#thanks for reading my TED talk goodbye

[firehananas]

While doing reach for my owns OCs, I was surprised (while I shouldn't because if Sanada do something right it's definitely the symbolism of her characters) that Eddie is incredibly Thanatos coded.

✅ Psychopompe of sort (carried the bodies to hell/eternal rest), guardian of dead (literally one of the meaning of Eddie's name: Guardian of Tombs) ✅ Poppy theme (its seeds are narcoleptic and help create morphine, related to Thanatos, Hypnos and Morpheus in myth. Other than the sleep like apparence of dead, it's also because ingesting too much of it can be deadly.) ✅ *Anime only* butterfly theme (in Ancient Greek, butterflies are a symbolism for the human soul - it's also why Psyché is given butterfly wings, as she becomes the goddess of Soul. Sometimes, Thanatos is also represented with butterflies)

Both the flower and the insect are also symbolism for the beauty yet the brevity of life. ✅ Give peaceful/unpainful deaths (Thanatos was originally just the Death, then as the myth goes on, the brutals deaths were given to his sisters, the Keres) ✅ Big Family (For Thanatos: A twin brother who had A TON of children including Morpheus + all the others Nyx's children, being his siblings. Mason family is smaller in comparaison (4 boys) but they had a zoo in their house soooo...)

✅ Buttmonkey (Thanatos on paper is scary and inflexible, yet this dude manages to get caught in a bag by Sisyphus.)

(I mean.)

(And he also loses to Heracles for some reasons.)

(As is Eddie for the Angels who always ended up with the short stick).

Now I can see a more twisted vision of Thanatos/Hypnos with Albert/Eddie, so this will be more a theory/interpretation than a true comparaison but still.

Hypnos and Thanatos are twin brothers, and sometimes co-workers.

Hypnos, god of sleep, is represented with white wings and is beloved by humans and gods alike as they allow them to rest, to be at peace. This love is reciprocated.

Thanatos is represented with black wings. In opposition to his brother, he is hated and feared by humans and gods alike, but as Hypnos, the feeling is shared (though the fear is replaced by distaste).

Now, Eddie and Albert. They aren't twin brothers but I still feel there is some parallelism.

Albert is the "favorite" one, despite being the violent one. While saying he hates everything and everyone is probably exaggerated, he is in so much pain, frustration (and delusional), he projects on others, especially the weaks (and Eddie) and search to destroy them.

Meanwhile, Eddie is the "unfavorite" but also the kind one. The one who wants pets (and people) to be at peace. He feels that by 'owning' people (by killing them) he can make them 'happy' and connect with them that way (hence his interest in Ray).

All this to say that, somehow, Albert is like a Thanatos rejecting his role (as a gravedigger) and his family (becoming ironically more 'peaceful' than his so loving brother), while Eddie is a sort of Hypnos who had gone wrong by embracing his brother's (Thanatos) duty.

#hana talks #edward mason #angels of death #satsuriku no tenshi #eddie mason #thanks for reading my TED talk goodbye #of course I could have also mention the whole Eros/Thanatos with Eddie/Ray #but it's not really mythology. It's more interpretation of Freud's work #btw he never talks about Thanatos #only Eros as pulsion of life and creation in opposition to the pulsion of destruction who was unnamed #I think it's also worth mentioning that we have no idea if the twins had a good relationship or not #as far we know they work together to gather the dead and. that's it #Hypnos is married and had a ton of children as said above #Thanatos is probably uninterested by the question (except if you are into HADES game I guess) #maybe I'll come back to it cause it's getting late #also interesting fact: sometimes Thanatos is represented as a child

[fraugwinska]

A very incomplete list of Hazbin Hotel Fanfiction Authors/Geniuses

I cannot believe the awsome, talented, absolute magnificent people I've met through this fandom. Writing FF for Hazbin Hotel has become one of my greatest joys in life, and reading the stories and creations of my fellow friends and idols is something that can brighten my whole week - and we don't gatekeep. So, if you're in search for a good read, here are a few of the SUPER AWSOME people I stalk (and I want to stress - this list is never going to be complete, but I'll try to edit it as there are just SO MANY GODDANG MASTERS out there!) @bapple117 If you love #RadioStatic, you have to read 'Bluest Monday' (completed) and the follow-up 'Say Hello, Wave Goodbye' (WIP) She'll break your heart in the most beautiful way. If you don't fancy that but Alastor is your go-to, then you will want to dive in head-first into "If You Can't Say Somethin' Nice, Don't Say Nothin' At All" (complete). But as before, be ready for a rollercoaster of emotional moments and extremely spicy shenanigans.

@hazelfoureyes Goddess of the smut, Hottest writer in Hell - If you're horny, Hazel has got you covered. Especially her 'The safeword is Radioapple'-Mini-series will make you sweat like a Zumba-Instructor on crack. Be prepared to blush, tremble, die and immediately ressurrect, because yes. She is THAT good.

Clover/corruptedteacups on AO3 With whooping 75 chapters and 300k+ hits, her Fanfic 'The Red means I Love you' is one of the best, most detailed slow-burn-pining-angsty-smutty-will-they-wont-they Masterpieces I've read so far. Alastor is magnificent and I guarantee you'll fall in love with Clover, the bunny who captures the heart of you deerest red demon.

@melodyonthewireless Highly underappreciated (imho), her fic "A Match made in Hell" (WIP) follows her OC Sybil down to hell, into the Hazbin Hotel and consecutively the arms of Alastor - but don't you dare underestimate the pink, harmless looking doe. Sybil's witch powers and her sassy, witty personality is quite the match to the established readio overlord. It's such a read, and the wait between chapters the sweetest agony!

@macabr3-barbi3 She delivers every. single. TIME. Her Short stories and One-Shots are like Pringles - Once you pop, you can't stop. I'm deeply in love with 'Dream a little Dream' (WIP), 'Nothing I can't Handle' (WIP) makes me run for a cold shower and did I mention the countless one-shot-candies that make you mouth water and your toes curl?

@slutforalastor/InconspicuousBosch on AO3 Whether it's the One-Shots on tumblr (omg the PRIEST ALASTOR BIT *fans face*) or the incredible Choose-your-Path-Fic "Say it with a smile" (completed) - you will be both amazed at the artistry of the wording and storybuilding and blushing at the sheer craft of the smut and sexual tension.

@impale-me-radio-daddy Founder of the kink #antlerplay, his series of 'The Lookalike' is steamy, outrageous, utterly magnificent and filthy down to the bones. Be prepared for some serious questioning of your own preferences, because you WILL get some epiphanies. And that's a PROMISE.

@hurthermore Listen. LISTEN. Bimbo is the mini-series that had me on a friggin CHOKEHOLD. It takes a special talent to make one so invested in THE radio demon, gentleman a la carte Alastor believably pining after and pounding a lovable, dumb airhead sinner with a fable for skimpy dresses and leave you at the end wanting for seconds and thirds!

As I said, this is a highly incomplete list, and I'll absolutely edit this list as I go. But I needed to put this out in the world. To all of the above, and all of those which I didn't include YET but most certainly will -

I ADORE YOU, I PRAY AT YOUR FEET, YOU ARE AMAZING BEINGS AND I LOVE YOU.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #hazbin hotel smut #radiostatic #radioapple #alastor x oc #alastor hazbin hotel #fraugwinskaandfriends #ily fellow beings #author appreciation

[faretheeoscar]

SWEET LIES

Pairing: Jonathan Levy x Reader

--Warnings: 🔥18+, nsfw, oral sex, mentions of unprotected sex (take care of yourselves guys), lots of angst(Jonathan is a soft jerk), praise kink, contextual/ small? spoilers of scenes of a marriage (read under at your own risk if you haven’t seen it), age gap, sub-ish Jonathan (?), student/professor relationship (so much warnings omg)--

A/N: English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there’s any mistakes

Thanks to vin for her insights on Jonathan 🫶🏼

Word count: 2.1 k ~

You knew he was trouble, with all the backstory this man had; two failed marriages, two families to feed, and an inflated new ego due to his new success on his study field that led him to do international Ted talks amongst other things; this man exuded powerful energy from wherever angle you saw him, although that may be the case when he was in public; when you saw him giving lectures or speaking amongst his peers, but you knew other sides of Jonathan, he showed you a different side of himself when he was alone with you, you very well knew how this man could became all mushy and needy after a single peck on the lips, but also he could be dominant, specially when he had you bend over his desk as he pounded relentlessly deep inside you from behind late at night on a dark classroom after finishing the lecture and making sure to lock the door.

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This was your routine with Jonathan, every Wednesday you had your after hours session with your professor after his lecture, it all began when you started to stay after class to ask him about everything and anything you could think, not even really caring on his answers or the extra homework and research he sometimes gave you just because you asked something so rhetorical that he didn't even had the answer but he hid it in a very smart way making you do a 100 page essay about the topic just for you to "figure the question out for yourself", all that extra work only for you to stay on his presence for a few more minutes after class and please your dumb college crush with your professor.

Eventually one thing led to another, Jonathan was a very smart man and he started to notice the way you carried yourself around him and he liked it, A LOT, he noticed the longing gazes you gave him whenever he was giving a lecture, the dumb smile and pink hue your cheeks turned every time he praised you for answering a question he asked to the class, the lingering touches on his arm whenever you said goodbye to him, and finally those tiny tight little skirts you always wore to his class even if it was freezing outside, those things slowly started driving him crazy for you, feeling the need to bury himself deep inside you and fuck you senseless until you got so cock drunk on him that he'd ruined sex for you, you wouldn’t even turn your head around to be with another dumb college boy who couldn't satisfy you the way he would if he had the chance.

Those thoughts lingered in his head every time he saw you, his cock would get hard at the slight sight of your thighs when you moved in your chair at class, all that sometimes giving him embarrassing boners he couldn't hide unless he sat down behind his desk or excused himself to the bathroom to try to calm himself down, that kept happening until one day he couldn't handle it anymore and he took you for the first time after class. That day he noticed that after he was explaining to you a random question you had about the meaning of life, you opened slightly your legs for him to catch a glimpse of your wet panties below your loose skirt.

Soon after the class ended he went mad, his desires possessed him over when you came to his desk and leaned a little bit closer to him, giving him the opportunity to devour your mouth as if he was famished, drank your juices as if he was dehydrated and pounded into you in a way that it left you with a small limp the next day.

At the beginning it was only the rush of rough needy sex and the excitement of experimenting with one another, but when you started to get little hints of Jonathan’s life, of his real essence when he decided to share a little bit of himself when he was on a post nut clarity after filling you up with his cum until it leaked down your thighs like the pretty little girl you were for letting him do it, you started to fall for your professor, and you were falling hard, it wasn’t on your plans at all, to fall in love with a man that could be easily your father or a really young uncle? Definitely not what you had in mind, you always tried to push away your feelings for him, but you couldn’t help yourself , every time you walked into the same room as your professor the air got thicker, heavier, an invisible force always pulling you towards him, and the small little glimpses he gave you of his life, those were a lifeline to you.

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And that’s how you always fell into the same situation, by couldn’t focusing on the bigger picture, on what was best for you, to avoid the lies, because each time he had his two fat fingers deep inside your pussy while he was eating you out like a starving man from below your skirt, not even worrying to pull off your panties from you and just pushing them to the side when his eyes went crazy after he felt how wet you were for him, you couldn’t help but feel like you were in heaven, like you were the most desirable creature in the world.

He knew about your developing feelings towards him, and boy did he took advantage of your sweet little innocence, always praising you and letting you hear what you wanted in exchange for you to give yourself fully to him, to keep you hooked on a non existent developing relationship as he kept making you empty promises.

 

“We’re gonna be together soon, I promise."

 

He mumbled as his digits went deeper inside you, touching your soft, velvety walls in ways that made you shiver.

 

“I’m gonna leave her, I'm gonna leave everything behind for you, baby."

 

You knew there were all lies; they had to be; this man was deprived from all sense of loyalty a long time ago because his demons haunted him until this day and he let himself be consumed by them, but that didn’t impede you from clenching around his fingers so hard as he tried to push them into you so deep that he could barely move them.

 

"God, you’re so beautiful; I’m gonna be with you forever.”

 

Lies, lies and more lies, sweet little lies that drove you mad as you squirmed under his touch, you knew he’ll be gone as soon as he finished with you, like always, he’ll go back to take care of his family, he’ll tell you he is going to leave them and then come back next week with the same lies but with the same starving and lusty look whenever he looked at you that made you clench around nothing, that made your knees go weak, until you knelt down in front of him forgiving every single false promise and sucking his cock so hard he’ll came in just a couple of minutes, Jonathan, sweet, but intelligent jerk Jonathan the man you loved, that will never be yours fully, you always tried to extend your time together as long as you could, you would taste him and love him as passionate as you could, although he told you over and over again that this was not passion, he didn't believed in that, he told you this was something deeper, a true connection between the two of you, but yet again you knew he was lying, he always lies, still you believed him when you kissed him and his tongue danced with yours, for just a couple of hours he was yours, and only yours, he loved you, but it was fleeting, just as the time you spent with him, his love will fleet and yours remained so deep inside you sometimes it hurt to even breathe.

Even though he was lying to you, saying all those things for your enjoyment, to keep you on the edge and hooked on him, when the opportunity of being with him presented itself to you, it didn’t really matter cause of Jonathan's skillful hands and tongue always moved so in and out of sync, giving you something that no one else has given you before, as his big fat digits always teased your hole, curling upwards just in the right way to reach your G-spot over and over again as his tongue flicked your clit in the most hypnotic way.

 

“My sweet girl, my sweet, beautiful, good girl.”

 

He ate you like a starving man, his licks and sucks on your clit becoming more enraged as he got lost in your scent and taste, making him moan and grunt as he reached for his pants with his free hand and started palming himself through his corduroy khakis.

 

“Oh god-You drive me crazy, baby”

 

He grunted as he kept palming himself in rhythm with his fingers that were thrusting into you, attacking your G-spot as he kept on abusing your clit, with his tongue feeling how tight your little hole was getting as you went close to your release.

 

“F-fuck baby girl...God, I-”

Jonathan kept moaning for you, it almost sent you spiraling at the sight of how ruined and pathetic this grown ass man sounded, desperately whining while drinking your juices, with messy curly hair thanks to the hard tugs you did to it as you tried to hold him as close to you as possible, not that he wanted to be in another situation, cause that man, he was so pussy drunk, he was almost coming in his pants at the mere scent of you.

 

“I- I love you.”

 

Jonathan whispered softly against your core, and with that, you came undone. Your legs shook, and you contorted your face in ecstasy as your climax hit you hard, leaving you seeing stars. Your mixed moans, along with Jonathan's, echoed in the room as he also embarrassingly made a mess out of his corduroy khakis, a big stain of cum now seeping through the fabric.

 

Jonathan got his head out of your skirt and chuckled softly as he saw you were as ruined for him as he was all ruined for you. He brushed the slick of your juices off his beard with the back of his hand and gave you a soft smile while a pink blush colored his cheeks because of his little incident on his pants, something different was different that day, some sparkling in his eyes.

You looked up at him with a stupid, dumb smile, hopeful about what just happened between you both and the deeper meaning of it. You wanted to ask him about what he said to you just seconds ago, his words ringing and repeating inside your head over and over again.

You wanted to speak, but words didn’t come out, getting trapped in your throat as you looked at him dumbfounded, something he mistakenly took as a look of pure ecstasy after taking care of you, lifting his ego more, as if his ego wasn’t inflated enough already.

 

He chuckled at your lack of words and pinched the side of your cheek before speaking.

 

“See you next week after class, then? Hm, same time?”

 

Your head still in a stupid post-orgasm haze and lost in the sweet words he told you, made you nod your head softly to him, without being able to say anything you wanted to tell him, he gave you a soft peck on the lips just before running his hand through his messy curls to arrange them, tucking out his shirt from his pants to hide the mess he made of himself, and picking up his bag to slouch it over his shoulder, trying to look as presentable as he could on the way from the classroom to his car. You wished he would stay and talk to you softly, to talk about your feelings, but instead he was again leaving you alone in the dark classroom with your heart on your sleeve.

 

You thought you had it all figured out when you saw there was a spark in his eyes; it was different from other encounters you have had with him before, but you couldn’t quite put the words to what it was.

Maybe he was truthful with his words? Or maybe he really didn’t care at all. Either way, you’ve fallen for Jonathan’s sweet, sweet lies.

 

Again...

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[hopefulromances]

Long Time Coming I Chapter Five I The Archer

Summary: Being hired as the first female assistant coach in the league was a challenge of it itself. Being a football protigy and University Football Legend was easy enough. Coaching Jamie Tartt was a challenge all on its own.

Word Count: 3k

Warning: Jamie's Dad :-(, I have literally no clue how football works.

A/N: I felt like posting again. Thanks for all the comments and reblogs and such! I literally read all of them, they make my day :-)

Prologue One Two Three Four

Something was wrong with Ted. After Jamie’s miraculous goal, he was pretty much marked up for the rest of the game. While we scrambled to figure out a solution, Ted walked off the pitch without a word. It was thanks to Nate’s quick thinking that we were able to pull off a win. The boys were ecstatic and rightly so. A quarter final win was something to celebrate. I entered the locker room, once I had changed, giving out my congratulations.

            “Nice assists out there tonight, Colin.” I gave him a fist bump. “You’re doing great work.”

Colin gave me a big smile. “Thanks, (Y/N)! We’re going out for drinks! You should come!”

The boys around us shouted out in agreement. Patting my on the shoulder and tugging on my arm, beginning for me to join them. Normally, it would be a quick yes. I loved going out with the lads. They were always guaranteed to give me a good time. But tonight, I was hesitant. Getting drunk when I had just discovered my feelings for Jamie seemed like a bad idea.

            “I don’t think I can tonight, lads.” I was met with cries out outrage. “I know! I know! But please, go out and have a drink for me tonight!”

They said their goodbyes and made their way out of the locker, leaving me by myself. I shot a quick text to Keely, telling her I needed some serious girl talk.

            “(Y/N),” Jamie’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked up as he walked over to me, his ICON hat sitting loosely on his head. “It’s all in the dressing, yah? I mix a bit of apple cider vinegar with sugar water… but don’t tell Roy about the sugar water.”

            “Oh, I see! The sugar water is the special ingredient,” I mused, shoving my phone in my pocket.

He leaned against the doorframe, his hands lazily hanging off his fanny pack. He smiled down at me. “That’s the secret to my goals. Well, that and some great coaching.” He reached out and patted me on the shoulder. “That’s all you, love.” The nickname flowed off his tongue easily. I hoped he couldn’t see the way I was affected by it. I shoved my hands in my pockets, looking down to hide my blush. When I looked back up, his tongue was between his teeth as he laughed at me.

            “That was a great goal, Jamie,” I praised.

Surprisingly, he looked down, becoming bashful. “Yeah, well, I learned it from you.”

We smiled at each other for a few beats. I wondered if he was thinking about the way my eyes creased when I smiled the same way I was thinking about him. Or the way his eyes sparkled in amusement when he teased me. My phone dinged, breaking our silence.

As I looked down to see Keely’s response, Jamie pushed himself off the doorframe, clearing his throat. Keely was making her way to me as fast as she could!

            “Yeah, well, I should be leaving, the lad’s’ll be waitin’ for me.” He turned to leave but quickly turned back around. “You comin’?”

I shook my head. “Sorry, I’ve got to get some rest. But have a nice night.”

            “Alright, see you Monday?”

            “Yep, see you Monday!”

I was fucked.

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The week leading up to the Man City game was almost unbearable. If I thought my nerves were bad before Tottenham. That was nothing in comparison to this. Between my discovery of my intense, distracting, horrible feelings for Jamie and my eternal fear of the press, I found myself unable to eat, sleep, or focus.

            “You just need to relax,” Keely emphasized, taking a drag from her cigarette as I paced back and forth. A while ago, Keely and Rebecca decided that smoking was okay if it was in the boot room. Since then, it had become our secret oasis for gossip and advice. “Whatever is going on in your head is going to kill you if you don’t.”

I wanted to tell Keely about my feelings for Jamie. I knew she didn’t care, and had even encouraged it, but for some reason something was holding me back.  “Keely, you don’t understand!”

            “Then help me to understand,” she insisted. She patted the space next to her, encouraging me to sit down. I slumped down and leaned my head back against the boots. I looked over at her and pursed my lips.

            “Okay… but you have to promise not to tell anyone.”

She squealed in excitement, shaking her hands. “Oh! Those are my favorite type of things!”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the smile on my face. “Okay, I maybe… kinda… sorta… have like… the tiniest of… seriousromanticfeelingsforJamie.”

Despite me mumbling my words I saw the look of pure elation.

            “Sorry, what?” She tapped her ear. “Can you say that again, didn’t quite hear you.”

            “You heard me and I will not repeat!”

I could tell she wanted to press but then the door behind us opened and Ted walked in.

            “Oh! It’s you two!” Ted smiled at us before pointing at Keely. “I thought you quit smoking?”

            “What?” She said in faux surprise. “Oh! I have. This is just covering up the smell of the boots.”

            “It’s very effective,” I concurred, giving him a smile back.  

            “Then why you in here?”

I looked over at Keely, begging her to not say anything. Even if it wasn’t Jamie, it was my intense anxiety that I was feeling about the match. The intense fear I felt leaving my house every day that I would be the reason we lost. I knew Ted would want to help, give me whatever advice he could but I truly didn’t want anyone else to know.

            “I just needed some space,” Keely saved, turning her attention to Ted.

Then the door was opening, and Rebecca and Leslie were walking in. It was truly a party.

            “I knew you’d be in here,” Rebecca came and sat on the other side of Keely, reaching for the cigarette. “This is the room where Keely and I deicded that smoking doesn’t count.”

Keely squeaked out a protest, but it was too late. She looked up at Ted, a guilty expression on her face. I was grateful to have the attention off me. I let myself tune out of the conversation, having heard Keely’s complaints about a million times now. I chewed on my thumb as I thought about my situation. Though if I chewed much longer there wouldn’t be much thumb left.

Then, as if the universe was laughing at me, in the door walks Jamie Tartt himself.

            “Oi, Will, do you think you could take me name off me shirt and then put it back on but bigger?”

He looked up and saw the room, now crowded with people. His eyes scanned the room then landed on me. I gave him a small smile.

            “They’re talking about Roy,” Will said, his face almost covered by boxes.

Keely and I both shot him a glare. Not cool. Jamie shook his hand and put his leg up next to wear I was sitting. Was it bad that I wanted to lean against it?

            “Grumpy, old, twat,” Jamie muttered, joining in on the conversation. I felt Keely’s eyes burning into the back of my skull, but I refused to look. I also refused to look at Jamie. Pretty much I just stared straight ahead, not looking at anyone or anything.  God, if one more person walked into the room, I was gonna lose it.

The door opened and I hopped up, needing to leave the room immediately. My sudden movement caused everyone to look at me. Then I realized they weren’t looking at me, they were looking at the person entering the room. Roy.

            “You talking about me?” He asked. I nodded, surrounded by agreements around me. He shrugged before addressing Keely. “Ready to go?”

And they were off. Somehow, I ended up being one of the last people in the room. Of course, it was just me and Jamie.

            “You look tired,” he commented, addressing me finally.

            “Gee thanks,” I sighed, starting out of the room. He followed closely behind me.

            “Just saying.” He shrugged. “Need you in tip top shape for the game on Sunday. Isaac told me he’s gonna sprain his ankle on Friday.” Normally I would jump at the chance for a good banter with Jamie, but he was right, I was tired, and I couldn’t keep up. I must have taken a beat too long to respond because Jamie rolled his eyes and let out a loud dramatic groan. “You are no fun when you’re tired.”

            “You’re right, Jamie. I am fucking tired. I’m tried because every time I leave my house there’s another reporter there waiting for me to comment on the fact that I am somehow either single handedly saving the team or ruining it. Or how I’m sleeping with all of you at once, or whatever other bullshit they want to know.” I spun on my heel and faced him. “I’m tired because if we lose on Sunday, it’ll be my fault. I’m tired because every single day, I wake up and I’m actually so scared all the time that today will be the day that you all realize I’m ruining this club and kick me to the curb.”

I didn’t mean for it to all come out like that. I covered my mouth with my hand, surprised at my own candor. Jamie’s eyes were wide, his surprise matching my own.

            “I’m so sorry, I don’t know where that came from,” I admitted.

            “That was a lot,” He agreed, nodding his head. “Me dad’s been texting me.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that. Jamie had told me a bit about his parents. His dad was a piece of shit. His words not mine. I remembered at the end of last season, overhearing his father berate him in the training room. He hadn’t done good enough.

            “Wants tickets to the game on Sunday.”

I nodded, still not quite sure how to respond. “Are you gonna get them for him?”

Jamie shrugged, half-heartedly. “Gotta, don’t I? If I don’t, he’ll be right mad. So.”

In that moment I understood what he was saying. It was a tough week. For all of us. But for Jamie and I especially, and we understood each other.

            “We’ll get through it, yeah?” I said.

            “Yeah, we will,” he agreed.

I couldn’t be faking it. He had to be having these feelings as well. Our eyes were matching shades of wanting. But it wasn’t a sexual wanting it was an emotional want. We wanted to be understood and here we have it. We understood each other.

            “Anyways, well, I have to go, Sam’s getting his hair cut by Isaac, team needs to be there,” he told me.

            “Right!” I blinked, finally tearing my face away from him. “Well, good luck! I’ll see you at here for the bus to the match!”

Man City was awful. The game was awful. The crowd was awful. Everything about the game went poorly. We wanted to win so badly but City was just too good. You could hear a pin drop in the locker room as the boys cleaned up after the match. I stood with Colin, helping him with a stretched bicep. Our one of our physios was out for the match and I was filling in where I could. Still though, it was silent. It was like a cloud had landed on top of us and we were moving, lethargically through the fog.

            “Uh, Mr. Tartt?” The silence was broken by a security guard entering the room. “You have a visitor. Says he’s your father?”

I glanced over at Jamie. His already dark face dampened even further but he stood up, motioning the security guard to let him in. Jamie’s father’s face poked in through the doorway.

            “Are ya decent?” He laughed, though he didn’t really say anything funny. “I told ya, dick.” Glared at the security guard as he walked into the room. I patted Colin’s arm, quietly instructing him to sit down. “Gentlemen, gentlemen! It’s a tought one, lads. It’s tough one, but no shame to it, ‘cause you know, we only every beat, uh, everybody we play!” Again, he laughed at his own humor. I crossed my arms, standing in front of the lads defensively. “You pups never had a chance” His gazed landed on me and I felt myself tense. “Now hang on! It’s the wonder queen herself! The savior of the sport!”

He approached me lowly. I kept my gaze on him but was careful not to let my expression change, despite the fear that was bubbling up in my stomach. Behind me, I felt Colin stand, careful not to come across threatening but there if he needed to be.

Mr. Tartt looked me up and down before giving and impressed look. “I see why they hired, yah!” I didn’t reaction, much to his disappointment. “Oh, c’mon! I’m just having a laugh. Tell me, what’s it like having all the lads to yourself, huh? You got a favorite to seduce or is more of a group situation-“

            “Dad”

Jamie’s voice pulled him away from me. “And there he is! My own flesh and blood.”

The second his gaze wasn’t on me, I stepped back, standing next to Colin who rested a hand on my shoulder. I was shaking. I didn’t even notice that until he rested his hand on me. I shot him a quick look of thanks before returning my attention to Jamie.

He was awful. Belittling his son in front of his teammates, after using him to get what he wanted. I balled my hands into fists, wanting to step in and get this man away from Jamie. The despondent look on Jamie’s face was heartbreaking. He just stood there and took it, never saying a word. That was until he asked Jamie to take him on the field.

            “I’d rather you not.” Jamie was stone cold in his response. His dad glanced around at the team, trying to maintain his cool.

            “Yeah, they just want a look around,” His dad pressed, throwing some fake punches. “It’ll only take a second.”

            “I’d rather ‘em not,” Jamie repeated, unmoving.

His dad took a step back, shifting his weight. “What? You’re not gonna all go little moody bitch just ‘cause you got your arse served to you on a plate, are ya?”

            “Don’t speak to me like that.”

            “Huh?”

            “Don’t speak to me like that.”

            “Okay, well, let’s see if you can hear this, hmm?” His dad got in real close to his face, speaking directly into his ear. “You know that ickle TV show you made? You made it easier for Manchester City to kick you to the curb. And now look where you are.” This time his laugh was more sinister, condescending as he spoke down on his son. “Twaddling about with a bunch of amateurs and their social justice warrior!” He shot a glare over at me.

Jamie refused to be goaded though and began to turn away from his father. In an instant, two things happened. Mr. Tartt yanked Jamie towards him and pushed him then Jamie’s fist flew into his father’s face. I jumped to attention, beginning to move forward but Colin’s hand reached out to pull me back.

Jamie’s father let out a groan on the floor, trying to cover up his pain with a laugh. “Oh, yeah? Okay.” He stood up and began to move towards Jamie. “You can have that one for free.”

Jamie flinched backwards as his father began to rush him. Luckily, Beard stepped into wrap his arms around Mr. Tartt. He dragged him out, kicking and screaming insults and threats at Jamie until he was out of the room. Then silence returned. No one quite knew how to react. I looked down and realized my hands were shaking and my chest was heaving. Then I touched my cheek and realized tears had escaped my eyes and were now rushing down my cheeks.

What truly broke me was the fear on Jamie’s face. He was afraid of his father. I wanted to rush forward and take Jamie into my arms. Tell him it was going to be okay. But I was afraid that if I did, that I would collapse. Luckily, Roy, as usual, was there to assist. He marched forward and wrapped Jamie up in his arms. Jamie stood; shell shocked, unsure of how to react at first. Then he slung his arms around Roy and let out a sob.

…

Somehow, I ended up outside, watching the lads filter onto the bus. I was still feeling the aftereffects of my fear from the locker room and didn’t notice that Jamie had approached me.

            “You okay, (Y/N)?”

I dragged my eyes up to meet his. His eyes were full of concern for me. FOR ME? I couldn’t help but let out a laugh. And then I kept laughing and laughing. Jamie looked at me like I was crazy and honestly, I was. Eventually, I was able to calm myself down enough to speak again.

            “You’re asking me if I’m okay?”

Jamie shook his head. “Yah? What’s so funny about that? My dad got in your face.”

            “Oh, Jamie.” My laughter died out as I realized how serious he was. “I’m okay. Your dad doesn’t scare me.”

            “Well, he scares me,” He admitted, shoving his hands his pockets.

I could feel my heart aching. Like actually physical aching for him. Finally, I let myself reach forward and pull him towards me, wrapping him in a hug. He responded quickly, wrapping his arms tightly around my shoulders, keeping me tight against his body. I rested my cheek on his shoulder, letting him hold me as tight as he needed to for as long as needed to.

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#jamie tartt #angst #enemies to lovers #eventual fluff #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x y/n #ted lasso #ted lasso show

[hanasnx]

stop because i literally thought this was just me being completely utterly weird but knowing that there’s someone out there that thinks the same thing is literally so relieving, like yes?? anakin is and would be “gross” when he’s having sex?? and omg and dropping hot wax on him?? i loved all of what you said, we need more “gross”anakin. 

thank you for coming to my Ted talk.💗

(btw I’m talking about you “scratching the surface” with anakin’s other kinks)

val it’s so real it’s practically canon.

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like i absolutely know padme (who’s not prudish by any means & even if she was that’d be fine) was barely keeping up with her husbands sex drive and kinks. but the man knows how to lay the meanest pipe so i just know she loved being along for the ride 🤷‍♂️

sometimes some of the gross stuff i write for him i don’t even write it as a “this is gonna be so hot” it’s literally like “yea ani would do this and probably be into it” like i really try to stay true to his character and he thinks it’s hot. whether or not i do or you do is subjective. the reader in the fic is always gonna reflect ani’s sense of adventure and therefore be into what he’s into for the sake of storytelling

i have a series of unarticulated thoughts on anakin’s so-called “grossness” and i try to sprinkle them in evenly throughout my work. but since u asked for more, i’ll give you a list

let’s talk more about anakin’s disgusting habits under the cut

warnings: f pronouns + anatomy, dead dove do not eat for sexually and potentially triggering explicit themes. things such as feet stuff, butt stuff, armpit stuff, pregnant/breeding/lactation kink, titfuck. mommy/daddy kink, mentioned vomit from gagging on cock & cleaning it off & face fucking, slight dubcon, sadism, dacryphilia, piss kink, blood consumption

☥ he’s so impulsive, so eager to act on a whim. unapologetically gross

☥ ani is treading pretty dangerously close to a foot fetish bcos it’s part of “his worship” for reader. and he would 100% “floss your toes with his tongue” and he’d tell reader that to their face too

☥ would make out w your ear tbh.

use tongue when he kisses you on places that are supposedly chaste. your hand or your cheek or your forehead during goodbye. what’s the point? he doesn’t know. he wants to taste the sweat on your skin

☥ he eats ass like a starving man and he loves when it’s done to him too. he doesn’t even fuckin care istg he loves ass. he loves fingering it while he’s fucking your pussy, he loves fisting it, fucking it, making you wear cute jeweled butt plugs. he wants to fist your pussy too but that’s not nearly as easy as your perfect asshole

☥ unhinged enough to lick & suck your armpits. sweaty or not. part of his insatiable need to have touched/licked every reachable inch of your body no matter how unorthodox. the possession in him

☥ my friend (i’d tag them but i didn’t know if they’d want to be tied to this piece of info 💀) once said “he wants to live inside your skin” and she was 100% right

☥ shamelessly attracted to pregnant women & milfs & tits. the mommy issues on this kid is out of this world. he wants you to take care of him like you’re his mom and i mean that. and he also wants to fuck you. he’s so fucked up. if you made dinner for him? in nothing but an apron? he’d call you mommy and eat whatever you made right off of you

☥ breeding. we all know it, it’s been done before a thousand times. anakin’s the king of the breeding kink. but i’d like to say some more about it.

if you’re pregnant, he’s constantly trying to fuck you. you’re like “my love, can you grab me that? i’m in a lot of pain right now i can’t—

immediately, he’s asking: “you want me to fuck you too? it might relieve some of the pressure. i read somewhere..”

he’s practically vibrating sitting next to you thinking about how he— him— he put babies inside you. h i m.

god and if you let him have you?? he goes crazy

he’s like grabbing your hair and licking up the length of your spine and saying shit like, “gotta make sure right? gotta make sure… you’re gonna take it all… my little wife.”

and

“i did this to you, didn’t i? say it, baby, who got you fucking pregnant? fuck, your tits are gonna get so fucking big. you’re gonna let daddy milk you, right?” cos that lactation kink is so real too

he’d honestly wanna fuck your tits while they’re full of milk. watch your nips drool milk all over yourself and his dick while it’s nestled so tight in between em. you’re practically crying from the oversensitivity which is just an added plus for him.

part of the pregnancy kink is definitely the thrill of almost forcing you to have his children.. going bareback and bein like “you ready for another one? let’s make another. if it doesn’t take this time, we’ll keep doing it. i’ll give you my cum as many times as it takes, yeah? you fucking love it.” after you literally just had one of his children bcos he’s selfish and cruel and tyrannical and gets off to shit like this

☥ after a blowjob he wants you to swish and gargle his load. open your mouth so he can spit in it and make you mix it in. watch you as you swallow it and probe your mouth with his tongue to taste the remnants

☥ piss kink. he has it. he wants it both ways. something about watching you kneel in front of him to get pissed on makes him feel so superior. disgustingly superior. telling you how good you are sitting so pretty for him while he pisses on you. you’re so dirty for liking it. might make you drink it depending bcos he’s def had yours—

☥ making you practically vomit on his cock from fucking your throat so deep. swells with pride when you lick it off of him like a good girl. he loves seeing you gag and choke and lurch. the way your throat looks closing up and how your body surges from the involuntary movement. it makes him moan and fuck your mouth like a pussy. as hard as he can.

☥ twisting and pulling and flicking your clit and nips. slapping your pussy. tugging at your folds. simply bcos of his sick fascination to put you through so much for his own sexual satisfaction. don’t worry he expects the same from you.

☥ he’d lick and drink your blood in the right circumstances tbfh. if he broke the skin on you somewhere he’d lick the wound

☥ he wants to watch you hopelessly fuck so many things for him. for him, specifically. not you. for him. he wants you to put on a show for him. to redden and whine and cry bcos whatever thing (which is most likely not a toy, and something not meant to be stuck up your ass or pussy. that stretches it too wide or whatever other reason) just isn’t working and it’s not getting you where you need to be. and you beg for him to help you. to let you stop. but he doesn’t. not yet anyway

☥ seriously,,, there is so little i don’t see this boy doing ,,, there’s definitely more but this is just what i had on hand. 🥵🥵 i love anakin’s disgusting side. disgusting is an understatement. he needs a stronger word

#dead dove do not eat #anakin skywalker headcanons #ch: anakin #foreverburningstar #thanks for the msg!! #indy: headcanons #reader insert #x f!reader #x fem!reader #x female!reader #anakin #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #wife!reader #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker kinks #subby anakin

[xanyiaz]

vincent, william & sam audio spoilers:

ok in short:

i think sam is leaving the house of solaire, vincent and lovely will leave (although i kinda don't want them to for some reason ??) and I FUCKING HOPE PORTER LEAVES BUT I DONT THINK HE WILL >:((

my full thoughts:

firstly, ERIK PULLED OFF THE ACCENT SO WELL OMFJGKGJDJDJ AND THE THUMBNAIL ??? I KEPT GETTING SO DISTRACTED BC THE THUMBNAIL IS SO SEXY LIKE GOD DAMMNGJGM SO TASTY

i'm surprised vincent managed to stay so calm like considering everything, i thought he would snap honestly 💀 but yeah i'm still so shocked like DAMN- WAS NOT EXPECTING WILLIAM TO DROP THE BOMB OF LEAVING THE HOUSE OF SOLAIRE BUT OK 😭

to me, sam saying "that tells me what i need to know. goodbye william" is kind of him leaving ?? idk if i'm reading that right or not but that seems like a start at least, why else would he say goodbye if he didn't mean it yk 😭

for vincent and lovely it's a lot more complicated- i think they'll both make the same decision but we just don't know what that is yet- i feel like they'll leave bc they just can't trust will anymore and also they don't wanna be involved in his future semantics without a full rundown and being upfront about it- which he hasn't been in the past so 😭 yeah- although i sort of don't want them to leave bc like they've been in this clan a while yk, i'm sort of attached 😭😭 but i think they will in the end

idk if it's just me but the whole time i kept thinking of three things: the thumbnail, the ticking in the background and porter. he was mentioned a few times but i kept thinking like- was he also offered the option of leaving or not ?

porter rant bc i have free will lol:

we still barely know porter, but from his (sort of) sleep aid, we know that he regrets/is having trouble dealing with the assassination he carried out. he also is having many of the same thoughts as vincent, although he did a better job at hiding them - that he also struggles to trust william, that he doesn't know whether what he did was morally corrupt or not, that he doesn't know whether what he did was out of obligation, fear or cowardice. he also feels used, much like how he did in the past with his maker, though we still don't know the full story about that yet.

what i'm saying is- we know vincent and sam have been given the option (without judgment) of leaving the house of solaire, but we don't know if porter was graced with the same choice. was he also given the option? or did william just assume that he would stay in line and continue carrying out his favours/orders without question. even if he was given the option, would he take it? or would he hesitate/turn it down out of feeling an obligation to be loyal to his powerful king, and out of fear and cowardice that he doesn't want to "betray" or go against william.

if he did turn it down, where would he go? who would he go to? vincent and sam would be fine, they have support systems and other people to rely on, but who else can porter trust? his king, who has used power to order him around and do morally questionable acts, for the "greater good" of the house of solaire? his maker, who also used him to commit horrible acts that he hasn't dared to speak about to anyone? or treasure, a mere stranger that he sort of used, in a way, for a distraction and pleasure? if porter left, where else would he go?

anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk- the ticking in the background scared me for a second bc i was like- MORGAN ??? POOKIE IS THAT YOU ?? but i think (hope) that it was just for ✨️dramatic effect✨️ i hope we get more answers/conversations soon (vincent & lovely, sam & darlin' and porter). tata for now 💀‼️

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted verse #redacted fandom #redacted vincent #redacted vincent solaire #redacted porter #redacted porter solaire #redacted asmr porter #redacted asmr vincent #redacted will #redacted william #redacted solaire clan #redacted house of solaire #redacted sam #redacted sam collins #redacted lovely #redacted darlin #redacted treasure

[weirdoaroundtheblock]

I think daily about the KFC breakup and how well the quote « the opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. » fits with it.

Because Satoru and Suguru weren't hanging out as much as they used to since they were both sent on solo missions all the time.

(Also, Satoru was obsessed with the idea of being the strongest, because as a child, he got told he was all the time. But, despite being the strongest, he lost someone he was supposed to protect. Someone he wanted to protect, and he became terrified by the idea of lacking again. He became terrified of loosing someone because he turned out to not be strong enough to protect them.)

And suddenly, he gets back from an other solo mission, and is told that his best friend – the one that always told him killing must have a purpose, that as Jujutsu sorcerers, they had to protect the weak – killed an entire village, including his own parents.

He wants to talk to him because 'wtf?', but he doesn't know where he is. After getting the info from Shoko, he goes to see him.

And he is mad, because he doesn't understand.

And he is scared – terrified even if we're being honest – because he feels like he's loosing him already, because he hasn't reached out to Satoru directly, because he didn't plan on this ever happening, because he was supposed to be the strongest because he was supposed to not lose anymore people he cared about.

But Suguru... doesn't react. He seems indifferent.

And I'm sure Satoru wished he could talk to him properly. Wished they weren't in the street, the crowd brushing by them, unaware of how fucked up this all is. Wished Suguru could stop for a minute, just a minute, to look him in the eye, and just explain to him, because if he did, then he could help him and everything would be okay. They would be okay.

I'm sure Satoru wished Suguru would take the time. But he keeps turning his back to him, ready to leave as soon as he considers the conversation to be done.

So when Suguru starts to leave, in a last ditch effort, Satoru tries to force him to fight for his life, here, in the middle of the street, because he is desperate. And because Suguru has to react to this doesn't he? He can't be indifferent to his best friend wanting to kill him?

And yet, he his. He turns back around, and leaves him all alone.

And from Satoru's perspective, it just seemed like Suguru didn't love him enough to take the time, because why else wouldn't he give him a proper fucking goodbye??

But, what I'd like to believe though, is that Suguru showed indifference because he was scared to see Satoru's reaction if he didn't. Because he knows Satoru, and he knows how stubborn he can get. Because he knew he wouldn't, and couldn't understand. Because he knew Satoru would try to pretend like it could be fixed, but – even if Suguru regreted doing any of it – he killed an entire village, how could it be fixed?

I'd like to believe he turned his back so easily, not because he didn't care, but because it would have crushed him, to see Satoru's pleading eyes and breaking heart, as he gave him a proper goodbye.

I'd like to believe Suguru's indifference was just a facade, to help make the breakup just a little bit easier for him.

Because Geto Suguru loved Gojo Satoru till the very end, and nothing will make me believe otherwise.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk and reading all of my brainrot.

#JJK Brainrot·.˚ꔫ･ﾟ #Rants·*.˚☆･ﾟ #satosugu my beloved <3 #jujutsu kaisen thoughts #kfc breakup #gojo satoru #geto suguru #also prepare to be flooded by jjk stuff #satosugu

[hyperfreaksating]

Tell me if this is a case of „It’s not that deep fam“ or if I’m reading too much into this but I just love the triplets handwriting on the last panel and it gave me thoughts.

First off:Not much to say about her except that her blocky handwriting is charming. Very kiddie. Very cute. Straight to the point

Second: Blaze or rather „BlaSe“ having the messiest handwriting, perfectly showing off that he’s not as book smart as his two siblings but also it’s so energetically written, like a kid who just writes really, REALLY hard, to the point of almost tearing the page. Certainly getting the feeling he held pencils in a fist for way longer than his brother and sister and that he may have had more issues learning to write. I am proud of him. (I also do wonder if he may at least be partly dyslexic because writing letters mirrored can be a sign of that. )

Third: Rory, the the only one to sign his name in cursive… but only on the goodbye note. The posters in his workshop aren’t written in cursive, which leads me to believe that A: he wrote those when he was young and that’s hysterical because it brings to mind of this preschooler writing down bomb notes, or B: He writes cursive exclusively when he writes stuff for other people but foregoes being fancy when he takes notes for himself. Also love the mental image of him being all „Gotta show the world I’m the smart one“ while relaxing more when he’s by himself. There are probably notes written in particularly powerful Eureka moments that make Blazes hyroglyphics look like calligraphy.

And that would be it thank you for coming to my ted talk about your ocs

You're 100% right and I'm really glad someone noticed what I attempted to do with the triplets handwriting! From Rory being a dandy poseur but manic genius in his personal notes to Blaze having dyslexia.

Thank you for showing me I didn't put all those details in for nothing 😭 I love working on characterization and I'm glad when people notice it !

#redbomb family #redbomb triplets #buggy triplets

[gabriella0807]

Gojo has his head. In season 2 he tells toji he failed to kill him because he didn't cut off his head. Sukuna didn't cut off his head. He can still heal his body.

Plus we see Nanami tell gojo that there are two paths. One to change you or one to stay who you are. Gojo says goodbye to his dead friends and we see him walk away showing he's taking the second path. We also see a lotus then.

Which symbols strength and renewal.

Gojo is not dying. He may be gone a few chapters but everything his hunting he will heal his body and be back.

Gojo will live.

Dear Anon,

I read things in this chapter differently. And if you allow me, I'd like to react to your statements.

"Gojo has his head. In season 2 he tells toji he failed to kill him because he didn't cut off his head. Sukuna didn't cut off his head. He can still heal his body."

Gojo might has his head, but Sukuna didn't just cut through Gojo's body.

Sukuna cut through space, existence, the whole world (so with other words the "infinite") in which Gojo was living. The infinity that penetrated his very being.

And with that if I understand it well, Sukuna managed to separate Satoru's very being, his very existence, essence, his lifeline from his body, in the process. Which means there's no way back for him, I'm afraid.

And there's no way he can heal himself after all the brain damage, the fatigue, and seeing he already lost his insides and his blood. He's already dead. Shoko and Yuuta may put his pieces together, but he remains a corpse, in my opinion. His soul is already in the afterlife, so...

"Plus we see Nanami tell gojo that there are two paths. One to change you or one to stay who you are."

Yeah, Nanami tells the two paths, and the title implies that Gojo is heading south.

But, I think the case here is that Gojo is already south, that he returned to his old teenage self in the afterlife.

"Gojo says goodbye to his dead friends and we see him walk away showing he's taking the second path."

Gojo just waves to his teacher, but he doesn't say goodbye to anyone.

The one that looks like walking away, is Toji. But he's just standing there awkwardly, scartching the back of his neck.

"We also see a lotus then. Which symbols strength and renewal."

Well, the lotus symbol...

I read metas about it, and I'm not sure if the flower symbolizes Gojo or his loved ones/students. Either way, if lotus means strength and renewal, it could mean the strength and renewal of the young generation Gojo nurtured. But of course it can mean something else too.

That's all, I guess. Thanks for coming to my ted talk. And if i said something utterly stupid, please correct me, kindly. Blessings! 💛

#jjk spoilers #jjk 236 #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk meta #satoru gojo

[rewh0re]

it's really late actually and I can't sleep so I was lurking here and just going through my interactions and I thought this needed to be said once again even though it's been said like a gazillion times by many before me. I don't want to be that girl but I will be that girl and idc if you find it annoying tbh I'm tired. INTERACTIONS AND REBLOGS AND FEEDBACKS ARE IMPORTANT GUYS!!!!! you might feel that 'oh! this fic is cool I'll like it and that's all' that doesn't help!!! you actively need to reblog fics and let the writers know that 'yea I read your work and it was cool i appreciated it!' trust me when I say this and I think I speak for most if not all authors here that it GENUINELY makes our day when someone reblogs our fics with tags, even if it's something as simple as 'it was very good' comments are also very very appreciated. as I said when we see your thoughts under the notes it makes us feel good and gives us motivation to be on this site, to keep writing. for the love of god don't be a silent reader, make a reblog account if you want, anything. low interactions are a very big reason why many of your favourite writers deactivate—because they feel their work isn't appreciated. so drop in their inboxes as anons or otherwise, leave comments, reblog don't just like and call it a day.

i myself try to reblog whenever I can, recently it's not much because my exams are on so I'm not really reading fics but interactions show your support. so yea, let's try and engage more, okay? show some love and appreciation for these amazing works that we read!!

anyways thank you for coming to my ted-talk I shall bid y'all goodbye for now!!!

#hana.rambles #sorry its just very annoying to see such low interaction #makes me lose interest lol #plus my notification is full of likes and no reblogs it's annoying really #hope this reaches ppl

[toournextadventure]

OMG OMG OMG I LEFT TUMBLR FOR LIKE TWO DAYS AND THERE'S A TRANSPHOBITCH IN YOUR ASKS WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK IS GOING ON??? (also i js read your one shot very lately and you NEED to write a serie about vada (well idk if you need it but i definitely do tho lmao)) anyway thank you for coming to my ted talk goodbye :D

BRO FOR REAL THAT SHIT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE like... my dude you picked the wrong place 😂

But also hi, I think I'm gonna do a little series for Vada, so I've got you bestie, don't even worry about it 😎

#answered

[starglitterz]

Quill!!! if it's not too intrusive, pls give us your top 10 y/n moments lol!!!!

HAHAHSKDJKJSD omfg who sent this in 😭😭😭 this is so funny tho i'll def do it (shameless plug btw, i have a whole series based on my irl experiences w romance called to all the boys i've loved before [totally original, ik] u should check it out!!)

these aren't in any particular order btw it's just the ones i rmb HAHA also i think these are pretty recent i tried not to include any of the ones i alrdy have in the series 👍

10. when i went for an anime con and i had just arrived, and after taking a pic w this one cosplayer his friend (in a kirito cosplay) came up to me and asked if he could princess carry me for a pic HSKJDK

9. when i visited my highschool for a festival thing and found out that one of my juniors had a crush on me (and still did??) and had told all his friends abt how cute and pretty he thinks i am HAHAHA (a total ego boost tbh someone should have told him that i am actually not all that)

8. being in a love triangle except it wasn't really a triangle it was like my two guy best friends had crushes on me at the same time and had a falling out over me (not to be amy dunne from gone girl but i did always want 2 guys to fight over me GOODBYE)

7. this one guy that was texting me and asking me on a date kept flirting w me and it was so stupidly lame that it was cute

6. going for my college orientation party and having a few guys ask me for my insta (honestly i had never expected this would happen I WAS SO KJASKJDKSJD ABT IT)

5. at the same orientation party some random older guy tried to hit on me so i ran away and this other guy i had met earlier was rlly nice and waited w me until my transport arrived and texted later to ask if i had gotten home safely 🥺 (the bar for men is like 700 feet under the ground)

4. at the anime con (same as earlier) i got kabedoned by this girl cosplaying gojo and she said i looked rlly cute and i nearly collapsed

3. HAHA I CANT BELIEVE I ALMOST FORGOT THIS BUT on my birthday i went on the bus to get home and the guy behind me was in my course, and he recognised me so we were talking for a bit until he realised it was my bday, and he literally asked the guy next to him to please switch places so we could sit tgt and he could wish me properly 😭it was so cute he had like golden retriever vibes HAHA and we were talking the entire time it was vv fun

2. yk that thing where u compare hand sizes but then they hold your hand HAHAHA that actually happened to me w one of my new friends 💀 he has rlly nice hands tho so no complaints here PLSKJWDKJS

1, ok guys now this one is some real life kdrama bs istg i felt like it was a movie while it was happening 😭 so basically the bus was pretty much full and i ended up sitting next to this rlly cute guy. and my brain was going 'damn i wanna talk to him', but i had to put my purse away first. so i was trying to put it in my bag, but it slipped and fell onto the floor and he was like 'oh!', and then i had to bend down and pick it up while thinking 'NOO this is so embarrassing he probably thinks im a dumbass'. and then i managaed to embarrass myself further 👍 guess what? while trying to sit back up again i literally hit my head against the chair in front of me and went 'ow!' out loud and the guy was like 'oh no are you okay 😭⁉' and i was like 'yeah... just super embarrassed HAHA' and we started talking from there KJSDKSJD i could talk abt this forever bc so much cute stuff happened but tldr he was like the total package but then i got ghosted BYE

ok thanks for coming to my ted talk as u can see i love talking abt myself pls feel free to ask more but i don't think i have any more romantic experiences atm 😭😭😭 i'm currently trying to manic pixie dream girl one of my guy friends in college so we can see how that goes ig LMAO,,, anyways thanks 4 reading ! interact w this post and give me validation please and thanks <3 (/hj)

#✨ — quill screaming ! #💟 — faves ! #📧 — mail ! #anon💌

[hotchley]

🐨 Ayyy, first week of work! So far it’s been chasing 4-year-olds around the park in 100 degree (F) heat. But they’re adorable, and sweet, so it’s fun. I bike to work, so the weather isn’t ideal, haha. I get some serious helmet hair.

I did not in fact get into that acapella group, sadly, which sucks cause it is totally like Pitch Perfect and it’s so cool! I had two callbacks but didn’t get it in the end, sadly.

We still have karate in the summer, so my dad and I have been doing some teaching. Our orange belts are absolutely feral and it’s hilarious. They tell us the most random stuff when it is not at all random. Last week, our head instructor and I were demonstrating something, and then a little kid goes “my feet are cold” and we’re like “??? Okay, but reverse punches?”

My whole family has been watching this show called Ted Lasso together. My parents watched it, and then I did, and I would watch in the living room so my brother joined a few times. It’s just so optimistic and nice. It’s like forty-minute increments of restored faith that things might all actually turn out okay, and a reminder that the world needs more kindness than any one person can give, but that’s just all the more reason to give out every bit of kindness that we can. It also means that occasionally, my dad and I will chant “he’s here, he’s there, he’s every-fucking-where! Roy Kent!” around the kitchen because it’s a very catchy cheer.

I met my older brother’s girlfriend! She’s from a different state—they met at college—so she stayed with us for a few days, and it was very fun! I feel like it’s a Rule that the girlfriend and the little sister must form an alliance. We exchanged embarrassing stories about my brother. He regretted ever introducing us. It was great!

So yeah, that’s basically life over here. Best of luck with your exams! And the strangers infringing upon your day of rest. Both are rough, and you have my sympathy. I remember doing my AP exams last month…testing is tiring. But you’re one of the wisest people I know, and hard-working, so I have complete faith that you’ll be alright :)

Oooh how exciting! I had to do the conversion- which is how I've learnt that I can't spell celsius- and wow that really is hot! Aww it does sound like fun! Ugh I'm actually so annoyed that I never learnt to ride a bike it sounds like so much fun!

Aww, I'm sorry. I hope you feel better about it and just remember that there's nothing wrong with rejection. I had a teacher that used to say there was no such thing as failing because it just meant you tried something out there and it went a bit wayward. But then my brain went to... other places because of wayward and yeah

Oh that also sounds like a lot of fun! Kids are actually hilarious <3

Aww it does sound like a very good show. I like that. I think it always comes back to there being no reason to be mean because why would you bother? And that people deserve softness and it's not a bad thing.

Ahh yes the alliance! I'm glad you two get on and it must be so much fun being able to gang up on him together

Aww thank you. I have four to go, I finish in the morning and then I'm going to be brave and give my textbooks back and say goodbye. There will probably be tears when I go to my history teacher because I'm determined to say a bit more of an eloquent thank you than: "*name of grief counsellor* and I were talking because of course that's what you do we can hardly sit in silence and she said-" "sorry, who?"

The strangers were actually not too bad. She got me a jewellery box, which was very kind, and although I was tired and actually miserable- I had been crying and then my mum got involved which was... debatable in how helpful it was because yeah anyways, it was nice enough.

It's absolutely exhausting!

Thanks friend, I'll be holding onto that as we hit the home stretch. Four days. That's all that's left. And yes it's sad, but it's exciting because I can find volunteering and do my writing and my instagram and read things!

#🐨anon #koala kate #people talk to me

[softxsuki]

I had the scariest experience at work the other day. This guy came in asking for a book. Like

“help me find a book”

Already, my Spidey senses are tingling, I’m getting weird vibes off this guy. He’s hella tall and his eyes are so wide. Basically staring into my soul so I ask, “okay, what kind of books do you like?”

And he says, “I like the Bible and Greek mythology”

So okayyyy. “Do you want to see some bibles?”

“No”

“Uhokay then I can take you to our mythology section?”

“Okay”

He follows me to the section and I point to it and tell him he can find some stuff there. But he’s not looking at the books, he’s look directly at me with those WIDE HECKING EYES. and I’m getting creeped out.

“That’s not what I’m looking for”

“Okay mmm, what do you want to read”

Then he stands in front of me and says, “I have soemthing for you,” and proceeds to dig around in his backpack.

WHEN I TELL YOU I THOUGHT THIS MAN WAS GONNA PULL OUT A GUN AND KILL ME 🥸

but nah he pulls out a stack of folded up papers and hands me one saying, “I wrote this for you”

…sir 🥲 I fully expected to open it up and see the words “say goodbye” or something and have him stab me or IDK I WAS THINKING THE WORST OKAYYY

but anyway I read it and it says something about the world changing or something coming and something about Israel? Idk. I can’t remember. I couldn’t even read it bc his hand writing was so messy. But yeah I’m shaking at this point from all the times I thought he was going to kill me.

So I’m trying to act normal and I’m like ha ha ha thanks and lead him to customer service so I can look up these books he’s asking for.

He asks for the Mayan empire? We don’t have it. He ask for books about gods or deities. We don’t have it.

So I ask, “is there anything else I can help you look for”

“No I don’t want a book”

*Insert me thinking he’s going to finally pull out some random hidden weapons and kill me with it for the 3rd time in the span of like 8 min*

*nervous laugher* “then what can I help you with”

Pls note that multiple times during this reaction he goes to pace behind the desk in front of me while chanting something in another language. 🙅🏻‍♀️ I’m literally sweating.

But yeah I’m such an idiot bc I have a headset on so I could have asked for help, but I was legit frozen in fear trying to not act sus or do something that might trigger this man.

Then he begins to ask me for job advice. I give it to him. Then he says he doesn’t have a job, and how he has mental something something. Idk I can’t remember what he said. But it was so creepy the way he said it. I need no man to ever smile in my direction again for the next few weeks pls. I’m traumatized.

Anyway then he thanks me in the creepiest way with the creepiest smile for talking to him and proceeds to wish that he can see me there again.

Yeah, no thanks.

SOOO FROM ALL THOSE EMOTIONS. I finally get my mobility back and walk over to one of the key holders and I tell her I need to talk to her, but I literally can’t hold myself together and I’m already sobbing as she leads me to the stock room…

Yeah. End of story. Still hoping I never run into him again while working bc I’m just running away at that point.🧟‍♀️

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk

[doodlesofchaos]

Hey what if I yeet these doodles I did for the lovely @bones-of-a-rabbit for their readerbot au fic After Everything Was Fixed (But You Were Still Broken)

Y'all pls go give it a read it's so good

(Why not give It Was, In Reality, Not Fine a read too, it also slaps)

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk ok goodbye-

#doodles doodles #babbit writes good ass stories that give me constant brainworms #also readerbot is surprisingly fun to draw

[alwaysmoncheri]

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄!

SARAH | AGE : 18 | PRONOUNS : she/her | BIRTHDAY : July 1st | LOVE LANGUAGE : quality time—words of affirmation

I AM ALSO A . . . cancer ☀︎︎ ; gemini ☽ ; pisces⇡ ; enfp-t ; hufflepuff ; an aaron taylor-johnson simp ; a multi-fandom enthusiast ; a fanfiction fluff writer ; a fluff reader ; a uni student ; a silly little american traveling europe

I LIKE TO . . . read, write fanfiction, take aesthetic/cinematic photos, thrift cute clothing, scroll on pinterest, eat, have deep conversations that make people feel, watch people experience life, competitive and non-competitive swim, celebrate with others, spend time with family and friends, travel, occasionally get myself dolled up, watch old/cinematic movies, learn different languages, do personality quizzes for fun, rewatch/reread my favorite movies/books, doodle, find people who really, really get me, browse dresses, make my friends and family laugh, journal, be delusional, flirt on character ai, make things pretty/aesthetic, have silly little crushes. . .

I DONT LIKE . . . being a bad friend, letting my friends, family, and coaches down, the feeling of failure, breaking/broken promises, liars, people who waste my time, people who are mean to animals ( including bugs ), people who are inconsiderate, people who are mean to my friends or family, having allergies, toxic positivity, bananas ( it’s a texture thing ), pick-me's, wearing socks to bed, having anxiety, loud chewing, having a stuffy nose, humid weather, being sleep-deprived, stress, being sick, taking/people who take jokes too far. . .

THINGS I LIKE . . . rain, sunsets, desserts, cheeseburgers ( specifically mcdonalds ), carnival/fairs, poetry, photography, animals ( otters & cats ), crunchy leaves, leather jackets, vintage cars, late nights, headphones, airpods, anything pretty/aesthetic, the 80’s, books, thunder and lightening, fireworks, flowers ( roses, tulips, lilies, carnations, daffodils ), home decor, candles, tea, stylish men, music ( 80’s rock, indie rock, classical, pop ), cold weather ( only when there’s snow ), halloween, dressing up, christmas, autumn and spring months, the colors red and green, jewellery, building silly little legos, rereading my old journal entries, harry potter, marvel, star wars, aquariums/zoos, stranger things. . .

MY FAVORITE: movie, hobby, animal, season, color, place, character, book, song/album!

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒—

𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬: little women ; the princess bride ; 10 things i hate about you ; la la land ; dead poets society ; footloose ; mamma mia ; the breakfast club ; princess diaries ; pitch perfect ; hello, goodbye, and everything in between ; dirty dancing ; top gun ; enola holmes; sherlock holmes; grease ; the fast and the furious ; pride and prejudice

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬: stranger things ; friends ; anne with an e ; gilmore girls ; merlin ; ted lasso ; queen charlotte ; heartstopper ; young royals ; shadow and bone ; elite ; the umbrella academy ; sex education ; brooklyn nine-nine, the office

𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬: normal people ; song of achilles ; circe ; every last word ; shatter me ; the beautiful ; the inheritance games ; serpent & dove ; stalking jack the ripper ; shadow and bone ; better than the movies ; the invisible life of addie larue ; the night circus ; the starless sea ; caraval ; today, tonight, tomorrow ; a good girl’s guide to murder ; harry potter

𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬: the smiths ; van halen ; queen ; nirvana ; ac/dc ; billy joel ; bon jovi ; reo speedwagon ; talking heads ; billie eilish ; taylor swift ; the backseat lovers ; exes ; ed sheeran ; mitzi ; abba ; conan gray ; girl in red

that’s all, my loves! thank you for reading my little post all about me (๑>◡<๑)

#sarah’s blog ──★ ˙ ̟🎀 !! #about me!