#i had feels for them so i am posting it but legit ignore until you feel like iy

[luv4fandoms]

D'you ever just like.... Binge read an entire blog and start uglysobbing. Because that's me with your works.

The fact that you write for Dwayne (Lost Boys) legit had me weak. I have been in love with this mofo since I was like 14 (and I'm 27 now, so if that's not dedication idek what is) and you... FED ME. And your take on Dwayne is legit how I imagined him, like isn't it just fantastic when you read a fanfic that just makes your brain go "DING DING DING DING JACKPOT" that's me with your Dwayne content, I wanna cry.

If I may, but like please ignore this suggestion if it doesn't inspire you ... I am short af, like 4'11"(1.50m) kinda short, and I am kinda curious... How would Dwayne feel about that? Like how would he act around a very short partner? Is he the teasing type, the protective type, the "ur adorable" type... Does he have a size kink? Would he develop one? ;v;

Again, please just ignore this part of my message if you don't feel inspired by this little suggestion/idea/thing!

And plz keep posting your stuff because your blog legit helped me get out of a very nasty depressive episode and I cannot thank you enough for this!

First off let me just say that I am so freaking honored! Like holy crap! Dwayne the one boy I struggled to write when I first started writing about them, and to hear someone say that I nailed him perfectly to how they imagined him is just 🥹🥹. I'm also so glad that my stories helped you out of your depressive episode. As someone who has them herself I always wanna be able to help others through theres.❤️

Now on to the ask! (Never written a short reader before because I myself am 5'7-5'8 but I'mma try lol)

Warning: HINTS AT SMUT AT THE END

Dwayne is all three types when it comes to his shorter s/o. He's protective upon meeting you because in his mind, your height makes you more vulnerable to things, even if you are a little spitfire (like Marko) in his mind he still needs to use his own height to protect you. He will be your sword AND shield so you don't need to worry.

He also finds you absolutely adorable, especially when you have to ask him for help to reach stuff, it's no secret amongst the boys that Dwayne loves to be needed, it's like a drug to him, so that being said, he will be a cheeky shit at times and put stuff he knows you'll want, higher up so you have to come to him, with that adorable pout and ask in the sweetest voice.

"Dwayne can you help me?"

Cause you don't even know that you already have him wrapped around your finger.

He won't start teasing until you're a little ways into the relationship. It starts with little things, asking in a teasing voice "need something baby?" Other times it's "it's so cute when you stand on your tiptoes to kiss me. On more than one occasion he has easily lifted you up so you are at eye level with him, smiling that teasing smile and saying "there, isn't this easier baby? No need to strain your neck".

He loves how when you're out on the boardwalk he can wrap you in his arms, chin resting atop your head and feel like he is totally shielding you. How your body fitting so snuggly in his arms.

He never thought he had a size kink until he met you, but he soon realized he was wrong. The way his hand will totally eclipse yours when he holds them, how he can easily cup your cheeks and pull you close, his lips bruising your smaller ones. How easily you fit into his lap, either just relaxing so he can read to you, or during...other times.

That was another area his newly found kink came in. Seeing you taking him every time has his head reeling because he honestly is shocked when you take him. It always leaves him gasping and groaning, eyes locked on where you're joined, unable to look away.

Overall Dwayne will absolutely cherish you! Because you are his Princess/Prince and he would do absolutely anything for you ❤️

#the lost boys #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #dwayne tlb #the lost boys dwayne #dwayne the lost boys #dwayne x reader #tlb dwayne headcanon #dwayne headcanon #dwayne #billy wirth #tlb hc #tlb headcanons #dwayne the lost boys headcanons #the lost boys headcanons

[fuck-customers]

Let me tell yall about the absolute AUDACITY of this coworker I have. We've recently become short staffed (bc our job sucks and pays low) and our manager left so we are having to bring in an employee from another store. She has decided entirely on her own that she is going to run things the way they do at the other store, and has also decided she has the authority to order me around.

We are both in management, yet she talks to me like I'm a regular crew member. Irked me a bit before but I ignored it because we got along for the most part.

Until today. I tried to send my coworker on break, and she spoke over me— said, "we are taking breaks at 2 today". Okay. How is that going to work out because we have two breaks and two of us leave at 3pm. I told her, "Alright, just so you know I'm not staying until four." THE WAY THIS UPSET HER. She threw her hands out, got a fucking attitude. Then after a moment said "just make sure you get everything on line done". So, a few fucking things.

1. The tasks she was ORDERING me to do are all her responsibilities as evening manager. Idk how they did it at HER shitty store, but this is how we do it here. It's so funny because i usually do line before I leave anyway, simply out of respect and kindness for my coworkers and wanting to make their jobs easier. I don't mind being asked to do it either. Key word ASK. This stupid bitch DEMANDED.

2. THE ABSOLUTE FUCKI G AUDACITY OF THIS BITCH TO JUST EXPECT ME TO STAY AN HOUR LATER JUST BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T FEEL LIKE DOING BREAKS YET. How utterly disrespectful of me and my time. Like so disrespectful. I do not mind staying later if I am ASKED and if there's a legit reason for it. But staying an hour late because??? You want to do breaks the way you do them at Your store? Eat fucking shit bitch. I did my duties, and then as soon as the clock hit 3 I went ahead and clocked out and left without saying a word. Learn how to speak to people and respect them because I am not the one. I'm still so livid.

3. All this after she went nuclear on one of my coworkers because they were late and so she had to stay late lmaooo hypocritical bitch.

4. The fact that she expects me to care about her and this store when I've already put in my notice and my last day is Tuesday next week as I'm typing this. Like u rlly think I'm going to take your disrespect lying down when my ass is halfway out this door? Oooooooo. Ooooo. The audacityyyyyyyyyyyy.

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[ruthlesslistener]

Hello! I'm not sure what proper etiquette is here so I hope I'm not overstepping, pls feel free to ignore if I am. You mentioned in a tag and/or post about having estrogen allergy? My wife is dealing with that, and it's... so difficult, most doctors don't know what it is and we thought we had a short term solution so she could finally get some sleep (she hardly sleeps at all anymore because of nightly itching). It's so hard to find ANY information on it and we're not sure how to proceed anymore. Just...wondering if you have any information at all? I'm sorry if this sounds desperate, it's because...it is lol.

Thanks kindly, from, your friendly neighborhood very worried lesbian wife.

Dw anon, you're not overstepping!! I've been in hormone hell since I was 13 so I know how much of a relief it is to find someone who understands for once. I don't believe that me or my mom (who's also affected) have the same allergic reactions that your wife is experiencing, but I'm hoping that I can help anyways.

Okay so first off, the doctors not knowing about estrogen allergies is bullshit. They may not be super common, but they've also been documented since at LEAST 1921. Just a cursory google search has yielded two scientific articles about it (that looked legit when I scanned through them before going to lecture, where I'm typing this rn), which I'll put right here:

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5745953/

https://waojournal.biomedcentral.com/articles/10.1186/s40413-017-0176-x

I'd suggest trying to read through medical journal articles on it because despite the density of the information and the difficulty of the language, medical articles tend to be more comprehensive about the symptoms and causes than ones written for the general public. They also mean that you have the language to confront doctors about it if you wish- which you'll have to do, because if she's experiencing an allergic reaction like itchieness, then I'd also be concerned about potential anaphalaxis if her reactions get more severe. The intolerance that me and my mother had manifested in different ways (migraines, muscle weakness, disorintation, being hypersensitive to food/unable to keep food down, extreme drowsieness leading to being bed-bound), but those weren't quite on the level of being so itchy that you can't sleep. A more typical allergic reaction is something to be concerned about and I highly suggest not only stressing this to your doctor, but also getting confrontational about it and meeting multiple different doctors if needed before you get care. Force them to run tests, force them to listen to you. That's my biggest regret when it comes to my hormone issues, because they just got progressively worse and worse until I had to go to the ER for it. Turns out that I was not only estrogen intolerant, I also had hypothyroidism! And nobody in 10 years of appointments thought to check for that!!

As for what helps me and my mom, I found that progesterone hormone treatment was effective for us both (until it stopped working for me, but I still don't know why that is. It works for my mother). You might want to be cautious about trying this because in the articles I read, some people were just as sensitive to progesterone, but it's worth a shot. I used to get the DEPO-provera (or however its spelled) shot to offset the issues caused by estrogen, which is an injection once every few months. I also found that once I went on testosterone that a good chunk of my hormonal health issues straight-up vanished, but obviously that's not exactly the best option for everyone. I'm on a masculinizing dose so maybe you can do a really super low-grade dose, but I'm telling you about it mostly just to get the point across that HRT works. It's not just for trans people- cis people get hormone fuckery and need hormone therapy as well.

But there's also proposed solutions in the articles I linked, so I hope those are helpful or give you an idea of treatment options. Best of luck!

#anon #reply #hormone problems suck so much im sorry

[aiqingdemeimiao]

How long have Ben and kadiff been dating? Last I heard ben was going through a divorce with mark which seemed pretty sudden and strange. I've always thought they were cute together. I really wanna know what went wrong and at the same time I'm so happy for Ben rn cause he seems really comfortable happy and I'm dying to know about all the details in regards to his new relationship with kadiff

putting this under a read more to save the normal/non-nosey parts of the fandom from seeing this slightly stalkerish post

tbh with you, the break up wasn't strange or sudden, you're just normal so you weren't paying attention to the minutia of a celeb's life the way losers with hyperfixations were. i'm very happy for you, really.

anyway, the break up happened in three stage: The Separation (2019), The Split (2020), and The Divorce (2022ish).

ben and mark had already been living separately for 6 months when the pandemic came along and forced them back into the same household as a lockdown bubble. (idk how long you've been in this fandom, but at the time we were all soooo shocked they went into lockdown together because we thought The Separation™️ was a split lol). The Split™️ happened pretty shortly after that. by october that year ben was no longer hiding the break up in interviews, but didn't want to talk about it other than saying "i survived it".

idk what caused the initial separation, but during the separation period there were a few rumours circulating in the uk theatre scene about mark' cheating 's behaviour (whether or not things like rumours/blind items are legit is another convo i think lol). "i survived it" does deffo make it seem like it wasn't a happy break, as well as a later interview where ben's asked about his marriage and instead deviates to talk about james & kerri and how unselfish their marriage is (with the implication being his marriage was selfish).

but let's be real, unless ben has a personality transplant and starts doing personal life interviews we'll probably never know for certain haha. mark certainly isn't talking about it.

ben and kadiff were already industry acquaintances (they were both in queers [2017] and met at the table read) and move in the same social circles thanks to overlapping friends like andrew. i'm 99.999% certain they started off as just a fun no-strings fling, then got a little more serious in that little window of non-lockdown in summer 2020 💀💀💀 which is why they were so on-and-off and messy to begin with (we don't talk about the 2019 era, let my boy have his slutty rebound era in peace!!!). they had a few stops and starts like that before starting Dating Properly after they filmed TIGTH in 2021. they didn't go official (or as near to official as ben ever gets without his agent putting out wedding press releases) until after the daily mail broke The Divorce™️ news, at which point kadiff stopped hiding ben on his own social media. now we get the occasional exciting flash of elbow, or hair, or the back of ben's head. hooray!

for example:

but yeah, you're completely right that they seem really happy and ben's a lot more laid back these days. idk whether it's aging or the relationship or what, but he's clearly a lot more comfortable in his own skin compared to like 2017. i don't think people new to the fandom realise just how much of a big bag of neuroticism he used to be sjfhsjhfs. it's nice to see. i feel like a proud mother (ignore the fact i am a childless lesbian in my 30s).

#i got another ask a bit like this one asking about the kadiff-ben timeline because of how messy those early months were #but i accidentally deleted it while trying to answer so i hope this post answered your question too nonnie

[bradleybearx]

YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED

Hello this is my first time publishing one of my imagines on tumblr as I put up on my last post.

I hope you enjoy and please feel free to comment, message with ideas, request's, or suggestions thank you.

Is a long imagine I’m sorry but I hope you enjoy xx

- WARNINGS - LANGUAGE - VIOLENCE - - 1.5K WORDS -

- EDITED -

💍

"You're getting married" I whisper as I look at Brad in shock at what he just planted on me.

The thing was the girl he was marrying is a lying, using, cheater, and he doesn't even listen to anyone of his mates, family, or me because he doesn't believe she would do something like that to him.

"Yeah I am" He nods with a smile.

"Bradley" I sigh.

"I know, okay none of yous like her but can’t you at least just be happy for me for once please, you're my best friend"

"Brad I want to be happy for you, really I do, but I can’t not when I know she cheats on you all the time and is using you for fame and money, you just never want to believe me"

"No you just wanna ruin my relationship just because you're fucking jealous it’s not you" He scoffs as he shakes his head in disappointment.

"No I'm just looking out for my best friend because I know you'd do the same if you saw my partner cheating, I care about you Id never ruin your relationship on purpose Bradley" I stare at him as his eyes locked with mine.

"You’re right, but at least I wouldn't lie to you" He grabs his jacket walking past me.

"I would never lie to you" My voice breaks.

"I don’t want you at my wedding" He looks over at me from the front door as my heart sank deep into my chest "Clare doesn't want you there either"

"Okay" I nod as tears threatened my eyes "Please go" My voice breaks again as he nods and closes the door behind him and I walk into my bedroom.

I sit in bed as I let the tears stream down my face. I had to admit yes I love him in so much, and yes seeing him with her hurt but I was happy for him well that was until I seen her with this one guy all the time and I asked her about it and she legit told me she's been seeing him and using Brad for his money so all I was trying to do was protect him not because I was jealous but because he doesn't deserve that.

- TWO WEEKS LATER -

I was at home still upset about Brad and I's friendship, it just felt like it meant nothing to him which made it hurt even worse. I haven't heard anything from him in the past two weeks and really I just wanted my best friend back no matter what I had to except even if that meant letting her use him I just wanted my best friend back. I walk into the kitchen as my phone lights up as I let out sigh and unlock my phone to check the message.

- UNKOWN - Hey - Y/N - Hey, who's this? - UNKNOWN - Brads fiancé, Clare - UNKNOWN - Its funny he didn't believe you, I told you he wouldn't have fun being alone stupid bitch :)

I put my phone down as I ignore her last message. I checked my fridge and noticed I had to do some shopping otherwise I’d have nothing left. I had a quick shower first then drove to the store with a list. As im walking around the isle I notice a tall familiar blonde.

"Y/N" Tristan smiles and pulls me into a hug.

"Hey" I smile softly.

"Missed you girl, haven't seen you in like ages" He laughs "How you doing" He asks sympathetically.

"Honestly could be better" I nod trying not to cry for the one thousandth time these past two weeks.

"He misses you, he's turned into a real asshole ever since two weeks ago when he told us you weren’t invited to the wedding, just so you know we all believe you alright, I just hope Brad pulls his head out his ass and realises it before it’s to late" I nod as look past Tristan and I noticed Clare and the same guy she's always hanging with.

"I hope he does, I really dont want to see him hurt or lose the people that actually care about him" I point to them as Tristan looks over to them and lets out a sigh.

"We have all told him, when he told us what happened between you two we told him how stupid it was that he did that to you, he's now pushed us all away, even his parents, told us not to come to the wedding either because Clare doesn't want us their"

"Wait what" I ask "Even his parents" I question.

"Yeah" He nods.

"He adores them though" I shake my head “And the band” I ask.

“He doesn’t show up, told us he might quit because we don’t support him, but how can we when she’s treating him like shit hey”

“The band is his baby he… she’s really messing him up” I sigh.

————

I finished shopping and as I sit in my car I debated on whether I should go visit Brad and talk to him.

“Fuck it” I start my car.

I drop my shopping home and unpack it then grab my keys again and drive to his apartment. When I arrived I noticed it was only his car in the driveway. I look down as my phone pings with a message.

- UNKNOWN - Have fun with my leftovers slut, all he was good for was money and sex :)

I put my phone down as I let out a sigh and open my car door. I walk up to his door and knock as a couple minutes later it swings open as he stumbles holding the door open.

"Bradley" My heart broke at the sight of him, he smelt of alcohol, he looks like he hasn’t slept in days.

"The fuck you want" He yells.

"I want to talk to you"

"I dont need your fucking pity, you're just here to what finally get what you want huh, why can’t any of you guys just let me be happy" I walk in as he slams the door as I jump.

"We do want you to be happy though Brad we do, why do you think we kept telling you to protect you because we care and don’t want you to get hurt" I walk over to him.

"No yous dont, you're just fucking jealous it wasn't you on my cock huh, thats all you want right, just like she did, little sluts thats what yous are" He yells as I swallow the lump at the back of my throat.

"I'm not after that and you know that, but please drink some water" I walk into his kitchen and grab a cold glass of water for him and hand it him as he throws it at me but luckily I duck it the glass breaks as he slams me into the wall.

"You want it, fine have it then" He tries to push himself on me.

"Brad please stop, please" I whisper.

"What now you dont want it, fuck sake not good enough now right"

"No not like this not while you’re angry and upset, but listen to me you are good enough you just aren’t in the right mindset for that yet okay" A tear fell down my cheek as I push him off of me lightly.

"Don't fucking push me" He slaps me as I grab my cheek as another tear falls.

"I'm sorry" I cry and go to leave but he grabs me which scares me "Please let me go"

"I'm sorry, Y/N im so fucking sorry" He cries.

"Lets just get you to bed okay and water" I sigh.

The next morning I woke up on Brads couch as Brad was leaning against the couch asleep near my head. I smiled to myself as I run my fingers through his soft curls as he slowly wakes up keeping his eyes closed as soon as he opened them.

"I'm sorry love" He whispers "I went too far and im sorry, I should've never done that to you"

"Bradley"

"Please forgive me, I cant lose you, not again" He cries as he looks at me.

"Bradley, its okay, just please never do that again" I wipe his tears.

"Never, I promise you"

“You are good enough don’t think different okay” I smile "But when did you realise" I ask as I sit up.

"About" He sits up next to me.

"Clare"

"I called it off yesterday when Tristan sent through a photo, but not just because what she did but because I wanted you" He sighs "And I wouldn't get married if you weren't there with me or my family or my mates, I wouldn’t be able to do it" He smiles "How about you let me make it up to you for everything I’ve done, let me take you out"

"As in a date" I question as I look at him.

"If thats what you wanna call it then yes, will you go on a date with me love" He laughs.

"I’d love to" I laugh as he leans in and plants his lips softly onto mine.

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#bradley simpson #fanfiction #imagine #brad simpson #the vamps #tristan evans #connor ball #james mcvey #fanfic #imagines #angst #happy ending #bradley will simpson

[strangerfigs]

I already made a post about this but I need to emphasis it more:

Whenever I’m alone with you/ You make me feel like I am home again

“It’s Hawkins, it’s not the same without you” like he legit saying that his /home/ is not the same without him there? this is gay! ! ! i have had so many best best friends leave my hometown, friends I’ve been friends with for 10+ years, too, and bitch, i wouldn’t say this, and I’m pretty sure I’m like half in love with one of them but I still don’t feel this way, and then also, him bringing up Lucas, Max and Dustin?! Why! That was so not platonic. I’ll never shut up about this scene. He is literally saying, “my home is not home without you, my (other) best friends and party are there, my family is there, but it’s not the same without you”

Whenever I’m alone with you/You make me feel like I am whole again

Mike acts like a completely different person around Will, all throughout the series, using soft eyes and soft voice, and saying shit that is romantic without it being something he’s just heard before, it’s real! his attitude completely changes when he is alone with will in season 4. will tells him it’s going to be okay with el, and mike goes from staring endlessly at el’s not to throwing it the trash like - Jesus

Whenever I’m alone with you/You make me feel like I am young again

Mike rejects Will when he wants to play D&D, saying “we aren’t kids anymore, what did you think we were just going to sit in my basement and play boardgames for the rest of our lives?” signaling that Will makes him feel like a kid. (Whatever. Stretch but-) kid = carefree, lax, fun. Also, the next season he joins Hellfire, annoyed at Lucas for wanting to put his attention elsewhere, literally going to the campaign regardless of his parents saying that he isn’t going to be able to go to Cali (? which no one talks about which is so funny because what, and we know that mike wants to ignore will so yeah, he would also be missing out on seeing him too but! again ‘maybe a stretch but it works)

Whenever I’m alone with you/You make me feel like I am fun again

Literally, the only time that Mike laughs is when he is with his crushes this season, aka Eddie and Will

However far away/I will always love you/However long I stay/I will always love you

When Will is missing and his body is find, Mike never gives up on him until he finds him~ :-)

Whatever words I say/I will always love you/I will always love you

Literally just Mike’s whole relationship with El? ? ? It’s all fake, and no matter what he tells her or himself or Will (we’re friends, we’re friends. it’s not my fault you don’t like girls!) he will always love him :-)

Whenever I’m alone with you/You make me feel like I am free again

Mike is super comfortable around Will, and is able to be himself <3

Whenever I’m alone with you/You make me feel like I am clean again

Ok, so this lyric is about drugs, but let’s just say El/Repression is his Drug? Because again it works. The only time he calms down about El is after he talks to Will ~ and the only time that he seems to free himself from the repression and internal homophobia, is around Will, after spending alone time with him

Anyways. I’m like. Stunned at how much this song relates to them.

#byler #stranger things #Mike Wheeler is gay

[boundless-n-bare]

audhd confessions - my own worst enemy

being active in this community as a neurodivergent individual (audhd) can be very challenging in unexpected ways. for me the hardest thing to deal with is the rsd - rejection sensitive dysphoria. i have this BAD. this doesn't strictly pertain to real or perceived rejection from individuals in the community although that can be part of it, but more broadly its like a very intense and painful feeling of fomo. having to miss NEST this year was a huge trigger for me - no one rejected me, but i still felt rejection because i couldn't be there. my brain told me i wasn't allowed. that no-one wanted me there anyway and i wouldn't be missed.

its also very hard seeing other members of the community being active and fulfilling their desires in a way i wish i could but very deeply feel and have been telling myself for years that i can't. this one honestly kills me, like it can be super debilitating to the point that it legit keeps me away from interacting in these spaces which i hate. its a huge reason ive been so distant - it sucks majorly feeling as though you're surrounded by people who have it all figured out, or at least seem to, while you feel lowly, alienated, and incapable.

for me, rsd is this ever present voice screaming "you're not allowed." woah see this community member posting about the really awesome session they had with this other community member? you'll never have that. they flew halfway across the country for that session, you're broke and will never be able to do that. they have social skills and you're a socially inept loser who no one wants to talk to. "they" are allowed to have those experiences, "they" are normal. but you are not allowed. you can be a spectator, at best. you get to yearn

the truly fucked thing is that i have had those experiences! i have been to NEST! i have traveled long-ish distances for sessions! i have had the good fortune of having multiple tickling experiences while many in this community may struggle to cement even one. yet i still look at myself and my experiences in this completely ass-backwards light that tells me that they are nothing special, its everyone else who is out there living the absolute dream and nothing i achieve will ever live up to what they're doing - it can't, it simply isn't possible because you are not allowed!

this shit has paralyzed me for far too long. it makes me not even want to look at tumblr, or reddit, or anywhere i might come across that sort of content because what if i see another post like that and then i get sad? then i suddenly have to wrestle with these feelings of inadequacy and isolation and who needs that? its easier just to ignore it all entirely... right?

well, no, because tickling is my passion and if i ignore it completely, to the point of not even letting myself engage with the community, then im depriving myself of not only the community and any potential support network therein but literally the pursuit of the one thing in life that bares any semblance of importance to me at all! when i tell you nothing else matters to me, when i tell you there is nothing in my life that drives me forward the way tickling does i am not fucking exaggerating - if i have learned anything over the pandemic and throughout the years that followed up until now it is that i forget who the fuck i am if i sever myself from my desires for too long. i'll put it all on the back burner and then wonder why im so miserable all the time. then i'll eventually come back, start getting into the hang of being active, then the asd starts surfacing, then i experience some sort of meltdown, then isolate for a few more months, then dip my toes back in and start the cycle all over.

i honestly dont know the best way to combat this but my plan is basically to kill this ideology with persistence - from now on i won't back down and dip out when im confronted with these feelings but rather i will challenge them and keep doing what im doing anyway. i will tell myself that with patience and persistence i can do any damn thing i want, and it might not happen immediately but sooner rather than later i will prevail and i will be content with my place here.

i intend to seriously challenge any assertion by my brain that im not good enough, moneyed enough, social enough, likeable enough, etc. to participate in this community. sure, there might be very real barriers to what i can and can't do compared to others but even still there's ultimately nothing i can't do! i have even told myself for the longest time that i could never be any sort of content creator... yeah, well guess what? im challenging that shit because the very act of my brain telling me i can't do it signifies that its obviously something i want to do, therefor i should! i've deterred myself from buying toys, bondage equipment, etc. because "you're not even active! you don't even talk to people! you're so socially awkward you'd spend all the money and never use it!"

fuck you, brain! the only thing truly getting in my way is you! im not making excuses to minimize myself anymore. im going to do the thing! the fuck is even the point of living if all you're going to do is keep yourself from the shit you want? its beyond fucking stupid

i doubt its going to be easy. i doubt that i won't slip up. but persistence means getting back up and doing it anyway when even when i feel like giving up, and hiding from or not interacting with the community is a sure-fire way to get absolutely nothing from it at all

#adhd #audhd #autism #rejections sensitive dysphoria #tickle #tickles #tickling #tickling community #tickle community #fomo

[burningbridgeswrites]

@scotty-barzal​

She didn’t know what drink she was on as she kept refilling her cup. The night had grown colder but she hardly noticed as she stayed close to the bonfire. Even through beer goggles she recognized his figure. She had been ignoring Scotty the last couple days, not answering his texts and avoiding the docks after their argument and her spilled confession. “Who invited the pogue?” She asked with disdain which was in part an act for her friends around her and cause how she was currently feeling towards him.

#bs #i had feels for them so i am posting it but legit ignore until you feel like iy #it

[fairyqueentitana]

Representation of romantic relationships in Fairy Tail

Hey, guys today we will be going through the romantic relationships of the anime fairy tail if you haven't seen it I am telling you to stop-go watch a few episodes and return so I won't spoil stuff for you. Like my post for Winx Club, I'm starting from the bottom up also I'm sticking the main cast.

#4 Jerza (The Knight and the Spellcaster)

Firstly I'm mad that we never got to see a proper kiss from these two we all saw how they loved each other. Unfortunately, these two are damaged I know he was possessed and all but the whole memory loss thing was painful. Then when they returned after the 7-year time skip Mr Blueberry was afraid to freaking date her blaming it on his path to redemption. However, these two need to sit down and talk I love them so much but they need to grow more and get a proper ending but regardless I love this ship to the point I cried for them.

#3 Gruvia ( The Stalker and the Tsundere)

This started out as a one-sided love/obsession's when Juvia fell for Gray now her reason is legit enough for me plus she grew to love him for his faults as well. However, the bento of his face and the stalking was a bit off-putting I mean at this point I would like to bring up Marinette Dupain Cheng from MLB she is a toned-down Juvia if you get where I'm coming from. I love the girls but their love was a bit weird. Now Gray needed someone to support him he was broken and had a lot of bad memories like Erza and Lucy he kept them hidden until it slapped them in the face. Finally, when he saw Juvia in the same way it paid off but these two only officially returned feelings in the last episode of the show AGAIN I DIDN'T GET WHAT I WANTED FOR THIS SHIP.

#2 GALE (Beauty and the Beast)

Anybody who disagrees will get ignored. These two started off badly he beat her up and left her pinned to a tree yes but when he learned the meaning of Fairy Tail and family he was one of those persons everyone liked eventually. When Laxus was beating him up he still defended Levy he even apologized to her later not only that but over time he grew to trust her and stay by her side. They have saved each other's lives and had one of the best developments ever plus Levy being pregnant with his baby just topped it off.

#1 Nalu ( The Dragon King and the Celestial Princess)

These two had the only normal growth to a relationship they went from strangers to friends to lovers well not lovers yet but its already confirmed. They work together, eat together and in some ways live together. Natsu protects her and cares about Lucy on a whole other level the lengths he goes for her just prove my point. Lucy does more than take care and listens to him she fights for Natsu these two protect and love one another more than anyone else in the guild. Plus in the end, they lean on one another they would die for the other. They grow in power with one another and everyone knows that they are in love.

That's all for this week folks see you whenever.

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[uwuwriting]

How the boys SIMP! w/ Bakugou, Kaminari and Todoroki

Request: I got like five requests about several of our favorite boys simping over their girlfriend so yeah, here we are. 

Hi I’m not dead, yet at least. I;m starting to believe that my brain will turn to goo after all the chemistry and biology I’ve been studying. Sorry for not posting, my tumblr decided to be a dick and deleted my queued posts so haha yeah. Anyways my posts won’t be as regural as they used to because school....kill me. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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warnings: SIMPING

Bakugou Katsuki

-Okay he is rather subtle with his simping. 

-He won’t straight up kiss the ground you walk on. 

-BUT he will be kinder and a little softer. 

-Maybe sometimes to the point others notice and it’s not a good look on him. 

-Or at least that’s what he believes. 

- “I have a reputation to keep, baby.”

-That was said behind closed doors at 3 am on the rare occassion he stayed past his bed time. 

-And yes he will ignore his bedtime for you. 

-One of his simping tactics. 

-He will cook for you, he will pretend that he’s annoyed that you aren’t eating well enough or healthy.

-So he becomes mama Bakugou and starts cooking for you.

-Bento boxes for school, snacks while you are studying, dinner and breakfast.

-He will teach you how to cook some dishes for when he is not here and you get hungry. 

- “We’re doing your favorite.”

- “Aww Katsuki, you know my favorite.”

- “Shut up dumbass and pay attention.”

-Speaks rather softly after a while, showing you how to correctly cut the ingredients and how to stir the mix without making a mess. 

-He will just leen on the counter and watch you add all the ingredients with that little concentrated pout on your lips. 

-His heart goes oops. 

-He will be so engrossed with your beauty that you’ll have to give him a small shake when you need him. 

-Pretends to enjoy what you’ve made if you messed it up somehow but will give you honest feed back and advice so you make something edible next time.

-You tend to spend the night at his dorm and he loves it. 

-It’s usually on accident.

-You cuddle him while he goes to sleep and your plan is to get up and leave once you have taken your fill. 

-But he is warm and oh so cuddly that you fall asleep as well. 

-He wakes up around ten o’clock everytime to make sure you left and when he still feels you next to him he just lets out the most genuine smile. 

-He will pull you flush to his chest *if you are not already* and take in your scent saying a little I love you before going back to sleep. 

-The next morning he will wake you up before anyone else gets up and walks you to your room. 

-Thankfully you are on the same floor so you don’t have to go far. 

-He always walks with you to and from class no matter his mood.

-He monitors his tone when he can help it and will warn you when his mood is really awful. 

-In general it’s the little things with him not grand gestures and all out simping. 

Kaminari Denki

-Worships the ground you walk on. 

-All out simping no shame. 

-He will straight up give his soul for you. 

-And he is rather proud of that fact. 

-The polar opposite of Bakugou. 

-And he can get on everyone’s nerves with his simping. 

-Picks you up form your dorm room every morning, carries your bag to class and opens every single door you come across.

-Gives you his food if you show the slightest of interest in his meal. 

- “Denki I just want a bite.”

- “I CAN GET ANOTHER ONE BABY!”

-Calm down sir....calm down. 

-Has canceled game night because you had period cramps. 

-The thing with that is you never actually asked him to come cuddle or something you just mentioned that you were heading to Recovery Girl for some pain killers. 

-Man was waiting you at her office in -0.5 seconds. 

- “I thought you were playing COD.”

- “I canceled.”

- “YOu wHAt?”

-Bakugou legit thinks you are the reason Kaminari keeps blowing them off. 

-That you are some type of overly clingy girlfriend. 

-DENKI IS AN OVERLY CLINGY GIRLFRIEND. 

-Has gone off on a russian dude because while you were playing COD together he said something about girls being really bad at video games. 

-Your man almost got banned.

-He skips class if you’re sick which is rather sweet but simultaneously really really dumb. 

-Aizawa is coming fro his ass in 3....2....1.

-Boy didn’t even reach your door. 

-You just heard your boyfriend’s girlish screams coming from down the hall followed by pleads of mercy. 

-You were -><- this close to going out there to see what was going on but then you heard Aizawa’s monotonous voice and just went back to sleep.

-He later came over and narrated his traumatic experience. 

-Poor baby just wanted to take care of you.

Todoroki Shouto

-He’s a mix of Bakugou and Denki.

-He likes being subtle and showering with affection behind closed doors but also will be at your beck and call. 

-In your or his room he likes to hold you close like really really close.

-Oh you are studying?

-Will just hug you from behind.

-You are watching something on Netflix?

-Will rest his head on your shoulder. 

-You do the same really because he is a very very touch starved baby and he needs more love. 

-He Likes to bring you food that Fuyumi makes. 

-He visits his sister on the regural so he always or almost always comes back with a small bento box with your name on it in Fuyumis delicate writing.

-Fuyumi loves you and she knows what a simp her baby brother is for you.

-In public he isn’t on Denki’s level.

-Yeah sure he will open the door for you.

-Sure he might ignore everyone else and only answer to you. 

-But that doesn’t make him an immediate simp.

-No no.

-What makes him a simp is the way he treats you during free period. 

-Clingy boy to the fullest.

-And a bonus, will do anything you ask. 

-You are doing a project and you need to test something in extreme heats? He has laready rolled up his sleeve.

-You are thirsty from studying? He is already on his way to buy you a water bottle. 

-He’s more of a protective simp.

-Considering who his father is he really gets protective over you whenever he is around. 

-Also doesn’t like training with you because he doesn’t want to accidently hurt you. 

-The last simp characteristic of his is drum roll......

-Your sleeping schedule. 

-It’s fucked up basically.

-You tend to study until you pass out in his room and he will always carry your to your dorm unless you tell him otherwise. 

-Will risk detention for being out past curfew just to get you to your room. 

-I LOVE HIM!

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i <3 jules fuck yall

this is kind of a long post but these are my thoughts

i am ride or fucking die for jules and i do not want to HEAR ITTTTTT from the jules haters. The fact that people can take such a complex character and turn it into a completely black and white issue is ridiculous when every other character gets a pass for the bullshit they pull.

people have painted her as this emotionally manipulative person who is selfish in everything she does when if you watched the show and rubbed two fucking braincells together that turns out to be very much,,, not the case.

season 1

jules has been demonized since season 1 so let’s start there. i think a lot of the hate stems from the fact that she seemed a little distant with rue at some point and ultimately left her at the train station at the end of the season. what a lot of people were saying was that they didn’t like how she seemed to lead rue on when rue was so obviously and completely in love with her. i’ll admit, i also thought some of this, but this is completely ignoring her character arc throughout the season as well as what was eventually revealed in her special episode “fuck anyone who’s not a sea blob”.

throughout the first season jules makes it clear that her one condition for rue is that she has to remain clean. this is something that rue fails at almost immediately, stealing pills from jules’s house until eventually ali is able to set her straight (end of s1e3/beginning of s1e4). when rue starts to make the effort to stay clean, she becomes completely reliant on jules, essentially trading her drug dependency for a jules dependency. the fact that people around her continuously remind her of this is a constant stressor for her (like when lexi told her rue is “doing really well because of her”). jules wants rue to stay clean because she loves her and so she sticks by her and tries to be as accommodating as possible even if it is to her own detriment which leads to her acting out (like during the halloween episode). this is something jules has negative experiences with as well which we see a little bit of in her special. it is revealed that jules’s mom is also someone who struggles with substance abuse and has made their familial relationship dependent on her sobriety, relapsing when jules is (rightfully) upset with her. this also goes hand in hand with the trauma jules underwent at the hands of her mother when she was a child as we saw in her backstory at the beginning of episode 4.

during her special episode, she goes into detail just how deeply she felt for rue and how complex those feelings were. she also described a recurring nightmare she would have where her and rue lived together in new york after graduating and she’d come home to rue dead on the bathroom floor after an overdose.

the strain on her relationship with rue (and her mother by proxy) is happening during her more overt storyline in which she was tricked, manipulated, and blackmailed by nate. she fully fell in love with him and therefore every interaction she had with nate became extremely emotionally taxing and traumatizing.

when she visited her friend in the city, this was briefly explored as she imagined nate in the club. her yelling that she hated him for what he did to her while he responded that she didn’t was all you needed to understand that as awful as his betrayal was, it didn’t magically erase the feelings she developed for him.

what people don’t really seem to get is that when rue suggested the two of them run away, jules was also at her lowest and dealing with all this shit, which is why she agreed instead of trying to talk rue out of it. it’s also why she left while rue decided to stay. it wasn’t done maliciously, it was done desperately.

(also regarding anna,,,while i wasn’t super into that whole thing, i dont think jules and rue ever had a legit conversation about labels/boundaries/rules about their relationship is season 1 given that jules willingly and casually told her about her encounter with anna instead of hiding it)

now on to season 2

i don’t think the jules hate really took off until the drama with elliot and here’s why i am still in full support of her: rue is a terrible girlfriend.

does rue love jules? yes. undoubtedly. her narration constantly reminds us of this. that, however, doesn’t automatically make her a good partner. after the two of them unpack the train situation at the new years eve party and get back together, jules is shown to be constantly insecure in her relationship. it already started tediously, with rue admitting that her relapse had at least something to do with the Train Incident. this, i’m sure, already gives jules the impression that her standing in the relationship was a little bit tedious. with rue being the worst improvisational liar ever and pretending to forget meeting elliot, this furthers this insecurity with the implication that rue is not 100% IN the relationship.

is jules naive for not seeing that rue is clearly high all the time?? yes. but that doesn’t change the fact that rue’s drug use still affects the relationship. jules thinks that rue is distracted and seems to be pulling away. rue isn’t really providing the attention that jules wants out of the relationship, something which elliot, ever the opportunist, manages to do. he compliments and flirts with her, even before jules decided to act on it. what ends up completely driving jules to cheat was when rue, too high to feel anything, fakes the world’s fakest orgasm which in turn pushes jules away, feeling insecure in her sexual ability (something which she consistently seeks out validation from as seen in season 1). she feels humiliated on top of a little dysmorphic, and when given the attention she needs, jumps at the chance (i.e. elliot).

i’m not saying she’s in the right here. what she did was definitely wrong, but it’s frustrating seeing viewers hold her so harshly responsible when rue has been lying, neglecting, and gaslighting that absolute hell out of her the whole time. rue is emotionally abusive. that is a fact. not just to jules either, but to her mother, and her sister, and her friends. it’s a byproduct of the addiction, yes, but that does not absolve her of blame or responsibility.

later in the episode, jules is pushed even further away when after trying to prevent rue from drinking, rue lashes out and confirms exactly what jules is afraid of: that she “can’t fucking stand [her]”. was it dumb of jules to put the alcohol in the backseat with rue? yes. was it fucked up that they just fucking left her on the side of the road? also yes. however, i am choosing to blame elliot almost entirely for this because again, as far as jules knows, rue is sober. (also nobody blamed lexi for leaving cassie on the street drunk as hell on new years??)

the fact that jules, after realizing rue has been lying about her sobriety the entire time they’ve been together still tried to help her, proves how much she cares about her. she did the right thing by telling rue’s mom. she did what we are all told to do in an event like that, especially since they are both minors. she did what even lexi admitted she failed to do. let’s not forget that jules grew up with an addict for a mother. i’m sure she knew that if she confronted rue head on (which she has tried in the past!!) rue would’ve lashed out and would not have gotten the help she needs. she is holding her accountable in ways that others, even good people like fez and lexi, have been enabling her habits (selling her drugs; pissing for a drug test).

concluding thoughts

i think the general assessment of her character craving love and being willing to accept it from wherever she can is a pretty correct one. i think she tends to be naive in her relationships, falling for everyone that shows her affection which is why we see her fall for shyguy118 (nate), anna, and most recently, elliot. this doesn’t make her a bad person, just someone with personal baggage that needs to be unpacked and dealt with.

my issue is mainly that people seem to focus on ONLY the bad stuff and blow it up. people still hold compassion for rue despite her hurting and manipulating those around her, because people can understand that she is complex and there is nuance to her character. the same goes for i think every character?? so why is it different for jules :/

instead, direct that negative energy to elliot, a high functioning addict opportunist that lied to BOTH rue and jules and sat around while the suitcase full of drugs got flushed despite knowing about rue’s deal with laurie

#euphoria #jules #rue #hunter schafer #rules #jules vaughn #rue bennet #euphoria hbo

[theladyofdeath]

Life As We Know It {Chapter 6}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays and Thursdays. Chapters will be posted on both my and Shelb’s blogs! >> @snelbz​

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The week had passed by in a blur and by the time Saturday came, all Nesta wanted to do was sleep in. 

But she couldn’t.

Sleeping in wasn’t possible anymore. 

Her alarm had been set for seven, but she woke up with the sun peeking through her curtains at 6:45. She looked at the baby monitor on the nightstand. Nyx was still sound asleep in his crib.

With a groan, she covered her head with her pillow and tried to shut out the light, but it was no use. 

She was wide awake. 

May as well enjoy a cup of coffee before Nyx wakes up. Nesta tossed her legs over the side of the bed and tossed her robe over her pajama shorts and tank top. After pulling her long, golden-brown hair back, she was tiptoeing through the hall and down the stairs.

Once she reached the bottom of the stairs, she could hear noise coming from the kitchen.

The sizzling of bacon being dropped into a skillet.

She had expected it to be Cassian, of course, but what she wasn’t expecting was what he was wearing.

Or, she supposed, what he wasn’t wearing. 

She wasn’t sure if she should go back upstairs, to give him privacy. But he was the one who had chosen to come downstairs like this, in one of the common areas of the house, so Nesta went ahead and walked into the kitchen. She aimed straight for the coffee pot, grateful to see a fresh pot already in the carafe. “Good morning.”

He turned towards her, that broad, muscular chest on full display, thanks to the white towel wrapped around his hips being the only thing he had on. “Morning, Nes. Hope you want breakfast.”

She continued to make her coffee, which was usually easy, considering it was one spoonful of sugar in black coffee, but she was having a distinctly hard time focusing on what she was doing.

She had seen Cassian without a shirt in before, at the few times they’d both been over to swim in Feyre and Rhysand’s pool, but there was something distinctly different about seeing him wearing a pair of swimming trunks and that towel. That towel that was sitting so low on his hips, she knew there could be nothing underneath it.

He didn’t even seem to notice, didn’t even seem to think about her reaction to him standing nearly nude in the kitchen, making breakfast. His hair was still wet, although the ends seemed to be drying. 

She wondered if this is what he looked like in a towel, what he would look like in the shower.

She quickly shook the thought away, even though it couldn’t help but linger in the back of her mind.

“I’ve got eggs, bacon, and toast,” he said, his back to her. She watched his muscles expand as he moved pans around and turned off the burners. “Simple, but it’ll fill you up. We’ll need all the energy we can this morning.”

Nesta cleared her throat and gave him a nod as he turned to face her. It was true, and Nesta was unexcited about it. The two of them would spend their day trying to find a part-time nanny for Nyx for the days that the two of them were both at work at the same time.

They’d had plenty of applicants, some of whom seemed promising. 

Nesta had her fingers crossed.

A plate was set down in front of Nesta, and for a moment, all she could do was stare at it. There was a smiley face made out of a bacon mouth and egg-eyes. Another plate was set in the middle of the table, piled high with toast and jam. 

“What am I, two?” she asked, gesturing to the breakfast face in front of her.

Cassian chuckled. His plate was piled high with bacon and eggs. No room for faces. He sat across from her and leaned on the table with his elbows. “A little smiley face never hurt anybody.”

She said nothing, just picked up her fork and cut into the eggs. She hadn’t even told him she liked her eggs over-medium, but she was glad she did as the semi-runny yolk spilled out onto her plate. Nesta thought about starting something about it, about asking about food preferences before he assumed something, but it was too early and she hadn’t gotten to enjoy nearly enough of her cup of coffee. It was too early to fight. So instead she picked up a crispy piece of bacon and used it to pick up some of the egg, before popping it into her mouth.

Her eyes slipped closed and she tried not to moan.

How could a simple breakfast taste so damn good?

When she opened her eyes again, she assumed she hadn’t been completely successful in stopping her appreciative noises, because he was smirking at her as he brought his own coffee to his lips.

“Told you I make a mean breakfast,” he said, reaching for a piece of toast and slathering it in blackberry jam.

Clearing her throat, she ignored him and continued eating until her plate was completely empty. Just as she was about to get up to rinse it off, he stood, adjusting that damn towel to fit more snuggly around his hips, and picked up both of their plates. She tried her best not to watch the muscles shift in his back as he rinsed the plates and loaded them into the dishwasher. Tried her best, but found herself staring as she sipped from her coffee cup, but snapped herself out of it and got up as well, making Nyx a bottle for when he woke up.

As she shook the formula up, she asked, “Will you be putting clothes on before the applicants get here, or should I warn them this is going to be a clothes-optional interview?”

He glanced at her over a shoulder, as he began to clean the pan he’d cooked the bacon and eggs in, but turned right back to the sink. “Does my nakedness bother you, Nes?”

Damn him, she could hear the smirk in his voice.

“No,” she snapped. “And stop calling me that.”

“So, you like me in a towel, then?” he went on, turning the sink off as he put the final plate in the drain rack.

“You’re exhausting, you know that?” she asked, turning to face him full on.

He turned to her then, one brow raised as he ran a hand through his nearly-dried hair. “I’m just saying, if it bothers you, I’ll be sure to dress before I come down to slave away for you over the stove. But, if it doesn’t bother you, I have to admit that I like to completely dry before I put on clothes.”

No, it didn’t bother her.

No, she didn’t mind having her breakfast with a view.

No, she wouldn’t mind reaching out and feeling just how hard and defined his abs really were.

No, she would never admit to that.

Instead, she raised her chin and said, “I should wake Nyx up so he’s ready before the first applicant arrives.”

“So formal,” he grinned. “And here I thought we were having a nice, pleasant morning.”

A soft cry came from upstairs and she was immediately in motion, all thoughts of those abs and whether or not water from his shower would well in the defined divots of them gone. Snatching up the bottle she’d set on the counter, she turned and headed for the living room and the stairs beyond. “Put some clothes on,” was all

she called back to him as she hurried for Nyx’s nursery.

*

Nesta shut the front door, falling back against the wood, listening as the final interview made her way down the cobblestone walkway.

She sighed and made her way into the kitchen. She needed a glass of wine.

A bottle of wine was more like it, but a glass would do for now.

She found Cassian already standing behind a chair at the kitchen table, the resumes of each applicant spread out before him. “So,” she said, reaching into the fridge for the bottle of chilled, white wine. “What did you think?”

He blew out an equally exhausted breath, before shaking his head. “There was…a lot of variety.”

He was right. There was a woman who had to be in her seventies, who had brought an entire notebook of lesson plans, with her goal to have the one-year-old fluent in French before his third birthday. Then there was the thirteen-year-old who had lied about her age on the application, but promised she could ride her bike the mile and a half from her house every day they needed her. Just not until after three on school days.

“Too much variety,” she agreed. “That last woman was so boring she literally put Nyx to sleep.”

It was true. Nyx was currently sound asleep in the middle of his playmat in the living room, surrounded by his toys. 

“I didn’t mind the retired librarian,” Nesta said, filling her wine glass to the brim. 

Cassian scrunched his nose. “She smelled weird.”

Nesta scoffed. “I don’t think Nyx will be minding her smell. She was smart and was obviously good with him.”

“So was Viviane,” Cassian said, picking up an application off the table.

Nesta blinked. “Viviane?”

“Yeah, Viviane,” he said, showing her the application. “Smart. Bachelors in early childhood education. Lives three miles down the road.”

“Young, blonde, hot,” Nesta added, taking a drink.

Cassian raised an eyebrow. “So you do remember her.”

“I remember that she didn’t have near enough experience and she only listed one reference,” Nesta replied, taking the application and resume from him. She looked it over again. “She can’t be more than twenty-two years old.”

“What does her age have to do with it?” He asked, leaning down on the chair and looking at her. “She’s got good qualifications and Nyx loved her. She was one of the few he actually laughed and wanted to play with.”

It was true, he’d been extremely uncomfortable around most of the applicants. He cried the second a couple of them looked at him and had even spit up on one of them. But he had giggled with Viviane and genuinely seemed to like her.

“She hasn’t worked at a legit daycare or anything, but she’s been a one-on-one nanny before,” Cassian pointed out, as Nesta was reading the same thing on her copy of the resume. “And she said she could get us the numbers of her previous families. She just didn’t want to give them out without asking permission.” He smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. “Sounds like she’d respect our privacy, too. But go ahead, keep thinking of reasons she’s not a good candidate.”

Aside from her perky tits and ass, I can’t think of any. The words almost came from her lips, but Nesta ground her teeth.

“We have to agree on someone, and Viviane can start immediately,” Cassian continued. 

Nesta stared at him for a moment.

He stared back, watching as she sipped from her glass. “I swear to the Mother, Cassian, if you fuck the nanny-.”

Cassian barked an unamused laugh. “You think I have absolutely no self control, don’t you?”

“I think you’re basing this choice off of what you want, not what Nyx needs,” she said, not breaking their eye contact.

“She may be hot, but fucking her would be a lot more trouble than it’s worth,” he admitted. “And Nyx is half Rhys. Don’t forget that. He liked to appreciate pretty things just as much as I do, and I’m sure Nyx will, too.”

Scoffing, Nesta set her glass down and went into the living room to get Nyx. “He’s a baby, not a grown man, with raging hormones. You’re disgusting.” She picked him up, still fast asleep from hearing about the nuances of the differences in a sitter and nanny from the old crone they’d spoken with last. “Call Viviane, let her know she starts tomorrow at eight.”

Cassian met her on the stairs. “I don’t work tomorrow, I can watch him.”

Nesta shrugged, but continued up, carrying a drooling Nyx to his nursery. She hadn’t noticed how close to his nap time it had gotten. “Think of it as an exercise in self-control then, and a test run. See how she does with Nyx and see if you can keep your dick to yourself.”

“I’ve kept it from you pretty easily, haven’t I?” 

Nesta refrained from responding as she carried Nyx into the nursery and laid him down, cracking the door open behind her as she left. Walking back downstairs, she retrieved her wine, purposefully ignoring him, though she felt his eyes on her the whole time. She wouldn’t answer his question, was doing her best not to think about it, especially compounded with memories of him this morning.

She had no idea the muscles leading down by the hips could really be so defined. She thought the illustrious V that dragged your eye downwards on most male models was photoshopped in. Cassian, though, very much proved it not only existed, but that it was as distracting as she’d imagined it could be.

“I’m taking a bath,” she announced, heading back for the stairs. “Let Viviane know she got the job, but she can start whenever you want. If you’ll be off tomorrow, we don’t need to pay her to be here.”

She didn’t wait for his reply, and was in her room with the door shut a few seconds later. She took her time filling the bathtub with the things she found under the counter. There were oils and salts and bubbles and soaps, and by the time Nesta settled into the bubbly, warm water, the entire bathroom smelled like a spa. She sipped her wine, refusing to let her mind wander back to Cassian that morning, but by the time her glass was empty, her head was swimming and the water had begun to go cold.

She got out of the tub, watching as the water swirled down the drain and began toweling off.

And then, she had an idea, to give Cassian a taste of his own medicine.

She grabbed a clean, fluffy, white towel and wrapped it around her chest. And then she headed down to the kitchen for a refill.

Cassian was lying on the couch, one arm tossed behind his head, the other using the remote to flip through the stations on the TV.

He caught Nesta the moment her feet appeared at the top of the stairs.

Nesta’s heartbeat a little bit faster with every step she took.

“This is a new look for you,” Cassian said, simply, even though his voice had lowered an octave since the last conversation they had. “Especially considering you took the master bedroom so that you had your own private bathroom to avoid such run-ins with me.”

Nesta tossed her long, wet hair over her shoulder. “I figured it was okay since you’ve made it perfectly clear that you have no desire to crawl into bed with me. I deemed it safe territory.”

The glass still dangled between her fingers and she heard the couch creak as she turned the corner into the kitchen. She may have grabbed a towel that wasn’t quite as wide as the rest of them, one that didn’t quite come as far down her thighs. But if he wanted to prance around in nothing but his skin, she could do the same.

They were both adults. She had no interest in sleeping with him - so she told herself, at least - and he’d said he had no interest in her.

She poured what was left of the bottle in her glass and threw it into the trash with a clunk. She hadn’t realized she had so little left, but was fairly sure another bottle was in the wine cabinet.

Which was in the living room.

When she re-entered the living room, the volume on the TV was nearly silent and Cassian was sitting up, rather than laying down. One arm was draped across the back of the couch and the other still clutched the remote.

She could feel his eyes on her and she took another drink before reaching around the back of the cabinet for the key and unlocking it.

Not only did she grab another bottle of her favorite wine, but also a good bottle of whiskey, too.

“Planning on getting wasted?” He asked, quietly. 

“Just stocking up,” she replied, locking the cabinet behind her. “Care for a glass?”

Cassian looked around the room, as if she would be talking to anyone else other than her. “Sure.”

“Whiskey, I assume?” she asked, going back into the kitchen for another glass. 

The television was a little bit louder when she returned, but not by much.

She sat on the opposite end of the couch, and set the glasses on the coffee table in front of them. After retrieving the glass bottles, she poured.

Cassian remained perfectly quiet as she did so. 

“Is this a truce?” he asked, as Nesta held the glass out toward him.

“This is a celebratory drink to commemorate finding a nanny today,” Nesta said, although her voice held no warmth. “No matter how young and inexperienced and doomed-to-fail she is.”

She held up her wine glass.

Cassian snorted as he clinked his glass against hers.

She wasn’t paying any attention to whatever he had playing on the TV, and she had a feeling he didn’t either, not as she could feel his stare burning into her. Enough so that she crossed her legs, unintentionally causing the towel to raise even higher attention on the outside of her thigh. It almost exposed her entire hip, which she wasn’t anticipating, but she had made the decision to come down here, to tease him by showing him what he had done to her. She wouldn’t let him see how much his gaze was affecting her.

Even if it was just the wine.

Or so she told herself.

She was just about to stand, to make some excuse for going upstairs when he set his glass down on the coffee table and cleared his throat.

“New house rule. Clothes are required in the common areas. Kitchen, living room, dining room,” he said, ticking them off one by one. “Bedrooms and bathrooms are the only places where this is allowed.”

He gestured towards her, without looking, to make sure his point was understood.

“Why?” She asked innocently, and then she threw his own words back into his face. “Does my nakedness bother you, Cass?”

“Quite the opposite,” he admitted, adjusting himself.

Nesta pretended she didn’t notice.

“I thought you had no issue keeping yourself in check with me,” Nesta said, her voice low. “I thought you weren’t some untamed male with raging hormones.”

“I’m not,” he said, reaching to refill his glass. “At least, not until a beautiful woman is sitting a foot away from me, soaked, in a towel, pouring me whiskey.”

“I’m not soaked,” she said, without thinking it through. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

When Cassian looked at her, he grinned, but his eyes were dark. “I meant your hair.”

Nesta knew her plan had immediately backfired, either that or she’d had far too much to drink, so she simply nodded and stood heading back for the staircase.

“Nes?”

She turned back to look at him, halfway up the staircase.

He was smirking, that glass of whiskey resting on the arm of the couch. “If you ever do find yourself soaked, you know where to find me.”

She was up the stairs and slamming her door in a flash, trying to ignore his quiet laughter.

#nessian #LAWKI #collab #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf #nesta #cassian #nesta x cassian #cassian x nesta #fanfic #fanfiction #sjm #modern au #movie au

[blkgirlcafe]

Throw It In The Trash

Florian x Bella (Black OC)

Word Count: 1.1k 

TW: SMUT!, Jealous BF, choking, oral (Male reciving), spanking, name calling. 

Porn with very little plot. I am rusty and haven’t written in a while. 

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“Babe, I am home!” Florian yelled into the empty condo. He dropped his gym bag by the door, instantly kicking it to the side so his girl would trip on it. 

He walked into the kitchen, grabbing an apple, water and a protein bar for a post workout snack. Bella usually beat him home, especially on her days off, that was if she left the house anyone. 

No one ever expected them to be a couple, the quiet bookworm and the gym junkie who liked to box, but they were made for each other and Florian didn't want any other woman to call his. 

Florian plopped on the couch, turning on the highlights for the Jake Paul VS Askren. He still wasn't sure if the fights were legit or being thrown for social media clout, either way Jake Paul was in for a rude awakening when he fought Floyd. 

He didn't turn when he heard the keys in the door, or the rustling of bags. 

“Hey Babe!!” Her sweet voice ranged out. 

“In here baby.” Florian got up to greet her and stopped in his tracks. 

“So I know I said I was going to stay home and finish that book, but Mia wanted to go to brunch, brunch turned into window shopping, and then we had to stop at the bookstore, and I may have spent like a few hours there. Florian, what are you staring at?”

“You wore that?”

Florian's eyes traced up and down his girlfriend's curvy figure. Bella is a full figured woman, at 5’7 she was mostly legs that ended at very plump thighs. A pudgy stomach that Florian loved to grab on, and breasts that were the best pillows. 

“Yeah, cute right.” she did a little twirl, not realizing that he was angry. 

“You wore that skirt outside, where other men can see you?” 

The skirt in question did nothing to hide her figure, it gripped her like a second skin, almost looking like a tulip at the end to him. 

“Well I am not invisible Florian, what's your problem?”

“My problem is you wore that out Bella, showing everyone what's mine.” 

Bella rolled her eyes, before turning away from him to take the books she bought out the bag. 

“Anyway, I also picked you up a magazine..”

“Bella dont ignore me, take it off, throw it away or I will rip it off.” 

Bella turned and gasped, “You wouldn't dare, I just got this.”

Florian stalked over to her, pushing Bella against the wall. One hand went around her throat, softly gripping her. He gave her a peck on the lips, his other hand coming down to grip her hip. 

“Do you really wanna try me babygirl.” 

The smirk on her lips, told him all he needed to know, she wanted to play. 

“But I like this…”

“I didn't ask if you liked it, I’m sure you like you, you bought it, then wore it outside for everyone to see. Just because Mia is single and a slut dont mean you have to act like it too. You belong to me, right?”

Bella gently nodded her head. 

“Words.” he growled. 

“Yes Daddy.” 

“Good, now take it off before I rip it off, either way, you are throwing it in the trash and I won't repeat myself. 

Florian took a step away from her, giving her enough room to maneuver the tight skirt off. He shook his head when he noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties. 

“Where the fuck is your underware?”

“Pantylines.” was all she said as if that was a good of enough reason. 

Florian pulled her over to the couch, across his lap. 

“You are getting 10 for being such a slut today.”

“But…”

“15, want to keep talking? Count each one and I better hear a thank you Daddy.” 

Florian took a moment to admire her plump ass, hands gently rubbing the soft skin, before striking for the first time. Bella ass jiggled with each slap. She followed his directions not wanting to get into more trouble than she already was. 

“On your knees baby.” 

As Bella was between his knees, he gently tipped her chin and gave her a kiss. 

“Still my good girl even if you like to act up sometimes. Take Daddy out.” 

The pout on her face was instantly gone as she grabbed the hem of his joggers, pulling out his thick cock. 

“Apologize to Daddy for hurting his feelings.” 

Looking through her eyelashes, “I’m sorry Daddy for hurting your feelings and wearing that skirt out with no panties, won't happen again.”

“Yeah cause I am throwing it away.” 

Bella soft lips wrapped around him and he let out a happy sigh. Bella's mouth slid up and down his hard cock. 

“Be Daddy good girl, no hands.” 

Her hands came to rest on his thighs, nails gently scratching against the flesh. Florian rested his hand on the back of her neck, knowing how particular she was about her hair. He gently pushed down until her nose rested against his pubic area. 

“Fuck babygirl you feel so good.” 

Florian let go and she came up gasping for air, eyes slightly watery as she looked up at him and smirked. 

“Again.” he growled. 

Florian toes curled as his cock hit the back of her throat, the slight gagging noises coming for his baby Bella. 

“Fuck I need to be inside of you.” 

Florian pulled her off, already about to cum. Florian pulled Bella into his lap, his cock pushing at her inner thigh as he worked her shirt and bra off. Her heavy breast pushed against his chest as he moved her into place, sliding her down his cock. 

“Miss me today baby?” 

“Yes Daddy.” Bella moaned into his mouth. 

Bella started to bounce on his lap, Florian’s cock wrapped in warm, wet, velvet walls. Florian grabbed her ass, gripping it tightly as he pushed his hips forward, matching her strokes. 

“You better cum on my cock baby, make a mess on my lap baby girl.” Florian whispered in her ear before kissing down her neck. 

Bella moans were driving him crazy, “Shit, I’m about to cum.”

“Cum with me baby, fuck I need to fill you.” 

Bella walls tightened around him as he flooded her with cum. Florian didn't move, holding her tight against his chest as they both caught their breath. 

“I’m glad you didnt rip my skirt, I like it a lot.” 

“I’m not ripping it cause you are going to throw it in the trash.” Florian laughed as he picked her up, carrying her into the bedroom for round two.

#florian munteanu #florian x black!reader #florian x oc #smutty writer #smuttywriter #smut #fics #my post

[felikatze]

OOOOOOO YOU ARE LIKE, ONE OF THE VERY FEW PERSON WHO ACTUALLY NOTICED A'S ENTIRE PROBLEM OF ADVOIDANCE. sorry since I will now also ramble about A a lot for the next few paragraphs

I HAVE LEGIT TALKED TO MY FRIENDS ALL THE TIME about how all of the flashback having him trying to turn away from all the atrocities he committed, and it is not like he is ignorant about all of the death and tragedy that happened around him he just turn his gaze away from it in order to keep pushing on due to what you said about him being mentally fragile like you said i.e the option of ignoring Elijah slowly dying, him talked about how he already knows Gabriel's stage of grief long before his fall via his manner and clothing change but decided to turn away from it, it is even more evident when you got into the A(s) where Abel talking about he tried to keep pretending everything was fine and thing would become better tomorrow but then it never did, Abram talking about how every atrocities he committed made him feel disgusted at himself but decided to close his eyes to it until he becomes numb to it and Ayin who literally said it once again in the very end that the thing he has always been aware of but ignored from the very beginning is that people are losing hope, he just turns away from it since he feels like he like as a person he is couldnt do anything about it along with many other person in the City who just willingly ignore said problem but Carmen is different and willing to make a change so he is drawn to her that much (which kinda like, any other lob characters who joined the lab because of Carmen honestly)

Which then contribute to the cognitive filter and the meaning of Lobotomy Corp itself imo? the sephirah switching back to their robot form as the manager finished their suppression is also symbolize that A has came to finally be able to face the past tragedy born from the the goal he trying to reach rn that he has been avoiding for so long, the meaning of the script wasn't just "everyone does their job so we can seed like we baking a cake recipe" to me imo but also A digging into the repetitive past over and over again to reminded himself who has forgot and to find answer from it as someome who is not you know "himself" and solving his own crisis tbh? And I would like to add that this doesn't mean as in "oh A's plan is actually nice sunshine and rainbow actually" but more on "Lobotomy Corporation's cycle has more personal meaning to the protagonist development himself rather than just heading toward a pre set goal" which isnt like what the game is only about in case someone quote me on "uhm actually the game is about capitalism suck" but still a very huge plot point and theme which somehow A LOT of people tend to miss this specific nuanced which lowkey surprised me a lot ngl?

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YEAH YOU. YOU GET IT

Avoidance is A's ENTIRE whole thing even visually?? like ykno how in practically every single illustration of him he's always standing off somewhere alone and we never see his face.

i didnt even go into the three As of christmas past which is tragic so i love that you brougt em up because you are so right

the script is kinda two-fold in that it is There but also only Angela knows it exists, because what really makes the seed of light is pun possibly intended enlightenment. Which makes it impossible imo to just do it rote, which is why we have Angela doing the thing where she needles everyone into being horrible so A can needle everyone into getting better. It's a whole thing.

BUT that also means any character progression is sincere. They genuienly are moving on and changing and we see them become permanently better and healthier even if they still have problems in lor.

The switch back to robot forms is also suuuper signifcant and big yeah on it symbolizing A moving on, which contributes to the feel i had of "putting ghosts to rest."

i guess my thing abt A being a reactive character can come across as him just heading to a pre set goal but i agree 100% it has a LOT of personal meaning to him e.g again sephirah meltdowns enlightenment coping with his grief

again i just feel it's difficult to really get one coherent reading of this because in the end A does just die and I wonder if maybe it was about lessening his own feelings of guilt and disgust toward himself that he could allow himself to die.

Redemption through death is a trope i dislike typically but lobcorp did it with so much build up and implication i Cannot be mad at them bcuz like as i said in my post where else would A go? what else would he do? everything went to hell in a handbasket much too long ago.

if someone says the games are JUST about capitalism bad i WILL fight them because they are about breaking out of cycles and learning to cope and moving on and trying to exist and live in a world that so vehemently denies happiness

in fact once it was implied that perhaps my own reading of the game was that shallow i made my previous ayin post so yeah. yeah.

anon i am mentally shaking your hand i am rotating your ask in my mind

#Feli gets asked #lobotomy corporation #library of ruina