attic in your country home, looking for something to do, when you came across a box that held letters.

Letters your mother had written to Sherlock's mother while she was overseas.

You had always admired the friendship between the two of them, so you decided to read them. Sherlock moved on to exploring other boxes, leaving you to come to a startling discovery.

One that changed your entire perspective when it came to your friendship with Sherlock.

Sherlock, sensing something was wrong had returned to your side. You had been too stunned to stop him from reading the letter you held.

The one that confirmed the true nature of your relationship with Sherlock.

Within the hour you had both confronted your mothers about it and the truth was revealed.

Yes.

The both of you were engaged since childhood. But they both explained their reasons for not telling you and despite the absurdity of the situation, both you and Sherlock had agreed that it had been a logical decision.

However, your friendship would never be the same.

Suddenly holding hands with Sherlock, caused you to blush. Hugging him had your heart beating fast. Hearing him praise you had you flushing with pleasure.

And you weren't the only one effected by the shift in dynamic.

Sherlock was more protective of you when it came to other boys. Where they had spoke to you before, they now found Sherlock looming over them behind your shoulder. He had always valued your opinion, but now he made sure to seek it out.

Then there was that sudden shyness and almost cautiousness the both of you carried about you when around one another. It certainly didn't help that the both of you were in your late teens, which were the prime years of awkwardness and shyness.

A brief touch of hands at the dinner table would result in a discrete glance at the other out of the corner of the eyes.

A sudden hug would have the both of you a little red in the face and laughing awkwardly.

And then there were the kisses.

While the both of you had exchanged cheek kisses over the years, more so on your end, they began to mount in number with each passing day.

You had been the primary cheek kisser throughout your friendship. There were times when you couldn't help yourself, especially when Sherlock was being adorable. He had always frowned in annoyance when you kissed his cheek and when you had been younger, he would actually wipe at his cheek.

But now?

Now he would stare at you when you kisses his cheek. And when he kissed yours for the first time and run off, you had stood at the door of your house for a good few minutes before going back inside.

From that day on, a challenge brewed between the both of you. One where you would keep count on how many times one had kissed the other. The funny thing about it was that neither of you had outlined the rules or even pointed it out. It had just sort of happened.

Suffice to say the amount of cheek, forehead, head, hand kisses shared between the both of you began to increase in amount.

They were all innocent in nature, with an almost playful nature behind them.

A game between two teenagers discovering the true extent of their feelings for one another.

But despite the new changes, your friendship remained strong. You still got up to mischief together, and were ready to protect one another. Not to mention you were always there for one another no matter the time of day.

Then there were the jokes.

The jokes about what the two of you would get to once you got married. They were all made in good fun, and as a way to tease one another. Sherlock would try to jokingly lord of you as the husband, but you would quickly put him in his place as the wife. Then there were the playful 'My dears' and 'Love', though those quickly became real.

Neither of you knew realized at what point your friendship changed into love, but you both came to the realization on the same day.

It was raining, and the both of you were caught in the downpour, prompting you to take shelter in a rundown shed. Shivering you had huddled close to Sherlock, who had been more then ready to wrap his arms around you.

Something had compelled you to tilt your head up. Only to catch Sherlock's lips with yours.

He had been leaning down to kiss your head when you shifted.

The both of you had instantly pulled back. But only a few inches. You could still feel his warm breath against your lips.

Your gazes met. A question brimmed in his eyes, and somehow you were able to give him the answer he needed with a shift of emotions in your own eyes.

So he kissed you again, this time with twice the enthusiasm, which you returned tenfold.

That had been years ago. Currently you were formerly engaged to Sherlock Holmes. He had suggested the two of you go off on an impromptu trip to an exotic location before the wedding was to take place. It had surprised everyone when the news was announced, since trips like these were done after the wedding.

But then you and Sherlock were not a conventional couple.

You solved crimes for a living for goodness sake. Of course you weren't conventional.

The trip had turned out to be a case Sherlock had been working on, and while any other fiancée would've been angry to have her significant other distracted by something else you weren't even bothered. You knew Sherlock from the inside out. He would've returned to you with his full attention when done with the case.

Though you hadn't been expecting to come to his rescue.

"You do know I expect compensation for rescuing you while on vacation." You hummed as you watched him rummage through a drawer to retrieve the file he needed to send some crooks to jail. Finding what he needed he straightened up.

"And what is it that you require, my dear?" As soon as he asked the question, Sherlock knew he would regret it, given the devious gleam in your eyes.

Reaching up to press a sensual kiss against his lips. You pulled back a moment later, only for him to follow you with his lips, intent on carrying on kissing you for longer.

"Marry me. Today.”

#sherlock x reader #sherlock x oc #sherlock x y/n #sherlock holmes #sherlock #bbc sherlock

[pendragon-writes]

CW Flash Dating M!Reader HC

Let's start with before you two started dating.

Okay now depending on how you two met is how interactions may go.

If you were perhaps a barista at his favorite coffee shop he may or may not drop by more often than normal just to see you.

Don't be surprised if he becomes a regular lol.

After some time, he'll try his best to drop hints, but they don't seem like hints until he straight-up asks you out.

If you work at the same police department then oh boy.

Depending on your position he’ll either talk your ear off before realizing and apologizing,

Or asking what cases you have and if he can help in any way.

If you met him as a fellow crime fighter, well if you've been one longer than him he would have a fanboy moment, and honestly probably if you were one around when he started as well.

Okay, I went on long enough with pre-dating, I'll actually get started on what you came for now lol.

To me, he honestly seems like a big fan of PDA, not too much where it's awkward but something that feels reassuring.

Also the type to plant kisses on your forehead on his way out.

If you're both vigilantes he most likely did it when you were both in costume out of habit and caught the entire media's attention.

Have fun dealing with that...

The type to forget something really important and would have it on a calendar, so like anniversaries are labeled with red hearts and dates are labeled with yellow ones.

Knows your coffee/tea order by heart. (Or whatever drink you like).

When he isn't busy with hero work or his actual jobs he'd set up a movie or your favorite multiplayer game and the two of you will just have a stay-at-home date.

A bit overprotective if you're also a vigilante but not overbearing with it.

He is the golden retriever boyfriend, and you can fight me on this lol.

If you also have golden retriever energy the rooms literally shine when you two are together.

If you're the cat to his golden retriever then you two are a very interesting dynamic that's for sure.

For my fellow Trans Guys/Trans Masc

If you're on T and take shots he would gladly help you take it.

If you're not on T or anything of the sort he would still see you as a man, after all, taking T doesn't make you any less of a man.

If you bind he'd make sure you don't overdo it.

If you're post-op and have scars he would ask if he could lightly trace them, not for sexual reasons but just because he admires them.

If you just got top/bottom surgery (Not required to be a man but for those who have or want to I'm adding these) he'll force you to stay in bed and would ask the others for soup recipes.

Just be prepared to have too much soup on your hands.

Unfortunately, that's all I have for now but I might add more to it in the future.

#cw flash #the flash #the flash dating headcanons #dating headcanons #barry allen #the flash headcanons #the flash x male reader #the flash x m!reader #barry allen x male reader

[msbarrows]

Screenshots from playing my ongoing family. I'm currently on the... 6th generation? I think?

From an earlier post about this particular family line: It started off with Cloud Banks, who had a son, River Banks, with Michael Bell (the Creature Keeper). River eventually met and married Tank Grunt. They adopted a girl, then (cheated - this was pre-science baby) two more girls and a boy (Averie Banks, Cecelia Grunt, Ocean Tank, and West River - gave them different surnames so their descendants would have more of a mix). Ocean Tank had a hookup with Death that led to her son Damiano Tank, after which she married and had two more children (Alfred and Casey Tank). Damiano married a random Mt. Konorebi sim, Etsuko, and they had a son, Sephiroth Tank, and a daughter, Gem. They separated for a while, during which Damiano raised Seph while Etsuko raised Gem, after which they both divorced and remarried, and Etsuko had another child, Kiara Matsudo (autonomous game actions after I'd moved the two of them back in together once Seph was old enough for university).

Sephiroth changed his surname to du Ciel after becoming a vampire. Molly Prescott (his BFF from high school) helped him have a science baby, Jaxson, before she paired up with Ash Miura, while Seph went on to eventually marry a younger man, Benson, who is descended from the MacKay family line I played for a generation in StrangerVille to do the storyline there. Jaxson refers to them as the Dads and the Moms, though Ash is GNC and doesn't use gendered pronouns. (Okay yes, Jaxs is 6th gen.)

I accidentally graduated Jaxson from high school early by accepting a phone call from the high school principal (whoops). It's been long enough since I was last playing TS4 consistently that I was finding running the du Ciel household difficult; two adults, one of whom never sleeps and works from home, a teenager no longer away most of the day, and a baby, Cecelia, needing constant monitoring and help... yeah. So Jaxson took a share of the household funds and moved out to a furnished basement apartment (he could have afforded much better but I wanted to try out the lot I just built).

He got a job in manual labour on the weekends, and also went ahead and enrolled in university as a teen. I had him working on an easy two credits per week, so he had tons of free time for skills building and goofing off in between classes and work. Also had him continue going to events at the high school, so he could meet and socialize with more teens.

It was at a cheerleading rally where he met Leigh River, a football team member, who judging by the last name is a cousin of some degree to him. She seemed a bit dubious about him at first, and they don't have any particular chemistry, but he was crushing hard. They still managed to become solid friends pretty quickly, and then BFFs. They went on outings with other friends, and eventually dated, and shared their first kiss. (She's non-flirty so advancement on the romance front has been slow.)

At the end of their second date she grew up to YA status, with him only about 2/3 of the way through his own teenagehood. Gah.

They continued seeing each other as friends. He spent some time with the moms and the dads and met all six (!!!) of his half-siblings, Seph and Benson having had two more girls since he left home (Evelyn and Emilie du Ciel), and Molly & Ash also being up to three (a girl and two boys - Annabella, Patrick, and Elliot Miura). Finally he reached his own birthday and became a YA, with just a few days left before he'll finish his last semester in University!

He and Leigh went on another date; she was still single, so they're now officially boyfriend and girlfriend. She's moved in with him, and once he graduates university they'll be house hunting for a better place to live than his basement apartment.

And yup, she turned out to be a cousin; her paternal grandfather was West River, so she's 5th gen to Jaxs' 6th. I'll probably have them pick out a new surname when they marry, to differentiate them and their descendants from all the side branches of the family.

#The Sims #TS4 #Jaxson du Ciel

[canirove]

Red & Blue | Chapter 9

Author's note: A little heads up just in case 😉 Yes, there is a stylist on this chapter. No, she is not inspired on Carlotta in any shape or form. In fact, she is mentioned on a future chapter.

And, as always, thank you for reading and for your nice comments! 💜

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After our time in Ibiza, is time to go back to work. I trained a few times with Mason, going for a run around the villa where he and his family were staying, and also did some yoga and pilates with the girls. But it wasn’t enough to not get my ass kicked on the first day.

"I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow" I say when we make it into the changing room, falling on the bench. "Even my lashes hurt."

"You should get used to the feeling" Leah says, also trying to catch her breath.

"Of my lashes hurting?" I ask.

"Of not being able to walk the day after."

"I don't get it, Leah" I say, struggling to take off my t-shirt.

"I was trying to make a joke about you and your Chelsea boy, but I guess we both are too tired for that."

"You are the worst" I say, hitting her with my t-shirt now that I'm finally free of it.

"Eww, disgusting."

"As if yours smelled any better" I say, laughing.

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Once our pre-season tour is over (this year we went to the United States with the men’s team), it's time to plan the season with my own team. We always get together around this time of the year, making balance of what happened last season, talking about how we can improve it or keep it going, and also discussing new brand deals and opportunities.

"Where do you want to start? Cool jobs or meh ones?" my assistant Eliza asks.

"A mix" I say.

"Ok. Let's start with a cool one. Karlie Kloss has offered to send us some clothes from her new Adidas collection, and she would like to see you wear them on an Instagram post."

"Wait. Karlie Kloss?" 

"Yep" Eliza says. "This one is a yes, isn't?"

"Of course it is! You know I've been a fan of hers for years!" Besides football, fashion is my other passion. But I don’t like just the clothes. I also love checking all the campaigns, watching the different fashion shows, and following some of the models’ careers.

We keep going through other offers, some of them really interesting, others not making any sense.

"I've left the most interesting one for last" Eliza says. "Just yesterday I got a call from GQ. They want you on the cover of their December issue, just before the World Cup. You, and Mason Mount."

"Me and who?" I say, almost choking with my drink.

"You are friends, aren't you?"

"Yes, we are. But why us?"

"Because you are the future and present of English football, and that's the idea they have for the issue. Other players will be part of it. I've heard Bukayo and Leah have received an offer. Declan Rice too."

"And they want to do a photoshoot?" I ask.

"Photoshoot and interview. The usual. Maybe some social media content too."

"Of us. Together."

"Yes" Eliza says. "I think it's a great opportunity, you shouldn't say no. And you and Mount have chemistry, I saw you on that video arguing about superheroes. It'll be fun, and it will sell."

"Do you know if his team has said yes?"

"They have."

"Then I guess I can't say no" I sigh.

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The photoshoot takes place in Wembley, and a huge team is working with us. I'm having a coffee out on the pitch with Eliza, waiting while everything is being set, when Mason arrives.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" I say, not being able to contain my laugh.

"Why? What’s wrong with it?" he says, looking down at his clothes.

"You look ridiculous" I say, still laughing.

"He looks cool and trendy" a girl says behind him.

"I call it the ugliest tracksuit I've ever seen. And does it have... sequins?" I say, getting closer to him.

"As if your outfit was any better" the girl says again. "Jeans and a white t-shirt? And probably from Zara when you could wear Gucci. I thought you were a star."

"Zoe..." Mason warns her.

"That's what people say. And yes, I'm wearing Zara jeans, super comfy."

"Basic" Zoe says again.

"Comfy" I shrug.

"Why don't we go inside, uh?" Eliza says. "They are probably waiting for us."

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Once hair and make-up are done, I get changed on my first outfit and go outside into the pitch again. Mason is already there, that girl Zoe nowhere to be found.

"Who was that?" I ask him when we are left alone while the team works on the final touches.

"Zoe, my stylist" he says with a shy smile.

"And what is she doing here?"

"We were allowed to bring someone from our team, and she wanted to come. To get inspired, she said."

"I don't think this is her style seeing what she put you in today" I say with a little laugh.

"It wasn't that bad."

"It was, Mason. It was. I'm still recovering from looking at those shinny crosses the tracksuit had." 

"I'll remember to not wear it again if you are around" he says with a smile, the one with the dimple.

"Thank you" I reply. "And sorry if I was rude earlier. I hadn't seen Zoe or even known who she was. I was just making fun of you like we usually do."

"It's fine, don't worry. She'll get over it."

"Ok, guys. We are ready!" the photographer says, making us focus on our job today.

The shoot goes pretty fast despite the constant changes of outfits and locations around the stadium. Mason and I spend most part of the time making jokes, enjoying our time together.

"It's been a pleasure working with you, guys" the photographer says when we are done. "The chemistry between you two is simply amazing."

"Thank you" Mason says. I also mutter something like a thank you, feeling my face getting hot. Why am I blushing? Because he has said there is chemistry between Mason and I? It is not the first time someone mentions it. Though it is the first time a stranger does it.

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I’m back on my own clothes and ready to leave when I see Zoe focused on typing something on her phone.

“Zoe, hey” I say.

“Hello” she says, not lifting her eyes from her phone.

“I just wanted to apologize for what happened earlier. I didn’t know who you were and I was just messing with Mason like I always do.”

“He hasn’t told you about me?” she says, finally looking me in the face.

“He hasn’t, no.”

“Uh” she says. “Cute tho.”

“Cute?”

“Yeah. He wants to keep it private, just for those close to us.”

“I don’t understand” I say.

“Us. Our relationship” she says with a big smile before leaving.

Zoe and Mason? Together? What?

#mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount fanfic #mason mount imagine #football imagine #football fanfic

[mygenderisblurry]

I found old documents (well really I went looking for them) that I wrote pre-transition called "reasons why I'm not trans" and "reasons why I might be trans". I was really determined for a while to convince myself I wasn't trans or refuse to believe it anyway. Funny that now it's sort of the opposite.

A significant portion of the "reasons why I might be trans" list, not all of it but a lot of it, are feelings around my body/the way it's perceived and feelings around womanhood and femininity that, after reading about detransitioners, I think maybe a lot of cis women also experience at some point in their lives? Especially as teens/young adults. I'm not totally sure how old the documents are but I remember a lot of these things starting in middle or high school. Things like "I cringe at my voice sometimes because it’s too high-pitched/”too girly”" and "I have this worry that my mannerisms are “too girly” because I don’t want to be perceived that way" and "Most times when I wear feminine makeup I think I look like a clown, over-exaggerated and fake, and I want to take it off" and "I find all the natural functions of a vagina to be annoying at best. Like discharge is annoying and I hate how wet I get when aroused and I hate having to clean it up and I hate having to deal with my period" and "Sometimes I just wish I had no vagina, no genitalia at all, and was just a Ken doll down there, if it weren’t for the fact that I couldn’t have sex then other than bottoming for anal which is pointless without a prostate." I don't know that those are abnormal female experiences, or that they're indicative of gender dysphoria by themselves. Other things on the list are definitely dysphoria, especially chest dysphoria, but a whole bunch are like this. Although now that I think about it, maybe that's also body dysmorphia from having very large breasts.

And then there's the "reasons I'm not trans" list and a lot of that is me listing off a bunch of effects of testosterone and saying I don't want that. Oily skin and acne, hair loss and receding hairline, chest hair, facial hair, clitoral growth. And some of that has changed since being on T. I'm very happy with my clitoral growth and I'm generally okay with my chest hair and ambivalent towards my facial hair. But it's still, well, concerning that I didn't take more of these concerns into account and I made an anxiety-fueled snap decision to start testosterone, and apparently did a good enough job convincing a doctor that I was 100% sure about it that they prescribed it.

Then there's the other significant portion of the "reasons I'm not trans" list that's just. Sexual. Apparently things like "I want to look like a woman in order to attract the men I’m attracted to" and "I like looking like a sexy/hot woman with boobs and woman’s clothes because I want to view myself as sexy/hot but can only do so as a woman" and "In all my sexual fantasies I’m female" were convincing reasons to me at the time that I was cis or might be cis. I genuinely have no idea what to make of that. I don't even know how that makes any sense.

I'll probably write more about these lists later but this is the big stuff I noticed.

#detransition #detrans #questioning detransition #chronicles

[the-firebird69]

Sia - Unstoppable (Official Video - Live from the Nostalgic For The Pres...

Okay everybody there is a eclipse of the sun today I think it's at 1:53 p.m. they're not sure what time have you seen here but someone told me it starts then and it goes for like 3 hours something like that

Zeus and yeah it goes that long Hera

It does start at that time and it goes for quite a bit it's not when it's fully eclipsed and you can see it from here but not totally it's like a partial and it becomes slightly darker like it's cloudy out but you will see the sun getting eclipse didn't be a nice time and most phones will not be able to take the picture but some will we think yours does have the tech we are going into a state of alert right now the warlock are up and bothering people and they want to work they say and they want to work at jobs and they're not telling the truth no they are so our son says for them to calm down and we have companies and we're going to try and start to build them in LA with consortiums and BG and others will probably help out and he says he will and we have stuff that we want assembled in a car to notify your Co that you want to work and send in the requests each of you and they'll get the message and then we have materials we can send you can assemble it's just really that easy we're waiting for people who want to work

They said it this morning we're tired of this garbage we're tired of these idiots and they're going to do it and there's a whole bunch of them they know what you're talking about they get together with them and discuss it and then bring their own chassis out and then we can send ours along with theirs and we just ship it to them and it's going to work and Trump is going to be left out of it he's he's a maniac and his son is not his grandkids should take over their areas to survive and perform the same maneuver they're going to do it now and it's a good timing and it's a good statement to issue

Thor Freya

There's some things that I want to say and I put it in and I put it in and yeah I'll check everything I bought in and here b u t t in and here it is it's a lot of stupid things happening here that last comment with someone else to having someone say it there is sure she didn't go after you to shut you up and he just looked at me I don't want to see how many times you try to hurt my husband but it's too many you have to get onto something else and you two don't seem to want to and you say it and you express it I'm going to go after you now and I'm arranging it for it today is a big day Donald Trump is in the news he's going to court there is a solar eclipse they're going to get arrested they're getting expelled from town and the pseudo empire is coming down and doing it they're not going gangbusters like we said but they're going fast enough to be noticed and this group of trumpsters they're going to be gone soon they're going to have to face Tommy f who is taking over as they try and bring ships to Earth they try to bring them to Venus too and they get taken right now he has about half of what he started with years ago which is about $500 billion that's still plenty of ships but he's sending $100 billion at a time and they lose and he's planning on them losing and trying to force the capture of my husband and that's why he brings his car down today we think he'll lose a couple hundred billion and he's going to get smaller and smaller he's been mentioning 300 billion

It is when he wants to run a different type of plan and it's not the automobile thing yet so he's gearing up to do it and people are gearing up to stop him all over the world

Hera

We are too and we're going to make sure it sticks I'm sick of this guy when she can see his face his dumb f****** walk and his dumb looks and his threats all the time he is a juvenile delinquent and he's commented and he's a zombie level that's unacceptable but really he's a bad person and he sucks at everything and her friend and we have to stop him now cuz he's a turd

Mac daddy

Olympus

#Youtube

[lightrises]

"Only in allowing her to pass..." — Hornet, The Radiance, and the means by which Hallownest turned its victims against each other

A quick note: I read Hollow Knight as an anti-colonialist text. As such I'll be touching on topics related to colonialism as it's depicted in the world of the game, and said analysis will reflect both a sympathetic take on The Radiance and a critique of The Pale King that won't pull its punches. If this sounds up your alley, hello and thank you for the read! Let us be sad about these bugs together.

———

So!! A while back I realized something about pre-canon that felt rather... "curious" is one way to put it, I think. To wit: for all the effort and scheming and determination The Pale King poured into trying to get rid of The Radiance, neither of his plans involved directly killing her.

Was that his long game? Well, sure, that seems clear enough. His tack changed from luring the moths away from their god and creator to a more literal form of incarceration once the infection became a factor, but at its core the end goal never really changed—The Pale King very sincerely wished to destroy Radiance via obsolescence. The Seer lends us foreshadowing to confirm as much:

[Image descriptions: Two screenshots from Hollow Knight, showing the Seer and Ghost in the Seer's alcove at the Resting Grounds. Across both screenshots, the Seer tells Ghost the following: "None of us can live forever, and so we ask those who survive to remember us. Hold something in your mind and it lives on with you, but forget it and you seal it away forever. That is the only death that matters." End description.]

(Which, by the way and given the context, talk about an extremely unsubtle allusion to cultural genocide huh!!! Whew.)

In any case, we're left with a whole bunch of machinations which build up to... well, two very roundabout attempts at committing deicide. That's kind of weird, all things considered! Why not just do the deed in one fell swoop and get it over with?

This could be for any number of reasons. Maybe the king was devoid of the means to instantly kill another higher being. Maybe his personal sense of scruples stopped him short of signing off on MURDER murder (although, y'know, the aforementioned genocide + eternal imprisonment = still cool and copasectic apparently!). Maybe the long drawn-out cruelty was the point. Maybe the idea of playing fuckign 4D chess with the circumstances was too delicious for him to pass up—that man did love to tinker and stick his claws where they sure as hell didn't belong—or maybe it was a little bit of All The Things. Who knows!!

But interrogating The Pale King's methodology on this count isn't what I'm here for, at least not really. The main reason I raise this question at all is that in her own way, Hornet did too.

"I'd urge you to take that harder path... "

See, going by The Pale King's actions and what The White Lady explicitly says, they both foresaw two outcomes wrt the infection: it can be allowed to spread, or it can be contained. At Teacher's Archives, Quirrel acknowledges the fact that Ghost is expected to do... something about this, but he doesn't elaborate on what HE thinks that's supposed to be apart from the obvious "Gotta bust into Black Egg Temple first". Hornet is the one person who presents to us—to Ghost—what's framed as a third option: confront and destroy the infection at its source.

And she doesn't bring it up like it's just another tactic for Ghost to consider, prim and indifferent to what they would do. She nudges them towards it, actively, up to the point where she throws herself into the fray against Hollow at a juncture that's uniquely dangerous to her and her alone just to make that option feasible.

Even when she's couching it in disclaimers that this is still Ghost's decision to make (and let's be fair, she's extremely not wrong about that lol), no one can pretend Hornet is unbiased. It's obvious in that buttoned-down Hornet kind of way that she is way the hell done with the increasingly tenuous stalemate that's kept Hallownest's desiccated corpse from collapsing in on itself. Personally it's hard for me not to read some Toriel Undertale-esque "My father was too entrenched in his own foolishness to pursue any course of action that would have DEFINITIVELY ended this" shade into her stance here, regardless of whether that's strictly true in canon.

And that bit—Hornet's hopes for an end to Hallownest's stasis, moreover her grim calculation of what needs to be done to get there—that's the bit I find super interesting but likewise tragic and depressing as shit, on multiple levels. In no small part because a) canon itself gestures towards Hornet feeling conflicted about the very plan she's pushing, and moreover b) she has at least two (2) damn good reasons to feel that way.

So, what do I mean by that? Let's look here first:

[Image description: A screenshot from Hollow Knight, of Hornet and Ghost inside the Temple of the Black Egg, standing in front of the unsealed egg itself. Hornet has been struck by the Dream Nail and her dialogue is displayed as follows: "... Could it achieve that impossible thing? Should it?" End description.]

As the curtain is about to drop on things one way or another, Hornet thinks,

... Could it achieve that impossible thing? Should it?

Now, looking at that last bit it's easy to go "Oh no, Hornet's worried that Ghost won't survive killing The Radiance!" And I do think that's part of it: Hornet is, categorically, not her father. By endgame it's clear she's not content to view her Void-borne siblings as tools to be used then disposed of. She's also well aware that as a healthy autonomous Vessel amongst the countless dead, Ghost is the only person left alive who has a fighting chance against The Radiance. Knowing someone is the only qualified candidate for the job doesn't make encouraging them to embrace a probable death sentence any less of a bitter pill to swallow, though. And odds are on that this sentiment extends to Hollow too, who IS going to die no matter what happens here. To put it bluntly, it's more than reasonable to conclude that Hornet hates the absolute fuck out of this.

But I don't think that's all there is to it either. Remember what I said earlier about The Pale King's bids for genocide? Well, it's not like the man deigned to limit his efforts to just the moth tribe.

"We do not choose our mothers... "

On top of everything else—an infected Hallownest being all she's ever known, the fact that she only exists because of the infection, the list goes on—Hornet has spent her life wedged into a position that's been uncomfortable and terminally unglamorous at best: she is both a daughter of her father's kingdom and of Deepnest.

Deepnest, which like the moths and many others was here long before the wyrm and his lady wife swanned onto the scene and the God Become Bug laid claim to everything the Light touched plus a considerable amount of change. THAT Deepnest, which has fought claw and thread to retain its sovereignty against same-said settler king, and for which Herrah not only surrendered her life but also agreed to bed her worst enemy, all in hopes of securing a viable future for her people (put a pin in that last part by the way, I'll come back to it soon).

Two Worlds, One Family (Ft. An Indigenous Woman Trying Her Damndest To Work With What She's Got Versus An Imperialist Who Only Signed Up For This Because He Needed The Political Favor THAT Badly, So It's The Height Of Dysfunctional Actually). Fun times!!!!

The baggage this entails for Hornet is gnarly enough without implications made by The White Lady and the pre-canon timeline of events and even Team Cherry's dev notes that the king may well have looked at baby Hornet, gone "YOINK", then ensured she spent the lion's share of her childhood reared within the pearly auspices of his Pale Court*. That would be rather advantageous for Him Specifically after all, the potential to mold a born foe into a future ally and even have her trained in combat under the same tutelage as her doomed sibling. And far be it from him to stop a grown Hornet—his own flesh and blood too!—from making Deepnest her forever home if she so pleased. He totally wouldn't be reneging on his "fair bargain made" by doing this one simple thing until Hornet came of age, not t e c h nic c a l l y.

If that is indeed the case, there's a non-zero chance Hornet's formative years were a hot mess of cultural alienation and being a good deal more privy than most to just how much of a bastard her father could be. There's an equally non-zero chance that at some point she stood or sat within earshot as The Pale King finally, finally dropped all pretense and euphemism to name the Light for precisely what (for who) it was.

See, in conjunction with the question that started this whole dang train of thought I've been asking this one too: Does Hornet know? When she speaks of confronting "the heart of [the] infection" does she know she's talking about not just a literal person but someone very specific? The Radiance, who god though she may be shares skin in the game alongside Hornet as a native woman screwed over by the same settler king, likewise deprived of her kin and saddled with a life gone horrendously pear-shaped?

I'll assume for the sake of exploring the possibility and because I think it's a likely one anyway that yes, Hornet does know. She knows, and despite everything can't help empathizing. She might even look at Radiance and see bits and pieces both reflected and slightly inversed in her own mother: Radiance was forced to the sidelines while her people—her children, the brood she was meant to lead and care for—died out under The Pale King's rule, and it's no stretch to assume she's at least as upset about that as she has been about everything else; Herrah too took drastic measures for her people's sake, trying to head off annihilation by relegating herself to the sidelines in an act that was as much calculated risk as an attempt to find wiggle room and leverage in the face of a nasty proposition.

A calculated risk that, if things continue as they are, might well amount to nothing as the rest of Deepnest gets eaten alive by the infection. It survived The Pale King's advances for so so long, only to fall here. Herrah's sacrifice would be for naught; the other tribes—themselves the king's victims—would keep succumbing to the infection too.

And this is where things fall apart.

"... or the circumstance into which we are born."

Let's be clear: I think Hornet is wise enough to know what's what here, that all the carnage and suffering falls on her father's head for starting this slow-motion trainwreck in the first place. Hallownest wasn't always Hallownest. This domain was Radiance's home first, along with many others. It was the worm-turned-king who rolled up on the scene unsolicited and decided this was a ""'problem""" that had to be """solved""".

But the fact of the matter is that he's gone and The Radiance is here, raging, seemingly inconsolable. Above and beyond being Deepnest's rightful heir, Hornet isn't in a position to countenance more splash damage even if the grief and fury fueling it makes perfect sense. She can understand without ever bringing herself to love Radiance, and she can bend her knee to practicality even if she hates the everloving shit out of it because the fact that it "has" to end this way isn't fair.

This lends itself to one last awful conclusion: that Hornet has probably considered and (rightly or wrongly) discarded the possibility that Radiance can be saved, at least not without dragging more collateral along for the ride. If even her mother and every other enemy to the king seemed to dismiss talking Radiance down as an option way back when... well. Why should Hornet hope for any better after things have escalated so far?

Again, it's practical. A practical net good is what Hornet strives for. And again, it fucking sucks.

For extra tragedy points, this makes Hornet's extended crypticness around Ghost followed by her last minute casting about for a reason to tell them "Wait, don't; not just yet" that she never voices even more of a gut punch. She can't bring herself to burden Ghost with the context that haunts her so, least of all when it might weaken their resolve to go through with what (she thinks) needs doing.

It's the "same song, different verse" which led to the mantis tribe and Deepnest being pitted against each other: Hallownest rigged the game so that two women who could have been powerful allies—who have a mutual vested interest in driving out settler rule—wound up poised as enemies instead. And how awful is that? The king for all his being extremely fucking dead still gets the last laugh, because outside of a miracle the game never manifests Hornet can salvage what her mother started and look forward to a future where Deepnest pulls itself back from the brink if and only if The Radiance dies.

Resolution comes at the price of a completed genocide. Add two more dead siblings to the unconscionable pile thereof, while we're at it. That's what it boils down to whether or not Hornet can bear to articulate it as such, and there's no grace or even a properly bittersweet ending to wring from this clusterfuck. And that is rough.

———

* This has been better explained elsewhere, but a quick rundown: The White Lady tells Ghost that Hornet and Herrah "were permitted little time together." On its surface this can be taken to mean that Hornet was still very young when Herrah was shipped off to Eternal Dreamland—except this doesn't jive with the fact that we meet Hornet as an adult. If the stasis kicked in once the Dreamers went to their rest, which in turn halted the aging process for every living bug in Hallownest, AND before all this Hornet experienced little by the way of quality time with her birth mother... I think you can see where I'm going with this.

To top it off we've got Team Cherry weighing in ominously from their dev notes on Herrah: "As part of the agreement for her alliance and her role as a dreamer, King gave her a child (Hornet). Was she allowed to keep this child or was she taken away?" This isn't confirmation by itself of course, but given additional canon details (see above): Can I get a "yikes" in the chat fellas.

#hollow knight #hornet (hollow knight) #hornet hollow knight #hk hornet #the radiance #hk radiance #herrah #hk herrah #hollow knight meta #sup folks it's been a minute since i dropped a whole dang essay but Here We Go!!!!!!

[tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar]

Nice To Meet Ya

Pairing: JJ Maybank x You

Summary: You pump right into a cute stranger during a party.

Word Count: 1,403

Warnings: Mention of underage drinking (kinda), cursing and graphic sex scenes.

Note: The title is based on Niall Horan song but the writing isn't. I love reading a good smut with some fluff, so I'm trying to get better at writing it. Practice makes perfect :) Feedback helps alot. I hope you love it!

*my screenshot of a gif. Credit to the owner.*

The house party you got invited to remind you of every house party you've seen on a scene. Rafe, the guy from the beach earlier who invited you makes his way to you.

"There you are! Glad you made it." He eyes your best friend, and he doesn't try to hide his disappointment. "You bought a friend?"

"Of course," you twist your hair around your finger as you look up at him through your eyelashes. "That's okay, right? I'm sorry."

Not really, you think. Did he really think you were going to a stranger's house by yourself?

He says, "it's fine," which makes you smile. He returns it, but it drops when you take your best friend's hand to walk away, planning on getting drunk with free booze.

When you turn around you accidentally pump right into someone...And their red solo cup filled with beer.

"Oh shit!"

"Shit!"

You both yell. Looking up and away from your now-ruined shirt, you notice that the boy is staring right at your chest, still holding the cup in shock. From the way the rings on his fingers shine, he accidentally got beer on him too.

You notice that he is really cute. His fluffy waving blonde hair matches very well with his blue eyes. When he makes eye contact with you, his shock goes away. His smile as your face heats up for just embarrassing yourself twice in front of a cute stranger.

"Fuck my life." You huff, walking away to find a bathroom.

The fourth door you open is another bedroom. It looks like a basic teenage bedroom- probable Rafes-with a contented bathroom. Perfect.

You start looking for a shirt to borrow in the closet. It looks like a little wannabe Macy's with all button up long sleeves you push aside. "Where's a basic-ass t-shirt?"

"You can have mine," a voice says from behind you. You turn around and notice it's the cute blondie, leaning against the doorframe."But then I would have to walk around shirtless because of you."

"I think every here girl and some guys would thank me." You mumble and you don't know if he heard you until closing the door and asks, "Would you say good job to yourself?" In a teasing tone.

You go back to looking for a shirt in response.

"What's your name?"

You tell him, giving up on trying and failing to ignore him. You have a gut feeling he won't leave you alone. Which, surprise you seem okay with.

He pats at the bed next to him. As you sit down, he says, "I am sorry about your shirt."

"It's fine. Besides, I was only flirting with that guy to get into the party." He chuckles at the last part. "Smart girl."

Who knew two words could make you flush.

"God, you are really fucking adorable." You barely heard him but when you look at him, you see his blushing too.

You don't know who makes the first move.

Your straddling his lap as one hand wraps around your neck slightly, his thumb under your chin to kiss you at a good angel. His lips are soft against yours, tasting like weed and sea salt. No beer? He probably made it at the party at the same time as you, which means both of you know what you at doing.

And want it bad.

"Be here with me," he brings you out of your thoughts. You feel the cold metal of his rings against your back as he unhooks your bra. You back far enough to have room to take off your shirt. He slips his finger under a bra strap, pulling it down to your writs before he pulls it off with his teeth, throwing it across the room. "Or tell me to stop right now and I'll leave you alone. Let you go back to Rafe."

"Just shut up and kiss me." You start ridding against his leg, making you both groan and moan.

You help him take off his shirt. You can feel his relief when you don't mention the marks covering his upper body. You move off his lap to knee down between his legs. He never loses eye contact with you as you pull down his shorts. He kicks them off when they reach his ankles at the same time you grope his dick through his black underwear. You feel proud of yourself when you see pre-cum spots. Hearing him grunt, you take your time pulling his underwear off before you lick his head, wrapping your hand around him. With what your hand doesn't cover, you cover with your mouth and tongue.

"Keep doing that and I'll fuck your mouth instead." You look up at him to ask, "Why can't you fuck both?"

"Because I want to take my sweet time with you." A high pitch surprise yelp leaves you as he stands to pick you up. Your legs wrap around him but leave when he drops you back on the bed, hovering over you. His laugh makes you smile in a kiss.

It's nice and slow for a few minutes. He traces his finger underneath your breasts before he starts moving back and forth to suck on your nipples."Oh my god," you moan.

"It's actually me, JJ." He grins from ear to ear.

You think, "Cheecky bastard" is a better-suited name. Moaning louder, you pull the hair at the back of his head since one of his fingers unexpectedly went inside of you. "I'm sorry," he teases, moving down to sit between your legs."What was that? I didn't hear you."

Instead of replying, you close your eyes and rock your hips back and forth to the rhythm of his finger going in and out until he adds anther. It feels so good but you're in need of more.

"Do you have a condom?" You sound breathless.

"Yeah, in my wallet. One sec," he says, pressing a kiss on your inner thigh.

And another kiss on the opposite thigh, closer to your dripping wet opening.

"It's been more than one second."

Half way through saying 'one' your voice weakens as you feel his tongue slides slowly against your folds. JJ pulls himself up to a sitting position, "couldn't help myself." He kisses you once more on the lips.

He jumps off the bed and walks over to his jeans. You sit up to watch him.

"Do you always have a condom waiting?"You ask in a teasing, mocking tone.

"First thing they teach you in Boy Scouts is to always be prepared." He teases back.

When he is close enough, you pull on his necklace to come closer to you. Your hands go from his upper chest to his shoulders, his eyes become darker blue as he gets pulled down to hover over you. Both of his hands grab your wrists, putting them over your head. He starts kissing and licking your neck. You try to move your hands to touch his hair, back muscles - any part of him but he only smiles and tighten the grip he has on your wrists.

"Please, JJ." Hearing you whimper his name makes him silver and gets the urge to make you scream it over and over again.

He stops teasing you to open the condom.

You see your chance to finally touch him again and tease him so you grab it from him and say, "let me."

He growls when you roll the condom over his dick, and you feel him thrust in your hand. Instead of giving what he wants, you remove your hand and lay back down. "I'm ready."

"Baby," he looks at young, smirking "you're not when I start doing everything I want to do to you."

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Your best friend gave up on looking for you when a guy named John B and his girlfriend Sarah told her that their friend JJ was the one who spilled his drink on you. He didn't mean too, but Kiara teases about the fact that JJ didn't stop talking about you since seeing you at the beach. Before he could go up to you though, he watched as Rafe talked to you. They all got dragged to the party and it was Pope who pushed JJ towards you when he saw his friend staring at you and Rafe again.

They all tease you both when you guys come back stairs.

You're wearing JJ shirt.

#jj outer banks imagine #jj outer banks #jj x you #jj obx #jj maybank #jj imagine #jj smut imagine #jj smut #jj maybank imagine #jj x reader #jj x y/n #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #rudy pankow imagine #rudy pankow #masterlist

[bakugouscentedcaramel]

My boyfriend of five years just decided to throw me away with no problem. Welp, guess I'll die.

Literally exactly me about 4 months ago

Warning: long post about Pre Blog Val and self harm/depression

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My ex of five and a half years broke up with me bc I apparently wasn't doing enough and he didn't feel loved enough so he cheated, oh and he blamed my depression saying he was "tired of picking up the pieces after an episode"

I would've done anything for him, hell I even thought we would get married and have kids one day, but he only wanted to use me.

It was the first half year of us living together and I guess he just expected sex every single day? Not to mention I was working nights and didn't get home until midnight so I could at least see him during the day. He never wanted to do anything with me and I had to beg him to take me out to even go eat at a fast food place together. He complained when I was clingy and affectionate but got pissy if I didn't return a half assed kiss.

The last three years of our relationship could've been considered abusive because he would try to push his kink onto me every time we would get frisky and my sub ass would just go along with it, even with how uncomfortable I got. There were times where we had sex that I didn't really want to but he didn't care until after he was done and I was in tears. Saying "well if you didn't want it why didn't you say" apparently 23 no's weren't enough. Sex in general with him was so unsatisfying because he would only focus on what he wanted and if I didn't get off who cares.

He started coming home at 3am and I was still up because I get attached to physical comfort and couldn't sleep without someone being there. I was in tears every night. After the third day he just stopped coming home all together. Not even sending me a text to tell me if he was ok. I was in turmoil, constantly worried and anxious about his well being and us as a couple.

He finally just called me after a week and a half because I couldn't even finish my closing shift and had to call my co-workers for help.

"Yeah I think we should just take a break"

Another week of radio silence and my depression gaining one of the biggest footholds of my life. I nearly killed myself.

He finally came back just to tell me "I'm breaking up with you bc you've changed and you don't love me like you used to and we haven't had sex in 5 months."

I begged and pleaded like an idiot until he said I became narcissistic and selfish like my mother who I stopped talking to about 6 years ago bc she kicked me out at 17. He called me a bitch and a whore when I started to argue with him about all of the emotional baggage he gave me throughout the years and he deflected it back onto me and left.

I had to move from Marquette, Michigan within four days and had to rely on my friends to bring my ass back to live with them before they nearly murdered him on my behalf.

I was a wreck that I thought would never be fixed. I nearly died if I'm being honest.

But here's me, 4 months later, living with one of first best friends, laughing and smiling everyday, working at a job with some amazing people that I care about like family, and especially running this blog.

I really do mean it when I say you all mean the world to me, all of the positivity you all show me, all the cute requests, all the happiness that stems from my writings really did pull me out of that rut. You all are my lifeblood through and through.

So I've been there honey. I know it probably feels horrible right now and you have no where else to turn to but trust me, things get better, love.

Some of the most beautiful flowers grow in the worst possible conditions.

And just know I'm always going to be here for every single one of you lovelies because I never want anyone to be in as low of a place I was before all of this.

I'm sorry for the long post honey, I just thought you'd want to know someone who bounced back from a similar situation.

#ask val #valvent #tw: depression #tw: mental health #tw: self harm #i could've gone on about eberything else he did but those were just the biggest things i could think of

[our-chaoticwhispers]

What Are The Chances (Pt 4)

Pairing:  Chris Pine x Reader

Warning: Fluffy, maybe a touch of angst

Summary: After dating for over a year, you and Chris run into a road block of sorts. Will you be able to come back from it?

A/N: Sorry this took so long to write this. Life decided to kick me while I was already down. But, here it is, and I hope you like it!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Word Count: 2,236 (Oops..)

The months flew by, and before you knew it, it was your one year anniversary. You can Chris had never been happier. Both of your careers were blooming, and you love life was nothing short of perfect.

Well, almost perfect. Though the two of you had never gotten into a full blown argument, there were a couple bumps here and there. The biggest one being Chris's sex appeal. It seemed like every girl wanted to throw themselves at him. You never thought that you were the jealous type, and to an extent, you weren't. But, there was always that voice inside that questions if you are good enough for him.

Over the last year, you had been doing a damn fine job of ignoring that voice, with the help of Chris, of course. Whenever you were together, he would make sure that you knew he loved you. He'd tell you all the time, he never seemed to stop touching you, and he'd constantly surprise you with new and innovative ways to show that he loved you. Even if it was something small, like playing your favorite music in the car instead of his.

Tonight was no exception. It was your one year anniversary, and he knew exactly how the night would play out. He had the day planned to a T! When you woke up and walked down stairs he was in your kitchen, making your favorite breakfast while listening to the playlist you made of all your favorite songs.

"Good morning, gorgeous." He said when he heard you walk in. He was wearing your favorite outfit, tight khaki jeans, an even tighter white shirt and the cardigan you bought him for his birthday.

"Good morning, baby." You laughed and wipe some flour off his forehead before giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Smells amazing." You commented before turning to set the table.

You sat down to eat, talking about your day yesterday, the interviews the two of you had done, and the movies you had coming up. You both were happy to have some time off to spend with each other. Chris seemed anxious, and you could tell why. But, it unnerved you that he kept checking his phone.

"Something wrong?" You asked around a bite of food.

"Hmm?" He seemed caught off guard, and nervous. "No, everything is fine. I gotta run though, babe." He stood, put his dish in the washer, pecked you on the head and left.

Well, that was odd. He didn't even say I love you, Chris always says I love you. You tried not to dwell on it and went about cleaning up the mess he left behind. God love, but the man uses every dish in the house when he cooks. You were just about to put the last dish away when your phone rang. The screen lit up, informing you that Zoe was calling. The two of you had become best friends while filming Star Trek.

"Hey, girl!" You answered brightly!

"Hey, Zach and I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out today. I'm thinking mani/pedi spa day!"

"Oh, my god that sounds amazing. When are you going?"

"About an hour or so. I'll text you the address."

"Perfect, I'll see you then." You hung up and went to get ready.

After a gloriously long, hot shower, you set about to get ready. You walked into the office to get a book to read while you were out and about when you saw Chris's laptop open on his emails. You weren't one to snoop, but the subject line caught your attention.

Can't wait to see you.

Your heart dropped, and you couldn't help but read the email.

Hey Chris,

I would love to talk to you more. Meet me for lunch at Perch on Hill Street at about 12:45. My treat :)

-Linda

Perch? That was your favorite restaurant. Why was he meeting some girl there for lunch? Maybe it's about a new role or something, you tried to rationalize away. But, your heart sank. Was that why he was acting so weird?

You tried to push the thought from your mind, tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. Chris would never cheat on you. You know he loves you. But still...

You arrived at the spa and met up with Zoe and Zach, hugs and kisses on the cheek were exchanged, but Zach noticed you weren't your normal chipper self.

"You okay?" He asked, concern etched in his features.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. It's just been a weird day." You looked at your sandals.

"Well, let's get this party started!" Zoe said, trying to brighten your mood and handing you a flute of champagne.

"Thanks!" You said with a smile, accepting the drink and raising a toast to your friends.

The spa day was amazing, and you did feel better. A fresh set of acrylic nails and a pedicure could do that for a girl like you. You looked over at Zoe who held her rumbling stomach.

"What? It's almost one and I'm hungry. You two want to grab a bite?"

"Yeah! Perch is near by and I know you love that place!" Zach said.

"I'll get an Uber," Zoe said, already calling one up before you could say anything.

The drive to Perch didn't take very long, and you were seated outside almost immediately. You were trying to casually look around for Chris, who should be here by now. When you finally spotted him, your heart sank, he was sitting with a rather attractive woman who was in her mid-thirties and they were laughing and she grabbed his hand.

"I know that look, what's wrong?" Zoe asked.

"Nothing." You said and placed your order.

She let the topic drop, knowing you well enough to let it go. The three of you ate and talked, caught up with each other and were laughing at a story Zach was telling you when Zoe noticed Chris getting up to leave.

"Chris! What are you doing here?"

"Hey, guys. Hey, sweetie." He kissed you on the cheek. "I was just having lunch with a friend. What are you three trouble makers up to?"

You wanted to kick him. Did he have no remorse? You just caught him eating with another woman. Zoe, Zach, and Chris chatted for a bit before Chris checked his watch and said he had to run. Kissing the top of your head as he left. The three of you hung around a little while longer before Zach checked his phone and told you that he and Zoe had to head out, saying they were due at the studio for some pre-production work on the new Star Trek.

"That's weird," Zach said, paying the bill and handing you a piece of paper that had your name on it. "We gotta run. See you later!"

You said your goodbyes and read the piece of paper. You noticed it was in Chris's hand writing.

Aw, so you got my note! My plan is working perfectly. For our one year anniversary, I wanted to do something extra special. I know you love scavenger hunts, so prepare yourself for the best one ever!

Your task, should you choose to accept it is to go home, and find your favorite book. Your next clue is in there.

Love you,

-C

As luck would have it, you had that book with you. You opened the cover to find another note and read it while climbing into your Uber.

Congratulations! You found the next note! Your next clue is to find something blue where I hide my dirty clothes. The clue is attached to it.

-C

You drove home, still trying not to jump conclusions about the date you caught Chris on. But, it was still playing on your mind. 'something blue where I hide my dirty clothes.'  Under the bed?  You walked into to the bed and look under it. Sure enough, there is a bright blue suit case under there. You pull it out and grab the attached.

DO NOT OPEN THE SUIT CASE!

There will be a car coming to get you at 3. Be ready.

-C

What the fuck is this man up to?! You tried to call him, but it went straight to voicemail. You tried to call Zoe and Zach, but no one answered. You finally broke down and called his dad, Robert, but he said he hasn't heard from Chris today, but whatever he was doing sounded like one hell of a surprise.

You waited around for the car to show up and went outside to meet the driver. He handed you an envelope and said that he was told to tell you not to open it until you got to the airport.

Airport?!

When you arrived, your assistant Elaina was there waiting for you. She smiled and walked up to you with a neck pillow and blanket in tow.

"El, what the hell is going on? Where am I going?"

"I promised Chris I wouldn't tell you. So, I'm not saying anything. But, you are all checked in, I'll take your bag. Your flight leaves in thirty minutes." She grabbed your bag and walked to the desk to have it checked in.

You waved your goodbye and walked to the TSA queue. Fifteen minutes later, you were on a jet to who knows where. The stewardess handed you a tablet with a video queued up.

Hey, baby. By now you are probably wondering what the hell is going on, and who could blame you. But don't worry, it'll all make sense soon, I promise. The plane is stocked with all your favorites, so enjoy the flight. I love you so much and I'll see you when you land.

-C

You don't know how long you had been asleep for when the pilot announced that you were landing. It was too dark to make out where in the world you were currently. Once you got off the plane, you found out that you were in Dublin, Ireland. You had always dreamed of going to Ireland but hadn't got yet, because you wanted it to be special. As you walked to the baggage claim you saw a man holding a sign with your name on it, with your blue suitcase next to him.

"Miss (Y/L/N)?" He said in a wonderfully lilting accent.

"Yep, that's me." You said with a smile. He handed you another note and a garment bag and directed you to his limo.

SURPRISE! You made it to Ireland, finally. Now, the drive should have handed you a bag. Get changed and I'll see you soon.

-C

Changing in the back of a limo was a piece of cake for you now, the dress Chris had for you was amazing. It was a green, A-line cocktail dress that had a white to green ombre lace top, matching shoes and the cardigan he was wearing this morning. The drive took about 30 minutes before the driver knocked on the door to make sure you were dressed. When you opened and stepped out and saw Chris standing on the shore with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, and that million dollar smile.

You were hesitant, but walked over to him and hugged him. He sensed the uneasiness in your hug and pulled back to look at you.

"What's wrong? Aren't you excited to be here? I planned this for months." He said smiling down at you.

"Who was that women you were with? At Perch?" You couldn't stop yourself from asking. "Why was she emailing you?"

Chris looked at you, confusion etched into his stupid, perfect face. "That was Linda, she's an event planner. We were going over everything to make sure this went off without a hitch."

Suddenly you felt so stupid. Of course! Chris couldn't plan something this big all on his own, and not have you notice.

"Were you jealous?" He teased you. But then, his face suddenly turned serious. "(Y/N), I love you. You are the most amazing woman I have ever met, and I would never think about another woman when I have you waiting for me."

"I know, I just.. I saw the email, and then you two were on a date. Well, I thought it was a date. I'm sorry, I love you, too. This is the best anniversary gift ever."

"This isn't the gift." He said looking suddenly nervous. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, and your heart stopped. "The gift i-is me. Forever." You could see the tears welling in his eyes as he looked at you before getting down on one knee.

"(Y/F/M), I love you more than I ever believed I could love another person. I wake up every day with a smile on my face from knowing that you love me, too. You make me a better man, and I can't imagine not having you by my side. You are my best friend and the love of my life. Will you make my life complete by agreeing to mar-"

You cut him off by throwing yourself on him and kissing him with all the love you could muster.

"YES! Oh my god! Yes!!" You couldn't contain the tears that freely flowed down your face. "I love you, too!"

#chris pine #Chris Pine series #chris pine imagine #chris pine fanfiction #Chris Pine Fanfic #captain kirk #captain james t. kirk #Star Trek #star trek beyond #chris pine x reader #reader insert

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Ali & Tess

A nice pre-Christmas argument

Tess joined the chat 2 hours ago Ali: Mamacita! How's tricks? Did you manage to get the gum out of Rocky's hair in the end or is he rocking a no.1 rn? Tess: It's hat season he'll be fine. It's your da you need to worry about if he doesn't get those bloody Christmas decs out Ali: At least you'll be saved the toxic fumes of the nit shampoo, like. I'll make him some earmuffs, ears like that, he'll get frostbite. Ali: Aww, leave off, he's got a bad back, like 😜 Ali: Caleb can come help with the heavy shit, he's like an ox, I'll be creative director, obvs, I've got the eye, he's got the body Ali: 😉 Tess: I hope you've got plenty of wool 'cause the dog got to ours and its a bloody state. He'll have a bad head to go with it in a minute. Nah you're alright bab Tommy's offered and Drew might as well make himself useful now he's sniffing round again. Ali: Well, there goes your classic jumper presents! Have to brave dem crowds, fight a bitch for the last...idk, what do kids even want these days? Last I heard from Rock mutant turtles and power rangers were back in vogue but they're probably out again, its been a week or so 😏 Contrary fuckers, eh? I was NEVER that bad, was I? Bet you wish you could relieve those easy years raising me, the dream child 😇 Ali: Alright then, though I wouldn't recommend confining Tommo and Drew to a space as small as the loft, T is gunning for him Ali: aren't we all? but hey 🤷 see if those muscles are just for show ay Tess: He's still on about that slime bollocks. Supposedly this stuff blows bubbles and expands or whatever. All I'm bothered about is that it says it ain't sticky. Better sodding not be. Ha! If you weren't being a little demon you were trying to raise them. Easy ain't the word love! Tess: I'll put Drew at the bottom of the ladder. Maybe some of the boxes'll land on his head. Knock some sense into the lad. Ro too seeing as she's never far. Ali: That shit is such a rip-off though, I could make him some dead cheap, tell him he can have it whatever colour, whatever random shit he wants in it, and no one else will have the same at School Ali: Save your money for the feast 💃'cos I won't be absolutely stuffed from my first xmas dinner, like, nah Ali: and demons need love too, ma, just ask Ro Ali: will he be joining us for meal numero dos? cos i don't think i can stomach 2 helpings of him in one day tbh Tess: Tell him yourself. I tried to make some with him in the summer and the ungrateful little sod wouldn't even come sit up the table. His loss. They loved it at work. Tess: Don't. That girl'll do me in one of these days . I'm surviving on spite by now 'cause he'll be eating with us over my dead body. Caleb's lot are welcome to keep him. Ali: I'm tellin ya get the kid some prescription speed, it'll do him wonders 😂 Well, that's another idea fucked...tis the season! Ali: I know, it ain't even funny at this point. Ali: You know she's gonna wanna go see him, yeah? You'll never get her to sit through games and shit telly once she's picked at her veg Ali: Its like kid swap up in here Tess: If I can get some what's on her plate into her instead of just the dog I'll be laughing. Fuck's sake. Kids who'd celebrate 'em? Grandkids on the other hand. Mary'd have been proper buzzing for that. Ali: Oi, woman! I'm right here Ali: and the giver of majority grandkids, so, think on, love Tess: You're even stevens kiddo. Keep it that way 'til you're done with uni yeah? Call that the xmas gift that keeps giving. Ali: yeah but a twofer ain't the same, is it? 😜 don't make promises i can't keep, ma Ali: engineering students are so fit, how will i resist? Tess: Tell that to Bea. I'm sure she'd have plenty to say back. Ali Mckenna don't test me there's plenty of room in the car when we go for Tommo's new specs I can get you in too. Ali: Yeah, yeah, she can lord it over me with her efficient vagina, getting it done in one, I'll be many bucks fizzes deep by then, give a shizzle Ali: Gurl, my vision is 20/20, in my third eye too, ooOOoOoOOOo Ali: Maybe Beatrice will prove again why she's your favourite daughter by distracting Ro so much with this London visit she won't have time to pine over Drew at all, happy days Tess: That's the spirit. Save your dad's back. He still thinks he's a brawler. Tess: Shh I don't have favorites I'm not one of your teachers. Tess: I'm sure Drew'll stay one text away throughout. Never off her phone now is she. Ali: Ahh, old man could still take him, Drew's a pussy Ali: I'll get Marlene round again lmao Ali: Suuuuuuuuuuuure ya don't 😏 Ali: We can only assume texting is a medium in which he really shines, 'cos seeing them IRL, doesn't make sense, so... Tess: Now that girl is a fave, thinking 'bout it. Yeah I like her. Tess: He must know his selfie angles or some shit. Tess: You tell me I'll never see the appeal. Ali: oh, sweet mama, if only you'd voiced your preference sooner, maybe i'd of married her and had lots of gaybies instead Ali: alas 🤣 Ali: you sound 100, do you feel it? 😉 Ali: he's a vessel for her hopes and dreams, init, but he ain't, he just needs to man up and move the fuck on so she can too Tess: Like you've ever listened to your ma. Double it and you ain't close, bab. I'm in those vampiric numbers here. Tess: Yeah. Maybe try telling her that. Ali: You wish you were a vampire. Which, tbh, is telling of how old you is. Ain't nothing cool about being a basement dwelling weirdo who can't sample the wonder and joy of garlic bread. Ali: Why don't you? Oh wait, cos it ain't for either of us to say it so we'll just sit here like bitter old lemons Ali: You're a bad influence, lady Tess: If that's what you think about vampire lore then I ain't gonna even waste my breath young'un. Tess: I have, cheers. I ain't sitting on my arse doing fuck all for you lot even if that's what you reckon. Tess: Exactly. Learn a lesson. Ali: Mhmm, go tell it to the lost boys 'cos I don't give a damn, I'm getting doughballs baby Ali: Pshhh, well fat lot of good its done, why you setting me up to fail then?! Ali: I know when to bow out gracefully Tess: I don't need to 'cause we'll all be snacking. If you'd watched that movie when I offered you'd know garlic don't work in that verse. Tess: There's nothing graceful about tapping out with a fight left to finish. I thought you'd been set up to go 'til the final bell but do what you've gotta do. Or don't. Tess: There's plenty of other shit stuck to the fridge singing your praises like Ali: No thank you, there's watching some lame for jokes, then there's forcing yourself to endure kiefer sutherland and co Ali: That's sadism. Ali: Well, there's nothing graceful about kicking a girl when she's down Ali: going blow for blow ain't always the right approach, is it? not with someone like Ro so don't start alright Tess: Lame? And you wonder why you ain't my fave. Tess: Helping your sister up is always the right approach if you don't want her to stay down. Tess: I'm not starting anything. I've said my piece. End of. Ali: C'mon, I know even Joe couldn't pretend to like it, like Ali: That's my point, she ain't fell yet, she's on a Drew-related high so pardon me from not trying take the rug from up under her Ali: not that I could if I tried, like I said, what good has you 'saying your piece' done? Ali: sometimes all you can do is be there to pick up the pieces after, that's just facts Tess: You all take after your da is why. No taste none of ya. Tess: It's done me a lot of good being able to get it on the record each time, cheers. Tess: sometimes that's a cop out 'cause you want a easy life Tess: Fact is there's plenty that could have been done before he did his reappearing act. Ali: Oh, yeah? Like what? Changing her entire worldview in time for tea? Ali: If it was that easy, you would've managed it by now Ali: Don't be so hard on yourself, your not doing her, or any of us, a favour with this shit Tess: He's a dealer it is that easy. It ain't my job to manage it though. You all wanna be treated like adults and have me wipe your arses for you at the same time I think not. Do yourself and her, a favor and use that big brain of yours. Ali: You think she doesn't know? Now who's being thick Ali: She doesn't care, so unless you're planning to cop shop him that means sweet fuck all doesn't it Tess: It ain't about what she knows. Last I checked he's not the only dealer in Dublin. There's still some honor among scumbags and more than one way to get caught out. Ali: Aww, such a softie at heart, ain't ya? Tess: Takes one to know one. Ali: That is one small step above 'I know you are but what am I?' Ali: No one wants Drew to get kneecapped or Ro to be collateral but he wants to be treated like an adult, so we can't wipe his arse, can we? Tess: Speak for yourself I'd spend my reddies to see that. However bad he thinks he is there's always someone worse and the sooner he learns it the better for all of us having to watch him play silly beggars Tess: Ro's worth a million of him maybe when she's grown up she'll know it. Ali: Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're such a hard bitch. Maybe if he'd got proper help from people like you he woulda turned out better when he was grown too. Ali: It ain't too late for either of them. Tess: I'm what I've had to be. I can't save 'em all. Not even close. You'd be well to stay away from him if you've still got the sense you were born with. Ali: Yeah but you still try, don't you? Read back your previous wisdom for your answer there. Ali: Bit hard when we live in the same gaff isn't it but I can assure you I'm not going out of my way to be his bestie, mother Tess: I ain't about to flog a dead dog. He ain't a stupid kid anymore and what happened when he was a little 'un ain't an excuse either Tess: Nobody's got it easy. Tess: It's up to him to work out if his turning point's come and gone or if he even reckons he needs one. Ali: You don't have to but you can see the pretense Ro is working under, yeah? She doesn't think she's doing anything wrong and, arguably, she ain't. But sometimes all you get for your efforts is a kick in the teeth. Ali: Nobody's got it easy. Ali: It's up to HER to call time, not us. Tess: Who says? I've been there. Thinkin I had it all and knew even more about my future with my dream boy. Nobody came to clue me in but even now I wish they fucking had done. Ali: Like you'd have listened. Tess: If I had someone who gave a shit maybe Tess: She'd listen to you. Ali: Say you had, would you have done anything differently? Even if you knew how it'd go, if you didn't have Ronnie, you might still be with Josh now Ali: It changes everything about you Ali: I don't think she would. There's no reasoning because there is no reason, or rhyme for that matter Tess: Of course I would. I'd do everything differently. I'm not trying to romanticise who I was. Or am. Tess: Change ain't no bad thing when it comes to this. Or me Tess: Because you don't wanna think that she would and deal with all the shit that comes with her doing that. I don't blame ya but that don't make it right Tess: it's still a cop out. Ali: Well, I hope it soothes YOUR soul villainizing yourself because as someone who's half you, it's not something that is helpful, at all. Ali: Who's been there for her after every break-up? Who has to listen to every fucking detail? It ain't been you. And I can assure you I didn't spend those times when he was out of the picture singing his fucking praises. I HAVE told her. Everyone has. It just pisses you off that you can't fix this, or her. Tess: You're all you. Your own person. End of. Tess: And it should help you to know the truth. I was a bad person Ali and I ain't exactly sainted now. I do my best that's all any of us've got. Deal with it. Tess: I'm sorry you want a gold star or pat on the head for doing what you're supposed to for who you love. You're not getting it from me. Try your luck with your da maybe. Tess: And yeah it does piss me off so what? Ali: That isn't close to being true. There's no such thing as an individual, sorry to burst your bubble. Ali: And no one is one or the other. Christ, you're so fucking old testament. Ali: If your going in for all that shite, you should look at how revered a knocked-up teenage girl is whilst you're at it Ali: No one gives a shit about your war stories, they don't help anyone but you so you keep all that anger and hold it tight 'cos none of us are here for it any more Ali: Good luck trying to get Rocky to sit still so you can tell him all about damnation to scare him straight, good fucking luck Tess: You're not gonna change my mind. If you were anything close to being half of me we wouldn't be having this conversation. Tess: Life's black and white for me. That's what happens when you don't have choices. Call it what you like. Tess: And there's nothing to be preached to me about being a knocked up teen by you or anyone else. I ain't trying to either you just think it's that onesided 'cause you never listen Tess: There you go again speaking for everyone else when you mean yourself. But whatever. Tess: Get your own stories and leave mine out of it. Tess: Grow up, Ali. Ali: Now there's a copout if I ever heard one. Ali: Listen to what? What are you spouting but hot air? Ali: Oh, yeah? What one of your sainted children has benefitted? Ronnie hates you, Joe's a junkie, me and Fraze did exactly what you did. Ali: Tommy is passable but he's unhappy as fuck so, well done there. You've only got one left. Ali: What's the point? No one can ever match up to your infinite wisdom, I'd rather stay young so I knew what the hell I was talking about instead of making myself look like an old fool

#fabby fun

[clockworkfromspace]

The Book v2 Chapter 8

-the twins head to their Ultra Being class-

Chris walks there

*jeff’s already in his desk, playing with some water floating above it*

-Jolly Johnny and a beat up girl with tears in her eyes appear in front of the class-

Chris: zoey?

-Jolly Johnny turns to their teacher- "Hello there Mr. Taio. This girl here needs a favor from you."

Mr. Taio: Huh!? Who are you!?

"Zoey....McChevy...sir"

Mr. Taio: McChevy.... Related to Chris McChevy?

She nods

Mr. Taio: If you want me to release another spirit, you'd need to give me something in return.

Jolly Johnny: Life for a life?

"N-not him someone else"

Mr. Taio: That will do.

-Jolly Johnny uses Jeff's power to teleport Neon here-

Jolly Johnny: Hi brother.

Chris looks at the girls confused

Jea: What's happening? -she falls asleep-

-Jolly Johnny stabs Neon-

"Ok then"

-he takes out the knife then slits his throat-

-students in the class look horrified-

"WHAT THE HELL"

Jolly Johnny: there ya go.

"Could i see cyberblast please?..."

Mr. Taio: The Cyberclad who recently died? Sure.

"Yes"

-Cyber blast appears as a phantom-

"C-cy?...."

Cy: Zoey? -he looks at his hands- I actually died?

She nods

Cy: Have you told Cheenato and Kelly yet?

"T-they know"

Cy: How well are they taking it?

"V-very well actully..."

Jenifer: Anyone else extremely confused?

sorta

Chris: yes

*popcorn appears in his hand*

-Neon's body vanishes along with Jolly Johnny-

-Jea wakes up-

Mr. Taio: Do the two of you mind? I wish to return to my lesson.

Cy: Where are we Exactly?

keaton city

*pops over to him* i’m jeff

you are?

Cy: You live in Keaton City and you don't know who I am?

no

Jea: That's Cyber blast. One of Skull City's most famous heroes and that girl is Foxy Clockwork. His girlfriend and one of the members of his team.

Jea: They helped fight off the cyberclads years ago.

Jea: But... Why do you look like a ghost?

-she gets a worried look-

Cy: My jobs dangerous enough on it's own. That with the fact that I'm seen as a traitor to my own planet meant I had a high chance of being killed. Guess I couldn't beat the odds.

Jea: A cyberclad did this? There's still bad one's on this planet?

Cy: There's at least one thanks to that guy in the fucking bow tie. (Jolly Johnny)

-Mr. Taio looks at Jeff and Zoey with glowing white eyes-

Mr. Taio: Both of your souls are blinking. One of you will become the Divine Guardian of teleportation at some point.

Mr. Taio: At the moment. Jeff... You are in the lead.

"WHAT"

what?

-he turns back to Zoey- "It's either because he is better or because your other powers are getting in your way"

Mr. Taio: a Divine Guardian's soul is different from most. Their soul glows brightly. Both of yours are slowly fading between a normal soul and a Guardian soul.

"Cy can you teleport as a ghost"

well how do i become one?

Mr. Taio: He cannot. He can vanish, fly quickly, and phase through solid objects but he cannot teleport.

"I protect skull city and i will coutine to do that!"

Mr. Taio: No one truly knows all the rules of becoming a Devine Guardian. I'd suggest you prove that you have better mastered your ability than Zoey has

Mr. Taio: Once you prove you're the best, I'm sure you will become a Divine Guardian. Though to be honest there's nothing that special about it.

still seems awesome

so who are the divine guardians right now?

Mr. Taio: Depending on your power, it will either become easier to control or more powerful. Divine Guardians also reincarnate after death. Their memories are blank at first but slowly come back during adolescents and adult hood.

Mr. Taio: I only know of a few current Divine Guardians.

Mr. Taio: There's me, that guy who was just here, a criminal who's currently locked away at a SCOPE facility, Blue Rebel, and Shadow Walker.

Cy: I'm going back to check on the kids.

-he flies away-

Zoey goes with him

well i guess we got out ultra beings lesson for today. *smirks* you want me to clean up this blood?

Mr. Taio: What blood? [Neon's blood vanished along with his body]

ummm... o-kay...

-the dismissal bell rings-

Chris runs home

-he twins walk to their bus-

*jeff pops into the seat behind the twins* hey

Jenifer: Hey.

that was crazy

why does johnny always put you to sleep *looks at jea*

Jea: How should I know

Jenifer: It's for the best. She's far too innocent to have seen what he did.

Jea: I've seen him do many horrible things in the book.

Jenifer: Seeing him kill some random person in your book is different from seeing him killing his own brother with a knife.

Jea: WHAT!?

Jea: Neon? Noooo he was my favorite character!

Jenifer: Probably shouldn't have said that.

-the bus get to their stop-

-the girls walk to the house but see their dad's car parked out front-

Jenifer: He's home already?

Jenifer: I just realized. Dude, Jeff, you could totally build your own house will your ability. Hell, you could be rich dude.

Jea: Think of what that would do to the economy.

Jenifer: It's just one guy doing it. The economy will be fine

sounds like fun

what should we do first?

-Jenifer pulls up google maps on her phone- We'd need to find a place to build it.

Jea: He'd have to own the land to legally build a house there and we're not old enough to buy property

Jenifer: Shit, she's right

Jenifer: you think that Jolly Johnny guy could help us?

i doubt it but he might

-Jolly Johnny appears looking like a phantom- "What's in it for me?"

i don’t know. whatcha want? he said i might be the divine guardian; is there anything i can do for you when that happens?

Jolly Johnny: Nope. Hmm.... I'll do it and we'll just say that you owe me one. Both of you

Jenifer: So long as it doesn't get me arrested, sure.

ok

already ripped a girl’s heart out so sure

Jolly Johnny: Look at you stealing young girl's hearts like a true lady killer

*busts out laughing*

-Jea walks home-

so... where do you recommend johnny

-he points out a spot near the edge of the city. Its about 40 miles from Skull City while still on one of Keaton High School's bus routes

ok

what now?

Jolly Johnny: I'll go and buy the land. I'll get back to you when I'm done.

-he vanishes-

*looks at jenifer* you gonna help me build it?

Jenifer: What do you expect me to do?

Jenifer: Mr. Godly teleportation

you could help me design the layout

Jenifer: True

Jenifer: Alright.

-Jenifer walks into her house-

Mr. Kon: Hey sweetie, who was that guy you were talking to outside?

Jenifer: a friend from school. Mind if he comes in?

-Mr. Kon looks out the window and examines him- "sure."

-Jenifer walks out onto the porch- "Come on in."

ok *follows jenifer*

Jenifer: Him and... His god father are having a new house built and he asked me to help designing it.

Mr. Kon: Oh cool. A buddy of mine is an architect. I could give him a call if you want.

thanks, but we’re doing it as kind of a family project

Mr. Kon: oh, okay.

Jenifer: Hey dad. How come you're home so early?

Mr. Kon: Day off.

Jenifer: Oh. Okay. -she turns to Jeff- ready to get started?

sure

-the next day-

-saturday-

Jolly Johnny: the land is all yours kid.

awesome!

where would you recommend for me to get the resources?

Jolly Johnny: Sheldon Forest is full of pre-chopped lumber. Some Ultra being goes there whenever he's upset and kills off trees left and right.

that’s no fun

i could just steal a house

or pieces of some and fuse them together

Jolly Johnny: You could do that too I suppose.

Jenifer: What about SCOPE? Surely they'd notice.

Jolly Johnny: SCOPE's anti-teleportation devices are handy but I doubt they'd be much use against Jeff.

Jolly Johnny: Anyways, I'll leave the building to you guys. I own this place but as far as I'm concerned, its all yours.

this is gonna be fun... thanks johnny

Jolly Johnny: No problem. -he walks off-

so... what’s first jenny?

Jenifer: Game room.

oh yeah!

you know... since ur helping, this’ll be ur place, too.

Jenifer: In that case, I'd like my room to have a view of the back yard where we could have a pool.

Jenifer: I guess I could come here during nights that my dad is out late.

if you want, you can just tell him you’re going to bed and then signal me somehow. then i could teleport ya up here

I guess that could work.

Jenifer: *

just call me whenever you have time to come up here

Jenifer: Alright.

-looking at what's already been completed- "This place'll be great for parties."

Jenifer: Best part is, no neighbors.

hell yeah!

-Jea calls Jenifer-

oh i got an idea

Jenifer: Hello? Hold that thought.

-she puts Jea on Speaker-

Jenifer: What were you saying Jeff?

Jea: You're with Jeff? Where are you guys?

i can shift this hill around a bit and make it steeper and we can get one of those infinity pools that looks like it goes forever

Jenifer: Were working on his new house.

yeah she’s with me. why, is that bad?

Jea: It's not bad. I just don't trust you.

oh... thanks. that makes me feel good. *smiles*

Jenifer: He's not gonna kill me or anything Jea. Relax.

Jea: Just keep your guard up

-Jea sends her a text reading "he likes you"-

-Jenifer returns a text saying- "he knows I'm into girls"

Jea [aloud]: does he?

do i what?

-Jea hangs up in a mini panic-

-Jenifer shows him her phone-

what, know you’re into girls? no i didn’t know that. thanks for informing me, i guess?

Jenifer: I've said it before

i don’t pay attention

anyway, about the pool idea

Jenifer: Sounds like a plan to me

nice

you might wanna stand back a bit. this is probably gonna cause a small earthquake!

-she hops up onto a branch of a nearby tree-

"Seems strong enough"

*puts his hands out and begins to concentrate. the hill begins to lose pieces, and then those pieces reform into a cliff, extending the hill about 100 feet, then dropping off*

nice. now we got more room to build.

Chris scratches on jea's door

-jea opens her door-

Jenifer: Sweet

Jea: Hey there Chris

jenny, you can get down now. we should make secret passages through the house that i can use when in snake form

-she picks him up-

Jenifer: Dude, that could lead to some great prankd

Pranks*

He licks her face

Jenifer: We could pretend to have a snake problem if we had any guests over and you could freak them out

Jea: What's with you and licking faces? -she laughs-

*there is a knock on the door*

ok so what else should we add. we got a game room, three bedrooms with bathrooms, a kitchen and a living room.

-Jea goes to answer it-

Jenifer: Mini gym?

Jenifer: I usually don't work out but we could have it just cause

A man pushes her aside and looks for Chris the man grabs him and runs out

sure

Jea: DADDY!

-Mr. Kon comes out of his room and runs after him-

Mr. Kon: HEY! THAT'S NOT YOUR DOG!

-Jea calls Jenifer-

-jenifer answers-

"hello?"

Jea: Some guy stormed into the house, pushed me, and grabbed Chris!

Jea: Dad's chasing him right now.

what’s wrong?

Jenifer: Some asshole pushed my sister and is trying to dog nap Chris

Jenifer: I need you to teleport me home.

oh shit. hold on... *grabs jenifers arm and they both teleport back to jenifers house*

-she looks around. When she spots her father she runs after him-

The man throws a knife at him

*jeff teleports in front of the attacker* boi put my friend down

He pushes him

-the knife barely scratches Mr. Kon's face-

Mr. Kon: the hell?

*teleports chris into jenifers arms and teleports the guy into the sky above jeff*

*jeff teleports up there too and they both just sit there*

excuse me sir

why did you take that dog?

Jenifer [shouting]: Thanks!

He shoots jeff and mr. kon

-she walks back home petting Chris-

Jea: DAD!

*jeff teleports the bullets away*

sir that’s not nice

-Jenifer turns her head-

Chris whimpers

-she looks back at Jea-

you see, if you hurt me, i stop keeping you here

Jenifer: Why'd you shout?

and you fall to your death

Jea: That guy shot at him.

He teleports down and shoots mr. Kon

"That dog is a person and beat up my family"

who are you

"Sam"

sam who?

chris wouldn’t hurt a fly so why would i believe you?

*teleports chris up there with them* chris who is this guy?

"You don't know his past"

Jenifer: 😐😑😐

"A friend from school"

why is he saying you hurt him?

ok well should i put him down or kill him? because he’s annoying the shit out of me

"Put him down"

*looks at sam* are you gonna try to shoot anyone else? if you do i will remove your kidneys and put them where your eyes go.

"O-o"

you can ask chris... that’s not a joke

so are you gonna refrain from shooting at people?

"Yes....."

ok... *they all appear back on the ground*

guys... this is sam

he said he won’t shoot anyone

He runs off

should i bring him back?

or kill him?

Jenifer: I say kill him

Jea: NO KILLING!

what do you say, mr. kon?

Mr.Kon: I don't support murder

ok

i guess i’m not killing him

*whispers to jenifer* yet

Mr. Kon: but you can bring him back though.

*sam appears in front of them*

sam stop running bro

eh i kinda wanna leave. *a metal cage appears in front of the house and sam gets teleported inside*

there ya go

jenifer wanna go back to working on the house?

Jenifer: Sure.

aight *grabs jenifers hand and they teleport back to the hill*

*a gym appears along with an infinity pool* what now?

Jenifer: Now, I guess we're done. Until we want to add more at least

noice, we have our own house now

Chris sleeps in jea's door way

-Mr. Kon texts Jenifer-

Jenifer: Gotta head home.

-Jea picks Chris up and brings him inside so she can close the door-

He groans

-she lays him down beside her bed before going to sleep-

ok. *teleports jenifer home and goes inside the newly constructed house*

He climbs on the end of the bed and sleeps

-the next day, Sunday-

Chris sleeps in

*jeff pops to the front door of the house and knocks on it*

-Jea opens it "Jenny, it's for you."

well, can i come in?

Jea: Oh yeah. Sorry, thought that was implied.

Jea: If I'm being honest, it's kinda strange hearing you ask permission to enter when you'd pop into my room unannounced.

i have some morals... jeez.

Chris groans

Jea: says the guy who literally stole a heart and put it in a girl's shirt.

that’s why i said some... duh... *walks inside*

He falls jea's bed

Jea: What was that thud?

Jenifer: Came from your room. Hey Jeff.

sup

-Jea goes to her room to see what she heard-

Chris groans in pain

Jea: Was that you Chris?

"Ya"

jenny, wanna head up to the store so we can pick out some shit for the game room?

Jenifer: Sure

*grabs her hand and they both vanish, appearing at a furniture store*

Jenifer: Follow me. The best games are in the back.

ok

*follows behind jenifer* we need a really big tv and some awesome chairs!

Jenifer: Indoor theatre?

i think we should go with that but also get a few flat screens

Chris calls jenny

-she answers-

Jenifer: Hello?

"Could i help design?"

Jenifer: Help design what?

Jenifer: Did you mean Jeff's house by any chance?

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[SF] 'Chris Allen' part 2 by Connor J Lukasik

So I woke up in a hospital in the year 2070, after being shot and killed in the year 2019. When I woke up, I had no idea about the passed time. My younger brother paid big money to have me brought back, and he also brought back my deceased Mother, Father, and Sister. They died decades after me, and were overjoyed when they saw me again. We went to the house my brother had bought, and that's where my parents filled me in on what happened. My name is Chris Allen, I am 15 years old but technically 66. My story continues here. I stayed at the new house for a week, trying to catch up on history. All of my friends are dead or old now. School is gonna start soon. So in 2033, the US annexed Greenland, and Germany started a world war(again). The third world war lasted 15 years, with Germany, Australia, Venezuela, and Brazil fighting in the name of Modernistic Intrinism, a form of government that centered around extermination of any and all religions. The war ended with the annihilation of Germany. Nuclear weapons, however, were not resorted to in this war, somehow. In 2048, at the end of the war, the UK annexed the land that was once Germany, Russia annexed Australia, and Venezuela and Brazil became Karga, a capitalist nation. Throughout these decades, technology became better and better, and the average human lifespan increased so much that no one had or has gotten the chance to die of old age yet. Again, because of technology. In 2067, the US annexed Canada, and Mexico began considering joining the US. Relations between the US and Russia became better, as the two countries had become allies in the Third World War. Nothing too major has happened since 2067, three years ago. Now it's the first day of school and well... I gotta say I'm nervous. I mean come on... I'll be the only one there from Gen z, and I'm technically 66 years old. Awkward as hell. But maybe I won't be the only one there who is from an older time, I wasn't the only one who was killed in the shooting...aaand I'm here. The school was made mostly of glass, chrome-looking metal, and various wood types. It was a work of art. There's trees everywhere, and flowers and lots of green grass. Butterflies and bees flew around, the bees never bothered anyone and no one seemed anxious around them. I had all my school supplies, I was registered for school, so I walked into the school. No one payed any attention to me, my friends weren't hanging out in the plaza when I got there, everyone was different, I recognized no one. The bell rang, so I got to class. Everyone is tall, even most of the freshmen are at least 6'6". I am 5'10", so I'm pretty short compared to all these kids. I thought that maybe the average person in this time would have skinny arms and legs, but no. It's very common to use medicine to make people strong without working out, apparently. I got to my first period history class, and took a seat. The teacher was this guy who looked to be in his 60's. He introduced himself, and HOLY SHIT that's Jordan, my old best friend. But he's in his 60's now. He looks at me and smiles, recognizing me. The other kids were wondering why this old fuck seemed to know me. Jordan explained to them that him and I used to be friends, back in 2019 but I had died. They seemed at least slightly intrigued by this, but it wasn't like it was anything too alien. When Paul told us to put on the headsets, I was confused but everyone else just swiped there finger across their desk, then headsets materialized on their heads. I did the same, and the headset came over me. I was now in the year 1900, but the rest of the class and Paul were there. I realized that this was VR, and that this is how history is taught nowadays. We were in a busy town, with people rushing to the train station, people rushing to the store, and people reading the news papers. No one payed any mind to us, like we weren't even there, when in reality, it was them who weren't there. Paul began his lecture on the early 1900's and late 1890's. After history class, I went to living economics class, which seemed to be seen as more important in modern schools. I should mention that algebra, geometry, pre-cal, different sciences were electives, because not everyone needs or wants to study those things. In Living Economics, I learned quite a bit about modern society. People seem to be a lot more extrovertive and social, and getting a job is easy. As a matter of fact, doing your job is easy. People usually work around 2 hours on Monday through Thursday, and they didn't work at all on Friday, Saturday, or Sunday. Some people still make more than others, but pay fully based on how much work you put in, how productive you are, and creativity can get you bonuses in certain jobs. I went to lunch after Living Economics, because school started at 10 am, and it was already noon. I sat with some people that were obviously gamers and memelords, and they seemed very eager to meet me. Word had gotten around that I was from 2019, and some people thought that was cool. I talked to all of these kids, they're names are James, Kevin, Jason, and Sven. The name Sven became more common in the US after Pewdiepie became president of the US and declared war on t series. T series was destroyed, and frankly no one was disappointed. Their YouTube channel got deleted, and pewds tooks over YouTube once again. He is still alive in 2070. Anyway, the group filled me in on how the internet works nowadays. Most of the old websites still exist and thrive, and there are also new ones. Minecraft is still the greatest game of all time. Something I had noticed is cell phones are different. Everyone has a wristband on, and they press it lightly with one finger, then a glass phone materializes in their hand. The screens can only be seen from the front, for privacy. Jason threw his phone on the ground to show me that they just don't break. After lunch I went to PE. To be frank, it was kind of embarrassing but everyone understood. I was the shortest and the weakest in the class. All of my friends were in there though. We had fun, but I had a harder time with the workouts then everyone else. But as I said, they all understood. When PE ended at around 1:00, school was out. The schools in the future recognize that education is important, but it should not be the central focus if our lives. And also, we just google everything, duh. Me and the gang went to the river after I told my parents via a video call. They were so happy that I was making friends so quickly, then I told them how extrovertive everyone is, and I also told them about Jordan. They were like 'damn, ok' then I said goodbye and hung up. Many other kids from the school were there. The river had clear water, and was filled with healthy fish and plants. Around the river was trees and grass and rocks, we hung out on a river back which was made of pebbles and was very clean. A drone flew by and picked up our trash that we had bagged up already. We had no homework, so we spent the rest of the day at the river. At the end of the day, we all said goodbye and headed home. Everyone seemed to like walking places rather than biking or driving. I walked home and ate dinner with my family when we heard the doorbell ring. A screen appeared above the table, and my little brother Mark was at the door. We let him in, and he was, well, overjoyed at seeing us. He lived in northern Canada(still in the US), we live on the East coast. He had to finish up a project for work, then he was able to make his way down here. He was in his late late 50's now, but looked younger, probably due to technology and/or medicine. We all hugged and continued eating dinner, with Mark joining us. He owned a business in north Canada, which is why he had enough money to resurrect 4 people. We gave him one of our many extra rooms, and we all headed to bed not long after dinner. I lay in bed, thinking about the day. I made four friends in not just one day, but on the first one. I speculate that the extrovertiveness and lack of depression is probably because of medicines and/or vaccines. I look up to the ceiling as it turns into a 1 way mirror and I see the stars. The sky is so clear tonight, as it probably always is now. I close my eyes, and I fade into sleep.

(Thank you so much for reading part 2! Feel free to criticize and critique in the comments, and let me know your thoughts on the story! I might make a part three, but don't expect it too much. I feel like this is a good ending. Thank you!)

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[dawnslowcarbjourney]

I'll get back to posting my meals soon. Had a HUGE setback yesterday. Came home from a fun afternoon with my kids and my water was turned off. I pay my bills in full and on time (and have the receipts to prove it) so it made no sense. The slumlords of my “roach motel” wouldn't return my calls or texts even after I told them I would be contacting a lawyer. Apparently, the city turned us off because there was a huge leak. When the worker turned back on, the hole where the meter is filled up within minutes and started overflowing to the neighboring meter hole. It was on the building's side. It's now over 12 hours past when I contacted them and I still haven't had my calls or texts returned. They're closed all weekend. If the city worker didn't take pity on me and fix it himself, a job that took about half hour to complete, I would've been without water for a minimum of the weekend, probably longer since my slumlord doesn't fix things fully or properly and I know that he would've sued me for deducting the cost of a hotel from my rent because I didn't give him 30 days written notice.

Anyway, that's my current excuse for getting Sonic for dinner last night, I didn't have running water in my house in order to cook, and I ate the bun and I ate the breaded cheese sticks and I didn't care because I had no cares left to give.

So that brings me to this, the whole concept of “lazy” keto or “dirty” keto. I love the concept. I joined some “if it fits your macros” type groups who swiftly booted me because apparently that's not the same thing. Dirty keto allows the occasional low carb tortilla or a little sugar in the pasta sauce. It allows for the occasional breaking of the strict rules. OCCASIONAL meaning not falling back into old habits, but having a few Pre packaged products at your disposal isn't necessarily detrimental to your success. I'm definitely going to keep this in mind. It's more flexible and I can see it leading to fewer cravings once in ketosis.

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