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for-ests · 4 years

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Hey, not sure if you do smut but I think this request can work without a lot if you’d prefer😁 reader’s an art student and needs to sculpt a full body nude sculpture and Tom offers but gets a bit cheeky

thanks for the request dear! this was fun to write :-) i literally know nothing about art so if I get something wrong just ignore! i hope you enjoy!! i went a diff +route but I still think it fits! [ mlist ]

Word count: 3, 273

Warnings: slight nsfw,, nudity

Pairing: Tom Holland x art student reader!

“The issue is… I have no idea who to ask.” You sighed deeply, embarrassment washing over you as you talked to your best friends about your upcoming project.

Everyone knew you were a talented sculptor. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was that your professional sculpting internship at (your school) was currently learning about Ancient Greece. One of the requirements to pass the semester was to recreate a modern sculpture of someone you knew, and to make it as realistic as possible. Nakedness and all, which was a huge distinction of Greek statues.

There was a big problem though. You were incredibly shy, and you didn’t know who to ask to model for you.

Nudging you with a laugh, your friend flashed you a mischievous smile. “You know a lot of cute guys, why don’t you ask one of them?”

“Cute guys?” You scrunched your nose. “I know like three guys and I would cry if I had to see them naked.”

She sighed. “Fair. Does it have to be a guy?”

*-You nodded regretfully. “It has to be the opposite sex. It’s annoying but I u

erstand why. It’s important to be familiar with both sexes.”

Your best friend air quoted ‘familiar’ with a ridiculous smirk.

“Shut up.” You huffed, trying not to laugh at how dramatic she had become.

“I think I know a guy, he’s an aspiring actor and model.” Your best friend added casually.

Groaning, you shot her a glare. “Why didn’t you say that right away?”

She shrugged. “I like listening to you talk about your art.”

Her compliment almost worked, but you already knew that was partly the reason she was teasing you so hard. The other reason was because she had been trying to set you up with multiple friends for months. According to her, you had been single for far too long.

Her offer made you ponder deeper about your situation. You were slightly awkward when it came to getting to know someone, but you couldn’t imagine asking someone to strip right away so you could sculpt every curve your eyes grazed over. Whoever it ended up being had to be incredibly confident. Shallow yes, but that’s why you were hoping to find someone insanely attractive. Attractive people were usually confident, and responsibly so. “Maybe a stranger would be worse than someone I know.”

Snorting through her nose, your best friend stared at you like you were crazy. “Definitely not. If it’s awkward you never have to see him again. And if it’s not, well you can get cozy with a cutie.”

Taking a deep breath, you rolled your eyes. “I hate you sometimes.” You mumbled under your breath. You knew she was right, but you would never inflate her already enormous ego like that.

“You love me.” She sang sweetly.

“I do, now give him my number and tell him it’s of the utmost importance.”

❀∙∘✿∘∙❀

Days later, that conversation was on your mind as you nervously organized your sculpting tools. Trying to relieve some tension, you slapped a pound of clay against the table, and it echoed throughout the workshop.

Reality was the fact that this so called model boy was on his way to your studio. His name was Tom, and from the pictures you saw–he was incredibly handsome.

You couldn’t believe you had agreed to this, but alas, you needed this experience to pass your class. You just hoped and prayed that Tom was a lot more outgoing than you, and could keep the conversation flowing as you stared intently as his erect… penis.

Your cheeks flared up at the thought. How the hell were you going to do this?

Y/N: help (Y/B/F/N) I cant do this!!! im freaking out

Y/B/F: is he even there yet? lmfao

Y/N: noooooo :((

Y/B/F: if it makes you feel any better, he’s excited and thinks ur pretty

Y/N: why didn’t you tell me that before??!

Y/B/F: do u feel better now tho?

Y/N: no

Y/B/F: ik ur smiling ;) u aint slick

Giggling like a schoolgirl to relieve some of your anxiety, you set your cell phone on the table. Truthfully, your best friend had made you feel better. If anything bad happened, it would surely be a wonderful story to tell everyone in the future.

Your eyes naturally glanced across the room to the clock on the wall. 7:00pm. Tom would be here any minute as scheduled.

You took a deep breath and studied your surroundings. All your tools were in place, and the entire studio was tidied up as if you hadn’t worked the space in weeks. Next, you walked to the wall and glanced at your reflection in the mirror.

With your hair in a bun and your shabby working clothes, you looked suitable at best. You did have a little bit of makeup on to help yourself feel more confident. If you felt good, you could make your client feel good in return.

At least it looked like you didn’t try too hard. You didn’t want this man to get the wrong idea.

Then, snapping you out of your trance, there was a knock on the door.

You straightened out your shirt one last time, and tucked your baby hairs back behind your ears. Scoffing immediately after, you shook your head. Why were you trying to look cute? Who cares!

You rushed to grab the front door, afraid that you were making him wait too long. You flung it open, eyes locking with his right away.

You froze.

He was even more dashing in person.

“Judging by your cute outfit, I think I’m at the right place. Y/N right?”

And a British accent?

“Y-yes!” You flashed a smile to mask your obvious hesitation. You could easily play it off by opening the door and keeping your gaze averted. You were the master of smoothness.

“Thank you for coming, it’s about time I got this project done…” You tittered, locking the door behind him for privacy purposes. “You can set your things on the couch over there.” You pointed, eyes meeting his again when he glanced to the couch and then back to you.

“Awesome.” He nodded, holding your gaze for a moment longer than necessary.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink?” You offered, nodding your head back to the small kitchen in the back of the studio. You wished the studio apartment was yours alone, but you shared it with multiple other college students in your program.

“Water… or beer if you have any?”

You threw your head back in laughter, causing Tom to smile at your genuine reaction.

“Yeah, I can get you one.”

“In the meantime, should I just strip?” He smirked, not trying to be sly with his flirtations. Though your cheeks were dusting with pink, you were able to match his energy. Your best friend definitely set you up with someone she knew you’d like.

“Do whatever you want, love.” You mimicked his British accent. “You’re the guest after all.”

Walking past him, you gave him one last look when he was fully-clothed. Tom was certainly the player type, practically the perfect embodiment of the muse you had in mind. This wouldn’t be awkward for you, and it would be even better for him. Men like him thrived off of cheeky discomfort in their female counterparts.

Yet, truthfully, you were enjoying it as well. It felt nice to be complimented so soon into an introduction.

As you cracked open a can of beer for Tom and yourself, you could hear him shuffling around with his items. The sound of his buckle falling against the floor made you suddenly nervous to turn around.

Inhaling sharply, and gulping down a few more sips of beer, you finally gained the courage to walk back to the studio setup, where Tom had already wandered over to, completely naked.

“You seem to be in your element.” You noted, trying to keep your eyes leveled with his. Now that you were thinking about it, remaining calm and professional was excruciating in front of such an attractive man. And it certainly wasn’t helping that he was enjoying your embarrassment.

And least this was exciting.

Thanking you, Tom took the beer and pressed his lips against the cold aluminum. “I would definitely feel a lot more comfortable if you were naked too, darling.”

“Hey now,” You nose scrunched in a form of mock distaste. The man caught on immediately, holding your gaze with a sort of amusement that was masking desire. “I might think about it if you sit nice and pretty for me for more than five minutes so I can sketch you.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Shaking your head in disbelief, you walked over to your crafting desk. You decided you were going to start with the hardest part, the part which your grade depended heavily on- from the waist down.

But first, you quickly sketched Tom posing in multiple poses until you were satisfied with one. You had him mimic a sculpture you couldn’t recall, where one hand was pointed forward and the other was rested casually on his hip.

“Can I see what one you want to do?” He asked curiously from the stand you had him propped up on for a better view.

“Sure.” You flashed him your finished sketch. The lines darted all over the page, making it hard for him to picture what was going on in your head. The picture you had drawn would not make sense to anyone else but the artist. But apparently you were talented, so he would trust the process.

You were also trusting the process. The situation you were in could only be awkward if you allowed it to be. And so far it was moving along smoothly. You had your favorite music playing softly in the background to fill the silence, and Tom seemed to be relaxed and unbothered by how quietly you worked.

“That’s cool.” Tom whispered, his eyes narrowing in confusion.

Giggling from his sudden proximity, you tried to tease him. “It’s fine to not understand it.”

“I definitely don’t know what’s going on but it’s still interesting.” He admitted.

You set the paper back down on the table, and decided to attempt and sculpt the base. Moving past a still naked Tom, you tried to immerse yourself in your work, or at least make it seem like you were focused. “This takes hours you know, weeks and months- it won’t make sense for a long time.”

“Perfect.” He grinned. “I’ll get plenty of time to know you better.”

Laughing through your nose, you kept your attention on the clay you had dropped on the floor. “You can put your clothes back on.”

“Oh!” He chuckled. “Yeah.”

As you carefully trimmed the base clay with a heavy frame, you lifted your head to find Tom slipping a robe back on. He definitely came prepared. Had he done this before?

“Come here.” You gestured. “I need you to set your feet down on the clay.”

“I didn’t think this would get dirty so fast.”

“Shut up.” You huffed, grabbing his foot and pressing it down hard until the clay took shape to the size.

“Cold.” Tom commented in discomfort.

“I know.” You released your grip on his calf, looking up at him with a sheepish smile. “All part of the process, but good news for you- you’re done for the night.”

“Really?” Tom raised his eyebrows. “That’s it?”

You nodded, standing back up to normal height. “I’m experienced enough to sculpt the feet and legs tonight.”

“When should I come back?” He sounded a tad too eager, but it caused your smile to reappear.

“Tomorrow night if you’re available.”

“And maybe next time you can bring your own alcohol?” You gestured to the multiple beer cans poking out of the recycling bin.

The man flashed you a smile. “Sounds like a date.”

“It’s definitely not.”

Despite your rejection to his amusing advances, Tom’s expressions and mannerisms remained hopeful. Was it possible he was truly enjoying himself?

“I’ll leave my robe here. I’ll see you tomorrow at the same time?”

“Same time.” You confirmed, nodding him off. It was about time you started to really focus. Attractive man or not, you always got the most and best work done alone.

Because after the first night, the dynamics between you and Tom changed. He became incredibly invested in your process, asking you questions left and right, asking if there was any way he could help, and practically just lounging next to you hours after he would have been free to go.

“What do your sculptures usually look like?”

“Since this isn’t my own studio, I don’t have any of my pieces here. But I can show you a picture when I get my hands wiped off.”

“What do you build your sculptures with? It’s hard to imagine that a replica of me can come out of that much clay.”

“My sculptures are built with water-based clay and are fired in a gas kiln to cone 4, about 2150 degrees Fahrenheit… “ You nodded towards the back wall that had an installed kiln for you and everyone to share. “Trust me, there will be a lot more clay. Hundreds of pounds worth.”

“Can I help?”

“No.”

There was no lying that you enjoyed his presence. Whether he was talking your ear off or napping to the peaceful beat of your jazz music, there was never a dull moment when Tom was in your studio.

Weeks passed, and so did the process. Your sculpture of Tom had progressed to week three, and that’s when you started to grow nervous. When you finished, which you were almost done, would you ever see him again?

You had barreled through the awkwardness of replicating his genitals and chiseling his six pack perfectly into the hardening clay- but you still felt like something was missing. You knew even when you finished chiseling away his jaw line and chocolate brown eyes, there would still be something missing. Him. His presence.

Maybe it would have been better if you partnered up with a man that had zero personality.

Since it was just you and Tom for hours on end, your conversations gradually grew deeper, they stretched into new lengths, so much so that you eventually felt like you had known him for years.

When Tom claimed he wasn’t looking for a relationship, you felt your heart fall. That’s when you realized you were developing stronger feelings for your model. You hardly had time to think about trivial things like that, but you couldn’t deny your disappointment.

And you were sure he saw the brief tears glossing over your eyes when you turned away. Yet, he didn’t make light of it.

That’s when you knew it was useless.

It seemed useless until the sixth week, when you finally finished the head. You were too afraid to attach it. Tom had spent the last couple hours with you in the studio. His legs kicked back and occasional whistles streaming from his lips. He had practically memorized your playlist to the extent you had.

“Tom.” You called. “Your face is done.”

He cheered excitedly, pushing himself off the sofa and racing towards you. Tom had learned to give you your space while you worked, but in moments where you summoned him, he barely stood inches from you. The man would constantly touch you in ways you couldn’t deny sent shivers down your spine.

Like he did as he rounded the tabletop, planting himself by your side and placing his hand on the low of your back. As if it was natural.

“Wow,” He breathed. “Y/N,” Your name upon his lips sounded as blissful as the music. “It’s.. it’s wonderful. It looks just like me... wow that’s scary.”

“I’m happy you like it.” You bit your lip, wishing you felt more satisfied with your project. You wanted to impress him, but you didn’t want him to go.

“All I have to do is attach the head, and fire it up in the furnace one more time. Then it should be good to go.”

You moved to do so, wanting to remove yourself from his grip. It hurt your heart to know the bond you had formed with him would come to an end. Why did you even let yourself get to this point? Was it because he was good at flirting?

“Wait-” His sentence faltered when you whipped around to face him- looking somewhat hopeful.

“What?”

Tom paused, his throat tightening with the words he never thought he would admit. But he couldn’t leave tonight with at least trying. He needed to know how you felt. Because he could either leave with you in his arms, or he could leave never having to see you again.

He had been thinking of confessing to you for days now, but now that the time came, his mind was blank. “You really are beautiful, you know that right?”

“Why do you feel the need to flatter me?” You blurted, still unable to decipher the truth behind his words. You didn’t know how to accept such a compliment. Tom had claimed you were beautiful before, but this time it felt different.

His eyes spoke volumes. The beauty his eyes held was something you would never be able to replicate in a statue. It was a sight you found yourself never growing sick of.

Averting your eyes, you tried to move again. Yet this time, Tom gripped onto both of your arms.

“Look at me.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I won’t let you play me.”

“I was never playing you, darling.” The tenderheartedness intertwined with his words caused you to slowly turn your head back. Your lip quivered, and suddenly you felt like a schoolgirl all over again. You felt childish and unprepared for the intensity of your emotions.

“I don’t want to leave tonight without knowing if you feel the same.”

You blinked, hand reaching out to grip onto his. “And that is?”

“I don’t know if it’s love, but it could be.”

“That’s all I needed to hear.” You said, incredibly softly.

Tom released your arms. And before either of you could process what to do next, your lips interlocked.

You gripped onto him tightly, balling his white t shirt into a fist to keep him from leaving your side again.

“Tom-” You breathed.

The kiss you shared was laced with a fervent need, one that you had never experienced before, and one that you craved again and again.

After the passion you felt, the skin prickling desire, there would be no turning back.

“Fuck, you’re everything”’ He mumbled against your lips.

You pulled back slightly to gaze at his expression. He had looked so afraid before, but now he was smiling from ear to ear. Much like he did the day he arrived with a teasing attitude, ready to get under your skin and provide entertainment.

“How long have you felt like this?”

“Since the first day.” He kissed you again, his hands cupping your cheeks.

You whimpered against his muscular frame, trying to ignore the fluttering in your core, fluttering that begged and craved for more.

“How did you wait so long?”

“I wanted you to finish.”

You chuckled, cheesing at his straightforward, simple reply.

You were positive from that moment moving on, that Tom was not what you had thought at first glance. This entire time he had put you and your project first, letting his own desires sit and warm on the back-burner. That was something you would hold close to your heart, something you would cherish.

He cared for you in the same way you cared for him.

“Stay with me tonight, Tom.”

“I would love nothing more.”

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfiction #peter parker x reader

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proffessional-busboy · 3 years

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There’s Always a Loophole

(Part 2)

Warnings - kinda sad and angsty

a/n - part 2 obv. um there is one scene that has a a lot of dialogue so the blue is ric and the green is Hope. but ya enjoy

(Part 1 Here)

Recap

"Any brilliant ideas because i think we're running out of time." you said, pointing to the black goo.

She looked at it and looked back at you. "Just one" she sighed. "But your gonna hate it." she paused for a second. "Kiss me".

So of course you obeyed. There was a lot of emotion in it. "I didnt hate that at all."

"Not that". she said, her hand snaking from your face to your neck. "This".

And she snapped your neck.

She looked down at your body as it fell to the floor. She took a second to think, and then called Alaric.

"Hope, did you find y/n?"

"Yeah"

"Okay, well tell me where you are"

"Fort Valley, Georgia. Y/N's gonna need you when i'm done. You have to write it down."

"Wait, youre at Triad Headquarters?"

"Yeah. Uh, dont worry though everyone here is dead."

"Okay, listen you're not making any sense. Just put y/n on the phone."

"I can't. Uh, she would have tried to stop me, so i had to kill her too."

"What?"

"She'll come back, don't worry. Even if i dont."

"Hope, tell me what the hell you're about to do right now before you do it."

"Clarke won. He found the final artifact, and he tossed it into the pit, which is y/n's father, by the way. And now Malivore's gonna rise unless i stop him."

"Stop him how"

"y/n's got all the answers but basically, Malivore was created by the blood of a werewolf, a witch, and a vampire. It used to be that only they could destroy what they created, but nature found a loophole. By making me. The tribrid. Im the loophole."

"Hope you listen to me. Now, this is a theory, okay, and you dont even know if this is gonna work so you just sit tight, and wait for me to get there."

"There's no time! Ive always thought that i was a cosmic mistake, someone who should never have been born. But after all this time, i mean, my purpose is finally clear. Think about it. Im the answer to all of this. I can remember things about Malivore that no one else can. That Triad weapon didnt affect me. Did my blood heal Josie?"

"I am not okay with this."

"I know. But you will be because once i toss myself into that pit, no one at school will remember me. Including you."

"Hope you listen to me."

"Ive spent years torturing myself, asking myself why my father sacrificed himself for me, to get to this point where, i mean i totally understand it. And i dont want you to have to go through that pain Dr. Saltzman. You've been through enough. And i dont want anyone at school to miss me, because they're my friends. Maybe i would've seen that sooner if i hadnt been beating myself up all this time.". She pauses, sighing, and thinking this through. "This is the point where you tell em that you wish i could change my mind even though im doing the right thing." she pauses again, eyes watering, tears threatening to spill over. "This is the part you tell me youre proud of me."

"You know im proud of you. You know it." Ric replies, voice breaking. "What is it you need me to do?"

"Call maintenance. Have em pack my room. Take my files, all those notes i know you keep about me, and burn them. Even y/n's journal."

"Listen, if you wanna erase yourself, thats on you, okay. But you cant ask me to do it too."

"Im sorry Dr. Saltzman." both of them have tears running down their face. "But i trust you more than i trust anyone. I wish i wouldve figured that out sooner, too.". She looked down at the pit as it roared, a faint shape of malivore's face tearing through. "I gotta go."

"Hope! Listen to me, wait."

"Not an option. Uh-uh. Promise your gonna do what i said." she waited for Ric to answer. "Promise me!"

"Alright, fine. I promise."

With that, Hope hung up. She deleted the call history of her and Ric. Walking towards the railing looking down at Malivore, she saw movement in the corner of her eye. She turned her head quickly as Clarke started stirring around, standing up quickly and snapping his neck back in place.

"Ooh, sorry. I was eavesdropping." he looked at hope. "What are you waiting for?"

"I assumed you were gonna try and stop me."

"Hell no. I was only trying to raise my father because im terrified of him, and i knew he'd find a way out someday." Clarke said, walking around the platform hovering the pit. "But if youre right about this loop hole-- can actually kill the bastard once and for all." he stopped. Standing by the lower part of the railing. "Be my guest. And if youre wrong, no harm done because you'll be dead. So go on. I'll be rooting for you." He smiled at Hope, who was now standing across from him.

"Thats not all you'll be doing." Hope said, raising her hands. "Imitantor Pupulus".

Clarke just smirked at her, thinking she failed. "Whatever you think you just did, it didnt wo-". He was cut off by his handing flying to cover his mouth, the same as Hope. She removed her hand from her mouth slowly, same as him. "How'd you do that? Why did i do that?"

"Its a basic mimic spell. We learned it in second grade." she started walking closer to him, making him walk closer to her. "Also in second grade..." she stopped. "Follow the leader"

"You dont have to do this" Clarke begged.

"I know. But its the only part im actually enjoying.". Hope put one foot on the bar and grabbed his throat, Clarke following her actions. "Too bad youre so clumsy". She put her other foot up and jumped off.

They both went over the edge, falling into the malivore pit.

Any memory of them now ceased to exist.

Just like them.

a/n - JUST LIKE THEM BITCH AAAHHHH. This is basically jus that whole scene but with Landons name and pro-nouns replaced w ur name and girl pro nouns so ya. BUT STILL TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK

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punkscowardschampions · 4 years

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Ali: that's a #look Carly: not rn Carly: my ma wasnt on @ me only to clean up Carly: he had his turn Ali: damn it Ali: maybe a nice belt Ali: I'll be 🤔 Carly: dont b 💔😢 he has bushy eyebrows Ali: same Ali: he's earnt his invite back Ali: your ma gonna have to chill though Ali: and it ain't that kinda tea 💔 Carly: you wont b able to tell if shes angry or surprised Ali: 😚 ⬅ I know the vibe Ali: you do you babe Carly: she used to let me sort em out but there was an accident Carly: which im sworn to secrecy about Ali: I'm so good with secrets 🙏🙏🙏 Carly: k Carly: my head zoned out but my hands kept going like Ali: you were meditating you can't help having 🌌🧠 Ali: I'll 🤭 now and never tell, don't worry Mrs W Carly: @ school yea im meditating on your q sir relax Carly: ha love that Ali: they just ask questions to answer it themselves, what is the point Carly: u coming for my ma again? Ali: 🤫 bad first impression, that Carly: shes heard it from ronan too sorry Carly: lad has loose lips Ali: honestly Ali: 🙄 can't keep up with my bad reputation Carly: ud think hed be better at kissing Carly: its talk talk talk Carly: more good things about u than ive made it seem like tho Ali: he was a big talker Ali: probably 'cos he ain't allowed with the lads Carly: if he talked about what a 👼 u are & how 💔😢 he is theyd uninvite him from the bonfire Carly: its sweet really how hung up hes got Ali: he only thinks I'm an 👼 'cos he took my virginity probs Ali: that's more suitable 🔥side chat Carly: he goes on about that alot but I thought he was lying Carly: oh no that sounds bad Carly: not calling u a slag ur obvs not its y he likes u more Ali: 😂 I'm fine with slag Ali: all definition dependent anyway Carly: yea same Carly: can be hot if ur in the mood Ali: right, and if I'm a slag 'cos I didn't marry him then I'll take it Carly: & hes not allowed to marry gorgers theyd wanna throw him in the 🔥 Ali: exactly Ali: we can't both be 💔😢 forever can we boy Carly: just me @ the party til u came to my rescue Ali: 🥺 Ali: What was he even on about then, like? Ali: dickhead Carly: idk i zone out wen he shouts @ me too Ali: I can always poison a cup and send it his way Ali: just say the word Carly: hes not that bad Ali: okay okay, just some laxatives Ali: 'cos he's a bit 💩 Carly: ha Ali: no 🌼🌼🌼 unless he says soz then Carly: but his beautiful curls 🥺 Ali: hmm, a good point Ali: be strong, baby Carly: ill throw one @ him & run away Carly: back to u Ali: you're so adorable Carly: says u Carly: 👼👸🏼 Ali: 💚 we're gonna have an adventure when the tea hits okay Ali: I've decided Carly: k thats the kinda 🎄🎅🤶🎁 it is Carly: i do want the energy of a kid on xmas morning Ali: that's the best Ali: how I'm tryna be every day Carly: 💫⭐️🌟✨⚡️☄️ 🚀🛸 Ali: if only 🚀 Ali: this bike can only go as fast as my lil legs can carry, like Carly: aw baby Carly: i shouldve asked u where u live before this 2nd rescue was launched Carly: im sorry Ali: No distance is too far for a fair maiden Carly: ill have to see what other 🔮 i can find before u get here Carly: dont love ious Ali: there's no ious Carly: [sending her loads of pics of her with or just pics of the cat lady's cats that she's rounding up for this tea party and they're adorable] Ali: 😍💞😻 Ali: okay, non-debt fully paid though Carly: [just rambling about the names she's given each cat cos her and cat lady don't know each other properly til Ali comes along and like facts about each cat/her fave things cos she's a big nerd] Ali: I love them Ali: I'm gonna get them some 🐟🐟🐟 when I get tea party tings Ali: some cream, awh, okay, this is happening Carly: im picking enough 🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼 for everyone Ali: should've put Bluebs in my basket Ali: next time Carly: aw Carly: Humbug might try & fight him Carly: youd b there to protect him tho Ali: I can ref Ali: my little brother is always trying to play-fight everyone so I'm well-versed Carly: is he ticklish? that works for me Carly: broken up lots of fights Ali: big time Ali: his kryptonite Ali: reckon it's against the rules in professional fights but preparing him for anything like any good big sister Carly: ha Carly: aw i bet ur an amazing sister Carly: if i had 1 maybe id wanna be on site sometimes Carly: my ma's eyebrows r hardly a call to home Ali: he might disagree but he's 5 so what does he know 😉 Ali: feel that though Ali: home is just a base, whole 🌍 out there Carly: wen ur 5 you argue to argue Carly: yea if u dont use ur wings theyll think u dont want em 💔😢 Ali: flying is like riding a 🚲 though Carly: r we goin on a 🚲 adventure? Ali: definitely Ali: ugh, need one of those wagons for the 😻😻😻s Carly: ☺️its gonna b so fun! Carly: we might meet more 🐈🐈🐈🐈 Ali: way better than 🐔 Carly: ha Carly: do u have 🔮 left to help me find shoes? Ali: have you checked the fridge? Carly: [a pause while she do] Carly: theyre not there 😕🧐 Ali: damn, that'd be the last place I'd look though Ali: were they in the mess your Ma was sounding off about fr Carly: o mayb Carly: if i was wearing any when you dropped me off Ali: 🤔 I don't know if I recall any glass slippers Ali: I'll ask Lene hold up Carly: 👸 energy Carly: but idk if i wanna scary 🐺 at my door Ali: turns out she's actually your 👵 Carly: ha my grandma is 💍 to god Carly: its not close to the energy shes putting out Ali: she'd probably tell your actual that God is a gay girl Ali: nah she's well 😇 around fam, just hide behind your Ma and me, baby, you'll be fine Carly: ha that wasn't in any of the kids bible stories she sent me every 🎄🎅🤶🎁 Carly: her god is 😠 than Humbug Carly: he likes to shout so i gotta zone out Carly: aw that's sweet ur ma loves her too? Ali: Hooray for Catholicism, yeah? 😏 Ali: she loves my Ma, more like Carly: we spend our sundays on our knees nana but its 🚽🤮 or u kno a bigger sin Carly: u do look like her i remember Ali: that's not QUITE 🚽🤮 levels but close 😂 Carly: nah its nice u have the same 👀💙✨ Carly: idk who i look like Carly: postman maybe Ali: now I don't know whether to 😳 or be 🤨 you like my Ma too Ali: you look like you and that's Ali: 💛 😍 😘 🥰 😚 👸 👼🏽 🐰 🌼 🌻 🌞 🍓 🍑 🍨 🍰 🍭 🍬 🎆 💜 Carly: yea 🤞🙏🌠 the postman isnt my da cuz hes a ride Carly: aw now youve got me 😳 Ali: rude, my postman is not Carly: 🚫💌 then baby Carly: ill text u instead Ali: so grumpy, don't stick your hand right into our house if you don't wanna get bitten, sir Ali: not by me, whatever Ronan has said Ali: though I'm well flattered I'm getting a text back Carly: ha its k its not that u use too much teeth Carly: & course ur my hero Carly: tho 🤞🙏🌠 wont b an sos every time Ali: good, can't have him putting you off with blatant lies Ali: it won't be if I do a better job at the heroics and get there before any bad shit can happen Carly: its k i like it Carly: helps me remember what i did Carly: 💔😢 no lads r spelling their names out in bruises for the who Carly: 🐇🐾🐇🐾🐇 Carly: nooo theres no better u could do Carly: ur flying to me faster than anyone has ever ever Ali: amateurs, like Ali: so rude, ain't they heard you're 👸 Ali: I'm basically there now, prepare for the best tea party you've ever been to Carly: aint wat theyve heard but idc Carly: yay 💙 i havent had 1 since me & my 🧸🧸🧸 Ali: I'll be 🎶🔊 it so get in the know lads Ali: awh, can I meet them too? Carly: not too 🔊 or ur gf will bite me which could b fun but im not trying to do u like 💔😢 Carly: some r shyer than others but if u work ur 🔮 how u did for me ull make friends Ali: fill your boots, babe, I don't reckon she's your type, like Ali: I'll be on my best behaviour 🤞 Ali: the loveliest guest you've ever had 🤞🤞 Carly: be fun though Carly: not boring Ali: 😲😲 Ali: Is that the impression I give off? Ali: or another Ronan tale, either way Ali: gonna have to prove otherwise now in the most extra ways imaginable Carly: nahhh Carly: he don't lie to me its his 1 saving grace Carly: its just like a pls Carly: to u & the universe Ali: I won't be boring Ali: trust me Carly: k Carly: i do ur a lifesaver Ali: nah Ali: just happy to help Carly: im happy we r mates Ali: me too Ali: idk why we weren't before, like Ali: too many people at school Carly: & i dont go much ha Ali: this is true Ali: lesser spotted walsh 🐦 Carly: oooh wat colours am i Ali: 💗💜💛🧡💗 Carly: cute Ali: very Carly: wats ur fave colour? Ali: It's a harder question than people reckon, that Ali: like, there's so many beautiful things of every colour Ali: if I can decide for the day, I feel like I'm doing a disservice to all the others Carly: sorry Carly: i havent decided on mine either Carly: when i was a lil kid it was 💛 for the 🌞 then wen i started goin out it was silver for wat i thought the 🌚 looked like Carly: but ive seen so many new colours since Ali: kids always know Ali: they're much smarter than adults about everything Carly: i bet ur lil bro is the smartest Carly: like u Ali: he likes red for 🚨❌🛑⛔️🚫💯‼️🥊🥤 Ali: and I see the appeal Carly: does he like 🍎? i kno somewhere that sells the reddest shiniest 1s Carly: or we cud just throw 🍅s Ali: he's at the anti-fruit stage Ali: but I reckon he could be convinced if we let him smother 'em in caramel and sprinkles Carly: its a date Ali: Me first

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we have talked a few times and im sorry for this but you are the most accepting and easiest person to talk to honestly i dont have many people in my life i can tell anything real to. but the thing is ive been thinging about relapsing a lot more since i broke up with my boyfriend and i work with him so it makes work depressing and impossible to get through a day without crying sorry this is anon but i am scared ily dont hate me i am not trying to stress you out

ok wow first lemme just say: I DO NOT HATE U. EVER.

and don’t be srry i don’t have a lotta ppl irl i can tell my shit to so i get it. pls know u can always ALWAYS ALWAYS come to me, and u dont gotta be scared to come off anon. i get it and it’s ok if u prefer it that way- but pls know i dont keep it on alot bc i get hate and then i turn it off bc i gotta look out for myself and dont post all the hate bc i dont wanna bring yall down or give them the satisfaction of knowing i have given it a read and response. so u can message me or make a sideblog or idk im just saying this so if it’s off later u dont blame yrself or feel scared to come off anon. ok sorelapse is a real thing and it’s fucked and hard and addiction is fucked up and a real life struggle and we dont treat addicts w the real tenderness, respect, kindness, and acceptance they deserve. but u DO deserve it. and there are hotlines, apps, churches, groups, chatrooms/boards, and sites that are more versed in what are the appropriate things to say to u- i say this bc while i’ve been thru it w loved ones i have not myself struggled w addiction w substances. my addictions were to self harm and victimhood so those are the things i searched for help on. but if it’s alright i’d like to give u some tips or things i used and have heard work for addicts of substances

places like i said like churches, groups, chatrooms, sites, apps, hotlines the apps and hotlines are good if u cant travel or want to talk to ppl who wont share their story bc maybe u cant hear it like its not the kinda help ur looking for. hotlines are sometimes tricky bc some of those folks are not educated they are volunteers so judgment leaks thru and in that case u ask to be redirected and report that volunteer so hopefully they dont repeat that kinda mess to other vulnerable folks looking for help

make a list of things, anything. list of foods u like to order, list of things that make u clench yr teeth, what were yr fave gifts you’ve ever got, style icons of urs, hobbies u tried that annoyed u, movies u can always watch, places on yr skin u hate being touched, any list of anything it doesnt have to be the usual thing of “what to live for” bc when yr depressed those kinds of things arent easy to think of. but if u get a list going of like “best things ive ever touched” “sounds that make me laugh” “trends that were stupid af” “popular things that i didnt like n couldnt figure out why they were popular” “weirdest ppl ive met” well those things might get u on a roll of good memories or laughing or seeing that theres more to yr life than what has been occupying yr thoughts

dancing. dance in yr room in the dark. clear some space. put on some headphones. lock yr door. do it in the shower. just dance. i had to start w closing my eyes and picking songs that i was taken by emotionally. songs that made me jump and slamdance tbh and then it’s just gotten more and more something im not as ashamed w. i spent a date night w james just dancing and then we ya know ya know bc the dancing got so wild. now i make playlists of songs that set moods for diff kinds of dancing

watch shows w ppl who arent doing better than u. they dont live in fancy places, they dont do much w their lives, they dont dress better than u, they struggle, they arent eating good food u dont have access to. iasip. freaks and geeks. letterkenny. undeclared. jake and amir. tpb. the state. youtube. tiktok/vine comps. lots of these kinds of vibes on youtube

podcasts. improv comedy podcasts tbh saved my life. comedy bang! bang! has best of’s those are good ones to start w. improv4humans bc matt besser has great guests of some of the best improvisers out there and he has musical guests and they’ll play a song and the improvisers will use it as inspo for a scene

make things. moodboards. pinterest. playlists. fill a shopping cart and tell yrself “i’ll get it when i win the lotto and move away from anyone who knows me so i can be the me i wanna be w/out judgement” make tea. make a meal if u can. make yr bed. clean one thing. clean the sink. hang some clothes or go thru yr drawers and clean them out. throwing things out feels hard at first but then it’s nice bc u feel less bogged down

find something to throw yr obsession at for a bit. something that wont hurt u as bad, being obsessed in general isnt good. everything in moderation irl. too much of something is bad just as much as too less of it can be bad. but yr looking for something lower risk here and if u gotta be obsessed w a celeb or a song or a food that’s ok. yr focusing the energy on something that isnt a substance so be proud of it

give yrself a break. give yrself some credit. everyday isnt gonna be on the “best of your name here’s days” but sometimes u just live to live bc that’s what u do. u wait it out and get thru it and wait for the sun to come back out. and if u cant get outta bed. or if you hate yr job and wanna scream- that’s normal it’s more normal than always being happy ppl just dont like talking abt bc society kinda trains us to hide our fucked upness idk why but thats how it is. they dont wanna tell us to do preventative care until we’re in the pits

all in all- it comes down to (at least for me) not planning w an endgoal in mind. it’s not over til it’s over and rlly we dont know. it’s all fluctuating and not meant to be a finish line we cross and then suddenly we’re done and we dont suffer anymore and the feeling of shit is gone or the risk of relapse is gone and the depression is cleared away never to be seen again. it’s not realistic. bc it isnt real. on the real- risk is always there and the downs and ups mix and run together and depression is not curable (this isnt something to be miserable over tho) depression isnt curable, yeah ok, but it is manageable. it can be quieted down from time to time and if u keep up w yr healthy routines and coping mechanisms- depression will still find its way to u bc the real world is not something u can manage. death in the family, loss of money or job, car breaking down, sickness outta nowhere, depression grows wild when these very real life stressors come into our lives. but all that too eventually gets easier and easier at least from a “ok i have some distance now” standpoint. and then as those days get more and more btwn it u can then be like “oh wow, ive made it thru X amount of days! ive put up w it this long! whats one more day, whats one more week, hell might as well see how much prouder i can feel once ive got a year under my belt!” plus u will be more capable of handling the bullshit if u know u can still find some safe places in yr coping skills or friends or resources.

ok so this is prob a mess but bottomline know this:

I love you and i will be here the best i can should u ever wanna come spill or if u need me to just send u pics of my dog or boring pics of knickknacks or selfies or memes or links or anything just tell me what u need and i will try my best to show u my love. i hope u can see that u reaching out is just already a HUGE major step in the right direction, give yrself credit! thats amazing! yr already doing it pumpkin look at u! it’s hard ik. but i also know if u are capable of saying u have this problem going on, u are capable of getting thru this. u are a light in the world. u offer goodness and u offer yrself and that’s enough. even if yr fucked up right now- u are contributing to the world by simply being u. there is literally NO ONE ELSE WHO IS YOU. so u are unique by definition. i hope u get something from this post and if not i hope it strikes an idea or thing u can do that will help. i hope u know im here and i hope u see this.

i am sending u all my light and love and good vibes and i can’t wait to see or hear from u again. u are never bothering me, a burden, or stressing me out. tbh it stresses me more that u might be struggling and not telling me or anyone. i dont ever want u to suffer in silence bc u feel guilt or scared or anything. u deserve to have a place to voice yr shit. im here to listen if u do wanna tell me anymore.

everyone else-if this helped or if u can think of anything that might help anon or anyone else- feel free to reblog and get some good NONJUDGMENTAL advice or tips and tricks going, but please please please remember to not come off as judgey or flood it with your drama. keep ur drama out of this post so anon or anyone else doesn’t get triggered by it.

and dont ignore my rule and do it anyway and then say some shit like “ik u said not to but i think this will help lol sorry” like we need this post to stay on this vibe that i set in motion and not a struggle contest or dick measuring or all sad personal reminiscing. go make yr own post for that this is NOT the space.

#Anonymous #sorry if this is a mess but i got a lot of feelings abt the shitty advice that's out there for addicts and i dont know shit except my ideas #and all i can do is pass it along but pls still remember there are plenty more things that could work so if these dont strike a chord lmk #and i can try to think of more and reach out to my friends who are addicts and see what works for them #i love you i love you and i love you and i like you

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@younqdrunk said: ! for obviously alvaro/wren and if you feel like it, anyone else you see getting married, surprise me 👀

ALVARO AND WREN

Who was the one to propose: we both know it is wren because he’s very expressive and assertive like that. he was really looking for the perfect timing as well. but i bet alvaro already had the marriage thing in mind, just that wren was a step ahead of him :~) Who stressed more over wedding planning: this is pretty obvious we both know it’s wren Who decorated the house: wren again ofc, and alvaro probs helps out bc he likes being wren’s cute helper whenever wren wants to be extra Who is more organized: with domestic stuff it’s 100% wren, but then alvaro does a great job taking care of the kids and his workplace seems quite organized as well Who initiates bedroom fun: both of them do, but i mean alvaro just has to breathe in wren’s presence and wren could pounce on him at that moment Who suggested kids first: i’m not sure about this bc they both love kids, so let’s make it a tie breaker and say they both had it in mind before both bringing it up at the same time Who’s more dominant: wren is bc he can be quite the control freak, but he adores his service top boyfriend absolutely adores everything about him Who’s the cuddler: they are both equally clingy with each other, but around the first time i feel like it’s alvaro then wren warms up to him and now they just can’t get their hands off of each other What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: we both know it’s stargazing, probs while having a nice picnic out that wren prepared for them :~) Who kills the spiders: wren would cry and hide behind alvaro until it’s gone, but knowing alvaro he doesn’t kill it and probs catches it to set it free outside . an angel Who falls asleep first: idk why i imagine it’s more of wren . maybe bc alvaro rlly makes the most out of it and tires him out 👀 Who is louder? wREN jfkbngjb don’t even ask Who is more experimental? i think they both are . always wanting to try something new w each other Do they fuck or make love? they always make love . i can’t imagine a time they just fucked bc their love is so sensual and passionate and they are both so considerate of each other Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? neither bc i mean they have each other anyway Who comes first? this is something i’m unsure of since they have sex a lot and probs last long a lot so i’ll give it a 50/50 Who is better at oral and who prefers it? they both do, and i feel like they always take their time, barely having a quickie bc they like to do foreplay and oral before intercourse Who usually initiates things? for like major extra things, probs wren . and for like small every day things probs alvaro Who is more sensitive? alvaro is more sensitive w criticism while wren is generally just a ball of sensitivity in terms of details and stuff Who has the most patience? alvaro :~) and it’s one of the trillion reasons wren is in love w him bc he’s so grateful for his patience my heart

MAX AND ZACH

Who was the one to propose: id k why i imagine this being zach esp when they’re both out and it’s that us against the world thing ?? and he permanently just wants max by his side Who stressed more over wedding planning: neither bc they aren’t picky and just want to get married Who decorated the house: i don’t think either are rlly into domestic decorating ?? but i mean zach would put a bit of effort if some guests are coming over . and by effort, i mean hire someone else to do it Who is more organized: i’m gonna bet on this w max bc zach is just chaos wrapped up in a box, hence why he is the tazmanian devil Who initiates bedroom fun: they both do our horny bois, esp when max calls zach daddy he will nut every single time rip Who suggested kids first: i’m not sure w this one maybe max but like rlly subtle bc he wants to keep it cool and eventually zach isn’t at all against the idea of it Who’s more dominant: we both know it’s zach, but i mean max can be quite dominant too whenever he pleases, and they end up fighting for control Who’s the cuddler: mAX !! soft grumpy boi . zach probs complains w how clingy and affectionate he was at first, but i mean he’s stuck w him forever and he wouldn’t have it any other way What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: neither one of them are fussy like i imagine them just being chill couch potatos, cuddling and watching sports is enough of a classic fave Who kills the spiders: ok i’m laughing but zach will manly scream and run the hell out of there bc he’s almost gotten bitten by a spider when he was a kid so . ur on ur own max, but i mean, zach still loves u Who falls asleep first: zach bc he rlly tires himself out until his energy drops to zero and he’s passed out on top of max butt naked, but i mean he’s pulled out already Who is louder? this remains to be a mystery to me rn buuut i feel like it’s max Who is more experimental? they both are p experimental tho zach is still bitter max doesn’t wanna get fucked in a public alley . but i mean soft cold baby, can’t blame him Do they fuck or make love? it’s an alternate thing but even when they “ fuck “ there’s still that fondness that reassures them it’s so much more than sex Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? zach is a wanker so i mean, you didn’t hear it from me 👀 Who comes first? probably max, but it’s only fair bc he’s the one getting his ass fucked most of the time . and zach he rlly likes to control his orgasm Who is better at oral and who prefers it? they both love oral and anal equally i mean come on Who usually initiates things? if it’s like surprises i feel like it’s max . he seems to be a sneaky little fly . but if it’s like no chill pins him against the wall and aggressively makes out, then it is 100% zach Who is more sensitive? max i think ? but i mean zach can be rlly sensitive too u just gotta crack him right, which max has done, so i’ll answer this w both Who has the most patience? i come to think they both do ? or at least max does a bit more than zach, but zach never gives up on him anyway

CALUM AND NICO

Who was the one to propose: calum bc he when he met nico he was sure this was the only person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Who stressed more over wedding planning: neither but i come to think calum’s mother offered to do a lot of work for it since she enjoys wedding plans Who decorated the house: once again, i feel like calum’s mother offered and these two probs bonded with her while she did Who is more organized: i’ll give props to nico for this bc calum is just phew Who initiates bedroom fun: calum at first ?? since nico seems to be the shy type, but i mean when they’ve dated longer, i bet they alternately initiate Who suggested kids first: calum bc he’s so family-oriented we love him Who’s more dominant: they both are, but personality-wise i’m gonna say it’s nico Who’s the cuddler: calum is vvv affectionate w nico he can’t even hide it What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: skinny dipping, bonus when it’s like training grounds or a pool they’re not supposed to be in Who kills the spiders: they both take turns getting the spiders out, but it’s mostly calum Who falls asleep first: idk why i imagine nico falls asleep first since calum is crazily energetic, but he’d gladly cuddle nico as he falls asleep ok they are v soft Who is louder? nico which is why calum is forever smug about it 👀 Who is more experimental? calum is experimental as fuck so brace yourself, nico Do they fuck or make love? they always make love, but making love can get intense w them Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? idk why i imagine this being nico, but i mean calum is always willing to offer a hand ( heh ) Who comes first? i mean from all the stimulation calum gives, i’m p sure nico does Who is better at oral and who prefers it? calum enjoys oral and idk much ab nico so maybe both ? Who usually initiates things? calum is a lil daredevil so we both know it’s 100% him ok Who is more sensitive? nico bc calum is a giant idiot that probs dropped his head when he was a baby Who has the most patience? calum does, but i mean he loves his grumpy nico

LUCA AND WREN

Who was the one to propose: wren also bc i bet they had a rlly dumb argument before that and wren was so scared of losing luca so he rlly realized how much he loves this pain in the ass and seals the deal with him Who stressed more over wedding planning: they both do, but i mean wren is def fussier since luca just wants something simple and less costly w wren’s vision Who decorated the house: wren does, which sometimes luca finds unnecessary bc of the expenses but i mean wren knows how to make a house truly look like a home Who is more organized: they both are, but i’m guessing wren is slightly more organized ? Who initiates bedroom fun: they both do, but i guess after they’ve recovered from bickering bc that seems to be their priority over sex Who suggested kids first: wren probs saw some kids while they were out in public together and just nudging luca like ‘ how many of them do u want ‘ and it starts that conversation Who’s more dominant: in bed it is definitely wren, but generally they are both dominant which is probs why they’re always at each other’s throat and can only ever handle each other Who’s the cuddler: i think it’s wren also whenever he fucks up w luca over the pettiest things, he just gets extra affectionate when he doesn’t feel like saying sorry yet What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: probs volunteering for a good cause bc they’re such angels to the world Who kills the spiders: neither one of them actually kills the spider, but they’ll both be huddled in a corner praying for it to go away, unless one of them is brave enough to like do the honors of bringing the spider outside Who falls asleep first: it alternates between them depends who got the bigger head ache that day Who is louder? they both get rlly loud im just Who is more experimental? they both are lbr Do they fuck or make love? they hatefuck i guess, v rare occasions they make love and it’s v memorable wherever the hell they are Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? i feel like it’s wren yikes Who comes first? they alternately do, but i think it’s usually luca ? though they both last p long Who is better at oral and who prefers it? i feel like they both rlly love oral Who usually initiates things? they both do Who is more sensitive? they both get sensitive w each other, hence why they often bicker Who has the most patience? they have the equal amount of patience w each other, even when it’s v little

#younqdrunk #wOW im just #this took a while but i love #we have more ships but i wasn't sure abt their married life yet jkffkb #~ ✧ ♡ . * — you'll be my star and i'll be your sky .#~ ✧ ♡ . * — max and zach .#~ ✧ ♡ . * — calum and nico .#~ ✧ ♡ . * — luca and wren .

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* 𝗽𝘂𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝗲 : violence incited on his buddy boys at a denny’s parking lot? he's On His Way! from his lil cousin's bat mitzvah with a borrowed sword right now. sound equipment bought on sweet ass deals, babey! a bike only used to make a point. that one vine that got you in detention for playing loud on accident in class. a ride at a pier taken one too many times in a row; bleary-eyed and reminiscing of a better time where he didn't straight up moan after that first bong hit. the shocker of an earburn through a movie marathon that you can't say shit to because he's hosting. "let's start a podcast." "i will find your parents." the mole you thought was cancer when you were twelve. . ／ 𝗝𝗢𝗘𝗟 𝗠𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗩𝗔𝗡 𝗗𝗬𝗡𝗘. 𝗘𝗦𝗧. 𝟭𝟵𝟵𝟴

named joel mitchell van dyne. his parents think they’re on some riverdale shite and named his older brother jason and their two dogs jack and jellybean. their names? robert and goddamn barbara van dyne. goes by joel mainly bc fuck else is coming out of that. jole the eternal gag and the one that will get your feelings hurt, mole.

born in jersey city, new jersey. once a minor threat like every other child in the community until he managed to slap on a ankle bracelet and be on house arrest for his fuckshit at sixteen / a feral youth. a juvenile idiot tracking down cars to vandalize right in front of god and everyone because the owner tried to ban him and his brother from a theater in a town nearby. aged twenty one, turns twenty-two in rex manning day april 8. id’s as a cismale with absolutely no rights! bisexual with no preferences / every hole could be a goal. romantically there but it’s usually these random bouts of fuck mode that cease into a solid period of i don’t exist to anyone, not even to myself but we’ll run mallrats about it in the bg of a dark room, stoned and sometimes crying just to cry, in two-days old cum-crusted boxers or stark nude with our hair tied up looking like gollum with a sick bush editing vid essays for cash but it’s fine, he’s fine. studies film at lockwood and is on his way into his third year. wasn’t really his first choice because college wasn’t but he was persuaded - doesn’t regret that shit! resides in peregrines for the sexy wifi situation and later the general comm of it. community crew member / freelance editor for youtubers and local filmmakers. u want ur shite edited or need the hookups around town, he’s there, garbage-humored and broke pay him.

has somewhat of an unknown legacy online that summarizes his presence / made a viral vine that’s basically a 7-secs porn clip but had an audio of guns getting cocked and gunshots over the oh-so-musical sounds of skin and balls slapping and the eventual facial - no one knows he did it and he wasn’t high at the time but that post nut clarity sure was a #moment. "talent" he very clearly misuses. trust issues but don’t we all. a knack for not shutting the fuck up throughout films and it worked for once / what started as ridiculous themed movie marathon parties hosted at the van dyne’s basement two years ago turned into a movie commentary channel on yt named van dyne and friends* ( wc ) ━ think pretty much it type content but less quality; all jokey, lighthearted but passionate hate watches, regular guests of close friends who either love or hate certain movies, genres, etc. hosted by joel and his brother and it’s a fully a hobby he refuses to stress over but managed to have it be a source of income thank god; primary to his freelancing. no actual reason as to why he picked tatiana - his personal onion on her doesn’t count even if it did influence the last decision so it does nvm - a dear friend of his ( wc oh wow look we’ve learned ) got screwed somehow and he was like oh word? say no more baby bitch. a mishandled anxiety disorder if you couldn’t tell by now / been a problem he refused to acknowledge and then he was introduced to oui’d at fifteen ish and that worked until he realized how much he used it to regulate his day to the point where he couldn’t eat at all without getting zooted so it’s less of that now. a liking for the horrific, the horny and the artistically crackheaded and you’d be distraught as to what he personally categorizes as any of each. a jersey accent he couldn’t mask if he tried. a twitter account he barely uses other than to get recs for comm tracks and tweet dumb shit to delete an hour later for the fun of it but he’s fairly active on instagram.

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗪.

is this chaos? u tell me. is everything actually written? of course not but it only took me a few days and my remaining four brain cells holding on for dear life and begging me to go the f*ck to sleep to get it out there + there’s always time 2 flesh out shite on the side! wcs are still a process for me to list down but i do have a bunch in mind / would love to bounce a few ideas back at ur muses to see what works ! like this post or hmu in the ims or hmu on disco @ clowncore claudia#5377 where i truly shine as a mess xx

#* ━ ━ INTRO : JERSEY CITY STABBING VICTIM SPOILS ENDGAME AT A NIGHT CLUB.#water:intro #tw anxiety #tw disordered eating #is it the bfcu ( bar fight cinematic universe ) ? i wish. drunk dipshits assemble cept he's sober doin this bullshit #ive been up for 24 hrs and for what...#theme coming tmrw since tumblr wants 2 be itself or soon lemme see but ya!

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harrieatthemet · 6 years

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hi im soo in love w ur writing its an obsession 🖤 do u think u could do a thing where harry and y/n broke up a few years ago but they see each other again and they miss what they had and want to get back together?

hope you LOVE IT because I DO!

The heat is swallowing him whole. The collar on his dress shirt is starting to stick to the back of his neck, as it begins to feel more and more like it’s suffocating him. He’s wondering if anyone else is as bothered by the sweltering heat, if there’s anyone else sitting in the crowd splayed out in front of him as hair sticking to the front of their forehead, if they feel like they’re sitting in a literal bowl of soup.

He’s almost tempted to ask the man in front of him, the one tucked beneath a suit jacket identical to his. He wants to know if that coat feels a tad bit heavier than it did earlier on today, if it’s just him or if the rest of the groomsmen felt the same way. It’s probably visible how uncomfortable he looks, as he tugs at the sleeves of his jacket every now and again, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, all while trying to discreetly dab away the little beads of sweat assembling at his hairline.

It’s an all in effort when he tries to focus on something else, to keep from over obsessing about the heat, to avoid wondering if his hair ha completely matted itself to his forehead yet. His eyes do a quick one over of all the guests in attendance, smiling at the faces he recognizes. It’s a quaint event, very intimate, as there isn’t too many people there. It’s a small crowd, mostly family with a few close friends of the bride and groom sprinkled in. So he’s not sure how he missed you the first time.

It’s not until what he believes to be the fourth glaze over the formally dressed audience, that he sees you. Tucked away in the back, sat beside a friend of yours he had deemed as familiar. At first he’s convinced he’s seeing things, that the heat has finally done away with him and that he was so utterly dehydrated that he’s having hallucinations. But it’s clear that it’s real, you’re real, as you sit sweetly with your legs crossed. He likes that color on you, always has, a mute yellow shade that seems to flatter you quite well.

Surely you know he’s here. Of course you know he’s here, why wouldn’t he be? It’s his friend that’s getting married, after all. But he remembers that your a friend of the couple as well, which is how the two of you managed to end up in the same place after a little over 5 years. It’s not that he had forgotten about how pleasing it was to look at you, maybe in this case, stare. More often than not you tended to cross his mind, regardless of how hard he tried to avoid the idea of you altogether. It’d just been a while since he had the privilege of getting to gawk, in person, instead of staring at a photo through a cracked iPhone screen.

“S’that Harry?” Your friend is doing her best at a hushed whisper, though she shoots an apologetic smile when the man in front of her turns to give her a glare.

“Oh,” you sigh, “yeah, guess it is.”

She sarcastically rolls her eyes, mimicking you beneath her breath as she goes to trail her eyes back on the bride. Your bleakness is nothing more than just a decoy, because the very moment you’d caught sight of him up there, tie sloppily done because he has always just been so awful with those, the internal screaming concurring within you was enough to send your head spinning. But you were keen on not letting yourself stare, as you’d be sure to steady your eyes and keep your focus maintained any direction opposite of Harry’s. And, you thought to yourself, you were seated in one of the furthest rows back, so it was slim to none that he’d spotted you so hurriedly.

But how foolish of you to be so quick to assume. Of course he’d spot you so soon, so easily. It didn’t matter how much time would ever pass without the two of you crossing paths, spotting you amongst a crowd was such a simple task for him, it was almost second nature. He knew you were keeping yourself from meeting his gaze, because during the vows he’d peek over at you, doing his best to remain subtle, just to steal another quick peek. And he was almost sure that you’d felt him glancing over every couple minutes, positive that by now, you were well aware of his eyes boring into you. And you were, though you continued to look straight on, smiling softly as you watched the couple exchange rings. Though you broke away, only for a moment, when you were under the impression that he had pulled his gaze back to where it should have been focused in the first place. But you were wrong, and your stare had finally met his. To which, he smiled, discreetly, though it was genuine, even a little excited. It was like he had been waiting for most of the ceremony for you to finally just fucking look at hi. And once you did, you felt that familiar flutter in your stomach, the one you had gone without for a while. You’re quick to return the favor, smiling shyly before awkwardly waving a hand. And your eyebrows furrow right after, as you try to figure out why the fuck the wave was necessary. But he only chuckles, lowly and quietly, biting back on his lip before his stare wanders off again.

He doesn’t head over to the reception with much else on his mind, aside from trying to locate you in the hustle and bustle of moving people. It’s hard to hear over the live band, drown out the noise of obnoxious laughter and loud banter. He’s left with his eyes, and they’re feverishly coursing throughout the outdoor reception tent as he tries to knit pick the frenzy of people for a particular familiar face.

And his determination is put off when a drink is slipped into his hand, a friendly pat on the back abruptly given to him as he’s greeted by a pal of his. In which, he feels obligated to stay and chat here now, about nothing really in particular. A lot of it is just chit chat, some about his career, some about other things he can’t quite commit his attention to. But it drags on, somehow, regardless of here meekness and his short, one-worded answers. He’s doing his best to be polite, he is, but he’s got other things he’d rather be doing than talking about the European leg of his tour.

It’s not until an hour later that’s he free of small talk hell, releasing an exasperated breath before slinking off to grab a well deserved drink. His empty cup is sat between his index and ring finger, as he traipses over to where the bar’s set up whilst humming along to whatever tune the band is playing. And he’s about halfway up there when he gets a glimpse of a familiar dress, a yellow one in specific.

“Thought yeh did th’dip on me.” His voice is silvery, tone lighthearted, and you don’t even need to see him to know he’s got a smirk on his face.

He feels his chest go tight and his throat get dry when he watches you twirl to face him. Everything is exactly how he left it, how he so vividly remembered, and it’s making him feel so at ease and so comforted to know that you hadn’t gone and changed on him. The smile on your face is sweet, it’s warm, so infectious that now he’s smiling like a dork because he just can’t help it.

“Took you long enough t’find me.” You tease, sighing sweetly when he goes to invite you for a hug.

And he smells exactly the same. A familiar trace of cologne comes floating in through your nostrils, and you try to be low key and when you take a deep inhale to savor the familiar smell. The hint of mint gum follows not long after, and it nearly makes you wanna stay in this hug forever. But you don’t know that he feels the same way, an overwhelming sense of homeliness coursing throughout him as he inhales your vanilla scented body spray, trying to refrain from nestling his head into the crook of your neck, like he used to.

“See you still can’t properly do a tie.” You giggle, and he glances down at the poorly done up bow tie on his collar.

“‘Nd I see yeh still don’t like wearing heels.” And now you’re looking down at your open toed sandals, smirking before you nudge his shoulder.

It’s weird how you still have this affect on him, how he can stand here in a room filled with plenty of other people, yet he can’t seem to realize that. Feels like it’s just you and him, not that he minds. Talking with you is a like a sigh of relief, because he’s wanted to for a while now, since he had last seen you, he just never knew how to go about actually doing it. You still laugh at all his jokes, even if it is out of pity, and again, he doesn’t mind. His face can’t ever get sore, no matter how hard he’s smiling, when he hears that laugh of yours. He let’s you go on about your job, what you’ve been up to. And he’s completely zeroed in on the conversation, careful to not miss a word.

“Y’gonna step on my toes? Like y’always did?” He grimaces at the roll of your eyes, resisting the urge to place a kiss to your forehead.

He’s, honestly, surprised you’d agreed to dance with him. And he didn’t care that, upon your request, it was only for one song. He didn’t care to be the only groomsmen that sat this one out, didn’t wanna be the one sitting at the table with a glass of wine while the rest of the wedding party had a dance. He’s just happy to have you a little close to him, hands on his shoulder, as he’s snickering at the joke you made about how the bride’s brother was already a little too drunk. It feels like you’d never left, like he hadn’t just gone and did the past 5 years without you. It feels normal.

“Looks like y’got a little better,” he cajoles, “m’toes aren’t throbbing in pain yet.”

“Well it’s been a couple years,” you laugh, “had some time to work on my craft.”

And though he smiles, laughs lightly along with you, he doesn’t need to be painfully reminded of the time apart. In fact, it triggers him to start wondering why there was even time apart to begin with. He’s a little stubborn, no doubt about it, and right now he’s kicking himself for being that way. Why he wouldn’t have just swallowed his pride and picked up the phone earlier, he’ll never know. Everything feels a little easier with you, calmer and just simplicity soothing. He’s always known that, he’s just merely being reminded of that right now, as you inch your body a little closer to his.

There’s a very obvious, and prominent, frown etching itself onto his face when the band winds down. Your hands slink off of his shoulders, and you’re stepping back a little, wishing he’d coaxed you into agreeing to two songs instead of only one. Because one just didn’t feel like enough.

“Where y’off to now?” He’s watching you fidget with the top of your dress, knees nearly giving in on him when you peer up to smile at him.

“M’leaving,” you shrug, “have t’fly some where for work tomorrow.”

“Oh.” The word comes off in an apologetic tone, as he lets out a sigh.

“But before I’m off,” you murmur, hands maneuvering their way back to his chest, “can’t leave you looking like this, with a messy bow tie.”

It’s a very small gesture, your nimble fingers fumbling with the material of his tie to try and get it the right way. He knows it’s not a big deal, knows that you’re just polite, always have been. But it feels like more than a gesture. And he’s thinking that maybe you’re just looking for a reason to linger around in his presence a moment longer, angling for an excuse to be able to touch him. Which, you are.

“M’I not gonna see yeh for another five years?” He asks, your hand patting the tie before you go to look up at him again.

“You still have my phone number, don’t you?”

“Do you still have mine?”

He probably shouldn’t have asked, because if you said no, he thought he’d might throw up. You’re not sure what angle he’s working, and you too are hoping he hasn’t gone and erased your phone number out of spite.

“Of course.” You giggle, and he can finally breath right again.

“I don’t think I can go another five years not seeing yeh.” He confesses, and the conversation has rerouted to a more serious tone.

“Couldn’t even do four?” You’re teasing is a mechanism to lighten the context, but it doesn’t work well.

“Couldn’t even do a week.” You’re going to slide your hand from the collar of his shirt, to retreat it back to his side, but he catches it with his own to keep it there.

He’s sick of hinting on by now, and you’re through playing oblivious. His hand is resting atop yours, his thumb stroking the side of yours, as he waits for you to just fucking say something. You’re a little caught off guars, only a little, but you’re not gonna object either. Because even a week feels like a lifetime, the longer you think about it.

“Then don’t.”

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yourereallyhere · 5 years

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tagged by @historyandships @iishallbelieve <333

1. What Station on the Ark would you be from? Uhhhhh I literally have no idea bc we don’t really know about a lot of the stations / what they did. I’m in pre-med so maybe Go-Sci because that’s where Ark Station Medical is? I just looked up all the stations but I really have no idea. good question though. if anyone wants to respond with what they know about they stations that’d be !sick!

2. What would you get arrested for on the Ark? I’m kind of a goody-two shoes but if there was a curfew then maybe that. Or defending someone (I'd like to think)

3. Would you take off your wristband when you landed on the ground? It’s hard to think of what I would or wouldn’t do considering that I've never even been close to being in their shoes but I don't think so

4. What would the necklace Finn would make for you look like? (Clarke: deer/Raven: a raven duh..) hmmmm maybe a dog??

5. If you could resurrect any MINOR character who would it be? wow so many minor characters have died it’s hard to remember. Is wells a minor character considering he was only in a few episodes? if yes then him. if not then Jake. let us go back in time and bring him back season six </3 but not like before Clarke was arrested like present show time bring him back

6. Create a squad of 5 characters to go on missions with. Who are they? Clarke, Bellamy, Murphy, Roan, Monty. I wanna say Raven but we’re in a fight right now.

7. What Grounder Clan would you belong to? Louwada Kliron Kru SO COLORFUL

8. What would your name be in Trigedasleng? Lian (?? whatever Leeann is in trig)

9. Thoughts on Finn? Some people hate him, and others love him, so I’m curious. Honestly I never liked him he was so weird and cocky and in his first 2 seconds in the show the people who followed him died and then he jumped off the drop ship in front of Murphy like wooOOWW Finn ur sewww coooool and and then he cheated on his girlfriend who risked her life to be with him like idk? couldn't you wait more than a week and half??? and then he literally massacred a village like ik people have done a lot of shitty things but they were posing no threat whatsoever. they tried to redeem him with the spacewalker backstory but I didn’t really feel for him :/ I don’t think he deserves the insane amount of villianization (is that a word?) he gets in fits and stuff but I also don’t think he’s the good guy they introduce him as

10. Be honest. How willing would you have been to take the chip without knowing all the horrible things it does? I think without knowing most people would say yes and on one hand I don’t do drugs and it seemed super drug-like so I probably wouldn’t but on the other hand emotionally this has been the worst year of my life bc I went through a medical thing so maybe?

11. What character do you relate to most? I think lately Murphy bc my life is literally Murphy’s law ( ha ha no pun intended ) and I kind of feel like a lot of things are working against me but I'm still here bitchesssss

12. What character do you like the least? ABBY I literally have hated her since the first episode and I wish she could die without it breaking my baby Clarkes heart but I know it would kill her to lose her so I'm kind of in a pickle. and jaha before he died was the WOAT

13. Describe your delinquent outfit. (Would you wear something like Murphy’s jacket with the spikey red shoulder patch or have a trademark like Jasper’s goggles? Be creative, yet practical) Loose jeans or something similar and a t-shirt with a comfy jacket and the closest thing they have to Blundstones boots

14. Favorite type of mutant animal? butterflies

15. What would your job be on the Ark? something in med bay

16. Would you have willingly pumped Ontari’s heart if Abby asked? obvi

17. If Lexa wasn’t Heda, but she was still alive, then who would have made the best commander? Aiden

18. How would you act if you ate the hallucinogenic nuts like Jasper and Monty? if I was around other people and it was a good effect then lots of dancing I think but if I was alone and it had a bad effect like with Clarke and Bellamy then I would be pretty sad

19. How would you have dealt with Charlotte’s crime? A more John Murphy approach or Bellamy Blake approach? Neither. id probably try and set up some sort of judicial system and figure it out with a group of people

20. Who should have been the Chancellor, if anyone? Clarke with Bellamy as her right hand and some others (including Kane) as a council. Their main concern was relations with the grounders and the people who have actually communicated with them should be in charge of that

21. Would you have been on Pike’s side like Bellamy or on Kane’s side? Or Clarke in Polis? Kane’s

22. Mount Weather had a lot of modern commodities. (example: Maya’s Ipod) What is the one thing you would snatch while there? the iPod. idk how they survived this long without music.

23. What would your Grounder tattoos look like? Hairstyle? War paint? I don't like having permanent things on my body especially when its not symmetrical asdfghjk but maybe like a small meaningful tattoo?? hair would be two dutch braids or just down and war paint maybe the black line on the face like in season five?

24. Favorite quote? too many to choose from but literally anything bellarke. a few that jump to mind are “but we need each other Bellamy. the only way we’re gonna pull this off is together” “you keep her centered / you got it backwards” “I’ve got you for that” “if I'm on that list you're on that list” “we can’t lose her” oh and non bellarke “If only a conscience was a free pass, and not just a voice in your head you pretend to listen to between unspeakable acts.” is a good one

25. If all of the characters were in the Hunger Games, who would have the best shot at winning? Murphy or Bellamy

26. Least favorite ship? Favorite canon ship? Favorite non canon ship? NOT INCLUDING CL OR BC OR BE Braven (I don't mean to offend but they just used each other for sex, I love their friendship) / but for actual canon relationship Kabby (but only because everything abby does bothers me), marper (too pure for this world pls let more good things happen on this show), niytaviah (so! much! sexual! and! romantic! tension!)

27. A song that should be included in the next season? If there had to be another guest star like Shawn Mendes on the show, who would you want to make a cameo? Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen for those rover ~vibes~ / Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing by Aerosmith / Love Like by Peter Collins, and show guest star Brie Larson, Gemma Chan, or, selfishly, Chris Hemsworth

28. What would you do if you were stuck in the bunker with Murphy for all that time? party and watch movies and sexy time

29. You’re an extra that gets killed off. How do you die? I’m the guy who died first when the scouts attacked in season 1 bc that’s my luck

30. A character you’d like to learn more about and get flashbacks of? Bellamy

31. A character you’d bang? umm if you know me you know the answer to this is my homeboy Bellamy he can do whatever he wants to me

32. Would you stay in the Bunker? Go up to Space? Or live on your own in Eden? I wanna say eden but being alone would suck so space

33. In the Bunker, would you follow Octavia? What would you do to pass the time underground? I guess I'd have to because if not I would die uk and I would read if that was possible. if not I'd get some friends

34. What crime would you commit in the Bunker that lands you in the fighting pits? stealing supplies

35. Up in Space, who would you bond with first? Who would be the most difficult for you to get along with? Harper, and if Bellamy wasn’t too depressed to hang out then him too. Most difficult would be echo

36. How long do you think you would last on Earth by yourself? not long at all

37. When the Eligius ship lands what do you do? Hide, the valley is literally huge. or wait in the village bc no one is taking it over bitchhhh if they wanna talk then talk

38. Favorite Eligius character? Least favorite? Diyoza, McCreary

39. Would you Spacewalk? no im so scared of getting lost in space

40. Would you prefer to eat Windshield Bugs, Space Algae, or Bunker Meat? space algae

41. Would you start a war for the last spot of green on earth? What would your solution be to avoid it? nahhh I said the valley was huge before and I meant it, they're all overreacting just share it bruh

42. Would you rather dig out flesh-eating worms or stick thumb drives into bullet holes? thumb drives into bullet holes

43. Are you willing to poison your sister for the Traitor Who You Love? What would you do to stop Octavia? 100% also he kind of knew she would wake up. if I was her sister then the same as Bellamy. if not then kill her.

44. Would you go to sleep in cryo or stay awake like Marper? Cryo

45. Who are you waking up first to explore the new planet? Bellarke

tagging @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky @anne-shirley-blythe @fen-ha-fuck-you @talistheintrovert @prophecy-gurl @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold

#the 100 #tag game #the 100 tag game

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bitchronan · 6 years

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Sun-Struck

Millicent/Ginny

Non-magical, college, texting AU

Warning for language & alcohol use

ao3

Tuesday, 11:04

Pansy to what was our group chat name again: Millie.. what was that?

Millicent: what was what?

Pansy: you just walked into a tree?

Millicent: I literally did not

Pansy: idk how else to say this .. yes you did

Blaise: hate to agree w/ pansy but I also bore witness

Millicent: ur all dirty fucking liars

Tracey: Ginny weasley just walked past

Tracey: don’t worry millie I don’t think she saw

Theo: wait what????

Theo: ginny weasley!!!?????

Millicent has left the group

Pansy to dynamo titties: don’t think ur getting off this lightly

Millicent: why couldn’t I have better mates

Daphne: fuck right off we’re amazing

Astoria: heard you’ve got wet knickers for weasley female

Millicent: I’m blocking you all fr

Millicent @itsmilliebitches

for sale: shitty friend group, will poke their giant noses in ur business and leave their dirty socks on yr floor (DRACO), starting bid: $0.06 and a piece of gum

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Wednesday, 09:43

Pansy created the group weaslette recon

Pansy added Millicent to the group

Pansy added Draco to the group

Pansy added Daphne to the group

Pansy added Blaise to the group

Pansy added Astoria to the group

Draco to weaslette recon: oooo exclusive members only club

Pansy: this is serious shit

Pansy: no fucking around

Blaise: except for millie

Blaise: ba dum tss

Daphne: please never say that again

Pansy: you have all been chosen for your unique talents

Pansy: Millie obviously u have no talents ur just here bc ur the one w the mega crush

Pansy: Daph ur weird friends w potter we can use that

Millie: oh thanks

Daphne: weird friends …

Pansy: Draco ur just super nosy

Pansy: Tori u and Ronald are still ‘friends’ right?

Pansy: and blaise u just have weirdly good stalker talents

Blaise: right so why are you here?

Pansy: im the brains obviously

Astoria: obviously..

Wednesday, 12:17

Astoria to ronnie 🌸: what are you up to??

Ron to tori 🌟: just laundry you?

Astoria: you know

Astoria: I have laundry to do too

Ron: 😊

Blaise to draconis: you know I think the binoculars are a bit of a give away

Draco to blaze: it’s part of the look blaise

Draco: I’m committed to the aesthetic

Blaise: god ur gay

draco @dracodormiens

need new friends who can truly appreciate the effort I put into being the only one w/ taste or sense of style.. or a skincare routine

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Wednesday, 13:54

Draco to weaslette recon: this is what I have learnt thus far about weasley the smallest:

Draco: she literally does not own any shoes other than sneakers

Draco: which, quite frankly, is a crime

Draco: she’s a lot taller than you think she is

Draco: I would say around 5’7

Draco: bearing in mind millie that you are actually the shortest person alive

Draco: that could present issues

Draco: also she’s friends with loony lovegood which doesn’t speak highly of her taste

Astoria: okay I actually learnt something useful so I’ll go now

Draco: ‘useful’?? okay Sherlock do your worst

Astoria: Ron said she plays football Monday, Tuesday and Fridays and some weekends

Astoria: she’s on the varsity team

Astoria: she works at that coffee shop by the science building

Astoria: she loves animals and volunteers at a rescue shelter when she has the time

Astoria: he also said she’s the most annoying person alive, has no sense of personal space and always takes his shit

Astoria: seeing as he’s her brother I think this is a bit of a biased assessment

Pansy: Astoria thank you for your good work

Pansy: draco I’m doubting your usefulness to this mission

Draco: guess I’ll just die then

Wednesday: 16:02

Daphne to cilliment: ginnys at the library

Daphne: surrounded by admirers

Millicent to dangly: can u blame them

Daphne: god ur wet

Millicent: 🖕🏼

Millicent @itsmilliebitches

Some people are actually like the sun and everyone is just drawn to them ☀️

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Wednesday, 19:16

Ron to grotty sibling #6: Astoria was asking a lot about you earlier

Ginny to roonil: I wouldn’t find your girlfriend asking about your family odd apart from the fact that Draco Malfoy and Blaise zabini were following me around w a pair of binoculars

Ginny: btw I bagsie letting mum down in favour of my social life this week

Ron: fuck no I already have plans

Ron: also, not my girlfriend

Ginny: not if I text her first you don’t

Ginny to birthgiver: mom I can’t come to dinner this weekend I have important plans

Ron to Mom: Can’t make dinner this weekend but Ginny will be there she has nothing on xx

Molly to Family: Any more of my ungrateful children want to stand me up this weekend?

Fred: now you mention it….

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Thursday, 11:07

Theo to what was our group chat name again: why have we not spoken for like three days

Theo: wtf is going on??

Blaise: definitely not bc we have a new secret gc w/out you

Theo: hahaha I would rip your throat out

Pansy: :/

Theo to bbbbbbbBLAISE: who is in this secret group chat

Theo: ANSWER ME

Blaise to the-no: if I told you it wouldn’t be secret

Theo: you’d better sleep with one eye open fucker

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Luna Lovegood to Millicent Bulstrode: there’s a party at phi delta alpha on Saturday

Luna Lovegood: I thought you might want to come since you clearly have a massive crush on Ginny

Luna Lovegood: She’ll be there, in case that wasn’t obvious

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Millicent to main group chat with everyone not secret cooler group chat: what are we all doing on Saturday

Millicent: rhetorical question we’re going to a party at pda

Draco: still the best fraternity name ever

Thursday, 14:12

Daphne to ditties (dynamo titties): anyone (millie) wanna go get coffee specifically at that place by the science building for no particular reason

Tracey: I’m down

Daphne: don’t remember inviting you but okay I guess

Millicent: how do you know she’s working today

Daphne: Penelope Clearwater from my business class is a manager there

Daphne: she showed me the rota

Millicent: on what grounds??

Millicent: Hey penny can I see the staff rota for the coffee shop you manage for vague and unspecified reasons

Daphne: pretty much yeah

Daphne: slytherin

Tracey to ditties (dynamo titties): okay what’s everyone want?

Tracey: millie ur ordering for everyone

Tracey: millie??

Daphne: I think shes literally lovestruck

Daphne: I want an oat milk latte w vanilla syrup

Daphne: oh look there’s potter we should go sit w him and his pals

Daphne: the sister of my friend’s best mate is my crush and all that

Tracey: as the spice girls so wisely said

Tracey: if you wanna be my love you gotta get with my friends

Daphne: zigazig ah

Tracey: pray be upstanding for the mighty spice girls

Millicent: fuck off im actually about to crap myself

Daphne to potter: oi potter who are your pals?

Harry to daphne g: daphne, fancy seeing you here

Daphne: we have ulterior motives

Harry: should I be worried?

Daphne: ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies

Daphne to ditties (dynamo titties): millie whats that on your cup??

Millie: ??? what do u mean

Tracey: there’s something drawn on your cup

Tracey: it looks kind of like a sun

Daphne: why does she look like shes about to pass out?

Luna Lovegood invited you to the event shindig / Saturday, 21:00

Going / Maybe / Can’t go

Saturday, 19:38

Millicent to skkkkrrrr: okay I need help of the wardrobe variety big time

Pansy: omw

Millicent: id rather not look like a bdsm stripper but thanks for the offer

Pansy: don’t speak to me or my 47000 pairs of similar but slightly varied fishnets ever again

Daphne: just wear like

Daphne: clothes

Millicent: thank fuck for that idea

Millicent: fuck u all theo will help me

Pansy: if you want to look like a stressed librarian be my guest

Millicent to main group chat with everyone not secret cooler group chat: everyone but pansy and daphne I need help with my outfit

Draco: fishnets not on the menu then?

Pansy: I resent the implication

Theo: how about a nice sweater?

Pansy: im not saying anything

Astoria: theo it’s a party not a meeting of grammar lovers worldwide

Blaise: you’re all hopeless I must truly do everything myself

Millicent renamed the group blaise + fake friends

Blaise: I approve this message

Saturday, 22:17

Millicent to blaise + fake friends: hey

Millicent: crazy idea

Millicent: what if we /didn’t/ go

Draco: we’re here so a little late to chicken out

Millicent: who’s gonna fucking stop me

Tracey: literally all six of us

Blaise: right who wants a drink?

Pansy: I want 5 please

Pansy: oh tori there’s ur boyfriend

Astoria: are u sure u know what a boyfriend is pans

Pansy: bite me greengrass miniature

Astoria: 🙄

Draco: if you’ll all excuse me I’m going to go get blackout drunk

Theo: who said you don’t have hobbies

Daphne: come on millie I’ll hold your hand whilst you pine over weasley from afar

Saturday, 23:45

Harry to daphne g: I have ur friend

Daphne to potter: is this a hostage situation?? Bc I don’t really want her back

Harry: she just did three shots of tequila then downed an unidentified drink george gave her

Daphne: definitely don’t want her back then

Harry: I think she’s gonna hurl

Daphne: oh don’t worry millie doesn’t vomit she just ruins her life through questionable decisions

Harry: ever thought that perhaps that is worse?

Daphne: but infinitely more entertaining

Harry: daph

Daphne: fine im coming

Daphne: where are you?

Harry: kitchen

Daphne to potter: where are you???

Harry to daphne g: she got away, im in pursuit

Daphne: what do you mean got away??

Harry: gave me the slip, did a runner, kicked me in the shin and took off running

Daphne: I hope it bruises

Daphne: youre a terrible babysitter

Daphne to weaslette recon: anyone seen millie?

Astoria: yea she’s with me

Daphne: is she plastered?

Astoria: she seems fine??

Astoria: we’re playing foosball w ron and ginny

Astoria: hmmm

Daphne: what??!!

Astoria: she just took her shirt off

Daphne: must’ve been slow acting

Sunday, 00:03

Draco to blaise + fake friends: are my eyes decieveing me or is millie making out w girl weasley w no top on in the middle of the living room

Blaise: unless this is a shared hallucination in which case I will be gracefully committing suicide tomorrow then yes

Tracey: dw im filming the whole thing

Daphne: maybe we should stop them before they fully have sex in front of everyone

Astoria: or millie suggests body shots

Millicent: BODDY SHPTS!!!

Astoria: oh shit

Sunday, 08:39

Daphne to millie before you ask yes you did take your top off and suck vodka out of weaslettes navel last night: not to be dramatic but I think an angry dragon has taken up residence in my head

Draco: if any of you are truly my friends you will bring me 7 mcdonalds hash browns and 5 advil

Draco: and a coffee

Pansy: already omw to mcdonalds

Pansy: anyone else want anything?

Blaise: you could see if they’ve got millie’s dignity laying around

Pansy: doubtful

Pansy: recon in draco’s room in 15

Pansy: those of you who are alive

Daphne to cilliment: [Attachment: 1 image]

Daphne: a hashbrown or 9 to wash away the shame

Millicent to dangly: I’m literally dropping out and going home

Daphne: you kicked harry in the shin

Millicent: he probably deserved it

Sunday, 08:55

Ron to tori 🌟: so my sister and ur mate have got further than we have

Astoria to ronnie🌸: I can’t think what you mean

Ron: what are you doing today?

Astoria: trying not to die

Astoria: trying to stop Millie from killing herself

Astoria: the usual

Ron: I don’t think you need to worry about that

Ron: [Attachment: 1 image]

Astoria: omfg!!!!!!!!

Astoria renamed the group ginny weasley loooooooves millie

Astoria to ginny weasley loooooooves millie: [Attachment: 1 image]

Astoria: @Millie

Blaise: omg

Draco: maybe weaslette has taste after all

Tracey: :’) it’s a proud day for all of us

Pansy: if you’d worn fishnets she’d have called you mind-blowingly fuckable instead of just hot

Pansy: just stating the facts

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Ginny Weasley to Millicent Bulstrode: so.. I know more of your bellybutton than I do of you

Ginny Weasley: but what I do know I like

Sunday, 09:27

Astoria to ronnie 🌸: so where are we going tomorrow?

Ron to tori 🌟: tomorrow?

Astoria: on our first date

Wednesday, 13:48

Ginny to birthgiver: about Saturday

Molly to Ginny: You’re not getting out of it this week. I haven’t seen you in almost 3 weeks now.

Ginny: actually I was going to ask if I could bring my girlfriend

#hp #hpfic #millicent bulstrode #ginny weasley #millicent x ginny #ginny x millicent #*fic #mine

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moldypieceoflasagna · 6 years

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36 questions that nobody asked me

(except @lollipoppedchainsaw )

(the 36 questions that lead to love or whatever) https://www.nytimes.com/2015/01/11/fashion/no-37-big-wedding-or-small.html

1. Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?

I hate going out to dinner so much i probably wouldnt be able to enjoy it properly

2. Would you like to be famous? In what way?

It would be interesting to see what it’s like for a short period of time, but i’d never be able to keep it up; i’d probably have an identity crisis

3. Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say? Why?

yes i have to mentally prepare myself 100% of the time

4. What would constitute a “perfect” day for you?

hanging out with the people i love is enough to keep me happy for a good while tbh. sitting around doing nothing literally nothing with them is endlessly entertaining to me even though sometimes i might make that hard to believe

5. When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?

i sing to myself a lot, not so much to others- although i AM a slut for karaoke

6. If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want?

body because i feel thats probably what old people complain about most. plus like,, 90 years of life knowledge? sounds great to me

7. Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die?

probably an accident that’s almost statistically impossible

8. Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common.

single rn (ladies) but i usually try to find friends with similar music tastes because scream-singing in the car is the most fun one can have

9. For what in your life do you feel most grateful?

im most grateful for my dogs and for my friends! i love them and it means the world to me to have people that i can call family. also i would die without my dog juno, she is my rock (and my therapist)

10. If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be?

Not rly how i was raised, but i wish i had a closer relationship with my older siblings. Three of them had moved out before i was rly old enough to not be an asshole child, so most of them still see me as an asshole child and they never take me seriously. im glad i have an alright relationship with them, but that’s kinda all it is and i know i could do better

11. Take four minutes and tell your partner your life story in as much detail as possible.

Lived in Texas my whole life yeehaw. I have 2 brothers and 2 sisters; 2 of them dont like me, and my relationship with the other 2 is,, certainly not bad. Had a lot of physical and mental illness in the past, but 20gayteen is definitely my year, yeet

12. If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be?

either speaking a different language or playing the piano. im very jealous of good piano players, and at some point i need to be able to speak a more useful language than french because so far in texas it’s proved absolutely useless (other than talking to my mom but that doesnt count)

13. If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?

I’d wanna know wtf im supposed to do with my life because sweaty i still have no idea. passion? dont know her please introduce me

14. Is there something that you’ve dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven’t you done it?

i wanna go skydiving bitch, no one wants to go with me! pussies!!! the lot of you

15. What is the greatest accomplishment of your life?

that one time i did an entire semester’s worth of work in the last three days of the school year

16. What do you value most in a friendship?

being able to put up with my huge fucking mouth. also honesty is super important, even if it’ll make me feel shitty

17. What is your most treasured memory?

when i went camping with a bunch of friends and they were bitter i got to be in the middle of the tent because they were all cold. either that or the time i was getting really bad sleep paralysis and @lonelywaterfall & @skity stayed over so my paranoia didnt render me completely useless,,, also the paramore concert lol ive never been more vulnerable in my life.

18. What is your most terrible memory?

coming out to my mom haha

19. If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? Why?

i’d go on a trip around the world to explore/to see a few people, and i’d put extra effort into my gender expression

20. What does friendship mean to you?

comfortable silence is my kink. also emotional vulnerability and SAD BOY HOURS we cant forget those

21. What roles do love and affection play in your life?

I’m such a slut for physical affection yall have no idea please hug me as much as possible and play with my hair or my hands

22. Alternate sharing something you consider a positive characteristic of your partner. Share a total of five items.

i guess ill do the same with previous partners so.. i think being funny is probably the #1 thing i appreciate in someone. when you make me laugh so hard i cry, just know that’s like. peak. also stubbornness is strangely attractive to me, plus like,,, uh having an unexpected soft side? an appreciation of art is super important, too. also SPOON VERSATILITY.

23. How close and warm is your family? Do you feel your childhood was happier than most other people’s?

it was probably happier than a lot of people’s but there wasnt much to it. plus being the youngest in my ENTIRE family really sucked during my childhood because everyone picked on me and i think that’s probably what started a lot of my issues lol

24. How do you feel about your relationship with your mother?

better than it could be, but definitely not what i want it to be. we both love each other and i admire her work ethic, but she gave me a lot of anxiety problems (both genetically and not) and she isnt the most understanding person. i have hope though, people change

25. Make three true “we” statements each. For instance, “We are both in this room feeling …

I’m hungry and sitting alone in front of my computer feeling like OVERSHARING ON THIS BEAUTIFUL THURSDAY MORNING, BOYS

26. Complete this sentence: “I wish I had someone with whom I could share …

many, MANY animals and a lighthouse in the middle of nowhere

27. If you were going to become a close friend with your partner, please share what would be important for him or her to know.

I’m REALLY insecure about my body xd

28. Tell your partner what you like about them; be very honest this time, saying things that you might not say to someone you’ve just met.

LOVE feeling safe.

29. Share an embarrassing moment in your life.

probably every time that i’ve ever worn a dress, because i really,, really dont like wearing dresses and that’s it

30. When did you last cry in front of another person? By yourself?

last cried by myself this morning and last cried in front of another person at my friend’s birthday party

31. Tell your partner something that you like about them already.

no partner but if youre reading this im rly proud of ur attention span. gj buddy

32. What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about?

i think most things can be joked about after a certain amount of time, but like,, it has to actually be funny and it has to come from someone i know isnt serious about it. if a joke is made just for the purpose of being offensive and edgy, it’s never funny no tea just truth.

33. If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why haven’t you told them yet?

i’d regret not spending enough time with people that i love, not traveling as much as i should have, and also i’d regret not formally coming out of the closet to my family (they probably already been done knew but like. yknow). i came out to myself & the people closest to me a LONG ass time ago, but i’ve kinda seen what it did to my immediate family so im not too excited to do that to my extended family. if i’m not too much of a pussy, ill probably do it in the summer when i see them next, bc ive been meaning to for a while.

34. Your house, containing everything you own, catches fire. After saving your loved ones and pets, you have time to safely make a final dash to save any one item. What would it be? Why?

is it bad of me to say my computer? i feel like everyone else has a much more meaningful answer lol. it would probably either be that or the papers i keep on my bulletin board, bc most of them hold a lot of sentimental value (also my prescriptions would be a pain to get copies of)

35. Of all the people in your family, whose death would you find most disturbing? Why?

either of my parents because i dont want them dying before i reach the point where i can expect them to be happy for me when i marry a girl

36. Share a personal problem and ask your partner’s advice on how he or she might handle it. Also, ask your partner to reflect back to you how you seem to be feeling about the problem you have chosen.

personal problems? what’re those lmfao dont have any srry try me again later

i’m too much of a pussy to tag certain people so if you see this and I've had any sort of conversation with you, do it coward

(also @skity @drawinintherain )

#love exposing myself to people on the internet #hot

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