#even being able 2 escape it in your 'escape' as its still all mindless. phone in bed cant cure you. it might even make u worse. anyway.

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MESMERIZER! 😵‍💫 (btw big seizure warning if u check out the song mv)

[id: a drawing of hatsune miku & kasane teto in their outfits from the music video for mesmerizer by 32ki. compositionally they're in a vertical rectangle like a tiktok video with black bars framing the sides decorated with multicolor stars & particles. they're both looking at the camera. miku, in her pinstripe waitress outfit, is holding a plastic cup with a straw, sticking her tongue out. teto is looking nervously, doing a thumbs up while sweating. text on the top left & bottom right corners reads "FOCUS!" repeated three times, overlapping. end id]

#mesmerizer #kasane teto #hatsune miku #vocaloid #32ki #niksartstuffs #eye strain #been jamming to this song i rly like it. mesmerizer is a song abt. going thru the motions turning off ur brain to live to go to work and no #even being able 2 escape it in your 'escape' as its still all mindless. phone in bed cant cure you. it might even make u worse. anyway. #anyway i actually... wrote eng lyrics for this... well i adapted the official TL so its more singable but. i cant sing for shit so...

[wienerbarnes]

Telephone Line

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,449

Warnings: pretty sad ngl but not angst, mentions of death, mentions of cancer, these warnings sound bad but i promise its just kinda sad lol

A/N: ngl even i dont know where this came from lol but ill prob make a pt 2? if the idea i have strikes enough material for another part. enjoy anyways tho!

MAIN MASTERLIST

A deep orange hue shines through the cracks of his blinds as Bucky looks at the new shiny exterior of his new iPhone. Being too reckless on a mission led him to a cell phone cracked in two, resulting in him having to spend four hours at the Apple store all the way in Manhattan, quite a ways away from his apartment upstate.

Low trumpets flow softly through the speakers of his record player, a bold blue box that Sharon gifted him this year for his birthday. He hums to Marvin Gaye as he goes through the device in front of him, setting up account after account, typing in password after password. Gaye was a few decades after his time, but he won’t let it show in front of Sam how much he enjoys his music. 

He downloads the mindless puzzle games he had on his previous phone and is thankful that the contacts that were in his old phone were able to be transferred for him. 

He locks the phone and sets it aside before taking out the small sketchbook from the drawer in his desk. He also grabs a pencil from the cup sitting on the corner of the wood and flips his book open to a fresh page. A new hobby Bucky’s picked up since Steve’s passing. 

His real passing. Not the one everyone sold to the world in order for him to live the rest of his life in peace in a cabin far away, probably crowded in trees and flowers; perhaps the house is where a rainbow begins or where the sky rains golden droplets. Bucky wouldn’t know, he never visited after seeing Steve as an old man after he returned the stones. 

There wasn’t anger; Bucky and Steve spoke about his plans before he left and Bucky was happy for him, he was finally getting the life he deserved after so much time spent doing the “right” thing, and not what he wanted. It was a situation of feeling… weird and awkward around this new Steve. It was a completely different Steve with different experiences, different memories. A family. Kids and grandkids and great-grandkids. Photos probably hung on the walls of the house of people he wouldn’t recognize. He always wondered what happened to him in Steve's timeline. In other words, he wonders if Steve rescued him from Hydra and spared him the eighty years of torture. He wonders if there’s any pictures of him in Steve’s house. For Bucky, it became, “I’ll go visit him another day,” until, well, there weren’t any more chances. 

A sketch of what he can remember Times Square to look like from this afternoon appears on the paper. Rough lines shaping out tall buildings and people, small squares to outline the pavement, bigger boxes to indicate the shapes of the numerous cars that filled the area. He reaches for his box of colored pencils in the side-drawer of the desk when the generic ringtone of his new phone belts out loudly.

A number that isn’t saved into his phone appears on the screen. A Brooklyn area code. Maybe all the contacts didn’t transfer themselves.

“Hello,” Bucky answers after swiping his right pointer finger along the slide bar.

A hitch of feminine breath is heard before a few seconds of silence, before the three beeps signaling the caller hung up. Probably an accident.

Bucky goes to pick up his pencil again before the tone is heard once more, the same number on the screen. An eyebrow quirks upwards and he answers the phone again.

“...Hello?” Bucky says once more. Again, he’s met with silence before being hung up on. Maybe not an accident, maybe a prank caller. I’ve had the phone for maybe six minutes and this is already happening.

The same number calls for a third time and Bucky debates even answering this time. He lets it ring three times before answering.

“Hello?” He asks, met with silence. “Listen, I’m not in the mood for prank callers, so if you don’t mind-”

“Who is this?” A quiet feminine voice finally answers through the speaker against his ear.

“Who is- What do you mean who is this? Lady, you called me first!” Bucky responds, already exasperated with the conversation.

“How did you get this phone number?” She asks, voice shakier than the first time she spoke.

“I got a new phone and they gave it to me? How else do you get phone numbers?”

“No, no, no. You don’t understand. This-this is my husband's number. It can’t be your new number!” The woman responds, voice cracking this time.

“Okay, okay, hey, relax. Maybe there was a mistake? Maybe your husband received a different phone number?” Bucky offers, not really wanting to play Tech Support as he draws to wind down his day before dinner.

“No! There wasn’t a mistake, my-my husband is dead! This was his phone number and-and-and I call it everyday once I-I get out of work! How did you get this number, why did they give his away?!” Pants and shaky breaths are heard between almost every other word as you start audibly crying on the phone.

Bucky’s eyes widen, not expecting that explanation. Great, a fruit gave away her husband to me.

“Hey, okay, take a breath.” Bucky suggests, and waits for her breathing to become a little more regular before continuing. “I’m sorry they gave me your husband’s number, it was randomly selected. I mean, I hope it wasn’t the last thing you had of his voice?” Bucky tries to offer.

“Of course it’s not,” You reply, voice sounding calmer now. “I just wasn’t expecting them to give away his number like that, it stayed for a few weeks so I thought,” a humorless chuckle, “I thought they’d let me keep it.”

“I’m really sorry about your husband. I, uh,” Bucky hesitates, questioning if he should be telling this emotionally unstable widow about his personal life, but continues anyway, “I recently lost someone important to me, as well. My best friend.” Bucky confesses, fingers toying with the circular edge of the back of the colored pencil.

A pause, “Can you tell me about him?”

“He, um, was a good guy. Real selfless. He was uh,” Bucky thinks of how to talk about Steve without actually leading to the fact that he’s talking about the former Captain America, “He was a bit older than me, and he passed away from health problems. Heart problems.” Bucky comes up, technically not a lie, his heart did stop when he died.

A small sniffle, “My husband passed away from lung cancer. The doctors told me there was no other hope for him; he needed a machine to help him breathe and a bunch of tubes in him to help him do everything else. So I asked the doctors to just…” You trail off.

A sudden deep sigh escapes her, the raspiness of her voice heard through the speaker and flows into his ear, “Sorry, I probably sound like a crazy person right now, calling her dead husband everyday just to hear his seven second voicemail.” You apologize, another humorless laugh following your words. 

“I don’t think you’re crazy. I think you’re just trying to cope the best way you can. You miss him.” Bucky objects, still toying with the purple colored pencil in his hand.

“Um, yea.” You respond, probably not even expecting Bucky to actually listen to your rambling.

“What’s your name?” You ask.

“James.”

“Of course it is,” You mumble, eyes closing on the other side of the call.

“What was that?” 

“I said, of course it is. That was my husband’s name, too.”

A sympathetic smile pulls at his mouth, even though you can’t see it.

“Listen, if you even want to call again, I don’t mind. I can either listen in silence, or we can talk, or, whatever you want. It’s okay.”

“Thanks, James. That’s nice of you.” You say, voice watery, but Bucky doesn’t mention it.

“I’ll, uh, let you go, James. Sorry for any bother.” He can tell you’re struggling to hold back tears with the way your voice is straining.

“No bother at all. Have a good rest of your night, okay?” Bucky bids her, hoping she will, but accepting that there’s a good chance this poor woman will be in tears for the rest of her evening.

“You, too.”

A couple seconds of silence follow before the call ends. Bucky sighs, locking his phone once more. He picks up the pencil in front of him, ignoring the small tremor in his fingers, and presses the pencil to the paper.

He thinks about her for the rest of the night.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel #marvel fanfiction #oneshot #bucky x reader

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Don’t Fall-- Chapter 5

Don’t Fall-- Chapter 5!! This one’s def longer than the last lol | Word Count: ~1300 | Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Stephen Strange | Link to ao3

7.00 AM. May 7th, 2021.

Peter contemplated throwing his phone across the room. But he didn’t. He had some semblance of self-control. Instead, he turned off the alarm and sat up in bed.

Peter had learned something important yesterday: That man, Dr. Strange, knew what was going on and could help him.

“FRIDAY,” Peter said. “Look for Dr. Strange’s phone number, please.” He figured it was better to start the search early based on how long it took FRIDAY last time.

Peter crossed the room to his desk and took out his notebook where he had drawn the plans for his device yesterday only to find that they were gone. No, not gone. He had never written them. This was getting annoying.

Tony was in the kitchen. As he had been for the past 4 Fridays. Drinking his coffee. With his toast.

Peter had an idea.

He walked up to where Tony was sitting nonchalantly.

“Hi, Tony,” he greeted softly.

“Hi,” Tony replied listlessly. Perfect. Peter rounded the counter and opened the fridge. He removed ketchup, mustard, relish, and tuna salad. Then, he opened the cabinet. He took out chocolate chips, some crackers, and some chopped nuts. Then, he grabbed a bowl, a spoon, and a glass of water.

Peter opened the tuna salad. He dumped it into the bowl. He shook the ketchup. He put some in the bowl. He looked up at Tony. Tony was watching him, but not really paying attention.

“What’cha got going on today, Pete?” Tony asked. Peter opened the jar of relish and started shoveling spoonfuls in the bowl.

“Nothing special. I have school, but it’s Friday. So that means I’m with you,” he said. Peter was considering skipping school again. He started crumbling some crackers into the bowl.

“Cool, cool. I’ll find something really awesome for us to do today,” Tony promised, but still, he was half asleep. Peter sprinkled some chopped nuts in the bowl and squirted some mustard. That was the last ingredient. He began to mix them up. Tony was still watching him.

“What in God’s name are you making?” he finally asked. Peter started to laugh.

“Honestly? I have no idea. I just wanted to see how long I could do this before you stopped me,” Peter said.

“That’s a waste,” Tony said. “I dare you to take a bite.”

“Really?” Peter asked. Tony nodded. Peter made a face at the bowl but reluctantly raised a spoonful to his mouth.

It was crunchy and sweet and sour and salty all at the same time. He spit it out almost instantly. Tony began to laugh.

“Ew! Disgusting,” Peter exclaimed.

“That was amazing,” Tony said. Peter quickly threw the rest of the concoction in the trash before he could be convinced to take another bite.

“Don’t you have school soon?” Tony reminded Peter. Peter nodded quickly and headed back to his room. He had no real intention of going to school, but Tony didn’t have to know. FRIDAY was going to notify Peter once she had found Dr. Strange’s number (which he was going to memorize this time). Before that, though, he had so much time to spare. Peter figured he could just walk around New York and have a good time. Or, as good a time as he could have knowing all of these things had happened at least 4 times already.

When Peter re-emerged from his room, Tony was finishing up his toast. Peter assured him that he could get to school on his own and promptly left.

Where to go first? he wondered.

He decided to go to the park. He would find the tallest tree there and get as high as he possibly could.

Apparently, that was not as interesting as it sounded. Since becoming Spiderman, being able to look out over the city from a “great height” was no longer as impressive as it used to be. So Peter decided to go with something he had initially thought of, but had dismissed since it was barely 8.00 am: ice cream.

Instead of going to a local chain, Peter opted to walk up and down the streets until he found a nice little hole-in-the-wall shop that he could support. Well, actually, he used Google Maps, but the sentiment was still there.

The shop was called “Jamie’s Flavors” and was run by an older woman and a younger woman, apparently mother and daughter. Peter left with a double scoop mint chocolate chip ice cream cone.

Peter walked for a bit before finding a nice fire escape to sit on. It wasn’t his, but it was nice. Suddenly, Peter’s phone buzzed. He nearly dropped his ice cream cone. Peter transferred his ice cream to his other hand and checked his phone.

It was FRIDAY with Dr. Strange’s phone number. Peter figured he could call now. He was a bit nervous, but not nearly as nervous as yesterday. He climbed one more level up the fire escape to seclude himself since he was about to introduce himself as Spiderman with no mask on. Then he placed the call.

“Hello?” came Dr. Strange’s voice.

“Hi,” Peter said with a false sort of confidence. “This is Spiderman. I have a question for you,”

“Spiderman?” Strange asked. “Oh, wait. Now I remember. What’s your question?”

Peter realized he had to ask the same thing he asked yesterday. He had nothing else to ask. No other good way to bring up the topic.

“Do you know of anything that can see across timelines?” he asked.

“I was afraid you’d ask that. I can help you sort this out this evening. I’m a bit busy right now. Where can I find you?” Strange was surprisingly more helpful than Peter would have thought at 10.00 am.

“I’ll be at the Avengers Tower in Manhattan,” Peter said.

“Great. See you at 7.00pm,” Strange said and promptly hung up. Awesome. Now Peter had at least 8 hours to try to come up with his own ideas so he wouldn’t look like he hadn’t even tried to fix this by himself.

It wasn’t too hot outside so the ice cream only ran down Peter’s hand a little bit. Most of it made its way into his mouth. The cone was kind of soggy because of the ice cream, but it wasn’t too bad. It was good ice cream, and now it was done. And now Peter’s hands were sticky. Well, more sticky than they are normally.

Peter left the fire escape in search of a sink to wash his hands in. He went back to the park to use the public restroom. He found there was no soap in that bathroom. He rinsed his hands anyway. Peter did find a hand sanitizer dispenser outside on the wall. He figured that was a good enough substitute seeing as his hands were no longer sticky(er than usual).

Since he was already in the park, he decided to find that tree he liked again. It was a comfortable spot where Peter figured he would scroll on his phone for a little while before getting bored again.

While in the tree, Peter spotted 5 dogs, 3 stray cats, 17 children (not including the 2 classes on field trips), 26 pigeons, and 1 friendly stick bug. These things were counted in between mindless scrolling sessions on his phone. Peter decided to put it away and just appreciate nature.

He leaned his head back against the tree and closed his eyes. He could hear children screaming and parents chasing after them. He could hear dogs barking. Water rushing in fountains. It was sort of calming. So calming, in fact, that Peter began to doze.

He fell deeper and deeper into the sleepy haze until he reached the edge of sleep. And he kept falling deeper...and deeper...and deeper…

“I’m coming out of my cage and I’ve been doing just fine”

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

#fanfic #marvel fic #peter parker #tony stark #stephen strange #irondad and spiderson

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

The Doctor Will See You Now - Part 2

Doctor!Seokmin x Female Reader

Word Count: 4689

Contents: hospital setting and mentions of medical equipment, lingerie, teasing, fingering, edging, oral(female receiving), over stimulation

Note: I won’t get too mushy, there will be time for that. Suffice it to say it is my dear friend @thetypingpup birthday today! Enjoy this gift, and in the spirit of your 21st, I’ll see you again in 21 hours for part 3.

Introduction | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You weren’t sure if what had happened three weeks ago had actually happened. You hadn’t said anything about it to anyone and some part of your brain was convinced it was all a crazy dream. That would make sense, right? You had made it up? Or you were daydreaming and you let your imagination get away from you, especially when there was such a handsome doctor involved.

It was a wonderful mental image, a thought that got you worked up whenever you had the free time to sit and daydream, or while you did anything mindless. Your mind had a habit of wandering back to his tone, his teasing words, and his touch against your skin. The whole experience was very real in your mind but you told yourself it was nothing more than you imagination. 

Because otherwise that would have been wildly unprofessional.

Or, you were worried it wouldn’t happen again.

You knew at this point you were being obsessive. You had woken up much earlier than you needed to make it to your midday appointment. You took extra care washing up this morning, spent more time on your hair. Choosing your outfit took nearly forever. You pulled almost every cute thing you had out of your closet and drawers, laying them all out around the room as you shifted through everything. It was colder today than it had been on the day of your last appointment, but he had said wear something cute, right? Assumedly he thought your other outfit was cute, but you couldn’t wear the same thing again.

You poured over your clothes, wondering if you should match the new bra and panty set you had bought. You were absolutely not going to think about the fact that you bought something new just for this appointment. The skirts that matched the deep colour of the lacey lingerie seemed like the best choices and you settled on your favourite one, wondering if you should switch up your style just a bit. It took some rooting through your sweaters to find the soft, light coloured one that complimented the skirt perfectly.

The last article of clothing you toyed with was a pair of thigh highs. The last time he had to roll down your socks, but they added something ever so slightly sexy to the cute outfit that you hoped would be all the more enticing for him. It still took you ages to decide if you wanted to put on perfume. You weren’t supposed to wear it in hospitals, right? But there was one scent that you really liked that you thought he might enjoy. You played with the bottle in your hands before making up your mind, sitting on the edge of your bed and spritzing just a little onto your inner thighs and the tops of your thigh highs.

By the time you left you knew you might be late if you didn’t hurry to the hospital. You knew you would feel silly if he treated you normally today. Maybe he would. Maybe the last appointment was just him toying with you. Maybe he knew he would be on your mind and it would drive you nuts, thinking about his perfect hair and gorgeous face and heavenly fingers.

The thought nearly had your head spinning as you checked in and sat in the waiting room. You struggled to keep your attention focused on the nurses instructions as she measured your weight and took your blood pressure, even finding yourself telling her you were fine when she expressed concern. You knew you seemed spaced out but Dr. Lee really was all you could think about.

You sat on the bed instead this time as you waited, the machine with the electrodes already there. That was normal right? You were the patient, so it made sense for you to sit on the bed as opposed to one of the chairs. You were definitely overthinking this. You smoothed out your skirt what felt like a thousand times and the waiting really felt like forever. You spent time grabbing your phone and refreshing the same few apps, looking for anything to distract you as the minutes ticked by. You knew he was busy, he was a doctor. You had waited for appointments before but this was different. Your mind kept spinning with thoughts of him, some of them sending shivers of arousal through your body and wetting your panties, something you knew he would tease you for as he fingered you.

Your head shot up as the door opened. Dr. Lee gave you a sunny smile, opening his mouth to say something. But his smile faded as you looked off down the hall, someone calling to him hurriedly.

He glanced at you, pausing for a split second as he really looked at you. Something intense passed through his eyes before disappearing just as quickly.

“I’ll just be a few more moments, forgive me,” he said quickly before rushing down the hall.

You stared at the open door, processing the quick look he’d given you and playing with the edge of your skirt absentmindedly. You hoped that nothing too serious was going on. Though you had to wonder if it made you a bad person to think that since the only reason was that you wanted your appointment to start. Either way you wished the person no ill will, so that was a good thing.

The minutes ticked by and you considered closing the door but figured the second you did he would come back. You checked your phone nervously a few times. It was stupid to think he might have forgotten you, he had a schedule to follow so he had to come back. You did want to him to remember just because he remembered you. He had to right? You had to have been a memorable visit.

You tried to shake the anxious thoughts from your mind. You were getting far too worked up over this. Really, you shouldn’t be expecting anything. Maybe the whole visit would be normal this time around. That’s what you should expect. You grabbed your phone again, scrolling through it without really looking at anything, trying desperately to distract yourself.

“I’m so sorry about that.”

You looked up at Dr. Lee as he started to close the door behind him, a bright smile on his face.

“I had to attend to a matter, I didn’t mean to keep you waiting too long.”

The lock clicked.

The look in his eyes shifted, darkening so minutely you could have missed it. His smile every so slightly hungrier than it had been moments ago.

“Now your test,” his steps had to be deliberately slow. He had the chart open in his hand but his eyes were on you. “Wasn’t as conclusive as we might have hoped. I’m afraid we’ll have to run it again.”

“Th-That’s alright,” you cursed yourself for not keeping your voice steady. A slight smugness crept into his smile.

“I’m sorry this won’t be the fastest visit,” he should have sounded apologetic but he definitely didn’t.

“I don’t have any other plans today,” the words left your mouth before you thought them over and you felt your cheeks burn. That definitely made you sound like a loser.

Dr. Lee chuckled as he pulled off his lab coat. “I don’t intend to keep you quite that long, though I do want to do a quick physical check.”

You were thankful that the whimper died in your throat instead of escaping your lips, his words making you far more excited than they should have. He rolled up his sleeves slowly and you struggled not to stare. Still, you couldn’t help the way your gaze drifted back to his fingers as you tried to keep your lip from ending up between your teeth.

He took a small hammer and moved in front of you, placing a hand gently on your thigh before tapping just below your knee. Your leg kicked forwards and he smiled. He was just as gentle with the other knee and all you could think about was his touch on your thigh, how you nice his fingertips felt, how badly you wanted to feel them digging into your soft skin…

“Can you take your shirt off?” his voice brought back your mind from its wandering.

“M-My, uh…”

You swore there was a smirk on his lips. “I won’t be able to get down past the neckline to listen to your lungs. Or I can go up from the bottom.”

“Maybe that,” your voice was far more quiet than it should have been as your cheeks started to burn. Dr. Lee slipped his warm hand up under your shirt. You tried to hold in the whimper as his hands brushed past your breast and he pressed the stethoscope to your chest, but you were sure he heard your small sound. His smirk became slightly more evident and his voice much closer to a murmur.

“This must be a warm sweater if you decided you didn’t need a shirt.”

You gave up, catching your bottom lip between your teeth and taking far too shaky breaths.

“I need your breathing to be just a bit steadier. Can you do that for me?”

You let out the smallest “Mhm,” you ever had as you nodded quickly and willed yourself to calm down. He kept the stethoscope on your chest, one finger tracing lazily over your skin in a way that you were sure had your heart skipping. Your breathing only calmed slightly before he decided he had heard enough.

Dr. Lee took off the stethoscope before bringing his fingers to your lips. “Can you say ‘ah’ for me?”

You had decided he was just set on torturing you now, his words and heated gaze sending another shiver of arousal down your spine. His fingers moved to your chin as he was done, signalling for you to close your mouth before he tilted your head up. He brought his fingers to the sides of your neck, pressing them in lightly before moving upward and repeating the motion. You only let your eyes flicker to his face for a moment, barely daring to take in the hunger growing in his eyes before you looked up at the ceiling again.

He drew your head back done, your chin following his fingers. He caught your gaze, much closer than he needed to be now. His fingers pressed into the base of your neck before he tore his eyes away, looking at his watch intently. You couldn’t quite read his express but he pulled away so easily after humming to himself, the tension seeming to dissipate, leaving your head spinning.

“I-Is that it?” you wanted to kick yourself for sounding as desperate as you were.

A hint of a smirk returned to his lips. “For the physical exam, yes. Take off that sweater for me and lie down, won’t you?”

You couldn’t hold back the slight whine that escaped your lips, though you quickly complied with his instructions. He moved back towards you, rolling the machine closer, a slightly mischievous glint in his eyes.

“A physical can of course include a pelvic exam,” you swore he only paused to take in the way your thighs clenched subtly. “But I already know everything is working there.”

The shift in his tone alone sent a thrill of arousal through your body, nevermind his words. Your eyes shifted to watch him as he untangled the wires as if he’d said nothing out of the ordinary. You wondered if he was toying with you. Maybe this time he really wouldn’t do anything other than make you squirm. He could just let you think something was going to happen and then do nothing at all.

“We don’t need quite so many leads this time,” he mused, “we’re just going to try a different configuration, but the test will run a little longer.”

You tried and failed to keep your breathing calm as his fingers moved along your skin, placing the electrodes on your skin just below bra. You squeezed your hands around the edge of the bed as he finished and started the machine. He seemed to think for a moment before rolling it towards the foot of the bed, moving around it to stand beside you. You watched as his expression shifted as he slowly drank in your appearance, up your legs and over your chest until his gaze met yours, like a hungry man finally about to have his meal.

You let out a small whimper that refused to stay in your throat and shifted your hips a little. A smirk filled with all of the haughtiness his demeanor had been hiding crossed his lips.

“Your desperation is precious, darling,” his voice was velvet smooth as he finally trailed a finger up your leg. You were incredibly quick to spread your legs and he laughed.

“You just can’t wait for me to touch you, can you?”

“N-No,” you breathed. “Please-”

“Have patience, darling, and you’ll get what you want.”

He let his fingers trail over your inner thighs, just out of reach of your already sensitive core. They traced along the edges of your panties before dragging lightly over the lacy fabric, another smirk curling his lips. He didn’t make a comment right away, instead trailing his hand up, flipping up your skirt in the process, and bringing it to your breast. He started to knead it far more roughly than you expected, eliciting a gasp from you. He leaned in at the same time, his lips brushing against your ear.

“And I thought you were naughty before, darling. But buying brand new lingerie just for your appointment?” He dragged his nails down your stomach. “Now that’s something else.”

Your head spun far too fast for you to fully keep up with his words as his hand trailed over your panties again. You gasped as he slipped his fingers into your panties. He dragged his finger through your slick folds slowly before pressing two fingers against your clit and rubbing quick, smooth circles.

“I don’t really need to tease you, do I darling?” he murmured. “You’re already drenched for me.”

You whimpered as you gripped onto the bed, following the movement of his fingers with your hips. As desperately as you wanted his fingers inside of you this alone was working you up so quickly. Small moans and whimpers escaped your lips and you felt him nip at your ear as he suddenly moved his fingers faster.

“You can do better than that, darling,” he purred. “I want to hear all of the sounds from those pretty lips of yours. You don’t really think I’ll let you cum if you don’t, do you?”

A gasp fell from your lips at the quickening of his pace and and you rocked your hips against his hand, wanting more. Your sounds still came out quietly, somehow, knowing he was listening for them, wanting them, made you all the more flustered. You found yourself catching your bottom lip between your teeth instead, only small whimpers getting past.

“Let’s see if we can’t get more of those gorgeous sounds,” he murmured as his fingers slipped lower to tease your entrance. “This test won’t work properly unless you’ve completely lost yourself in it, and how will I know if I don’t hear your delectable moans, darling?”

He pressed two fingers into your heat, the motion smooth but sudden. Your lips fell open in a moan as you arched off the bed at the feeling. His fingers were just as skilled and calculated as the last time as they curled into you, but more knowledgeable now, finding your sweet spot within seconds. His lips pressed kisses to your neck before finding your ear again.

“That’s much better, darling,” he purred. “I knew just my fingers could draw the most delicious sounds from you.”

Your legs started to tremble as he moved his fingers into you faster. Your hips chased every sensation, every euphoric lick of pleasure that coursed through you from the curling and thrusting of his fingers. His thumb brushed past your clit quickly, drawing a wanton moan from your lips and a low chuckle from his.

“So desperate to cum already? It seems like I’ve barely started,” he teased. You let out a whimper between moans at his words as they made you dizzier than anything.

“But we both know you have a dirty little mind, don’t you?” he mused. “Have I been on your mind for weeks now? Have you been looking forward to this moment, darling? I’ll bet just the thought of it had you dripping.” You gasped as the movements of his fingers became rougher, a slight growl starting to seep into his voice. “But I doubt your fingers feel quite as good as mine do.”

Your moans and cries came loudly as you ground into his hand, desperate for the friction to return to your clit, for another pass of his thumb. But it was clear he wasn’t done toying with you yet.

“Tell me, darling, what parts of me did you think about? Was your mind so innocent as to only focus on my fingers?” You managed to shake your head, though you couldn’t get much of an answer out beyond your moans, the words getting stuck in your throat.

“It’s a wonder how quickly I’ve reduced you to a mess, darling,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over your clit again, making you chase the sensation. “But what thoughts have been curling in your mind? I don’t doubt that you don’t feel quite as filled as you want to be. How often, I wonder, has you mind drifted to thoughts of being satisfied by my cock?” You clenched around him as his words seeped into your mind, you body now desperate for the release he was holding at bay. They were moving just a little too slow now, edging and driving you crazy.

“Though I already knew you enjoyed that idea. But, now I can’t help but think about your taste, darling. About the sight of your back arching at the feeling of my tongue teasing you, the feeling of your thighs clenching around my head, the taste of you cumming on my tongue.”

“Please, sir,” the words left your lips before you truly registered, though Dr. Lee’s fingers froze. Your breathing was heavy as you waited, tension hanging in the air. He curled his fingers very slowly, drawing a whine from your lips.

“Say that again, darling,” his voice was low and much rougher with a clear growl now that along had you clenching.

“”P-Please, please eat me out, sir.”

Dr. Lee was quick to pull his fingers from your heat and bring them to his lips. He held you gaze until he sucked them into his mouth. You heard the groan muffled by his fingers as he let his eyes close, pupils nearly rolling back into his head at the taste. 

When he opened them again his gaze was much darker, he pulled his fingers from his mouth slowly, holding your gaze and earning a whine from you. You watched as he made his way to the foot of the bed, setting himself on a stool, his eyes grazed over the machine before he hit a few buttons and shifted his gaze back to you.

“Oh dear, it appears we’ll have to start again.” He smirked. “I hope you don’t mind.”

A sudden gasp left your lips as he gripped your thighs and pulled you towards him roughly. He pulled your panties off in a swift movement before throwing your legs over his shoulders. He pressed his lips to your skin on inner thigh, just above your thigh high and paused for a moment, before breathing in deeply.

“You really are a little minx, darling,” he purred, though his voice was rougher than he intended.

He gave you another sharp tug that pulled you close to his face, another gasp escaping your lips. He gripped your thighs tightly, fingers digging into soft flesh as he finally leg his tongue drag through your folds, groaning at the taste of your arousal on his tongue.

“And I was going to keep teasing you, darling,” he groaned, is composure slipping away faster by the second. “But you’ve got me ensnared. I really don’t think resist you.”

He eyes slid shut as he dragged his tongue through your folds again, before bringing his tongue to your clit. His fingers gripped you more tightly and a wanton moan fell from your lips as his tongue started to move in quick motions over the sensitive bud. Your hips squirmed in his strong grip as he experimented with different motions until he flicked past just right and your back arched off the bed.

You panted between moans and your hand flew to his head. Your fingers tangled into his hair that was just as soft and luscious as you’d imagined. You tugged lightly as your thighs started to tremble and felt the vibrations from his growl against your clit in response. Every movement of his tongue sent another tendril of pleasure curling around the tight coil in the pit of your stomach as he drew you closer and closer to your release that had already evaded you once.

“S-S-” you struggled to find the words, tightening your grip in his hair even more. “S-Sir, please, I-I-” your words were replaced with a moan as he sucked your clit harshly between his lips, still teasing it with quick movements of his tongue.

You cried out, arching off the bed as you finally came. Your thighs shook and squeezed around his head as wave after wave of euphoric pleasure coursed through your body. His strong grip kept your hips down as he continued his ministrations against your sensitive bud, playing with you to his heart’s content. Even as you started to come down from your high his tongue still teased you, fingers only digging further into your thighs.

“F-Fuck, sir, p-please,” you tried to twist your hips away, weakly tugging at his hair. You felt his low chuckle vibrate through your core, only overstimulating you more.

“Did you really think I was done, darling?”

Despite how sensitive and tired you were, you still felt yourself clenching at his words. Were you really about to refuse another orgasm from him?

No, no you weren’t.

“N-No, sir,” your voice was shaky as you spoke. You just managed to look down at him and the sight of him, eyes dark and full of lust, hair a mess between your fingers, and chin slick with your arousal only made you moan, turning you on all the more.

A smirk graced his lips as he held your gaze, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your inner thigh. “That’s what I thought, darling. Now relax for me, you do want better results this time, right?”

He didn’t give you time to answer as sucked your clit between his lips again. You fell back to the bed, shaky breaths and moans falling from your lips as he dragged his tongue lower. He teased your entrance, dipping his tongue in just enough to give you a small taste of the sensation. He kept it up, his gaze intense as he watched your reaction until your hips were chasing the feeling.

“And I thought you were tired, darling,” he teased. “But then again, you’re always so desperate for me, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes sir,” you moaned, your words falling off as he plunged his tongue into your core. His hands held your hips down as he curled and thrust his tongue into you, searching for your sweet spot. His movements were much like that of his fingers, calculated and almost calm, though there was an underlying hunger, and impatience as he made you come further and further undone. 

You moaned out as he passed by a particularly good spot inside of you, trying to buck your hips as he grinned against you. He moved one arm to press down over your hips, keeping them perfectly still as he repeated the motion. He drew moan after wanton moan from your lips as your toes started to curl from the feeling.

The ministrations of his tongue sent waves of pleasure curling and rushing through your body. Your mind was drowning, focused only on the feeling of his tongue as your orgasm built more and more by the second. You gripped the bed every tighter and pressed his face in as much as you could, earning a growl that sent delicious vibrations through you. The coil in the pit of your stomach was tightening, bringing you so close.

“F-Fuck, sir, I-I- please.”

Dr. Lee hummed against you, his tongue moving only slightly faster and brushing your sweet spot with a little more force. Even though you knew he already knew what you wanted the intention of his hum was clear.

Use your words.

“P-Please, sir, y-you fingers,” you gasped. “P-Please I-I need th-them, I n-need to c-cum, please, sir.”

A much louder growl vibrated against your core. The fingers Dr. Lee had on your thigh dug in deeper and he moved the hand on your hips until his thumb was pressed to your clit. He started to rub, quickly and roughly. He moved his tongue into you as quickly as could, curling against your sweet spot.

Your hand tightened into a fist in his hair and your thighs clamped tightly around his head as you came on his tongue. Waves of pure ecstasy crashed over your body as you arched off the bed, nearly screaming was the force of your release wracked your body, stars bursting behind your eyelids and every inch of you shaking.

Panting took over moans was you started to come down from your high, his tongue lapping up every last bit of your release greedily. You whimpered, your mind searching for words as it spun dizzyingly. You were sure he was planning on contuniting when the machine next to him let out a loud beep.

Dr. Lee looked almost annoyed as he pulled away. As you caught your breath he stood slowly, keeping your hips at the edge of the bed. He leaned over you just a bit, pressing hard length, tight in his pants to your sensitive core and earning a moan from you as heat rose in your cheeks.

“Do you feel that, darling? Do you feel what you’ve done to me. I-”

A knock at the door caught his and your attention. You worried for a moment that someone was about to inquire about your screaming, realizing the room probably wasn’t soundproof. Dr. Lee glanced at you for a moment before helping you further back onto the bed, then grabbing his lab coat. He pulled it closed around himself before heading to the door. You flipped your skirt down quickly and grabbed your sweater, covering your chest just before he opened the door.

You had to wonder if this place was full of ridiculously good looking doctors as you took in the attractive man in the doorway. His features were just as handsome as Dr. Lee, tan skin and equally perfect hair, he was already sprouting fantasies in your head. The two spoke quietly and you almost missed Dr. Lee’s face as he glanced back at you, just catching the hint of a smirk on his lips before he turned his attention back to the other doctor. He smoothed his hair quickly before calling to you.

“I’m terribly sorry, but something’s come up,” his voice was back to it’s usual sunny yet professional tone. “The nurse will be in in a few moments to undo the electrodes. And don’t forget to book your follow up in a few weeks.”

He sent you one last sunny smile before following the other doctor down the hallway, leaving you dazed in his wake, his words eventually sinking in as you scrambled to find your panties before the nurse came in.

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[sweetbettycooper]

Chapter 2 - Teaser

Hey guys sorry its taken me a while to get chapter two out ! I hope your all still keen to keep reading. The update will be posted in the next few days !!! 

So Read from the beginning or catch the sneak peek down below !

At this point Betty decided to stop listening to Archie's chatter. So far she had learnt almost everything about him and not spoken one word about herself. Betty didn’t care that he was a musician or played local rugby or wanted three kids and to grow old in Riverdale.

All she wanted was for a man to take some interest in her for once. Admittedly Betty did find Archie Andrews extremely attractive but as soon as he opened his mouth she began to see why he was still single. This would be the last time she ever let her mum set her up on a date.

Her ideal date would be considerate, share common interests and look something along the lines of a very sexy mechanic she met three days ago. She hadn’t received a text or call from him about her car yet but in secret she couldn’t wait to see him again.

Jughead Jones was the man she currently wanted to be on a date with and as Archie pulled out his phone to show her pictures of his band Betty just smiled and nodded absent to the whole situation. She did feel rude not paying attention to him but it was exactly what he did to her.  

If Jughead was here right now Betty thought to herself, she wouldn’t be able to stop smiling. There feet might accidentally brush under the table making him pause their conversation on literature and look at her with a sexy smirk making her giggle. They’d talk endlessly about mindless facts about each other that to anyone else would be totally boring but to them would be nothing but pleasure. And at the end of the date they would passionately kiss goodbye with the promise of tomorrow fresh in the air.

“Betty?”

“I’m sorry what did you say?” Betty shook her head startled, trying to refocus on Archie. Hiding her shy smile that was creeping onto her face at the thought of a man who wasn’t him.

“I just asked if you wanted to come to one of my gigs sometime?”

“Oh um I guess. It just depends on my work and if i’m babysitting for my sister.” Betty smiled not really wanting what ever this was to go past this one date. Not that she didn’t think his music would be good and that he wasn’t a lovely guy. Just that he wasn’t the guy for her.

“Of course yeah. We can just see what happens,” he replied smiling back at her. Betty hoped he didn’t feel any chemistry between them because right now she really didn’t want to have to tell him that she just wanted to be friends.

As Archie continued to talk about his life Betty really didn’t want to listen to him talk anymore and sent a quick text to her friend Kevin Keller under the table.

Betty: HELP. CALL ME.

She’d briefed him before coming on the date that she might need a way out and even though the doctor’s appointment she had scheduled for today was in another two hours Archie didn’t know that.

And right on cue her phone started ringing.

“I’m sorry Archie do you mind if I take this quickly?” Signalling he didn’t mind Betty answered the phone and began her charade with the doctor's office who was actually her good friend Kevin.

“Hello?”  

“Betty I was about to have sex let’s hurry this up.”

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry I forgot. Is the appointment still available?”

“Well I don’t know he seemed pretty upset being I stopped when he was right about to come.”

“Yes I totally understand.”

“And now it’s my turn so unless you have a third person who wants to join please end that date so I can go.”

“Of course now is fine for me. Thanks for fitting me in I’ll see you soon.” Ending the call Betty tried not to laugh at the absurdness of what her conversation just sounded like and focused on faking her escape.

“I’m so sorry Archie I have to go I completely forgot I had a doctors appointment scheduled for an hour ago but luckily they can fit me in now. I’m so sorry do you mind?”

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Mellifluous - Reddie

Mellifluous - A sound that is sweet, smooth, and pleasing to hear.

(Part One - Technically in Richie’s POV)

Reddie AU- Richie Tozier, a 17 year old broken boy in a broken home and his best friend/first love, Eddie Kaspbrak, a 16 year old mute boy who’s silence is loud enough to keep Richie sane.

Hi Guys! So this is really just the “introductory” chapter I guess so nothing really happens. I have a lot of ideas for what I want to happen in this fanfic and I’m really excited to see how it turns out as well as the response it gets, but the first few chapters have to explain the setting first. I hope that’s okay & I hope you all enjoy it and if you do, be sure to check back for updates :-) PS! They can both drive. They’re 16/17 here. -E

Warnings - Language??? (Pretty sure the only swears in this are fucking & dipshit though lmao), very vague mentions of Richie’s family.

Italics - Flashbacks

Word Count - 1.5k

The silence was nice and never awkward, it couldn’t be.

Richie was in the tall grass sat next to Eddie. Eddie Kaspbrak, his best friend of four or so years now and maybe someday, something more. Richie watched Eddie writing in his notebook. He never knew what Eddie wrote, he didn’t want to ask not knowing if it was personal or not. Richie always assumed that was as Eddie never offered the brown leather book to him but he was alright with that.

He sighed softly, resting the palms of his hands on the ground behind him and looking out across the water. The sun was not yet set, but low enough to make the water look dull other than the glimmers from the star itself.

Richie felt a tap on his upper arm and turned his head to see Eddie with his right eyebrow raised.

“What?” Richie asked simply, staring at the smaller framed boy next to him.

Eddie pointed at him before giving a thumbs up, his eyebrow still raised.

Richie smiled. “I’m good, Eds.”

Eddie glared at the nickname, causing Richie to laugh as he looked back to the water. Eddie looked back to his notebook before closing it and setting it to his side. The sky was turning the color of fire and it calmed Richie. It took him away from the impending doom of his own home and put him in a place he enjoyed being in.

Richie looked down, feeling something hit his shoulder before realizing it was just Eddie’s head.

The two friends stayed like that for the next hour, Richie humming his favorite songs and mindless rubbing Eddie’s arm with his thumb.

Richie and Eddie, as said before, had been friends for about four years. Richie didn’t know what he’d do without Eddie, and vice versa. Richie remembered the day they met as if it was yesterday.

“Come on, guys!” Richie whined, biking around his group of friends as they were too slow for him, “Let’s go to the party it’ll be fun! Plus, Derek’s mom is a total MILF.”

“Beep Beep, Richie.” Stan interrupted, though a grin was still planted on his face.

“We were all planning to have another movie night at Bill’s, Richie,” Bev added causing Ben to nod with her.

Richie rolled his eyes. “Can’t we do something different for once?”

They all looked at each other and Mike rolled his eyes, “Guys you know he’s not gonna shut up about it unless we go.”

“H-he’s right.” Bill chimed in.

“Great so we’re going!” Richie decided, stopping his circle around them and once again biking ahead, causing Beverly to groan.

Richie and the other losers showed up to the house that night and let’s just say, Richie was ready to drink away his problems. He rarely talked to his friends about what went on at home as he felt like it would burden them. They all knew the basics of it and he knew that they were there for him if he needed it but he usually covered up his problems with jokes that weren’t needed and it was never really talked about.

He easily found the kitchen which led him to the drinks. handing one to Beverly who was right next to him. She wanted to have a movie night but figured if she was there, she might as well have had fun.

“Cheers to fucking Stan’s mom.” he grinned, hitting his cup against Beverly’s.

She rolled her eyes and raised the cup to her lips before stating that she was going to go find Ben. Richie was alone.

He downed his drink and refilled the cup almost to the brim before making his way into the living room.

The night went on and the alcohol continuously made its way down his throat, no longer burning. He was dancing with his friends and making jokes that no one was stopping thanks to the intoxication.

Richie somehow ended up on the back deck after getting yet another drink. The autumn air hit his alcohol-based warm skin and it felt good. He found a chair and sat down, setting the drink aside and staring out at the lights cascading across the town of Derry.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been there but by the time he felt a tap on his shoulder, he was finally fully aware of his surroundings, only tipsy now. Alcohol didn’t seem to keep him drunk for as long as it used to but that was probably because he used it as an escape now. Who saw that coming?

He turned his head slightly to see a thin, brown-haired boy pointing at the chair next to him with raised eyebrows.

“Y-you wanna sit?” Richie asked, stuttering a bit, confused as to why the other boy wasn’t speaking.

The boy nodded and Richie nodded back, watching him sit.

Richie just stared at him before noticing the fanny pack around his waist. He giggled. “Is that a fanny pack?”

The other boy looked down before rolling his eyes at yet another comment made about his dad-like accessory. He nodded.

“What? Your mommy tell you not to talk to strangers?” Maybe Richie could get him to laugh but the boy just smiled at his remark, this time rolling his eyes sarcastically.

“I’m Richie.” He introduced himself, for some reason feeling the need to keep speaking.

The smaller boy seemed to laugh, only a breath escaping his lips as he dug through his now opened fanny pack and pulled out a sticky note and a pen. Richie watched him scribble something down on the small yellow paper before it was handed to him. “Eddie. I’m mute.”

Richie was still fairly tipsy and wasn’t able to comprehend what that meant. “Mute?”

The boy who Richie now new as Eddie grabbed the paper and wrote something again, handing it to him once more. “It means I can’t speak, dipshit.”

Richie’s mouth formed a small ‘o’ as it clicked in his brain. “A lot of pressure on me instantly to keep an interesting conversation going.” He spoke, and Eddie ‘laughed’ again.

They, well, Richie spoke for the next hour or so, Eddie nodding or laughing and sometimes writing something in response. Richie was genuinely surprised to know that Eddie even went to his school. He never really paid any attention to anyone outside of the losers because they were all he needed, or so it seemed.

“Hey, Eds?” Richie spoke softly, causing Eddie to look up at him, ignoring the nickname for now.

“Wanna see if the others wanna hang out tonight?” Eddie smiled and nodded, sitting back up and grabbing his notebook.

They both stood, brushing off their jeans before walking back to Richie’s house. His parents were out tonight doing god knows what but Richie really didn’t care about that. All he cared about was that he’d be able to use his phone without his parents throwing bottles at each other.

Richie unlocked the front door, stepping inside and holding the door open for Eddie. Something about Eddie had made Richie into a somewhat more decent human being… somewhat.

Richie called Bill Denbrough, another good friend of his. Bill was in the losers club before Richie was,

Bill picked up almost instantly, sending a ‘hello’ through the phone.

“Hey, Bill it’s Richie” Richie spoke, twirling the phone cord between his free fingers.

“Oh, huh-hey Richie w-what’s up?”

“Not much. Ed’s and I wanna know if we could get everyone over to your house for a movie night or something?” Richie continued, laughing when he felt Eddie punch his arm at the use of the nickname. Eddie would never admit it but Richie knew he liked the nickname.

“Huh-Yeah sounds like fun! I’ll i-invite the others!” Bill responded and Richie smiled. Of course, he messed with his friends but they were everything to him.

“Cool. Tell your mom to wait up for me.” Richie smirked, hanging up before Bill could even protest and giving Eddie a thumbs up in confirmation.

Richie lent Eddie one of his sweatshirts, the sleeves always ending past his fingers but it was cute on him, and a pair of his sweatpants which were also baggy on the skinny boy. Though they’d been friends for a long time, Richie always still turned away while Eddie changed, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

Richie changed too, grabbing a big blanket and two pillows and leading Eddie back outside to his car.

Richie let Eddie choose the music, smiling when he settled on a station that just so happened to be playing The Beatles. Richie felt his heart flutter as he watched Eddie smile at the lyrics out of his peripheral vision. He wanted so badly to reach over and hold Eddie’s hand but he refrained, observing him instead. The almost completely set sun casting deep burgundies and blues against his face. He looked beautiful.

A big part, if not all of Richie wanted this car ride to last forever. He wanted to be around Eddie forever.

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uhhhh hey guys was this good?? stay tuned for part 2 :-) -E

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Fallen Angels - Chapter 2

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A/N:

If you have any questions and/or suggestions please feel free to drop them in my ask box, they'll be more than welcome.

Please remember that everything here is pure fiction, meaning that the characters have made up personalities + experiences.

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F a L l e N     A n G e L s .

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. Hoseok's POV .

My alarm buzzed, it’s annoying sound echoing through the room, the house still dark as my grumpy groans disturbed its previous peaceful slumber.

I rolled over to turn it off, sighing. My head was throbbing after another sleepless night, my body seemingly heavy, strapped down against the bedsheets. I stared at the ceiling for a couple of minutes, recollecting my thoughts as the familiar sinking feeling inside my chest joined my unwillingness to get up.

I eventually stumbled my way to the bathroom across my bedroom, washing my face with cold water before staring at myself for a few seconds in the mirror.

Hm, I look tired. I exhaled, shrugging. My fingers brushed through the strings of my messy dark brown hair, leaving it naturally falling down my face, my piercing brown eyes indifferently staring at their own reflection.

Heading again towards my bed, I got dressed and grabbed my phone to head out, sighing as I found my dad passed out on the kitchen floor, snoring.

-Dad.-I nudged at his unconscious body with my foot.

If it weren’t for his heavy breathing, he could’ve looked like a dead body, his skin blueish pale and dry, his mouth wide open, dried drool all over his cheeks, his arms and legs effortlessly laying open on the cold tiles. I calmly checked for his heartbeat to make sure it was steady, before laying him on his side and making sure his tongue wasn't blocking his throat.

Without looking back again I headed towards the door, sighing as I carefully closed it shut.

I lazily rubbed my eyes as I walked down the street, still drowsy, my legs seemingly stiff, like dusty cranky rags stuck to my waist. I sighed once again, reaching into the back pocket of my jeans, remembering that I actually needed money to get around.

Wasn't it funny how in this world only mindless birds could afford to fly around without getting caught, and, even then, they’d still get shot or worn down.

I scrunched up my nose, looking down at my almost empty hands.

Ironic, huh.

I counted my change, stopping next to a flimsy street lamp, struggling to keep itself lit, still standing after seeing so many things pass by, not once being able to say anything. Leaning against it, I decided to take the bus.

At least I had enough money to make it there, just not enough to come back- not that it was that important.

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I looked up at the early grey sky, every day seeming to look exactly the same, time losing its track like a train would lose its rails after some time. I let out a loud sigh as I continued walking again, watching how the pavement moved beneath my feet, instantly forgotten like a light beam that quickly goes off in the middle of the night.

Although already knowing the answer, I wondered if my father would’ve woken up by now, if he would’ve turned to lay on his back again without me there to push him again, if he would’ve noticed how each breath got more difficult as saliva and vomit filled up his throat and lungs. I wondered if I would ever need to find his corpse, wasted burden, choked by his own sins, deadly cold on the floor, eyes and mouth wide open as he stares into his inevitable truth.

The doors of the bus interrupted my thoughts as I climbed on, sitting at the back and leaning against the window, now his image dissolving into the running landscape of ruined houses and colourless streets.

-Good morning, sleeping beauty.- I finally arrived at Namjoon’s place, greeted by his warm smile.

As we were the same age, we had always treated each other like unrelated brothers, hanging out around at fireplaces laughing our asses off, giving each other places to sleep whenever we needed, him crying on my shoulder whenever a random girl would dump him.

I looked at his big eyes full of light, his dimples popping out of his cheeks as he smiled, leaving me quite astonished. He was truly an outstanding guy, his brain surprising me at the most random times, making me always end up resorting to his comfortable wise words for shelter.

He ruffled his shiny pink hair as his tall built figure led me in, the familiar scent of his house sparking old memories in my mind.

-I just had breakfast, I can cook you something if you want...

-I would rather be shot in the leg than eat one of your scrambled eggs actually.-I giggled.-But, thanks.

-Bro, that hurt.

-Well, your eggs hurt more. Trust me.- we burst out laughing.- ...But how are you, buddy? Everything alright? Haven't seen you in days.

-Yeah yeah, everything’s the same.- he smiled reassuringly, sitting back at his old red sofa.- I’m just worried about Jimin, he hasn’t shown up in a while.

-Y’know how he is, Namjoon, don’t stress over it.

-I know, I know...I...-he sighed, frowning.-I’m just... tired of getting him out of everything, y’know... And now he’s god knows where with who knows whom and all I can think of is how much trouble he’s gonna get his ass in once he gets home.

-I know, buddy, I know.-I sighed, gently rubbing his back.-I mean, he should fucking thank us once in a while, he’d be nothing without us.

-Your head never leaves your own arse, does it?- namjoon chuckled.

-Why would it? Greater acoustics and all...

We laughed again, leaning back and smiling, happy small crinkles forming on the side of his eyes, a bittersweet taste in my tongue as a deep sigh escaped my lips.

We ended up spending the whole day together, another monotonous day, running errands, watching our stale life flash by, repetitive cycles that continue on- but at least we had each other.

The sun was starting to touch the top of the tallest buildings, soft clouds forming against the horizon as another night prepares itself to flourish. I looked out the window watching as cars drove by in silence,

-I’m going for a walk.- I took my jacket, longing to feel the cold sunset breeze on my skin.

-Staying or leaving?

Another question I despised, one I wish we could simply never ask again.

-See ya tomorrow, buddy.-I sighed, closing his front door, looking down at my feet as I headed down the street once again.

I remembered how long ago we had promised not to say goodbye every time we walked out of each other’s houses, afraid of it being our last. I couldn’t exactly put my finger on why we were so sure of our inevitable departure, however, as time passed by, like many other things in our relationship, I simply stopped questioning it. I smiled at that empty memory, a sinking feeling inside my chest as I shook harsh thoughts that came into my mind, feelings I wish I could get used to.

I deeply inhaled the cold breeze that brushed harshly against my pale skin, the trees around me seeming to dance alongside it, a deadly quiet silence falling upon the world as soon as they’d stop. The streets looked deserted, the only movement in them being the small leaves that dangled in the wind, prisoners of their own freedom.

Suddenly, I noticed a girl stumble on her feet next to me, losing her balance and quickly jumping forward, her arms spreading wide as a reflex. Such simple and idiotic gesture, I let out a soft chuckle, an unfamiliar tingle inside my chest as butterflies built up inside my stomach, a genuine smile growing on my lips. I continued on walking without looking back, her features out of my sight, only her falling image now in my recalling memory.

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The wind appeared to stop for a while as the sun came out for its last breath between the clouds, the same streets I had walked before looking as though they had a new light on them.

I hadn’t felt that in a while, huh. I smiled at myself as I looked down at my feet making their own path, as if they had somehow known it all along, still picturing that random incident in my mind, a clumsy girl tripping on her feet, like she had kicked a stone made out of thin air.

Adorable.

#fallenangels #fallenangelsau #bangtan #bts #bts imagines #writing #hoseok imagine #hoseok #jimin #jungkook #rapmon #namjoon #jin #taehyung

[helihi]

RWBY’s writing and pacing

It’s not weird to be on Tumblr and notice how people’s opinions tend to be polarizing. It doesn’t matter if we’re talking about politics or a simple tv show, the larger the fandom, the louder people tend to scream.

Last week, the FNDM went from “Does Illia is gay?” to Illia fits into the predatory evil gay trope and she might as well end up dead to fill the Bury your gays quota. Although we were able to see people in the grey area, the extremes were the loudest.

This week the discourse is as follows: RWBY’s writing is bad vs. “Oh my god, why do people always want action packed stories, you need some breathing in between and some exposition to set things up!”.

I’d like to bring an objective view on regards to this subject because I consider it to be extremely important when it comes to the show.

If you don’t ask for better writing, you’re not going to get any.

If you applaud mediocrity, you’re gonna get mediocrity.

RWBY’s writing has never been great. It has had fantastic set ups and scenes, but it has never been great. Yes, that also includes the time when Monty was still alive (Rest in Peace). I’m sorry, but the flaws have always been there.

I’d like to point the following things out for you guys to understand what I’m trying to say:

Volume 1

RWBY was barely starting, they didn’t have a big budget, so the episodes were short. This caused the plot to be very simple and every problem being solved quite rapidly.

The characters at first seem like tropes.

A shit ton of clichés.

Because of plot convenience, some characters act OOC to what we later know about them. (Since Jaune had to stand up to Cardin, no one of team RWBY or JNPR stood up to him when he was bullying Velvet and being a racist prick).

Blake being a faunus ended up leading to the volume finale and didn’t build up Team RWBY relationships and dynamics. We could have had a serious moment of self reflexion, not only Weiss realizing that she was putting every faunus in the same bag, but Yang and Ruby dealing with the fact that Blake hid who she was because of racism (also prompting a realization that maybe, until that point, they contributed to said racism by being bystanders).

However, vol 1 had great things on its side that allowed the show to continue.

Variety of characters.

Rich lore

Cool character concepts and weapons.

The show was funny.

I can accept that the start of the show was not the best, it was understandable giving how little budget they had.

Volume 2

The tone of the series becomes slightly more serious. We have new characters and new villains being introduced into the show. Something big is cooking and this is the first glance we get at it. The good include:

The humor is back.

That food fight scene eveyone loves.

The dance.

Papa Shcnee may not be a good person being foreshadowed.

Yang convincing Blake to go to the dance while also giving her space.

Dr. Oobleck being a great teacher and giving the girls an insight on themselves.

Neo and Raven making an appearance.

However, for some reason this volume seems really blurry in my head. Neptune’s character introduction is really bland, the in betweens of everything seem really irrelevant and most importantly: the season finale seems like a mid-season finale if anything.

Volume 3

My favorite volume; I’m going to be the least biased I can be. This volume featured a Naruto style tournament (I’m sure other animes did it before Naruto, but this one is the most widely known). This allowed the writers to show us some great battles, team combinations, and do some world building.

While the first half of the season relies more on comedy and action, when shit hits the fan it goes perfectly well. I have to say, the moment Yang gets caught after Emerald uses her semblance was the first moment since I started watching the show that I felt hooked. Somehow for the first time ever, I felt that something could actually happen. Stakes were being raised, and it shouldn’t come as anyone’s surprise that this season was the one that attracted as much fans as it did.

There are some bad things, unfortunately, about this season.

Ruby’s silver eyed warrior powers come from nowhere and it was only mentioned in the first episode ever.

A shit ton of new characters! But 0 depth to any of them!

We never get to see Team JNPR interactions that are not JP or NR centric, except that one time Jaune talked to Ren briefly in vol 2.

Seriously this volume needed more character interactions. We could have had Pyrrha interacting with team RWBY more. Even more team CVFY.

The FNDM grew exponentially, and the expectations to how RT was going to follow up to the fall of Beacon built up the moment volume 3 ended.

And finally, volume 4 arrived.

Volume 4

There’s nothing wrong with a slow volume. It’s true that you can’t have a show 100% about fighting. The reason popular animes and good shounen fights are popular is because of the stakes set up by character motivation and the plot. The problem with volume 4 is not the lack of fights, but how bad it fails at exploring the characters after the fall of Beacon.

Jumping from one character’s story line to another one didn’t help either. The constant teasing with cliff hangers began getting really obnoxious here. Is Qrow going to die? Is he? IS HE??

Ruby: she gets no character development. The only scenes that could be considered part of her arc would be: Ruby waking up listening to Pyrrha’s voice, only to find out it’s Jaune’s phone; the small talk she and Jaune have before fighting the creepy Nuckelavee; the letter she writes at the end.

Weiss: probably the best written storyline of the volume. However, having her train and building up the possibility of her actually facing her father before escaping, only to have her running away in high heels was not pay off. You can easily find a way to write Weiss confronting her father before leaving Atlas to find her team and save the world.

Blake: she heads to Menagerie in order to see her family again and find the way to cope with what happened at Beacon. She felt extremely guilty and was really in a bad place. Having Sun be with her makes sense, he says it himself, but the execution was extremely poor. Sun didn’t give Blake a choice. Furthermore, Blake is not able to open up after what happened at Beacon because she gets interrupted every time.

Sun: I’m so sorry his character ended up being comedic relief. He could have learned more about how to deal with Blake, and provide her with more emotional support that he ended up doing but no.

Yang: although I agree with most people that the events of volume 4 don’t have a canonical time stamp (because Miles and Kerry wanted to avoid plot holes), her coping with the fall is awfully paced. Armed and Ready was not earned by the end of the volume. I’m sorry, but Yang is not ready to face her demons yet. She’s suffering from PTSD, clearly needed to talk about what happened at the fall, and her feelings for Blake are filled with rage and hurt.

STILL NO SILVER EYES EXPLANATION DESPITE THE FACT THAT RUBY ALMOST DIED. WHY DOES THE SHOW KEEP TREATING THE MAIN CHARACTERS AS CHILDREN?

Klein being a really good character but only making an appearance twice.

The good of the volume include:

Raven and Qrow.

Ren’s backstory.

Weiss’s family being explored.

Did you miss it? You might have blinked.

Volume 5

This volume promised a lot of fighting, and to be honest, I rather have better set ups. Most of the people who are defending today’s episode claim that those of us who complain want mindless action without careful exposition.

I would like to remind everyone, including Miles and Kerry, the golden rule or writing for an audiovisual medium: SHOW, DON’T TELL.

I was already alarmed when I saw that Illia had more character development in a short, outside the main narrative, than Ruby got in an entire season.

I have many issues with this volume, most of them involve awful writing.

Ozpin’s story: why are the characters of the show getting so little information on him? Story wise it makes sense that us, the viewers, to piece together the information of this important character little by little; but within the show it makes no sense that Jaune and Yang are okay with knowing as little as they do. HOW OLD IS OZPIN? WHO IS SALEM? WHY DOES SALEM WANT TO DESTROY EVERYHTING?

Menagerie: Filled with cliffhangers and the slowest moving story ever. I love politic centered stories. For crying out loud, when everyone dropped snk because of it, I was hooked as fuck. The problem is that once again, the writers give you small doses of a plot line that should already be over.

Raven: is she evil? is she an anti-hero? Can the FNDM stop judging Raven so harshly after barely having any sort of explanation to why she’s doing things?

Most of the exposition during this volume has been through conversations of things we already know. The only things that are new are: Ozpin turning the Branwens into birds, the Branwens joining Beacon to learn how to kill huntsman, Ozpin confirmed for wizard and creator of the maidens.

And the worst part is, the CRWBY has written amazing scenes. Exposition doesn’t have to be bad, it can be perfect when done right:

Weiss and Yang’s conversation during ch8 was so beautiful. It established some common ground with them, it served to show Weiss’s character development; Yang finally gets to open up about Blake. The physical and oral communication this scene has is perfect. I love it so much, this is what the show needs. (Also, the animation was gorgeous, imma cry)

Illia’s conflict: not only when capturing Blake does she confess her feelings, she tells Blake that she was so blinded by her love of Adam that she didn’t know what Illia was going through and why she is acting the way she is now. The stakes are high with her, and I honestly want her redemtion arc ASAP.

Jesus, I wish I didn’t have to explain all of this, but I’m tired of people jumping to conclusions without thinking why people are complaining at the pacing of the show.

RWBY’s writing has never been great, it has had good times, but the pacing as always been terrible. Volume 4 showed the cracks clearer than ever before because more people were watching and the bar was set higher.

Anyways, here’s me hoping next week’s episode is better. This further proofs that my brothers claim is right: “The only way to enjoy RWBY is by binge watching it”.

#RWBY #RWBY5 #Me

[hiverforesteevee]

FNAF Fridge Highlights

My favorite entries from Five Nights at Freddy’s Fridge pages on TV Tropes

Some of these entries may be edited/abridged/modified, but for the most part, these are copy/pasted directly from the pages.  I didn’t write any of these, I just compiled them here for my own amusement.  Go to the site for even more intelligence and insight on these scary games!

SPOILERS

·        Why does Foxy’s eyepatch spring up after he barges in? Because Real Life pirates used their eyepatch during raids to get the eye covered accustomed to the dark quickly if they have to go fight in a darker part of the ship, not necessarily to cover a lost eye.

·        Several of the characters introduced in 4 had artwork that asked the question "Was it me?", referring to the Bite of '87, a mystery that has haunted the series since the first installment. But the biggest clue was there ever since the first entry, in a certain character's catchphrase. Hint: The one that keeps saying "it's me".

·        Why did the kids hate Mangle so much? Presumably, because parents thought Foxy was too scary for children, but Phone Guy noted that Foxy was his favorite, so maybe the kids were pissed their favorite animatronic got replaced by a Lighter and Softer Toy Foxy.

·        Why do Foxy (and Mangle) NOT fall for the Freddy mask? Well, foxes are always thought of as smart and cunning — besides, Foxy already proved his wits in the first game when he was the only one who tried to catch you off guard by approaching quickly enough that only the fastest reflexes would save you, and didn't just leave when he couldn't get in but actually banged on the door, signaling "I know you are in there, open up!"

·        This troper always found the Purple Guy's behavior leading up to his death strange. If the ghosts of the children he killed are now after him, how does jumping into the Springtrap suit save him? However, look at the Purple Guy's expressions. He starts out terrified of the ghosts, then dashes angrily (or determinedly) towards the Springtrap suit, laughing once he puts it on. Purple Guy possibly didn't jump into the suit to save himself. It could be that he jumped into it to deliberately set off the springlocks and kill himself. That night, he found out that ghosts are real, and that they are all tied to the suits they were stuffed inside of. That laugh could be him signifying that he has gained a victory over the children by giving them exactly what they wanted: his death. Now, he has effectively given himself a form of immortality. No wonder the children can't find peace!

·        Why is the new animatronic called Springtrap? Because when the purple guy got into the suit, the SPRINGS holding the animatronic devices in the suit collapsed, TRAPPING the purple guy in the suit. It's also brilliant in a meta way considering that the game was released in March without a specific date attached to it. You could say that the game itself was a literal spring trap!

·        Why is Freddy the first animatronic you control in the post-level minigames? Because they take place after Freddy Fazbear's Pizza has closed down and been left to rot, and Freddy becomes more active in the dark.

·        Although several of the confirmations/revelations in this game might seem hard to swallow — probably the biggest one being that the Puppet was the Murderer's first victim and bound the souls of the later victims to the animatronics in an overzealous and rather misguided attempt to bring the Murderer to justice — they're easier to accept when you remember that the Missing Children are, you know, children. Children are not known for their ability to think in the long-term or to thoroughly and seriously consider their actions; their brains are still undergoing a lot of development, and they tend to be very impulsive and only consider things in the short-term. So the Puppet still can be considered a "good guy" (certainly better than the Murderer at least) or even the Big Good of the Five Nights at Freddy's series in a sense because, even though it's responsible for the madness that the animatronics wrought, it genuinely was trying to help the other children in the only way it knew how. Likewise, even though the animatronics slaughtered an unknown number of innocent security guards, you could argue that they genuinely were trying to bring their murderer to justice; again, poor impulse control means that they're unlikely to stop and really try to assess whether the security guard is innocent or not. This is also a hint of Springtrap's true identity. It acts much, much differently than the other animatronics, generally being content to wait the player out and is much sneakier and more intelligent, being able to infiltrate the office in different ways. As Springtrap contains the spirit of an adult — and a Serial Killer, one who was smart enough to evade the authorities, at that — its methods are much more sophisticated and well thought-out.

·        The Arc Words "IT'S ME" are suspiciously absent from FNAF3, even though they appeared in the previous two games and maybe also in the fourth ("Was it me?" on the Nightmare Bonnie image), why? Well in this game, we're only dealing with the ghost of the Purple Man - and "IT'S ME" might've been just connected with the Children. A message from them to (who they assumed was) the Purple Man. As in "Hi there! Remember that innocent child you killed and then stuffed in an animatronic? Well, guess what, motherfucker? IT'S ME"

·        A clever one on Scott's part here - watch the scene where Purple Guy dies. When he's freaking out, he avoids the water on the floor... but when he runs to the suit? He runs THROUGH the water. Moisture is said to set off the suits! Moisture on his feet set off the suit and killed him. It wasn't the laughing, not even getting in the suit - he'd gotten in the suit before to kill the children originally and had probably laughed, so he knew that doing those things was safe. It was trying to survive by running through the water (which was the quickest way to the suit) that killed him.

·        Though "exotic butters" being a gift basket for the main character appears to be part of the glitchy keypad's Running Gag, the technician may have been attempting to request it on purpose, considering how much popcorn he eats.

·        There are some parallels with the vampire soap opera and with the story of Circus Baby and Mr. Afton: 1) Vlad refuses to admit that he fathered a child, even though the baby has his skin color and habits. Mr. Afton created Circus Baby based on his daughter, but now he's left her to rot in the Circus Baby basement, to be shocked and forced to perform for no audience. 2) Vlad's son wreaks havoc in his mother's house and at the daycare. Circus Baby killed a girl by accident and at night manipulates the security guard into helping her and the other animatronics escape. 3) In the Fake Ending, Vlad and Clara reconcile, but they don't address their bigger problems like the child support, or her cat getting traumatized. Eggs escapes in the Fake Ending and is fired with a severance package that included exotic butters, but Mr. Afton is still on the loose, Ennard is in Eggs's house, and the two technicians will remain vanished from the lore.

·        "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria Simulator", is a Double-Meaning Title. Besides describing the "Pizzeria Tycoon" portions of the game, it also describes the location in which the game takes place — it's a "simulation" of a Fazbear's Pizzeria meant to lure Springtrap, Baby, etc., to a location where they believe they can once again continue to murder innocent children, only for them to be trapped and destroyed within.

·        It's possible to receive a lawsuit accusing one of your animatronics of having hurt someone... even if you have yet to purchase and/or salvage a single animatronic. These might simply be comically pathetic money grabs by parents trying to con you, but perhaps there's more to them than that. The story of the game eventually makes it clear that Cassette Guy has been deliberately trying to lure all the possessed animatronics into your restaurant throughout the entire game. Even if you refuse to salvage any of them, they're probably still hanging around in the alley directly outside of the pizzeria, hoping to find a way inside. It's completely plausible that they might maul anyone unfortunate enough to wander into that back alley, or even briefly break into the restaurant just to cause trouble. This is supported by the fact that you will sometimes have to fight off animatronics in your office even though you never salvaged them as a result of them hiding in larger objects you buy. This proves that at least some of them are capable of breaking in without your permission.

·        The Puppet's origins are alluded to as early as the second game, when the Phone Guy briefly discusses his uneasiness around it. "It can go anywhere" because it was designed to go anywhere, even outside the perimeters of the restaurant, to help a child in need. "It's always thinking" alludes to the fact that THIS puppet is different from the mindless drones that Phone Guy would be used to, having worked with the company since early on.

·        You would have expected going back to Freddy Fazbear's would have brought back the old camera-watching mechanic that's been missing for the last few games, but nope, all you get is a motion sensor. Why? Because if you had cameras, you could see that the animatronics aren't wandering the pizzeria you're building — they're wandering Cassette Guy's death maze. It'd completely spoil the Wham Line of what this location's true purpose is.

·        The Racing Minigame. Taking the proper turn in Lap 4 takes you to a sort of 8-bit adventure game where you control Orange Man as he drives around between a couple of locations, including his home and (apparently) a bar. Neat Easter Egg, right? ....No. Go back to the racing game and watch the bottom half of the screen: that's oncoming traffic. You're not racing anybody, you're just a drunk driver. Specifically, a drunk driver who thinks you're in a car racing.

#fnaf #tv tropes #fridge highlights

[micleadd7]

Social media

Just add me on Facebook. Did you see my lunch the other day on Instagram? CleverBets2017 is now following you.You have been added to the whats app group Jeans 40th birthday. I guarantee at some point in the last few years you have all heard these things be you a Twitterer, Facebooker, Instagrammer, whatsapper or otherer (there's always an otherer) the crazy world that is socialising and social media absorbs your daily being, turning you into a mindless scrolling zombie. Flicking from one app to the next without a care in the world. Have we forgotten the days of calling people for a chat in the kitchen because that's where the phone is? looking through pictures you have had developed from holidays gone by? TEXT MESSAGING!?  HAVE WE LOST OUR WAY IN A BLUR OF CLICK  BAIT ARTICLES, MEMES AND COMMENT SECTIONS ON GROUPS THAT OFFEND THE PEOPLE WHO NEED TO BE OFFENDED!!  Let's start at the beginning.

Firstly I must point out the thing that makes most of this possible, the enabler of such activity, without it people would sit in a bar by themselves waiting for their friends awkwardly, the smart phone. Iphone/Samsung/Pigeon carrier whatever you are you have the tech literally at your fingertips to engage with anyone anywhere at any point. Bluetooth, 4g, WIfi, order a taxi, order a pizza for the taxi, watch TV, listen to the radio, I mean what is there that your smartphone does not do? What happened to the days of 3 ringtones per phone, polyphonic nonetheless, the genius that was snake, phones that when you dropped them instead of the screen smashing into a thousand pieces you feared for every bone in your foot. Now you have a bing, ding or some other strange noise you've never heard before and that's it, you are taken away into the online world forever, well not forever but at least for the foreseeable.

Ok anyway the beginning, well maybe not the beginning let's not forget Myspace with its click counter and putting your friends in order of who you liked the most. But no the real beginning for me has to be the arrival of Facebook. Facebook changed the boundaries of social etiquette in so many ways. People; be it dates, friends, random weirdos at a party or work no longer exchange phone numbers or show pictures. No no that's no longer necessary, ‘What's your full name?’ That is necessary, and a whole lot simpler to try and guess than a long list of numbers. Yes a person's full name is all you need for a full back catalogue of the last 10 years of anyone's life. Pictures, relationships, family members, age, home town, which spice girl you dressed up as at your local school disco it's all there, waiting for you, willing you to find it! More info than any sane human being should be able to process after 5 minutes of facebook stalking someone. Oh yes that's the other thing, I mean another thing, there are many things. Facebook stalking someone is widely known and accepted. As if this level of intense research into someone's life is any different from actual stalking. Looking through Katies pictures from her trip to Benidorm in 2003, specifically pausing on the bikini clad pics is just as creepy as standing outside her house in the rain hoping to steal a glimpse of her in the shower. Katie if you are reading this you can't prove anything. I guess the difference being is Katie put those pictures on Facebook right? So she wanted people to see them right? Her friends right? In which case she should be ok with her friends waiting outside her window in the rain, trying to get a glance at some sideboob action. Not sure why it has to be raining but it just does.

So what's your name? Add me on facebook. If they are interesting enough you trudge through making opinions on things. The thing is Facebook is a keyhole into someone's life that they want you to see. We all know this yet we all forget it. People (and when I say people I mean everyone) are fabricating whole lives through social media. Informing overs about brilliant family get togethers, forgetting the 16 arguments that occurred on the day and merely commenting on the pictures with everyone smiling. Adding road trip tags about how awesome the journey was even though Dave was asleep the whole way and Nick wouldn't stop farting. Or there's the amazing stays in hotels or brilliant 5 star meals or BBQing with every friend possible… You can forgive people for wanting to only post the most exciting parts of their  lives, I do the exact same thing but just once i'd like flick open the app and see:

Katie is thinking about staring at a tree.

It would probably get the same amount of likes anyway!

All that being said there are several scenarios that have grown into the very fabric of FB. Those things that happen which we all know about but either ignore, forget or are apart of. The ground to cover here is vast so I will move quickly;

The sheer anger towards each other in comment sections on a post nobody can even remember after the 45 replies is embarrassing.And it always ends with someone correcting someone else's fucking grammar, And no Michael Jackson isn't just here for the comments and popcorn.

People who re-post nonsense that starts with, ‘Most of your friends won't have the guts to re-post this’ can all suck a bag of dicks.

People who still play games and still send out invites - HOW ARE YOU STILL DOING THIS?

Click bait articles in which you never get the answer to the question posed in the headline which just makes me so mad I want to argue with anyone in the comments section.

When you see people still fraping each other and it depends on your mood as to if it's funny or not that MIke loves huge cocks.

And then there's this;

Saying Happy birthday on your birthday. I kid you not I have both posted happy birthday on a good friend's wall when he changed it for a joke looking like I have no idea when his birthday is and also missed a good friend's birthday because they took it down from Facebook. In fact the alert of someone's birthday on every single morning of every single day reminds me that i'm still friends with that person on here and that I should remove them from my Friends list, HAPPY BIRTHDAY INDEED! I do enjoy the Happy Birthdays on my birthday though, I wonder how many friends I lose on that day. Imagine that last sentence attached to real life, ‘I wonder how many friends I lose on my birthday’. Yeah thanks Facebook.

After all that nonsense there's then the people which I always say I will never be but will never know until I get there, Mums and Dads. The people who feel the need to show their children off to the whole internet every time he/she sneezes. Don't get me wrong, new parents I understand, absolutely, but there's a point where it surely must stop.

So proud of little Tommy here he is on:

His first day at school. 20 likes

At a swimming Gala 30 likes

Riding a bike 35 likes

Sleeping 100 likes.

FUCK OFF, i'm serious. How Is it that parents manage to escape the ability to realise that nobody else on earth is as interested in their child as much as they are. Well apart from the Savilles of the world but surely that's just adding to reasons why little Tommy on a bike should be kept to exactly that. I mean you wouldn't walk up to a stranger in the street and go, hey guy look at my kid in his new school Uniform, you like? Just give me a thumbs up and then tell all your mates to come look and give me a thumbs up as well.

Saying that I want to see pictures of your kids (sounds odd) about as much as I want to see pictures of your dinner. A friend of mine whatsapped me the other month (because nobody texts anymore. You all have that one friend that still texts you and you can't understand why) asking if i'd seen his dinner from the night before. What on earth happened before facebook/Instagram? Did people invite the neighbours over to look at their food before telling them to go away so they could eat it? Stupid thing is if someone stalks me ON FACEBOOK long enough i'm probably guilty of this myself. If like me as well you grew up with facebook when it first became a thing, I was at UNI. Hundreds of pictures of me being drunk and doing stupid things went up over a 3 year period. I was completely oblivious to the concept that my Parents Aunties/Uncles and all relatives may at some point join this network, leaving a huge window into my life open for anyone to see. Adam why are you in a shopping trolley at 6am? At least it's not my dinner!!!

While Facebook was the poster boy for socialising online there were many other apps following suit which had you mindlessly scrolling through smart phones as if other people were simply not in the room. To coin a phrase, does your phone want a drink? If it's not instagram with its crazy hashtags, #blog #tumblr #words #life #trees #Lettuce it's Twitter with well it's crazy hashtags, or SnapChat or Tinder or Fuckafish. I made that last one up but i'll bet if I had a quick look I would find an app for such means, probably endorsed by Bear Grylls.

With all this mindless scrolling going on we venture into the world of whatsapp. Past the causal 1-2-1s you have with your friends where you send constant pictures of yourself smiling like an idiot because you are bored of checking if your twitter post has been retweeted, there's the groups. Not as in Louis got the groups but the groups. You will have a group of friends group, a different group of friends group but with certain friends from the first group in that group, a family group and birthday group, a work group, without that dick from finance, a travelling in the car somewhere that nobody comments in anymore because you went wherever you were going group, a holiday group, a friend's pet group a... you get the picture. Your life is taken over when you wake up to 50 unread messages, mostly because Nick posted a funny meme or Rachel wants the money for the birthday present.You reply as thoroughly as you can copy and pasting Nick's now that you've woken up hilarious meme into several other groups,  pleased with the joke stealing laughs you are getting. Even if they all seem to be out loud. You find you have lost hours of the day communicating with people you could have just gone to see.

Further to that time wasting notion the creators then bought you whatsapp.web. Allowing you to have the app on your desktop, a sort of throwback to Messenger but with less smileys in people's titles and no nudge function. Shame on the no nudge function, loved having the feeling of a headache portrayed on a computer. So yes Whats app on your computer. At home. At work more like. With a million and one things to do, you are busy chatting to friends, family members and anyone who wants to listen. Tweeting about something completely unimportant, clicking through picture after picture of a lovely pie and mash or cheese board or a dog's dinner on Instagram only stopping to briefly stalk that girl you met last night on Facebook, she didn't give you her number but that's ok you don't need that. You've got a complete overview of what she's been doing for the last 10 years or so.Hell you don't even need an umbrella, it's not raining in your office.