#send twizzlers

[dalishthunder]

Craving some twizzlers

#odt #send me twizzlers #i don't want to leave the house to go get them

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Not A Verstappen: A New World {4}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: The 2023 season can't all be sunshine and rainbows, not when the Red Bull team look impossible to beat. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, angst, smut WC: 2.7k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine NAV: A New World One || Two || Three || Four || Five

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Miami Grand Prix “Holy shit, those fuckers are fast.” 

Lando barely looked up from where he lay on the bed with his head hanging off the end. He wasn’t interested in what you were doing, he was in a world of his own and wallowing with a bag of rainbow Twizzlers. Charles’ mood wasn’t much better after his 7th place finish, thanks to another famous Ferrari strategy, but he did turn away from his phone for a second to see what you were looking at on your laptop.

You were busy reading the data from the race and watching the replay, trying to find any room for improvement, but it wasn’t looking promising. Your pencil could attest to that as it began falling to pieces from where you chewed on the end of it and you weren’t going to be able to make many more notes with it.

Pausing the video, you grabbed your phone and called Max. “What the hell kind of rocket did Newey build?”

“Hello Max, how are you? I’m great, thanks for asking,” Max huffed, making you roll your eyes.

“I drove perfectly today, and I couldn’t get within 25 seconds of you. I just don’t understand it. Can you send me your data?”

You clenched your teeth at the scoff he made. “You know I can’t do that. And don’t even try the whole ‘but I’m your sister’.”

“But I am your sister, and it’s so humiliating to go from racing for first place to just racing for the bottom step of the podium.” Your hand tightened around your phone and your eyes burned even after screwing them closed. “Please, Max.”

“I can’t,” he said quietly. “But…if you visit P on Wednesday while I’m at the factory the sim might be left in the race set up.”

Charles jumped at the squeal you gave. “Thank you, thank you. You’re my favourite brother again.”

You hung up the phone after a quick goodbye but your smile disappeared at the shake of Lando’s head. “What?”

“Humiliated with third place,” he muttered as he looked to Charles for back up. “Is she serious?”

“I think so, but you know what Max is like when he doesn't win.”

“He throws a tantrum, I’m not throwing a tantrum - I just want to know how to do better. I need to show Red Bull that it should be me in that seat.”

“Okay, and then what? What happens if they offer it to you? You know how toxic that place was, you know how bad it was for your health - how can you want that again?” Lando took your phone and dropped it on the bedside drawer as he knelt beside you. “Answer me.”

“I don’t want the seat,” you corrected him, kneeling so you were eye to eye. “I just want to prove the point.”

“What point is that? Everyone already knows you are the best driver, you’re the World Champion.”

You felt your hands turn to fists at your side as they began to tremble and you were unable to control the outburst that followed. “That it wasn’t the fucking car, Lando! You think I don’t hear them all talking behind my back, saying anyone could have won if they had my car.”

“Woah, let’s just cool down,” Charles interjected with a hand on each of your shoulders. 

“No, Char, I am going out of my mind here. I have had to sit through interviews and read news articles getting absolutely slated by reporters telling me I’m nothing without the Red Bull seat.” You fell back on the pillows and bundled one to your chest as you turned away from your boyfriends. “I know third place is something to celebrate, but this is about more than winning.”

Charles’ hand came to rest on your hip and he gave it a gentle squeeze. “Come on, mamor, let’s go get you some chocolate.”

“I’m not on my period,” you grunted as you shook his hand off you. “Are you trying to be condescending or is this just coming naturally?”

“I was trying to be nice, but you want to act like a spoiled child. Lando, coming?”

You felt them both climb off the bed and felt their absence like a punch to the gut. You clenched the pillow tighter to your chest as silence filled the hotel suite but it didn’t replace them. 

“Fuck,” you swore as you threw the pillow across the room, launching them all one after another as waves of emotions crashed over you. They didn’t like losing either so surely they could understand why you felt the way you did - but obviously they did not. Exhausted from the race, and argument, you collapsed in the middle of the bed and bundled yourself into the blankets, wrapping them tightly around you. Within seconds you were fast asleep, but it wasn’t a restful sleep - not when you were alone.

You felt even more exhausted when you woke to the pre-dawn light filtering through the gap in the curtains. Soft snores sounded beside you and you found Lando and Charles cuddled for warmth since you were still wrapped tighter than a burrito in the blankets. The fact they had returned to you and not one of the other beds in the suite eased something strange in your chest and you knew you had to make it up to them. You didn’t know what came over you, but you had been a bitch to Charles especially.

You carefully laid the blankets over them and closed the door behind you. 

The streets were busy for the early hour and as the sun broke the horizon you wandered aimlessly until a scent caught your attention. You followed the saliva-inducing smell until you reached a large square with a market setting up in the centre of it. Key Lime pies and Cuban sandwiches made your stomach grumble while the fresh fish and stone crabs had the opposite effect.

Shopping bags dug into your wrist as you tried to carry them and balance the extra large pie, but you managed to make it back to the hotel suite without dropping either. Charles was in front of the coffee machine that was warming up with a whirring noise but he moved the instant he saw you walk in.

“Where have you been, chérie?” he asked as he took the Key Lime pie and placed it on the table before helping take the bags of fresh fruit and hot sandwiches too. “I was worried when you weren’t answering your phone.”

“Sorry, I had my hands full.” 

“What is all this?”

You looked at your feet as you shrugged. “This is my ‘I’m sorry for what I said when I was hungry’ apology. I was a bitch and if you want you can totally pie my face.”

“It’s been a long few weeks, you can be forgiven for snapping,” he said softly as he pulled you into his arms, and wiped a dollop of meringue across your cheek. You gasped at the sticky smear running down your cheek and Charles smirked before dipping his head down and licking the sweet topping off. “Now go wake up Lando before there’s no pie left.”

Monaco Grand Prix The cancellation of Imola’s race made for a nice, albeit unexpected, break and you had made the most of it after helping with the clean up. Yuki started it and convinced Pierre to help, who convinced Charles, who convinced Lando. You would have rather slept the rainy week away but it had been quite a heartwarming event in the end - until the silt and mud mess began to reek and you were happy it was time to leave.

“On a scale of one to ten, how much did you stick to your training schedule over the break?” Kristian asked as he keyed data into his iPad.

“Negative three, if I had to guess,” you said with a laugh. “I mean, you shovel dirt for 12 hours a day and survive on a salad. I had carbs, dude, but I would have burned it off too, so relax.”

“But you haven’t and that was two weeks ago,” he frowned, turning the iPad around to show the graph slowly climbing. “What have you been doing since?”

“I went skiing with Charles in Austria and cycled the Pyrenees with Lando so lay off my ass. Fucks sake, man.” 

It was almost time for qualifying to begin but you weren’t able to focus properly as you stormed your way down the line of motorhomes to McLaren. You could hear his music playing before you reached his room and it spilled out into the hall when you opened the door. 

“Hey baby,” he greeted with a smile that dimmed as he saw your mood and he turned the music down, “what’s wrong?”

“Kristian, with a K, pissed me off.” You dropped onto his couch and stretched out before lifting your feet up so Lando could sit down too. He slipped your racing boots off before laying your feet across his lap and pushed the legs of your race suit up your calves so he could give you a little massage. “He practically called me a lazy bitch.”

“I doubt that,” Lando said with a roll of his eyes. “If he actually did, we wouldn't be here talking about it, we’d be getting ice for Charles fist.”

“Okay, wise guy, I might have been paraphrasing…”

He chuckled at the admission and you yawned as the massage began to relax you enough to doze off.

“Sorry, love, it’s time to go,” Lando woke you with a kiss to your cheek and you found you had curled up into a ball while you slept. “We can have a proper nap after quali.”

You ignored Kristian’s presence as you entered the garage and shrugged your race suit up over your shoulders on the walk over to your race engineer. “How’s everything looking?”

“We are running with the setup from FP3 but we will still monitor the rear braking temperatures,” Chris said as he gathered his notebook to take to the pit wall. “It doesn’t look like there should be an issue again.”

You nodded before pulling on your balaclava then helmet and climbing into the car that had been warming up.

“And that will be P2, that is another front row start for tomorrow. Nicely done.”

You grinned inside your helmet as you waved to some of the fans while you finished your cool down lap and asked, “How did Charles and Lando do?”

“Leclerc is P3 and Norris is P10.”

“10? He was doing faster sectors than I was,” you muttered as you remembered seeing the times on the big screens around the track. 

By the time you pulled into the pits you had found out that Charles had impeded Lando on his final flying lap, resulting in the poor time. You knew he wouldn’t have done it on purpose but your stomach sank when you went to Ferrari only to find Charles on his way to the stewards - his forlorn face knowing he was going to get a grid penalty at his home race.

There was hardly any talk around the table that night when you got home. Lando was picking at each single grain of rice with his chopsticks and Charles just stared at his bowl before sighing and pushing it away. 

You silently rose from the table and felt their curious eyes follow you as you disappeared into the bedroom and changed into a racy set of lingerie that still had the tags on. You had bought it as a surprise but never had the chance to wear it, so what better time to test it out then when both men were clearly in need of a distraction. 

You knelt in the middle of the bed after you sent a message to the group chat and waited patiently. There was a quiet vibration of their phones on the table, the scrape of the chair legs over the tile floor, the padding of bare feet through the apartment, and the soft gasps of air they inhaled at the sight.

“Fuck me,” Lando whispered before he drew his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Moi aussi.”

“That is the plan,” you teased, drawing your fingers over the lace trim on your thighs. “But only if you can play nicely with each other. Hmm? I think you should kiss and make up.”

You held out a hand to each one and gave them a tug onto the bed and into each other's path. Their quick reactions stabilised them before they could crash and they shared a chuckle as they settled face to face.

“I’m sorry, amor,” Charles murmured, reaching for the curl that always flopped over Lando’s forehead. “I didn’t mean to ruin your shot.”

“I know, I’m sorry too,” Lando said, equally as soft before he caught Charles open hand and kissed his palm. With apologies over, their eyes turned to you. “Now, baby, where have you been hiding this?”

You winked as you made yourself comfortable on the pillows at the headboard and parted your legs. Their chests filled with a big breath in and a grin grew on their faces until both their dimples showed. “You like them?”

Lando’s head bobbed with his quick nods and he fell onto his forearms as he settled between your legs, his fingers teasing the line of your slit through the crotchless panties. “I like them a lot.”

You snapped your legs closed as he started to inch forward and he looked up with a pout as you warned him. “I said kiss and make up. A proper kiss.” It hurt to deny him, your body screaming at you for denying you both the pleasure of his touch, but you were quickly rewarded when their hands tangled in each other’s hair and their tongues fought for dominance.

An achy throb grew between your legs as they were pushed open by Lando’s shoulders as he fell back beneath Charles’ body. Lando looked quite pleased with himself as he bared his neck for the sloppy kisses Charles was leaving and his eyes rolled up to watch you enjoying the scene yourself. A pained curse tumbled from his lips when you reached for the thin material covering your breasts and pulled them aside to palm them as your hips rocked beneath Lando’s heavy body. 

“Okay, you two are good now,” you breathed as you rolled your nipples between your thumb and forefinger. “I want my kiss.”

Charles peeked up from where he pinned Lando beneath him, the pressure pushing Lando’s nape over your clit and eliciting a moan from you. “I don’t know, ma petite, I kind of like this show you are giving us.”

You teased them further as they shifted to get a better view. Lando turned to watch you too and Charles sat behind him, his hands trailing down Lando’s front as delicately as he played the piano. You waited until his palm rode over the erection tenting his shorts before you grew impatient. 

Two pairs of eyes, one blue and one green, followed your hand intently as you raised it to your lips and swirled your tongue around two digits and they moaned, knowing the feel of your tongue doing the same to their cocks. Their eyes fixated on your fingers as you spread your legs and touched yourself for them, the pleasure quickly spreading as you watched Charles stroking Lando’s length in time to your ministrations.

“Look how wet she is for us, mon cher,” Charles purred as he teased a thumb over Lando’s sensitive tip until he shuddered. “Don’t you want a taste?”

Lando’s lips parted to agree but a needy whine escaped and the sound went straight to your core, your back arching in delight. 

“Please,” you begged your boyfriends, their eyes almost black with lust. “I need more than my fingers.”

Lando whimpered as Charles fist unfurled from his cock but the loss was only momentary when the Monegasque whispered in his ear. “Go on, give her what she needs.”

“What about y-?” Lando asked over his shoulder after he sent his shorts flying off the bed and pressed his erection to your dripping entrance. The words died as he saw Charles eyes following the curve of his spine before settling on the swell of his ass. “Oh.”

Charles chuckled and sent a wink back. “I’ll get what I need.”

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[why-animals-do-the-thing]

To continue the theme of "wtaf is up with that sanctuary that feeds bears Twizzlers and camels Mountain Dew", here's another recent social media post I find rather concerning. Who the heck is giving cheetah - vulnerable animals with a very small population - to a sanctuary that is rabidly, openly anti-zoo and anti-conservation breeding?

The reason this stands out to me so much is that there just like... are not cheetah in sanctuaries in the US. Most cheetah in the US are part of a breeding program, either AZA's SSP or ZAA's AMP - it's not common to find them in even unaccredited zoos, much less newly moved to sanctuaries. Of the 400-some cheetah I found doing the big cat census in 2020, there were less than 10 in facilities that branded themselves as sanctuaries. So where did these cats come from?

What's more, okay, there's no trace of these ladies on social media before now. The Wild Animal Sanctuary is normally very open about their acquisitions, and no facility they've gotten animals from since their last USDA inspection has had cheetah. I haven't heard about any imported cheetah recently either, which is another thing you can check for this facility, because the majority of their rescues are imported from all over the world.

There's another weird thing about this post, too. Look at the language. It's all very "here's a cheetah! they're very happy outdoors in their nice habitat." And if you're not facility with this institution and their messaging, you might not catch why that's odd. This facility emphasizes, in every post they can, that their animals are rescued from horrible no-good very-bad abusive situations. Normally they name and shame if they can, or talk about how they came from the cub petting industry or private exploitation or such. There's none of that in this post, and it stands out because of it - especially because it's the first time these very rare, very charismatic big cats are being shared with their audience.

So where the heck did these cats come from?

Whelp.

Turns out the answer is AZA-accredited zoos. And whew, man, does that raise some questions.

Luckily these girls have some pretty distinctive names, so I was able to find them in the international and regional cheetah studbooks pretty easily. For both cats, the most recent listing in the studbooks was at AZA-accredited zoos in Texas: in 2020 Dahlila was living at Caldwell Zoo, and in 2022 Jaina was at Fossil Rim Wildlife Center.

Now, we don't know for sure that Caldwell and Fossil Rim are the facilities that chose to dump their cheetah in a sanctuary. There's some important context to know about exotic animal ownership and how animals leave AZA SSPs. General practice is that large charismatic mammals aren't bought and sold at AZA zoos, especially SSP animals, so animals sent out to other facilities for breeding or exhibition are moved around on loan. Sometimes their ownership changes with the transfer, but not always - it really depends on the species and how much control each facility wants to have over their animals. On top of that, the ownership of offspring sometimes alternates by litter or individual between the institutions that own the parents. When they're part of a cooperative breeding program none of that matters very much because all the animals are managed as a single population and moved as required for breeding and to fill empty display spaces. Where it's relevant is when an animal is removed from the SSP population - at that point it's totally up to the facility that owns it to choose where they live, as long as they send them somewhere AZA agrees is providing a reasonable standard of care. (This will be important in a little bit.)

So what we can tell from this situation is that Jaina and Dahlila were, for some reason, probably excessioned from the SSP in the last couple years. And whichever AZA facilities owned them decided to send them to The Wild Animal Sanctuary instead of finding a display-only placement at a zoo or safari park or similar facility.

Since I started writing this post, TWAS confirmed the origin of these girls in a Facebook comment.

I have real concerns about what appears to be an emerging trend of exotic animal exhibition facilities using sanctuaries as a "dumping ground" for their elderly or extra animals, in order to prioritize space for breeding or more desirable animals. I can't prove it yet, but there's been just enough weird transfers to have caught my attention. (In some cases, there's a good reason - sometimes all the habitats designed for the physical needs of elderly animals of a certain species already are full, and it's better for them to go somewhere they can exist more easily rather than trying to retrofit their current habitat - but it isn't every case). And here's the thing: many sanctuaries, like TWAS, message about how they have to exist to take all the discards from the zoo industry. In recent years that hasn't really been accurate, and historically, it did happen but not as commonly as it's portrayed. So... if that's true... and it's a bad thing... why are sanctuaries encouraging it by taking the animals zoos are transferring out to free up space? You'd think they'd want to say "find space in your own institutions and only call us if there's a crisis." (Money. The answer is money. Every new intake is used for marketing and drives additional donations.) Heck, why are zoos playing into that narrative, when they're frequently rebutting attacks claiming they discard the animals that aren't useful or aesthetic anymore?

All of this actually makes a lot of sense given how short on space all the AZA SSP programs are. Both in general, and for big cats, there are not enough spaces across accredited zoos to hold all the animals needed for sustainable populations. (This is why AZA just recently re-imagined their SSP programs, which is a whole other complicated mess that I am working on a writeup about). Recent political shifts within AZA corporate leadership have also discouraged collaborations between AZA-accredited zoos and non-AZA facilities, so while 20 years ago it would have been fine to move extraneous / non-breeding cats to smaller unaccredited facilities for display, that's less of an option. Which leaves sanctuaries as kind of the only politically appropriate option. This would also explain why the text of the post is so weird: there's probably a contract in place to prevent using their images to bash zoos.

The problem with sanctuaries as a solution for housing extra animals is, well, the quality of care they provide. If you haven't seen me say it before: sanctuaries are as varied in their expertise and function as zoos. In the case of The Wild Animal Sanctuary (and their other facilities, like the Refuge these cheetah are at) everything I have learned about them indicates that their animal care is highly questionable. Which is a problem, because - as mentioned earlier - AZA-accredited facilities are required to follow a responsible population management policy, which means ensuring that animals they send outside of AZA go somewhere that gives them high-quality care.

TWAS is an organization that prefers to feed big cats at multiple facilities frozen meat puree "frisbees" by chucking them over the fence. They don't have any way to separate co-housed cats to prevent conflict during feeding or resource guarding, because they don't build their enclosures with any sort of shift or lock-out areas. It's also unclear how they remove food waste without a way to shift animals out to go find it. (For bears they drive in on a truck into the habitat and then go on foot to clean, but I don't know if that's done with the big cats once they’ve been released from quarantine pens.

(These are my photos of food in carnivore habitats at TWAS this summer. Given the pest accumulation on the meat frisbee and the fact that I visited early in the day, it seems probable it was at least a day old.)

This is an organization that is ethically against training their animals for any reason: it's literally written into their statement of purpose as a “true sanctuary.” It's also described below, in a recent book published about the facility.

That policy means these cheetahs will not have a recall behavior, will not be trained for medical examinations or as a way to lower stress for procedures, and will not get the mental enrichment and interaction they're used to from regular training sessions. According to the book, medications are delivered on a long spoon / tongs tucked inside the cat equivalent of a pill pocket. (Which anyone with a pet cat knows falls apart as a plan if they're sick enough to not feel hungry).

I'm pretty sure there's no heated shelter for the large carnivores or bears at TWAS. The main shelter for animals at the Sanctuary is single-entrance concrete culverts buried underground far enough they're supposed to maintain a constant temperature all winter.

Sounds nice in theory, but with no second exit animals can get trapped down there, and there's no way to monitor them when they're inside. I don't know what type of shelter the Refuge provides, but it probably isn't much different. Even the quarantine spaces - smaller outdoor kennel-type pens with three exposed mesh panel walls - have no heat, and just an above-ground culvert block for them to curl up in. While cheetah are surprisingly adaptable to cold weather, winters in Colorado can be very harsh for prolonged periods of time.

As far as I know, most of the animals at facilities TWAS runs don't get regularly changed, novel enrichment. I've certainly never seen much in the habitats other than climbing structures when I've visited their main facility over the years, and most of their messaging around “toys” is semi-permanent furniture like giant telephone wire spools or a suspension bridge for climbing. I think some of the bears get balls? The messaging from TWAS is that their animal care is better because it's close to a natural life in the wild. Animals can be animals! When returned to their wild roots, animals shouldn't need anything from humans and are happier that way, etc.

When animals come to the Sanctuary (or the partner facility, the Refuge) they're literally chucked into a big fenced-off piece of land and left out there to "be cats" without human interaction except for feeding time and observations. Which is the polar opposite of what these cheetah are used to! AZA cheetahs, even those that aren't program animals, are intensely managed. They're used to regular human contact, frequent training, and constant enrichment. So what's "normal" for a wild cat is a far cry from what these cheetah girls have always known. That's not better - that's a loss of quality of life.

I don't understand how moving animals to places like TWAS is in line with AZA's Responsible Collection Management policy. I don't understand how AZA facilities think the type of husbandry the facility describes providing is acceptable. If another zoo utilized half the same care practices, they'd be drawn and quartered by their industry peers as well as by the public - and rightfully so. I don't understand why anyone wants to send animals there, based even just on what's easily observable. I don't have more information or really a conclusion, just that’s what's observable from an external vantage point is upsetting as heck and I worry for those cheetah girls.

#big cats #cheetahs #animal welfare #sanctuary politics #zoo industry politics #animal care #AZA #long post #this originally said cheetah are highly endangered which was a fact checking error #updated it to reflect that #bug tw

[rottenaero]

Family video was slow, as it always was on Mondays. Steve’d been stuck on shift by himself, and he passed time by flipping through the same five magazines that have been sitting in the desk drawer since before Robin and him had arrived.

Movies became a-lot less entertaining when you had to watch them 24/7, and you start learning the difference between a good film and a wannabe-camp.

Internally, he winced.

Robin was definitely rubbing off on him. All those days where she sat on the counter beside him, pointing directly at the screen, ranting about how unrealistically the girls are portrayed.

“Whiney and boy-obsessed, Steve!” She yelps. On the screen, Back to The Future is playing, and Marty’s mother is insisting he stay in her room.

He leans forward, onto the counter, and tilts a twizzler towards her. “Pretty sure it’s meant to be hot to people. Like imagining that it’s you she’s saying this shit to.”

“Of course it’s hot! But if it’s my mother then I wouldn’t be hanging around.” She hisses. At the same time Marty runs out of the door.

Instead of an action movie, or romance, he’s got The Parent Trap playing. It’s sweet enough that the occasional parent with a ‘sick’ child wadding behind them doesn’t scream at him for violent or sexual scenes.

The sound isn’t loud enough to disrupt him reading, which he’s thankful for.

The bell rings, and he throws out a, “Welcome to family video, I’m here if you need anything!” Without looking up.

“Harrington!” A familiar voice crows, and he rolls his eyes. Sets his magazine down open on the counter. He eyes Eddie, who has a grin already lining his face.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at school, failing your forth year?” He tuts, no real malice in his voice. Eddie sighs dramatically. “It hurts me that you forget. They let me off the hook! Free graduation baby!”

Steve stands, approaches where the register is, and leans his forearms onto the counter. “And, uh, when was this?”

He gets an unimpressed look. “You were there.”

“Was I?” His voice lilts, and he has to hold back a laugh at Eddie’s furrowed brow.

“You helped me get ready.”

“Does not ring a bell.”

“You talked me down from giving Higgins giving me the finger!”

“Hmm…” Steve hums conspiratorially. “You know, still doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Shithead!” Eddie yelps. A college girl from another aisle, that definitely should be at school, giggles. He sends a little finger wave to her while he speaks. “Munson, you better be glad that it wasn’t a mother.”

“Steve, Stevie, Steven-”

“Not my name.”

“Steven, you remember.” Eddie grins, and the girl starts walking towards them with two tapes in her arms.

“Is this all?” Steve asks with his customer service voice, as he shoos Eddie to the side. The girl smiles sweetly. “Yes, well…Actually I don’t have an account. Don’t you need a number for that?” She asks. Eddie scrunches his nose from the side.

“Yeah, what’s your name?” Steve slides to the create an account, and she spews out her name, and her number. “It already exists.”

“Oh,” Her voice isn’t shocked at all, “Well, how about you keep the digits to yourself? Maybe give me a call?” Eddie backs up, and fake gags out of her view. Steve gives him a glare. “Alright, well, your total is 5.27.”

She hands him the change, lets her fingers brush his before walking out with her discs. As soon as she’s gone, Steve lets his face fall. He rounds on the metalhead.

“Dude!”

Eddie tilts his head, “What’d I do?”

“What if she saw you?”

He sighs, leans onto the counter dramatically. “So I make one little face.”

“Are you going to actually buy anything?” He asks, cutting off the conversation before it just turns into a loop.

“Right, yeah! Where’s the-“ Eddie smirks, eyebrows raised, and rings the service bell before he lifts a hand like he’s using a salt grinder? “-Adult section.”

And that was definitely not salt. His nose scrunches, “Gross dude.”

Eddie shrugs innocently. “We all do it.”

“Robin doesn’t.”

“Robins not a guy.”

He’s about to bring up one of the kids, before pausing.

They’re highschoolers now, he doesn’t know what they do and he frankly doesn’t want to.

“Jonathan?” He suggests.

“Argyle has made a little too many right hand jokes about him for me to believe that.”

“God, whatever,” He sighs, points to the corner, where there’s a bead covered doorway. “Sections over there.”

He gets a salute in response before Eddies practically skipping away.

He’s so fucking weird.

Two people come in by the time he comes back out.

Which means that he was in there for a while.

He’s got three tapes in his hand when he walks back to the countertop, slams them on there. And Steve,

He really tries not to look. Because while some of the films in there are just R-rated, there are still some pornos and he doesn’t really wanna know what Eddie’s into.

But, it’s unfortunately difficult when he’s trying to scan the titles in. Eddies swaying back and forth, hands in pockets as he gets a glance at-

“Rocky Horror?” Dark brown eyes snap to him, and he nods approvingly. “Good choice.”

It doesn’t exactly fit his and Robin’s non-whiney-and-boy-obsessed-women regime, but they both enjoy it. It’s funny enough.

“You’ve- You’ve seen it?” Eddie asks, voice high pitched for a reason he can’t pin point. “Yeah, a couple times.”

“You’re sure you’ve seen this one, and not Rocky wrestler?” Eddie asks again. Steve huffs, “Yes, Janet, Brad, Tim Curry and Rocky.”

A “Huh.” Is muttered as Steve types in the title name to Eddie’s account, and moves onto the next movie. Poor Pretty Eddie, he’d never seen it, and flips it over, reading the description.

“What are you doing?”

Steve’s eyes squint as he nears the end of the paragraph. “Dude this sounds graphic, you seriously watching this with Rocky of all things?”

“I like my variety.” He states, slowly, sounding out every syllable.

Blood Thirsty Butchers is next, and Steve quickly types in the names. “What even are these movies?”

He gets a shrug. “I don’t know, I’ve only seen Rocky. You know,” Eddie smiles, leans over the counter further. “It more fun to watch a new movie with someone.”

Steve hums, “You want Darla’s number? Bet she’d watch it with you.”

“Steven,”

“Not my name!”

“Stephano!”

“Whatever,” He sighs, runs a hand through his coiffed hair. “Sure, I get off at four.”

“Seems a bit early, but whatever. What about work?”

“Ew, dude. Chill out, this is Family Video.”

“Is that why I saw a bunch of pornos back there?”

“Adult section- Just-“ Steve shoves the metalhead lightly off the countertop. “What time do you want to do this?”

An older lady walks in as Eddie talks, “How about five? You buy the pizza, and ring my shit up.”

“Or-“ Steve slides the tapes to him. “-You buy the pizza, I use my employee-free-rental on these.”

“Works for me, it’s a date, Steve.”

He shoos him away as the lady steps into the romcom section, “See you at five, freak.”

Eddie blows a kiss, “Miss you already!”

He shakes his head, grabbing his chair and magazine and dragging them to near the register.

What a weirdo.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things ficlet #steddie ficlet #stranger things #crisisinverted17

[ricky-horrors-whore]

Vinny Mauro Headcanons

Because I love him

I am small please be kind

He will get you to film him doing stupid shit if Ricky's not around (like peeling off his callous then eating it...).

You start to get a little apprehensive when he gets excited and goes "Hey, hey, film me real quick, watch this-" but you do it anyway. Your camera is filled with little clips of him.

Will also take your phone and leave you surprise pics of either goofy ass faces, or little smooch faces and making little hearts with his hands.

Always signs off texts and ends calls saying "I love you" (he says this so much he's such a sweetie I can't guys)

Loves if you make him playlists, or help make him playlists.

He will randomly sending you a playlist he made for you, and it'll either be favorite songs, or sappy songs cause he's trying to be sweet, but then there's be something random as hell like Big 'n' Chunky or Carl Poppa thrown in just to smack you.

Do the same to him and he'll look at you so betrayed before laughing.

Big fan of nicknames, will come up with the goofiest, mushy ones when he's trying to get your attention. It gets worse if you try to ignore him. Pookie? Angel? Gummy Bear? My favorite tree frog? Dragon cookie? just anything until you HAVE to at least side eye him.

Normally just sticks to one though, 'Mama' (@foliosriot killing my sweetly here)

Actually loves when you call him 'Babygirl'.

He will answer to anything you call him, ridiculous anything, but he gets a little giddy smile with that one.

Gets sad when he doesn't get to see you for awhile and just wants you to join him on tour.

Doesn't matter if you have no way whatsoever to be helpful on a multi-month trip.

"Yeah but you make me happy, moral support." with a cheesy grin.

So many jokes. inside jokes. random jokes. He loves making you laugh so much and he's so good at it.

So much to the point he'll turn to you with a look and you can't help but giggle and it annoys everyone else what is this about.

His place is always well stocked with the best snacks, your favorites included.

Will share the best with you, including his ice cream, then try to say he's not playing favorites.

Loves if you feed him snacks while he streams. Like he is not paying attention to anything and you'll just feed him whatever.

He fully trusts you doing this too.

Not long after he said he doesn't like twizzlers "But you look like such a twizzler boy??" "What does that mean?? chat help", a few stream later, you look directly into the camera and start feeding him a twizzler to see the truth.

He munches away mumbling "thanks" and is very confused once he's done and you just say "Liar." while chat's going ballistic.

Loves when you join him on streams, whether you play anything or just hangout with him, he's happy you're there :)

He's pretty private besides his stream knowing you, but talks about you all the time.

His mom knows about you and thinks you sound wonderful, keeps asking about you too and he's happy to talk.

The guys know all about you before you meet any of them. Chris asks you about something that happened to you the other day before you're even introduced.

Vinny is a cuddle bug and your personal teddy bear. He will just come up and wrap his arms around you and snuggle up to you, not PDA shy, he wants cuddles.

If you're sitting or doing something he'll come up behind and press his chest to your back with his arms around you and just contently snuggle up and sigh with a smile resting against you.

Or flop onto your lap and try to demand attention (favorites being playing with his hair, and kisses.)

He runs especially warm! your personal heater coziest of hugs especially when you're cold.

Just walk up to him for a hug and soak in the warmth. He knows you're doing this and just grins and rocks you both back and forth.

For that reason cold temps while sleeping are a must.

Both for cuddling at night and nearly kicking you off the bed.

There is either a hand in your face and Vinny sprawled across the mattress or you're stuck wrapped in his strong arms and occasional snoring beside you for the foreseeable future.

Sleep talker, he just mumbled nonsense in your ear or whatever's happening in his dreams. He also gets talking like that when he's really sleepy especially when he's up far too late gaming and you'll ask what he just said and he tries to recall through brainfog and has no idea.

When he's sad or just feeling down he'll hug your stomach and you pet his hair softly and it's his favorite way to be comforted.

Very playful and goofy but loves tender moments like that.

Strikes me as a guy who would be SO impressed and in awe if you took your bra off without removing your shirt.

You're just chilling together and sick of wearing it and now he's staring at you, not even for tiddies, just WHAT.

Might steal a bra to try it himself when you're not home.

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[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Amber Freeman adores you! (Part 17)

She accidentally stabbed you while she was ghostface

Amber felt so bad that you gave her the silent treatment for a few days

”Baby. I’m sorry”. Amber said to you

You ignored her

While you were in the kitchen pouring yourself a cup of lemon iced tea

Amber immediately hugged you from behind

You flinched at first

“I hate that I hurt you”. Said Amber

You still ignored her

“Baby. Talk to me please. Say something. Anything”. Amber begged you

”What else am I supposed to say??!” You yelled. “You!…”

She immediately stopped hugging you as you walked up on her

She backed up

”You stabbed me in my SHOULDER!” You screamed at Amber

As you walked towards her

Amber backed away from you tripping over a chair in the kitchen

“Baby”. She said to you nervously

She knew you could kick her ass and this time Amber is scared of you

”Don’t hurt me!” Amber said “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to stab you!”

“Then why did you?!” You yelled “You promised you wouldn’t get me involved!!”

“It was…It was….It was an adrenaline rush!” Said Amber

“You hurt me!” You cried

Amber got up and hugged you tight

“Baby trust me when I say I’m sorry. I hate myself for hurting you. Please forgive me”. Said Amber

”No”. You muffled into her chest. “I don’t think I can forgive you right now”. You said

”Please!” Said Amber. “I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll wash your clothes for a week. I’ll sleep on the couch. I’ll make our bed everyday for a month. I’ll do anything”. Amber begged and pleaded.

You looked at her and you smirked

Amber smiled. “What?”

”You’re gonna hate this” You said

”Actually I might love it. But go ahead” She said

“You have to wear a suit and tie for our dinner dates. Take a bath with me every night. And cook dinner for a week for me”. You said

”Babe I like doing all those things. How is that a punishment?” Amber asked

”You have to wear a tie with your suit. And dress shoes”. You said

Amber just looked at you. “What??!!”

You smiled. “You heard me”.

Amber sighed. “Fine but only because I love you”.

Amber adores you so freaking much

She will buy you twizzlers from the grocery store

She knows you love those

She will buy you an iced coffee to surprise you at your job

She knows you work lots of overtime so

Amber will cook for you she knows you love chicken and rice

She will leave little notes on the counter on the bathroom

Saying things like

’You’re so freaking beautiful I wanna cuddle you while you take a shower’

And notes like

’Im gonna send you a dozen roses for you at your job to let you know how much I love you!!’

Amber loves being the big spoon

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[the-bad-batch-baroness]

Okay, okay, okay! I don't know how I missed this this morning! (Yes I do, I was dehydrated and words were hard lol)

But! For your event~

Jesse, 300 words, SFW or Spicy (I know how finicky plot bunnies can be, lol) and "When was the last time you ate?" With a fem!reader. Pretty please?

❤️ - @vodika-vibes

Hunger

Jesse x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Jesse x Fem!Reader

Tags & Warnings: suggestive themes, food issues, food play kink if you squint reallyyyyyyyy hard

Word Count: 300

Author's Note: Vod'ika my love 🥺 Thank you so much for participating and sending in such a great ask! Technically, prompt #3 was slept, not ate, but the idea I had was too good to pass up, so I rolled with it 🥰 This one made me feel a little 🥵 Not gonna lie. So, please enjoy 💚

It was a long day at work, and you are happy to finally be home so you can shower and have a well-deserved nap. However, only moments after your apartment door shuts behind you, you are greeted by a perturbed Jesse. Oh no. You’re not sure what has his feathers ruffled, but he’s making that scrunchy face, so it can’t be good.

Jesse sits down in the chair, propping his legs up on the table, fingers interlaced behind his head as he leans back. He glares at you from across the room. You know it’s coming, at least you know something is coming. You haven’t been home for more than ten seconds and he’s ready to grill you like he’s a detective in the Coruscant Guard.

Jesse raises a suspicious eyebrow. “When was the last time you ate?”

Oh, that. You fidget with your fingers. “I had a twizzler two hours ago,” you answer.

“That’s not food,” he says.

“Technically, it is,” you argue.

“Technically, it’s not,” he retorts. 

You sigh. “I’m not hungry.”

“I need you to eat,” he says.

“What do you want me to eat?” you ask.

“Anything,” he says.

A devilish thought crosses your mind and you smirk at him. “Anything?”

“Food!” he adds when he catches your drift. “Anything that’s food!”

“Killjoy,” you pout.

Jesse takes a deep breath to compose himself. He swings his legs off the table and walks over to you, leaving no gap between your bodies. He trails the back of his fingers down your cheek in a soft caress, ending his journey by grabbing your chin, forcing you to look at him. His lips are barely a breath away from yours, but still too far to touch.

“What if I feed you?” he whispers. “What if eating could be… pleasurable?”

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[rainisawriter]

Little Starfish – Floyd (PSF #23)

PSF Ficography | H&F Flash Ficography

Genre: Fluff, soulmate au

Prompt: Trinket (@flufftober) / Never have I ever… taken a bike ride through the woods (@slumberpartybingo Fall Flash)

Word Count: 3,315

Pairing: Reader x Floyd

World: Twisted Wonderland

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You groaned, letting your head fall back to stare up at the ceiling of your classroom. It was lunchtime so most of the students had retreated to the cafeteria but your head was hurting too bad to deal with the noise.

Kazu, your childhood best friend and fellow degenerate, entered the room with an armful of snacks and drinks. He made a beeline for your desk, dropping off his haul onto it before sitting the wrong way at the desk in front of you.

“I managed to get some goodies today. Look at this!” He grabbed a bag of combos, waving them at you frantically. “Every single time, they’re out of combos because of Billy in class C. Today, I finally beat him!”

You scoffed, sending him a look as you grabbed your favorite drink. “Only because he’s not here today.”

“Hey!” He pointed a finger at you, his ring glinting under the bright lights of the class. “A win is a win, no matter the circumstances.”

“Uh huh, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night, my guy.” You leaned forward, scanning the pile of snacks for something that looked appetizing. You would have preferred to get lunch from the cafeteria, but they didn’t allow you to take food out of the room, much to your annoyance. 

“By the way,” he popped a twizzler into his mouth, talking as he chewed. “Did you hear that they finally reopened the Coral Cove trail?”

“Yeah?” You quirked a brow, your interest peaked as soon as you heard the name. “Did they catch the murderer?”

“Nope. Dad says they’re still completely clueless,” his nose wrinkled in annoyance. “It’s been months, they can’t keep the case open forever.”

“Isn’t it against police code or something to talk about cases outside the force?” you wondered, snatching the pizza-flavored combos before he could.

“Oi, those are mine!”

“Says who?”

“Says me!” he scowled, smacking his hand on the desk.

For a moment, the two of you just stared each other down, daring the other to give in. His eye twitched and you grinned, slowly leaning forward. Finally, he broke.

“Damn it, fine! Don’t say I never do anything for you.”

“Sure, sure.”

“Anyway, do you wanna hit the trail this weekend? We haven’t been allowed to ride there in ages and it’s not like we have Halloween plans.”

“Bold of you to assume I have no plans.”

His eyes widened as he sat up straight. “What? Did you get invited to something?!”

You snickered, turning your gaze to the window. Despite being nearly one in the afternoon, the sky was covered with grey clouds, the sun nowhere in sight. 

It truly did feel as if an age had passed since you were last on the trail. After a bird watcher spied a body floating in the lake, the cops completely cordoned off the lake, the trail, and the surrounding forest. It seemed a bit overkill to you, especially since there were always cops guarding the area.

You and Kazu had been caught sneaking in a handful of times when they first closed it off. It was a shame because the trail was quiet and peaceful, usually devoid of other people. Growing up, the two of you spent more time there than at home.

“Oi~” Kazu pouted, resting his upper body against the desk, pushing the snacks closer to you. “Answer me.”

“No, I didn’t get invited to anything. I’m as big a loser as you are.”

“Good,” he nodded, seemingly satisfied. 

“Wait for it,” you whispered to yourself, watching as realization flashed across his face.

“Hey, I’m not a loser!”

You just laughed, leaning back in your chair.

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The day of Halloween was cloudy and grey, rain falling from the sky as a fine mist. The wind was strong and chilly, something you thoroughly enjoyed. Most people didn’t want a rainy Halloween but, for you, it was perfect.

You threw your leg over the bike, stifling a yawn as you started down the quiet street. Most of the people in your neighborhood were older couples, so only a couple of houses had Halloween decorations up. It honestly hurt your soul, though you couldn’t judge – there were none up at your house, either. Not because you couldn’t be bothered but because you didn’t have the money to spare.

Kazu was waiting at the start of the trail, taking shelter under the seating area on the right side of the parking lot. When he noticed you approaching, he stopped sipping on his Kool-Aid Jammer to scowl at you. “What the hell took you so long?”

“I was enjoying the rain,” you shrugged, coming to a stop in front of the seating area.

“Your love of rain is bordering on unhealthy.”

“Your love of Kool-Aid Jammers is, too.”

“Hey! It’s a delicious drink for all ages.”

“Keep telling yourself that. Let’s go!” You started to bike down the dirt trail, tall pine trees towering over you on either side. Despite being autumn, the needles of these trees didn’t change color, remaining a rich dark green. It was a shame, really, because it made it feel less like Halloween.

“Move it, granny!” Kazu grinned, racing past you, his legs pumping as if he were being chased by Satan himself. 

You rolled your eyes at him, continuing your leisurely pace down the path. You just wanted to take in the nature around you since it had been so long since you were last here. The trees blocked most of the rain, though every minute or so a large drop would hit the top of your head. 

After about fifteen minutes, the path started to veer toward the left, right up against the side of the lake before following around its length. As you started to ride beside the water, you caught sight of something glinting just beneath the surface.

“Oi, Kazu -” you turned toward your best friend, only to find him halfway to the other side of the lake already. Shaking your head, you climbed off your bike, resting it against a thick tree just off the path. It was doubtful that anyone else would be riding by, but better safe than sorry, you supposed.

You squatted down at the water’s edge, squinting your eyes to try and make out what the object was. It appeared to be a necklace of some sort, with a round pendant stuck in the dirt. You reached out for it, hand sinking into the ice-cold water, but the tips of your fingers just barely scraped it.

You should have just given up and returned to your bike ride, but something was compelling you, whispering to you. You needed that trinket. Shifting onto your knees, your palm pressed into the dirt, water coming up to your elbow and lapping against the t-shirt you wore. You stretched your body as far as you could, reaching desperately for the metal chain.

The dirt gave way beneath you and you cried out as you fell face-first into the cold water, fingers curling around the chain and yanking it free from the dirt. The pendant sent a ripple through the water before it started to glow a bright blue, forcing you to close your eyes. There was a sudden yanking sensation, as if you were being sucked into a drain or something.

When the light faded and you opened your eyes again, you were surrounded by inky darkness so thick that you could barely see your hand in front of your face. You glanced upward but couldn’t see the surface of the water.

Your need for air was growing so you started to swim upward, sure that it couldn’t be that far off. The lake was only about twenty-five feet deep at its deepest section and you had been right at the edge and yet… no matter how far you swam, the surface never came.

Your heart was racing in your chest as your lungs started to burn, desperate for air. You were trying not to panic, knowing it would only make things worse, but what other options did you have?

A long shadow darted through the water to your left and your head snapped toward it, eyes frantically searching for the source but it was too dark. Was your mind playing tricks on you? You whipped around when you caught sight of it again, this time behind you but again, there was nothing there.

Panic was beginning to rise because you knew you couldn’t hold your breath much longer, plus there was now something circling you, most likely waiting for you to run out of air so it could strike.

A pair of strong arms slithered around your waist, a firm chest pressing against your back. Lips pressed against your ear, voice amused as it spoke to you as if you weren’t underwater. “What do we have here? A lost little starfish~”

A man appeared in front of you, a frown on his face. His skin was blue-green in tone and he was covered in scales, the lower half of his body fading into an eel-like tail. Your wide eyes met his mismatched ones, lips parting in shock. This was a poor choice on your end as water invaded your lungs.

Your body tensed, hands grasping at your throat.

“Huh? What’s wrong, little starfish?”

“I believe they’ve run out of air, Floyd,” stated the male before you, bringing a hand to his chin.

“Oh, right,” giggled Floyd. His clawed hand gripped your chin, turning your face toward him before his lips pressed against your own.

Your body stiffened in shock and you wanted to push him away, but he was providing you with much-needed air so you refrained. It helped that his lips were plush and soft against your own, feeling as if they were made just for you. He felt it, too, becoming intoxicated by the way you felt against him. He gripped you tighter, tilting his head to the side and swiping his rough tongue across your bottom lip.

Jade frowned as he observed his twin, realizing that the taller of the two had just imprinted on you, claiming you as his soulmate without even realizing it. This concerned him for multiple reasons, the biggest of which being the fact that neither of them knew who you were. He couldn’t prove it, but there was a voice at the back of his mind saying that you didn’t belong in this world.

You shoved at his shoulder, trying to push him away but he was like a stone wall, unmovable. When you tried to pull away, he followed you, tail swishing back and forth in the water. Since neither was working, you did the next best thing – you bit down hard on his bottom lip, making him whine in pain and pull away, blood staining the water red.

“That wasn’t very nice, little starfish,” he scowled, eyes narrowed at you. “Don’t make me squeeze ya!” As if to prove his point, he increased his grip to an almost painful degree before lessening his hold.

You wanted to yell at him, to tell him to let you go, but you couldn’t speak underwater like he could. Instead, you clenched your fists and started to kick and punch him, eyes narrowed to try and communicate how angry you felt.

“Stop it,” he scowled, grabbing hold of your wrists so you’d stop hitting him. In response, you leaned forward and bit his slender wrist, tasting blood and saltwater on your tongue. He hissed in pain, jerking back from you and loosening his grip enough so you could slip away.

You turned, trying to swim away and up toward the surface, desperate to find air and safety. In the blink of an eye, he had swam past you, coming to a stop directly in front of you with narrowed eyes and a scowl on his lips. 

“You’re gonna drown, little starfish,” he pouted, reaching out for you again but you flailed wildly, trying to put some distance between the two of you. He moved easily through the water but you were awkward, barely moving at all.

You knew he was right. The need for air was growing again, your head feeling light and your vision blurring. Like it or not, he was your only chance at survival and he knew it.

Floyd grinned, showing off his sharp teeth. He held out his hand to you and you glanced nervously at his sharp nails. “Do you want me to save you, little starfish?”

You quickly nodded, squeezing your eyes shut tightly, lungs burning. A strangled sound left you and he quickly closed the distance, his lips finding yours again, filling your lungs with air that you accepted greedily. His tail shifted into the water, propelling both of you upward at a rapid pace. He passed twice the distance you had in just a few seconds.

You felt yourself break through the surface and you gasped loudly, sulking in air greedily as you coughed and sputtered. Rain was falling steadily from the grey sky above, creating tiny ripples on the surface of the water.

Floyd watched you closely, head tilted to the side and a grin on his lips. He couldn’t explain why, but he felt protective over you. 

More than anything, he just wanted to be close to you. He shifted closer and you quickly moved backward, eyes wide. Seeing the fear in your eyes made him frown, hurt and annoyance swirling in his gut. He had just saved your life, why were you acting scared of him?

“What… what are you?” you breathed out, eyes flickering to Jade when he broke the surface behind his twin.

“We’re eels, silly little starfish,” giggled Floyd, his tail breaking the surface of the water before sinking back under with a splash.

“E-Eels?!”

Though Jade couldn’t be sure that you weren’t from this world, he decided to bluff it and ask if he knew it to be a fact. “Do people like us not exist where you’re from?”

You quickly shook your head no and he hummed in interest.

Floyd frowned, glancing between the two of you. “Whatcha mean, Jade?”

“Your little starfish is from another world. One without magic, correct?”

You nodded, looking between the two. Your eyes were filled with confusion, a twinge of fear, and you looked exhausted.

“Come, we must get your starfish to land.” Jade swam past you with ease, dipping his head beneath the water.

Floyd swam closer to you with a grin. “Get on my back, little starfish~”

You hesitated, glancing around but you could see nothing but water. You had no choice so you slowly got behind him, your chest against his back and arms loosely around his neck.

“You gotta hold me tighter than that or you’ll fall off!” His fingers wrapped around your arms, tugging them tighter around his neck. “Hang on tight, okay?”

“Y-Yeah,” you replied shakily, swallowing hard as he shifted beneath you, his body easily sliding through the water. Though he hated swimming slowly, he knew you were already scared so he refrained from going too fast.

You felt relief wash over you when land finally came into sight and you relaxed against him, closing your eyes. A smile came to his lips when he felt the tension leaving your body. All he wanted to do was hold you tightly, to bury his face in your neck and mark you as his.

When he finally reached land, you slid off his back and pulled yourself up, the cold wind making you shiver. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to find some warmth but since you were soaked to the bone, it did little to help.

Floyd frowned, pulling himself up onto the earth with his tail still in the water. He held his arms open, motioning for you to come closer with his hands. “Come here, little starfish.” 

You crawled over to him, teeth chattering. You honestly didn’t expect much warmth from him at all because he had felt cold under the water, but now that he was on land, his body was a bit warmer. You clung to his scaly body, trying to soak up what little bit of warmth he offered. 

Floyd held you tightly, a frown on his lips as you trembled against him. “Hurry up, Jade.”

The shorter twin stepped out from behind a tree, in human form and dressed in his NRC uniform. “Don’t be so impatient, Floyd.”

Floyd cupped your cheek with one hand, nuzzling his nose against the other. “I’ll be right back, little starfish.”

Confused, you watched him slip back in the water. Your eyes fell on Jade, brow furrowed. “How did you… you can change your form?”

“This is my human form,” he explained, eyes landing on a cluster of mushrooms at the base of a tree. He squatted down to inspect them, humming softly. “With the help of a potion, we are able to exist on land with very little trouble.”

Floyd burst out from behind the tree, his uniform messy and half-heartedly thrown on his body. He, too, was in human form, a grin on his lips as he rushed over to you. The air was knocked from your lungs when his body crashed into your own, arms tight around your body.

You wanted to complain, but he was so much warmed now and you found yourself leaning into him, much to his delight. He placed his jacket around your shoulders before returning his hold to your waist, face buried in the crook of your neck.

“Floyd,” said Jade sternly, sending his brother a look. “We should return to Night Raven.”

“I don’t wanna,” he muttered, lips brushing against your skin when he spoke. You were glad that you were already trembling because the action brought goosebumps to your skin.

“Do you want your little starfish to get sick?” Jade quirked a brow, holding back a smirk when his brother’s shoulders fell. He chose not to mention that NRC was probably the only way you were gonna be returned home.

“Fine~” He pulled away, bringing you to your feet with ease. “Ne, little starfish?”

You offered him your name and he tested it out before wrinkling his nose and shaking his head.

“No, you’re my little starfish!” He pouted, resting his forehead against your own. “Promise me you won’t ever leave me. If you do, I’ll squeeze ya!”

You didn’t know what that meant and you really didn’t want to find out so you hesitantly nodded. The bright smile that took over his face after this surprised you. He grabbed your hand and started to run through the woods, giggling like a boy on Christmas morning.

Despite your current situation, his carefree laughter brought a smile to your face and you soon found yourself laughing along, your worries temporarily forgotten. 

Jade sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. This whole situation was quite messy and he knew Floyd wasn’t going to take it well when it was time for you to return to your own world. He was the last person that Jade would have expected to imprint on someone, especially upon just meeting them.

Of all the people to be his soulmate, why was it someone from a different world? It made no sense to Jade. He started to follow the two of you when something caught his eye, glowing softly among the grass. Curiously, he leaned down to pick it up, eyes widening when he realized what it was.

What was the Jewel of Mamoten doing there? His eyes narrowed at you, a feeling of worry settling in his gut. It was no coincidence that both you and the trinket had appeared at the same time, he knew. This might get more annoying than he had originally thought.

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[canonicallysoulmates]

J2 Gold Panel DC Con 2023

To start off the panel Jared notices that a fan's shirt says the only thing they're putting jeans and boots on for this weekend is food, whiskey, and Jensen Ackles, and he says he takes his jeans off for Jensen...sir in front of everyone 👀

First question comes from a fan who got them candy but Jensen throws Jared's so Jared has to go get them 😆 For anyone confused this is because the fan got Jared Twizzlers since he said he liked them at the last con but Jensen doesn't like them and prefers red vines.

What snacks do they eat when watching the football game?

Jensen answers chips and salsa.

Jared says he has a funny story, when they worked together they did an ep about a lucky penny, and one Sunday Tom Welling who was still doing Smallville went over and they did a BBQ, and Tom brought some family salad recipe that had Doritos in it and some maui ribs and some other stuff, so they eat then a couple days later Jared comes home late from work or something and he's a little hungry so he goes to the fridge and sees the Maui ribs that Tom had brought over. He snacked on them, went to bed, and didn't realize until the next morning that the ribs had been raw. I literally screamed when he said this, as y'all can guess he was dog sick.

And Jensen says the problem is that Jared didn't realize they were uncooked until he asked him about them! They lived together at the time so Jensen got home looking for the ribs cause he wanted to cook them and when he asked Jared about them Jared replied he ate them well he knows Jared and he knows he isn't going to fire up the grill when he's hungry he just eats but he still asks how he cooked them, and that's when Jared tells him he didn't cook them he just ate them.

How do you make a mistake like this??? 😭

So, poor Jared is sick as a dog, and the next day they're filming in Squamish, the whole ride there he's trying not to throw up. He gets there, they look at him, and send him to his trailer. Then they call a nurse to give him a shot of vitamin B and some other stuff so most of the coverage of them when they're in the booth talking to each other when Jensen is talking it's not to him he was in his trailer for like 8hrs throwing up and with diarrhea.

Jensen says he was like "I don't want him projectile vomiting unto me, get him out off here and get a stand in and put a wig on the guy."

Then he jokes that he realized how much better the experience is so for the next 8 seasons he didn't work with the guy and Jared quips but they still lived together. x

Something interesting is that Jensen says they were roommates for all of s4, but Jared says 5 as well and Jensen's like no, it was only one season but that if Jared wants to stretch it into 2 that's fine and Jared goes 4 to 12. Like seasons 4 to 12. And I just find it a very interesting exchange especially Jared's reaction when Jensen tries to deny that they lived together for more than one season he throws his hands up and goes 'fine, fine' like how one does when you know someone is lying about something or remembering incorrectly but you're not gonna argue with them about it.

If they could give each other stripper or porn names what would they be?

Jensen and I had the same confusion cause we both thought this person was saying board games 🤣

Jensen first understood board games, then it was porn games and he was like who ordered an extra sausage on their pizza to which Jared raises his hand and Jensen goes "it's a spicy meatball" and Jared replies "two of them". 😂

Jared says Moosetacular has a certain je ne sais quoi and Jensen says Mooseknuckle. Jensen asks if there isn't a certain formula to figure out your porn name and the fans give different answers but Jared says they're doing the name of their first pet and the name of the street they grew up on so he is Booty Montclair. That's actually fantastic. And Jensen is Pudgy Midway. x

Did Jared ever get his knee fixed?

Jared says no but he's there and loving it. He's treating it with physical therapy and rehabbing it. Jensen says Jared is learning to live with it much like he did with him. And can I just say he does not look happy he even kind of cuts Jared off when he's finishing answering the question and picks out the next fan to ask something. I think he wishes Jared would take care of it which is understandable, he's probably worried about him, but I gotta say I understand where Jared is coming from for not having the surgery sometimes the remedy is worse than the sickness. x

Is cereal a soup?

Jared says no. Jensen says technically yeah, it's just grain soup, or multigrain soup.

Jared says that you cook soup but the crowd points out gazpacho which is an uncooked, cold soup.

Jensen says he doesn't know if there are milk-based soups, there is cream sometimes in soup but it's traditionally in a broth base, there has to be some sort of broth but someone mentions clam chowder and that has a cream base so Jensen says the fan is right.

Jared asks the fan what they think and they say it is a soup like a hot dog is a sandwich and that's when he loses the crowd and also Jensen who says no. And Jared pats Jensen's chest to calm him down. x

How often do they think about the Roman Empire?

They both know they're being asked this for a reason but Jared doesn't know what the reason is, Jensen does because he had been asked this the previous night for the first time. He answers several times a week. But he hadn't thought about that until he was asked.

Jared says he doesn't think about it unless maybe if he's in Rome but Jeensen tells him to think about all the things that he does think about that are related to the Roman empire so he might not even realize that he's thinking about it.

For context, the reason they were asked about this is because it's a TikTok trend right now to ask men how often they think about the Roman Empire because apparently, men think about the Roman Empire a lot. x

Have they ever been star-struck meeting another celeb?

Jensen says Jared is a big fan of Pearl Jam, and they went to a charity concert where the lead singer of the band, Eddie Vedder was performing and they got the chance to meet him, after he played, in a very intimate setting probably no more than the people in the room at that moment. So they walk up and someone introduces them, and Jared just stiffens up and Jensen's trying to play it cool, and Eddie in true rock and roll fashion is smoking a cigarette. Jared, who does not smoke, asks if he can get a drag of the cigarette, Jensen just turns to look at him, and Eddie slowly hands him the cigarette so Jared grabs it out of his hand, takes a puff of the cigarette, coughs, and goes to hand it back and Eddie goes "you keep it" so Jensen told him it was nice to meet him, walked Jared to the parking lot and they left.

Jared says he left, went home and flew back to Van at like 6am and was like "I always wish I wouldn't act like that" x

If there were a movie made about their lives who would they want playing them?

Jensen jokes Barry Watson would play Jared. Jared shares the story about how one time Sandy was flying from LA to go visit him in Van and the guy she was sitting next to asked what she was traveling for, she said she was going to visit her boyfriend, guy asked what the boyfriend does she tells him he's filming a show called Supernatural that just started, and the guy says he has seen it and asks if her boyfriend is the short one or the one from 7th Heaven. He thought Jared was Barry Watson.

Jensen goes Meryl Streep cause she can do anything.

Jared says Meryl Streep and Daniel Day-Lewis could play Jensen better than Jensen. x

Next fan challenges Jensen to rock, paper, scissors.

Jensen wins with scissors. x

What is a sports moment they wish they could go back and change or are still mad about?

Jensen says he has two. First, when he was in the 9th-grade basketball team there was a very important game and they needed a win. He stole the ball and had a breakaway layup on the other end, he thought he was gonna be king of the school but he airballed it which means he missed the shot. He wishes he could take that back. The second moment was in his senior year he was on the baseball team and he was batting against a guy who went on to have a very long career in the major leagues. The guy was Kerry Wood, he's a pitcher and he was throwing 90 mph as an 18-year-old.

So they have a runner on first and he looks down the third base coach to get his signal cause they give him a signal on what to do and basically through signals they told him he was gonna send the runner to steal second but they needed him to swing away to rob the catcher from throwing him out on second base so he was supposed to swing the ball but Wood's threw a 90+ mph fastball that he never saw. The runner got thrown out on second base, Jensen struck out, and the coach was not happy.

Jared says he thinks it says something about them that they don't remember game-winning goals cause what he remembers is when he was like 11 or 12yrs old- if you get fouled in basketball while shooting you get two shots but sometimes the foul count is at like 8 and you get a foul dribbling which means you get a one-one so you get the first shot and you can get a second shot so he got a one-one and shot the free throw and missed which meant the ball was still in play. But everybody is standing around waiting for him to make the second shot which he wasn't entitled to but he realizes nobody was aware the ball was still in play so he tells his team mate who the ball had bounced over to to pass it to him and he drives straight down the lane and he missed the layup so the other team got the score.

As somebody who knows nothing about sports this was very confusing.

Also, Jensen was trying to ask Jared a question about this and Jared wasn't understanding so Jensen just slaps his arm to get his attention. x

And that was the Gold panel! Real quickly I want to mention that according to the fan who recorded this panel Jensen was checking up on Jared prior to going on the stage to make sure he was okay because this is a very emotional con.

For those who may still not know Krista, also known as Kreespa, who has provided the fandom with wonderful panel recordings over the years was sadly diagnosed with terminal cancer and this was the last convention she was attending so it was dedicated to her. That's why you'll see them wearing a green shirt that says Kristacon on it.

J2 Gold Panel DC Con

#after 100yrs here it finally is the j2 gold panel post for dc! #main panel post should be up in a couple of hours #j2 tinhat #mine #noniwtv

[beskarandaurelac]

Late Night Candies

Summary: being Dieter's manager hasn't always been easy. Even now that he seems to have put his life back together, he still hasn't lost certain habits - like knocking at your door in the middle of the night.

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x reader (eventually, past)

Warnings: mentions of past addiction, language, Dieter's fashion sense, food and diet mention. If I missed anything, send me an ask!

A/N: thank you to @raspberrymama for the beta - and, as always, comments and reblogs are encouraged and appreciated!

Until ten minutes ago, you were fast asleep, curled up under your light cotton sheet in your perfectly conditioned bedroom, without a single care in the world. You certainly couldn’t imagine that your phone would start buzzing in the middle of the night, and you didn’t expect that, after that particular disturbance finally stopped, your goddamn doorbell would replace it.

Barefoot, you flew down the stairs, grabbed the first thing you could from the stand next to the door, and, with a voice shakier and drowsier than you wanted, called out for whoever stood on the other side of your entrance door.

“It’s me,” came the useful answer in a fastidiously familiar voice.

Your shoulders relaxed and the hold around the stick eased. You swung the door open, which brought you right here and now, facing the only person you know who thinks that showing on someone’s doorstep in the middle of the night is a totally acceptable way of keeping in touch.

“What the hell, Dieter?”

“What?” he asks, fishing a handful from the bag of gummy worms he’s holding, before tilting it towards you. “Worm?”

He stands there, placidly chewing, staring at you and clearly not managing to understand what’s the problem. It’s not like he showed up in the middle of the night, dragged you out of bed and he’s now standing there in polka dot pants, a t-shirt that has seen better days around ten years ago and something that looks like the lovechild of a bathrobe and a haori. To him, it’s not like something any person in his right mind would very much avoid doing.

“For fuck’s sake,” you grumble, trying to glare at him and stifle a yawn at the same time.

“Nice weapon, by the way,” he tells you with a grin, hinting with his chin at the first thing you found to defend yourself from ill-intentioned strangers. “You thought I was a rain cloud or something?”

“First, your jokes are lame. You could have asked me who owns this in LA. Second, this is a crowd’s favourite,” you reply, before placing your yellow umbrella with a rubber duck on the handle back in its stand. “I suppose you want to come in?”

“Well, we’re a long way from my place,” he points out, chewing with purpose on a purple worm.

“You could have not driven all the way here at…” you glance at the wall clock on top of your door, then let out a groan. “2:27 in the morning.”

“Not directly,” Dieter points out. “I stopped to buy the worms. And M&Ms, and Twizzlers, and that disgusting strawberry soda you like.”

He came bearing gifts. Which means he came there for something, if you know him well - and, by now, you do. You didn’t manage him for the past six years without learning anything about him.

“Get in,” you invite him inside with a wave of your hand, knowing it’d be pointless to try to shoo him off.

You head back inside, giving him all the time he needs to gather the candies from his car and follow you inside. Your mind races as you try to run a quick check. He wasn’t wearing his sunglasses, but your porch light was too dim for you to make out his eyes, nor did he come close enough for you to smell anything. Which is only part of the reason why you head to the living room.

You’re still ruminating your darker thoughts and contemplating all the worst options when Dieter joins you. He shuffles about in his Crocs, dumping a large reusable bag on your coffee table. He offers you a bright smile, and points at the bag. “I found the brownie ones,” he declares in a proud tone, as if he pulled them off the factory belt by himself.

“Yeah, thanks,” you mumble, thoughtful. Then, you look up at him, an uncomfortable tightness encasing your chest, anticipation and a tinge of apprehension rising. “Dee…”

“There’s no need to ask. I’m sober,” he precedes your question in a reassuring tone.

Your lips curve in an awkward smile and you nod, looking away from him. You shouldn’t doubt him, but finding a balance between holding him accountable, worrying for him and giving him the amount of trust he needs to stay clear of temptations still isn’t the easiest thing for you. You’re happy he cleaned up, and this time seems different, but you know better than relying just on his self-control. That mindset has caused quite a few disasters in the past.

“I’m sorry. It’s just-”

“Nothing to be sorry about, sweetcheeks. I haven’t always been the example I am now,” he jokes, huffing a chuckle through his nose and rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.

“About that, what’s with the junk food? Shouldn’t you get all lean and pumped for that new role?” you tease him, grabbing an extra large string of candy and bringing it to your mouth. You chew loudly as you look at him.

“Eh. They gave me both a personal trainer and a body double. I’m getting mixed signals,” he explains, sinking in your sofa and patting the free cushion next to him. “Besides, I’m too handsome to care.”

“They gave you a personal trainer because I reassured them you’d train for the action sequences, at least. You really should exercise,” you insist, grabbing a mouthful of M&Ms and tilting back your head as you stuff your mouth. You release a soft hum as the chocolate shell melts and reveals the brownie-flavoured stuffing, and Dieter tilts his head with an undecipherable expression.

“Fine! I’ll call him tomorrow. He’d better not be one of those types,” he complains preemptively, giving you a sideway glance.

“Dee, he earns his living by making lazy, self-indulgent actors look good enough for Hollywood. What do you expect him to be?” you remind him, wondering why you just didn’t dump him when he kept appearing on the wrong tabloids, invariably for the worst reasons. It would have made your life so much simpler, and you could be sleeping right now, instead of trying to appease his fussy mood.

“You’re killing me,” Dieter complains, going limp in the seat next to you. “I’m not built for that kind of stuff, and he’s going to make me do all those things I hate.”

“Exercises?” you offer, arching an eyebrow and trying to ignore the whiff of cologne that just hit your nostrils, causing your focus to waver a little.

“That, and other stuff, like… keeping a log of what I eat and whatnot,” he laments, reaching out to grab some more gummy worms. “I don’t wanna write that down. I wanna pin important things, like art, or poetry!”

“Yes, yes, you’re a great artistic soul, got it. Like we didn’t get the resort’s wall to repaint,” you cut him off before he can go on one of his rants about art making life worth living. You agree with him, mostly. But art has never woken you up on a Tuesday night. The art and the artists have to be kept separated to make sure you can enjoy at least one. “Dee, I gotta work tomorrow,” you point out, knowing that it’s just the start of your usual dance.

“I say you don’t. And as your boss-”

“You’re one of my clients,” you correct him.

“You’re keeping an eye on me and doing such a good job! What else can you do tomorrow?”

“Let’s see. For instance, I can meet your agent to discuss what your future personal assistant will have to do. And then I may see if the Academy can give us more time for that video for the museum, given that this week you’re all booked, because you cannot say no to anything,” you scold him, trying not to think about the mountain of calls and empty pleasantries you’ll have to endure when day comes.

“A personal assistant? Why?” Dieter asks, having caught that. “I don’t need one.”

“You didn’t need one because I used to do all of this for you. After the Oscar I can’t keep up with you and manage my other clients,” you explain. “So… yeah, you do.”

“Well, then dump the other clients!” Dieter demands, sinking back in your couch, pouting like a discontented kid.

“What? I’m great at my job,” you remind him, trying not to let his temper get in the way of a civil conversation. “I managed to keep you working when you weren’t exactly at your best, and Laura and I found you better gigs. You made it to the top, and I want another challenge, now. Like getting new names on large bills,” you joke, trying to assess how serious the damage was.

“I don’t like the idea of sharing you,” Dieter gripes. You see his fingers twitching a little as he grabs more candy. The air gets heavier, and you know you’re approaching the dangerous territory of your personal relationship.

“I adore you,” you begin, hoping to blandish him. “You know this. And you’re special to me, but… you’re just one of my clients.”

“Funny thing to say to someone who’s sitting on your couch in the middle of the night,” he fires back, crossing his arms on his chest and grinning at you like he just won the argument.

“I didn’t recall inviting you,” you reply in a flat tone, making an effort not to snap.

“What if I paid you more? Enough to make you drop the other clients” he offers, hopeful. “You know I can. Hell, I should, with all you do for me,” he appreciates, making you smile.

“I agree, you really should. It’s not about the money, though,” you underline. How many more times will you have to go through that discussion? How many more times can you tolerate him declaring he wants you all for himself, and then not being able to draw that line between your jobs, your roles, and whatever these nights spent together can mean?

“I don’t understand you, honey bee,” he ponders, resting back in one of his impossibly twisted positions, scratching his beard. “I’m your golden ticket. And when I offer you to take the prize, you turn it down… but you still treat me with white gloves,” he points out, giving you a puzzled look.

You must bite your tongue to hold back your answer. You have told him. Hell, you told him just now that you adore him. You have repeated, several times, that you love his company, that he’s one of your favourite people in the world. You did, over and over, and yet, he just doesn’t seem able to hear your words the right way.

“I have a thing for you,” you say, giving him the most ambiguous and honest answer you can manage before standing up and leaving the room - and that uncomfortable conversation.

You take full advantage of that brief break. The second you’re in your bedroom, you let your back hit the wall and take a few long, deep breaths. The oxygen flow eases your racing heartbeat, and you allow the good aspect of that situation to support you. With a last, long breath you collect yourself and pull away from the wall. You head to your wardrobe where, on a shelf, you find the book.

When you go back to the room, you hand the small package to Dieter and watch his reaction.

His eyes go wide and his expression shifts to something akin to embarrassment. You know you really caught him unprepared this time - the only other time you saw him making that expression was when you were lucky enough to tell him of his first SAG nomination.

As he eagerly rips the wrapping paper, you notice how gingerly he takes it away, careful not to damage whatever you chose to give him. A gentle ache takes over your heart noticing his extra caution, and you’re already smiling when he looks up at you, after reading the title of the book.

“Where did you find this?” he asks, an incredulous smile on his face.

“I know a guy,” you reply with a shrug. He doesn’t need to know about how you nagged your favourite bookshop owner about that little gift.

Dieter has been going on about that book for ages - a volume focusing on Goya’s deafness as the key to his later work and why they reflect the solitude of contemporary life. The kind of reading no one would expect from Dieter, and just another one of the reasons why you fell so hard for that man and why you keep allowing him that close, in hope to solve that mess of a puzzle - and figure out your feelings about it, since you’re at it.

“Well, thank you. I’ll make sure to gush about it for weeks, but… if this was a way to distract me from the show, it’s not working,” he reminds you. “I didn’t drive all the way just to deliver you candy. That’s not what Oscar winners do.”

“Yeah. God forbid you do anything nice,” you sigh, going back to your place next to him, but there’s no edge in your tone. He did drive all the way from his villa in Van Nuys to your place, and even stopped to buy your favourites along the way. All because he wanted to watch a show with you.

If only it was just sex, you’d know how to navigate this. You’re not proud of it, but your professionalism hasn’t always been enough to keep you from falling in the wrong beds. But all of this started after you and Dieter made that colossal, unforgettable, pleasurable mistake around a year ago. You still remember clearly all the little things and acts, the cascade of forgettable small things that somehow lined up and conspired to make you fall into Dieter’s arms (and lap. And bed.) with burning enthusiasm and a dash of stupidity.

Which could have been stupid, but manageable. The whole issue is that he kept doing those things. In a different order, not all together, retreating from some and going harder on others, depending on the days… but the frustrating, mesmerising dance of the two of you, on the edge of something keeps you both coming back.

“What the fuck does it mean?” Dieter exclaims, turning to face you.

“What?” you ask, startled. Did you say things out loud? It happened before, after all. You stare at him, and the second that precedes his answer seems to stretch into infinity.

“You’re at the third episode already!” Dieter nearly yells, pointing at your TV as he brandishes the remote like an accusatory finger. “You watched this without me!”

The show came out three months ago, and a good friend of yours directed two episodes. Obviously you binged it the day it came out, and rewatched your friend’s episodes for comments. But Dieter didn’t need to know all of it, because he had been away from work - Thailand, Australia, and then Georgia and New Mexico, all of which you remember because you’re just a great manager. And now, he wants to watch it with you. So, lying is your only option.

“I haven’t. My sister must have used my account again,” you reassure him in a weak voice, still grateful that he has no clue about what was going on in your head a moment ago.

“Are you sure?” he asks, probably reading through your words.

“100%. Come on, let’s start. Two episodes, and then I’m off to bed,” you declare, knowing that by the end of the second episode you’ll probably be asleep with your head on his shoulder, while he snores lightly next to you.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#dieter bravo #dieter x reader #dieter x f! reader #pedro pascal characters #fluff

[findpenpalsover20]

Name/Nickname: King

Age: 35

Country: Australia

Some info about me: I always find it so hard to describe myself, I feel like there’s so many aspects to a person’s personality, so many different ‘sides’ of them. Alas, here goes: I’m a bit of a dork! I love reading, watching movies and tv shows, dabbling in writing here and there; I’m a MASSIVE introvert (INFJ, for those of you keeping score at home); and most deeply, I believe chivalry is NOT dead: I love being a gentleman, trying to be a gentleman, treating others with kindness, respect; I’m a bit of a softie, my heart is too big too handle sometimes. Ultra sensitive and one of those people that will hype you up and want to treat you like a princess/prince, simply because we’re friends - I have unconditional kindness and love for all you beautiful souls out there; I’m a home body, a lover of rain and the sounds it makes, and I don’t really have any real life friends. I love imagining I’m a knight or a prince, and writing as if I belong in another age. Apologies in advance for my ‘vintage’ / old school word choice and sentence structure. I’m a walking paradox, wanting both to share my heart with lots of people and wanting so many friends who I can build up and support, but also being so introverted that I want to just seclude myself in my room all day.

Interests: Collecting books, vinyls, blu-rays, video games, vhs’, all things unicorn; being so addicted / in love with Stardew Valley that I’m afraid to play it; finding the beauty all around me, in the small things, and being happy with the little I have, every single day, i.e. star gazing, walking around the park on a cold wintery day, walking with my toes in the sand on a summery afternoon.

Other random things I love are: Batman, red vines / twizzlers, Dr. Pepper, cheesecake, classic novels, historical fiction, mornings spent in my room listening to relaxing music and reading a book while it’s raining outside, basketball, chivalry

What I’m looking for: Friends, really. Any age, gender, location. Due to my introversion, I go through spells of being able to talk a lot, then having an ‘introvert hangover / introvert withdrawal’ where I disappear for a few days because I need to recharge my social batteries, so please, if you’re expecting to talk 24/7 then please know in advance: I can’t do that. I’m one of those people that WILL stick around, but i’ll be here in waves. I need friends who understand the struggle of being an introvert, and who won’t be offended when I don’t talk for a bit. I’d love to eventually send the occasional letter, postcard, but I don’t have the finances to send out 200 letters a year, haha. Ideally it would be an email correspondence, much like letter writing a few hundred years ago. Where I’ll have your letter sitting in my inbox, and when I have some time to relax after a busy day of work, I can go into my email and read your ‘electronic letter’ to me, and then sit in silence and peace, crafting my response. I would love to talk to someone who likes writing eloquently, (maybe we can even pretend we are Lords/ Ladies from neighbouring countries or towns, and talk about our lives in such a manner). If you do decide to wish to converse with me, please prepare for a lot of positivity and kindness.

How you can contact me: Send me an email to my email address, breatherofstardust @ gmail.com (without the spaces), and please include:

1) a little bit about you

2) why you want to write with me

3) and a photo / selfie, so I can see who I am speaking to :)

I won’t presume to assume that I’ll get loads of responses, but in the case that I do, I don’t think i’ll be able to take on too many correspondences - because those that I do take on, I want to give my full attentions to, you know? And having a job and regular life keeps one plenty busy :O And I understand also that not all correspondences work out, due to differing personalities, changing circumstances, or just simply not getting a long. And there’s nothing wrong with that! I don’t expect to get a long with everyone in the world :))

Either way, I look forward to hearing from you :) If anything (or lots) of what I have said has tickled your fancy, then here’s hoping you’ll appear in my inbox, in due time. Thank you for you reading!

With warmest regards,

Dom

#pen pal #penpal #pen pals #penpals #letters #snail mail #online friends #internet friends #pen pal wanted #hapy mail #mail #over 20 #pen pals over 20 #submission

[brokenjere]

bad in the bones (c.f) (part 2)

A/N: ahhh! Second part is here - let me know what you guys think in the comments or send me an inbox/ask bc I like talking to you guys 🥹🥹 hope you love it

Synopsis: first dinner in Cousins reveals some truths about the Fisher’s and Belly is convinced to make a change this summer

catch up here

I sit at the dinner table, sandwiched between Belly and Steven, and pick at the chicken that was on the plate in front of me. The conversation was bustling, especially between Jeremiah and Steven. You’d think that they never spoke during the other seasons, but I knew firsthand that wasn’t true. They just could not stop making jokes.

Laurel was sitting on one end the table and Susannah on the other and across from me, Conrad was slumped over, in his own little world, oblivious to everything going on in the world around him.

My stomach churns, not feeling really hungry but that could either be because I ate too many Twizzlers on the ride in or I was still suffering the heartbreak blues. “You okay?” Belly leans over and asks. I smile up at her and nod, shoving a piece of chicken in my mouth. She looks at me with pity and I knew she thought it was the latter and I hate that being a heartbroken, sad sap was a part of my personality now. I hate that that’s what she thinks about when she looks at me.

“So, Belly, I have something for you,” Susannah says, getting both of our attentions. She gets out of her chair, making us all watch as she grabs something from out of the kitchen. It’s a small, white envelope and she hands it to Belly. In gold letters scribbled on the front it reads: Cousins Beach Debutant Ball.

“Is this why you had to go to the country club earlier?” Laurel asks, making Susannah laugh and shrug. There was a country club here? Of course their was.

“What’s a debutant ball?” Belly asks, looking at Susannah. A scam. A show. A miserable excuse for people to put young girls on display. Laurel expresses my thoughts verbally and Susannah rebults, telling Belly that it was a coming of age. Like a bar mitzvah.

“It is not like a bar mitzvah,” Laurel scoffs. Susannah shrugs, accepting defeat.

“I’d really like you to consider,” she says, finally. Belly folds up the invitation and puts it down on the table.

“Debs are for sheep,” Conrad speaks up. It was the first time he spoke all dinner and everyone looks over at him. He doesn’t look up even after Jeremiah starts to take jabs at him.

“Didn’t you go last year? With Nicole?”

“Who’s Nicole?” Belly asks. I feel heat radiating off of her arms and Conrad looks up at her like she had no right to speak.

“It was after you guys left for Steven’s college tour. It doesn’t matter, I only went because Mom asked me to.” I remember that summer and how they came home early. Steven and his dad went off on a road trip to check out colleges and I remember being viciously jealous that his dad cared that much. I felt guilty for feeling that way when a few months later, Laurel and John announced their divorce.

The two brothers bicker back and forth before Susannah tells them to stop. I keep my eyes focused on the peas that I moved around on my plate, popping one or two in my mouth every few seconds. “Conrad quit football, you know,” Jeremiah says, getting in one final jab before Conrad throws his fork down on the plate, a crash reverbrating through the room. It bounces off the china cabinet on the other side of the room and everyones eyes widen as they watch him walk away.

“Was that really necessary?” Susannah sighs, putting her head in her hands, her golden hair falling in front of her face. I look at Jeremiah, finding out more about his personality in the last few moments than I had learned from all the stories Belly and Steven had told me. He was a jealous little brother.

+

My phone buzzes in my hand and I click it open: Mallory.

how is it?????

My fingers hover over the keyboard on my phone, deciding what words to use to describe my first day in Cousin’s so far. There isn’t a lot to say, really. Gorgeous, warm, a seaside dream. And then there were the boys. Gorgeous, warm, a seaside dream.

good. how is josh?

I want to kick myself the second I hit send on the message. Who cares how Josh is? Me, apparently. I did. He was in my thoughts during the rest of dinner, while I was in the shower afterward, and even now, as I lay in my bed and stare out the window at the ocean. I was hoping to drown in it, but I hadn’t even stepped foot in the sand yet.

ughhhhh, stop with him already. any cute boys?

Yes. I want to type. Two.

i’m not ready to move on

lame

I set my phone down on the bed next to me. I’m looking up at the white ceiling and trying to focus on the sound of the beach below me but I keep hearing his name. I love you. Please don’t walk away. Please come back.

My phone buzzes again: tell me more!!!

I type back a vague response about how the sky matches the blue of the ocean and how Susannah’s smile is just as pretty in person as in the photos that me and Mallory always used to stare at whenever we were at Aunt Laurel’s and I hit send, hoping it would saciate her hunger.

If I am the wild to Belly’s calm, Mallory is the tornado to my light shower. She is wilder, funnier, more outgoing, and certainly always the center of attention. I’m in her shadow while many would say Belly is in mine. Mallory always rode in the front seat and we rode in the back. She was always at the head of the table while we were on the side, passing the butter and salt back and forth while Mallory unfolded the drama around us.

I don’t get a text back, but there’s a knock on the door. Belly sticks her head inside and I sit up in bed, telling her to come in. “Nice pick,” she tells me. “This one has the best lighting.” She’s wet, her hair dripping down her back over an oversized t-shirt. I bet she has her swimsuit on underneath.

“I thought so, too.” She sits down next to me on the bed. “Night swim?” I ask.

She nods and laughs, pulling her hair to the front of her body. “Sorry. I should have asked you to come with,” she says.

“I probably would have said no, anyway,” I tell her. I probably would have agreed, but I didn’t want her to feel bad for not inviting me. After all, it was probably weird for her to have a shadow this summer and the last thing I wanted to do was put a damper on her summer.

“The boys said I’m not invited to the bonfire tonight,” she tells me. “They all just left and Steven said I had to stay in. The moms are getting ready for our movie night.”

“What? Who are they to decide?” I scoff, shifting in the bed, sitting up on my elbows. Belly shrugs and looks at me. Her eyes are pooling with tears and if she starts to cry, I don’t know that I would be able to hold myself back, either. So far, I had not cried. I did not cry when I told Mallory I’d be gone all summer and I did not cry when Josh texted me asking if it was true and I did not cry when he told me he would miss me but seeing Belly cry, might just do it for me.

“I told you, now that we’re older I get left out a lot more. I’m too young,” she says, using her fingers as quotes around the words too young.

“You’re one year younger than them,” I tell her, throwing myself off the bed and heading to the closet. Mallory insisted that I pack hot clothes. She told me, “you’ll never know if you’ll find a hot boy to occupy your time.”

I throw a blue dress at Belly and tell her, “get dressed. We’re going.” Her eyes lit up as she lifted the dress up. I grab a white one out of my closet, one a little more flowy than the one I gave to Belly but it was still short. Mallory was right, it was lame that I hadn’t moved on yet.

“Isn’t this a little short?” Belly asks, holding it up to her body. It ended right below her ass.

“Maybe it’ll make Conrad look,” I shrug.

I spin her around the full-size mirror in her bedroom and whistle as her hair twirls around her. “These boys won’t know what hit them.”

“And what about you?” She says, gawking at me. I wave her off and grab my shoes, putting them on to avoid the conversation. “How are we going to get out?” She asks. The bedroom door is closed, but she whispers as if the moms can hear us. Belly and I already went down and told the moms we were just going to spend the first night. Have a girls sleepover in Belly’s room, if you will. They dismissed us with a sad smile and we came back upstairs.

“We’ll sneak out,” I say. “You’ve never snuck out before?” I knew that was true. Belly would never have been caught dead sneaking out, but before this summer she never really needed to. “It’ll be fine,” I tell her, grabbing her hand. I make her carry her flip flops so the moms don’t hear them slapping as we walk down the stairs and I tip-toe in my sneakers down the wooden steps, moving so slow you could have fallen asleep by watching us.

To say that this bonfire was worth sneaking out for would be a lie. There were too many people here and the sand was littered with beer bottles and cups. Jumper was just as sleezy as I remembered. He tried to put his arm around Belly and I when we arrived, trying to flirt his way into some company. Belly’s too nice to ever tell him no, so I give him a fake smile and tell him to get lost before dragging her further down the beach.

She stops in her tracks, causing me to fly backward from the sudden stop. I give her a look but she’s looking beyond me, further down toward the fire. I follow her gaze to see Conrad with a girl between his legs. He has them up, his arms wrapped around his knees. A small girl, petite with a Red Sox hat on, was sitting between his knees laughing at a joke he made.

“Oh.” She nods at my unintentional words. “Do you want to go the other way?” I ask. What other way? The only way was straight ahead and that would be entering the snake pit. He sees us before she can decide.

Then, she does something I never would have guessed: she calls him out. “Who’s that?”

Conrad looks stunned too, as does the girl. She replies as if she’s being spoken to. “Nicole, and who are you?”

“I took her to the deb ball last year,” Conrad says. She is who he took to the ball. And here she is, between his legs. I feel the anger for Belly. Her anger is now my anger despite being able to feel it penetrating off of her skin.

“I thought you said deb balls are for sheep,” Belly spits her words at him. Nicole shifts and I grab Belly’s hand to pull her away before the fight escalates.

“God you’re such a brat.” His words are harsh. Not like they’re meant for a girl he’s known since childhood. There was a bitterness there only reserved for the people you love that have hurt you. I have heard that bitterness more times than I care to admit.

“Oh, shut up Conrad,” I tell him, stunning even myself. Belly looks at me but I ignore her. Me and Conrad stare at each other, unwavering.

Neither of us speak, so I walk away with Belly trailing behind me. I take her to the keg and pour her a drink. “Here,” I say. She takes the drink from my hand and stares at me. “What?”

“You just told him to shut up.”

“Like you weren’t thinking about saying it.”

She scoffs and then says, “yeah but I never would.” And then she laughs and I laugh with her because how could I not. “Did you see his face?”

“Who’s face?” I turn around and Jeremiah sticks his head between Belly and I.

“Cons when Yn told him to shut up,” Belly tells him, her eyes wide and a smile on her face. Jeremiah’s eyes basically bulged out of his head when he looked at me.

“You said that?” I nod, shrugging my shoulders. I don’t know why it’s such a big deal. He was just a boy. A stupid, stupid boy. “What are you guys even doing here?” He asks.

“We snuck out,” Belly tells him.

“You snuck out?” Belly nods. “Who are you and what have you done to Isobel Conklin?” He asks, a smile spreading over his cheeks as he pulls her into his side. Belly laughs and tries to shrug but she can’t.

“You don’t know me when I’m with my better half,” she says, winking at me.

“More like a bad influence.” Jeremiah winks, telling me he’s just teasing but I stick my tongue out at him anyway, rolling my eyes. “I’m glad you’re here,” he admits and squeezes Belly before he gets called away.

Belly chugs down her drink, barely stopping for a breath. I watch her as beer trickles down her chin and she wipes it away with the back of her hand. She hands me the cup and then gestures for me to refill it. I do. “Thanks,” she mumbles before taking a small drink of the freshly filled cup.

“You a heavy drinker now?” I ask, gently teasing her. But Belly was never much of a drinker. She had one or two occasionally at parties but never alone and never that much in such little time.

“He’s just so-“ she starts but then cuts herself off.

“So what?”

“So infuriating.” I nod as if I understand. “One minute he’s fine. We get along. I think maybe he even likes me back but then the next he’s canoodling with Nicole in the sand and telling me I’m a brat? What is that?” She drinks some more beer and I mirror her. “You know, last summer we were good. Great even. And now?” She shakes her head.

“Didn’t your mom say there was a vibe between you and Jeremiah?” I ask, trying to recall the conversation in the car on our way here. I was zoned out, staring out the window, picturing all the ways I could torture Josh with a pair of tweezers but I remember Laurel’s voice asking about Jeremiah and Steven’s outwardly disgust at the thought.

Belly waves me off. “We’re just best friends. Have been forever. He’s like my brother.”

“But if he likes you, why not give it a shot? Instead of pinning for Conrad when he acts like that?” It was just a suggestion, but Belly seems offended. She pulls back a little and furrows her eyebrows. I pretend not to notice and find Jeremiah in the crowd, his arm around a girl similarly to how he had his arm around Belly moments before. Maybe that’s why.

“Jeremiah doesn’t like me,” she says.

I shrug and drink my beer to avoid eye contact with her. She seems to let my comment go and continues her rant. “I just think if Conrad would get over himself, we could be fine again. I mean, out of all the summers, this so far has to be the worst he’s been.”

It just started, I want to say to her. But I don’t know Conrad. And I don’t know Jeremiah and who am I to give her advice about people and things I know nothing about. I don’t think I’d take any relationship advice from me right now as it stands, regardless.

My eyes find Conrad. He’s still in the sand but Nicole is gone. I don’t bother looking for her but it seems maybe Conrad is. Or he’s looking for Steven and Jeremiah. Or even Belly. His hair is in his face and he pushes it back with his hand and then he finds us by the keg and stops searching the beach.

He stares st me and I stare back as Belly talks. I see her hands waving in frustration through the corner of my eye and I nod like I’m listening but I think she’s too engrossed in her complaining to notice I’m not really paying much attention. Hate. Loser. Pain in the ass. All words she’s using to describe Conrad.

He gives me a small wave. And I wave back. He looks like maybe he’s about to stand up, but then Nicole comes back and she hands him a drink, taking his attention away from me and back onto her. “Are you even listening to me?” Belly finally asks, snapping her fingers in my face.

I look at her: all wide eyes and messy hair. “Yeah,” i lie. “I was listening to you.”

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[thestalkerbunny]

Been distracted; decided to post something I finished DAYS ago. One of my favorite candy, The Cherry Twizzlers (Pull and Peel Variant Only.)

Witches in this world (A Candy Horror Plane that is now going through a starving apocalypse) aren't defined by gender or power, but rather by their hair. Normal Sweet Folk's hair grows to a point and then stops and if you cut it-it never regrows. A Sugar Witch's hair is perpetually growing-constantly growing back when it is cut very quickly. There was a time in their history that the Sugar Witches were viciously persecuted cause their hair was made of the sweetest materials and could be used to bait large meat beasts into traps with the allure of it-often being torn from their families or sold once it was discovered, spending days imprisoned, being scalped repeatedly for the continuously growing material on their heads or being experminted on to see if any other part of their body regrew when cut. It's said that magic is kept in the hair of a Witch and cutting it off causes them to be powerless (It is unknown if that was true or not)

Now with the Starving Apocalypse in swing, there is no world government to imprison or abuse them-Witches have become the single self elected presence of power-the only creatures able to open holes between realities and send their demons to bring back precious meat from other worlds.

Cherry Licorice is a low ranking Witch; he is a male though the way Witches dress in general often leaves it an ambiguous gender identity for them all. He has a long tongue that has a hole at the end that acts a mosquito like straw for slurping up liquids off flat surfaces (Waste not want not in the apocalypse.) Cherry is curious about the other planes-but the curiosity doesn't really go beyond scrounging up things from the cadavers the Kondy Karns bring back from other worlds.

#TSB Draws #CandyLand Monsters #Witch #Sugar Witches #Sugar Witch #Cherry Licorice Witch #monsters

[zero-the-hisui-zoroark]

I SHALL SEND ALL OF YOU A TWIZZLERS ATTACK

[drabbles-of-writing]

Eyy

So I've been having brain riot these days about your beta au, waking up at 2 am and having to take these pictures out of my brain to go sleep again like they were biblical visions send by God himself for some reason

So here's Luz (dreamily, in the eyes of Amity) devouring twizzlers

OHHH LOOKIT THEMMM they're both so stupid and in love this is amazing

#asks #beta au #thank you #fanart #AAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

[unitcd]

💋 have one from Belly too

everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse.

It was just a silly little thing that they did, the Twizzler in the soda trick. It brought them closer, though, so close that Jeremiah could practically taste Belly's lips against his already. He locked eyes with her for a long moment before he let the Twizzler fall from his lips and he reached over to pull the one out of her mouth. "I can't stop thinking about you." His words were quiet, but his gaze intense before he leaned in and connected their lips in a kiss. No, he didn't want to think about the repercussions of this, he just went for it.

#entangledmuses #entangledmuses: belly #reply: jeremiah #u: tsitp