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hollandsangel · 1 month

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voice | m. sturniolo

i had this idea a million years ago, please enjoy!!

summary: chris wonders if you can tell his and matt’s voice apart

warnings: super fluffy!! a bit suggestive at the very end, i’m questioning if it’s good or not

wc: 1.6k

gif by @mattsturnioloarchive !

“i call shower first!” you exclaim the second the garage door is open, sprinting past matt up the stairs to his bathroom.

“there’s three showers,” chris says matter-of-factly as you blow past him on the steps, holding a hand out in confusion.

matt sighs and follows behind you, passing chris as well, “yeah, but you don’t have to share,”

you’re already on the mainfloor, running into matt’s bedroom to grab the change of clothes you’d left earlier.

“i’m so glad i don’t have a girlfriend,” chris mutters, earning a smack upside the head from nick, “jesus, fuck, what,”

“you’re just annoying,” nick says, deciding it’s a good enough explanation and getting a laugh out of matt.

“agreed,” matt’s still chuckling when they reach the kitchen table, setting down the take out the four of you had gotten on your way back to the house. he hears the water turn on in his bathroom, accompanied by the soft sound of your voice as you sing along to your music.

“oh she’s a nicki fan,” nick says to no one in particular, referencing the tik tok sound when he notices you’re listening to a nicki minaj song.

matt looks up from the bag of food and laughs.

chris sinks into the couch but looks over at matt, arm slung over the cushions, “i wonder if she could tell our voices apart,” he says after a second.

“what?” matt asks, thinking the question is mildy rediculous.

“like do you think she could recognize your voice?” chris explains, wandering into the kitchen now. opening a pepsi and leaning up against the counter.

nick chimes in now, having been fiddling with the vlog camera and battery, “like compared to you and me?” he asks chris, glancing back at matt as if to say ‘is this guy for real?’

“yeah,” chris nods.

“yeah, obviously she’d be able to tell my voice apart from yours,” matt is looking back at the food again, tone matter-of-fact, as if what he’d said was absolute common sense.

chris is quiet for about half a second and matt thinks that’s the end of that absurd conversation. it isn’t, of course.

“should we test it out?” chris asks through a sip of soda.

matt officially gives up on trying to set the food up, throwing his hands up in mock surrender before turning to chris, “and how are we gonna do that?”

chris shrugs, but nick has an idea, “chris, you could like, just go ask her for something, if you left something in the bathroom—“

“absolutely not,” matt shuts it down immediately with a shake of his head, “you're not going in the bathroom when my girlfriend is showering,”

“i won’t even go all the way in!! i’ll cover my eyes,” chris promises, but matt is still skeptical. “i’ll just like poke my head in the door and ask if i left like..a belt or some shit in there,” is chris’ next offer.

matt sighs and thinks about it, weighing the pros and cons. of course you can tell his voice apart from his brothers…right? he’s making himself nervous, pysching himself out and worrying they all sound the same to you. it upsets him for some reason, he can’t quite decide why.

“fine,” he agrees after a beat of silence, convincing himself you know whis voice well enough to separate it from chris’, and if you can’t, he thinks he might actually feel a sick twinge of unjustified jealousy.

“yes,” chris mutters under his breath, always excited to pull a prank on anyone.

“this is definitely going in the vlog,” nick says, still messing with the camera and coming to sit at the kitchen table where matt is now.

“i can’t believe i agreed to this,” matt mumbles, rubbing his eyes and taking a deep breath. he stands from his seat and walks over to the wall where he can see the bathroom door, feeling some what protective, like he needs to supervise chris to make sure he doesn’t wander too far into the bathroom.

“what should i say?” chris turns back arms pulled in close to his body as if he’s nervous. he’s already grinning and trying to keep from laughing.

“ooh, call her sweetheart, matt always does that,” nick suggests, wiggling his brows in matt’s direction to tease him.

“oh my god,” matt groans softly, rubbing at his eyes, “i fucking hate you guys,”

“okay, i’m going in,” matt drops his hands at that, eyes on his brother immediately. chris puts a hand over his eyes, just as he said he said he would before knocking on the door. nick has the camera out to record and is trying to stifle his laugh in the collar of his hoodie.

at the sound of the knock matt hears your voice, calling out for him, no doubt thinking it’s him at the door. he has to cover his mouth, partly out of nerves but also to keep himself from saying anything.

“yeah,” chris starts, needing to take a second before continuing because he’s already making himself laugh. “yeah, sweetheart, did i leave my belt in here?” he asks, barely stood in the doorway of the bathroom.

“uhh, i think it’s in your bedroom?” you say after a slight pause, about to poke your head out from behind the shower curtain, but chris has already mumbled a ‘thanks’ and essentially sprinted out of the bathroom, closing the door and crumbling to the floor in giggles.

“you’re not fucking real,” matt shakes his head, laughing softly himself and pushing off the wall to go back to the kitchen table. he’s a bit bummed that you didn’t realize it wasn’t his voice, but he keeps that to himself.

nick pans the camera over to matt’s face, which seems expressionless, even with both his brothers cackling outside of the frame.

you come out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, heading into matt’s bedroom to drop the clothes you’d changed out of. matt is instantly sitting back up, the legs of his chair scraping along the hardwood floors.

“ooh, someone’s pissed,” nick turns the camera to himself, eyeing the now closed door.

“that was too fucking good,” chris says after a deep breath, still recovering from laughing so hard. he pulls a chair out next to nick and the two start to explain what had happened to the camera, eyes flicking up to matt’s door every few seconds.

in the bedroom you’re putting your dirty clothes back into your bag when matt comes in, looking a little bit pouty, “hey baby,” you turn towards him, laughing at the slightly pathetic look he gives you, “what’s up?” you wonder.

“m’ tired,” he tells you, slumping up against you for a hug. you wrap your arms around him and rub his back, letting him lay his weight into you.

“we’ll eat and go to bed, yeah?” you give his back another little pat when he nods against you, “mkay, let’s go,” you kiss his cheek quickly, only to have him turn his head in search of a real kiss. you oblige of course.

nick and chris have already started eating and updating the vlog on their day when you and matt come out of the bedroom. matt joins them at the table but you head for the fridge to grab a drink. “oh, did you find your belt?” you ask matt, still digging around.

“what?— oh yeah” he mumbles, gaze turned down to his fries.

“okay good. by the way you sounded so much like chris when you came in— it freaked me the fuck out” you say with your head in the fridge, still searching for the diet coke you know you left inside the door, “did one of you drink my coke–”

“wait what?” matt’s head snaps up, food forgotten.

“hmm?” you turn around to find all three boys looking at you. nick’s mouth open in a half smile and chris clearly trying not to burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. matt’s just staring at you with eyes a little bit too wide before he speaks up.

“what do you mean i sounded weird?” he asks, leaning forward. you notice nick’s shut up about whatever he was saying to the camera earlier, pointing the lens at you now.

“i dunno, when you said sweetheart it just sounded super fucking weird— why are you guys looking at me like that–” you have to ask, feeling slightly weirded out by the intensity of their gazes

“i knew it!!” matt cheers, punching the air and doing a silly little dance as nick doubles over and starts hitting the table.

chris’ jaw drops and he presses his fingers into his eyes as he laughs next to his brother, leaning on him.

matt bounds over to you with a grin, arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the ground slightly.

“whaaaat,” you giggle, clearly confused by their reaction.

“it was me,” chris manages to say between bouts of laughter, “we– we were trying to see if you could tell our voices apart.”

“of course i can tell your voices apart, especially your voice,” you turn towards matt, saying it like it should be obvious, like it’s silly they doubted you for even a second.

matt’s just grinning at you, feeling a strange sense of pride swelling in his chest, “i knew you could,”

“bullshit!” chris exclaims, both him and nick still leaning against each other as they laugh.

“he’s right, you were freaked the fuck out,” nick manages to say between giggles, “you watched chris like a fucking hawk when he opened the bathroom door,” he looks over at you, his smile contagious, “he was definitely freaked the fuck out,”

matt groans and drops his head against your shoulder. you brush your fingers through his hair and chuckle to yourself, “awe matt,” you coo, “i definitely know your voice, i’ll probably be hearing lots of it later anyways.”

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neuvistar · 1 year

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JUST FOR TONIGHT.

— featuring ┊ dan heng x fem!reader

— warnings / content warnings ┊SPOILERS FOR HONKAI STAR RAIL. (?) dan heng’s dragon form bruh, hear me out on this one, oral sex (f!receiving), squirting, you grab dan heng’s horns as he eats u out like a mad man, um um um pussydrunk!dan heng me thinks, oh my days dan heng’s dragon form omyomymomygodsh, use of nicknames, overall suggestive content || 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n. bro god has not been on my side lately i’m not getting anything done I’m so sorry i have a life out of tumblr n sometimes i just poof, so i’m sorry but anyways i reached lvl 40 on hsr i need to touch grass me thinks also this is kidna short but i have an excuse i stopped n kept writing n stopped n kept writing n then rushed it n got lazy wooohoooo (oops)

✦ 𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆

“y—you want me to what?”

honestly, you should feel guilty for asking dan heng something so absurd, but it was worth it. i mean, how can he decline when he’s faced with a smiley you, all pretty and dolled up, eager for him to please you, and most importantly eager for him to absolutely ruin you. he was kneeling infront of you, those sweet pretty eyes of his gazing straight into yours, blazing with hunger. he leans forward as he slowly began to plant small yet gentle kisses on your thigh, the shy yet lustful look remains on his face. it’s clear that he's enjoying this.. far too much.

“..are you sure you want this?” he mutters in a soft, raspy voice as he stares at her exposed form, his dark eyes are practically burning with the desire he feels towards her as he grew impatient, wanting to taste you right here and now.

you nodded, reaching down to caress his soft dark locks as he melted in your touch, as red spread across his cheeks. “relax, of course i want this, i’m all yours anyway. why do you think i asked you in the first place?”

“i just don’t want to be rough with you. i don’t want to go too far or anything.”

you pause for a moment, the desire in your eyes growing as you smirk at him, slightly tugging on his locks as you gazed down at him lovingly, “what if i want you to be rough with me?” his dark eyes burn brighter, the fires of lust and hunger engulfing the man's soul as he sees how much you want him, craving him, how much you need him, god.. it only drives him crazy.

“fuck.. you’re getting me all riled up, angel.” dan heng bit his lip as you feel his fingers hook into the hem of your panties, slowly dragging them down before suddenly ripping them apart with his bare hands, letting you feel the cold air on your soaking cunt. “hope you can take everything i give you, baby. you’re a strong girl, aren’t you? you should be able to.”

he spread your legs as he held them down, feeling the wetness of his tongue on your slit. he was just getting started, yet sinful sounds came out of your mouth already. you could feel the softness of dan heng’s skin as it rubs against your own, shoving his tongue inside your hole. not a even a few minutes in and he was already slurping up your juices like it was his last meal. you were absolutely stunning in his point of view, he couldn’t get enough of how hot you looked, how hot you looked with the hem of your shirt in your mouth as an attempt to put a stop to the lead sounds you let out, cock throbbing in his pants at the sight. dan heng’s hands slide between your thighs pushing your legs wider apart, feeling your body shiver as his palms brush over your warm skin, a whimper of pleasure slipping past your lips. he was lapping at your juices like it was no tomorrow, rubbing his thumb on your bud at a harsh pace as he works wonders on your cunt, eating you out like some mad man, he wasn’t ashamed one bit. he wanted to ruin you, he wanted you to remember how good his tongue felt, how skilled he really is.

“danheng.. shit..”you reach down, running your fingers through his hair as your hands slowly run up towards his horns, back arching at how well he was eating you out as his tongue swirled around your bud, sucking and nibbling on it. you whined as you held onto his horns for support, feeling him grunt against you as low vibrations rumbled through your skin. he couldn’t take it, he couldn’t hold himself back. he interlocked his arms with your thighs, digging his face into your pussy even more, desperate and hungry for more.

“s—shit.. sweetheart. ‘keep doin’ that.”

he slid two fingers inside your cunt, a warm thickness that was almost enough to make you cum on the spot, overwhelming you with pleasure. he savoured your taste, he wanted more of it. he wanted more of you and your taste as he circled his tongue around your clit, fingers pumping in and out as they slid in and out of you, the lewd sounds of squelching filling the whole room as he crooks them perfectly, plunging them in your deepest areas as wetness began to coat around his fingers, indicating that your orgasm was close.

“d—danheng..”you tightened your grip around his horns, making him moan against your folds as you threw your head back. the feeling of your fingers shaking around his horns drove him to the edge, as if it made something within him snap in a millisecond.. he just love how soft your hands felt around his horns, groaning at the way his cock throbbed when you did so, palming himself gently through his pants. he looked up at you as he saw the way your head was thrown back, the way your legs spread even more as if it was asking him to eat you out even more, cheeks flushed and eyes rolling back to the back of your head, you couldn’t take it anymore. “dan heng.. c-can’t anymore— ‘m gonna cum, please!”

you tried pushing him off of you, which only lead him to tighten his grip around your thighs, pressing himself closer against your cunt as the flicking of his tongue never stopped one bit, he wanted more, way more, more than he was given. he wanted so much more of you, eating you out once wasn’t enough, he wanted to savour in your taste, he just couldn’t.. couldn’t get enough of you. dan heng wasn’t usually this hungry for you, but tonight was a whole different story.

“‘m gonna cum! gonna cum..!” you buck your hips against him, it’s happening once again, that feeling in your stomach. your aching pussy spasmed around his tongue, tightening around him so well so he could savour every single ridge of your insides gazing up at you as you cried out, reaching your orgasm as you squirted all over his face, panting heavily as the blush on your face reddened completely. dan heng pulled away from you, sliding his fingers out of you as well before licking his lips, wiping his cheek with a slight smirk. both of your thighs shook viciously, wetting the bedsheets underneath making a mess.

“look at the mess you made, baby.” he chuckled before leaning down once more, bringing his tongue down to lick your dripping slit once more. “it would be a such shame if you made even more of a mess, wouldn’t it?”

oh yeah, he wasn’t done with you. he wanted more alright.

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the-final-sif · 2 months

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what is your opinion on the situation?

I've been at work all day so I haven't been able to sit down with stuff fully, it also seems like Caiti is planning to release a statement later today with more information I think? So I'd like to get her response there, but based on what I've seen so far I think I fall more on the side of "people made some dumb choices and should learn from them" than anything else.

Consent is messy and it gets messier when people start lying or are drunk. In this case, both Caiti and George were drunk. From what I understand, either Caiti had a 21+ wristband from the vidcon party, or her friend group did and assumed since she was drinking with them, she was also 21+.

Honestly, when it comes to the matter of underage drinking, I don't think it's even remotely fair to place blame on Dream/George for that. The blame there lies with Caiti deciding to drink while under 21, and on her friends, Ghostie and the other person present who were both over 21. Unlike Dream/George, both of them knew Caiti and knew exactly how old she was and were letting her drink. They were also letting her drink with no one sober and no one making sure she got home.

Now, Caiti is 18 and also I'm not a goddamn square, I'm not gonna stand here and be like "oh no drinking at 18 clutch my pearls" but like, if people are going to blame other people for that situation, that very much lies with Caiti's friends who knew they had an underage person drinking with them. I feel like people are weirdly assigning blame to Dream/George for not like, iding every person they hang out with (particularly if she had a 21+ bracelet at vidcon, which would mean she already got IDed). While completely avoiding placing any blame on the people who 100% knew they were taking an 18 year old drinking without a doubt.

Putting that aside, from my understanding George's side is he believed at the time that she was having fun, and the most they did was cuddle on a couch with other people there. He believed at the time that everything was cool, and that she later decided she was uncomfortable with what happened.

Honestly, I don't really think that's an unfair reading. At this same party, her best friend was there and from Ghostie's own words, she also didn't realize Caiti was uncomfortable until several months later when Caiti told her. If her best friend didn't notice she was uncomfortable or see anything wrong, then I find it hard to think anyone else would pick up on it.

There's certainly risks taken here that I wouldn't have taken. I think that George needs to do better with checking for consent and maybe vetting the people you're hanging out with. Although I also understand that doing a full background check on everyone you ever meet is an absurd requirement and if, at the time, they trusted the person that they actually invited, I get how that shit happens. Per consent, given that he was also drunk, I get how it may've appeared to him that he had consent. I do think it's still something to work on, but I'm also perfectly aware that in real life, people are often going off vibes and social cues, and sometimes those don't mash.

I also think that Caiti's friends have been pretty shitty throughout this. They take no responsibility for having let an 18 year old drink and then ditching her. They are absolutely milking drama out of this shit and they have a weird obsession with blaming Dream for shit he had no fault in.

As for Dream, I don't think he did anything wrong here. Full stop. If Caiti's best friend didn't notice that she was uncomfortable or unhappy, it's insanely unreasonable to expect Dream to have managed that. He was also drunk and hanging out with people, and he had no way of knowing Caiti was underage. None of that shit was his fault, and his statement seems very measured and reasonable. People are trying to blame him for things that he had absolutely no part in, and the UK group are absolutely trying to pull that shit.

Overall, sounds like several people involved made dumb choices, I hope they learn and grow. Otherwise all of this honestly sounds like shit that should've been talked out privately and not tossed to the internet for speculation. Human beings are messy and will fuck up sometimes. This feels like a case of miscommunication and people making risky choices that left people with some hurt.

Again, I may change my mind with further evidence presented, but that's how it feels to me.

#dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #discourse #sif speaks #sif answers #idk man I think I just have more irl experience with these sorts of situations #like #shit happens in real life #and I think maybe part of the problem with like twitter #is you have a lot of 15 year olds that have never been drunk or fucked in their lives #who are totally sure they know exactly how consent works and how sex goes in real life #I really liked the greendot talk I got about it back in college #I should find a recording of that sometime for people #It laid it out really well that consent is not an on-off switch #It's a door that you're opening #and depending on the circumstances you take risks with how you're opening it #0 risk is like the two of you have a formal plan #and have signed contracts #and then you start to move up through situations that can be more risky that something goes wrong #and someone gets hurt #And honestly for irl consent I found that was so much more of a valuable framework to look at things through

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astromechs · 10 months

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ok, i did barbenheimer, so here are some assorted thoughts about both films (i am discussing potential "spoilers" for both, so look away if you don't want these):

on paper, and in experience, this is the wildest double feature to do. barbie and oppenheimer could not be two more different films, in terms of tone, aesthetic, and themes; on the one hand, you have a treatise on feminism in the guise of one of the most widely known decades-old ip, and on the other, you have a complicated biopic about the complicated figure who developed the atomic bomb.

and yet, there is a heart and soul linking these two films, and i actually think seeing them in the double feature makes them work: it's care and craftsmanship. these are two films made by people who actually care about cinema as an artform, and it's such a breath of fresh air compared to a lot of the dreck we've been getting out of major studios and wide releases, especially over the past decade.

barbie is not an independent film; you guys are silly, and you need to get that out of your heads. mattell's name is literally on it lol BUT. what this story turns out to be is something pretty unique in terms of today's cinematic landscape. it's a thoughtful treatise on feminism and gender roles on all sides of the equation — the unrealistic expectations put on women, the emptiness that drives men into upholding patriarchy, the absolute absurdity it is on all counts to let ourselves be consumed by this instead of getting to be ourselves and figure out who we actually are. loved every second of it.

also: "i lost interest in patriarchy when i learned it wasn't about horses", like, line of the year.

oppenheimer manages to distinguish itself from the sludge of oscar bait biopics, because, well, because of the craftsmanship of christopher nolan, but also because, in particular, it has such strong thematic focus. it is both a story about oppenheimer, the complicated figure who unleashed something terrible on the world, and the story of the plight of the scientist; just because you can do something, does it mean you should? when you put a dangerous tool into someone else's hands, is it their hands who have the responsibility for how it's used, or is it you, for creating it in the first place?

these are questions that i think the film wrestles with very adeptly, and it doesn't provide easy answers — because there are none. oppenheimer himself spent the remainder of his life wrestling with his own complicated legacy, and the film really captures the spirit of that. the final shot really makes that stick.

both of these films had clear vision for what they wanted to say, clear care and craftsmanship involved, and as someone who genuinely loves cinema and has felt so disheartened seeing shit upon shit being flung into theaters in wide release, i deeply appreciate both of these films, and i don't regret the experience of doing the double feature, because it was really something special — even if, whew, i'm going to need about five business days to process all of this.

#barbenheimer #barbie #oppenheimer #anyway i loved both of them

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lavandaea · 6 months

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*inhales deeply*

There's spoilers ahead so, yeah, be careful.

This weekend episodes have actually broken my soul.

He didn't even need his feelings to be reciprocate, HE JUST WANTED TO BE WITH HER.

Dear writers, some things to ask, why so much screen time to second male lead? Why create such chemistry? Such backstory? (Spoiler alert: that will make us sympathize with the supposed villain) To just fuck*ing rip his heart out and pulverize it like Grandma with the cow bones, yes, just like that.

Let me get this straight, after having been raised in an environment of violence, pain and God knows what else for God knows how long, he falls in love. He experiences ✨feelings✨ ,he puts all his trust in her like never before, he shares his past and then he gets betrayed.

I swear I never seen someone cry so with so much meaning, feeling, with so much back there.

We made progress for the last (at least) five episodes TO JUST END IT IN A SINGLE ONE.

This could have been handled a lot better in a lot of ways and about a lot of topics that I could actually write an essay.

Let's begin the the main leads.

So, in order to have some sort of feeling about ML and FL loving eachother you need to put screen time ON them. Yeah, they support eachother, they have known far before Si Oh, they are funny and a lot of things more. They even kissed and very passionately, wow.

Just one thing, Why didn't I even blink during that scene but found myself hitting the pillow and blushing when Si Oh did such mundane things as taking her home, opening doors for her, fixing her purse, hair, looking at her with those "I love you" eyes,👏feeling👏guilty👏about👏making👏her👏uncomfortable👏 with👏his👏feelings👏for👏her HELLO??, WAVING HER BACK WHILE HE WATCHED HER GO, SMILE EVERY DAMN TIME HE SAW HER?

I´ll tell you why. Because I know, thanks to you, that Si Oh was experiencing for the very first time what it's like to have human interaction that doesn't involve violence or having to be wary of everything and everyone all the time.

Even after having lived a life of shit, even after still living a life of absolute shit he still wanted to be connect, to be happy, to make her happy, to love and be loved. Moreover, I couldn't help just to feel happy for him, sad, angry, fucking rageous (not more than him, obviously).

Meanwhile, I barely know Hee Sik aka the male lead.

I remember seeing his mother once and I think that's what I understood about his private life. Sorry, I forgot about his deceased brother, that could have been a good topic to develop if it wasn't just mentioned once somewhere in the sixth chapter and left there to rot. Other than that, I know he is a cop, loves his cops friends and loves Nam Soon, also he is really loyal and good person.

Nice👍, very nice. But that's not personality or backstory, that's a job and some general traits everyone should have to live in a society and have a job where you usually do the teamwork thingy.

So, what else??

Or does the man just exist for his job and girlfriend? Even Shi Oh had some time to box being a drug dealer and full time whipped for her.

I'm just saying that you want me to suddenly dislike someone you took a considerable amount of time explaining but I have to like this good guy because you just pointed at him 👉🧍, and said, "here's the good guy, love him".

Sorry, I cant do that.

If you haven't noticed, you just made a character I fell obliged to sympathize.

If you wanted to make him evil and hot you should have just made him evil and hot.

It worked just as well with Jang Han Seok from Vincenzo.

Not have him have "REDEMPTION" written all over his face just to go with "Actually, no. He has no chance. 😃". It's, for lack of a better term, frustrating. (Absurd)

Instead, maybe you should have dedicated that screen time for the construction of the main leads relationship.

Oh, yes. Another thing since we are talking about the matter.

ML and FL relationship progress got weaker and weaker since she had started to spy on Si Oh. And then one episode was like "Oh, yeah, forgot to tell you, they are actually dating by now" Bom, a kiss. If I need a kiss to know they are in love, there's something going on back there. Something lacking.

Scenes of them in love: well acted, nice, cute, cool, okay. But it is like picking a random romance book and start reading it ten chapters ahead, they are in love, but how this did happen??? Last time I saw them, they were in a friends-and-some-more zone.

Where's their development?

I know where is it. In the fake relationship, that it was being used just to turn Si Oh into a complete monster with probably not chance of going back.

"You have suffered a lot, yeah, I see. Anyway here's more pain. Suffer more and go cause some trouble because if not, there's, apparently, no plot"

Nice job.

I have been saying this and I will say it again, kdrama writers/directors are not ready for traumatized villains. They are afraid of them.

#strong girl nam soon #ryu shi oh #byun woo seok #gang nam soon #nam soon #kdrama #lee yoo mi #even hong seol and jeong had more chemistry and thats saying a lot

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bitchthefuck1 · 1 year

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sorry if you've talked about this before but i really don't like when people are like 'there's no way kaz (or the other crows) is a teenager i had to imagine them as 30yr olds' idk if its because i read the books when i was 15 myself but even now (at 23) i don't really get the argument. i'd love to hear your thoughts on it

I made like a million and one posts about this on my old account back when season 1 came out, but basically yeah. I've always seen them as teenagers, and I think the whole "Leigh only made them teens for it to fit the YA market, they're really in their 20s" is kinda bullshit. Like, so much of where the characters are emotionally is directly tied to their ages and the story and their arcs just wouldn't work the same way of they were older. People will point out ways that they're emotionally immature or inconsistent or arrogant or don't seem to know what they want/how to be in a relationship and it's like. yeah that's cuz they're teenagers. That's not a flaw in the writing that's what being a teenager is like.

It also explains their almost absurd level of "yeah, we can do that" about genuinely impossible-seeming things. That kind of "I'll fight God idgaf" energy is really characteristic of teenagers to me because you're still figuring shit out and therefore don't have a set idea of what things are or are not considered "possible", so you're way more open to big risks and wild ideas.

And I know people always point to their skill levels as what makes this unbelievable, but these are a bunch of people who have been forced to develop a specific skill set at an absurdly young age basically at the expense of anything else. Kids and young people can really master complex things at a level most adults don't have, and are in some ways more suited to it, the problem is that it's almost always at the expense of a lot of other important developmental experiences and needs. We as a society generally agree that putting kids in the position where they specialize really intensely at a young age and neglect everything else is bad, so we don't generally do that, but these are kids who were put in that position on a basically life-or-death level and managed to survive.

That's in part why I'd really like to see soc 3 at some point down the line. Not just because I want more content or whatever, but because once you leave your teens and hit your 20's you're forced to confront all the deficiencies in your childhood and how things that you thought are just in the past are very much lingering and becoming impossible to ignore. It's a really intense place to be in emotionally and it's something I think it would be really fascinating to watch the crows have to navigate, on top of the fact that a lot of them have just achieved lifelong dreams and goals and now have to figure out what they want to do next.

Anyway, that went way longer than I thought it would, so TL;DR the crows are absolutely teenagers and the story is better that way.

#not sure you were looking for a whole essay but here we are #six of crows #soc #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #matthias helvar #nina zenik #kanej #wesper #helnik #crooked kingdom #asks

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Jojolands 13: Ohana Means I'll Set Your Ass on Fire

Dragona dropping some great truth about the absurd in this bizarre adventure. We finally got a peak behind that mask. I love it and I hate it, if you've read the chapter already you know what I mean. We'll get to that, because this right here isn't spoilery and it was such a cool nugget.

I love the way Dragona talks about the "absurd." Chance moments that alter one's life for better or for worse. The things that just don't make sense. Especially paired with Dragona opining about nearly losing their heart in the same chapter that last part about hearts being destroyed hits hard. I'm definitely sure we're looking at a trans narrative here and one we'll see play out. The chapter does a good job of implying what we need to know. Nudges at an early theory you've been changing your body with Smooth Operator. We ready? What follows is no place for beginners or sensitive hearts:

Oh HELL yes! As if I needed a reason, these two were well on their way to top Jojo status and now the dynamic duo of the Joestar Siblings are definitely there. Mean girl sets her sights on a much more timid Dragona who we now know looked way more masculine at 14 than 18. Talking physical build and not just fashion. You know, I don't expect an 18yo to have all that figured out and with this I do think we'll see her keep coming into her own. But holy shit that was fucked up and I sincerely hope we can get through the rest of this with no more sexual assault on my Jojos blorbo.

If they do...Jodio will fuck you up. Set a whole damn bus on fire! And while I'm not looking forward to having to relive the impetus in the inevitable anime adaptation, since we've already had the cop I kinda like the perpetrator being a girl here. For one because it shows a side of this kind of bigotry that often goes underrepresented. You see a little more space made typically for trans men who had bad experiences with men prior to coming out, largely because it tends to overlap with those who found a comfortable half-step in something like a radical feminist group. But this sets up Dragona pretty well for a realistic other side of the coin to that. Your experiences with bullying might make you a little skittish of girls your age, you keep a foot in this criminal world even if we keep showing you (not unlike Okiku) as someone who doesn't fit super well, all this would certainly explain why you'd gravitate towards a figure like Meryl Mei. Why there's great potential for drama if she shows a nastier side. It's all great for a trans story that justifies still figuring yourself out through it...but sticks to a fairly realistic path for a lot of young women who find themselves running with gangs.

All that said, Jodio you absolute freak. Burning the whole bus is metal, it's scruffy, he's protecting family. Doooooope. These two are fantastic and I can't wait to explore their story, their dynamic more. Jodio & Dragona's sibling bond is the beating heart of this part. As much as I love Kiku/Izo & Killua/Alluka yeah this is gonna be a banger. Speaking of, this chapter was also the second time we nudged at Jodio getting shit for looking fey too. These two are ride or die for each other and their awesome mom Barbara Ann. How this all ties into their family falling apart and their desire to become filthy rich? No need to ask...

In lighter news. They. When Meryl learns of the other lava rock that got smashed. We're all clear on who's the brains and who's the firepower in the dynamic duo right? I trust Meryl as far as I can throw her and she's a big lady. But for now everything seems on the up-and-up. Charmingman seems to have passed the sniff test and yeah it looks like he's just going to hang around. I like this new setup. Scouting a shadowy company to see if we can get more lava rock.

All in all one of the best chapters of Jojolands so far. I'm loving it, this is the exact direction I hoped it'd go. The backstory made this pretty heavy and I hope we can have more fun with this gang on the new excursion.

#jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #jojolands #jodio joestar #dragona joestar #chapter 13

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Random Vox & Vark Headcanon (ft. Eeliot)

Vark was a gift from Eeliot (Vox's personal assistant) and a few other employees.

It was after a particularly bad breakup with Valentino and Vox was doing the "I can't think about it if I'm working" thing and definitely overworking himself. Vox's employees know better than to get directly involved in his relationship drama with Valentino, but they also don't want to just do nothing. They decided Vox needed a sizable distraction, one that would also provide some emotional support and affection when things (inevitably) got shitty with Valentino again.

They "gave" Vox Vark by literally opening his office door just enough to shove the shark pup inside before bolting (Vox of course knew exactly who had been involved in this little stunt because he can literally see through the security cameras but hey an attempt at discretion was made). Vox had no idea what the fuck was happening and just watched the puppy wander curiously around his office with a big neon blue bow around its neck. Then the shark pup made the realization that he was not in fact alone in the room and very eagerly made his way over to Vox and Vox did not know how to process that this thing was not afraid of him in the slightest. Vox has literally never had a pet in his life. His parents never allowed it and he was just too busy as an adult to even consider it. He thinks this is a ridiculous idea. Absolutely absurd. Who in their right mind would think he has the emotional capacity to care for another living thing?

Then Vark falls asleep on his foot and Vox spends the rest of the day researching how to care for shark pups.

(Not even a full day has passed before Vark has his own Sinstagram account courtesy of Velvette who is very rapidly filling it with photos and videos of the newest member of the Vees; side headcanon that Velvette is a secret animal lover and may or may not have lost her collective shit when Vox entered the common area carrying the shark puppy)

(Because actually extracting the words "thank you" from Vox is something that is just not happening, the employees involved simply find a quiet bonus attached to their next paychecks)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin vark #hazbin eeliot #vox's assistant #I saw someone name him that somewhere and I have accepted it as canon #fight me #i love this little nerd he lives rent free in my head #hazbin headcanons #staticmoth #hazbin velvette #hazbin valentino

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sadhours · 1 year

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ABSENTEE - 2

previous chapter • masterlist • my requests are open!

word count: 6k+

warnings: 18+ minors dni, child abuse mentioned, marijuana, smut, mentions of male masturbation, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, mental illness hinted(ocd)

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Neil opens the door abruptly. It’s been five days. He’s starving. Hasn’t eaten a damn thing besides sour candies. Max used to bring him food but when Billy realized he didn’t have access to a bathroom, he decided he’d rather starve. The look of his father makes him sick to his stomach. Billy can’t look in his eyes.

“Go get a fucking job,” is all he says before he stalks away, slamming the front door as he leaves.

Billy stands and staggers into the kitchen. Susan is sat at the table, drinking a cup of coffee as she looks over this months Cosmo. She doesn’t spare a glance at Billy as he unties the bag of Wonder bread and shoves two slices into his mouth, opening the fridge and grabbing the carton of milk. He washes down the bread with a couple gulps of milk, panting as he pulls it away. He surveys his step moms face, searching for a hint of guilt but if there is any, she hides it well. Billy looks over to the clock to see it’s just hit 6:30. He digs through the fridge for anything quick and easy to eat, finds himself a slice of leftover lasagna and eats it cold, with his hands, chewing as obnoxiously as he can in hopes to make Susan feel bad. He wants to scream in her face, ask if she enjoys this or if she knows that if he weren’t here, she’d be in his place. A goddamn prisoner in her own home. Solitary is the fucking pits and Billy fantasizes about Neil and Susan being doomed to it long enough they go absolutely insane.

“Sleep well?” he asks her, slamming the Tupperware in the sink hard enough it makes her jump.

“Fine,” she replies like her step son hasn’t been denied basic human rights for the last five days.

“Fucking radical,” he purrs, “You know, we spend like a third of our life sleeping or some shit.” Billy walks over to the table and rests his arms on the chair across from her, “Did you know that, Susan?”

“Huh?” she flips the page, “Oh, yeah, that’s neat, Billy.” She says it like she wasn’t listening to him, he’s sure she wasn’t.

“Sure is,” he slaps the table hard, making her jump again, “Nice to see ya, Susan, it’s been days.”

He wants to slap the unbothered look off her face, but Billy would never hit a woman. Won’t let himself become his dad.

“I need a shower, feels like it’s been forever,” he admits before stalking down the hall into the very same bathroom his dad had split his head in the week prior. It’ll be real fun trying to get a job with his face mangled like this. Of course Neil never thought about that. If Billy thought it’d get him anywhere, he’d tell his dad that.

He strips off his shirt and turns around, craning his neck to look at the wounds on his back. They’re minor and they’ve mostly healed in the past five days so the shower shouldn’t be too painful. His body aches from being cooped up for so long. He turns the faucet on as hot as it’ll go and returns to look at himself in the mirror. A tiny little mustache is forming, along with patchy hair under his bottom lip, chin and along his jawline. As he waits for the water to heat up, he grabs the shaving cream and lathers up with it. He starts shaving away at the scraggly hair but when he gets to the mustache something stops him. After wetting his thumb under the faucet, he swipes the Barbasol off his upper lip and inspects his face. Wonders if he leaves the hair what it will grow into, patchy like the rest or full like his dads. Billy’s not totally stoked on the prospect of being anything like Neil but he thinks the mustache would make him look older so he decides to leave it.

He spends an absurd amount of time in the shower. Debates on jacking off but he’s a little sick at the thought. There wasn’t much to do the past five days and he’d somewhat abused his dick with boredom, so much so he got tired of his skin mags. Maybe it was time to get some new ones. He’d been looking at the same women for a few months now and he wasn’t getting as worked up when he flipped through them. He thinks about talking you into taking some photos for him, he’d have the memories to back them up and he probably wouldn’t get bored of them like he does with the models. Then again, maybe he would.

Job. He needs to get a job. He can’t let himself slip up and repeat the routine of running to Reggie’s to get stoned. Billy can’t imagine himself working the fryer at a fast food joint or bagging groceries but the longer he waits, the more desperate he’ll be.

Once the water turns cold, he shuts it off and reaches for a towel to dry off his body. He stayed in there too long and his fingers and toes have gone all pruney. But now Susan won’t have hot water to take her shower and that gives him a bit of satisfaction so it’s all worth it. He returns to his room and turns his stereo on as loud as he can handle before he gets dressed. Jumping into his jeans, he mentally files through the shirts he could wear that’ll make him look more professional. He settles for a loose, white button up and then gets started on his hair, combing a bit of mouse through it while it’s still damp to define his curls. He lets his hair air dry, lighting up a cigarette. It’s the last one in the pack you’d gifted him, he rationed them very carefully, though he wasn’t sure how long he’d be trapped in his room. It’s pure luck Neil decided to let him out today but he’s been known to survive without nicotine for a while, even though it drives him insane. Billy’s tough, he thinks he could pretty much handle anything at this point. Sometimes, he feels invincible for weeks on end and then it’ll crash and he’ll feel like the most fragile human in the world.

Once his hair’s dry, he grabs his Walkman and shoves his Scorpions cassette inside. He puts the headphones over his ears and shoves his wallet and lighter in his back pocket, turning the volume up on the Walkman before stalking through the kitchen, passed Max and Susan and slams the front door behind him. He skips the first couple bus stops he sees, decides he’ll catch the one by the abnormally placed gas station in the suburb. He buys a pack of smokes, shoots the shit with the guy behind the counter and even asks if they’re hiring, which, they’re not but he didn’t really want to work here anyways.

He catches the bus that’ll take him to the surf shop. Familiar scenery passes by, this is a route he was taking pretty often but he hasn’t had enough money to buy anything from there as of late. His boards in terrible need of a new wax job but Neil’s got a long list of chores he’d make Billy do if he caught him having any free time. Which reminds him, he needs to take a look at the kitchen sink whenever he gets back. Neil’d been bugging him about it for at least two weeks and his patience won’t last much longer.

The bell dings as he opens the door and the owner, Walter gives him a cheerful wave.

“Billy! I’d hate to see the other guy,” he greets him as Billy makes his way to the counter.

He snorts, “Yeah, I didn’t stick around to see it myself.”

“Well, shit, you’re a pacifist out on the ocean but I know you’re a real force out there on the street,” Walter says with a easy smile, “Bet you did a real number on whoever the guy was.”

Billy shrugs, “Thanks, man. I feel a little silly about it, probably should’ve been more careful but—“

“Shit happens, kid. You can’t let people push you around, gotta fight when the occasion presents itself,” Walter tilts his head as he gives Billy a pointed look, maybe a sympathetic one. “What brings ya in? It’s probably about time to rewax your board, eh?”

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Billy bounces on his feet before saying, “Actually… I was wondering if you needed help around here. My old man says I need a job and well, he’s right.”

Billy feels like he’s asking for a handout which is odd and he shouldn’t feel that way. Asking for a job isn’t asking for help, Neil would be calling him a pussy right about now.

“Damn,” Walter sighs, “it’s the season and all but I really can’t afford it. I could put you on the team and then you’d get all the hook ups but I bet your old man wants you making money.”

The rejection shouldn’t hurt as bad as it does, he kind of anticipated this. Walter’s never had an employee the entire time Billy’s been coming here. His daughter helps out but that’s obviously free labor.

“Yeah, man, I gotta get like a real job. Grow up and all that. I’d fucking love to be on the team but with a job and all, I don’t know how much time I’d have to be surfing… which fucking blows.”

Walter nods, “Age old problem. Life gets in the way of things you really want, but you know the waves’ll always be there for you, no matter what.”

Billy bites his lip and he nods along with Walter’s words. This dudes a bit of a hippie but Billy thinks he’s wise, he always says things that stick in his head.

“I can help you out with something else though,” Walter points at him before he disappears behind the beaded curtain that leads to the back. He reemerges with a tied off ziploc bag with a couple of nugs of weed inside. Billy grins from ear to ear, extending his hand to grab the gift.

“Thanks, man,” he beams, “That’ll definitely be helpful.”

“Now get out of here,” Walter smiles back, “Good luck on the job hunt and hey, make sure you make time for the things you like.”

“I will,” Billy assures him, though he tastes like a lie on his tongue.

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Rejection after rejection, Billy lands himself a job as a goddamn bag boy at the Alpha Beta Susan shops at. He’s irritated but after ten no’s from jobs he thinks he wouldn’t mind, he’d take anything. He’s just glad they hired him because his next stop was the Burger King in the same shopping center.

He starts tomorrow, 9 AM sharp. Billy catches the bus back home, bored of the Scorpions album and he scolds himself for not thinking ahead enough to at least bring another fucking cassette. Whatever, it’s only a ten minute bus ride back. He figures he’ll get home, tell his dad the good news and then call you to see what’s the move tonight.

He rips the headphones off his head once he gets to his stop, standing before the bus comes to a complete stop and the inertia makes him wobble on his feet. He can see Max messing around on her skateboard in front of the house and Susan watching her from the steps. They don’t acknowledge him as he trudges past and up the stairs into the house. He prefers it that way, wishes his dad never even fucking met Susan.

Neil’s sitting on the couch like he usually is after work, already working on his nth beer. Billy can feel his calmness though, his dads usually nice after he’s been locked in his room. However, maybe nice isn’t the right word, there’s always an lingering hint of resentment towards Billy.

“Got a job,” he says flippantly as he walks into the kitchen.

“Good,” is all Neil says and that’s it. That’s the extent of the interaction. Billy palms the phone, pressing it to his ear as he dials your number, the third number he’s ever memorized. He tries to forget his aunts number, that’s where his mom had gone at first when she left but she didn’t stay there long and he hasn’t called it since he aunt told him so.

“Hello?” your voice answers and Billy peers out of the kitchen to see if his dads paying attention.

“Hey, it’s me,” he says as he looks over Neil’s intense expression, not peeling his eyes away from the TV.

“Oh, thank god. I was getting pretty close to coming over there to blow you through the window,” your tone is teasing and it’s a relief to Billy, the way you can make him feel alright even with his father mere feet away.

“Oh, shit, pretend I didn’t call,” he replies with a whisper, grinning from ear to ear.

“Shut up,” you reply, “You coming over here then? My parents aren’t home.”

They never are but Billy doesn’t say that. It’s a rather touchy subject for you.

“Yeah, give me half an hour and I’ll be there,” he says, “See you then.”

He hangs up, feeling guilty that you can’t banter back and forth for long but Billy’s sure you’re used to it. You’ve both made the mistake of talking dirty on the phone before realizing Neil was listening to the whole conversation from the line in his bedroom.

He goes to his room to change, fix up his hair and reapply deodorant and cologne. He grabs his backpack, dumping a few cassettes in before the baggie of weed, a pair of grey sweats and a cropped Zeppelin shirt. As he’s walking passed the living room he glances to his dad, their eyes meet and Neil sighs.

“Where are you going?”

“To see my girlfriend,” Billy supplies and studies Neil’s face, waiting for him to say no.

“Don’t be out too late,” he says, dejectedly, like he was debating on letting him go and some kind of guilt won.

“Yes, sir,” Billy nods before rushing out the door, blowing past his step sister as she’s walking up the porch steps.

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You answer the door in the skimpiest outfit Billy’s ever seen you in. A cropped, ribbed tank top that your nipples poke through and your underwear. White ones with a pink rose in the center of the hem.

“Fucking Christ,” he mumbles as you grab a hold of his shirt and yank him inside. You shut the door behind him and push him against it, standing on your top toes to press a tender kiss to his lips before dropping to your knees. Billy drops his backpack and watches you with stars in his eyes, your fingers making quick work of his belt. He’s only half hard when you get his cock out, but as you lick around the head it fills out easily. You hum happily before dragging your tongue up and down his shaft. Your eyes look hungry, like you’ve been fucking desperate to do this since you stood outside his window three days ago. It makes his cock twitch, against your broad tongue and he groans, chewing on his bottom lip as he watches with dreamy eyes.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” you admit, breathlessly as your wrap your fingers around him at the base.

“I’ve missed you too— ahh!” his response turns into a whiny moan as you squeeze him in your hand.

You give an appeased giggle with your tongue still pressed to the length of him, his reaction spurring your actions. You lick up the vein on his shaft and stop at the ridge of his tip, focusing on the part you know is his most sensitive, flicking your tongue against it.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans out, his head rolling back to meet the door.

You’ll never get sick of the sounds he makes, never get tired of his fat cock, never get bored of Billy. You’re fucking consumed by him, so unbelievably infatuated with him. You’d do anything he asked of you in a heartbeat and though you’re more than sure it isn’t reciprocated so deeply, you don’t care. You’ll give him everything you can regardless if he gives it back.

You wanna tease, turn him into a puddle before you give in so you push his jeans and briefs to his ankles and start licking at his balls, you can feel how tight they are. He lets out a pathetic little whimper and you moan at it, tentatively taking one of his balls in your mouth as you stroke his cock with your hand. You can feel his thighs tensing with every movement and it’s got your head reeling, the way he reacts aides in the overwhelming arousal flooding your core. You feel special that you’re the one who gets to touch him like this. He could have any fucking woman he wants and by some miracle, it’s you he wants.

Billy shoves his fingers in your hair, panting out your name as you mouth at his sack. His cock leaks, more than you’ve ever witnessed and you pull back to look at him as you press your thumb against his slit, smearing the precrum over his head.

Your eyes meet and he smirks with his teeth showing and fuck, it makes you melt.

“Can’t believe you didn’t wanna do this through my window,” he says, voice already wrecked.

Your cheeks flush, “I did! Just like, nervous or something. Wasn’t sure we’d be successful.”

He lets out a deep laugh at that, “Oh, we’d make it work, little lady, I’m sure about that.”

You purse your lips, eyes intent on his as you begin stroking his cock again. Billy grunts out, licking against his lower lip as he watches your hand work.

“Don’t think it’d be smart… I’d have to touch myself on the front lawn while I did it,” you admit as your left hand dips into your underwear so you can get some relief yourself.

Billy groans, “But you wanna be a good little slut for me, don’t you?”

A giggle erupts from your throat, “Yes, sir.”

“Why don’t you put that mouth to good use, then?” he challenges and he’s beguiling, any demand he spouts off you’ll fulfill.

Wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, you slide your tongue against his slit as you peer up at him, wide eyed.

“Atta girl,” he purrs, eyelids heavy as he watches you. “So well behaved.”

You swallow him down a couple inches, breathing through your nose because he’s huge and your jaw is already aching. You hadn’t seen another guys cock so up close and personal but when you’d first seen Billy’s length, you were stunned. Sure, you’d seen them in magazines at that point but Billy was gifted, thick and long and at first it was intimidating but after a handful of conversations with your girlfriends, you discovered just how lucky you were. Actually, the first time Cindy had seen Billy’s cock, she’d pulled you aside afterwards and asked if it hurt. Initially, you berated her for looking but then admitted that yeah, occasionally it hurt. The first time was downright excruciating and you bled, but Billy was as careful as he could be. It wasn’t his first time but close to it and he apologized a lot, tried his hardest to be delicate but when he expressed how incredible it felt inside you, you preened and begged him to do whatever the hell he wanted to you. Billy almost choked, he had grabbed your hips so tight you bled and after a slew of thrusts, you melted into the mattress and experienced the most intense orgasm you’d ever felt. Billy was a mess of shock and pride when he made you cum, telling you he didn’t expect it to take you so early. Then he asked you to swallow his cum and the desperation of the way he asked made hooked you instantaneously. The taste wasn’t like you’d been warned about and maybe that had something to do with how fucking in love with him you were. When you told him how good it taste, a few more spurts of cum came out and you licked it all up.

The memories of it all has you taking him as deep as you can, his tip poking the back of your throat in the most intoxicating way. And then you look back up at him, and the sight of it makes you eager.

You pull off his dick and admit to him, “I’m sorry, I can’t fucking take it, I need you.”

He smirks, chuckling as kicks off his shoes, jeans and boots before he picks you up off your feet and carries you over to the couch. He gets on his knees between your legs, grabbing onto your underwear and pulling them off your legs before spreading your thighs wide. And he’s so talented with his tongue, Billy’s made you cum by eating you out countless times but right now, you’re desperate to feel him inside you.

“Please,” you plead, “fuck me. I need it.”

Billy bites your thigh, smoothing his hand up the other one, “Are you begging?”

“Yes,” you pant, “Please, Billy! Pretty please, just fuck me.”

He smirks, mouth inching closer to your core and then he mutters with surprise, “Holy fuck. You’re dripping. Making a fucking mess.”

“Need you,” you whine, “missed you so much.”

Billy shakes his head, a smug smile on his face but he gives you what you want, grabbing a hold of your thighs to pull you to the edge of the couch. He pressed the head of his cock to your clit and shakes it, making you whine his name out. He pushes it through your folds until he meets your dripping and fluttering hole, buries the head inside with a quick but fluid motion and you heave a relieved moan. You need more, need to feel him stretch and fill you up.

“I missed you too, doll,” he purrs and smooths his hand over your stomach in circles.

“More,” you whimper, rolling your hips in attempts to get him deeper inside you. Billy makes a strangled noise, bordering on a laugh and a moan, like your words and motion shock him a little.

“So impatient,” he tsks but grabs your hips tighter as he sheathes his length inside your aching hole all the way, his balls pressing against your ass.

Another sound falls past his lips, a gasp this time and he clenches his teeth as his eyes squeeze shut. But you need to see those blues looking back at you.

“Look at me,” you plead, reaching up to grab his bicep.

He leans forward, opening his eyes slowly as he begins to roll his hips slowly. The drag of his cock against your fluttering walls brings a wave of pleasure all over your body and you bite your bottom lip. Billy pants out, lips turning up slightly as he pumps in and out of you all too tenderly. You’ve been so eager to feel him again that you find yourself wanting him to just pin you down and relentlessly drill into you until your a shaking, squealing mess beneath him. But you always let Billy control how these moments go, a little too shy to tell him what you want and how you want it.

He moves his hands from your hips to glide up your sides and back down your thighs, his eyes darting around your body like he’s not sure where to look. It makes you feel good, feel pretty and wanted, desired. Sometimes you worry Billy’s just with you because it’s easy and not because he wants you. It’s all the stupid magazines you read, telling you if a man wants you, he’ll do everything to be with you. But Billy tends to live in a world where he’s the only thing he thinks of, or at least that’s how it can feel to you. So you take the attention where you can get it, and he gives it the most when you’re having sex.

“Oh, Billy,” you whine, grabbing a hold of his hand and intertwining your fingers, “Feels so good.”

“Yeah?” he grunts, curls falling across his forehead and bouncing with every thrust he gives. His nose scrunches up every other pump of his hips. You get lost in admiring him, all of those thoughts of self deprecation falling away. He smiles at you, bright teeth peeking out behind his lips before he leans down and captures your lips in his. You drape your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you melt into the feeling of his tongue against yours. He set the pace for this to be romantic, and you’ll follow his lead every time.

You can tell he’s close when he breaks the kiss, little moans tumbling out of his lips and you wrap your legs around his waist. With the leverage you have now, you rock your hips up to meet his quickening thrusts. The promise of your own high warms your stomach and you can feel it getting closer and closer with every move Billy makes. The sounds he makes urge it along quicker, you wished you could record them and replay them back over and over. You press your palm to his cheek and connect your foreheads, matching the vulnerability he’s pouring out.

“Ah!” he moans out, higher than his normal voice and the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Me first,” you plead, moving your hand down and rubbing quick circles against your clit to lure your orgasm out. Billy’s good, he holds off until you’re crying out and shaking against him as the waves of pleasure rip through you. Once he’s sure you’ve came, he pulls out of you and strokes his dick, rapid and short until he’s spilling his load onto his fist and your stomach.

“Ah,” he moans out, face scrunched up, “uh, fuck…”

He gives it a second before he’s standing up and it seems like he struggles for beat. You’re relieved and flattered to know that his legs also feel like jello afterwards. You sit up and smack his cute little butt as he turns to walk towards the bathroom. He turns his head to shoot you a glare and you beam up at him. When he returns, it’s with a warm, wet washcloth and he gets on his knees to clean you up. You’re still tender so when the rough material grazes your clit, your body shakes a bit and Billy shoots you a cocky grin. You roll your eyes before standing up and leading him into your bedroom after he grabs his clothes and backpack.

“When are your parents gonna be back?” he asks, changing into his cropped t-shirt and grey sweats. He looks so good you’re considering a second round already.

You smooth your hand over his muscular stomach and kiss his lips softly, “Long after you leave in the morning.”

“Good,” he smirks, reaching around to grab a handful of your ass and squeeze.

Your parents are still under the impression that Billy’s only your childhood friend and not your boyfriend. And you prefer to keep it that way. They don’t ask questions. He can hang around without you guys getting the dreaded safe sex talk. Because you know you two should be safer but Billy tells you condoms don’t feel great and you really dislike the rubbery smell from them. Besides, he always pulls out on time and in the few months you’ve been sleeping together, your period has come right on time every month. You trust him, he’s not like the guys your girlfriends have to told you about. He’s smarter, he doesn’t get dumb when his dicks hard. However, you do. You wonder and fantasize what it would feel like to have him cum inside you. You love the taste and the way it feels when it lands on your skin, you can only imagine it feels better inside.

You pull your comforter back and crawl in, looking up at Billy with stars in your eyes when he gets in after you. He kisses your cheek and temple as you pulls you close, sighing happily.

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Meat goes in a separate bag, if they ask for paper, Billy wraps the packs of meat up in a plastic bag and puts it inside. Chemicals too. Anything that’s not food, he has to bag separately. Only similar things can touch. Boxes of pasta and rice can go in the same bag. Eggs and bread can go in the same one, eggs on bottom. He has a system and not a single customer or cashier makes it an easy system, tossing items on the conveyor belt in which ever order they grab it in. Which makes for Billy sliding certain items to the side while he eyes what’s coming next, organizing it in his head before he reaches for them. It gains him quite a few looks and a couple of customers telling him to hurry, that they really don’t give a shit, they’re just gonna take it out of the bags when they get home. It also means he’s not the fastest bagger. A few of the regulars, lonely stay-at-home mothers, compliment him on his system, batting their eyelashes as they tell him, “Somebody taught you well.”

Except no one’s taught him this except himself. He remembers grocery shopping with his mom but can’t remember her being particularly about the way they were bagged. He just gets a panicked feeling whenever he feels like the items don’t go in the correct bags.

When he has to bag Susan’s groceries, she always gives him this look like he’s different and she has to be patient with him. It makes him feel embarrassed because she knows one of the reasons why Billy is like this. Neil was particular about things, instilled it in Billy to be organized but he thinks Neil wouldn’t give a shit how the groceries are bagged. It’s more along the lines of he hates clutter and Billy needs to keep his room clean, keep everything clean. Unfortunately, it’s turned into an obsession of Billy’s.

He remembers how his mother collected things. She found sentimental value in what Neil would call garbage. He remembers his dad boxing up all of the things she’d left behind and bringing Billy with to throw it all in the dump. He wasn’t allowed to go through it or keep anything. The only two items he had of his mothers was her necklace and a ring. He never took them off now. She gave them to him before she left, maybe before she even planned on leaving. It took years for the ring to fit, he thinks it was his grandfathers but he can’t remember. The necklace he knew was his mothers, she’d told him she got it when she was a little girl, after she was baptized and Billy hadn’t seen her without it on until she gave it to him. He hid it from his dad after she left and when he got a little older, he tried it on and hasn’t taken it off since. It’s kind of like she’s still with him that way.

“Billy?” he’s drawn out of his thoughts as his supervisor stands behind him.

“Yeah?” he turns, still holding onto the cellophane wrapped hamburger that started his thoughts spiraling.

“After this customer, why don’t you go ahead and collect carts?”

“But,” Billy turns to look at the line winding down the aisle, “It’s kind of busy in here.”

Mr. Vaughn smiles down at him condescendingly, “Sheryl can handle jumping between lines to bag.”

“Uh, okay,” Billy nods and turns to finish bagging the groceries he’s started on. Fine, he thinks, he could use a cigarette anyways. The workforce was bullshit. He hated it. Instead of being honest, his managers would just direct him to some dumb medial task. Billy just wishes they’d cut the bullshit and berate him for being too slow. His dad would tell him exactly what he was doing wrong, not try to skirt around his feelings.

Billy soaks in the sun as he walks outside, placing his aviators on his nose before reaching in his shirt pocket for his pack of cigarettes and lighting one up as he makes his way to the back of the parking lot. He likes getting the carts. His coworkers complain about it but Billy likes the alone time it provides, plus he gets a little stir crazy indoors. Nothing compares to the sunshine, reminds him he’s alive. The yellow fluorescent bulbs in the supermarket are dreadful, they wash everything in a horrible kind of sad light. And fucking Mr. Vaughn, poor old sap. Wasting his life managing a goddamn Alpha Beta. Probably has himself a boring, nagging old woman. Maybe a kid or two who will grow up not even knowing how damn pathetic their dear old dad is. His wife never knowing how her husband creeps on the teenage girls who work for him.

“Hey,” he hears as he’s trying to dislodge a cart somebody pinned between two trees. He turns to see a couple of his buddies from school. Billy hasn’t really had time to party like he used to. Can’t afford it, really. He’s got at least a month more of working before he can afford to even start looking at rides.

“Oh,” he nods, pinching the cigarette between his lips and flicking it to the asphalt, “What’s up, guys?”

“Nice uniform,” Rick preens sarcastically, “This why you haven’t been around much?”

Billy glances down to his white button up and bright red apron, name tag pinning the two garments together with a “My name is BILLY, how can I help you?” engraved on it. He snorts and bites back, “Trying to get a car, ya know how it is.”

Rick doesn’t. His dad bought him a AMC Spirit the day he turned sixteen. Rick crashed it into a pole about a week later and his old man just paid for the repairs like it was nothing.

“What are you guys doing here?” Billy asks, leaning his back against the cart he was retrieving.

The two boys shrug but Greg speaks up, “Just heard from a little birdie you worked here and thought we’d come pay you a visit.”

“Aw,” Billy pouts sarcastically, “I’m touched that you guys miss me so much.”

“How’s about we grab a couple of beers and head to the beach? There’s gonna be a bonfire tonight. Your girlfriend’ll be there,” Rick grins from ear to ear.

Billy tries not to focus too much on how Rick knows you’ll be there. You guys all share the same friends but since he’s been busy with work, you’ve been alone with the assholes he calls friends. He’s not too thrilled about it but reassures himself that you wouldn’t do anything stupid, thinks about how more often than not, you’re like a lost puppy following him around and that he thinks, you’re practically obsessed with him. There’s no way you’d fool around with any of these dirtbags, right?

“I’ve still got two hours of my shift, boys,” Billy says with a exaggerated frown. “Maybe after.”

“Aw, come on,” Greg pokes at Billy’s chest which upsets him more than it should, he almost grabs his finger and snaps it back but he’s still clocked in. “What’re they gonna do if you leave early?”

“Uh, fire me?” Billy says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, because it is. “Where’s the bonfire at? I’ll just meet you guys there.”

Neil might be pissed that he’s going out but he’s been staying home the past couple weeks, he deserves to relax a little. Plus, he’s got tomorrow off.

“Lame,” Rick scoffs but tells Billy where to meet them, “And bring a sixer! Maybe a bottle!”

Billy waves them off as they make their way back to Rick’s car.

The rest of his shift, he keeps checking his watch.

#billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x f!reader

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Hey there! A good friend of mine gets recently a wrong suitcase from the airport and suddenly disappeared. I never got a text from him anymore. It seems like he has forgotten his real life - I hope he's alive! My problem is that I get a strange suitcase too now. It's from SBH. Maybe I should bring it back?

Really a strange suitcase. You could have done more with a decent hard case from Samsonite. You've been wanting one of these for 30 years. But this? A pretty ugly bag for your taste…. Seems to be from France, the name has an accent on the second e in any case. No idea how to pronounce it now. You take a picture of the bag and let Google Lens see if you can get something for it on ebay….

WHAT THE HELL! 8.500 EURO! For a bag. You get out your reading glasses. You need to take a closer look. Okay. You've made a mistake. It's 85,000 euros. You're getting dizzy. Are the zippers and the lock made of white gold? What justifies this absolutely absurd price? For a company that nobody knows. At least you've never heard of it… Now you are curious about the contents. The lock hangs only decoratively on the bag. It is not locked. It would be better if it was. The contents are two sets of underwear, two pairs of silk boxer shorts, a couple of T-shirts, a toilet bag, which you assume costs a fortune… Everything is incidental… Most of the space is taken up by bundles of hot-off-the-press 200-euro bills. There must be several 100,000 euros in there. What the hell!

Take the bag and run? Seems like a shitty idea to you. The shipment went to your address. Whoever owns it (and it's not you) knows who you are and where you live. None of this makes any sense! You search the side pockets. An airline ticket. First class. From Paris back to Saint Barth via Saint Martin. And a booking confirmation for an overnight stay in a suite at the Pullman Paris Roissy CDG Airport. Tonight. All in your name. Fuck, you can't just fly to the Caribbean with some underwear and two swim shorts and an incredible amount of money. But if you do, you have to hurry. Shit, you'll regret it. But you buy a train ticket to Paris, put on your best suit. And you're on your way.

On the train, everything was still okay. But in the lobby of the airport hotel you get a lot of looks. Yes, first of all you don't fit into the elegant frame. Your suit is enough for a customer appointment as a representative of construction machinery. But here all the people are slimmer, more elegant, prettier…. You look like a slightly overweight piece of dirt. With a 15-carat diamond in your hand. At the reception, the lady smiles at you briefly. Then her eyes fall on the weekender. And just breathes a "How beautiful!" Then she apologizes that they can't offer you anything better than the Superior Suite. There were other VIPs here besides you who had received the very large suites. As an apology you would receive a bottle of champagne in your room. And they would be very grateful if they could invite you to dinner. Your luggage has already arrived, they were so kind to bring it to your room. If you need help unpacking, you can reach the butler service at extension 940.

You thank her and ask for a discreetly placed table at 8:30 pm. The champagne gladly with your meal. In fluent French. You beam at the young lady, she blushes and smiles back.

It's a good thing your suitcase wasn't checked in directly by the Air France service. You would like to change again for dinner. The suite is okay for one night. In the bathroom, you look in the mirror. Why did you put on that cheap suit? You must have been really mentally deranged. Were you trying to disguise yourself? Silly! You jump into the shower. While drying off, you think to yourself that you are actually quite firm for a man in his late 40s. Yes, a little more exercise would be okay. But otherwise… You open the Hermès suitcase, take out a black suit and a black shirt. And you change your clothes. You find the Royal Oak to match. And as a statement, the crocodile sandals. Let everyone see your freshly pedicured feet.

There's hardly a pair of eyes that don't turn to you when you enter the restaurant. If your ego wasn't bigger than the Eiffel Tower, you might be embarrassed that the entire staff looks after you first and then the other guests. You see people whispering. Everyone wonders who you are. The problem is: you don't know yourself… For a moment, you look at your manicured fingernails and wonder what's going on. Then you take a sip of champagne. Veuve Clicquot. Well… It's a gift… It's okay for that…

After dessert, the waiter asks if you would like to have coffee and digestif with a cigar at the bar. Normally you think this is a good idea. But not today. The flight to Martinique leaves quite early. Before that, you would like to get some sleep. So you decline with thanks and put a 100-euro bill on the table as a tip.

A message on your cell phone wakes you up at 4:00 in the morning. You are supposed to take some courier goods with you. You can get it at the hotel reception. Fuck! What is this again? Anyway, you are awake now. Then use the time at least. 100 situps, 100 pushups. You like the picture in the bathroom mirror afterwards. The hair on your chest is jet black. Just like your beard, there's not a gray hair to be seen. And sweat drips in the grooves between your six-pack. You get a hard-on like you haven't had in years. You can't help it. You have to jerk off. And boy, there was real pressure on your balls. Your cum runs off the mirror like someone threw a cup of yogurt at it. It's just before 6:00 now. You call 940 and ask Yves to pick up a package at the reception desk, which would be deposited there. Until he arrives, you do another 100 push-ups. When the knock comes and you open the door, your eyes fall on a turquoise package in Yves' hands. Yves' gaze falls on the package between your legs. Shit, you are naked. Yves asks if he can help you in any way. He still does not look into your eyes. You pull him into the room and throw him on your bed.

Two hours later Yves serves you breakfast in your room. You are ready for departure. Airfrance has already picked up your luggage with the package, which is probably not from Tiffany's, and your boarding pass is in an envelope on a silver tray on the breakfast table. In half an hour, someone will pick you up and take you directly to the plane. Security checks are something for people who have to travel in business class.

Flights with Air France are orgies of champagne and foie gras. The nine hours fly by. The fuck with the purser in the bathroom certainly played its part. The guy thought you were in your late 30s and asked if you were flying on your dad's credit card or your own. For the impudence he had to blow you unfortunately. Whereby he was not so wrong. Somehow you fly with daddy's credit card. But you still don't know who Daddy is. The pilot of the private plane who meets you in Saint Martin directly on the tarmac and flies with you to Saint Barth doesn't tell you that either. You have never been here before. But you feel right at home. This is how you always imagined the Caribbean. There is a Maybach on the tarmac. When you get off the plane, the driver comes to meet you, takes your suitcase and weekender and puts both in the trunk. Wordlessly. And just as wordlessly, he gets into the car and speeds away.

Shit! Now you're standing at the airport. You don't even have an ID card. You have the clothes you wear on your body. Okay, the watch you're wearing on your wrist could get you back home if need be and feed you for a year. That's where the Maybach comes back. The chauffeur gets out and asks you for the watch. Fuck!

At that moment, an open jeep rolls up to you. At the wheel is a young guy, maybe in his mid-20s, waving at you. Damn, you know that face… He reminds you of your lost buddy. Did he have a son who is a personal trainer in the Caribbean? That's definitely what the man looks like. The guy jumps out of the car, hugs you and welcomes you to Saint Barth. "Come on, get in! The boss wants to meet you!" You drive around the island for half an hour. Everything is incredibly beautiful! A gate opens in front of you at the end of a dead-end street. And your buddy steers the car through a tropical park. He parks the car in front of a palace, grins at you, says "Not bad, huh" and tells you to follow him. You walk through the house for what feels like a kilometer. There is a pleasant coolness here. Your buddy knocks on a door, waits a moment and opens it. A wave of autotity hits you. The whole room literally reeks with authority. You almost feel like falling to your knees and kissing the man's hand. "This is the boy from Paris?" Your buddy nods mutely. "Good job," says your boss. And extends his hand to you. With a dry mouth you say that you would do anything for him. He laughs and says that for now you should enjoy the island for a few days. And with a twitch of the corner of his mouth, he tells you that you can say goodbye.

You had hoped a little that you would be allowed to stay in the palace. But your buddy runs back to the jeep. And drives with you to a far less pompous house. But the beach is close. Your room is spacious. Your closet is well sorted. And you have a few days off on the island of the rich and beautiful.

03:30 the next morning. Message from the boss. Have you ever been to Abu Dhabi? Be at the airport in an hour!

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #male transformation #muscle transformation #age reduction

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cleolinda · 1 year

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A couple of days I had this overwhelming urge to talk about shit, so that happened. It was a good thing, maybe, and I’m #thankful for all your love and support. Anyone who said, “Things you wrote have helped me”—that’s why I write about personal things, like mental health and being bipolar as well. That’s entirely why. I truly believe that I am not alone in any human experience I have had, and I hope you can feel like that, too.

I realized that I did, in fact, talk about being bi here in 2015. I have no memory of this at all; I think it says a lot about the last 6-7 years that I didn’t even remember a time when I felt like I could say that.

So the post on Monday might have been superfluous after all, but I cried while writing it, so I guess that tells you I needed it. I’m not a crier, is the worst of it. I cry like three times a year. My backed-up Tear Concentrate burns like xenomorph acid. I don’t care for that shit at all. But it was kind of a good cry? Emotions, why do we have them.

As a point of interest, I still didn’t know I was sapphic bi when I was angry about the LGBT storylines in NBC’s 2013 Dracula series, which I recapped for a while. I was especially furious about Lucy’s bisexual “let me come out to Mina so she can throw me out into the street” arc, and I’m seeing some things about myself in the rearview mirror there. Also I will never forgive the show writer who was congratulating himself for having “real” storylines about how difficult it is to be LGBT, which included the horrible deaths of a gay male couple. Fuck off. We don’t need your “help.”

I absolutely did know when I was raging about The Magicians (when was this, 2019?). I believe I even said I was bi in the post about that, but talking about myself wasn’t the point there, and I don’t know how many people saw it. Those show writers, also, can fuck off into the sun, and I hope the sun tells them to fuck off as well.

I don’t know that I’ve ever been this blunt, this harsh about how angry I am. I’m usually very diplomatic. But this shit has consequences. I don’t cry often, but I cried in 2014 at the realization that I “couldn’t” be “normal” and straight, in the year before I came to love being normal and queer. Stories like Lucy’s are, subconsciously, why I would cry like that, why I would feel horrified at the idea of being myself. (Which I will write about later.) And that’s just the small way media effects me. We are seeing, in real time in the US now, the rippling consequences of insisting ever more hatefully that LGBTQIA people don’t get to be happy. As far as I can tell, media is crawling towards being better in the last few years. I wouldn’t know; I don’t invest much of myself in TV anymore.

I did not intend for this to be an angry post, but here we are. Maybe that’s why it feels different and even necessary to go through all of the “did I mention I’m queer” business again seven years later. I’m here and I’ve gone feral about it. Being angry right now feels like community. Wrath Month.

I am going to keep writing about some of the things I thought and went through during the year(s) I was figuring this out, because I think these experiences were weird and absurd—and recognizable. This is my blog now, welcome to hell. And happy Thanksgiving.

#me for some reason #long post #text post #I will never not be mad about the magicians and everyone can deal with it #welcome to hell it’s my blog

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Finished my boys back panel for his new apartment. After it cures more I’m gonna install it, then the drainage layer (which I absolutely don’t need) and then the substrate. I was gonna make the bottom water proof but decided to just go with a protective mat instead. I don’t think I’ll be able to take it apart later but maybe it’ll be like. The last thing I ever move idk. Then Ill put up the UVB, his lamp, I miiiight have a heat mat on the bottom just in case but probably won’t ever use it idk, and finally his giant fucking water dish and ugly bottom hide. Then I’ll see if I can fit some of the roof/side climbing limbs I had planned. Was gonna drill them in but I don’t think the pvc will allow for it. I might try more foam/silicone *and* a bit of drilling, but we’ll see. Then the top leaf coverage (silk plants lol), and finally his giant cork log. I was also planning on putting some tiling over his ugly hide, or just replacing it completely bc he has the wall one plus the log. I also gotta test the weight capacity of the wall log tomorrow after curing. It’s resistant to heavy tugging, and he really doesn’t weigh *that* much but you never know the kind of stress he might put on it. It’s low to the ground so it wouldn’t be catastrophic but it would be difficult to fix. Eventually I would like to go full naturalistic and add plants and bio active substrate. Moving water is beyond my skill capacity/willingness to learn or spend so the static dish will have to do, but I am interested in a mister even tho I know it’s not necessary. He’s been doing well with my humidifier and just some sprays, wet corners, and the dish, but if I do pursue plants it may be crucial. Granted I know scale rot is something people warn about but I figure if I keep it high then I can avoid laden substrate. Plus the drainage layer would help.

I even bought a kitchen scale to weigh him. I was gonna get a temp gun too but that’s kinda absurd since I got like, two different humidity gauges and a temp regulator + thermometer. if I have room I may also try a slight rock border at the bottom of the back panel but I’m not really like. Interested in using foam again, either panel or expanding. Bc it sucks and i despise it. Silicone too honestly, even the aquarium rated stuff which is easier (imo) to get off skin. My dad REALLY wanted to use caulk but I was like hell no. I’ll resort to shelf pins/rivets for support before I try that lol.

I just scrolled up and realized the pic is so dark bc I just turned the overhead light off and didn’t have flash on but I’m so tired and sweaty I don’t care. It’s a cork bark/spanish moss/sphagnum moss back wall but it does just look like a mess of leaves and shit from the pic. I started really clean and then got progressively sloppier as time went on

Here’s a before progress pic SORRY for foot

And here’s snoopert head. He’s getting upgraded from 60 gallon to 120. Tbh if I had the room and money I’d totally have gotten the 240 one

Fuck snoopy

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siruud has been running around in my head recently again and so i need to get this out of my system; is he flustered easily with particularly soft and affectionate gestures and compliments? would he allow the mc to "baby" him even? what would his reactions be? i'm constantly reminded of that one quote when it comes to sirrud and that is "When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it"... absolutely destroys me every single time when i think of it (also i hope you've been well, marti!)

I'm going to introduce to a dark axis of being soft and affectionate with Siruud, and that is "gotcha, you won't trick me" because he's been alive as long as time and perceptions of demons have fluctuated back and forth and back and forth and in the swells of back there have been people who wanted to convince him it was a forth. Not enough, mind you, for him to be like—like he's not wary of it in every corner and every person he meets, but once you start offering him stuff then he gets to hit the red alarm button.

With enough repetition and a general lack of consequences—once he realises that actually you don't bring a squadron of mercenaries down on his head every time you offer him an extra pillow—that's when he'll start to relax, maybe notice that you're really just. Being nice. He'll allow it, but he has to grumble or else he just looks silly for having assumed that you were going to pull a sword out of the warm laundry and cut him in half with it.

In the beginning though, it's more like this: (also ty I hope ur doing well too !! I'm doing laundry which is hell but, what can you do. except laundry.)

. . . . .

Ah, shit, you think, surprised at your capacity to still be slightly inconvenienced. You'd think that would go away after being hurled out a window once, and you'd be like that song listing sports to do before you die: instead, here you are having poured the wrong creamer into the coffee.

You search your recent near-death experience brain for the capacity to be infinitely pleased with everything in the world despite it not being exactly the way you wanted it, and you don't really find that either.

"Siruud, you want some coffee?" you ask, leaning over to try and see him around the kitchen wall. He looks up, frowning.

"Why?"

"Why...coffee?" you ask, confused.

"Why did you make me coffee?" he asked, and you open your mouth to explain but...nope he is already talking. "You are no warlock. I do not offer you my power in exchange for servitude."

"I'm not serving you. Gross, man."

"I did not mean to imply—"

"I'm not doing that either! Fuck, you want the coffee or not?" You feel your neck go hot, firmly ignoring all his...weird assumptions. He's silent for a while and you think that he's decided to sulk about your nothing of a gesture—really using him as a drain, if you wanted to be technical—and then when you turn, he's just standing there, leaning against the door frame and watching you with a sneer.

"I see what you're doing now, agent," he says, low and annoyed. "You mean to placate me? You think I'm so starved for company that the least of your attention will make us comrades?"

"Siruud, you're being fucking weird," you tell him shortly. "I made coffee wrong and I didn't want to dump it down the sink. That's it."

"Know that I watch you," he warns, blocking your exit from the kitchen with his full height and width. "We are mere partners in circumstance. No amount of flattery nor favours will change that you are one of them."

"So, coffee?" you ask shortly. He takes it. Fucking absurd.

#talkForge #siruud #bad ritual

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emilymaxximoff · 2 years

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Deserve Better; Enid X Fem!Reader

CW: Some angst, Struggling with your sexuality, Fluff

Description: After Ron and Enid break up, you let Enid know that she has better options than him.

A/N: Confession time (sorry this note is gonna be long), I've been siting on this one for a hot sec. The absolute bi panic I feel between Carl and Enid is absurd. There's not a ton of Enid fics that I could find so I took it upon myself to write one of my own. This is definitely inspired by Boyfriend by Dove Cameron because, gay. I have been super excited bout this one. I definitely want to write more about her too. I mean just look at the GIF. Also the panic of do I want to be her or be with her is so real with her. Once agin disclaimer, everyone is at least 18. I am 19 and anything else creeps me out. The actors themselves are more than old enough now so like just please. It would mean so much to me if y'all reposted but don't feel like you have to. Love you!

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"Hey Y/N!" You heard someone yell behind you. You turned around and immediately smiled. It was Enid. You felt butterflies in your stomach as she lightly jogged towards you with a wicker laundry basket. She had a beautiful glow about her and her hair gently fell around her face.

"Hey Enid." you said as you gave her a cheesy grin. God she was beautiful. You had had a crush on her for years but you would never admit it. It was the apocalypse but people were still people and you were worried about if people would judge you. You also had no idea if Enid liked girls and she had just broken up with Ron so it seem a worse time as any to suddenly admit your feelings. Thankfully the break up didn't seem to bother her much. The only person who knew about your crush was Carl. That fucker knew everything about you. He knew before you did. He could read you like a comic book.

"So, I've been thinking and I think we need to have a girls night tonight. I've got shit to talk about." she said as she smiled back at you.

"Oh dear."

"Oh yes. Meet you at my house around sunset?"

You bit your lip and gave her a joking half grin. "Yeah, yeah. I'll see you then. I have guard duty tomorrow night though so we have to get some sleep tonight." you laughed.

"Great!" she squealed. "I'll see you later."

Your heart was beating out of your chest. You had sleepovers often but every time you still got butterflies. You always had to suppress the urge to lean over and kiss her and tell her how you felt but that never happened and you told yourself it never would. She made you so happy and she had no idea how much she meant to you and how much you loved those nights where it was just you two. She didn't know how much you wanted to hold her hand and hold her as you fell asleep. She had no idea how weak your knees felt as she let you wear her shirt and you breathed in the smell.

You started off towards the Grimes house to talk to Carl. He understood and you needed the support right now. You didn't even need to have the words for him to understand. You walked in the door and casually greeted Rick before climbing up the stairs and going into Carl's room.

"Hey shithead." you said throwing off your shoes and flopping down on his bed next to him.

"Well hello to you too." he laughed. "What's up?"

"I don't know my heart is just about to come out my ribcage and kill me but besides that I'm doing just peachy." you replied as dramatically as you could, sighing and putting the back of your hand on your forehead.

"Enid again?" he laughed at your dramatics, raising his eyebrow.

"Wow how'd you guess?" you rolled your eyes. "We're having a girls night again and you know how I feel during those. She's just so perfect god damn it."

"You should just tell her already. It's driving you insane and she broke up with Ron so it's a great time."

"YoU SHoUlD JuSt telL hEr." you mocked. "Yeah that will work out fucking great. I don't even know if she likes girls. I don't want to ruin our friendship."

"Jesus ok. You don't gotta be a bitch about it. I was just saying I hate to see you dancing around it like a pussy." he grinned at you.

You grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. You laughed as he put his hands up and laughed back. "Fuck you."

"Hey don't shoot he messenger just cause he's right."

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You took a breath as you knocked on the door of the Rhee house. Maggie opened the door and smiled at you. "Hey Y/N she's in her room. Let me know if you want snacks or anything. I don't have anything to do tonight." she said motioning you inside.

"Thanks Maggie. I'm good for now thanks." you said as you quickly rushed up the stairs towards Enid's room. You knocked lightly on the door and smiled waiting for the go ahead to come in.

"Come in." You saw her slime as you open then door and come in. "Y/N omg. Come here. I've got just so much shit to say."

You giggled and sat next to her on the soft bed. "Ok spill." you said crossing your legs and turning to look at her.

Oh did she have lots to say. She talked about her runs and her guard duties. She told you about the walkers she killed and how Maggie was nagging her about learning more combat. She ranted about Lydia and how annoying she was. You listened to every word she had to say, putting in input where appropriate. Everything was perfect. Just you two talking and sharing experiences. That was until Ron came up.

"Ron is trying to get back together with me again." you rolled your eyes. "Hey I know we just broke up but still. It's like how much else is there in the world at this point."

"I mean there is a lot more. I'm just saying you can do so much better. You deserve better. Ron is probably one of the worst options right now. He's mean to you a lot of the time." you replied, nervously playing with your hands.

"Yeah ok sure. Who then? Carl? Fuck no." she laughed sarcastically.

"No. As his friend I can tell you no. I'm saying there are other options." you paused. "Better options."

"Ok fine then tell me. What other person could I be with that's better?"

"A lot of people. Ron is awful." you said, trying so hard not to blurt out yourself.

"Ok but like who? We are some of the last people alive on this shithole." she said eying you. She could tell you had something on your mind.

You took a deep breath. You were frustrated and in the heat of the moment somehow you had courage. "I mean like me."

"What?" Enid stared at you wide eyed.

"Fuck. Just forget it. I'm sorry I didn't mean to." you sighed tears filling your eyes. You had been so mad at her naivety and you could stand it do you had blurted out your feelings. You felt as if you just wanted to melt away. Had you ruined your friendship? Was she mad? You couldn't look up at her. You were mortified.

"Hold up no. We need to talk about it. What did you mean?" Enid said reaching out to touch your shoulder. As she did you moved back, rejecting her touch and the tears you were holding back fell down your cheeks as you lifted your head to look at her emphatic face.

"NO! Fuck please stop. I didn't mean- I never meant to- just please lets move on or I'll just leave." You said shakily. You were trying to keep your composure but it was fading quickly.

"No. Y/N, I want to talk about this. I don't want to upset you but when someone you have known forever tells you that you could be good for them..... You want to know what they mean, ya know" Enid said as nicely as possible. You tried to read her face but it was impossible to in your distraught state.

"Fine. Do you honestly want the truth?" Enid nodded her head. "Honestly I've had feelings for you for a long time but you were with Ron and there are so many other factors like I don't know if you even like girls. I don't want you to hate me or think I'm creeping on you cause we sleep in the same bed all the time. It's not like that. I like you for more. Don't get me wrong I definitely wan to have sex but like it's more than that. I like your smile and personality and just everything you do. I mean again like I try not to let anyone know that I like girls so Carl is literally the only one who knows about my crush on you and also like I don't know if you like me or just girls cause you've never said anything. So I've been suppressing these feelings and I wasn't gonna say shit until... ya know... now."

You took a breath and looked at Enid for any validation. She smiled back at you in return. Your tears started to dry. "So what you're trying say is I should ditch men?" she smirked.

"I'm saying that I could be a better boyfriend than Ron ever could be." you said, leaning closer to her.

"Maybe I don't want a boyfriend anymore. Maybe I'm in the mood for a girlfriend now." Enid leaned close to you too, closing more space so you could feel her breath on your lips. You felt butterflies in your stomach and you couldn't contain the huge cheesy grin.

"Well I can be a better girlfriend than Ron too." Enid closed the gap, connecting your lips. she grabbed your face and pulled you even closer. You felt so happy and even through you were kissing her you just wanted to be closer, to become one being. You grabbed her hips and pulled the rest of her close to you. Even though it pained you, you separated once you were out of breath.

"As much as I want to keep going, I told you, I'm gonna be a better partner than you have ever had before. That means doing this the right way. Let me take you out on a date, a real one." you smiled.

Enid groaned and smiled. "I'm ok with rushing in."

"I know but still. I want this to last. I'm gonna do it by the book."

"Ok, I understand. Can we at least hold each other tonight?"

"Anything for you beautiful."

As you snuggled into Enid, you felt at peace for the first time in a long time. To know the girl you loved, loved you back. To know that at least one person could love you for who you were. For now, that's all that mattered.

#enid rhee #twd #the walking dead #lgbtq #enid rhee twd #enid twd #enid rhee x reader #twd imagine #enid rhee x you #wlw #bi panic

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BITB Lab AU Fic (1.3k words)

[this is going to be a tumblr special since i don't plan on doing more with it but i did want to share it anyway! if you like the concept feel free to ask me for more info ^_^ i have alot of backstory surrounding this in mind. alsoo if you would like to write something inspired by it pls reference me/this fic and also tag me! i'd love to see it :] anyway reblogs appreciated as always - fic time]

Rand’s starting to think that no job might be better than a job if the job is this one. Because this job has made him sign several NDAs and has run him through a ridiculous amount of “worst case scenarios” - all increasingly absurd.

He needs a job, though. Or his parents are going to do something drastic like kick him out for a week. And this is the only place that’ll accept him with absolutely nothing on his resume at thirty three years old.

“Basically… just don’t be like the last intern, okay?” The scientist in front of him says as they finish up their spiel.

“What happened to the last intern?”

“Got too close and now he has to stay here while we monitor his situation.”

“Oh.”

Maybe no job is better than this one.

He signs the last NDA anyway.

His job is essentially to keep an eye on a trio of… aliens? Monsters? One of whom is the intern before him - and contact the scientists and doctors if anything weird happens.

He’s also there to keep them company, get them things they want - as long as he runs it past a scientist first - and give them shit like food and water. Easy. He could probably even sneak some weed in and pass the time smoking.

“Just stay here by the entrance.” The scientist instructs. “I’m going to go check on Rolan real quick.”

They dip into a side door at the end of the hallway and disappear.

Rand is totally content to not fuck up the first instruction he’s been given. At least until he spots someone staring at him from the window in the first door on the right.

He’s got long blonde hair, and a pretty face. Kian Stone.

“‘Sup, dude!” Kian’s voice is muffled. “You must be the new intern!”

After a moment of hesitation, Rand wanders closer.

“Yeah.”

Kian sticks his hand out for a handshake, the tips of his fingers pressing against the glass. Rand isn’t sure how he’s expected to respond.

“I was the last one.” Kian states cheerily. “Name’s Kian Stone. Nice to meet you, man.”

“Nice to meet you.” Rand echoes. “I’m, uh, Rand.”

The offered handshake turns into a finger pointing at the name tag on his shirt.

“Tim?”

“Call me Rand.”

“Fuck yeah, dude, I can dig that.” Kian drops his hand. “Hey, man, do you think you can swing me a guitar? I’m bored as fuck.”

He remembers the brief. It clearly said that he shouldn’t give this guy any instruments.

“I, uh… don’t think I’m supposed to do that.”

Kian leans in closer to the window and grins wickedly.

“I could make it worth your while.” His voice is low. Rand’s cheeks feel warm.

“Well, uh, considering what they told me about why you’re in here, I think I’ll have to, like, pass. Sorry, man.”

“Becky’s harmless, dude.” Kian scoffs. “They just hate true love.”

Rand just shrugs. He’s not really sure he wants to argue.

“What about… Rolan? That’s the other guy, right?” Kian nods. “What’s he like?”

“Mostly keeps to himself. Real quiet and all that. If you went into his room he’d probably back himself into a corner and freak out about hurting you.” Kian hums, thinking. “That’s what he did with me, at least. Don’t tell the big guys, though. They’re pissed enough at me for the whole Becky thing.”

“Alright, I won’t.” Rand mimes zipping his lips. “Secret’s safe.”

“It’s totally different, though, dude, because, like… Becky is dangerous. Rolan isn’t.”

“Didn’t you say she was harmless earlier?”

“Oh.” Kian blinks. “Did I? Tell that to my mostly melted body over there, dude.”

Kian jerks a thumb behind him. Rand angles to look and immediately wishes he didn’t. He feels sick.

“Fuck, man!”

Kian laughs. “Shoulda warned you that it’s kinda gnarly, huh?”

Technically, Rand knew that’s what happened to Kian. But reading about it on paper is nothing compared to seeing it in person.

“They just fucking left that there?“

“It’s mine.”

“I mean… I guess, but… you just want it around?” He takes another cautious look at the mess of flesh in the corner of the room. Another wave of nausea rolls through him. “Isn’t it, like… weird?”

“It’s mine.” Kian repeats. Then he shrugs. “Plus, it’s kinda fun. If I touch it I can feel it both ways.” He waggles his eyebrows, and that grin from earlier is back. “Neat, right?”

“Gross.” Rand grimaces. “Too much information, man.”

“I’m just messing with you, dude.” Kian laughs. “It hurts like a bitch, actually. I try not to feel it.”

“Tim!”

The scientist is walking back down the hallway towards him. They don’t seem upset that he disobeyed his first instruction. Maybe that one was more of a suggestion.

He looks back to Kian’s eyes fixated on his name badge.

“You could just tell them you prefer to be called Rand, you know?” Kian says.

“I’ll do it later.”

He’s not sure why he hasn’t yet. Something about professionalism. But there’s no time to think through that train of thought now.

The scientist stops next to him. Looks at Kian through the glass and sighs.

“Kian.”

“They’re still pretty mad at me.” Kian explains to Rand with an unbothered smile on his face. Then he shifts to address the scientist. “So, no guitar?”

“Not yet.” Another sigh. “Later, hopefully.”

“Radical.” Kian presses a book up to the window. “This shit sucks. I’m not a fucking nerd, dude.”

The scientist rolls their eyes. “Graduated practically top of your classes.”

Top of his classes? Shit. They really downgraded with Rand.

Kian pouts. “Hey, man, don’t say that kinda stuff around the new guy, yeah?”

“Well,” the scientist claps Rand on the shoulder and ushers him away, “you’ve met Kian. Let’s meet the other two.“

“See ya later, dude.”

Kian holds one hand up in a wave and Rand clumsily waves back, mumbling out his own goodbye.

Kian’s whole… attitude has thrown him off completely. He figured the other two would be chill - not the guy who literally died about a week back.

A couple of rooms down is Becky’s. Rand wonders why they’re so spread out.

She approaches the window when they knock. Her gaze flicks over them with hope before settling into disappointment.

“Hey, Becky.” The scientist gestures to Rand. “I want you to meet Tim - the new intern.”

Rand waves. She doesn’t even look at him.

“Is Kian okay?” Her voice is soft. “I really didn’t mean to kill him, man.”

“He’s doing better.”

This conversation is fucking absurd. What a world Rand lives in now.

“Well, you know how this works - let Tim know if you need anything. We’ll go meet Rolan, now.“

“Sure.” Her eyes catch on his. She looks sad. “Nice meeting you.”

“You too.”

Meeting Rolan goes worse than meeting Becky.

Rolan’s tucked away in a corner, looking like he’s trying to make himself as small as possible. If Rand thought Kian was lying about Rolan, he’d cast all doubts from his mind now. Rolan doesn’t even look up when the scientist knocks on the door.

“He’s been in a mood ever since the incident with Kian.” The scientist explains. “Hey, Rolan! New guy’s name is Tim.”

Rolan just barely lifts a hand in acknowledgment.

“Now, don’t be surprised if you see them out of their rooms. I don’t know if you saw, but there’s a door at the back that leads to other rooms. We’re keeping Kian away from them at the moment to monitor his situation, but it all links up back there.”

“Okay.”

“There’s testing most days, but for the most part they just do whatever. And you can, too, as long as you fulfil the job requirements.”

“Sounds good, man.” Oh, yeah, he could definitely smuggle some weed in here. And maybe he’ll try and rope them all into a game of dnd. He’s not exactly sure how it’ll work when they’re so spread out, but he’ll think of something.

#brackett.writes.

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