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mggsv · 10 months

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Little Gub

f!reader x mgg (angst)

summary: it’s been years…a very long time. her hair was fluffy just like his- her smile a carbon copy. her dark hair, eyes and tan skin were all traits of her mother, but you could still see him in her as they laughed together, Matthew..

warnings: mentions of miscarriages and sex

“Well which one does the princess want?” you hear a male voice on the verge of laughter.

“That one- that Barbie comes with a car like the one i have!” came a little girl’s voice afterwards, in which the male voice laughed. “Of course you can Little Gub.”

You knew that voice- all too well. It’s a voice you wish you’d forgotten. One that you didn’t want to think about, yet it replays in your head everyday.

You close your eyes tightly, counting softly to 5. You were scared, knowing that if you opened your eyes he’d be there, and with her. His little angel..his pride and joy. His daughter. She was all grown up now- she was turning 6 soon. You’d never forget when he told you- how excited he was when she got pregnant..when she had her. How you were his first phone call when she went into labor..how after that day you never talked to Matthew again.

Your eyes welled up with tears, but you didn’t want to cry, let alone go into a full on panic attack in the mall. You were shopping for art supplies. You owned a shop nearby- business is good..you’re good, or so you told yourself. Tucking your head into the bags of yarn in your hand you walked pass them as fast as you could. Your heart raced, the tears fell.

“no no- don’t do this to me now..” you whispered to yourself. Only a few steps left, you told yourself. Only a few more steps until you could breathe the fresh morning air and get into your car and forget it ever happened. Only a few..

“Ow!” you snapped back into reality, looking down at her..and one of your bags that laid by her feet.

“oh-! I’m sorry- I’m so sorry.” you scrambled for the bag, cursing yourself in your head. “I’m very sorry..”

“Y/N?” You hear his voice- he said your name. You haven’t heard it fall from his lips in years.

“I’m very sorry-“

“Y/N- it’s okay, it’s alright she’s just dramatic.” In which the girl sticks out her tongue. You gather your bag together and apologize again.

“It’s been a long time, we should hang out! Matter of fact- Little Gub’s birthday is tomorrow, how about you come?” You shake your head,

“I’m sorry- I can’t.” Your hands were shaking as you brushed past him, shoulder bumping his arm..it makes you suck in a shuddering breath as you bolted for the doors to freedom.

The trip to your car felt like a lifetime. Once you were in you turned on the ac, not even bothering to put in your seatbelt. Once you could finally..finally sit back, you cried. You let the last seven years out- hell, you screamed even. you can still hear it..the words leaving your mouth that day- that day that it got worse.

“..another miscarriage.” you had muttered to Matthew. You swallowed down the tears and smiled. “It’s okay though- we can try again, there’s nothing wrong with trying again.” You began to walk away to the front desk when he grabbed you from behind, his head leaning into your neck.

“I’m sorry-“

“It’s not you Matthew, the doctor said nothing’s wrong on your end..it’s me, but we can try again..” He didn’t miss the way your shoulder’s shook as you held back the flow of tears. You didn’t want to cry. You cried the first two times..by three you decided that doubting having a baby won’t allow you to have one- and now with four, it was the hardest thing ever. What hurt you the most was Matthew blaming himself for your misfortune. The doctor told you both it was impossible because of your infertility.

“I love you.” He whispered afterwards…

Over the course of six months after that you didn’t ignore how sad Matthew looked- how disappointed he’d be when the pregnancy tests came back negative, or when you bled within your first week of carrying what could be your child. It was eating him alive, and you couldn’t handle it.

You stopped having sex. You couldn’t even look at him without wanting to break down. You found yourself apologizing to him when he held you in bed..you cried together.

You ended things. You couldn’t help but smile when you did so..you didn’t want to cry, but you didn’t want to lose him either. It was only months later he met her…she was beautiful the first time he’d talked to you on the phone about it. You stayed up for hours listening to his ranting. It was like you were best friends again, before you caught feelings for one another..

They got together shortly afterwards, and again he told you all about it. How happy he sounded..

She became pregnant the following year.

You didn’t miss the excitement in his voice as he talked to you on the phone. He was on speaker, you only stared at the phone through the tears that raced down your cheeks.

And then she had her..his Little Gub he called her, Clementine Marilyn Gubler. He called you before she went into labor, you didn’t pick up a phone call after that day. You read his texts to you- her name, how big she was- he told you everything.

He was finally happy..it’s what you wanted, something good for him. And you…You’d be okay. Therapy was nice for a while, the meds worked wonders. You didn’t like being sober enough to think about them..the happy family Matthew had that wasn’t yours.

You moved on…you found your shop, it was your home your everything. But you knew..something was missing, something you’d never get back.

A knock on your window made you jump. You look over, Matthew’s face smiling sadly at you. He looked over the tear stains on your cheeks, Clementine in his arms. You let down the window as he slides a piece of paper to you, an invitation. It was pink with Barbie on it.

“My number’s on the back, give me a call okay? I’d like to talk again, Y/N..”

He gives you a head nod as he pulls back. You roll up the window and watch as he walks away.. he wasn’t parked far. You can see him kiss her head before putting her in the backseat of the car.

He stared at her for a minute…and then there was a smile. You watch Matthew get into his car, but you were already gone by the time he drove away.

You could help glancing at the pink invitation in your lap, knowing you wouldn’t be showing up

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barneysballsoffire · 7 months

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a day in the life of BARNEY🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️😜

6AM

swagful singing sesh📣‼️

7Am my girl give me goldfish snacks 😝😝

8am smoking polymers🛢❗️ in breans’ house

9am ♥️♠️♦️♣️community bingo🃏🍸🤑🎰

8AM sidewalk sandiwxh meal🔥🫙

AM 🧮counting & adding worksheet

11am limirr’s🥳 furneal 😂😂🤣

12pa 👑mygirl take me out on a dat🌹

13pm 🪩hit the gub

2PM rememebreng how cool & fire i am 😌

3Pm chease steeak & grapw juce lunch

4PM meating up with kleiner🤓 at lab🧪🧫🌡💉🦠🧬

5pm geting sloshed sauce wirh alice 😵‍💫😵‍💫🫗

7Pm 🏈football

8PM im sleepy guys i think i have to go to bed now😧🥱🥱

8pn SLEEPING HARD AS FUCK.

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findpenpalsover20 · 3 months

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Hello hello! My name is Alex, and i am 21 years old from the Western United States!

My current interests are as follows:

- Zelda Tears of the Kingdom

- Baldurs Gate 3

- Chobits

- Kingdom Hearts

- Gwen Stefani

- the song Barbie Girl on loop

- collecting books

Some facts about me:

- I have ADHD (so if i am slow to reply i am so so sorry!)

- I have a condition called Aphantasia, which makes it so i cannot visualize images in my head

- i am visually impaired

- My favorite colors are Purple and Green!

- I enjoy doing my makeup (mainly just eyeshadow and lipgloss lol, im broke af rn)

- I am nonbinary! My pronouns are they/them!

I also know basic crocheting, but my adhd is forbiding me from working on my blanket haha.

And right i am more interested in sending physical letters (which do NOT have to be super fancy, ik stuff is expensive rn), but even if you arent please dont be afraid to dm me anyway!!

tumblr - gub

@gub

#submission #pen pal #pen pal wanted #penpal #pen pals #pen pals over 20 #penpals #snail mail #letters #over 20

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jewish-unicorn · 8 months

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Charlie's get to know u thing

- Favorurite colour and why: green because theres so many different types

- Comfort Movies: stick it, willy wonka and the chocolate factory, Mitchells vs machines, the breakfast club (recent)

- Fav Books: the explorer, the hunger games, anything by alice oseman

- Fav season and why? Alexa and katie because its funny and well filmed/ heartstopper because wooooow - if you're talking about seasons of the year then spring because seasonal depression go 👋

- Fav genre (and why?): action /comedy because those are the best comfort movies

- Fav clothes style: grunge/alternative

- Fav music genres: alt rock/ 80's- early 2000's rock/ kinda emo stuff

Fav animals: ooh otters, turtles, dogs, cats, frogs, lions and sharks

- Fav musicians: cavetown, foo fighters, AC/DC, Gubs and Roses, sir chloe, dazey and the scouts, mitski, billie eilish, Sunday cruise, girl in red, deftones, nirvana

- Fav song(s): that is so hard um everlong (foo fighters), a pearl (mitski), mr sandman (cover by SYML), digital Bath (deftones), I swear to god (cavetown)

- Fav fandoms: osemanverse! Also broadway musicals eg hamilton and dear evan hansen, and the hunger games

- Hobbies: singing, playing guitar and piano, drawing, writing poems, reading, listening to music more time than is healthy

- Care language you give: sharing food, especially from my culture, hugs, personal talks, giving tiny presents randomly

- Introvert/extrovert/ambivert? Idk somewhere in between introvert and ambivert

- City/country/suburbs (and why?): city and suberbs cities are pretty but suberbs have space tbh country is also nice just not in uk lol

- Do you have any religious beliefs (don’t have to answer if not comfortable): ok heres the thing as u can see from my username im jewish but i dont believe in god i celebrate the holidays for culture and tradition, not bc i believe in it

- Dream place to visit: hawaii, japan, new york

- Fav type of nature: deep forest

- Fav biome in nature (e.g tundra, desert, forest etc): forest

- Fav type of weather: snow/ sunny and warm and sometimes rain but since i live in uk we get too much rain to rlly enjoy it lol

- Do you have any fears (serious or otherwise): vomit, cobwebs, caves, being ubderground, beibg abandoned by ppl i thought liked me

- Dream job: lawyer /politician/ food blogger /singer-songwriter /teacher /psychiatrist look I really don't know lmao

#get to know me

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hunterstwinkboyfie · 2 years

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1 | The First Day

Author's note: EHEHEH CHAPTER 1 LETS GO

I copied and pasted this from the wattpad so formatting it right was such a pain,, anyways enjoy my brain gunk!

Words: 2,381

Song credits: Remember Me by Miguel

Edited: ☑

Masterlist

"I can't believe you actually made it"

I laughed, "Wow, Jaina, now I know how much faith you had in me."

"Not like that and you know it!"

"I'm so proud of you, (Y/n)!" Irina wrapped her arms around me, squeezing me tight.

I squeezed back. "I can tell, you're actually giving me a gub."

"This is a once in a lifetime opportunity," she said, letting go. "Savor it."

"Oh trust me," I said, putting the last few things in my bag. "I savored every second."

"Okay girls," we heard my dad from the other room. "Let him finish packing, he has to leave soon!"

Jaina yelled back, "We're giving him emotional support!" To which we heard him laugh at.

Throwing my bag around my shoulder and grabbing BunBun, my white rabbit palisman, the three of us head out to the main room where my dad was sitting on the couch, waiting for us.

Once he noticed us he stood up and walked over to me, putting his hands on my shoulders. "Wow, I can't believe my baby's going to his new life in the Emperor's Coven, and only at 14 years old." He started tearing up. "I'm so proud of you." He gubbed me, holding me tight like I might slip away.

I gubbed him back, "Hey, don't talk like it's goodbye, I'm just joining the best coven in the Boiling Isles, not signing my life away."

He laughed, "Yeah, yeah you're right." He let go, wiping away a few tears. "Have fun, and show Emperor Belos how powerful of a witch you are."

I smiled, "I'll put on a show like he's never seen."

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my wrist. Looking at it, it was the alarm I set on my watch to head out to the castle. I turned it off and walked to the door. Looking back, I smiled. I know I was the one who said this wasn't goodbye, but damn did it feel like it. I took in as many details of the three most important people in my world as I could.

My father, Dailin Pillera, a tall, light skinned man with blue hair and brown eyes, with a beard of course. He raised me all on his own, says that my mother, whoever she was, didn't care about me and left him with me all alone, but he didn't need her. He's an amazing father, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

And my two best friends, Irina Erima and Jaina Walker. Irina has long, purple hair and light purple eyes, with tan skin, and she's a little shorter than me - both of them are actually. Irina was always the more talkative one but she balances out me and Jaina. Jaina has short, black hair and green eyes with the palest skin I have ever seen. She can talk your ear off if given the chance, but she's always been more of the quiet, nerdy type with a bit of hardworking handyman mixed in.

They've been with me through thick and thin for the last few years. It's going to be weird not seeing them as often.

"Well," I said. "Guess I should head out. Don't wanna be late for my first day."

The three of them ran up to me, gubbing me one last time in a group gub.

"Please be safe."

"Don't forget us!"

"Teach that coven about the beauty of gubs."

I laughed. "Yeah yeah yeah, now seriously." I wiggled out and stepped away, opening the door. "I have to go."

I looked at them one last time.

"I love you guys."

"We love you too!"

I smiled again, watching as BunBun turned into a staff. I sat on it, flying away towards the castle where I would start my new life.

As I was flying I looked down at the Boiling Isles. It all looked so small from up here, yet at the same time, seeing the Titan made me realize just how big it is - how much life has grown on its corpse. I wonder if it had any friends, any family. What's life like for a titan? How did it die? Did it choose to give life to everything we have now, or was it just a happy coincidence? Does it really still have consciousness after all this time?

Can Emperor Belos even talk to it?

I shook my head, trying to shake the thoughts away. I shouldn't think of the emperor in such a way. I mean, who am I to question him? I should focus my energy on the journey ahead of me.

A new life awaits me in the Emperor's Coven. I wonder how many friends I'll make. What if I meet the Emperor, or even the Golden Guard? I heard there'll be a new one appointed soon, I hope I get to at least see them once.

What will I do if I meet Lilith? I've looked up to her and the Emperor my whole life; she's become my idol. What if I trip in front of her? I'm definitely going to embarrass myself- I should just head back now-

I shook my head again. I really just need to stop thinking sometimes.

It hasn't even been a day but I miss my friends. I miss my dad.

...

I miss my sister. I miss playing Grudgby with her, even if she always went super easy on me since I was younger.

I took a shaky breath in. This is for her.

In hopes of distracting myself - and honoring her memory - I started softly, and painfully slowly to anyone listening, singing a song I wrote for her way back when to myself to try and make the flight to the castle go quicker without my mind spiraling.

Remember Me

Though I have to say goodbye

When I looked back, I couldn't see my little neighborhood anymore.

Remember Me

Don't let it make you cry

Can I really survive in the emperor's coven? Just mentally, without my friends?

For even if I'm far away I hold you in my heart

I have to. If I can't, I'll never be strong enough to protect the ones I love.

I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart

But, even still...

Remember Me

Though I have to travel far

This is taking a lot longer than I would've liked.

Remember Me

Each time you hear a sad guitar

I'm surprised I was able to find a way to take my few instruments with me.

Know that I'm with you the only way that I can be

I'm leaving everyone I love behind for a hope, not even a promise. I'm a horrible person.

Until you're in my arms again

No, they were all happy for me and supportive. I have to go through with this, for them.

For her.

Remember

The castle was suddenly in view.

I flew down to the entrance, looking up in awe at how big it is. As I landed, BunBun changed back and sat on my shoulder, looking with me. Suddenly, a coven scout walked up to me.

"Are you here as a new recruit?"

I stiffened, and nodded, saluting. "(Y/n) Pillera from Hexside, 14 years old."

The scout laughed. "I didn't ask for your life story. Go over there where you see the other recruits lined up. We have a lot right now so you'll all be going through basic training together." They pointed to a line of people.

I nodded. "Thank you." I got in line and the first thing I noticed was that I was the only kid. Everyone else was a lot taller than me and looked a lot older, it made me anxious.

The person in front of me turned around and looked at me. They smiled. "You joining too?" I nodded. "I'm Steve. He/him." He held out his hand.

I blinked, looking at it. Hesitantly, I took it, shaking it. "(Y/n), he/him."

Steve smiled again. "Nice to meet you, (Y/n). What's someone as young as you doing joining the emperor's coven?"

"Well..." I thought for a moment about my answer. "I didn't wanna give up practicing all magic."

He nodded. "That's a good reason. I'm in it for the power. Guess we're kind of similar in that way, huh."

I smiled. "Yeah, I guess."

As Steve and I kept talking, I learned he has a younger half-brother at home who seems really proud of him. I told him about my family and friends at home too. We also talked more about our interests, and even though there are quite a few differences between us, we still got along pretty well.

Soon enough we made it to the front of the line. Steve finished his sign in thing, and I was next.

"Name?"

"(Y/n) Pillera."

"Ah, the child." The scout sounded bored and it made me kind of uncomfortable. "Wrist."

I held out my wrist and the scout gave me my sigil. I looked at my wrist with wide eyes. It's right there, this is really happening.

I'm in the emperor's coven.

"The scout to your left will take your things and the scout ahead of him will take your palisman."

I looked at the scout confused. "My palisman?"

The scout sighed, clearly annoyed. "Only the absolute best scouts are allowed to have a staff, let alone a palisman. Not even the covenheads have palismen, kid."

"Oh... Okay." I stepped away from the table to not keep up the line and looked at BunBun. She looked back up at me with a sad look in her eyes that broke my heart.

There has to be a way for me to get through without having to give BunBun up, but before I could think of one, the person behind me was shoving me forward. I gulped.

"It'll... It'll be okay, BunBun. I'll get you back, don't worry." I did my best to give her a reassuring smile and she gave me sad, but hopeful eyes.

I walked up to the first scout and handed him my bag. Then, I walked up to the next scout. I gave BunBun a gub. "I'll see you soon, okay?" She nodded and turned into a staff. I handed her to the scout and walked towards the small crowd of the newest recruits. I tried to find Steve but I couldn't see above everyone so looking quickly became pointless.

Then I noticed everyone giving me weird glances and whispering. I listened in to see what they had to say about me.

"Is that really him? The kid prodigy?"

"Yeah. Honestly, he looks pretty weak, I bet he doesn't last a week."

"Isn't he like 14 or something? Why'd they let an actual child in?"

"But did you hear? He's not the only one. Apparently the emperor's nephew is joining too, and he's only 14 too."

"Emperor Belos has a nephew? I figured he didn't have any family left."

Emperor Belos has a nephew? And he's my age? And he's joining the emperor's coven too?

"Hey, fellow new recruits! Ready to train to be the best?" A voice said, seemingly way too excitedly for the rest of the crowd. That voice though, it sounds pretty young.

Is it him?

I followed the source of the voice, trying to find him. When I finally weaved through the crowd enough, I found a pale blonde boy, a little taller than me. He had a nervous smile on his face, looking up at the other recruits. "I... Don't know how to talk to people, do I?" He sighed, his face dropping.

I laughed a bit at his realization. "Yeah, you don't." He looked at me, surprised. I walked up to him and held out my hand. He flinched a bit which was weird, but I didn't think much of it. "But, I can teach you. I'm (Y/n). You must be the emperor's nephew everyone's talking about."

"Oh, you've heard about me through them?" He looked down, almost sadder than before.

"Yeah, but I'm not really one to listen to gossip unless it's from a reliable source." I moved my hand out a bit more, trying to get him to shake it.

He looked up at my hand and finally shook it, looking back up at me. "I'm Hunter. You said you're (Y/n)? Rumor has it you're some child prodigy."

I looked away embarrassed, taking my hand away and putting it behind my neck. "I don't think I'm that good."

"Well, you must be," Hunter started. "You made it all the way to the emperor's coven, it's not easy to get here."

I blushed. "I- well- stop it."

Hunter chuckled a bit. "Of course you can't be as good as me, but I'm sure you're almost there."

I smiled in amused disbelief. "Okay seriously. Stop it."

He laughed.

"So," I started, "did you have a palisman too?"

He looked almost offended. "What? No, those things are dangerous!"

"Dangerous?? How are they dangerous?"

"Well duh, they're made from wild magic."

I considered his point for a moment. "Yeah sure, counterpoint, they're a cute little friend who helps you use stronger magic!"

"Helpful or not," Hunter said, crossing his arms across his chest, "they're still made out of wild magic. Still dangerous."

I rolled my eyes. "You're just jealous you don't have one and I do."

Hunter was about to retaliate, but a coven scout started talking before he could.

"Alright, recruits! Welcome to your new lives. Today starts your basic training. We'll start easy with some witches duels to see where everyone stands, and, since we have a special recruit this time around, Emperor Belos will be watching your training himself!"

Immediately there were gasps and insecure murmurs within the crowd, me and Hunter included.

I was definitely nervous that Emperor Belos would be watching, to say the absolute least.

The coven scout continued talking. "If you'll please follow Trisha over there, she'll lead you to the arena!"

The crowd started moving before me and Hunter, and in fear of losing him like I lost Steve, I grabbed his hand so we would stay together. It took him a second, but he held it and we made our way to the arena with the rest of the crowd.

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gavisuntiedboot · 11 months

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I'm up at 4am when I should be sleeping to go to Uni at 6am but JP is worth it. Absolutely loved it, boo. It's incredible✨ Masterpiece. Gonna be reading this over and over again in my class and for the rest of the week now.

Please, don't push yourself, take your time, we can wait, take care🫶🏼

Okay I’m driving back from an amusement park day w the girls, so time to answer all the JP related messages in my inbox!!! I’m also going to start tagging things w #gub just pretend so that y’all can find them easier!

In response to this message now: TYSM!! I am the president of planet sleep deprivation, but pls pls don’t hurt yourselves to read this story!! But I’m so glad that this chapter has gotten such positive reception, especially since it was kinda sad and I got the vibe that y’all didn’t want that. 🥰

#gavisuntiedboot #gavisuntiedbootasks #gub just pretend

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thedancingkajira · 11 months

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C30

A home is more than just four walls, as the saying goes, but a home is also more than just one’s castle. A home is devotion.

I made a house for my Master, and it is orderly as any castle should be. It has an orderly theme, that of an homage to Ar, with every element within reflecting my Master’s homeland. It is orderly in its composition, having everything a Master may need placed in a way that’s intuitive and reflective of deeper principles. Best of all, there is proper order to its occupants.

My Master proved this true when He found me, His tour guide to our new house, in a playful mood. I’d just returned from the Gor Hub, the “Gub,” after a couple of hours deflecting the advances of a Master who wanted to challenge my collar.

That exchange with the presumptuous Master at the Gub had been polite but firm in my commitment to my Master. Time and again, I had to state who I belonged to. At the same time, my station as a slave demanded that I be pleasing and submissive.

It’s a balancing act that I’m becoming quite practiced at. And ultimately, my Master approved of my handling. That was all that mattered. But the incident put me in a playful mood that continued during my time with my Master. Every time there was an opportunity for humor, I sought it.

By the time the tour was concluded, my Master essentially had to tell me to settle down. In a kind but stern, and rather sexy, way, He brought me back in line with my foremost mission, to be pleasing. That the tour concluded with a good time in a bath house that I made for Him probably helped emphasize my submission.

This is all remarkable because it showed that even when having worked a long week, and having to deal with a mischievous slave girl, my Master brought His best self to the time we shared together. He was patient and strong and sensual with me. That is the foundation that a good Gorean home can rely on.

My hope is that I can do the same. Nobody can be expected to be at their best at all times. Fortune’s wheel grinds down on us all. But when such a time comes when He can use me to hold Him up, I wish for nothing more than to be at my best as well.

#villa #slproperty #secondlife #roleplay #slave #master #slgor #writing #diary #female writers #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr

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dankqueef · 1 year

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Should really get back into writing these right when i wake up.

Went to a camp on a frozen mountaintop, shitloads of snow. gub,.... sak i think? maybe matt, and i drove up. the top was like

like that. like the road ended in a bump and our car actually went upside down before we realized we couldn’t take it all the way up and had to get out and walk. we got inside and everyone was kids including us. i think i morphed into a girl. or i was still a guy? me having a beard came up later. god its been too ong i don’t remember everything. I remember there were a LOT of people. i think all the kids were playing some card game. I think i joined in and beat them cuz i was still adult brain and i could actually think about the rules and such. not that kids can’t do that but like. idk. i stomped them. uhhh there was an upstairs floor with like 100 sleeping bags laid out side by side cramped. At some point one of the councilors got really mad at me. i think maybe they thought i was a freak sneaking into this. I looked into the mirror and i had a beard again. this part is a little fuzzy but i ended up getting intoa verbal fihgt wiht one of them and the solution was we swapped beds? so i slept in the room wiht a differrent counciler. I immedietly started raidinng the side stand drawer of the lady i swapped wtih and i think i got warned about stealing but i was pretty sure i was getting kicked out anyways so i didn’t care.

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babymetaldoll · 1 year

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awww matthew amaría esa tablita!!!

he’d be like “woah i did married the right girl”

and spencer también lo amaría, aunque no sabe usar su teléfono me pediría que le tomara una foto para tenerlo de recuerdo!!

hahahhahha Pensé que ya le habías enseñado a Spencer a usar su teléfono. Que Gub no se entere, o se va a burlar de él!

... muy tarde, ya lo leyó y está listo para hacerle bullying a su hermano cuando vengan....

#mira esa carita #es el mejor marido del universo

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chanelfunnell · 1 year

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mail, no crazies

A) we will loose tonight against Canada I am afraid unless Wright will not freak out from Mrs Troll Ashley Wright poaching Crosby in Cole Harbour and he does not score own goal. Did you see Marner's fake fun from side to side before sending it to the net? Better than 4 players in front of goalie not catching up on rival's quick break away and banging like a young idiot into the gates without finding an angle and a square against the net Draisaitl has waited a micro second for his the best spot by the top outer right circle and fired the puck out. Somehow healthy now...and next question

B) anon, do you reckon Marcus Aubrey looks quite ok and in the shape? I don't mean NYE gym freaks, loose baggy clothes. Don't forget he is not an indie author but a biz boy with healthy life style so you expect it if he runs Innit gym and all crap.

C) yes anon, I like Caley's style. She is 29 and with two kids, good body and she covers NHL after NFLso many girls in NHL franchises knowledge or just for non serious sideline chat but you spot these amateurs attention seeking poaching puckbunnies camouflaging like a female reporter from distance because acres of flesh on the ice rink lol

Check..1990s hair and her Versace like micro mini wih a split secured by safety pin not to score into a five hole. Otherwise a great body ahd a style, just too much. Lile yiung gubs banging nonstop llike deaf to scire but stupod angle, shot, slot, timing...

This one circles around Bedard's team

D) Malkin is an eternal overgrown kid Sidney Crosby is not maybe Bedard now not even McDavid but Crosby throws toys out of his pram like a spoilt kid often. All Brilliant players but Crosby is like Ovechkin, chasing individual records.

E) alnon, yes, they defeated us more times. Juniors as well as A team so Canada is ok for us. I have found only videos in non English but he is a d-man of AHL for December so far. I wonder whether they will be placed into after-school detection with tons of homework in the case Sweden will beat them again because David J who goes often around the net has the 2nd video about the school. He stands in the video like a scorned pupil rather than a player on the ice rink lol. Marketa corrected someone's spelling in the paperwork once in HC Slavia ages ago and she has had a teaching practice in Brno, her hometown, at a sport gymnasium where they trolled her exbf how he did not score or laughed during reading a poem Lorelei bcs she was a swimmer with long golden locks. I am surprised how many NHLers have an uni degree or studied an uni. Tazer at Dakota uni, so McCabe etc. M has masters from Psychology from Czechia and Economics and Computer Science with stats from Prague, then LSE London in UK and one year course at Wharton uni in Pennsylvania. She has copied activity of mobile d men from Klopp of FC Liverpool and his gegenpress and definitely from Joel Queneville from the Blackhawks. Duncan Keith played like that and yes I think the Oilers made it into the play offs last season and more up to the ladder bcs of his defensive skills and axis of their d zone with experience. They are scoring but also getting a lot of goals.. You laugh as Nurse runs to help out to his d man buddy as ,nurse, instead of staying and sticking to his side to protect it and they are not passing away lol. They need Draisaitl's holistic very expensive chain by Chanel. He is healthy again but I think he just had a whale of time yodling and drinking around NYE with his nonstop Ja,ja,ja yaaaaah....sure ya yaaa jaa

#Nhl #Ice hockey #Junior world championship #Sidney Crosby #Geno Malkin #Connor Bedard #Connor McDavid #Mitch Marner #Leon draisaitl #Marcus Aubrey #pittsburgh penguins

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boiledegghole · 2 years

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car doodles. vi im so fucking sorry but i CANNOT draw you

#vi my sweet darling little capitalist teenager im so fucking sorry. if i tried to draw you in this shaky ass car id be here forever #bug fables #bub gables #gub bablss #bf leif #bf kabbu #leif bug fables #kabbu bug fables #vi i cannot fucking say how much im sorry. poor girl i swear ily but please be normal to draw

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scrawlingskribbles · 4 years

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TFW UR BESTIE USES HER AMAZING ART SKILLS TO RANDOMLY DRAW A COUPLE OF YOUR SILLY MIDDLE SCHOOL-ERA OCS YOU HAVEN’T THOUGHT ABOUT IN LITERAL YEARS & YOUR HEART IS SO FULL OF LOVE YOU COULD CRY?????????????????????????? 😭💘😭💘😭💘😭💘🤧🤧🤧💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖✨✨✨✨✨✨

#I’m never gonna draw again LOOK HOW GORGEOUS THEY ARE I W E E P TTTTwTTTT #I Amn An Blessed Bean TTwTT #OC Gubs #my darling girls...... I cri~ /lies down in my puddle of happy tears #shut up mckinley

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jungshookz · 3 years

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hwayoung’s two now and y/n’s allowed to be emotional about it, okay?

➺ genre; ceo!yoongiverse!! a little bit of yoongi and y/n being mushy for each other!! fluff!! cutest drabble for the cutest girl!! jungkook and jimin bickering like an old married couple as per usual!!

➺ wordcount; 3.2k

➺ p.s. this drabble is approximately five months overdue and it’s basically been collecting dust in my drafts so i figured i’d finally release it into the wild since it’s mother’s day today and i thought it’d be nice to read something sweet on this special day!!!! happy mother’s day!!! give ur mom a big ol hug and a kiss on the cheek :-) and if u don’t celebrate mother’s day that’s okay you can still read this for a small boost of serotonin wahoo :D

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“i’d just like to inform you that if it wasn’t for the fact that today is hwayoung’s birthday, the idea of having cake as part of breakfast would definitely be off the table.” yoongi pauses before turning his head to look at you pointedly, “in fact, it wouldn’t even had made it to the table in the first place.”

“trust me, you’ve made that clear multiple times-” you roll your eyes playfully before offering yoongi a half-hearted shrug, “it’s not a big deal! we’ll just give her a tiny little chunk that’ll fit in her tiny little hand and then we’ll save the rest for later!”

“yeah, right-” yoongi snorts, making his way over to you to hand you a balloon, “you’re probably going to sneak an entire slice of cake into her mouth while i’m not watching-” he teases, digging his fingers into your sides playfully before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back against his chest, “you think you’re so sneaky-”

“hey-!” you giggle, squirming in his grip when you feel him starting to nip at the side of your neck, “this is not a very productive use of our time, boss-”

“hey, you two! are you just going to stand there making out all day or are you actually going to help me with the decorations?”

both you and yoongi peer over the edge to see jimin standing by the bottom of the spiral staircase looking very unimpressed and you flash him a sheepish smile

“we’re not making out-”

“yeah, well you might as well be-”

“we’re helping! we’re almost done tying balloons to the banisters-” you argue, holding the balloon in your hand up before flopping it around enthusiastically, “we-” you jolt when you accidentally let go of it, watching with wide eyes as it rockets around the ceiling before poot-poot-pooting pathetically and landing on the ground by jimin’s feet

whoops

“…yes, that’s very helpful, thank you.” jimin mutters to himself, shaking his head as he bends down to pick up the sad, spitty balloon up off the ground with a grimace, “when you’re done, come down and help me because this balloon arch isn’t going to make itself! chop-chop, people-” he claps his hands together as he wanders back to the living room to the half-constructed balloon arch

“you know, you’d think that hwayoung was his daughter-” yoongi murmurs lowly, twisting his neck to give your cheek a quick kiss before pulling away

“mm, tell me about i-”

“she’s mine when the two of you drop dead!”

you jump in surprise at the sound of jimin’s voice snapping at you from below and you and yoongi exchange glances before bursting into quiet giggles

“i feel like i should be more concerned that jimin seems to be very eagerly waiting for our deaths.” you joke, reaching for the bag of balloons and pulling out a handful of them

as much as you love your daughter you weren’t planning on having a super big birthday party for her just because..,., well, she’s probably not going to remember most of it considering she’s two and also it’s just the five of you celebrating at home, so you thought that a cake and a bunch of presents would be good enough of a celebration

of course, when you told jimin about these plans he looked like he was ready to bury you alive which is why he insisted that he’d take care of the food and the drinks and basically the entirety of hwayoung’s birthday party and told you that all you and yoongi had to do was sit back, relax, blow up a couple of balloons and also choose a cute birthday outfit for hwayoung

(jimin actually ended up taking over that part as well. he bought her a new birthday dress and a brand new pair of shoes to go with it.)

“everyone can relax! the star of the show has now arrived!”

the sound of the front door slamming shut suddenly shatters the silence and you smile lightly when you see jungkook sauntering in as if he owns the place

“good morning, kook.” you hum, jungkook looking up at you before offering you a lopsided grin, “actually, the star of the show is still fast asleep in her room.”

“oh, right-” jungkook snorts, dismissing you with a flick of his wrist, “i mean, yeah, of course this is hwayoung’s special day- but check it out! i picked up her birthday cake and brought it back here and i didn’t accidentally ruin it somehow!” he raises the big blue box in his hand with a beam, “i’m incredible!”

“that thing looks huge, jungkook!” you frown lightly, “i told you not to go crazy-”

“please tell me you didn’t max out my credit card buying a giant cake for hwayoung.” yoongi chimes in, leaning over and folding his arms atop the banister, “i hope you realise it’s just going to be the three of you having to eat it all-”

“it’s hwayoung’s birthday, i had to splurge! you know that ‘everything is cake’ trend? i ordered a custom cake and asked them to make it look like a giant cookie! but i also ordered a dozen chocolate chip cookies just in case she’s not into the cake.” jungkook smiles proudly before pausing, “…of course, knowing hwayoung, she’s going to love the cookies and the cake, so i’m not too worried. i’m going to see if i can shove these into the fridge-”

“what’s wrong?” yoongi nudges your side to get you to look at him, “you look like you’re thinking, which is never really a good thing-”

“hwayoung’s two now.” you blink twice before turning to look at yoongi, “she’s two.”

“yes. you’re very good at keeping track of our daughter’s age.” yoongi coos, reaching up to pinch your cheek playfully, “good job, baby.”

“two years old!” you gasp, turning around to lean back against the railing before shaking your head, “my god, she’s aged.”

“oh my god, you’re right. the ripe old age of two.” yoongi teases before gasping dramatically and reaching over to grip onto your forearm, “soon, we’ll be thinking about what elementary school to send her off to... and then the next thing you know, we’ll be helping her look for her own apartment when she’s off at university... and then you’ll be going wedding dress shopping with h-”

“stOP stop stop stop-” you wave your hands before covering them over your ears, yoongi laughing lightly when you frown at him, “i don’t want her to turn two! because that means she’s going to turn three… and then she’s going to turn four… and then five, six, seven, eight-” you pause and your eyes suddenly widen in horror, “she’s going to be a sixteen year old one day- what if she turns into a bratty sixteen year old?? because i was a really bratty sixteen year old and i don’t want her to turn out like me! do you know how hard it’s going to be if she turns into me? i used to sneak home at four in the morning-”

“let’s keep in mind that hwayoung is also my daughter and i was not a bratty sixteen year old,” yoongi interrupts calmly before giving your arm a reassuring squeeze, “she’s gonna be fine! and you turned out great, so give yourself a little bit of credit-”

“i just want her to stay two forever.” you pout, crossing your arms stubbornly as you look down the hallway towards her room, “is that too much to ask for??”

“when the terrible twos hit, i guarantee you’re probably going to feel a little different.” yoongi teases, pushing himself up off the banister before gesturing for you to go and join jimin and jungkook downstairs, “why don’t you help jimin out with the balloon arch while i go and wake our little miss two year old up?”

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yoongi presses his lips together tightly as he twists the doorknob, being careful not to make too loud of a sound to accidentally shock hwayoung awake

the last thing he wants is for to burst into tears at the start of her special day

he peers into the bedroom, smiling fondly when he sees a little lump under the covers shuffling a little

a chubby sock-clad foot pokes out for a second before it disappears again

“이게 누굴까요? [hm… who’s that]?” yoongi asks quietly, the lump suddenly freezing in place, “드디어 일어나셨네요… [i think someone’s finally awake…]”

he tilts his head when a messy head of hair pops out from under the covers, the corners of hwayoung’s mouth immediately lifting in a bright smile when she spots him, “우리 공주 좋은 아침입니다! [oh! good morning, miss min!]”

he lets himself into the room and reaches over to click the white noise machine off before starting to quietly pad his way over to her, his heart melting in his chest when her mouth opens up in a quiet little yawn

“잘 주무떠뜹니까… [gub moming…]” hwayoung murmurs, eyelids fluttering slightly as yoongi reaches down to push some of her hair out of her face

“잘 잤어? [hi, baby… did you sleep well?]” yoongi asks, leaning down to scoop her up, “우리 화영이 생일 축하해… 밑에서 다 기다리고 있어... [happy birthday, my darling… we’re all waiting for you downstairs...]” he whispers, rubbing circles into her warm back when she immediately clings to him, “머리에 물 좀 묻히고 내려갈까? 머리가 아주 산발이네. [why don’t we freshen up a little, hm? the birthday girl can’t take pictures with a bird’s nest on her head.]”

“딴바. [birb’s ness.]”

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“i hope she likes the present i got for her.” jungkook mutters, his foot tapping anxiously against the ground as he looks up towards the top of the stairs in anticipation of hwayoung’s arrival, “i mean, if she doesn’t like it, there’s a receipt in the box so i can return it and get something else for her… but i really hope she likes it.”

“jungkook, she’s two. i gave her a wooden spoon to play with the other day and she was ecstatic.” you snort, peeling an eye open to look at him from where you’re lying on the couch before shutting it again, “i’m sure she’ll love whatever you got for her.”

“what’s the matter with you?” jimin hums, glancing at you for a second before focusing his attention back on sticking the bright pink ‘2’ candle onto the cake, “you look a little out of it today.”

“gee, thanks.” you snort, blindly grabbing one of the throw pillows before hugging it to your chest, “no, i’m fine, i just- i was feeling a little mopey this morning about hwa turning two and now i’m just thinking about how time has just flown by…”

“mm. it seems like it was only yesterday that i was holding your hair back while you violently puked your guts out into the toilet bowl.” jimin jokes, holding a hand to his chest before spinning around to face you and jungkook, “ah… fond memories that i’ll look back on for the rest of my life.”

“you know, i should’ve told yoongi i was pregnant in another way.” you suddenly change the subject, propping yourself up onto your elbows with a frown, “all i did was give him a tiny cookie. how lame is that?!”

“to be fair, you didn’t know how he was going to react, so maybe it was a good thing you went for something so simple!” jimin shrugs, making his way over to you before sticking his hand out for you to take, “c’mon, miss mopey. hwayoung probably doesn’t want to see you throwing yourself a pity party on her special day when she comes down here.”

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“-화영이가 엄마한테가서 이쁜짓 해주는 거 어떨까? [-now, mama is feeling very emotional today, so i think it’d be a really good idea to act extra cute, okay?]” yoongi whispers to hwayoung, planting a quick kiss on her cheek while slowly making his way down the stairs, “of course, that probably isn’t going to be a problem for you, seeing that you’re adorable 24/7-”

“i adowbo.” hwayoung murmurs, leaning down and squishing her cheek against yoongi’s shoulder, “졸려. [i seepy.]”

“졸리다고? [sleepy?]” yoongi pauses on the steps, reaching up to adjust one of her pigtails with a smile, “이거 큰일났네, 졸리면 어떡해! [you can’t be sleepy for your morning conference. look alive!]”

“is that the sleepy little birthday girl?”

yoongi looks down to see you waiting eagerly at the bottom of the stairs, your hands clasped together and your eyes glued on hwayoung, “good morning!”

“mama!” hwayoung immediately twists around in yoongi’s arms at the sound of your voice, reaching out for you with a teethy grin as soon as yoongi gets close enough to you

“oh, happy birthday, my sweet little baby!“ you coo as you take her into your arms, squishing multiple kisses to her chubby cheek as you hold her close, “happy happy birthday, my beautiful girl…”

“ahppa bouday!” hwayoung giggles, little hands patting against your face

she leans in and smushes her nose against yours before giving you a drooly kiss on the cheek and you can’t help but laugh at how affectionate she’s being with you

see??

you want to keep her like this forever and it sucks to think about the fact that one day you’re going to set her down on the ground after carrying her and you’ll never pick her up again because she won’t need you to pick her up again

:-(

“oh…” you sniffle, suddenly feeling your nose prickle and your eyes starting to get a little tingly, “i love you so much…”

you don’t get much of a chance to say anything else before hwayoung’s suddenly being plucked from your arms, both jimin and jungkook immediately starting to fawn over her as per usual

“우리 화영이, 공주님이 따로 없네! [look at how beautiful you are in your dress!]” jimin exclaims animatedly, hwayoung clapping her hands together in response

her dress is sage green and gingham and it even came with matching ribbons for her hair and you have to admit that jimin made a pretty good choice with this birthday outfit

you probably would’ve stuck her in a pair of overalls or something

“see, what’d i say?” jimin smiles proudly, smoothing down the back of hwayoung’s dress before looking over at jungkook, “i told you the sage green was cuter- 아니 빨간 걸 왜 입혀 뭐 애를 도마로 만들 생각이니- [the red one that you wanted to go with would’ve made her look like a picnic blanket-]”

“아니 도마라니! [red gingham is classy!]” jungkook argues, trailing behind jimin while making faces at hwayoung to get her to laugh, “입혀보지도 않고- [you didn’t even give it a chance-]”

“난 그딴 거 염두에 두지 않는다 정국아- [i don’t need to give tacky garbage a chance, jungkook-]”

“hey, are you okay?” yoongi gives you a quick hug and kiss on the side of your head when he suddenly notices a tear running down your cheek, “she’s just turning two, y/n... she’s not moving out of the country-”

“i know, i know-“ you sniffle, reaching up to quickly wipe at your tears before chuckling, “i guess i’m just feeling extra emotional today-”

“c’mon, parents!” jimin calls out for you two while setting hwayoung down in her high chair, “the candle is melting and this cake is too expensive to get any wax dripped on it-”

“gookee!” hwayoung points to the cake and claps her hands as she bounces up and down on her seat, “gookee, mama!”

“yeah! cookie!” you mimic enthusiastically, smiling widely when she suddenly lets out a high-pitched squeal of excitement, her nose scrunching particularly cutely, “i’m glad to see that you inherited my love for cookies and not appa’s love for muesli.”

yoongi immediately scoffs and reaches down to give your bum a quick swat

“i know she’s saying cookie, but i’m just going to go ahead and say that she’s actually saying the name of her favourite uncle-” jungkook sighs, reaching down to pinch hwayoung’s cheek, “화영이는 꾹이 삼촌 제일 좋아하- [uncle gookee is your forever favourite-]”

“어 응 뉘에- [yeah, okay, whatever helps you sleep at night-]” jimin snorts, shoving the camera into his hands as the four of you stand in front of hwayoung, “okay, don’t touch the cake yet! let’s get some pretty pictures of the birthday girl first!”

“hwa, look into the camera!” jungkook coos, snapping his fingers to get her to look up at him, “그래 삼촌 한 번만 봐 봐- [look at uncle goo- yeah, there we go-]”

you watch hwayoung fondly as she continues to ham it up for the camera, her little legs kicking in anticipation under the tray

“good girl, you’re being so patient.” you hum before reaching over to pluck a cookie from the open box, “ooh, i’ve been dying to sink my teeth into one of these-”

“i had one earlier, they’re pretty good!” jimin nods, brushing past jungkook to get to you, “the bakery i ordered them from has, like five out of five stars one google review- hey, what’s that face for?”

“eugh- do the cookies taste a little funky to you?” you face screws up as you swallow the bite before holding the cookie up to take a closer look at it, “it’s just chocolate chip, right?”

“yeah- hold on, lemme try-” jimin frowns, reaching over to steal your cookie before taking a bite of it and chewing thoughtfully

“maybe you just got a weird one?” yoongi suggests, peering into the box with a frown, “all cookies taste funky to me, so my opinion probably isn’t valid here-”

“it’s fine, i’ll try another one later-” you dust your fingers off before perking up and clapping your hands together, “hey, should yoongi and i hop in for some pictures before hwa completely destroys the entire cake?”

“yeah, it… might be a little too late for that.” jungkook clears his throat and the three of you look over to see hwayoung’s tubby arms shoved elbow deep into the cake, “i gave her the green light to go ahead and eat. she just looked so sad and hungry, i’m sorry!”

hwayoung cackles in glee as she continues slapping her hand against the cake, her grubby little hands now sticky and her new dress stained with globs of frosting chocolate

“oh my god.” you stifle a laugh and reach up to cover your mouth so that you don’t burst out laughing at the fact that both jimin and yoongi look absolutely appalled

“i spent, like, ten minutes doing her hair-” yoongi whines, gently nudging you aside so he can hurry over to hwayoung and try to salvage the neat little pigtails he spent forever working on, “and now there’s frosting everywhere!”

“that dress was expensive, jungkook!” jimin snaps, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was about to burst into tears, “and i didn’t even get any nice pictures with her before she- come on, man-”

“i’m sorry!”

“ahppy bodday!” hwayoung shrieks in delight and flings her arms up, chunks of cake and specks of frosting flicking out from her hands, “i adowbo!”

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