#gotta get it through your head 😪

[shawolsos]

Rip Big, woulda loved Heartbreak Girl by 5sos 😔

#the worst part is i can't even tell if this is a shitpost or completely serious #gotta get it through your head 😪 #that you belong with me instead 😔✊ #brocken #everytime big is on screen you're just going 'aww poor lil guy' #big kinnporsche #big kp #kinnporsche #kinnporsche brainrot #5sos #5 seconds of summer #cerys rambles

[tokio-motel]

EHEEHEHEHEHEHEHE(i will be sending a gustav version of this soon cause it is also almost his birthday)

lemme get theeeee the third leg whopper(separate headcannons (OR just a full fic do you bae) of bill and tom) getting birthday sex from male reader cuz like😍😍😍 reader doing pretty much everything tom loves that reader does(if u wana talk abt the kinks in dms we can cuz i aint typin alat rn)

and for billl reader doing EVERYTHING(almost cuz bro is 100% subtop) bill likes in bed cause yk he would have some mf favorite things to do in bed cuz like😪✌🏾

OH i also do not care if younger or older bill and tom like u choose

2009 KAULITZ TWINS: BIRTHDAY SEX (seperate)

hi babe 😇 erm im doing headcannons cus i just did a full fic and I don't got that kinda motivation rn....uh we are doing 2009 cuz that's like my second fav era 😻

(Contains some smut themes so if you don't like that don't read!)

BILL:

・bro is a subtop.. do i even gotta explain?

・Like he understands he's bigger than you, in both ways, but dear god being submissive for you is so exhilarating.

・You better be nice to him on his special day, bae.

・Hearing your words of praise send waves of pleasure through him.

"So good, so perfect oh my god...."

・Sir kink 😻😻

・Just whimpering out a soft 'please sir' if you choose to edge him or something

・Making him stop his movements until he begs to continue? yes pls

・Hair pulling....

・Just tugging on the dreads, eliciting small whines and whimpers as he continues his pace.

・He really likes when you moan out for him, he loves pleasuring you and making you happy oh my GOD

・He can't help but kiss and bite your sensitive skin, leaving small hickies and purple bruises all over your neck and (sometimes) chest.

・Gripping onto your waist, leaning his head into your neck once he can't make out sounds, too focused on how good you feel around him.

・A bit of overstimulation never hurt anyone, right?

・Maybe riding him for another round after he's came, listening to his squeals and whines of pleasure as his eyes roll back.

TOM:

・horny ass mf..

・he's acting more superior than usual since it's his birthday

・He's a bit of a sadist.

・Spanking your ass or slapping your thighs listening to your moans of pleasure mixed with pain

・Slight dacryphillia

・Watching those tears fall from your eyes as he fucks you, dear lord...

・He likes when your hands go up to his cornrows, tugging at them gently.

・shh dont tell anyone he's a brat tamer 😴😴🤞

・I've said this before and ill say it AGAIN: SIR KINK

・Just hearing you barley manage a 'yes sir...!' as he pounds into you, sinking his nail into your waist..

・Watching you grip the sheets as you babble, moaning incoherent words is enough to make him cum.

・Leaving hickies on your neck as he continues his movements, listening to your little gasps and whines.

・His moans and groans as he tells you how good you are!!!!😻

"Oh fuck...god your so perfect. taking me so well M/N, so well.."

・He likes to wrap his hands around your neck or waist, aroused at how huge they are on your body.

#ew why did i write this like that #anyways #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel x male reader #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x male reader #bill kaulitz x male reader #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x y/n #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz x reader #sub bill kaulitz #shii i think that's the right term

[brighttears]

What is Thicker Than Water

Joel Miller x f!reader

No physical description, no use of y/n

Summary: In the aftermath of an attack on you, Joel, and Ellie, Joel cleans someone else's blood off of you. You reflect on your maternal violence, you and Joel connect without needing words. 

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Vivid descriptions of violence, injury, and blood, mentions motherhood (reader is not a mother), pet name (baby)

A/n: this is purely self indulgent kind of based around inner monologue ?  and perhaps a little weird . I have a request that I am going to do! just haven’t had the fluff in me past couple days 😪

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You feel your screams more than you hear them, all of your attention focused on your fist colliding with his face. Drowning in a vengeful ferocity, you’re barely aware of where you are until something heavy pushes you off of the body. You thrash under the new grip on your arms until Joel’s voice, “It’s me, it’s me.” reorients you, “It’s okay. Ellie’s okay.” 

His eyes are wide looking at you and then down to your reddened fist. Carefully, he takes it in his hands to evaluate. “We need to go.” looking past you, he adds, “Now, Ellie, we gotta move.” and then he’s pulling you by your wrist and you fall from one foot onto the next. Everything is blurred and blaring; your hand and face are throbbing hot, pain stabs through the soles of your feet as they land harshly on the concrete and you heave fire. Shouts and gunshots chase you.

“Ellie,” you swing your head around, looking. 

“It’s okay, I’m here,” you find her at your side and then you’re back and remember to sprint. 

When you get to the truck, you fling the back door open and shove Ellie in before you. Joel’s door slams shut as he jerks onto the road.

In the backseat, you take Ellie’s face in your hands, frantically examining her, “Are you ok?” you ask, gasping raggedly. The truck rattles and bumps. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you see doe eyes looking back at you and a harsh red contrasts in the corner of your eye. Removing your hands from her face, you find the source and stare down at your shaking hand. 

“Shit.” Your knuckles are maroon, seeping bright red down into your sleeve. 

“Are you ok?” Ellie’s young voice sounds over the pounding in your ears as you continue to stare, unable to understand what you are seeing. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, are you ok?” you shoot your eyes back up to her, panic’s adrenaline having your teeth almost chattering.

Ellie blinks her doe eyes, a mystery flashing over her brow before she responds, “Yeah, I’m ok. Okay?” she raises her eyebrows, trying to find your focus with her eyes until you nod in acknowledgment. 

“Joel?” you look to the front seat. 

His shoulders are strung up, knuckles white and twisting on the wheel. In front of him is a wash of muted blue and a strip of speckled gray, the yellow divider lines rushing centered under the car. “I’m alright.” he reassures you. Staring straight ahead, all you can see of him is his tense shoulders, taut curled hands, and silver streaked hair. “Ellie, check the rest of her.” 

You look down and wet red is spattered over your brown plaid flannel. Ellie takes your shoulders to turn you, leaning around to look over your back, then smooths her hands over your covered arms. She leans down, tugging at your jeans to check over your legs, and then calls to the front, “She’s fine except for her face.”

“My face?” you raise a hand up to touch it and immediately regret it when a sharp pain from your nose electrifies your entire face. You pull away red fingers. “Did I break my nose?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Joel tells you, “Everythin’s fine. I’m gonna find somewhere to stop as soon as I can.”

“Shit,” you sway as you recollect the events prior to being here in the rickety, rumbling truck—

The raider had Ellie on the ground, one hand holding her hands clasped above her head and the other pressing the barrel of a gun against her forehead. Her wailing resounded in your skull and your body went numb. Then you were straddling him, screaming and hammering your fist into his face. You look back down at your bloody knuckles. “Shit. Did you get the stuff?”

Joel sighs through his nose, “No.”

“Shit.” you rub your palms over your eyes and then drag them down your cheeks.

“We’ll find it another way. Don’t worry about it. You’re my main concern right now.” he glances at you from the rearview mirror.

You can feel the adrenaline flowing out of you as your body weighs into the cool leather seat. Knowing that the three of you are all safe, together in the small cabin of the truck, you let your head lean back as your brain smothers you with sleep.

—

“Baby, hey,” a voice ripples from somewhere above you. Barely on the cusp of consciousness, you can’t identify whose it is, but something makes you want to go to it, so you kick your legs and swim back up to opening eyes. “Hey, we’re stoppin’ here for the night.” 

“Stop where.” you push yourself awake, blinking your eyes wide. “Oh fuck. Ow.” You reach a hand up to your face but Joel blocks your wrist. 

“Come on, we’ll take care a that inside.” 

You follow another painful ache to your hand, bloody and swollen. “Jesus.”

“It’s alright, just let me get you inside.” Joel touches your arm, urging you out of your seat, and your feet drop onto gravel.

“Where’s Ellie?” 

She appears in front of you, “I’m here.” Her voice is clear and refreshing. 

“Okay.” you stare at her, she gives you a soft smile, and then you bring her into your arms, resting your chin over her shoulder. You pet her hair once, shaggy and loosely held in her hairband. Ellie takes a deep breath and it flows over your neck and shoulder. You let her go and the three of you start walking to the run-down motel.

Inside, Joel unloads your gear onto the stiff, tan armchair and fake-wood side table in the corner while you and Ellie sit down on the creaky metal queen bed. He digs out his water canteen and a scrap of cloth, nearing threadbare, and turns to you sitting behind Ellie, combing your fingers through her hair before retying her ponytail, murmuring consolations. She giggles, light but warm hearted, her finger tracing over the flowers on the bedspread. Joel touches your shoulder for you to stand, and then gently guides you into the bathroom just across from the bed with a hand on your lower back. 

You lift yourself up to sit on the counter, facing Joel, and he pulls the door in until it’s open only a crack. He takes your chin to turn with his thumb and index finger and you watch his eyes run over your face. “Looks much worse than it is. Just bloody.” Then he takes the cloth and presses it folded around the lip of the canteen, flipping it briefly to wet it. When he starts wiping the cool wetness over your forehead and cheek you look at him quizzically, under the impression that the only wound on your face is your nose. He avoids your eyes so you turn to look at yourself in the mirror. Your reflection startles you. 

The thick red running from your nose, over your lips and down your neck, dark and clotted, isn’t unexpected, but the smears and splatter covering the rest of your face are. A slit on the bridge of your nose has coated it almost entirely in red, but the rest of you is heavily freckled with blood that is not your own. It’s gotten into your mouth, it sticks in your eyebrows and passes your hairline. Looking at your reflection, you see a mutilator, a knife, a butcher, a murderer. In your eyes you recognize something that you can’t immediately place, but realize it is a look you’ve only seen in a mother’s eyes. You’re emblazoned with bloodshed, decorated by the inherent aptitude of love. You go to wipe two fingers over a large blotch near the corner of your mouth and there you are met with your bleeding instrument. With a shuddering sigh, eyelids fluttering, you continue to rub. 

“Hey,” with a hand on you trap, Joel pulls you back to face him, “it’s okay, it looks much worse than it is—”

“Did I kill him?”

Joel sighs, “I don’t know. Didn’t stop to check, just ran.” he goes back to swiping broad strokes over your face with the cool cloth. 

You remember the face under your fist again and Ellie, the way she looked with that gun on her forehead, and then the way she looked at you in the car. 

“Ellie.” you whisper, looking into Joel’s eyes and grabbing his biceps, anxiety puckering your brow, “She saw all that. What if she’s scared of me now? What if she thinks I’m gonna hurt her?” 

Joel shakes his head. “Kid’s seen way worse. You don’t need to worry about that. This is gonna hurt now, I’m sorry.” he looks back to your face instead of your eyes, moving the cloth to your nose. The pain is stifled by the burn of his words, the reminder of the tragedy of young Ellie. You can’t save her from what’s happened to her before you met her, you can’t protect her from all of it, you can protect her from very little. Death is only one of many enemies. You could kill half the country, beat anyone who even has a thought of hurting her, and you still couldn’t save her. You stay still as he mops up the blood. 

When he refolds the cloth you see the bright red starting to permeate it and swallow hard as he starts brushing it over your lips. Joel tips your chin up with a finger and then takes the back of your neck to hold it in place as he slowly drags the damp cloth over your chin and down your neck. “Okay, lemme see your face again.” He whispers, then using his thumb and fingers to rub at the faded spots, his other hand still on the back of your neck. “Does your nose hurt?”

“A little. How fucked up is it?”

“It’s a little bent… kinda cute, though.” He smirks and it slices through your film of gloom and you smile. He stills his hand and watches his thumb resting in the flesh of your cheek. 

“You should see the other guy.” you whisper. 

Joel chuckles, “I did.” Then he sighs softly, taking his hand away from your face to scan it with half lidded eyes. “Alright, lemme see your hand.” He lets go of your neck and fully refolds the cloth, flipping it over the bottle again to wetten it, then changes his mind and chooses to first run the water over your hand.

“Fuck.” you whisper, flinching as it burns the open skin at the peak of your knuckles. 

“I know baby, I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t worry about it. Just reflex.” you take a deep breath and he starts wiping at the caking red with the near already saturated cloth. 

“I know. I’m still sorry.”

“Is it broken?”

“A little. It’ll heal on its own. We’ll just keep it wrapped.”

‘We’ll’ sounds good coming out of Joel's mouth, meaning us, as in I'm with you. 

He runs the last of the water from his canteen over your hand, does some final brushes and blots with the cloth, and then says, “Stay here.” He dips out of the room and comes back with a brown stained tan rolled bandage. He folds the wet cloth to lay over your knuckles, securing it with his hand under yours, palm up, able to hold each side down with his thumb and index finger. He starts wrapping your hand, taking his time, stopping to redo a roll if he’s not happy with it. You smirk unconsciously, watching his knitted brow and lips pouting in focus. When he’s done, he holds it from below again, turning it slightly to make sure it’s to his liking. Joel looks up to meet your eyes and takes his other hand to rest under your jaw and over your cheek. He takes another deep breath as his eyes flicker down to your lips and back at your eyes. He sighs.

There is still residue from the thick pour of blood from your nose over your chapped lips. He can't help himself and brings them to his, transferring copper onto his tongue, tasting the bloodshed as justified. He keeps gentle hold of your wrapped hand until you bring it to rest over his shoulder, then moving to hold your waist instead, fingers, dirty and scarred, digging soft nails into your charred and stained skin. He steps closer to you and you take your other hand to grasp his hair, raising your chest, inadvertently seeking more contact. For the sake of your nose, he’s trying to be gentle, but you thirst for each other, hooked on the stranger’s wine on your lips and tongue. Joel moves closer until he’s against the counter himself, taking the hand from your waist down to splay over where your shirt and pants meet to pull you closer; your bodies are pressed middle to middle, organs to organs. Your back is arched to adhere to him and you roll your hips into the heated contact. When a soft moan slips out of you, you and Joel pull apart, temperature falling remembering Ellie in the next room. Still connected, you’re Narcissus in the pool of each other’s eyes; revealed, wet and tragic; decoded, devastating captives of love. 

Copper rolls around on your tongues bittersweet. You thumb away your red mark on Joel’s cupid’s bow and another on his cheek. It’s ironic how easily blood can be washed off of skin. 

In the faint vestige spots of violence on your face, Joel reads ‘Ellie’. Again he treasures your eyes and the look he saw in them from the rearview mirror—hysteria, soul gripped so hard it was turning blue, instinctually boring into Ellie, short circuiting in it and asking her twice. He is Narcissus in your eyes. He slides his hand over your neck, finding your pulse with his thumb. “You’re okay.” he whispers. 

“I’m okay.” you whisper back.

“She’s okay.” 

“She’s okay.”

#the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #joel the last of us #the last of us hbo #joel miller the last of us #the last of us fic #the last us hbo #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller fan fiction #joel miller fanfiction #joel tlou #joel miller tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou #tlou hbo

[kthecutest]

hi darls<3 how are you I haven't been to online these days therefore I am sick and my throat hurts (and on my bday I'm 19!🤸) 😪 this feeling sucks but I was better reading and re-reading your au's/smut

and while reading one I suddenly had an idea (a smut one gosh I have a brain rot🤸)

you just came home and you call out for Jo and you hear nothing but you hear whimpers and moans from the bed room and when you came in Jo was (ehem jerking of) you decided to not open the door all the way (to enjoy the show🤸🤸‍♀️🤸🤸‍♀️🤸🤸‍♀️🤸) and when he cummed you finally came in "had fun baby?" and he looks at you shocked and surprised and is (embarrassed sort of🤸)

-🤍 anon

omg please take care of yourself! (╥ᆺ╥；) sending you my best wishes! Get well soon! And also I'm so glad you feel better reading my smuts. Your idea is so on point even despite the fever ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ Just think of this as a 'get well soon' gift from me to drive away that fever ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ I decided to add an extra kink too just for extra flavor Hope you'll love this and hope you'll get better soon 🤍 anon!

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ An unintended show.ೃ࿐

Pairing : Jo x f!reader Genre : NSFW (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ 🥕 Warnings ? : Voyeurism, Panty Stealing A/N ೃ⁀➷ MINORS DNI

“Jo??”, a sweet call echoed through the front-doorway. Worry overwhelmed your entire thought process in just a short moment of silence. The worry growing worse until the eerie silence was soon followed by whiny whimpers and slight moans.

You gotta admit you’re not the purest ones out there, so instantly a thought clicked your head. You approached the upstairs bedroom, slowly and steadily, two options filled your head; 1.peek through the ajar door and have your eyes feast on a grand show; 2.ruin it all and join in on tonight’s show.

But it wasn’t long till you chose to take route 1 especially when the air felt so intoxicating with the smell of heat. You were barely holding yourself back, clutching your skirt material, biting down on your cherry lips, as your eyes lay straight onto the figure on the bed. Toes curling underneath the blanket dripped on top, eyes rolling back into his head.

The sight alone had you clutching your mouth with a hand in an attempt to hold in the sudden mewl that threatened to spill out from between your lips.

“Fuck..y/n..~ miss you..”, the tensed boy whimpered, eyebrows furrowing as his hand moved up and down his long shaft in almost a desperate movement. Precum sprawled out and down his hard and standing cock, rutting into his hand.

The clutch on your mouth only got stronger as your other free hand already starts moving on its own downwards, to the edge of your short skirt that is now almost on the edge of getting torn from your tight grip. The words that flew out his mouths made it all just worse, you just wanted to sprint straight in, launch yourself on him (-HIS COCK) The only thought process you had going on, broke down as soon as the whiny boy pulled out a certain something from behind his blanket.

The light blue fabric draped in his palm, before it soon made its way on his cock. It was the exact pair of panties you lost just a week ago. You had no idea, your innocent looking boyfriend would be the little smug thief behind the case. But your thoughts were soon snapped, yanking you straight back to reality. Jo stretched you fabric underwear into a thin but stretchy layer as he started rutting into it, almost tearing it at one point from how his hard cock was poking it so harshly, the precum only soaking up the material, making it translucent. You couldn’t believe your eyes. The sight was like heaven and hell all mixed up.

You looked straight at the fabric covered dick just in time to see him creaming all into your panties letting out a whimpering mewl. The thick cum seeping through the material to the point you were sure the clothing piece could no longer be re-worn from this state.

The state left Jo in a breathy panting, fucked-out state, but he wasn’t about to get any breaths as soon as he heard the sweet but devilish tone of his beloved that he just got off to the thought of.

“Had fun baby~..?”, you licked your lips, the atmosphere instantly filling with tension and heat, the room smelled of sex, as you stood in front of his half-naked figure. “W-when did you get back..!”, he tried to play it off, but the obvious nakedness and the panicked tone that seeped through from behind the scenes was too easy to catch on. “Just.. in time to witness this sexy show you put up for me love~..”, you whined leaning closer to him, staring at him with an animalistic look as you could see the feverish redness streamed through his entire face.

#&team #andteam #&team imagines #&team scenarios #&team fanfic #&team x reader #&team smut #&team hard thoughts #&team hard hours #&team jo #asakura jo #🤍 anon

[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

pavi x reader that comes crying to him over personal issues and just needs someone to tell them that everythings gonna be okay 😪

Breathin'

🕸MASTERLIST🕷

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x gn!reader Summary: There's only one person you can go when you're feeling down. He's the only one who cares. Tags: Crying, Comfort No Hurt

Also Read on AO3

🎵Feel my blood runnin', swear the sky's fallin' How do I know if this shit's fabricated? Time goes by and I can't control my mind Don't know what else to try, but you tell me every time Just keep breathin' and breathin' and breathin' and breathin' And oh, I gotta keep, keep on breathin'🎵 Breathin' by Ariana Grande

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Tap.. Tap..

The knock is relatively quiet but loud enough to hear. Almost as if the person on the other side is reluctant to call him. Pavitr Prabhakar opens the door only to find a teary eyed you standing at his doorstep.

His hearts breaks as you crash into him in a tight embrace, your arms circling him firmly as you shudder, crying. "Meri jaan, baby, what happened?" "N-nothing", you try to whisper but the words barely get out amidst the hiccups. You're breathless from running here and heaving, yet the tears wouldn't stop. It feels the whole world is spinning; you're mentally exhausted and you can't control the pain in your heart. The wound has cut deep and he's the only one you can go to. "Deep breaths, baby. Keep breathing.." Pavitr asks no further questions and walks a tired you inside to his couch and sits you down. Leaving you momentarily, he brings a steaming hot cup of your favorite beverage and settles it on the coffee table. Finding a spot beside you, he wraps his arm over your shoulder, but you won't have that and pull him into a hug instead.

He is happy to oblige, rubbing soothing circles in your arm and back as your breathing calms down. Little kisses on your cheek give reassurance.

You take a sip of the drink and he lays your head on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heart giving you the strength you need. His scent is comfy and his tightening arm around you is more than welcome.

Time flies as he patiently waits for your breathing to settle down. The tide of tears ebbs away and you've somewhat come back to yourself. "You wanna talk, baby?", he asks in the softest tone ever, still rubbing your arm. You love how he always cares for you, making sure he's not forcing you into doing something you don't want to do.

Today, though, you'd like to let the steam out.

Pavitr shifts so that your head lays on his lap as he runs his fingers through your hair, his other hand intertwined with yours. He listens patiently as you talk about your personal issues and pulls you up on his lap into a hug from behind when you begin to shake and sob again. He takes your enjoined hand leaves gifts soft little pecks, saying it'll all be okay and running his hand through your hair.

"It's not about being sad, it's just..", your voice trembles and you bite your lips to be strong. But, you're only be durable for so long. "Pav", you sob, "I can't-" Tears sting your eyes again and you shudder, burying your head on his shirt. Your grip on his shirt tightens, your knuckles going white and Pavitr gently massages them, kissing away your tears.

You sniff and wipe your eyes quickly, rubbing your nose on your sleeve sloppily. You're messy and you hate that you make him messy too. "Forget what I said, I-I shouldn't have come here. I'm spoiling your mood." Pavitr is having none of that. "Shh, hey.. C'mere", he says, cradling your face in his hands and lifting it to meet his eyes. "Look at me, baby. Look at me.." You oblige, looking up from under your wet lashes, eyes sore and cheeks puffy as you accept the tissue he gives. "Don't think that, okay? I'm here for you, I'm always here for you. Everything will be fine, yeah? I promise."

Pavitr looks into your eyes and it's a whole new feeling. It feels like... trust. Complete, unadulterated trust. And hope, that everything will be better. "Whatever happens, meri jaan, you can count on me. I'll always be there for you no matter what. Trust me, baby, everything's gonna be okay." He kisses your forehead softly and your eyes become wet, this time from the gratitude.

You sniff, giggling quietly as he kisses your now cute red nose. "Yeah", you smile, a genuine one for the first time today. You loop your arm with his, your drink in the other hand as you snuggle against his side. "As long you're by my side, everything will be okay."

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Hope you like it! <3

#pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitrx reader #pavitr prabhakar x female reader #pavitr x fem!reader #pavitr x reader #pavitr x gn reader #pavitr x male reader #pavitr prabhakar x fem reader #pavitr prabhakar x you #pavitr x you #pavitr x y/n #pavitr prabhakar x y/n #astv #Spider-Man #sony #pavitr prabhakar x gn!reader #pavitr x gn!reader #pavitr x gender neutral reader

[sammeth]

Ik it's not very specific but do you have any headcannons on what dating Gareth is like, or how you start dating him? !Thanks

Yas 😔

✨dating gareth emerson but it’s not basic-white-girl-ified✨

( aka it’s realistic. )

SFW —

🕸 — first of all, you definitely meet through band. I know it’s not technically canon but gareth’s totally a percussionist for the high school’s band. idk if he has time for marching band but he does concerts n shit. his ideal partner is probably another percussionist or a guitarist. he thinks woodwinds are annoying as all hell and cannot STAND anyone who plays the flute. just a head canon 😪, ur opinion could be different.

— I feel like everyone in school band knows each other, like in the back of their minds. they don’t like know each other but they know their name and what they play. gareth would be like “oh that’s y/n they play snare/guitar/etc” and you’re the same for him. “oh that’s just gareth, he’s a percussionist.” just something simple like that. and then all of a sudden you’re chosen together for a big concert with one or two more people and you have to know each other. you’re forced into getting to know the other people because you’ll be playing together. if you’re a percussionist as well, you don’t like each other at first. you see the other as competition. but eventually you both realize how good the other one is and you become close friends.

🦴 — he’s definitely the type to give random spontaneous hugs and affection. he doesn’t do much with physical touch unless you’re by yourselves and he’s in the right mood. you gotta catch him at just the right time for him to be all touchy, otherwise he just gets the ick and lets you do whatever to him but just sits there.

🐁 — he buys you random gifts because he’s scared that he’s not doing enough. he’ll pull up to your place and knock on the door with like 5 gift bags and a couple of gift cards with the puppy dog eyes that say he’s on his period fr. “is this enough? you want some candy? I can go get you dinner or something too.” constantly doing too much, but again only when he’s in the right mood. otherwise he’s pretty focused on the band and school work and just being close to you in non physical ways. like video games and shit.

🦝 — he had an fnaf phase and made you play all of the games with him. end of story. this man was there for the LORE, but his favorite character was totally funtime foxy.

🍄 — could talk to you for literal hours. not him doing the talking; he likes to listen to you go on and on for hours. you’ll be cuddled up in bed together watching a movie with the volume all the way down and he’ll be running his hands up and down your back and you’ll have your hands in his hair and you’ll just be blabbing on and on and on about absolutely nothing, and this is his safe space.

🐀 — his favorite activity is doing things together, specifically going to parks/fairs/stores at 2am and calling them dates. he’ll buy you whatever, drive you around and just talk, and you’ll probably end the night in some park or an abandoned parking lot lying on a blanket and watching the stars together.

#gareth emerson fanfic #banned in boise #gareth emerson #gareth stranger things #gwydion lashlee walton #hellfire club #stranger things #eddie munson #gareth #i love him

[msookyspooky]

SPOOKMYYYY What are your opinions on scary movie? I actually love the entire franchise sm especially the one with uncle Ian from Alvin and the chipmunks in it!

Also brenda 😩

Love them! Fun fact; I watched the scary movie franchise before watching Scream or I know what you did last summer so I COULD NOT take Scream seriously at first. ☠️☠️☠️ Like, try taking Sidney and Billy's heart to heart scene seriously after watching this:

Anna Faris, Regina Hall and the Waynes Brothers made that movie franchise. 3 and 4 were good and I did like the one ur talking about which I think is 2!! but just like Scream, 1 was the best for me.

You really do need to watch IKWYDLS and Scream first bc now I can appreciate that "OH! They named Cindy's friend Buffy bc she was a play on Tatum from Scream but also Sarah's character in IKWYDLS and she also played Buffy on BTVS so THAT'S how they got the name!"

Just lil shit like that that flew over my head watching Scary Movie as a teen.

Also they made fun of Scream in such a fun way too! Like calling Casey Drew after Drew Barrymore that plays her:

Mocking how fucking WEIRD Billy was and had Bobby/Billy being a greasy bum 🤣😭 AND HIM AND 'RAY'/STU BEING HOMOEROTIC TOGETHER

THE WAY GALE FALLS I CANNOT

Like, if you haven't seen this dumbass movie franchise but like Scream you really gotta give it at least one watch. Just don't be like me and watch it first bc I couldn't take it seriously and kept accidentally calling Sidney Cindy through all of Scream. 😭😭😭

(I feel like Stu and Billy would laugh their asses off the entire time tho idk how they'd react to Bobby and Ray at the end. Stu would probably have a shit eating grin while Billy is like "WHAT? I NEVER CAME ONTO HIM!"....And poor Randy was the only one that didn't get any cameo. As far as I remember, there were no nerdy boys that knew all the horror tropes. My boy gets left in the dust again 😪 )

#yeah its definitely offensive and uses the r slur but it honestly insults everyone and i mean everyone in this movie #so just take the 00s dark humor with a grain of salt

[kailoraurelius]

Great now I gotta re-read your stories cause your hc post made me realize how much I miss and love them 😪 but on that note I am interested to know your favorite tropes or opinions on them other than the iconic “fake-dating AU”!

Enemies to lovers? Forbidden love? Teacher-cop AU? Im certain anything you think of will quite literally turn me into an emotional wreck

Omg I hope they still hold up on a reread! Lol

Oh man, my favorite tropes. I have so many and I have story ideas for every single one. Um. Strap in, this will be a long answer.

Enemies to lovers is a huge one. I really like variations of it too: enemies to lovers, but only one of them knows they're enemies. Enemies to lovers but they don't want to be enemies. Enemies to lovers with a healthy dose of unwilling allies. Just all so good. I love a really good antagonistic relationship that slowly gets pulled apart or turned on its head.

Forbidden love, yes, but usually with that princess and peasant dynamic. Like, we can't be together because of our station.

A very favored trope of mine is the runaway and her pretend reluctant protector. I love a good story where Chloe is on the run from whatever and finds or is sent to Beca, who helps but in a "ugh this is too much work" kinda way. But really Beca is going above and beyond behind the scenes to make sure Chloe is safe. And Chloe is just blasting down emotional walls until she finds that out.

I love a good au of almost any kind, but particularly a Fantasy AU. I've already mentioned it lol but the princess and her knight or the bandit and the miller's daughter. I love, love, LOVE some sword fighting and declarations of love on a battlefield. Pirates and mystical creatures and magic mixed with Beca's awkward, but fiercely protective and loyal nature from the movies. And Chloe’s desperate, overwhelming love for her friends. A perfect recipe. I want it to be just way too many chapters long, possibly never end.

One Has A Kid. I don't often seek out fics with this in it, but I do occasionally find one that is super good and I can't put down. I especially love when the kid's father was either absent or sucked in some way and so the mother is stunned when the new partner is just the opposite of all that. I find it fascinating watching people unlearn negative things. Like a mother who's used to the father of the child scolding the kid for breaking something, getting to see someone react calmly and casually to that. "You didn't mean to, it's okay. No, I'm not mad, it's alright." Obsessed with that dynamic and the way it can both build trust and distrust in the same instant, because it's like "oh that was nice" vs "why are you being so nice". So much fun to write.

Found Family. Find me immediately filling my plate with that at the Fanfic buffet any day.

I like a good hurt/comfort, but usually not if that's the whole fic. I just like it to be a part of it.

We love a "There's only one bed", of course.

And I'll end with a trope I don't think I've seen in a Bechloe work yet, but I would love to, so any recs are appreciated: the arranged marriage trope. Love me some Swan Princess vibes. Maybe they hate each other and grow to realize they actually hate the situation, not each other. Maybe they still hate each other after they're married and begrudgingly grow to respect one another, then like, then love desperately. Delicious. 10/10.

Oh man, this one was very fun to answer lol. My mind is really rolling through all the fics I wanna write 🤣 Thank you so much!!!

#bechloe #kailoraurelius #beca mitchell #chloe beale #fic rec

[patrickhockstettersfrisbie]

I only have eyes for you

Genre- slight angst. Patrick bateman x reader

Warnings: murder,slight angst,yandere,slight gaslighting

You waited and waited for patrick to get home he told you he was gonna be working late tonight and you didn't really mind that at all he stayed at bars until midnight I didn't really care about that either what the problem was his friends and mine telling me that he's been flirting with other women telling them how pretty they are I wasn't really surprised when they told me this I saw patrick look at some of the waitresses we had I saw him look at them with interest he never looked at me that way? Was I not good enough and thought about it again and again, finally I came to a agreement with myself.

If he was gonna do this to me behind my back and infront of me to I would have to break up with him thats what I planned to do, he came home early today I already had my stuff packed all I had to do was leave and tell him patrick walked through the door finding me on the couch with my bags "what are you doing? Are you going on some kind of trip" I got up and started getting my bags "no patrick I'm breaking up with you, I'm leaving" he stepped infront of me rubbing his thumb on my cheek "is this a joke? Because it's not really funny" I tried to walk around him but he stepped infront of me again

"Please don't make this harder than it already is patrick, now can you please move" he moved a stray piece of hair out of my face "now..there's no need for this angel, how about you go unpack your bags and we'll talk about this over dinner hm?" I huffed "why? So you can go fantasize about fucking whatever other woman passes by."

"Sweetie Why would I do that when I have you" I manage to shove my way past him and make my way to the door "no you don't, you've never looked at me like you've looked at them whats wrong with me am I not pretty enough for you or maybe not skinny enough? Well you don't have to worry about me now because I will be gone." He walked over to me and blocked the door "you can't leave you'd have nowhere to stay, so that means you'll just have to stay and talk with me about this yea?" "Actually I'll be staying with Paul Allen for the mean while"

He tensed up slightly "..What did you say?" "I said I'll be staying with Paul Allen until I get my own place." I shoved past him "good bye patrick."

*1 week later*

I missed patrick but I couldn't go back to him, Paul walked up to me "you wanna go run up to the office with me I gotta pick up some papers for the fisher account, we can go eat after" I nodded but I was worried patrick was gonna be there I would just have to avoid him

Once we got there I looked around no patrick I told Paul I had to go to the restroom about 10 minutes later I walked out of the bathroom and heard yelling nobody that was weird nobody was here except me and Paul? I followed the yelling and it lead me to Patrick's office and Paul laying dead on the floor and Patrick with a axe brutally hitting Paul with it yelling he turned around to find me staring at him and a very dead Paul I was about to run out the door until I heard him drop the axe and run infront of me blocking the door "just the person I wanted to see so very much" he ran his fingers through my hair and pulled me to his chest, I couldn't speak I didn't want to either "I missed you so much this past week thinking how I could make it up to you and I decided that..I would kill everyone that was a problem to our relationship to prove that I only have eyes for you my angel.." he kissed my forehead blood all over his face "now let's clean this mess up and head back home yea?" I just nodded "good girl"

An: sorry that was so long I wanted to write it all so bad 😪

#patrick bateman #patrick bateman imagines #patrick bateman x reader #american psycho #yandere #imagine

[zeeroweenies]

Okay but I raise jock Yuuji. He's so sweet but he's really such a fuckboy my heart would be mf crushed

*sigh* why’d you do this to me bae😪

cw: closet sex, cheating, arguing, the L word is said, yuuji ain’t shit

He told you to meet him in the storage closet next to the boys’ bathroom but that was fifteen minutes ago. Typical for Yuuji, he was late per usual.

You were nearly about to just say ‘fuck it’ and walk out until you hear the door swing open, Yuuji’s frame appearing as he creeps into the small space backwards.

Yuuji spins around, a grin on his face that’s immediately wiped off when you land a blow to his chest with your fist. “Ow—!” he brings his hand to the place where you hit him, holding it to relieve the pain. “What was that for?”

“You’re late. Again.” you enunciate the last part.

“It’s not my fault, she wouldn’t stop asking me questions” he makes a point by raising his hands in the air innocently, referring to his girlfriend.

“Yeah, well if you quit fucking around on her you wouldn’t be in this situation.” you furrow your brows, folding your arms as you shift your weigt to one side.

Yuuji smacks his teeth, his tall frame leaning over you as his hands linger down to rest on your ass. “Why you always gotta bring her up, hm? I’m with you right now aren’t I?”

Kissing your teeth, you avert your eyes to some shelf in the corner with your arms still folded, a pout visible on your lips. “Boy, whatever.”

He dips his head into the curve of your neck, soft lips connecting with the flesh making you shiver as his big hands grip your ass. “Don’t be like that, baby. You know I love you”

Yuuji’s always like this. Always talking you down with his saccharine words, getting you in bed by whispering sweet nothings into your ear. And you’d indulge him; secretly hoping that one day maybe he’ll stand by his words and leave his girlfriend for good, because you were truly in love with him.

Not that it mattered, though. You were the girl who ate lunch in the bathroom, had no friends. Just a nobody loser who no one would bat an eye to if you were to die today.

And more than anything else, Yuuji was a guy who kept up appearances. He couldn’t be caught dead with someone like you. What would people say if they saw the football team’s running back with ‘four eyes?’ His reputation would be dust.

His thumb and forefinger comes to rest under the curve of your chin, turning your face to meet those sweet hazel eyes that always make you melt. “Hey, I’ve been missing you.”

You notice his face is closer to you this time, lips just inches apart from yours. Your body feels like jelly from the proximity of Yuuji’s lips to yours and it makes you weak in the knees. “I missed you too,” your eyebrows knit together, lashes fluttering as he closes the gap between you two.

The kiss is slow, sensual. Lips moving against each other like two young people in love, resonating in this fleeting moment. His palm comes up to cup your warm cheek, deepening the kiss as you two stumble, laughing against each other’s lips when your back clumsily hits the wall.

His breath is heavy against your lips, the crisp mint filling your nostrils. “I need to feel you, fuck— let me fuck you baby”

Before you know it Yuuji has you pressed up against one of the shelves, random supplies hitting the ground from how hard he’s fucking you.

Your leg is being held up by his arm, the other one planted firm on the ground as his hips fuck into you. “Fuck, I love this pussy” your tight walls wrap around him perfectly, sucking him in deeper than he already is.

The knot in your stomach tightens, legs beginning to tremble. “Y-Yuuji, I— I think I’m gonna—”

“Cum for me baby, I got you”

Your legs shake violently, gripping on to Yuuji tightly as you bury your face into his neck, pleading and crying about how much you love him and how good he makes you feel as he fucks you through your high. You love how weak he makes you feel, like you can be vulnerable around him.

Yuuji’s cumming at the same time you do, yelling obscenities and declarations of love, dick twitching inside you as his seed paints your walls white. He gives you a few more thrusts before he withdraws from you, a guttural groan escaping his lips watching his cum trickle out of your pussy and down your thighs.

His lips connect with yours in a short kiss before he looks for something to clean you up with, scouring the closet for some tissue, handing it to you as you thank him.

Reality kicks in for you, and the hard part is coming yet again. He’s gonna leave you to go back to her.

You look down, cleaning between your thighs where his cum is leaking out of you. “When are you gonna leave her?”

His eyes flicker to you for a moment, watching you wipe yourself down. “I uh, I don’t know.” he shrugs, stuffing himself back into his pants.

“You don’t know?” eyes coming up to meet his, shaking your head in a scoff. “It’s not fucking rocket science Yuuji, just break up with her.”

“I can’t right now, okay? Just stop pressing me, damn. You’re always on my fucking back.” he snaps, zipping his pants back up.

“I’m not gonna keep doing this with you Yuuji, I want something real.” you cross your arms, watching him fumble with the buckle of his belt before hearing him mutter something.

“And you’ll have it okay? I promise. I just gotta work some stuff out first”

‘I promise, I promise.’ Always with the empty promises, you were sick of that shit. You roll your eyes, scoffing. “Typical.”

Yuuji finishes fixing his uniform, running his hand over his forehead, smoothing his hair back. “I gotta go. She uh— yeah. Shit, I love you, okay?” he leans into you, and you turn your head, evading the kiss.

He recoils from you, a mixed expression on his face before he leans back in to kiss your cheek. His eyes linger on yours for a bit before he turns around to leave, light filling the empty storage closet before the door shuts again, leaving you alone in the darkness.

You came to face the fact that it would always be like this. No matter how many times he’d tell you he loved you, fill you up with his cum and then hold you like you were truly lovers he’d always choose her. He’d always end up going back to her at the end of the day.

#🍓 jess writes #tw cheating #tw arguing #jujutsu kaisen yuuji #itadori yuuji smut #yuuji smut #itadori yuuji #itadori x y/n #itadori x you #itadori smut #jjk yuuji #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut

[mimi-ya]

Hi again Mimi. This was the same anon before!!!!

1. Thank you for the lovely advice. I also always daydream and gosh I gotta put them into writing before i forget. But i struggle with feeling overwhelmed 😩 your stories are sweet and rich and SIMPLY PRECISE, i'm tryna get that formula

2. GHURL??? congratulations on the journal!!!! What an achievement, I'd love to read it! A JOURNAL IS CITED AND PEER REVIEWED IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU?????? 😭 You must be very busy with all the research!!!

3. YOU HAVE TO TELL US when you get published. I hope some of us get signed copies ;;;) i'm trying to get my foot in publishing as an editor and interacting with authors is really interesting to me but ofc not jinxing our goals 🤪🍷

Also we're actually mutuals and i see our ages are pretty close but im just really shy LMAO. Love you Mimi, i hope youre always healthy and inspired wishing u all the wonderful stuff 👏❤

🦋

oh 🦋 bestie. we’re already moots? you’re in for it now, imma find you (lovingly 🥰)

yes! for forgetting the day dream is the worst part!! i try to write it down, but unfortunately some stories only live in my head 😪

and my research is really putting me through it. i can’t wait to be done with my program, but my professor keeps trying to push me into a phd and i am just not ready (or have the money) for that 😭

and if i ever do publish an original book, ALL my tumblr besties are getting a signed copy! 😘 speaking of which, my prized possession is actually an author signed erotica fiction book i found at a thrift shop for 26¢ i show it off all the time 😂

#🦋 anon #mimi answers

[raksh-writes]

hi hun! sorry for no void yesterday, i wasn’t feeling too well 😪 i actually thought of this a while ago and wanted to share it with you. i am NOT a writer by any means. i’ve tried in the past and everything always sounds better in my head, then just turns into word vomit when i try to get it out into a word doc 😩 i have no clue if this has ever been done already, BUT i’ve had this idea for an AU living in my mind for the past few weeks where stiles is a witch who’s been practicing for a few years. he eventually finds out that void is his familiar, and they do spellwork and magic together. in my mind it would be a slow burn where they eventually realize their feelings for each other go beyond their witch/familiar bond. could be angsty and/or mostly fluff, who knows 🤷 if in the future you ever wanted make anything of this idea, 1000% go for it. i just know you’d write up something amazing, based on all the incredible works you have out already 🥰 hope you’re having a lovely day, and as always sending you heaps of love 💗💗💗

Hello dear! ^^

Oh, no need to be sorry, hun, I never expect your asks and always love to see them, such amazing suprises, and I hope you're feeling much better now! 💗

That's such a nice idea! What a lovely sounding AU ^^ I don't think I could turn it into a longfic unless I found some more plot-driving conflict that could make it all move forward, but it has very nice one-shot potential 👀 Also, ngl, I got reminded of early LitA chapters, as Void was teaching Stiles magic/rituals - your words of making spellwork together just brought it back to my mind ^^ And, y'know, I think lots of writers could relate to your words 😄 I def have that feeling a lot, constructing something great sounding in my head and then it goes blank, lmao, and a word vomit is def familiar too, esp when drafting new ideas. Writing's a process and a craft, I know I'm gonna be learning it through my whole writing adventure - but I enjoy it so maybe that makes me a writer or something 😂 But you can always start and try, just have fun, play around and enjoy it ^^

All my days this week have been a lot, unfortunately, work's been killer and I barely have any time for myself, so think I gotta take it easy and maybe conserve energy for the weekend, so I can finally edit that chap for LitA 😂 I'd love to write some more, but oof, just OOF, but at least it's already past the halfway of the week or something 🙈

Aaaaall the love, hun, and I hope your week's been going much better and you're having a wonderful time 💗🥰❤🥰💗

#ask #haley101100 #Raksh answers #answering almost half an hour after midnight too #I've been only 2h at home 🙈 and basically gotta go to sleep now ehhh #I can only hope after this week I'll be Craving to work on my fics #also Im having some smuttu shorties Voiles brainworms #so I might switch to that after #feels like I might be flipping between WIPs a lot these days to get just some writing done 😂 #anyway! #thank you for the lovely lovely as always ask 💗💗🥰 #aaall the love 💗💗❤ #void #void asks #voiles #just so it is in the tag on my blog ^^ #'cause I wanna keep it ❤

[starrysupercell]

All this plot and I still don’t have a name 😪 ... Part Six!

The Trio of Adventurers make it to the edge of the Grailams Kingdom after roughly two more days of travel.

They see the outline of the Kingdom from the lush flowery fields they stand in. It's... like, dome-shaped? And almost see through? Weird...

It's evening as they near, and they come across a gothic-looking house on the outskirts of the kingdom. As if on cue, the door is slammed open and a flow of Moths/bugs steam out the windows and door. A man laughs in delight as they flap about. He seems to be in... pajamas.

Ash and Shelly exchange glances while Max grins at the sense of the pleasant mood the man's in.

In case you haven't guessed yet, it's Mortis! (Transmutation Sorcerer)

He notices them and saves face by changing into very nice attire with a swish of his hand. "I can't say I was expecting visitors! What brings you travelers by here?"

Shelly's impressed-- she's heard some tales of Wizards but has never met one.

They explain they were just arriving at the Kingdom.... for some Royal Business.

Mortis grins. "You'll be heading to the castle? Would you mind... sending something along for me?"

"Uhh. Sure?" Says Ash.

"Magnificent!" And the wizard turns Ash into a Blue Day moth complete with a bug cage.

Shelly reacts, dumbfounded-- "wha-? Why did you--? TURN THEM BACK."

Mortis laughs and holds up a hand to stop her. "Your knight friend agreed to it, so you should carry out the favor in their honor! Since you'll be heading to the castle, you'll meet someone there who can turn your friend back. You'll know him when you see him. Send my regards to him, while you’re at it."

Mortis retreats into his home, still chortling.

Shelly tells Max to power her up. She's gonna break this door down and show that jerk what for! Hold my Moth!

"Uh.. :) no."

Max manages to explain amidst Shelly's glare and complaints that 1) that man is a very skilled wizard and you are a.. Princess. Even against that Edgar kid, you had me AND Ash on your side. 2) Max sensed he genuinely meant no harm and knows that the Wizard he's talking about is more than skilled enough to transform Ash back, and 3) we don't want to call negative attention to ourselves in a foreign kingdom.

Yeah it was rational, but Shelly still wasn't happy. She dusts off her dress, and walks off, staring at the transformed Ash with concern. She mutters a "you'll be back to normal soon enough..." to her friend.

They get to the gates of the Kingdom, and notice that there's no guards... confused, they just walk on through..

And what a breathtaking place. There's greenery everywhere, countless different plants are growing along fences and structures, like it's second nature (ba dum tss) for the foliage.

The entire kingdom is just a massive greenhouse!

Shelly is simply awed by the sights... again!

Max comments that the castle seems to be in the center of the place, since that's the biggest structure. She notes that Shelly is distracted. "Hey, listen! Are you hearing me? We gotta help your little bug friend!"

"Right!..." Shelly says. "Get to the castle, help Ash, ask about the curse..."

"That's right!" Max makes a beeline to the castle.

Shelly wonders why there aren't any guards around. Just folks going upon their way happily. She was a stranger and nobody cared!?

They make it to the castle, which is also unguarded. One of the most peculiar things, is the moat that surrounds the castle.

Shelly has seen them of course. They were a defense system. But she crouched near the ground to stare because was it... moving? it was running water?

Someone notices Shelly and kneels next to her as a joke. She is even more amused when Shelly doesn't notice. "It's a water filter that runs through the castle," the newcomer starts to explain suddenly.

Shelly nearly falls in with a shock, but a strong arm catches her and pulls her away and up from the moat.

"Ey, sorry about that!" Rosa says heartily. "I just can't resist when there's someone new who is amazed by the place! My name is Rosa." (Mystic Knight. Her magic specialty is. You guessed it. Plants! And defense.) Magic gauntlets, armor and a....sentient plant on her back.

Shelly is a little embarrassed, little annoyed, but clears her throat. Rosa seems friendly enough. "it's okay," she says. "I uh, was just taken by surprise. What was that about a filter?"

"It's technology. It keeps the water we use clean to reuse it. Very helpful. We're known for magic, but we're starting to dabble in..."

"Technology?" Shelly echoed. "From the Robots?"

"Well. No. It's made by us. We heard rumors that they were trading in secret with another Kingdom, so we decided two can play at that game."

"Oh," Shelly said in surprise. She wondered if Ash knew that rumor. "So the king and Queen of this place are doubling down on advancement, huh?"

Rosa's amused. This gal was definitely a tourist. "both Queens are, yeah."

Shelly nods. "Do you know if they're accepting an audience?

"Well, yeah. I'm actually taking a break right now. What do you need?"

Shelly really is taken aback now. "You're one of the queens here?"

"Yes, I am."

She was wearing armor, no crown, was very chill and had no guards. Shelly looked around, very baffled. "Then. Why are you defenseless? And this entire kingdom for that matter??"

Rosa is laughing. "I don't think anyone would last a minute trying to cause an uproar here. You know we're known for magic right? Potion ingredients, spells, curses. It's a death trap if anyone tries, so I would consider the Grailams Kingdom anything BUT defenseless."

"...I see." Shelly mutters.

Rosa looks over Shelly. "You know. Why are you defenseless?" Rosa asks. "You come from somewhere where that's normal, right? So..." she looks at the bug and fairy at her side, bemused. what IS this gal’s story? "...is there a problem?"

Shelly feels a little uneasy again, and clutches the bug cage to her. "Well, that's what I needed an audience for." She admits, hoping Queen Rosa would get the hint.

"Oh, okay.. okay, let's go inside the castle." She gently places a hand on Shelly's back and leads her inside.

#Brawl Stars #Once Upon A Brawl #Shelly #Ash #Max #Mortis #Rosa #Have y'all played Dragon's dogma? i love that game #would recommend #It's what some of the classes are based off of <3

[shrimp-blr]

SUCCESSFUL SHRIMP STARTER PACK🦐🦐

hey guys after trial and error these are the things that have worked best for me keeping and breeding shrimp successfully !!

1) MOSS 🌿🌿

any moss will due i really love christmas moss but java moss is the most common due to its ease to grow but beware! it’s a weed!! this stuff will take over your tank if you don’t trim it. baby shrimp live hiding and grazing and it provides them shelter and a stress-free environmeny growing up which is good for their color n health

2) SPONGE FILTER

really the only way to go i’ve tried sponge filter covers and a while back i had a small tear in the back i hadn’t noticed and i went to clean the filter and found probably 60 newborn baby cherry shrimp living in it!! took me hours to get them all out. this is the safest way, super cheap n easy to clean especially since shrimp don’t produce that much waste anyways u just gotta stay on top of cleaning. pictured below is the one i got from aquarium creation and it blends into the tank well and they also sell super nice cherries and give free stickers and food samples with every order !

3) INDIAN ALMOND/CATAPPA LEAVES 🍂🍂

warning ⚠️!! they add tannins to water but fixable through water changes. shrimp graze off micro nutrients that grow on them and it also helps replicate a natural leaf litter environment for them. it does some cool stuff n they love it !! i’ve heard alder comes have similar effects but i have yet to try them

4) DRIFTWOOD !!!

malaysian driftwood, spider wood, cholla wood you name it!! all of these add tannins some lower pH as well. buy presoaked or soak it yourself to lower the tannins and it also provides essential hideouts for shrimp!!

5) DARK SUBSTRATE 👏👏🖤

okay not a neccesity but definetly brings out their colors the best and contrasts the plants nice as a plus . if you get active (vs inert) it can also lower pH and provide essential nutrients to plants but beware cost and initial set up foggyness. you can clear up with carbon and seachem purigen (!!!) i LOVE THIS STUFF i never understood why everyone was so head over heels for it but it’s like $7 on amazon and makes your water CRYSTAL CLEAR I MEAN DAMN but that’s a rant for another time ...

anyways i really hope this helps someone whether you have shrimp and just aren’t having luck or you are looking into keeping neocaridinia/caridina shrimp for the first time please look into getting some of the things on this list!! they really helped me and my success rate for keeping shrimp 💕🦐 this isn’t everything like heater, light, tank yadda yadda but it’s a good start remember to look into it more to round your opinion on different items and what is best for your budget/fish. a better background knowledge on the pet you are going into will also help you solve problems quickly if they arise (and the definetly will!! i had my fair share of bumps along the way)

thanks for reading this took me like an hour to make ily all if u guys have any questions i would be more than happy to help ! 😪💕👏🦐

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[kittywildegrrl]

Good morning, darlings, and Happy Easter or other Spring holiday of your choice. One is composing on the fly and on the phone at the moment. You can tell by the look on my face here that I am not for one moment amused by the new sound guy's advice to dress my mic down to THERE. But Team Player Me, I did as I was told and that was the night that the production photos were taken. So all my production photos from Follies 2018 have my mic crawling down my forehead like it's trying to escape a bad relationship with the lace-front there. The sound guy suggested we try it a different way the next night. 🤣 This little selfie came crawling across my Google Memories this morning. I actually can't avoid thinking about this show every single morning of my life, because this was also the show in which a careless actor permanently injured my left shoulder and neck. He was doing a running exit; I was frozen in place, blocked to look directly upstage. He was literally not looking where he was going. A sturdy young man in his 20s tackled me -- a lady who had just celebrated her 60th birthday -- to the ground, knocking that gorgeous wig into the wing, knocking me out of my shoes, during a performance, in front of 450 people. I could hear the gasps. I landed on my left shoulder with all my weight, and am forced to think of this show and that person every day of my life, due to chronic pain. He went entirely unpunished. The AEA PSM didn't stop the show or call me an ambulance. I received some really lousy P/T from some people who couldn't get it through their heads that no, I did NOT "have a fall," even though I was clearly old enough to be their mother. I couldn't get the narrative understood, that this was an injury caused by another person, not a slip-and-fall on ice. My only revenge -- I mean, my only recourse for happier living 😉 -- was to literally stop the show, every night, with my "I'm Still Here".🎭🎉 Each of my last two stage productions had a mixed Union/non-Union work environment. In both productions, I was employed as a non-AEA actor, hoping to benefit from the presence of Equity personnel, hoping this would raise the health-and-safety bar for all concerned. In each case, I was permanently injured. In neither case did I receive an ambulance or sufficiently prompt medical attention. The attention that I did receive was insufficient in the long run. I had no idea in either case how seriously I was injured, how life-altering the longterm effects would be. The moral of the story is, make noise if you are injured. The show must not necessarily go on. And then too, I may have strong opinions regarding the non-union theatre and/or the mixed AEA/non AEA environment. We are probably going to discuss this someday, cats and kittens... 😎 So ffs #AskIfItsEquity and maintain much skepticism about accepting a contract if not. I was once, not long ago, about to get my life and career to a place where I could take my Equity card and move back to NYC with HusbandCat and play at that level... two injuries later, I'm Plump Granny with an audio studio, and just grateful it wasn't worse. 💔😪 HumblingAF... OK, HusbandCat is making brunch. Gotta go. And yes... I'm Still Here. Meow, darlings. 🐈‍⬛🥂🎭🎬🎙🎧☕🤓💖

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[alotofteez]

Surely you'll find a job and also if you start working you'll earn money and that's important and very essential for life 😌😌😌💖💖💖

LMAO YESSSSS he looks extremely sexy😤😤😤😤😤❤❤

I had read about several theories and they left me thinking too much although I have not yet read a theory of the real, I assume that Halla ateez are those of the real, in addition to Halla yeosang, which I think would be like the one who is always alert and analyzing the situation; the place where it happens as the confrontation between mingi, seonhwa, woo and jonho is the same as in the fireworks (if I'm not mistaken) also behind that constitution comes out where yeo is singing (in fireworks), besides that I think they're the Halla ateez it's is because of the way they "try to get mingi's attention" because it's as if they were demanding something from him, if they were the real ateez I think they would try maybe to catch him or something that will take them to a fight, although in the end they look like they were going to fight but it may be that they also want to take control each one and that makes Halla yeosang happy; well that's what I think of the mv😂❤besides, I don't know much about theories either, and this is the first time I've "created a theory."😂😂😂😂💖💖💖

Thank you, you are super cute and I love talking to you, I'm better with that but I had another problem with my sister's graduation and I feel bad for her🙁💗

HOW WAS YOUR DAY?!!!!!!!!!!!!!🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

omfg when people start pointing things out across their mvs, i'm like how tf does kq plan ateez's lore?? do the boys know?? wHY DON'T THEY JUST SPELL IT OUT FOR US BC IM TOO DUMB FOR THISHDFAGDKHAKJEGN

Throughout the real mv, I was so confused as to why yeosang wasn't shown much and then I realized "ah this is au stuff" 😪 why they gotta confuse me like this??

I used to come up with theories for exo. Like when monster dropped, I dissected the entire mv based on film techniques I was learning about and someone told me I was thinking too hard about it. Then I never theorized about a mv again lol

What happened with her graduation??🥺

My day has been busy; a lot of family things going on because of the holidays. One of my best friends from elementary school through high school got engaged; I know me and her haven't really talked in a few years, so I have a feeling she's not going to invite me to the wedding. I remember her wishing in high school to marry this guy but after we graduated he got married to someone else and had kids (he's several years older than us btw), and she thought her chance was gone. She had a crush on him since we were kids and was head over heels for him, so I would jokingly say, "don't let that marriage stop you." Surprisingly, he got divorced a few years ago and at some point, they started dating. I don't know why he got a divorce andihopeitwasn'tbecauseofmyfriend😬

How was your day, love?

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