#currently battling to get up and do laundry

[gessshoku]

I feel a lot better now! I think I'm able to drink coffee now! :D

I mean, I'am still a bit sick, but I'm doing a whole lot better!

Oooo that’s good!! Great to hear!!

Giving you soup and some nice coffee UwU

#sippy sippy #currently battling to get up and do laundry #but I’m tired #and it’ll be raining all day #but I NEED to do it #i ran out of clothes… #gess box of cookies

[xiexiecaptain]

The biggest thing I've learned to help manage my ADHD in regards to getting things done is to Follow Those Impulses

(I'm not saying this will work for or is even a good strategy for everyone, but in my own situation it's helped me.)

I'm like allergic to consistency in schedule and cannot enforce one on myself so all it leads to is self-loathing and failure. Trust me, I've been attempting to will-power, shame-fuel my way through it since I was a preteen (I'm currently almost 30.) It does not work for me.

Obviously medication can give me a huge leg up on stuff. But beyond a certain point my brain is simply not wired for long-term sustained consistency.

As in many of my issues, I've found that working with myself gets better results than fighting myself.

When I follow those sudden impulses of interest and motivation, I get things done.

To the outside, I look absolutely haphazard. I'll pause a show I'm watching mid-sentence, stand up, and go empty the dishwasher because my mood/brain/chemicals *ping*ed that it was suddenly do-able and not a huge overwhelming task. Or I'll be putting away laundry and that *ping* will go off and I'll spend three hours re-organizing my closet.

To a neurotypical, this looks like distracted and disorganized behavior.

To me, it's following the way my brain naturally works in order to accomplish tasks.

My ADHD manifests in that I experience very small and unsustainable windows of motivation and interest. So when I feel that window crack open, doing the Thing right then (when the situation enables me to) can mean the Thing actually happens. Even if it's not the thing I'm "supposed" to be doing.

With a neurotypical in that situation, they might be putting away clothes and think: "Oh, I should organize my closet. I have time this weekend, I'll do it then," finish putting away their clothes, and then organize the closet when they had free time that weekend.

I used to try to do things that way too. Because it was how I was taught that "responsible, real people" did it, and had "finish one thing before you start another" drilled into my head. But I'm literally not wired to work that way. And I've been working on undoing that internalized ableism of believing one way of doing things is better and I need to change to adhere to it. I don't and shouldn't be expected to to my own detriment.

For me with the closet example, the weekend would come and I would spend 5 hours screaming at myself to stop working on whatever did have my interest in order to go organize the closet. Sometimes I might ended up doing it. More often, I would not be able get myself to do it even after all that. I would just sit there, yelling at myself, hating myself despite my brain literally not having the chemicals to initiate the activity (let alone follow through) and nothing would get done. Not even the thing I wanted to focus on instead.

The only thing I did accomplish was hating myself for not being able to do "simple" things like other people (read: neurotypicals.)

This is basically how I spent the majority of my schooling; doing simple tasks felt like running in sand. And I internalized all the messages that told me it was my own fault I couldn't run as fast and in as straight a line as those running on pavement.

The past few years, I've been trying to follow impulses more. And its honestly been really helpful.

I get more done even if it isn't a "consistent" amount or I can't always count on having a specific thing done by a certain date.

But the big thing is that I spend less time hating myself for not doing what I "should" be and more time actually doing things when I have the motivation for them. More shit happens, I'm undoing some of that self-loathing.

tl;dr: My advice for fellow adult ADHD-ers is:

Try to learn what your natural rhythms are and, where possible, try leaning into them. Without judgement, try working with your natural tendencies rather than battling them at every moment. See how it feels, see what you accomplish (and not just in the capitalistic "productivity" way--spending 3 hours hyperfocusing on researching the history of wheat germ counts!) See how your brain and body feel.

Your brain is wired different, let yourself operate different.

#adhd #add #neurodivergence #neurodiversity #adult adhd #adhd inattentive #adhd tips #adhd acceptance #original posts

[missjomarch]

Luke, do you know where my hoodie is?

He just got out of the shower and he’s getting ready to head to the rink to handle some media stuff. His pants sit low on his waist, exposing his v-line, and he still lacks a shirt. You briefly register his movements about the room but you’re far too interested in the book you’re reading to notice much else.

“Babe, have you seen my grey devils hoodie? The new one with the red logo?” Luke questions, you’re eyes peak up from your novel at this. You look down slightly and remember that you’re currently wearing the hoodie he’s searching for. You had thrown it on after the activities you and Luke partook in this morning, not realizing it was a newer one. But it was incredibly soft and smelled like him, so there was no way you were giving it up freely.

You cleared your throat lightly, “Haven’t seen it, love. Maybe check the laundry room?” You suggest, though you know he won’t find it there. He makes his way out of your shared bedroom, still oblivious to your outfit. You’ve lost your focus too much to return to reading, so you close your book. You’re reaching to trade it for your phone on the night stand when Luke enters again.

“I still can’t find-” Luke cuts himself off immediately, stopping in the doorway to look at you. You’re halfway extended across the bed, reaching for the nightstand, and the covers have slipped down to expose your secret. Luke closes him mouth and gives you a ‘seriously?’ look. You give him your cutest smile back.

“…oops?” You shrug, pulling your best look of innocence.

“Did you somehow miss the fact that I’ve been looking for that all morning?” Luke quirks an eyebrow as he makes his way over to you.

“Okay I know, but it smells like you.” You pout, crossing your arms to wrap yourself in the oversized material.

“I have a billion hoodies here that smell like me, one almost identical to this one in fact. I really need this one babe,” he looks down to find staring back with your most convincing puppy dog eyes, “just for today.” He promises. You sigh dramatically as you realize you’re not winning this battle.

“Fine…” you mumble, lifting your arms up so he can pull the hoodie from your frame. Before he can do that, however, his face lights up.

“I’ll tell you what. How about a trade? I’ll let you wear the Michigan hoodie today.” He offered, smiling as your face lit up. Luke had a million hoodies from his time at UMich, but this was the Michigan hoodie. The one he’d give you when he left for roadies, it was the softest thing you’d ever worn and the smell of his cologne never faded from the material. It had been packed up with the rest of his blue and maize since his arrival to New Jersey, so you were quick to approve the trade.

“Deal.”

He removed the devils hoodie from your body and replaced it with the blue Michigan hockey sweatshirt. And with a quick kiss to your lips and a promise to be back soon he was out the door, leaving you cuddled up in bed with the umich memorabilia.

#luke hughes #nj devils #hockey #umich hockey

[lheewonz]

Wish That I Could ╱╱ 희승 ✧ l.hs

synopsis :: fwb!heeseung x fem!reader aren’t dating, but they want to be

“wish that i could be your lover”

The ambiguous nature of your relationship was unsatisfying.

Lee Heeseung wanted to completely be yours.

warning :: swearing, kissing, implied/referenced nsfw (?), they almost get arrested?

word count :: 3.3k

“What do you want?” Your flat expression met his gleeful one.

“Damn babe, don’t get too excited to see me.” Heeseung and his annoyingly attractive half-smirk were at your apartment door at 3 in the morning. Under one arm he held a white motorcycle helmet with cat ears, under the other was a similar black helmet without ears. “Let’s go for a ride.”

“No. Do you have any idea what time it is? I have school in 6 hours.” Which really meant four hours since you took forever to get ready, and four hours was definitely not enough time to be well rested. You got cranky when you were tired and usually took it out on the boy currently standing in front of you.

Heeseung shrugged, nonchalant as always. “You just need to learn how to manage your time better.”

You level him with a glare. “You’re the reason it takes a whole hour to get breakfast.”

“And I pay for it. Maybe if you didn’t take an hour getting ready.” Heeseung leans forward, raising his eyebrow at you, his tone tinted with a bit of jealousy. “I’m not in your class, who are you putting so much effort in for?”

“No one.” You avoid his eyes. He was right, as he usually was when it came to topics related to you. You made sure to wake up two hours earlier to have enough time to dress nicely for Heeseung, of course. Not that you would ever admit to that. “It’s too early for your shit. I have to sleep, go home.”

He practically shoves the white helmet into your hands, forcing you to hold onto it. “It won’t take too long. I promise.”

“Last time you said that, I missed a majority of the most important lecture in my class.”

He rolls his eyes and waves you off. “C’mon, love. It’ll be fun.” He takes a step forward, reaching out with his free hand to take yours.

Your heart flipped at the pet name and your voice was quieter when you responded, “Don’t call me that.” You were fighting a losing battle.

He smirks again, bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it. “You’re wasting more of your sleep time saying no when we both know you’ll give in.”

There’s a beat of silence while the two of you stare at each other before you sigh heavily. You walk over to the couch and grab a pair of long pants from your freshly folded laundry to switch out with your short pajama bottoms, ignoring Heeseung’s appreciative whistle from where he stands in the doorway. You grab the leather jacket Heeseung had gifted you, getting a matching one for himself that he was also wearing, around the same time he had gotten his bike and head back to him. “I hate you.” You say as you slip the helmet on, glaring at him again.

Heeseung only grins and slides your visor down after booping your nose. “No, you don’t.” Heeseung waits for you to shut and lock your apartment door before tugging you towards the stairs. He briefly lets go of your hand to put his own helmet on, he lifts you up into his arms, chuckling at the small scream you let out and starts running down the stairs three at a time.

Your eyes widen at the actions of this complete madman and wind your arms around his neck tightly. “Heeseung. If you fall I will kill you.”

“Carrying pretty girls is my hidden talent, you should know.”

You were thankful the visor hid your blush. “Ah, really? I thought it was getting on my nerves.”

“I’m multi-talented.”

Soon enough the both of you were outside standing in front of Heeseung’s motorcycle. You climb on after him and wrap your arms around his waist. “Where are we going?”

Heeseung shrugs, “Not sure yet.” He slips his gloves on and within the next 3 seconds, he’s pulling out of the parking lot and speeding onto the road.

As Heeseung drives, your grip on his waist tightens and you cling to him, resting your head on his back and sighing. The drive is peaceful. Heeseung rests his hand on top of yours at every red light. You love the short moments with Heeseung where neither of you speaks since you can’t go more than two seconds without playfully bickering. Whether it be while the two of you are kissing, going for a midnight ride, or other silent activities. Those sweet, silent moments with him almost manage to convince you that Heeseung is more than just a friend. Just like you want him to be.

It isn’t long before you reach your destination, an old park that you used to visit when you were in middle school. Surrounding the park was a locked gate. “Are you sure it’s okay to be here?”

Unbeknownst to you, Heeseung glares at the locked gate that was definitely not locked when he had gone there earlier. “Yea, it’s totally fine.” He pulls your helmet off and helps you off the motorcycle, setting your helmet down on the seat and pulling his own off.

You trail behind him with your arms crossed skeptically as he stalks over to the gate and starts to climb it. “What are you doing??”

“I’m gonna unlock the gate.” He hops over the top and turns to you with a smile.

The lock makes a long clanging sound as he fumbles with it, his eyebrows scrunched in concentration and his lips pouting slightly. He looks up at you and catches your stare as the lock finally gives and clicks open. He pulls the gate open with a smirk, “See something you like?”

A hand pulls on one of your arms to tug you closer to him. “No.” You avoid his knowing stare.

“You wound me, my love.” Heeseung pulls you up against him. You shiver as he leans down to whisper in your ear, breath hitting your ear, “No need to lie to me.” A furious blush spread across your cheeks. You stay silent, burying your face in Heeseung’s shirt, and you can feel his chest rumbling as he chuckles at you. “Let’s take a walk, yea?”

It takes a small bit of coaxing for Heeseung to get you to start walking, but when you do start walking it’s peaceful. The two of you walk with your arms intertwined, talking about anything that comes to mind. Heeseung recounts anecdotes about living with his friends Jake and Sunghoon, animatedly telling you about the very recent time Sunghoon almost burned their apartment down while he was sleeping and forgot to wake him in his haste to escape, and Jake eventually put out the fire.

Eventually, the two of you walk around the entire park and come back to the fountain close to the front gate. Heeseung lets go of your arm and hops onto the thin edge of the large fountain.

“Give me your jacket.” You hold your hand out to take it from him.

He rests his jacket on your arm, a slightly worried expression on his face. “Are you cold?”

“No, but I have a feeling you’re going to fall in.” Despite the fact that you seemed to have no faith in him, your precaution and the fact that you care enough about him to want to make sure nothing happens to something special to him almost makes him blush.

“It sounds like you’re gonna push me in.”

“I wouldn’t. I’m not cruel.”

“I’ll be fine.” You grab onto his shirt anyway for your own comfort, though if he actually started to fall you would probably be dragged down with him.

The two of you continue to walk in silence this time, as opposed to earlier. The silence is suffocating and awkward. You can see Heeseung continuously steals glances at you from the corner of your eye and you can tell he wants to say something. You stay silent to give him time to figure it out.

Heeseung’s tone was surprisingly serious when he started talking. “I was thinking. Are you… happy with the way we are?”

“What do you mean? Like our relationship?” You could feel your heart sinking into your stomach.

“Yea... Are you satisfied like this?”

You start to fiddle with the sleeves of his jacket, all of a sudden finding great interest in the grass. “Uhm, I guess… Why?”

“I’m not.”

Your head snaps up to stare at him in silence and he stares back. Your stomach churns almost painfully and you suddenly feel like vomiting. You let go of his shirt and take a step away from him. “You don’t want to be my friend anymore?”

“No! That’s not what I meant, I just-“ He cuts himself off with a yelp when the next step he takes sends him backward into the fountain with a loud splash. You both stare at each other with wide eyes and then you burst into laughter, previous tension disappearing and dropping yourself to the ground while Heeseung grumbles, but smiles a bit at the sight of your laughter.

Your laughter stops abruptly when you think you hear someone shouting in the distance. The both of you look at the angry guard currently running in your direction and then look back at each other. “I thought you said this was legal??” You hissed at him, grabbing his hand to help him out of the fountain.

“I had to climb the fence to open the gate, why did you believe that?” The both of you run back to his motorcycle. You toss him his leather jacket and then put your helmet on.

“HEY! YOU TWO! STOP!” The guard was closing in, but still, a decent amount of space away, his booming voice echoing through the otherwise quiet park.

“Hurry the fuck up! You’re unbelievable, if I get arrested-“

“We’re not getting arrested. Saving damsels in distress is also a talent of mine.” He puts his helmet and jacket on.

“You put me in distress.” You knock your fist against his helmet as you settle down behind.

Heeseung shrugs. “Details aren’t important.” Then the both of you are off, speeding away as the guard finally makes it to where you were just seconds later.

Heeseung makes it back to your apartment in 10 minutes, compared to the 20 minutes it took to get to the park in the first place. “You’re gonna get arrested one day.” You say as you pull off your helmet.

“Not if I have you with me. You’re my lucky charm, love.”

“You’re so… corny.” You can feel your cheeks heat up at his words regardless and you knock your fist against his helmet again at the sight of his smug grin. “If I were that lucky, you wouldn’t have fallen into the fountain.”

Heeseung’s face falls into a grimace when he remembers how uncomfortably wet his clothes were. He pulls his own helmet off, running his hand through his damp hair a few times. “Right, can I shower here?”

“Obviously. You’ll get sick if you stay in those clothes.” Both of you head towards your apartment doors, unlocking the door quickly and heading to the elevator.

Heeseung leans against the wall next to you. “On second thought. Maybe I should get sick, would you take care of me?”

“No.” You both knew that you were lying.

Heeseung plays along, his stupid (hot), smug smile never leaving. “That’s harsh, love. It’s okay. I know you love me.” His smile softens when you hum in response, red spreading across your face. His hand grasps yours and he pulls you to stand in front of him, his hands going to rest on your waist while yours rest on his chest, ignoring your protest at leaning against his wet clothes. His voice is soft as he asks, “Did you have fun?”

Your smile grows and you nod, resting your head on his wet chest. “I don’t know how you always know, but thank you. I had a lot of fun, Hee.” Your arms go to wrap around him, and he responds by doing the same. You briefly think about how you’re going to have to re-dry your clothes, but the thought is banished from your mind when you feel Heeseung lean down and press a kiss to your hairline.

“Part of my saving damsel in distress talent is knowing when they’re in distress. I also woke up to your tweet about doing laundry.” Everyone who knew you knew that when you started doing your laundry of all things, especially at some god awful time like 2 a.m., that you hadn’t left your apartment for fun in more than a couple weeks. “I’m glad you had fun, love.”

His arms tighten around you and it’s peacefully quiet in the slow moving elevator. You close your eyes basking in his presence as he plays with your hair. Near the end of the elevator ride you remember that he had been trying to ask you something. “Hee?”

Heeseung hums in response, looking down at you when you pull back from him. He continues playing in your hair, brushing your strands all across your face, smiling when you scrunch your nose at him, and waiting for you to speak. “At the park, what were you trying to tell me?”

“Oh.” Heeseung’s eyes widen slightly and he opens his mouth to respond but the elevator dings instead. He sighs, then smiles and taps your nose, “I’ll tell you another day.”

He walks you out of the elevator and you raise your brow at him. “If you say so, weirdo.” Heeseung stays pressed against your back as you unlock your door. “Your clothes are in the very last drawer.”

“Aw, I have my own drawer?”

You push him off you, decidedly having had enough of his wet clothes pressing against you. “I have like 4 pairs of your pants.”

He has the decency to look somewhat embarrassed at the implication that he’s left your apartment without his pants on multiple times. “…I’m sure there’s a good reason for that.”

“Yeah, sure.” You give him a doubtful look. “You’re going to shower, change, then get out.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He leans in to quickly kiss your lips before running into your room to avoid getting swatted at.

“I mean it. I’ll kick you out if you try to stay any longer.”

You did not kick him out.

The way Heeseung’s calloused hands gripped your waist was a feeling you could never get tired of. However, your favorite feeling hands down, had to be the way his lips felt against yours. Heeseung kissed you slowly like he was taunting you, forcing you to pace yourself and not be so eager. He kissed you like he was savoring it like he was afraid that it would be the last time he would be allowed to. He kissed you senseless, tongue tracing the seam of your lips, making you forget what you had declared earlier. He left you breathless, gasping for air and gripping his pajama shirt in your fists.

He trails light kisses down your neck and along your jaw careful not to leave marks, knowing you weren’t that fond of them. With your head tilted back, you catch a glimpse of the clock on your bedside table.

[ 5:27 a.m. ]

“Shit.” You reluctantly push Heeseung away, struggling as he somewhat fights against you. “It’s bedtime, go lay in your corner.”

“I can’t sleep next to you?” The fake pout he is sporting is evident to you even without looking at him as you make sure your alarm is on. “You don’t trust me?”

“No. Last time you asked me if trusted you, you made me almost burn down my apartment.”

Heeseung tsks but still settles away from you on the bed. “It’s not my fault you can’t multi task, love.” He sulks against the wall and you giggle quietly as you sneak glances in his direction as you settle down on your side of the bed. “I just want to touch you.”

You fully turn to look at him with a raised eyebrow. He turns back to meet your gaze before clarifying what he meant. “I meant cuddling. There’s time for anything else later.”

“Right... You stay over there and I will sleep.” You close your eyes to Heeseung staring at you.

Except after 15 minutes you still couldn’t sleep and Heeseung was still staring at you. You groan softly, pretending to not want to give in to what Heeseung wants. “Get over here. You stare too hard.”

Heeseung shuffles across the bed before you even finish your sentence, loosely taking you into his arms. “Good night, love.”

“Good night, Hee.”

Heeseung loses track of time as he stares at you while you try to sleep, his gaze soft and loving. A gentle hand comes up to brush the stray hairs from your face without disturbing your peace. He leans in to press a kiss to your forehead before he wraps his arms around you bringing you impossibly closer to him resting your head against his chest and continuing to stare down at you. You shift in your sleep a little, moving your head so he can have a better view of your face.

Heeseung smiles softly and then thinks back to the unofficial date he had taken you on. While he was successful in his attempt to relieve your stress, he was unsuccessful in his attempt to ask you to officially be his. Somehow it was even more nerve wracking than when he had first come to you with your current arrangement nearly six months ago.

You had finally broken up with your shitty boyfriend and started talking to all your friends again. During a party, you, Heeseung, and a couple of other friends had snuck away from the main party with a couple of bottles of alcohol and just sat and talked. At some point, the conversation turned to you and your breakup to which you had answered that you were done with romantic relationships and just wanted to kiss someone every now and then. Weeks later Heeseung couldn’t get the thought of what you said out of his head and eventually gathered up the courage to approach you with the idea to be friends with benefits and you agreed.

At the time Heeseung considered it a win, but since then his feelings for you have grown exponentially and he regrets the way he friend zoned himself. As much as he thinks you like him back, there was still no guarantee you would agree to actually date him since the premise for this had been no romance in the first place. He sighs, settling down to sleep. “Wish I could be your boyfriend.” He mumbles, “I’d treat you so much better than that asshole.”

“Maybe if you ask properly, your wish will come true.” His startled gasp makes you giggle as you crack an eye open.

“How long have you been awake??”

“I never went to sleep. I told you, you stare too hard.” You shake your head to refocus. “That’s not important. You should ask.”

“Ask what?” You deadpan at him. “Oh.” He sits up a little and scratches the back of his neck, a light blush dusting his cheeks, the most awkward you had seen him since you first met him. You prop your head up on his chest with your hands.

Seeing your face clearly in the moonlight helps to ease Heeseung’s nerves just a bit. “Y/n, my love… Will you be my girlfriend?”

Your responding smile is an image Heeseung will never be able to forget. The way you seem to shine even brighter and are able to easily render Heeseung breathless is a talent that only you possess.

Instead of responding verbally, you lean in close and press a gentle, chaste kiss to his lips once, twice, three times, smiling in between each one. The both of you are giggling together, smiling so wide your cheeks hurt. “Is that a yes?”

You kiss him once more and then rest your forehead against his and whisper, “Yes.”

"i could treat you like no other"

a/n :: send help i spent a fuckton of hrs on this and idek why lord help me pls give me feedback!! like and reblog <3

#heeseung imagines #heeseung soft hours #heeseung x you #heeseung x yn #heeseung x reader #heeseung fluff #heeseung oneshots #lee heeseung #enhypen heeseung #enhypen imagines #kpop imagines #enhypen oneshots #kpop oneshots #sv.lhs ☆ #sv.enha ☆ #sv.imagines ☆ #sv.oneshot ☆ #sv.softie ☆ #sv.xreader ☆ #sv.library ☆

[wrenrogue]

Kuroken AU where Kuroo looks through Kenma's tablet notes app for some passwords Kenma told him would be there. He finds what he needs but scrolling through the notes he finds something else. He finds a note, last updated three weeks ago and titled "Kuro" and nothing else.

It's a list and a pretty long one at that. It goes like this:

Favorite Soup: Miso because he's boring, but sometimes he prefers it with clam or fish balls because he likes his docosahexaenoic acid

Favorite Suit Fabric: Worsted wool, because he likes how comfortable it is, but many of his current ones are a polyester blend for less wrinkles. I prefer him in silk though

Favorite Tie: Standard sized with basic patterns like stripes or polka dots because he "needs to be professional but not too much that he loses personality." Buy him novelty ties sparingly or he'll be tempted to wear the tackiest ones everyday like a high school science teacher

Favorite color: Red and blue in equal amounts since that's what makes up half his clothes in our closet. I don't think he's noticed yet. Black is my favorite color on him, especially when it's form fitting

Favorite Dessert: Dorayaki, but he doesn't have much of a sweet tooth because he's an old man that likes salty foods more

Favorite Onigiri Filling: Umeboshi because it reminds him of his grandparents

Favorite Vending Machine Drink: Chilled green tea because it's not sweet for his old man taste buds

Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Vanilla like his sex fantasies and claims it's a good base to add toppings, though he only ever adds sprinkles

Favorite Shampoo Scent: He likes green apple because he says it's a fresh scent, but we both know it's because I've been using green apple shampoo all my life and still do, and he's too lazy to buy his own shampoo now that he lives with me

Favorite Laundry Detergent and Fabric Softener Brands: 'Attack' because that's what his dad uses and 'FaFa' because he finds the brand bear mascot cute

Favorite Alcoholic Beverage: Whiskey on the rocks and calls it his big boy drink. He also likes warm shochu in the winter

Favorite Sports Shoe Brand: ASICS, he likes to have a white pair to coordinate with his suits when he needs to be on the court on business. He keeps separate black ones for his sport activities so the business ones stay clean longer

Favorite Flower: Camellia, since he brings them to me all the time. I asked the gardener to plant some in the back garden, so he can have a supply closer to home

Favorite Type of Fish: Mackerel because it's affordable and high in nutrients

Coffee or Tea? He prefers hot teas without any sugar, but his coffee must be black if he drinks it, because he's boring and a tired salaryman. DO NOT give him espresso though, he can't handle it and also do not offer creamers or sugars because he claims it's for the youths

Things He Needs:

New socks, I saw some holes on his work socks the other day

New cologne, because he's running out and I like him smelling nice

More shaving cream and razors since he doesn't like how scratchy his skin feels, even though I like it

A new dress shirt since I accidentally spilled sauce on one of his favorite ones when I wore it and I couldn't clean the stain off

More hoodies so I can steal his old ones permanently

New volleyball equipment for the backyard so he can practice at home

New ties because all my tugging him down for kisses ruined the fabric of many of the ones he currently has

A new bento box for his lunch since he's still using the one from university

iPhone, Apple Watch, iPad because he needs to upgrade and get with the times

A copy of Pokemon Pearl so I can trade exclusives easier and also so I can beat his ass in battle

New slippers since the cats peed on his current ones while he was at work and I don't think he's caught on yet

A gaming chair so he can join me in streams and videos easier

Things He Likes (and I like):

Grocery store dates

When I win him stuffed animals at festivals

When I make him lunch for work

When I wear his shirts and nothing else

When I kiss him on the forehead before he heads off to work

Hugging him close at night when he's had a bad day

Holding my hand or having his arm over my shoulders when we're walking

When I leave the door unlocked when I'm in the shower

When I let him sleep on my lap while I play my games

Kuroo scrolled through the rest of Kenma's notes about him, it was full of things he liked and how he liked them and things he needed and why. And despite the teasing commentary in some, Kuroo couldn't help but feel loved.

They were all observations, things Kuroo hadn't even noticed about himself; and they were quiet, detailed and sometimes snarky, typical of Kenma. He reached the end of the very very long list to what must've been the newest update from three weeks ago.

It read: Ring Size - 67 mm in circumference, I'll need to ask what size that is for rings at the jewelers.

Kuroo wanted to kiss him. And he did when Kenma got home later that day from the errand he had to run that afternoon.

Kenma barely leaves the genkan before Kuroo has him in his arms, kissing him fervently "What's gotten into you?" Kenma asks, a little dazed and a couple inches off the floor for optimal kissing distance.

Kuroo lowers Kenma down, but doesn't let go "I'm just so in love with you."

Kenma looks up at him, admiration very evident, "I love you too."

It's a quiet night for them, Kuroo finds himself with his head on Kenma's lap as they watch the latest volleyball ball match of the season. Kuroo comments on a failed play and how it would've been better if they'd done it another way.

"Easily the worst play this game, right Kenma?" Silence. "Kenma?" Kuroo looks up at Kenma, expecting him to be on his phone, but instead he's looking down at him, eyes smiling, but a hint of nervousness, a hint of shyness not typical of Kenma.

At least not when it comes to Kuroo. Kuroo reaches up to caress Kenma's cheek, "Everything alright?"

Kenma brings his hand over Kuroo's, "I'm just so in love with you."

Kuroo snorts "That's my line"

"Can it be my line too?"

"You can have anything you want," Kuroo whispers as he turns his hand to hold Kenma's instead.

"Can I have your hand then?" Kenma says threading his fingers with Kuroo's.

"You're holding it?"

Kenma scrunches his nose "Wrong hand."

Kuroo raises his other one, "This one?"

Kenma rolls his eyes, digging through his hoodie pocket "Not the right hand either." He takes out a ring, a simple platinum band with small neat stones around it, "This hand."

Kuroo looks from the ring in Kenma's hand to his face and back to the ring. "Ring Size: 67 mm in circumference. I'll need to ask what size that is for rings at the jewelers" the last update on Kenma's list had said.

"Tetsurou, will you marry me?"

Kuroo answers by leaning up and kissing the love of his life.

Kenma responds quickly, dragging and rearranging Kuroo on top of him, game forgotten as they remained liplocked for the rest of the evening.

"So is that a yes?" Kenma asks coyly as he draws shapes on Kuroo's chest.

They might've done more than kiss on their couch if their pants on the carpet were any indication of that. Kuroo rubs his chin, pretending to think, "I think it's only fair to elope now that you've deflowered me"

Kenma scowls pinching Kuroo's nipple making him yelp in pain, "I change my mind. I don't want your hand in marriage."

"No take backs," Kuroo pinches Kenma's ass in revenge. "Besides I found the list that proves you love me" he teases

"What list?"

"The one on your tablet in your notes where you list all my favorite things"

"You found that??"

"Yeah, this morning when I was looking for those passwords you told me were there"

"Oh" Kenma says, face red trying to cover it with his hair, "Well, you have a list of me too"

Kuroo tucks Kenma's hair behind his ear so he can see his face again, "Yeah, I do" he looks at him with fond eyes, "I'm just so in love with you."

Kenma smiles, fondness and admiration evident as he looks at Kuroo, "I'm just so in love with you too," he says as he leans down to kiss Kuroo once more as tenderly as he feels for the love of his life.

They spend the rest of their night in each other's arms, ring long forgotten, until the next morning when they find it between the cushions.

Kuroo finally says Yes when Kenma asks again for his hand in marriage over breakfast, slipping the ring on his finger, 67 mm in circumference.

#kuroken #kuroo tetsurou #kozume kenma #meow #2021 #ficlet

[mydearzero]

✶ MYDEARZERO STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST ✶ 

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18+ MINORS DNI

🌊 = angst 🧸= fluff 🌶 = smut

The Last Three Sins Part I Part II 🌶

You have a thing for Eddie's hands. He takes notice.

Freakshow 🧸

You're surrounded and try to drown out the taunting, but it seems impossible. Your long time crush Eddie Munson comes to your rescue.

Make-Up Sex 🌶🌶🌶

Your best friend Eddie asked you to do his make-up. Innocent, right? But your back is hurting, and sitting on his lap seems like the perfect solution.

Marinara Sauce 🧸🌊

Eddie's day couldn't get any worse. Everything was going to shit, until he found reader and Dustin in his trailer cooking him dinner.

Heavenly 🌶🌶

You overhear the cheer squad gossiping about you and Eddie and decide to tune in. You didn't expect them to talk about your sex life, time for a little demonstration.

Old Leather 🧸

You and Eddie were very different people. But that's exactly what you liked about each other.

All The Pretty Parts 🧸🌊

You didn't understand how Eddie could be with you when there were people so much skinnier than you who he could date. Eddie wanted to make sure those thoughts were left far behind.

You’re Out 🧸🌊

Mike makes a nasty comment about your weight. Eddie steps in.

Starboy 🧸

You're infatuated with Eddie Munson and decide to start leaving him notes in his locker. He doesn't know it's you, does he?

girlsgirlsgirls (Platonic!Eddie x wlw!Reader) 🧸

Eddie is your soulmate, your best friend. You couldn't help but be scared to come out. But you knew he'd accept you.

Laundry Day 🌶🌶🌶

Eddie tried to do his own laundry and shrunk his Hellfire shirt to a devilishly small size. You couldn't help yourself, you had to stare.

Charmed (Wiccan!Reader) 🧸

Eddie didn't understand Max's cousin's strange obsession with rocks. But he actually really liked you, so he'd try.

Shifting Point 🌊🌊🌊 (tw: drug abuse)

Eddie couldn't do this anymore. You were destroying yourself and, in turn, destroying Eddie. You had to get better.

Posters on the Wall 🌶🌶🌶

Your bedroom is covered in posters of your celebrity crush; Kirk Hammett. It's not until Steve points it out that you notice a... similarity to another metalhead you know.

The Search For The Aboleth 🌶🌶 🌶🌊 (dark!Eddie tw: noncon)

Eddie's new campaign is brutal. But what happens when you get sucked into the game of D&D, Jumanji style, and encounter Eddie under the mind-control of a vicious beast?

Vocal Exercise 🌶🌶🌶

Your band is about to compete against Corroded Coffin in Battle of the Bands and you're way too nervous. Eddie might just know something to take the edge off (hint: it's not drugs)

Hit It 🌶🌶 🧸

Argyle loves fucking you in the back of his van

#mydearzero #stranger things x reader #stranger things angst #stranger things fanfic #stranger things smut #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things blurb #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x y/n #smut #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson angst #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #argyle smut #argyle x reader #argyle fluff #argyle stranger things #argyle #argyle fanfiction #argyle fic

[hannahyesss]

Last year was a remarkable one for me. I started a new career that I love and find challenging and rewarding. I fell in love with exercise and gave up feeling guilty about eating, and now I’m getting into the best shape of my life. I turned thirty. I jumped back into writing fanfiction and drawing fan art. I made new friends (and gave up on some friendships). And I’m poor as hell because I spent a month in Europe during the summer, and my school district hates teachers! But honestly, I’m so happy to be here. We’re already a week into the new year, and I can really sense that this is going to be a tough one, yet I feel ready to take it on.

Instead of a New Year’s Resolution, each year, I pick a word or theme. Every time I have a choice, I ask myself: which action would align with my overall values for the year? My theme last year was “Health.” Mental, physical, emotional, etc. I’d ask myself “Is this healthy for me?” Should I take a solo trip to Portugal? Should I eat pastries for breakfast? Should I go for a run? (The answer to all of these was yes.)

Here is how I embodied “Health” in 2023.

I had ADHD for nearly thirty years and didn’t know it. In that time, I graduated from high school and college and earned my graduate degree. When I reflect on how I achieved these things without the slightest idea I had a combination type ADHD, there are two things that stand out to me.

First, for most of my life, my anxiety has been debilitating and has kept me on track in a very rigid, uncomfortable way. Fearing that I would miss a deadline, my brain used to cycle through checks almost compulsively—which assignment is due? Did I pay my doctor’s bill? Do I have enough money in the bank? I was always at least twenty minutes early to everything because I was terrified of being late. I did my homework in class during work time because I didn’t want to bring it home and forget. (I was also very lucky that I took naturally to traditional education—I had good teachers in high school, but the curriculum was also very easy for me.)

Anxiety is an excellent mask for ADHD—but the cost is constant exhaustion.

Second, I have always gravitated towards jobs that keep me on my feet and running around solving problems. I managed a retail boutique for about five years which suited my ADHD very, very well. I was never involved with a task for more than fifteen minutes at a time. If I’m creating a book order and a customer walks in, I’ve got to stop my current task for a short amount of time and come back to it. I could always switch my brain very easily from one task to the next. Very stimulating! I’m a teacher now, and it’s basically the same thing.

By 2019, however, my anxiety had become so unmanageable that I couldn’t look at my bank account, I couldn’t keep my apartment clean, and I couldn’t even begin to think about doing laundry. I began working with my therapist specifically on getting my anxiety under control. It was really hard work! It involved identifying triggers and sitting with exceptionally uncomfortable feelings without judgment of myself. The story of getting a firm handle on anxiety is fairly long, so I’ll skip over several years of work to say that my anxiety is manageable now.

It took years, but my constant state of high energy anxiety has calmed significantly. While this is good, I had no idea what it was masking. ADHD symptoms began to take over my life. I cried all the time because I kept losing my phone or I set my keys down somewhere stupid or I was starting to be late to everything. Laundry was even more of a herculean task and keeping my apartment clean was a constant battle. Tackling anxiety with my therapist helped me see that untidiness is not a moral issue, but damn! I was still frustrated that I tripped over stuff or that my clothes were never clean! My therapist started squinting at me as these problems cropped up, and eventually, they were like, “These are fairly classic ADHD symptoms.”

I really, really resisted this diagnosis. I had been fine fine fine for my whole life. I have a Master’s degree! I’m a teacher! If it’s hard for me to do laundry, it’s just because I don’t like doing laundry. If it’s hard for me to brush my teeth twice a day, it just means I’m a person with poor hygiene. And the thing is, I was completely capable of doing these things. I did them all the time! It’s just that I felt so tired, and it was just a matter of forcing myself to get it done. After all, does anyone really like doing chores?

“But I don’t think you understand how much harder you’re working to do them,” my therapist argued.

“It’s hard for everyone,” I remember saying.

“Right, but for the ADHD brain, you have to use a lot more energy to get started and to get finished the things you don’t want to do.”

All right, fine. That might be true.

So I started to accept that I miiiiiight have ADHD. My mom was shocked when I told her and insisted she didn’t remember me bouncing around or having trouble keeping up with assignments in school. (Except that wasn’t…actually true. I had a gazillion late assignments in elementary school but then I switched from private school to public in sixth grade, and school became much easier. I could keep up because I was usually finished before other kids.)

But diagnosis seemed impossible. I didn’t want to go through the whole debacle of setting up a doctor’s appointment, calling insurance, finding someone to assess me, yada yada yada. (Side note: the cruelest thing to do to a person with undiagnosed ADHD is to make them jump through a lot of administrative hoops to get to their diagnosis. Which is exactly what you have to do.)

At the same time, my sister was going through her own journey of getting an ADHD diagnosis. However, when she began treatment for ADHD, I wasn’t particularly surprised because her behaviors looked much more like classic symptoms to me. She went on meds as soon as she could and told me that it just felt like she wasn’t so tired anymore. That she could just… do things. And like, yeah, speed can do that for a person. But honestly, I was thinking I could use some controlled substances to boost my brain energy if they’d give them to me.

By the time I was able to get in with a psychologist, I was already most of the way through my first year as a teacher. I couldn’t sit through curriculum planning meetings without getting lost in the conversation, I couldn’t keep my mind focused during my own lesson planning, and I couldn’t fucking grade papers for more than ten minutes at a time. Damn, though, I was really good at pretending I was a well-functioning adult. I can lie my ass off, and I am a fairly good actor, so I was terrified the psychologist was going to tell me that it wasn’t ADHD—I’m just lazy and dumb and I need to try harder.

Shockingly, this is not what he told me. He said I have combined type ADHD which means hyperactive and inattentive. Hilariously, he said since Covid started, he has seen a huge influx of teachers getting diagnosed. It’s a job that attracts ADHD types because you’re never doing the same thing for long and it’s just constant stimulation. (I was chatting with a fellow teacher friend about it who also has ADHD—two other teacher friends overheard our conversation, grimaced at each other, and muttered that they might need to make appointments with their doctors too…)

Pretty soon I started meds, and it was life-changing. I realized that I was using food for stimulation for most of my life which was why it was so fucking hard to keep a healthy weight. I can now run longer distances because I’m not sabotaging myself by constantly remembering how bored I am or how much I want to stop. Grading papers still sucks but I can now grade for a few hours at a time, take well-planned breaks, and then jump back into it. Although not officially designated a symptom of ADHD, my Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria is much more manageable. I’m not constantly critiquing myself in the mirror anymore.

It’s truly been fascinating to see these changes in the last six months.

That’s not to say I’m cured or things are super great all the time. Laundry is still a struggle and I spent most of my weekend just lounging around the apartment (and called it rest). Last week, I increased my Adderall dosage to 15mg because what worked in the summer when I’m off work is NOT enough during the school year. In any case, I’ve been reflecting on how my diagnosis has helped me to see areas of growth in my life. Instead of “oh, I’m just an impulsive shopper,” it’s more like, “Oh, you are very susceptible to targeted ads. Let’s be cognizant of that and create a check system that helps you decide if you really need to buy that thing.”

I’ve learned that ADHD is NOT an excuse. I do NOT get to opt out hard things because of neurodivergence (I mean, sometimes yeah, I do, but not all the time, lol). Instead, it’s been a fun challenge to assess what I feel like I can’t do and figure out a way to trick my brain or work with my cute little weirdo brain to get shit done. I love puzzles! And damn if my brain isn’t one huge puzzle.

So here’s my advice: there is no such thing as laziness. If your problem is that you think you’re lazy, but since laziness doesn’t exist, it has to be something else. It could be ADHD—it could also be that you expect someone else to do the thing for you or that you’re depressed or that doing that thing you’re ignoring just isn’t something you care about.

Keep reflecting and remembering that you are not static.

Book recommendation: How to Keep House While Drowning by KC Davis

#2023 personal reflection #it’s actually just a reflection of my adhd diagnosis

[thingsmysplattershotjrtoldme]

DRIZZLE SEASON 2023

I'm going to do a bit of analysis this time on things I found interesting!

First of all, we'll be getting an Anniversary Splatfest - Who would be the Best leader of Deep Cut? Shiver, Frye, or Big Man? (Team Frye rise up and get our girl her win!)

Then along with some badges and banners (as well as double chances of 10x battles), we'll be getting the Deep Cut Amiibos in November! Can't wait for my wallet to cry!

Last of the Twitter updates is that we're getting a Big Run literally the day the new season drops. No news on where or if there's a new King yet!

Now onto the trailer!

First off, more new music! From what we hear in the trailer I like it! Not nearly as much as Yoko and The Gold Bazookas, but it's definitely Splatoony!

Mixing up the order a bit, we have two NEW maps! Pretty sure everyone thought Crableg Capital was Saltspray on the first few seconds, but it appears to be a mid city construction site (perhaps it will come back completed in Splatoon 4 like Hammerhead?) And the other new map is Shipshape Cargo Co., which seems to be a cargo ship in the middle of the artic (how are these kids wearing tees and sandals here without freezing?) I'm no map expert, so I'll leave the good map/bad map debate to more experienced players, but I really like the look of these!

Next are the two new weapons - Dread Wringer and Heavy Edit Splatling! Dread Wringer seems to be a laundry or mop bucket with a wringer attachment that launches two shots per swing. And the Heavy Edit looks like it's a mix between a highlighter and a correction fluid bottle, but I could be mistaken. It seems to have nearly perfect accuracy.

The Gold Dynamo is finally here! And it got clowned on the entire trailer. So it's back but at what cost?

Next up is a cool new feature! The ability to adjust the position of your hat and the size of your shirt (possibly more?) This personally is my favorite feature shown so far, since I ADORE the fashion in this game (pwease give us more gear that just catalog based Nintendo I am BEGGING you)

Next up, Salmon Run! We get the returning stage Salmonid Smokeyard, which I have never played on, so hopefully it's not as horrible as Marooners! And new gloopsuits! With patterns! Fancy! And seeing as the last time we got new suits we got returning Splat 2 Salmon Run gear, that probably means we'll be getting more of those in the shop (I still have two peices I need to get 😭)

New Tableturf cards which reveals the new weapon kits we're getting - Bloblobber, Tristringer, Ballpoint, Brella, Gootuber, Sloshing Machine, Gold Dynamo and Octobrush(plus the two new weapons!) Also now have cards for the Salmon Kings in the illustrated style! I don't think any other salmon cards are illustrated except Lil' Buddy.

And lastly, new challenges! A previously leaked by Nintendo themselves mode with a modded Rainmaker that shoots 3 shots, a fast swimming mode and another special based one, this time with Inkjet!

Currently very excited for this season! Let me know what you all think!

#Splatoon 3 #Splatoon #Drizzle season #I'm trying to keep hype so please don't be too negative about it #Long post

[thesims4blogger]

The Sims 4: New Game Patch (October 31st, 2023)

Following last week’s Laundry List, there is a new game patch out today. It brings new halloween themed onesies and a new feature aimed for new players: Discovery Quests. Read all about them below.

If you have auto updates enabled in Origin’s “Application Settings”, the game will auto-update once you open Origin. If you have auto-updates disabled, you will need to manually update by clicking the game in your library.

To ensure your game is up to date, check the game version found in Documents > EA > The Sims 4 > GameVersion.txt. Your game should now read: PC: 1.102.190.1030 / Mac: 1.102.190.1230 / Console: Version 1.82

Hello Simmers-

It’s time for a new update. In this release we have a new feature and improvements to the Gallery text moderation. We also bring a number of bug fixes, some of which were reported and voted up by Simmers over on Answers HQ.

Enough of the formalities, let’s jump straight in and take a look at What’s New…

The Sims Team

What’s New?

Today we begin rolling out a new feature: Discovery Quests! What is a Discovery Quest you ask? So glad you did! Discovery Quests are Quests that help you Discover more cool things about the game! You want to know even more? Sure thing! These Quests will point out key parts of gameplay and help you learn about features and activities key to a great Sims 4 experience.

But wait! There’s more! If you play through a Discovery Quest, you can claim some in-game rewards! You can add more to your Sim’s household from Simoleons to potions and even satisfaction points. What all can you do and claim? You’re so inquisitive! We love that! Here are some quests you’ll be able to play through:

Scoring Simoleons – Explore different ways your Sims can earn money, complete this quest and earn some, you guessed it, Simoleons!

Navigating Needs – Understand the different Needs your Sims have and how to keep your Sims happy

Skillful Sims – Navigate and learn how to help your Sims gain new skills and level up their lives

You and Your Phone – Phones offer your Sims many capabilities, explore this quest to learn more about everything you can navigate through your phone

Lifelong Aspirations – This quest is all about how Sims can work through and eventually complete their aspirations

Always on the Move – Your Sim would love to see the world beyond their home, let them experience new Worlds

You can find the Discovery Quests settings in Game Options under Tutorials & Tips.

We are also bringing a new context aware profanity checking system for all Gallery Uploads, Comments and Player Bio in all languages that The Sims 4 supports. While this is new for The Sims 4, the systems are currently used beyond The Gallery so they have been battle tested.

Bug Fixes

Base Game

Backpacks are great for storing things but having one in your lot won’t prevent your Sim from putting books away on the shelves. Leaves more room in your backpack for important things like snacks.

Korean – During the “Aliens Stole My Parents“ scenario, the “take a vacation“ option will be unavailable and the correct tooltip displayed explaining why now isn’t a great time to take a vacation.

English – Custom pronouns will be correctly reflected in the Odd Job Freelance Career

Loading into your home lot should greet you with your household and not error code 123:4a01697a:4adea999; prepare to accept the Welcome Wagon neighbors to your home.

Completing the Au Revoir, Lewis! In the Stuck in their Shadow Scenario will progress to the next goal instead of getting stuck. Now, time to go check that mail box.

Speaking of the Stuck in their Shadow Scenario, ever get those Mysterious Phone Calls? Nope? Well you should get them now without needing to take your Sim into Create-a-Sim and back.

Toddlers grow up so fast, but for right now, they will be able to grab a snack or drink from the Always Has A Snack-Bag lunchbox without going through a dramatic and sudden growth spurt first.

Starting the Finding Love After a Breakup Scenario will no longer drop you to the map with exception error code 121:8a89078a:d528d17c.

Sims that gain an extra trait can now be edited in Create-a-Sim.

Talking of procrastinating, when your Sim sits down to write a book or term paper they should do just that and not pick up the nearest book and start reading instead. Now, where is our basketball?

After a caterer has made food for your social event, you can drag this around now to place it where you like, useful for getting candles on a cake if your caterer isn’t great at placing the cake somewhere useful.

Dirty dishes can go anywhere, especially during student life. Who hasn’t found that one plate and multiple forks or spoons under their bed after detecting that odd aroma? Ohh, just us? Anyway apparently that isn’t where you should put them, and now neither will Sims who used to put them in the most distant parts of the home. Now they should show a bit more home pride and place dirty dishes in appropriate locations.

Removing skin details in Create-a-Sim should no longer generate a lastUIException for (AS)widgets.CAS.Customizer::CatalogPanel and instead will remove the skin details from your Sim as expected.

Stereo and Radio objects upgraded to Unbreakable shouldn’t break, no matter how hard you try. Problem was that the more determined Sims were finding the one weakness. These have been repaired free of charge and your Sims taught not to bend it that way again.

Console

The game should no longer enter an unrecoverable state when launching the game for the first time and accepting the User Agreements using a Mouse and Keyboard.

For Simmers using the Controls Legend, the callouts on the Gallery will be easier to read.

The Controls Legend in the Gallery will no longer display that you can block/unblock a player while navigating your Connections and not highlighting another Simmer.

For players that have disabled the Controls Legend in Game Options > Other, the Gallery will now respect those settings.

The Controls Legend being enabled will not display the Sim switch prompts (PlayStation – L1/R1, Xbox – LB/RB) in CAS if you only have a one Sim household

Opening the Cheats panel while on the Main Menu won’t keep it stuck open when you are done. The cheat panel can now be closed again.

While cooking, the shoulder buttons (PlayStation – L1/R1, Xbox – LB/RB) will switch between recipe filters as expected.

Gallery Server

Entering a stop word (AND, WITH, OR etc.) in your Gallery search will no longer return zero results. For example: “Cat with Dog” will show you results for you to bring into your game. We will be continuing to update the Gallery search functionality to better handle stop words in the future, but you should get results now.

Viewing an upload was only displaying one page of comments meaning you couldn’t view everything if there were lots of responses. Now you can keep scrolling to read all the available comments.

City Living

You know when you have something important to work on and then you procrastinate, and maybe play a little basketball before getting back to it before… basketball? Well we told the Sims that if they didn’t focus we’d take their basketball away, they can play later. So now Sims should no longer stop their important tasks to autonomously go and play basketball.

Discover University

Russian – A typo on the “Accept as new Roommate“ interaction has been addressed, thanks to AHQ Heroes for raising this issue.

Seasons

Sims that celebrate Neighborhood Brawl Holiday will no longer have negative sentiments towards each other afterwards, such is the power of the holidays.

Island Living

Mermaids tend to like the ocean, or the streets of New York City if our 1984 movie history serves us right. What you might not know is that they enjoy the odd mud bath too, or rather they do now since they will stop complaining about a routing error when trying to take one.

Thalassophobia, or the fear of deep water, is real and some Sims were becoming tense even when not near the ocean. Now the moodlet should only apply if the Sim is swimming.

Eco Lifestyle

The Juice Fizzer (juiceFizzer_EP09GEN_set1) will do what it’s expected to do, fizz your juice and not get stuck on the fizzing part of the function.

Snowy Escape

Yamachan will no longer enter your homes even if you use a Neighborhood Action Plan. If Yamachan is already in your home, you can tell them to leave using the Send Home interaction.

Cottage Living

Rabbits can be very thoughtful; one in particular was giving away items tagged as DEBUG for PC and Mac Simmers or UNKNOWN for console Simmers,as gifts like the Cow Flower. This gift has been removed from the rabbit’s stash and will not be presented to your Sims.

High School Years

Sims attending the Copperdale Pier together can enjoy the attractions, they can even ride solo or together. The tunnel of love is still reserved for potential love interests though.

#news #the sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 #game update

[thebonnevillegamepodcast]

It's time to learn a little more about our lead characters!

Araminta "Minty" Lam

Full Name: Araminta Joy Lam Nicknames: Minty, Mint, and the Spooky Girl Age: 25 Birthday: November 22 Pronouns: She/Her Gender: Female Orientation: Bisexual Height: 5’4” Nationality: Chinese and Filipino American Religion: Spiritual but not religious  Place of Birth: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Occupation: Supernatural Podcaster (The Night Owls of Philly) and Graphic Designer Face Model: Lydia Shum and Joyce Cheng Voice: Rachanee Lumayno

Minty is excitable and bubbly. She's a kind-hearted, friendly, and cheerful spooky goth girl. She can be one-track minded, especially when it comes to anything related to the supernatural. This can make Minty seem rude when she’s just bulldozing right past someone’s point or attempt at changing the topic. She’s a little too confident in her knowledge of the occult, believing she can handle whatever is thrown at her because she’s seen a lot of scary movies. She’d never be “stupid” like a horror movie character would be.

She’s a healthy skeptic. She doesn’t believe everything she hears and prefers to investigate before she buys into something. She knows there are a lot of scam artists out there that will take advantage of people who believe in the supernatural.

Minty desperately wants to find proof of ghosts and the afterlife. So far, she’s come up empty and that disappoints her.

She is very family oriented and gets along with most of her family. Her father passed away when she was young, and she currently lives with her mom and older sister.

Likes: Her friends and family, horror and sci-fi, romcoms, queer media, socks, laughing at Hallmark movies with her mom and sister, scary stories, podcasts, podcasting, autumn, rainstorms, MST3K, rock, death rock, goth rock, post punk, rockabilly, coffee shops, and video games

Dislikes: Humidity, feet, styrofoam, doing laundry, glue smell, cold fries, wearing pants, beer, fatphobia, and flies

Favorite Foods: Grilled Cheese and Pickle Sandwiches, Siopao Asado, Picarones, Hong Kong Egg Tarts, Egg and Banana Roti, Mooncakes, and Wawa Soft Pretzels

Favorite Drinks: Boba Milk Tea and Amaretto Sour

Favorite Animal: Bats

Favorite Color: Green

Laura Bates

Full Name: Laura Marion Bates Nicknames: Laurie, Lulu, Lars, and Lala Age: 25 Birthday: March 4 Pronouns: She/Her Gender: Female Orientation: Lesbian Height: 5’6” Nationality: Black American Religion: Agnostic, but exploring Witchcraft Place of Birth: Somewhere in Pennsylvania (It'll be revealed later!) Occupation: Supernatural Podcaster (The Night Owls of Philly) and Accountant Face Models: Bern Nadette Stanis and Cicely Tyson Voice: Krystal Gem

While Laura’s love of all things supernatural and macabre could rival Minty’s, she’s a lot less excitable. She’s sarcastic with deadpan sense of humor without being cynical. Laura is blunt about her opinions, but she has some sense of tact. She can be just as dorky as Minty and she feels absolutely no shame about it. Life is too short to worry about what other people think.

Laura is a natural born leader. She’s talented and brilliant, but she doesn’t trust people easily. Minty and Ingrid are the only two people she truly trusts. She struggles with her self-worth and PTSD, preferring to fight her inner demons in private. Laura doesn’t reach out for help nearly as often as she should. She is a lot better at helping other people with their problems and she’s a humanitarian at heart.

Likes: The macabre, scary movies, Halloween, autumn, the countryside, small cottages and cabins, farms, theme parks (especally abandoned ones), sci-fi, the Star Battles franchise, terrible YA romance books and movies, murder mysteries, punk rock, reading, books, video games, dark academia, and cottagecore

Dislikes: Talking about her past, washing dishes by hand, heights, parking, this economy, balloons, and sports

Favorite Foods: Seafood, Croquettes, Chocoflan, Philly Cheesesteak, Sweet Potato Muffins, Pineapple Salsa, and Guava Pastries

Favorite Drinks: Strawberry Mint Tea and Long Island Iced Tea

Favorite Animal: Horses

Favorite Color: Orange

Ingrid Sullenberger

Full Name: Ingrid Ellen Sullenberger Nicknames: Inga, Ingri, and Ing Age: 24 Birthday: February 22 Pronouns: She/Her Gender: Female Orientation: Pansexual Height: 5’3" Nationality: White American (German, Norwegian, and English) Religion: Pagan Place of Birth: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Occupation: Supernatural Podcaster (The Night Owls of Philly) and Tattoo Artist Face Models: Macha Méril and Lynn Lowry Voice: Kat Walker Shea

Ingrid is soft-spoken and timid. She can be shy, but once she feels comfortable, she loves to talk! She seems like she would be the polar opposite of Minty, but she’s just as into horror, spooky things, and alternative culture. She just also really likes cutesy things and romance movies.

Most of her tattoos are also very easy to hide with clothing, making her appear more conservative than she actually is. While she's gained respect in the tattoo community, she does still stick out like a sore thumb among her own.

She’s a pushover and she lacks assertiveness. While she’ll always come through in a clutch, she is the easiest to scare. She must overcome her intense fears to help Minty go toe-to-toe with O'Malley the Smiling Demon. She's the type of person who forces herself to power through her terror. Ingrid is incredibly kind and she has a strong sense of empathy.

She believes in the paranormal and she takes it deathly serious. She will often butt heads with Minty over not being cautious enough. She and Laura don't always agree on matters of the supernatural, but immensely respect each other.

Likes: Tattoos, tattoo artistry, drawing, paganism, witchcraft, scary movies, Halloween, Christmas, romance movies, cute accessories, stuffed spiders, sweets, animals, autumn, sweaters, musicals, cinema history, the beach, forests, and winter

Dislikes: Disrespecting the occult, standing up for herself, baking or cooking, animatronics, sand (it gets everywhere), and bitter foods

Favorite Foods: Strawberries, Hidden Rose Apple Toast, Pasta, Black Bean Burgers, Tacos de Papa, Potato Soup, and Russian Honey Cake

Favorite Drinks: Thai Iced Coffee and Mai Tai

Favorite Animal: Spiders

Favorite Color: Blue

Rebecca "Bex" McQuoid

Full Name: Rebecca Elspeth McQuoid Nicknames: Bex, Beck, and Becka Age: 36 Birthday: October 5 Pronouns: She/Her Gender: Female Orientation: Pansexual Height: 5’6” Nationality: White American (Scottish, Irish, and German) Religion: Atheist  Place of Birth: Bonneville, Pennsylvania Occupation: Cook at Bonneville Podcasters' Retreat Face Models: Melanie Papalia Voice: Kat Walker Shea

Bex is a little weird. You have to be a little weird when you’re raised in a white trash family in the middle of nowhere. Bex is intelligent, but flippant. Not very many things upset her, but when they do anger her, she goes from 0 to 60 in the blink of an eye. She can typically diffuse tense situations simply by a lack of reaction or by telling a joke. She generally keeps a cool head, so much so it seems like she doesn’t care. In reality, she’s tired. She’s seen some shit and she is over it.

She's friendly yet apathetic to most people when she meets them at first. She doesn't hate a lot of people either. Someone would really have to press her buttons or give her a reason to hate them. She struggles to trust people on a deeper level, yet she continues to seek out connection with others. Under all her bluster, she has a good heart. She's just used to taking care of herself with little to no help from anybody else.

She’s blunt, but she’s never intentionally hurtful. Sometimes she just sucks at wording herself. She’s never been one to brush off someone else’s hurt feelings with “I’m just being honest” either.

Her life is mostly ruled by giving into the existential dread and some form of nihilism, which can make it difficult for her to form and maintain relationships with people.

Likes: Her dog and cat, animals, money, cooking, baking, discovering new recipes and foods, working out, being outside, collecting cookbooks, oat milk, and reading

Dislikes: Cops, debt collectors, working customer service, large crowds, amusement parks, almond milk, and being seen as “soft”

Favorite Foods: Homemade Bread, Macarons, Brownies, Kimchi Carbonara, Paella, Bobotie, and Pretzel Pot Pie

Favorite Drinks: Vanilla Lattes and Corpse Reviver

Favorite Animal: Cats and Dogs

Favorite Color: Pink

#the bonnneville game #podcast #audio drama #audio drama podcast #horror comedy #Minty #Laura #Ingrid #Bex #Character Profiles

[fairy-writes]

a second option for the event? 👀 never gonna let you down for yuliy (do i write this correctly...) from sirius the jaeger? been a while since i last saw that fandom on my dash!

NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Requester: thewaterlily

Fandom(s): Sirius the Jaeger

Pairing(s): Yuliy Jirov x Gender Neutral!Reader

Song: Never Gonna Let You Down by Colbie Caillat

Genre: Fluff with some hints of angst

Notes: PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP WITH YULIY, pre-Sirius the Jaeger plotline.

I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

This is based on the song, but not a song fic because it was already getting sooo long, and I was slowly wasting away. 

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A pounding on your door in the middle of the night woke you with a startle. You instinctively wrapped your hand around the pistol under your pillow. It was a habit after being a Jaeger for so long. You silently crept toward the stairs of your home. 

The pounding continued as you descended the stairs, hand clutching your gun as you tried to peek out the window and into the rain streaking down in a torrent that flooded the street. Finally, however, once you saw just who was pounding at your door, you flung it open in haste.

It was Willard. Cold, wet, shivering and holding something covered in blankets. He said your name quietly, and you hurriedly ushered him inside. 

“What sort of time do you call this?! I thought you were still in Russia looking for—” Willard shushed you, and before you could retaliate, he uncovered the lump of whatever he was holding, draping the soaking-wet blankets over the back of the couch.

It was a boy, no older than seven or eight years old. Dressed in clothes you didn’t recognize, the boy had black hair with a shock of white plastered to his forehead. His eyes were screwed shut, and his cheeks were flushed a bright red, chest heaving as he battled whatever ailment he had. 

He was sick. That much was obvious. 

“Willard, what—”

“His name is Yuliy. I found him abandoned in Russia. Vampires destroyed his entire village.” Willard said, and your brows furrowed, taking in the boy’s sick appearance once more. Then, you spun on your heel, tucking your gun in the waistband of the pajama pants. 

“Wait—where are you going?” He asked as you left his side. You looked over your shoulder,

“To get something to help him feel better. That’s why you brought him here, right?” This effectively shut the professor up, and he set Yuliy down on the recliner in the corner of your living room, putting a new blanket over him as you rummaged through your home for things that could help.

Eventually, you came back with a set of pajamas tucked under your arm, a tray of three steaming mugs, and a towel. Willard had brought the sopping wet blankets to your laundry room and was currently talking in quiet tones to Yuliy, who still refused to open his eyes. Finally, you uncovered Yuliy and picked him up gently. He was painfully light for his age. 

He curled into your chest, one cold arm wrapping around your neck and the other clutching his wet clothes to his body in an attempt to preserve any sort of warmth.

“I’m going to help him get changed. You wait here.” You explained to Willard, who nodded. Once inside the guest bedroom, you set Yuliy down on the bed and got on your knees, so you were at eye level with him. 

“Yuliy? I need to get these clothes off of you. They’re helping keep you sick. Can you help me?” You spoke in quiet tones, and Yuliy slowly opened his eyes. You couldn’t contain your gasp. They were the most brilliant blue color, though they were hazy with exhaustion and a hint of deep, deep sadness. But nonetheless, he nodded, and you quickly got him changed, turning your back when he stripped himself of his underwear and put the new on. The pajamas were painfully oversized on him, the shirt hanging down to his thighs and the trousers having to be cinched as tight as they would go and rolled up at the bottom. 

Now dressed in dry clothes and wrapped in a blanket, he sat with his mug of hot cocoa as you dried his hair. He had his small hands wrapped tightly around the mug as Willard nursed his cup of tea. 

“What happens now, Willard?” You asked, and he frowned as he set the cup down on the coffee table. 

“I’m going to kill vampires,” Yuliy said, uttering the first words you had heard him speak. He spoke with such conviction that you actually believed he could do it. 

………………..

The first time you saw Yuliy cry was almost precisely one year after he came to live with you. Perhaps living with you wasn’t the correct phrase. He accompanied Willard on missions more often than he didn’t, but you still kept the spare bedroom made up for him for when he would come around. 

Now was one of those times. Willard was asleep on the couch, and Yuliy was upstairs in the guest bedroom. You had got up to get a glass of water when you heard his quiet cries. Your heart shattered when you heard how he tried to stifle them. Then, opening his door as silently as you could, you saw him hunched in the corner, fist to his lips as he tried to keep quiet. 

All he needed to do was look at you before you were gathering him in your lap on the bed and rocking him back and forth. He clung to your clothes, nose buried in the crook of your neck. You rubbed his back and rocked slowly, saying soft words of encouragement as he calmed down. 

“They died last week… My family. It’s the one-year anniversary.” He finally whispered, and your heart broke even more. He was trying so hard to be strong, but he was just a boy. 

“I’m supposed to be strong! I shouldn’t be crying! I should—”

“Let yourself be a child, Yuliy.” You cut him off gently and leaned your head on his. His grip tightened, and he dissolved into tears again. 

………………..

The first time you saw him kill a vampire was when he was sixteen—nine years of raising the young Sirius to the best of your abilities with Willard at your side. 

You were there through his heartaches, tears, injuries, everything. You were there when Phillip, Dorothea, and Fallon joined the little group. You had become something of a parent to all of them. They often joked that they were a family and that you and Willard were the parents.

You were hidden in wait for their mission to conclude so you could treat their injuries. You didn’t participate in fighting anymore, not after your last mission had your entire team killed years ago. But that didn’t mean you had to miss out on all the fun. 

So you waited. 

Yuliy was beautiful to watch as he fought. He twisted through the air and used his three-sectioned staff (that you had gotten for him) with such grace and practice it was mesmerizing. 

………………..

A knock on your door distracted you from your book, and you looked out the window to your left. 

It was Yuliy. 

He had been gone on a mission for weeks that he wouldn’t tell you about. He didn’t have his case with his staff which was odd. He was staring down where he was fiddling with his fingers. What was strange was his white streak of hair had gotten more prominent, and his right eye was clamped shut. 

With a frown, you opened the door,

“Yuliy? You know you don’t have to knock, right?” He shrunk in on himself, and your frown grew.

“What’s wrong?”

Before you knew it, Yuliy had wrapped his arms tightly around your middle, head in the crook of your neck like he used to when he was small. 

“He’s dead.” He whispered,

“Who?”

“Mikhail. My older brother. He got killed in a fight over the Arc.” Yuliy sounded close to tears, so you wrapped your around his shoulders and pulled him even closer. 

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” You whispered and felt hot tears soak into your skin as Yuliy began to cry. 

The two of you stood like that for a while, you rocking Yuliy back and forth much like you had when you had found him crying for the first time. His cries were quiet like always, but he never wavered and never let go. 

#fairytailwzard 700 followers #sirius the jaeger #tenrou: sirius the jaeger #yuliy jirov #sirius the jaeger yuliy #found family #gender neutral reader #yuliy jirov x reader #yuliy x reader #fairy writes

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OH THIS IS SO CUTE!!! CUTE CUTE CUTE BEYOND CUTE AHHHHHH! @nutzgunray-lvt Thank you so so much for this submission! I loved every word!

Here it is! I hope you like it! Since I headcanon Nelly's face claim to be Aimee Garcia, a Puerto Rican-Mexican American actress, I attributed that to Nelly as well.

How To Cure Jet Lag In One Easy Step

The smell of baked goods and cleaning products practically overwhelmed the house, as did Nelly's 'Now That's What I Call A Puerto Rican Christmas!' playlist. It wasn't doing a whole lot in helping Vlad get a handle on his roller-coaster of feelings and laundry list of things to do, but he figured that pretending his aunt was in the vicinity would help get his motivation going.

Unfortunately, the knowledge that she was currently in the trenches of a double shift at the hospital really killed the attempted immersion.

As did the timer for the cookies.

Growling in frustration at the contrasting smells and sounds, he switched off the music and turned off the timer. After he set his fifth batch of chocolate chip cookies on the already crowded kitchen table, he sank into his spot and put his head in his hands as he sighed heavily.

For glob's sake, why did his life have to be such a mess?

In between the existence of a vampire slayer who was hunting him down, his upcoming finals, his vampire homework, and the Christmas decorations that he promised Nelly he'd get a head start on, his brain felt like a used up, messy clump of Play Doh - and that wasn't even counting how he was adjusting to being back in the United States after his week in Siberia.

On top of adjusting back to the human sleep cycle that always left him the slightest bit grouchy, he also had jetlag to contend with. Jetlag and just under 24 hours of a sleepless flight that consisted of layover after layover.

It left him a frazzled, sleep deprived mess.

A brush against his leg startled him to the point that he banged his knee on the kitchen table, and the loud swear that left his mouth was one that he wasn't really sure if Otis would be proud of or disapproving of.

"Vladimir?"

And given how unimpressed his uncle appeared to be as he stood in the foyer, cradling a spooked Amenti in his arms, it appeared that he was the latter.

Great.

"It's not like I know what that word means, Uncle Otis," Vlad sheepishly tried justifying himself as he got up and went to give Amenti an apologetic scratch behind the ears. He was pleased to see her close her eyes and purr happily as she butted her head up into his hand.

Apology accepted, and he got cat purrs as well.

Nice.

"I heard Vikas say it once, and… I don't know, it just came to me. Look, aren't you more happy that I'm remembering spoken Elysian Code better?" he asked as he gave Amenti's nose bridge a gentle rub.

Vlad had thought that it wasn't possible for his uncle to look anymore unimpressed than he already was, but as he set Amenti down, the look he gave his nephew as he stood back up said it all.

"Remind me to remind Vikas to watch his language around you," Otis muttered moreso to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed heavily. "You may not technically be a child, but I won't tolerate any foul language coming out of your mouth, Elysian Code or not. Agreed?"

The teen barely held back from rolling his eyes as he nodded and echoed, "Agreed."

As the older vampire opened his eyes and straightened back up, his brow furrowed and his nose wrinkled as he finally caught the conflicting scents permeating the air as well as the sheer number of baked goods crowding the kitchen counters and tables.

"Vladimir…" he slowly asked as he approached the table and took a cookie for himself. "Why does the kitchen look like you're in the process of opening a bakery?" 

On any other day, a (relatively) well rested Vlad that wasn't battling jet lag and a large to-do list would have taken the question as it was: an admittedly leading question from an incredibly concerned uncle. But today, Vlad was battling jet lag and a large to-do-list, which made him suck his teeth in as he snapped, "Well it sounds to me like you already know the answer to that, don't you, Uncle Otis? You know I bake when I'm stressed, and given how you think I'm trying to go behind Nelly's back and open an at home bakery, I'm clearly really stressed out!"

He stormed into the living room and collapsed onto the couch, hugging a pillow to his face as he screamed into it. It… didn't do much to help him feel better, and really, it only made him feel ashamed at snapping at Otis the way he did. Since day one, his uncle was nothing but patient with him. From being accused of being a crazy murderer to nearly being blasted to kingdom come with the Lucis, he took it all in stride - even before he told him they were related.

When was he ever going to be a nephew that Otis would be proud of? 

From the way things were looking, It looked like it was going to be never.

As Vlad tried suffocating himself with the pillow, he could sense his uncle's swirling thoughts of guilt and worry before he entered the room. He could feel the pillow being pulled off his face and see how sad he truly was before he was exposed to light and air again, and he could tell what Otis was going to murmur before the words left his lips:

"You look exhausted, Vladimir. How much sleep have you gotten?"

The question was quietly asked with no force behind it, but it took the wind out of Vlad's sails all the same. He closed his eyes and muttered, "I don't know, Uncle Otis. I haven't been able to sleep since we got back from Siberia a few days ago, and-and with everything else going on like the finals and decorating the house and the slayer -"

"You're jet lagged," Otis patiently explained as he moved around the couch to sit by his nephew's legs. "You're already dealing with much more than a fifteen year old boy should have on his plate, and trying to readjust to the time zone difference isn't helping."

The teen grunted as he grabbed the pillow and placed it over his face again.

"Well, that along with the fact that I have to actually sleep at night now," he sniped, his voice muffled by the fabric. "It's hard, Uncle Otis. It's hard, and it's really not fair."

The sympathetic chuckle from the man in question made Vlad's scowl deepen, and before he could put up a proper fight, the pillow was once again snatched away from him. 

"We need to tackle one problem at a time, as well as divide and conquer, Vladimir," Otis explained. "Why don't I get started on the Christmas decorations while you get some sleep?"

The teen didn't mean to look so disgusted at his uncle's honestly helpful suggestion, but the way the man burst out laughing only made him double down even more, especially as he felt his cheeks redden in embarrassment.

"I can't take a nap!" he protested. "I'm fifteen, not five! Fifteen year olds don't take naps! Besides, do you even know how to set up Christmas lights? You almost started a fire trying to make atole, so I think I should be on the lookout for more Uncle Otis mishaps, especially if they involve gas or electricity, wouldn't you say so?"

On any other day when Vlad's internal clock wasn't running thirteen hours behind, he would have realized that he made a horrible mistake in saying that. He would have noticed how his uncle's brow rose in amusement before he smiled - bared his teeth really - and went for the kill. But today - for the past few days - Vlad's internal clock was thirteen hours behind, so the only thing he noticed before his brain completely dissolved into goofy mush was the fingers gently but firmly digging into his ribs.

"Nohohoho Un-Uncle Otihihihis!" he screamed through his frantic laughter, his body twitching like he had just been struck by lightning. "What-WhatdidIdo?!" he hurriedly screeched as he tried and failed to pull his uncle's hands away from him.

"Why don't we run through them together, dear nephew of mine?" Otis playfully asked, chuckling when he spidered his fingers down to that terrible, awful spot on his lower ribs that turned his laughs into something resembling bird chirps. "First, you've had quite the foul mouth on you today. Second, there's the sass I got from you for expressing my concern about your wellbeing. Third, you're tired and jet lagged and this is the one way to help you go. To. Sleep."

He punctuated each point with a pinch to that awful, horrible spot, and what could Vlad do when that happened? He could do what he always did when that particular death spot of his was being attacked:

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing other than laugh, scream, squeal, flail around, and chirp like a bird.

"Why don't we go over your recent homework?" Otis asked conversationally, as if he wasn't being the evil uncle that Vlad first saw him as. "We can use that as a gauge to see whether or not you're ready to go to sleep. Won't that be fun, Vladimir?"

As the teen desperately nodded through his teary eyed, squeaky laughter, he gasped for air as the gentle yet agonizing pinches to his lower ribs came to an end. He rubbed his flushed face and took in air like had spent an eternity underwater, and after a minute, he gave his uncle a thumbs up.

"Alright then, where is the one continent in the world that vampires don't live -"

"Antarctica!" 

The way Otis evily smiled at him threw Vlad for a loop, and before he could protest - that was the right answer! - the spot right above his kneecap was being assaulted with awful squeezes, and the teen was a mess of shrill laughter.

"Bu-But wahahahait!" he frantically begged. "Tha-Thatwasright, thatwasright!"

"I never said you needed to give me the right answer, Vladimir," the older man wryly remarked as he scribbled his fingers behind Vlad's knees. "Why don't we move on to the next question?"

"Do-Do I eheheven have a chohoice?" The teen asked through his breathless giggling as his uncle gave him a reprieve.

"No, I'm afraid not," Otis answered with a smug smile. "I need concrete evidence that you're finally tired enough to go to sleep, and I also need to make sure you're keeping up with studying the Compendium. It kills two birds with one stone."

Vlad shook his head, though the smile on his face really said it all.

"You're evil, Uncle Otis. You know that?" he asked.

The man in question shrugged.

"You may have told me that a few times, but if my evil ways are what gets you to sleep, then so be it," he remarked. "Now for the next question… who is the youngest vampire to sit on the Grand Council since the Black Death, and what is the minimum age a vampire can be to be voted onto the Grand Council?"

Vlad's eyes widened, and before he could answer, his uncle's horrible hands shot up and under his shirt and his fingers began dancing across his belly.

"THAT'S-THAT'S TWO QUEHEHEHESTIONS!" Vlad shrieked through his hysterical laughter. "NOHOHOHOT FAHAHAIR! NOHOHOHO!"

"The clock is ticking, Vladimir!" Otis teased, poking and prodding at his nephew's stomach. 

"I CAHAHAN'T! I CAHAHAHAN'T!" the teen wailed, his laughter going near silent from how agonizingly ticklish everything was. "I GIHIHIVE UP! PLEHEHEASE!"

"Are you sure?" The older vampire teasingly asked, feeling a twinge sadistic as he scratched a finger into his nephew's belly button. "Are you absolutely sure that you don't know the answers to these questions?"

All Vlad could do was tap out like his very life depended on it, and when the tickling finally stopped, he curled in on himself and gasped for air in between yawns. 

"You're… so mean… Uncle Otis," he muttered as he rubbed his eyes and got himself comfortable. "Did I… Did I ever tell you that?"

"You just did a few seconds ago, Vladimir," Otis answered as he gave him back his pillow from earlier. He nodded in thanks as he placed it under his head, and he couldn't help but happily sigh as he felt himself being covered with a blanket. The last thing he registered before finally going to sleep was a hand brushing his hair out of his face and a caring voice softly saying,

"And if being evil is what it takes to ensure you get some much needed rest, then so be it."

Was that Uncle Otis? 

His dad?

It didn't matter. 

What mattered was that by now, they were one in the same, and that knowledge was what was letting him sleep in peace.

That, and getting the life tickled out of him.

#submission #V.T #tickle #tickle fic #Vladimir_Tod #Otis_Otis #fluff #SO CUTE I LOVE THEM AHHH! #They make my heart happy alkjerkjaejkrajker #thank you friend!

[gillianthecat]

SOTUS ep 3

ignoring context, i do love a good battle of wills between current enemies/future lovers

this I AM SPARTACUS scene 🥰 Rebel Alliance leader Kongpop, my beloved.

Arthit continues to speak absolute nonsense and I can't tell whether or not we're supposed to take it seriously as "wisdom"

"I think... you like me." Kongpop, light of my life, heart of my heart, I adore you. I can't believe he came out and said this already. This show is smashing together one of the most amazing characters of all time and one of the worst characters of all time. And honestly, Kongpop's amazingness is spilling over onto Arthrit a little bit and making him just a tad more appealing. If someone as forthright (to steal @bengiyo's word) and self-possessed as Kong sees something worthy in Arthit, it makes me believe that there is actually some there there, you know?

although again, is this genuine or weaponized flirting at this point? I'm not sure.

I'm keeping @clairificusrex's headcanon that Arthit is neurodivergent and ace in mind as I watch, and, as long as he isn't actively being a bully, it does help me see the character in a more nuanced light. I'll buy it.

big fan of these wide neck,deep v shirts they keep putting Kong in.

my girls! I still love them even if they're talking about crushes on our main boys. idk, something about them feels much more complex and real to me as compared to the university girls in a lot of other Thai BLs I've seen. it could be something as superficial as their makeup and hairstyling, which feels more "casual college kid" as opposed to "tv star" to me.

and look! we have a reference to the inciting incident of My Love Mix Up!

Arthit free and vulnerable in his own room! It was a wise choice to put them in dorms opposite each other so that Kong (and us) and see Arthit in a new light and become endeared by him. And for some reason, Kong is totally endeared by this bully grumpy cat. Ok, I admit it, I too am a bit endeared by Arthit sleepily hanging his laundry up.

Aw, poor May, she's got a big ol' crush on the boy who's nursing a crush on the bully grumpy cat. I hope she gets a good story in these 15 episodes of show. I have faith though.

I'm kinda thrilled that Hew was chosen as class president instead of Kong. I do love a good subversion of tropes.

oh there are adults at this university after all. and they'll intervene in this one case of a medical emergency, and yet are prefectly fine with this overall culture of hazing. that's the part of this show that actually pisses me off to be honest.

but I guess we have to keep putting Arthit in situations and making him all sad and pathetic if this romance is going to have any chance to take off. or at least any chance to earn the viewers' support.

oooh. the infamous pink milk appears! i did not realize its first(?) BL appearance was in the service of a conversation about masculinity, effeminacy and queerness. fascinating.

Kongpop, just what exactly do you see in this bully? As soon as I start to think maybe I could ship these two together, Arthit does some more petty tyrant shit. I do however love how Kong keeps flummoxing Arthit with basic politeness and courtesy. I approve of flummoxed love interests.

Well. I plan on continuing the show, but I feel like three episodes is the maximum dose for binging at any one time. That was a very high rate of power trips per hour.

*basically all i know about other people's thoughts on SOTUS comes from comments on this post by @waitmyturtles

#sotus #sotus ep 3 #kind of like liveblogging #gillianthecat reacts to bl #sotus the series

[londonknights]

Thank you for tagging me (cujoforever) 💙 to be honest, just based on the rush goal song post you made a while ago, in which the work ethic impressed me, I just know every playlist in this list is heavily curated with care and I could hear about any of them but PLEASE tell me about your maladaptive daydream playlist (because I am one) and bad playlist (because bad how? I must know. bad like guilty pleasure music or like bad ass music like walk on songs or, like bad covers or like just ‘bad’ by Michael Jackson covers or ). And then just tell me about your current favourite playlist. 😊

hi thank you for the ask!! unfortunately i’m gonna have to be the bearer of bad news and say that my only good playlists are the ones centered around Rush :(

that said, i will still get into my playlists!!

my maladaptive daydream playlist is songs i like to listen to when i’m doing chores and my brain wants me to pretend i’m a medieval wench clearing away dishes and laundry at the inn i’m tending to, or whatever other scenarios my little pea brain can come up with, and includes such songs as:

Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos

Excursion Around The Bay - Derina Harvey Band

Bottom of the River - Delta Rae

Song of the Bandit - Marty Robbins

Sixteen Tons - Tennessee Ernie Ford

High Barbary - Storm Weather Shanty Choir

True Love - Tobias Jesso Jr.

and uh. bad playlist.

it’s a bad playlist.

it includes EXCLUSIVELY epic rap battles of history.

objectively bad playlist, and it is named accordingly. as to how often i listen to it, well. an unfortunate amount more than i will admit to.

as for my favourite playlist, that would have to be ‘anything can be about the toronto maple leafs if you believe hard enough’ simply due to how much effort i have put into it. it’s my only truly coherent playlist and it currently sits at 89 songs, 24 of which are by Rush, but all of which make me Feel Things about our leafies. here is the link to it on spotify, if anyone is inclined to follow—and also i am always open to suggestions for songs y’all think i should add!! ask box is always open for that very reason :)

for those that would prefer just a little sampling or don’t have spotify, this is for you:

Force Ten - Rush

The Weapon - Rush

Vienna - Billy Joel (thank u cody)

Peace and Quiet - Ron Hawkins and the Do Good Assassins (i love u cody)

All I Need Is One - Watsky

It’s All Been Done - Barenaked Ladies

Joyriding - Frank Iero

In Too Deep - Sum 41

The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy

Dust and Ashes - Josh Groban (Great Comet Soundtrack)

#ask #cujoforever #this took me a while but i had to go thru and pick the best songs and i’m so indecisive #i used to have good playlists but i make bad choices and delete them when they remind me of my past :’) #this was fun tho i love my leafs playlist