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Ford used to ask Bill to possess him pre-betrayal whenever he got hiccups because Bill could just make them stop by keeping the muscle still.
#bill cipher#ford pines#gravity falls#bills like “seriously sixer i am a literal god helping you punch a hole through reality and youre using me to stop some weird body spasms?"#(he says while fixing the hiccups)#oopsie queue fucked up
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fucking INSANE trying to get hozier tickets today!!!!!
#i tried two separate locations and they BOTH sold out before i could snag tickets#IM SO MAD#it was RIDICULOUS#the first one i made it in and EVERY SINGLE TICKET i clicked on just spun and spun and wouldnt load#and then would go oopsie someone beat you to it#like WHY TF IS IT STILL AVAILABLE FOR ME TO CLICK ON THEN???#and id STILL see those ones popping up even after!!!#and the second venue LITERALLY SOLD OUT BEFORE I EVEN GOT INTO THE TICKET AREA#IT WAS INSANE#like i deadass went onto ticketmaster HELLA EARLY and got in the line AS SOON AS THE BUTTON POPPED UP#but i was S T I L L 2000+ ahead of me in the queue#INSANE WHAT THE FUCK#i ended up finding a ticket resale with a v similar initial price so i bought that#im hoping it works fjsksk#bc ive never done ticket resales before#but ik people whove used this site and they say its good so#but stillllll#UGH#im so fucking mad about this whole thing tho what the fuck#mack rambles
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Making My Own Tumblr Year In Review
So tumblr is not doing the individual years in review for 2023 like they did the last couple of years :(
This is the first year I’ve really been active on Tumblr and used it as my primary social media, so I was really sad to hear that. But then I decided…why not do it myself?
I posted 1837 times in 2023. That’s 5 times per day.
1748 (95%) of my posts were reblogs, and 89 (5%) of my posts were original.
Blogs I think I reblogged the most? Not in order.
@yipeewahoo
@hoodie-sys
@94erz
@namchyoon
@heybaetae
These are just based on me cmd-f'ing my blog using the names of blogs I remember reblogging a lot. It's probably wrong.
My top 15 most used tags (not 5 because i love tagging and want to show more):
#bts - 1045 posts (yeah obviously)
#bts pics - 803 posts (yeah obviously x2)
#queue attack my heart - 691 posts
#memery - 312 posts
#namjoon - 308 posts (i am so mentally ill)
#hoseok - 167 posts
#jungkook - 166 posts
#seokjin - 138 posts
#jimin - 138 posts (i wrote down seokjin's tag first so i put it higher)
#yoongi - 119 posts
#fic & writing - 108 posts
#taehyung - 103 posts
#bts birthdays - 99 posts
#serious posts - 92 posts
#namjoonposting - 59 posts (my favorite tag)
By the way this was so fucking annoying to do. The archive does not show how many posts you have in a certain tag. For every month I counted the amount of rows in a tag, multiplied it by 8, and added in any rows that didn't quite get up to 8. Then I added all those months together. I had to do that for every tag. Tumblr why is there no easy way to see the number of posts in a tag.
My top 5 posts of 2023:
5. Luffy Tab - 20 notes
Still can't believe we just. got a luffy tab. i just woke up and had a luffy tab
4. BTS Post Search - 27 notes
As it turned out. the poster changed their name to something else so that's why i couldn't find the post from tumblr user soupmoths -- they were an entirely different person. oopsie
Also I ended up being able to reblog it! Someone tagged me!
3. 3D Rant - 32 notes
This post got me my first hate reblog <3
In case anyone is wondering. I still agree with everything I said here.
2. Porn - 99 notes
Not doing the big link preview for this one since that on its own is kinda nsfw. Minors don’t click that link.
But yeah. That makes sense.
Even though there’s only 5 reblogs people find it semi-frequently (especially the past few days, no idea why), so I guess it’s spreading somehow? Which makes me happy :)
The Reddit Post - 2.1k notes
Obviously that was going to be it lol, over 20 times the amount of notes than anything else. My notifications were Dying.
Also, this stuff wasn’t in the actual Year in Review(s), but I’m adding them in for fun.
I liked 21k posts in 2023.
I followed 426 blogs in 2023 (not including the accounts I unfollowed).
I gained 69 followers in 2023 (excluding porn bots and regular bots). Nice.
I started 4 blogs on this account, 1 main blog and 3 side blogs.
I gained 15 mutuals in 2023 <3
All this data was as of December 18th, 2023.
#xavi.txt#tumblr year in review#year in review#diy year in review#tumblr year in review 2023#year in review 2023
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Hello rabbity friends!!
I did a stupid and picked up a whole boutique of oopsie daisies!
The next set of posts that I have queued up was meant for my reblog blog but I fucked up and forgot to change the account I was setting it to so now it's going here and I have no way to change the account.
BUT WAIT! THERE IS MORE!
So you might be thinking:
'Why don't you just clear your queue?'
Well, friend, I am not going to clear it because I MINED LIKE A CHILD BEFORE LABOR LAWS TO FIND THOSE QUALITY MEMES AND I'LL BE DAMNED IF I LET HUBERIS BE THE REASON I LOSE THEM.
But! In an effort to stay on theme, I will be adding pictures of dusty to the post. They will be random and out of place, but at least the meme comes with a free bun.
Anyway, here are pics of dusty at his last doctes appointment! He was so nervous!
BONUS PORCH PIC⬇️
Boy on a cushion! For which he shall sit!
#i may be a stupid#huberis has caught up to me once more but i keep running#just think of it as BOGO#bnuuy#bunblr#bunnies#bunnies of tumblr#bunny :)#dusty fat boy#fucking bnuuy
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sometimes I fuck up and accidentally press post instead of queue, oopsie!
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this week’s to do list is so varied and funny
edit as much of roots as humanly possible. yes this goes at the top of the list because i’ll be emotionally and physically unwell until this fic is done
mail my neices bday present
send these ill-fitting heelys back for a refund 😞
acquire a cheap helmet so I don’t bash my brains in while I learn to be a true Skater Girl
fill up the emo n*te queue since i’ve been neglecting that blog…. oopsie daisyyyyy
various 3b1p pre-season two tasks 😎🤠
finish the eyre affair and read undine or fucking DIE TRYING
finish the 14 playlists I’m simultaneously editing (yes, 14) and make accompanying moodboards for 4 of them
figure out how to install a front license plate bracket (fuck whoever ripped the whole goddamn thing out. dickhead)
THEN INSTALL MY NEW VANITY PLATES 🤩
de-spider this pop up tent 😭
send a dozen or so job apps out into the void (need me another pt gig before the fall)
pay for fall classes
deep clean the east and north ends of my apartment (yes this is how I separate my tiny apartment into Sections)
start packing for Cannibalism Girls Trip 🥰
clean out the goddamn car!!!!!!! ahh!!!!!!!!
massive CVS trip because I am So Low on various essentials
use the phone like an adult to call and create various doctor’s appointments
of course the vital ones all have to do with fic and podcast, but the other ones are like, important too I guess 🙄
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Holy fuck I forgot this blog existed whoops
Maybe later when I'm on lunch I'll try to queue up some of the voice claims I use for my OCs atm
Though fair warning it's all masc voice claims so oopsies 💀
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Oopsie!! Looks like I fucked my queue up! Two memes coming momentarily!
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Psssssst this is a total stranger you don’t know asking if you’ll write about your favorite characters - dbd killers or slashers - reaction to their girlfriend deepthroating a popsicle in front of them because she has no gag reflux and forgets about it. Again it is a stranger we’ve never talked I’m very shy 👄 🍦
Ah, yes, Anon I've TOTALLY never met before, I shall indulge you/j
This is gonna be fun~ 😏
Michael Myers
Queue classic Mikey stare
…
It's not unusual for Michael to silently stare at you like the creepy weirdo that he is, so it takes you far too long to realize that you're doing something very inappropriate
You've practically finished your popsicle before he's grabbing your wrist tightly, forcibly yanking the stick from your mouth
Before you could protest, he squeezes your wrist, a silent threat for you to Shut the hell UP
It takes you a few seconds to put the pieces together, but when he forcibly yanks you forward, face first onto his already rock-hard member, you figured that you may or may not have forgot to mention to him that you, in fact, have no gag reflex. Whoops...
Looks like you're in for a long night...
Jason Voorhees
He doesn't know if he should be terrified that you're gonna choke to death, or mortified that you're somehow not doing so already
Will do a very noticeable triple take, before covering his already masked face out of sheer embarrassment
W-What is happening..?! You're acting like that is completely normal! ... I-Is that n-normal?!
Jason has a bit of a crisis, contemplating everything he's ever known, all while you're happily deepthroating your popsicle, completely oblivious to your boyfriend's silent meltdown mere inches away from you
Will tap you on the shoulder and try his best to beg you not to do that anymore. What if you choke on it, o-or you swallow that stick o-or uhh- um-
Should you laugh, or should you cry? You awkwardly explain that you don't have a gag reflex, and you wouldn't just choke on something like a popsicle stick
He... doesn't quite get it, but he's glad you weren't going to die. But still... Please don't do that again! You're gonna give him a heart attack. And conflicting feelings...
Bubba Sawyer
He's even more mortified than Jason is, if you can believe it
If any of his brothers happen to see you doing... THAT...
Lots of squealing and flailing. So much that you almost swallow the stick that's currently halfway down your throat
Absolute pandemonium ensues. You're choking on saliva and adrenaline, Bubba is squawking and fussing over you, Nubbins and Choptop are now crowding the two of you being nosy, obnoxious bastards, and Drayton is shouting for everyone to SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
It takes waaaay too long for things to calm back down, but when they do, you take Bubba aside and explain to him that: 1) no, you weren't going to die, 2) no, you weren't going to choke, and 3) you have no gag reflex, and he doesn't need to worry so much about you
Bubba will pout and huff about you needing to be more careful, but will blatantly be flustered over something else. What that something is, you just have no idea.../j
Max Thomson Jr./The Hillbilly
Congratulations, you've killed the poor boy
He can't. Stop. Staring. Oh god he can't stop-
Max is as fascinated as he is disturbed
He certainly can't do that. Is it a trick? Is... it just something you can do?? Did you learn how to do it??? He has so many questions, but... it's making him feel... weird
Knows he shouldn't stare, but he can't stop himself
When you finally catch him staring at you, mouth sort of agape and cheeks flushed, you realized that you may have done a small oopsie
You sheepishly explain how you don't have a gag reflex, and sometimes you forget that fact is a bit weird for other people to see. He understands, but is completely unable to look you in the eye for nearly a week after this incident
Maybe this is something that you should demonstrate talk about at a later date...
Demogorgon
Well, Demo doesn't really notice anything odd with your eating habits other than you eating far less that he does, soo...
Will try to steal your popsicle
And tries to shove his tongue into your mouth
Oh, and will sit on you if you won't give him what he wants
Over all, 10/10 a good boy that deserves his own popsicle
Herman Carter/The Doctor
Oh God, what have you DONE-
You don't realize just how bad you've fucked up until it's far too late
While you're busy deep throating your popsicle without a care in the world, Herman is carefully studying you. Hmm... How deep can you take it? For how long? Does girth affect your gag reflex?
So many fun and exciting things for him to experiment with!
You are gonna have so many different things shoved down your throat...
No, it won't just be his cock
And yes, it will be things that have zero business being in your mouth, let alone down your windpipe
Your throat is gonna be so damn sore after he's done with you...
@prettycutebunny
@randomyklol
@kennbb
@furanshinufuransu
#og michael myers#bubba sawyer#max thompson jr#demogoron#herman carter#michael myers x reader#bubba x reader#dbd the hillbilly x reader#herman carter x reader#demogorgon x reader#ask response
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“mortal beauty.” kars.
kars x bottom!male reader
summary: the irony of the perfect being becoming infatuated with a mere human, right? sunlight makes it hard to court, and taking them in the dead of night is so much more fun.
wc: 918
warnings: non-con turned dubcon, kidnapping, size difference, audience, threesome mentions, cumflation, belly bulge, no prep
a/n: lowkey wish i was space so jojo could’ve launched kars into me OOPSIE DAISY
infatuated.
the best term kars could use to describe how he felt about you. a mere mortal, a weakling compared to him. then how in the world did he end up here?
you were on your knees before him, head down. a couple of strange looking men stole you away from your quaint little apartment in northern venice and brought you here. bound and on display for their master.
kars thought you looked divine. your bare skin almost glistening in the moonlight, stripped of everything but your underwear that left very little to the imagination. a meal ready to be devoured.
“he's quite a beaut, ain't he.” one of the many sickly looking men piped up, staring at you. “master kars picks well.” some more whispers were drowned out by your heartbeat in your ears. kars was having none of it.
“enough!” he shouted, the peanut gallery silencing on queue. he sighed as he used his foot to force your head up; his red eyes burning into yours. he could see the fear in them and shivered at the thought.
“my men aren't wrong, you are quite the number little one.” he kept your head up as he spoke. “what a shame they'll never get a taste of what you have to offer.” his foot thrusted into your throat, knocking you back. in your fit to regain your breathing you barely registered the statue of david looming over you.
he wasted no time. you barely even caught your breath before he picked you up and sat back down on his “throne”. your blurry vision made it hard to focus on him as he tore your remaining clothing away from your body.
unlucky for you, kars had no intention of prepping your unused hole. he'd been watching you for so long, wondering how a mere mortal could be so captivating. dreamt of how you might look taking the perfect cock. he knew you were a virgin, he could smell it. he almost didn't want to ruin that sickeningly sweet scent; but the anger at the idea of someone else robbing you of your innocence was too strong.
your pleas to be let go fell on deaf ears. your body shook as you sobbed; kars ignoring this as his ran his hands all over your body. you were so tiny, so fragile. like a little porcelain doll. his hands smoothed over your skin, a weak attempt to soothe your nerves. you could feel his cock pressing against your thigh and shivered. surely he wasn't intending on fucking you, right?
whatever god or goddess you prayed to didn't listen as kars lifted you up to free himself. your eyes widened and your body went stiff as you felt his cock rest against your ass.
huge couldn't even begin to describe kars in any aspect. you were positive he'd kill you with that thing. you started begging him not to, repeating over and over that it would never fit. kars chuckled.
“i'll make it fit.”
with that he pushed the head into you. your cries of pain were music to his ears, though part of him wished it was of pleasure. in due time he thought. with one hand he guided you further down on his cock. your little hand trying to push his broad chest away was almost comical.
when he eventually bottomed out your sobs reached their peak. “i told you didn't i? i made it fit.” his gaze fell to the bulge in your tummy, which he used the hand that wasn't holding you down to caress. both wamu and asidisi never took him like that; nor did any of the others he ripped innocence from. it was intoxicating.
“you feel that, little one?” he asked, pressing against the bulge. your whimpers answered for you. “perfect hole for the perfect cock.” he muttered, lifting your hips up. you had a second to catch your breath before he began using you like a fleshlight.
your cries rang throughout the hideout. certain that peasant boy you would smile at could hear you taking all kars had for you. you kept trying to push away from kars, complaining that it's too much! he know it was a lie, your cock was leaking all over the two of you. you loved this, he could see it and feel it.
your cries began to mix with moans. you didn't want to be taken advantage of like this, but it felt so good! you could feel his cock rearranging your insides and consistently rubbing against your prostate. if he could, he'd get you all round and pregnant with the perfect being’s offspring.
your moans grew in pitch as he kept moving you up and down his cock. kars smirked, using the hand previously pressing on your stomach to tease your cock. his large hand engulfed the whole thing. he chuckled darkly at your attempts for more friction. he only had to jerk his hand once and he had you cumming all over his hand.
you kept whining as he kept using your body to his pleasure. your blurry vision watched him lift his cum covered hand before licking at it. he groaned. of course you tasted sweet and pure. he could feel that your cum was going to be his favourite treat from then on.
“‘s too much, please~ ah!” you begged. “we're not done until i say so, pretty thing.” his movements quickened and fear bubbled up. he was going to kill you with his cock.
his stamina was incredible. you came another four times before he finally let go. you felt your stomach bulge with his cum. he finally pulled out of your abused hole, dropping you on the ground before him. your legs continued to shake as cum leaked from you. you only had a moment of reprieve.
“wamu. asidisi. it's your turn with him.”
#kars#kars x reader#kars x male reader#dark male reader#dark male reader smut#bottom male reader#jjba#jjba x male reader#jjba smut#kars smut#the concept that kars is the ultimate dom makes me go feral#I'LL WRITE THE REQUESTS ASAP BABES PWOMISE#cw: noncon#cw: dubcon#cw: kidnapping#✏️ ; works.
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It Only Takes A Taste (3)
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x [Fem]!Reader (GN pronouns, fem coded stuff, but I’m not sure where this is going as a larger work so we’ll say Fem!reader to be safe)
Summary: Jack comes for dinner, I guess.
W/C: 2345
Warnings: none yet!
A/N: this one got a little long, oopsies.
AO3
Where am I in this series?
01 | 02 | 03 | 04 |
The bed had been so warm and comfortable you hadn't wanted to get out, but the thought of seeing Aaron again made your heart grow three sizes. You'd been texting back and forth for the last couple of days, just small awkward stuff. He likes to text emojis. He's precious. Of course he's precious.
He comes in as you're serving your first customer of the night—a sobbing thirty-year-old man who can't even order his pie without spluttering in tears. Is it favouritism to get excited by Aaron turning up? Yes. Is it worth it? Yes.
"Hello," you smile. There's a hundred things you could have called him, but he's too cute and your brain doesn't want to work.
"Hi," he grins back. "Can I have a coffee, please. Here."
"Yes you can." Aaron splits his bill between the counter and the tip jar. "How was your day, Aaron?"
"Boring paperwork. Couldn't concentrate."
Concern furrows your eyebrow. "Is something wrong?"
"Huh? No! I kept thinking about seeing you." There's that sunshine smile again. You might even match it yourself. He points to the cake that's still in the display tin. He's in earlier in the night than usual, so there's a lot more range to choose from. "Is that carrot cake?"
"Sure is. Do you want some?"
"Please."
You serve him a slice and let the coffee machine splutter and fight with you. He stabs his cake with his fork and looks like he has an out of body experience the moment the cream cheese icing hits his tongue. That's a face you want to see again under different circumstances.
"Joe?"
"Me! And Joe's recipe. I sort of mixed it together and prayed."
"Then mark me a religious man." Aaron smiles. You can't held but smile back at him.
"It's a bit early for you to be in," you say. It's not an issue, just means you got the earlier shift. Finishing at 1am instead of 7am. Plus, Aaron looks nice in the daytime. Very nice. The afternoon light suits him.
"Didn't have a case," he shrugs.
You've googled him since getting his business card. “Supervisory Agent Aaron Hotchner, Section Chief of the BAU”. The fuck did that even mean? BAU was the Behavioural Analysis Unit, which was still mainly a mystery, but you think it’s maybe just an over-glorified way of saying ‘they look inside people’s heads and hope for the best’. He’s got a handful of news reports that you’ve practically memorised.
Okay, that’s a little obsessive. Don’t admit that to him.
He wasn’t the ‘untouched by darkness’ that you’d thought of him before, his work face held all the darkness his smile did not. You hoped you never had to see the serious man who stood before the cameras.
“How’s Rita?” Aaron asks. He’s cut the top off his carrot cake, saving it for later. He looks at it longingly every now and then, then he scoops just a little bit of the cream cheese and lets it rest on his tongue.
“She’s good. Restless. She’s happy for the due date to arrive.” She’d also asked you to be the baby’s godparent. Rather forcefully, actually, it had felt a bit strange. That was the only reason you hadn’t jumped at the opportunity. You’d do anything for Rita, but saying yes in that instant would had felt strange. Almost… wrong, maybe.
Aaron knows you’re thinking about it. He puts his fork down and shifts in his chair, waiting for you to continue. He doesn’t fill the silence between the two of you. You think about telling him, but then Lola’s bustling through the door and grabbing her apron.
“Hot stuff, when can I go for a smoke break?” is the first thing Lola says to you. She pulls chewing gum out of her mouth (yes, pulls. She sticks her fingers in her mouth and pulls it out as far as it will go without snapping) and Aaron moves his cake around his plate a bit. Does he not like it? Don’t be silly, he asked for it. Requested it. Whatever. You put his three cookies into a plastic bag and slide it across the counter to him.
“Lola you only just came in.”
“But I want to know,” she whines like she’s a teenager with an after school job, not a thirty-five-year-old woman who works at the diner full time. “Hey, Rita’s been acting weird, right? Is that a pregnancy thing, or?” Lola rubbed her nose on the back of her wrist and sniffs. An action you’re all too familiar with by now, and of course she was doing illegal substances in the bathroom before she started her shift when there’s a legitimate federal agent in the diner.
“Oh,” Lola says as she looks at Aaron. She looks at you, raises her eyebrows, and nods like she’s impressed. “I take back telling Rita she was a liar." Even without knowing the context of Rita and Lola's conversation, you know Rita had told Lola how pretty/handsome/gorgeous Aaron is. "I’m going to go clean some tables.”
She grabs the cleaning supplies and heads out into the dining area. The door swings open, banging against one of the booths, and you’re immensely glad Lola doesn’t scream 'watch it’ at them. A curly haired blonde woman (gorgeous, mind you) touches Aaron’s shoulder and he sits up straight, smiling, and your heart plummets a little bit. Just the tiniest amount.
“Jack insisted we switch over here before I go to parent/teacher interviews.” As if on queue, a well mannered, sandy-haired boy sits next to Aaron and grins too much like Aaron. Aaron’s son. You can put two and two together. Profiler or not.
“How was school?” Aaron asks. Jack shrugs.
“It was school.” He learnt that from his dad, there’s no question.
“Well, in that case. Jack, this is my friend Y/n. Y/n, this is Jack.” Jack extends a hand to shake in greeting and looks really shy about it. You shake it quickly so he doesn’t feel like a kid who’s been roped into doing adult things. There’s a pile of colouring-in pages Joe’s printed off at the local library beneath a cup of crayons that Jack’s eyeing off.
You grab a sheet and a crayon, raising an eyebrow in invitation as you turn around to Jack.
“Yes please,” he says, grin growing across his face. “Thank-you.”
“You’re welcome. Wonderful manners.” Jack grins even bigger and you think he, too, might combust just like his dad. Stardust! That’s the movie you were thinking of. When Yvaine sees Tristan she shines, literally, the star inside of her just can’t be contained. That’s Aaron and Jack, and the way they look when they smile.
Aaron’s sister-in-law looks at you with a cocked head, like a curious cat. Like she’s waiting to pounce. But… curiously pounce. Like she's sussing you out. She extends a hand in greeting.
“Jess. Aaron’s talked about you.”
There’s no response but to look sheepish. This seems to greatly please Jess, who smiles softly and rubs the back of Aaron’s head affectionately. They have a long history together, it’s too familial to be just a relationship born through marriage.
“I’ll see you later then, Rockstar,” Jess says.
“Bye,” Aaron and Jack say together. Aaron rests his cheek on his hand, watching you as Lola hands you three orders she’s taken while you’ve been talking to Aaron. Jack leans over and whispers to Aaron about his homework (it’s a whisper that belongs on a stage) as you wrestle with the coffee machine.
It’s been grinding it’s way down to not working for a while now. Ever since you met Aaron, actually. Joe’s said he’s going to fix it, or get a new one, but everyone’s in a state of non-commital until Rita has her baby.You’ve got no idea why, it’s just the way things are. Good luck, maybe? Or luck in general?
Somehow you get Aaron talking about Shakespeare. It might have been Jack’s doing, to be completely honest, but one moment you’re trying to make the froth… well, froth… and the next you're listening to Aaron talk animatedly about Othello. Jack's young enough to not think his Dad's passion is embarrassing.
"Have you watched Othello?" Jack asks, a question that Aaron's neglected to ask you. "I'm not old enough to yet."
"I haven't seen that one yet, but I've seen Much Ado About Nothing."
"Is that the one with the olive gardens?" Jack asks. Aaron frowns, eyes searching for the answer in that big beautiful minds tonight.
"Yes," he says finally. "That was the one with the olive trees."
Jack giggles. "There was kissing in that movie."
"Lots of it," Aaron agrees. You're not sure you're talking about the same film, but it's cute to see the two of them interact.
"With the guy who plays Lockhart in the second Harry Potter movie?" You ask. Jack laughs just like his father. It's all light and mirth. He nods in confirmation.
"His name is Kenneth," Jack says like he's familiar with him. When Aaron smiles, you know Jack's his whole world.
It’s not long before Aaron realised he’d brought Jack in without asking if he wanted anything. The afternoon rush had died down, leaving you in the space between out-of-work and dinner. You make the most chocolate-y hot chocolate you can for Jack when Aaron says he can have one. Well, Jack says the best bit is the froth, so it’s more child-size-hot-chocolate-in-an-adult-mug-full-of-froth. Jack loves it. He slurps at the chocolate, which leaves a giant frothy mustache over his top lip that won’t go away no matter how much he licks at it.
When he’s done you let him come around to the kitchen to wash his face, because no amount of wet napkins is going to fix that mess. Jack can’t reach the sink, so you fashion a step out of old milk and bread crates. Joe gives him cake batter to taste before realising that he actually has no idea who Jack is. Aaron watches from the kitchen door with a smile on his face. You don’t catch it until Jack jumps off the crates and takes your hand, leading you back out. Aaron’s fingers brush your hand as you pass him. Electricity sparks between the two of you that's completely unavoidable. The two of you recoil involuntarily.
Aaron gives you a small smile of apology. You give exactly the same one back. Lola legitimately gasps like she too felt the electricity between the two of you. Surely that was just something that happened in movies? Or in books? That’s not a real thing, right? But Aaron brushes past you again, as if he’s making sure as well, and it’s there again. Only it’s like your whole arm becomes pins and needles, not just a quick lightning spark.
If it’s like that every time you’re with him, your not sure you could even go beyond lusting after him and giving him coffee and meals every now and then. Aaron drops his gaze, then follows Jack to the front of the counter.
They stay for dinner (because Jack insists, he wants the nachos) but the rush comes early and there’s really not much time to talk to them, so you almost miss them leaving. Almost. You’re serving the angry couple at table three (are they angry at you, or each other? Who knows, you don’t, but they’re taking it out on you) when Jack taps your hip.
He’s very patient as you finish the order (somehow you figure out what they want between the curse words) and bend down to him. He hands you a folded piece of paper.
“This is for you,” he says. “I did it.” You’re about to unfold it, but he insists that it belongs in your apron pocket until you can look at it with no rush. That’s a kid who knows what it’s like to have a very busy parent. So you tuck it away safely and mess with his hair, which makes him grin from ear to ear.
“See you later!” Jack yells as he runs to Aaron, who’s waving goodbye with a doggy bag full of Jack’s unfinished dinner.and his keys between his fingers.
“I’ll see you later,” he mouths as the noise in the diner starts to rise. Without thinking you blow him a kiss, which he catches effortlessly and kisses the fist closed around it before slipping out.
When you get to the kitchen Lola’s already in the midst of teasing you.
“You like him,” she says with all the confidence in the world. There’s not point denying her, so you just nod. It’s met by a chorus of ‘ooo’s which, to be honest, you really didn’t need. It made the diner feel far too small.
When everything dies down you remember the paper Jack had given you. You wipe the milk and spaghetti sauce off the counter, then make sure it’s dry, and unfold Jack’s page. It’s the generic colouring page Joe’s printed out, but Jack’s tried to make the generic waitress look like you. Well, you if you had purple hair and green skin. It’s a start, you guess, there’s an apology from Aaron on the back. Makes it worth it.
You move a couple of postcards on the corkboard aside and put Jack’s picture there instead. Joe pretends not to notice, but when Lola goes out the back with one of her customers, Joe comes round the front and presses a finger to the page.
“Good kid,” Joe says. He nods a couple of times then turns to you. “You know he and his dad come as a package, right? You fuck up one, you fuck up both.” Joe’s first wife had three kids that weren’t biologically his. He’s still mad at himself for not taking the kids seriously and only turning up for their mom.
“I know,” you say.
Joe strokes your cheek as he passes and kisses your forehead. It’s all the praise you need.
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Fav seasons, source stuff, non-humans, and sys name
Sys name is Brimstone Trident :D Not really bt system or collective or anything, it’s just, we’re a trident on cool fire xd
I think it’d be easier to tell ya who *isn’t* non-human, because when you’ve never felt like a person it’s hard to identify 😅 The dudes name is Aleksander and fuck-- I think it’s soon his 1 year anniversary of fucking off into the abyss xddd Somewhere jan and feb last year-- fuck it’s been a long time
Or ig we got Lisa? She doesn’t really, do the whole “relating to humans” thing though, and I think she had a virgin mary birth?? I don’t remember her source very well xdd *SO* take that into account how you will
We’ve got cookies, we’ve got demons, horses, robots, vampires, things with humans shapes that inherently identify with their non-human shape, doodles, a whole ass color-- Human people who identify as human people is not something you find here xddd
I should’ve added the seasons thing into the don’t list but i mustve missed it ._.
Cause of those previously mentioned complications I’m gonna just, make a sys wide guess as someone as host has met most ppl xd Being probably fall, lotta spooky boys around here and liking the other seasons would probably be a surprise compared to it
And lastly, source stuff, under keep reading cause this might get long .-.
I’m just letting the ones who want to talk come and talk and I can’t see if there’s a queue xddd
uhhhhhhhhhhhhh ig ill just, label them? xcc -- I’ll try to avoid any dialogue or we’ll be here for decades
Lyce - I have nothing for you other than appreciate my fucking wife. She’s Raven and we’ve been married for years.
Ah shit how many years o.o
Nvm it’s 6 we’ve been married for 6
We don’t have any grand memories it’s just if we’re talking source stuff then we’re technically in each others sources, and she’s the best source memory I’ve ever got
I’m being told I’m being overly positive clearly I haven’t done a good enough job being a wife to her
Retina / Iris (co-written) - O o o o o o o o source!!!! Ok so tldr me and retina are the twins from terraria, but it gets *crazier*
Lowkey just ignore that we’re one of those “human shapes that id w their non-human shape” and just act like we’re robots
Ok so yknow big wall guy? He used to be a mechanical scientist-- pfffffft if i know what he was actually up to all *I* know is that he created pretty much all of us bosses except for a small few-- but the dude did a big oopsie!! a big fucky wucky!! My guess is he tried to combine robot and flesh and something went a bit screwy and now he became the wall!! Which *sucks* but at least Kye kept us safe EoC
Rat - Wanna know a disaster? *Me*
What would you do if you were both 40 and 14, lived both in an irradiated wasteland but also on the moon and *on top of that* had a wife and a child that you both saw die?
Only some of us get source memories, even fewer get weird ones, but not all of us can keep to a single consistent timeline
Which i mean I dont have an issue shits fine i barely think of it, it’d only be a problem if I met my wife or kid again which uh... hm... maybe I shouldnt tempt fate
T3chza - Speaking of single timelines, Rat’s got what, 3? If I don’t have a dozen I’d be shocked.
Fusion of Techno and Phil, with every possible combination under the sun + some additional ones.
Being husbands, being siblings, being father/son, being comrades, being war criminals, being good friends. Mind you, all of these have the added variation of if I’m fused in my memories or if I’m separate.
I’m also one who very easily has my source adjusted to outside stimuli, both the coolest and strangest variation is where I’m turned into a hoglin and phil cares for me, and vice versa where he turns into a crow and techno (clarification I ID more with Techno side than Phil even though they’re both integral to me)
#system stuff#pluralgang#brimstone trident#did osdd#but little did i know#osdd#fictives#ask game#tumblr ask game#introject#cookie run introject#terraria introject#dsmp introject#borderlands introject#overwatch introject#plural
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so uh, dnd time
in our last session, our dm (my bro) put us (gnomish lore bard, human assassin, gnomish warmaster, tiefling sorcerer) up against a mine full of kobolds and their slaver friends
queue making some actual decent decisions and capturing a kobold patrol (or one of them at least, the other one got moidered) to interrogate them on what’s going on in this mine
interrogation goes well, we tie up the kobold to use as a guide and decide to go in during the day because that’s when the kobolds sleep; the two kobold guards at the entrance get turned into pincushions with the crossbows we stole off a previous patrol that came across us the night before
et cetera, et cetera, we get a ways into the mine and that’s when the big boy kobold shows up down the hall, alone, because it’s daytime and everyone else is sleeping, and we start shooting at him but he’s buff as fuck and escapes out of sight before we can take him down—
and that’s when our sorcerer throws a fireball at him, oopsie, because the supports in this mine are made of wood and it’s not the best idea—
and rolls a 1, of course, so not only does she miss but she sets the supports on fire—
and gloriously, stupendously, amazingly, the supports cause a cave-in right on top of Mister Buff Kobold and remove the last 14 points from his HP bar
killed by a critical fail. truly, life is a bitch
(then we killed a red dragon, but like, it was a baby)
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So while we wait for the sexy times of Chapter 13 of S?IS, here's some of the outlines I've had for previous chapters!! ENJOU
1. (CHAP SEVEN OR SO)KachOW AFTER Y/N AND SNAS DRINK AFTER MAKING UP THEY YALK PERSONAL SHIT WHICH INCLUDES LIKE GIVING BG TO Y/N, THRN AFTER Y/N TALKS ABT FAV BANDS SANS INVITE HER TO CONCERT HE MEANT TO GO WITH WITH MARIAH, AND THEN Y/N SAYS YEAH, AND THRN SANS GETS SLOSHED AGAIN AND THEN THEY GO TO HER PLACE SINCE ITS CLOSER BUT THEY DONT MAKE OUT BUT INSTEAD HE TALKS ABT HOW SORRY HE IS AND HOW HE STILL MISSES MARIAH AND HOW HIS FEELINGS ARE COMPLICATED FOR Y/N AND HOW SHIT HE FELT WHILE BEING GONE AND BEIMG HONEST ABT IT AND ANGST ANGST ANGST THEN SHE SENDS HIM HOME AFTERWARDS THEN HE PASSES OUT WITH REGRET FOR DRINKING SO MUCN
2.(CHAP 8 OR SO) Y/N IS CHILLING WITH BP AND BLUE (ICESCREAM DUDE) ASKING ABT & RANTING ABT SANS BEIN' A STUPID AND FREAKING OUT ABT GOING TO THE CONCERT anD THEY BEING GOOD PALS ARE LIKE "FUCK HIM BUT LIKE FUCK HIM ANF MAYBE THID CONCET WILL BE GOOD FOR YOU" OR SMTH DJKSKA I DUNNO YET
4.(CHAP 9 OR SO)RECONCILLATION WITH SANS AND SHIT AND Y'ALL ARE COOL AND LIKE PLATONICALLY HOLDING HANDS AND BEING ALL BLUSHY AROUND EACH OTHER AND SHIT AND GOING TO LUNCH OR SMTH LIKE A WEEK BEFORE THE CONCERT THEN YOU GO TO GRILLBYS WITH HIM AND TALK ABT HOW EXCITED YOU ARE FOR THE CONCERT WITH HIM
3. (CHAP 10 OR SO) CONNNCERT WE RUN INTO MARIAH THERE AND MORE ANGST AND YN GETS SAD CAUSE SANS DID AN OOPSIE WITH MARIAH THE ASSHAT THEN YN DIPS AND RUNS AWAY AND THEN SANS GOES AFTET HER THEN QUEUE THE SEXY TIMES
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Tag game holy crap the last time i did one of these it saved as a draft and i didn't realize until a month later OOPSIES. thank you to @hello-yue-here for tagging me.
1.) why did you choose your url?
Its actually just so that people from archive can not be confused when they come to find me, and that was inspired by the following
i was just thinking of some one day and i wanted it to be atla related... so i thought of Aang's egg custard... so we got this disgusting monstrosity that is nowhere close to avatar.
2) any sideblogs?
nope! im a multi fandom gal, but i keep everything on here.
3) how long have you been on tumblr?
i remember it was chapter three of "oh my bubbles" that i got here bc i was proud and wanted to share it (it sucks) so i think February... i can't go look because my dumbass orphaned the work and then had to copy and paste that shit back in.
4) do you have a queue tag?
nah. its all spontaneity.
5) why did you start your blog in the first place?
i wanted to reach a wider audience for my fics, because archive tags are shit at sharing things and then i was knocked by the amount of people in the zukka community on here like holy shit
6) why did you choose your icon/pfp?
its catra. its fucking catra being excited to blow something up. how can i not put her in?
7) why did you choose your header?
its leaves from the vine I think (i should prob change it) and i was just being a basic bitch but i honestly have no clue what else to change it to its bad
8) whats your post with the most notes?
the "when we get married ill be firelord" zukka one. which i typed out at like 3 AM how does it have 2k notes
9) how many mutuals do you have?
like.. two ;-;
like people if you chat with me I WILL FOLLOW YOU. COME TALK TO ME.
10) how many followers do you have?
90!
11)how many people do you follow?
14... I know I said theres so many in this community i just get so overwhelmed with posts on my dash. Like i said if you chat with me ill follow you, but im embarrassed to say i mainly follow the "famous" people of the Zukka community... if any smaller creators were to reach out to me, even just to say "hey i think you'd enjoy my fic and id appreciate if you'd check it out" I WILL FOLLOW THEM
12)have you ever made a shitpost
half my posts are shitposts that i delete in a minute
13) how often do you use tumblr in a day?
i have strict parents who control my phone (yes im in hs and they do this) so i work out of an incog window on my laptop. Whenever I have free time and have the patience to log in, i come on here. That can either be all day, or in between weeks at a time. Its not the best, but im working with what ive got
14) did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog?
never. I am very focused on a positive and healthy environment with everyone. If i were to instigate a fight it would be for comedic purposes, and i would put /j at the end to make sure the creator knows i mean no harm or malice
15) how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog’ posts?
to support a cause, love them. for example it was "reblog this post to make non-binary people aware that they are safe on your blog" and i did it, because thats positive and empowering. but others like "mary anne will die tonight if you dont rb" i hate with a burning passion
16) how do you feel about tag games?
love them! even if we dont chat, feel free to tag me!
17)how do you feel about ask games?
ive done like one and no one gave me an ask. please guys. they give me sm serotonin. my only ask was abt what picrew i used for the atla characters. thats it...
18) which of your tumblr mutuals do you think are famous?
@hello-yue-here
im sorry but she has like double my following and so many good fic ideas and fics if you arent following her go do that rn.
19) do you have a crush on a mutual?
platonically? absolutely.
Im tagging @betrothedzukka bc she's my only other moot, and if she doesn't ant to do it, thats perfectly fin
so many of my ys arnt oring rn snd hp
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