#this is so exciting and terrifying im so glad im a fan :)))))
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okay I’m seeing people say shit about crucifixion and. that would be sick as hell tbh and makes sense with the jesus thing……..holy shit holy shit holy shit
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hello!! may I request hcs for mayoi, rei, and rinne with a short (4’11) masc! s/o who pretty much clings to them whenever they’re out in public? (mainly because their s/o doesnt like being alone/out in public without them!!)
» mayoyo!! i've been wanting to write abt him for some time now!! im so glad u asked, i hope u enjoy these! and my apologies if it feels shorter than my other works! ☆
prompt: an s/o who is really clingy (and short)
character(s): mayoi ayase, rei sakuma, rinne amagi
pairing(s): all of the above ↑ x masc!gn!reader
warnings: N/A, fluff
☆ — MAYOi AYASE !!
mayoi absolutely loves you and how small and cute you are! he likes holding you and having you in his lap, and he's known to play with your hair a lot. you two have a huge height difference and he loves taking advantage of it.
he absolutely hates being in crowded areas, so for yours and his own comfort, mayoi takes you through the various tunnels and vents he knows of. it's pretty scary at first, but with him around, it's easy to adjust to.
if he absolutely has to be out in a crowded place though, mayoi's got one arm around your waist, holding you so close that you two are practically glued to one another. the thought of losing you in such a terrifying place was awful!!
on another note, he actually kind of likes going out shopping with you! he gets to choose outfits for you, even if you never end up buying anything. he just loves seeing you looking cute in something he chose especially for you!
☆ — REi SAKUMA !!
although he never says it, rei thinks you're absolutely adorable. fawning over you is common from him, but he very clearly holds back if he thinks he'll make you even the tiniest bit uncomfortable. is calling you cute allowed?
he enjoys cuddling you, because you fit so snug into his arms, it feels more like he's got an oversized cat than anything. he would be lying if he said he disliked it, because getting to nap with you like this is his favorite part of the day. plus, you take up less space in his coffin!
rei himself isn't a huge fan of crowds. he would sacrifice that preference when at a Knights concert, but any other time? he would rather avoid it. and he knows you feel the same way too, so he usually carries you around everywhere when you're in a heavily populated area.
he has and probably will continue to drag you to Knights concerts with him, though. although he's not the strongest, he's known to occasionally sit you on his shoulders, but that only lasts for about half an hour until he's just completely worn out from it.
☆ — RiNNE AMAGi !!
how do i put this..? rinne shows affection in such a way it's almost startling to you. he picks you up, he throws you at couches, he drags you around whenever he sees something that excites him.. honestly, he's just so hyperactive it's insane.
crowded place? do not fear! he's got you swung over his shoulder in no time, speeding forward to your desired location faster than you can say his full name. it's terrifying at first, but because he's pretty tall, you barely end up bumping yourself into other people. still, it concerns you that you're kind of just flying around there.
as expected, rinne is also the type to make fun of your height. you can't go a day without hearing him pick on you for it, so much so that you're not even angry at him anymore and have instead resorted to making fun of him for being tall. and then the debate of which one is more ideal starts..
he picks you up if he wants to hug or kiss you. he absolutely could bend down, but it gets a reaction out of you when he suddenly lifts you up and starts leaving kisses all over your face. he's affectionate and he'll find any excuse to show that to you.
#sin thinks that...#ensemble stars#enstars#enstars x reader#enstars x y/n#enstars x you#rinne amagi#rei sakuma#mayoi ayase#rinne amagi x reader#rei sakuma x reader#mayoi ayase x reader
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HEY (again) Z!! hopefully im not dog piling stuff on you by asking for you to assign me by godly parent like, a day after you made me the imagines only the eye can see thingy
BUT IM ACTUALLY SO CURIOUS TO KNOW WHO MY GODLY PARENT IS
anywayyy, heres a list of like what makes me, me basicially
i am VERY introverted, to the point where some people that arent my close friends consider me stoic
socially anxious as well, once i was scared to raise my hand during a test because i was scared of people looking at me 😭
dont really have many friends, so i try and value the time i spend with the friends i do have (even if they dont do the same)
im super clumsy, i trip and bump into everything possible (and have TONS of scars on my ankles because of it)
i LOVEEE watching those 50+ minute analysis videos, whether it be on a horror series or literally just about the peta flash games, i will watch those till the very end
i also love dark internet documentaries (you can take a quick skim over visual ventures channel as his thumbnails explain most of the content)
true crime documentaries r good 2 :3
coryxkenshin and ricothegiant fangirl
pinterest + spotify is just the best combo
"IM DOING THE GANGNAM STYLE TO MARS HELP ME" type humor
random impulsive purchases when im feeling sad (i have a 50+ dollar yesstyle cart right now..)
"it is what it is" instead of venting
september virgo
isfp-t
ELA smart, not math smart
speaking of which, im a gifted and talented kid if that info will help you (hopefully it does)
i hate being yelled at or scolded, i just cannot mentally handle it
terrified of bugs, you could ask me to hold a ladybug and id still be terrified (i ran away from a butterfly once...😭)
really into anime figures and nenodoroids mainly from cardcaptor sakura (you can also look nenoroids up if needed) (i also actually have one of sakura in her school uniform :3)
IM THE BIGGEST RED VELVET FAN I LOVE RED VELVET SO MUCH (listen to BYE BYE, in my dreams, talk to me, or underwater if you need to like understand the vibe they give off)
i am SUPER girly no doubt about it
night owl for sure
HOPEFULLY THAT WAS ENOUGH INFO BUT AT THE SAME TIME I FEEL LIKE I YAPPED A LOT SO I DUNNO
also sorry if a lot of it is like super unorganized
or just "look up ______ if needed!!!" i just dont want to confuse you on what the hell a red velvet or nenoroid is 😭
anyway im super excited to see who my godly parent is!!!!!
(by way, im cool with you calling me saie or suki either one is fine)
SUKI POOKIE BEAR!! welcome back. Don't worry, your not. I'm glad you requested this because this is my fav so far :3. Anyways, if I'm being honest, I think your a child of Athena & a Legacy of Apollo!
Now, I think your a child of Athena because:
you hate bugs and even though spiders aren't bugs, most of us normal people call them that 😭
you're a gifted & overall just smart kid
ur a lover of dark internet documentaries (me too :3)
UR A NIGHT OWL??? the owl is one of athena's symbols so-
You might ask, what about the legacy of Apollo part?
ur clumsy, which as a child of Apollo, I can confirm I am also a little clumsy
ur a red velvet lover/enjoyer !! I gotta listen to one of their songs lol
you vauling the friends you do have?? it's such a child of apollo thing to do
but yeah!! that's what I think. Hopefully this was interesting to you and you BETTER read the Percy Jackson books, okay?? the show is great and all that but the books are something you need to experience. Okay, bye my fav girl <3
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Bubble beam- whats a fond memory your muse has from childhood?
(-@suspectedpokemon)
I think.. the first time i saw a pokemon contest. I was so excited, i had brought little bulbasaur Lotus and buneary Scout to come watch. My mom had always reminisced on her coordinator days, but I guess i never truly believed or grasped the intensity of a performance between pokemon and human?
Me and my pokemon were practically sitting st the edge of our seat as we watched the performance stage. Ill never forget that day. A beautiful girl coated in flowers and a green dress dancing on stage with her roserade and dustox as they utilized their moves to create a sparkling sky of petals and glittering spores. And the way they maintained this beauty within the battle stage, paralyzing and swifting ending opponents while dressing the battle field in blooming flowers and vines that were somehow both marvelous and terrifying.
From then on we knew what we wanted to do. We wanted to become stronger and beautiful. To be able to combine beauty and power as coordinators— at least, thats what we thought we wanted to do at the time. We coordinated for a few years, earned some ribbons, gained some money, and had a few local fans before retiring early. Its a little sad seeing your dreams change over the years, but without them we wouldnt be where we are now. We wouldnt as good of battlers without that experience, and i feel like I wouldn’t have been able to truly find myself without it. Im glad little me had her chance to shine.
#pokemon irl#rotomblr#pkmn rp#pokemon#pkmn irl#pokemon roleplay#roleplay#pkmn blog#pokemon rp#june asks
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HI it's the same anon from earlier, just got back from the cinema. The movie was so good, I was losing it the whole way through. I'm a huge Vulture and Spot fan so I feel fed. I said hi to Miguel as promised. I do kind of wish I had gone in with no preconceived ideas of him, because the internet has made up a whole different guy. The way you talk about him seems far more in-line with what was actually on the screen. His actual reasons for being an antagonist are interesting, and it raises questions about how fate and destiny actually work and whether there are any true 'accidents'. Sorry if this is a lot to put in an anon message, but you wanted to hear my thoughts 😅. Overall, enjoyed the movie a lot, really looking forward to the second one.
YESSS IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED. The Vulture was SO COOL in this, the way he looks like he's made of parchment is amazing, when I saw it for the first time I gasped. And I LOVE how goofy the Spot is, he's endearing while also being a real, genuinely terrifying villain it's great.
BUT I GET WHAT YOU MEAN ABT MIGUEL. I didn't have Any interest in him until I saw the movie BECAUSE the way the internet was treating him and characterizing him was uninteresting and now I see it's just blatantly WRONG. he's a fascinating character and I think the movie did a great job keeping what makes him great and nuanced in the comics. Even in the comics and the video games, he's the one who has to keep protecting the future and timelines. He has to be the bad guy who stops people from protecting loved ones because it can change the course of reality, and since Miguel is from the future... It can change his life. So he's always had to be the strict "we have to be careful with what we protect from anomalies and outside forces" but even then he would be lenient. But here? Him having lost his happiness by tampering with what didn't belong to him adds SO much more to why he is the way he is. He says several times that he is the "only one" protecting the multiverse, when literally no one asked him to do it alone. He's flawed, he's hurt, he's not sure what to do. And him calling Miles an anomaly, a mistake, is interesting when you know Miguel in the comics has NONE of the "canon" events. He is NOT bitten by a spider, which makes him different. He doesn't have an uncle Ben. So I'm so excited to see how they explore this in the next movie. But he's fascinating to me for all of his faults and strengths and aaaaa now I'm rambling JDSHGJLDSHG
BUT YES THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME YOUR THOUGHTS I LOVE TO HEAR IT, it makes me happy :3
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i was talking about this with a friend but like its crazy to me that the 1975 doesnt have a massive transmasc following in the same way that other tumblr bands that are a bit edgy do like fall out boy or twenty-one pilots because of the "im gonna listen to this band because im not like other girls but that's actually because im not a girl" despite having a massive audience of young girls. and theres also not a massive gay guy following like obviously theyre there but it seems crazy that its not bigger and that the 1975 is mainly cis women and then a growing group of insufferable incel men that suck - 🐸
that's a really good point actually and I wonder why? i wanna say that its because the band members are white cis het men but so are Fall Out Boy (I think? if im wrong, i apologize!). Is it Matty's lyrics and general personality that feel exclusionary to most people? cuz like I could see how maybe if you're a non-fan encountering a random clip of Matty discussing the band or whatever, he might come off as abrasive? and perhaps us straight women have been conditioned to be okay with that in a way that masculine identifying folks stray away from or find useless? We should run a thought experiment and show different demographics a set a different 75 clips. Like one where Matty is interacting with fans and being sweet and kind, and one where he's shitting on the chainsmokers or something, and one where he just kinda normal answering standard questions and see how different people respond? hahaha. it'd be a fascinating sociological case study.
The incel thing really bothers me though. cuz another fandom im a part of is for this other sort of indie folk rock artist, Father John Misty, and he's kinda like Matty if Matty was pessimistic. So, he uses irony A LOT but i feel like there are some sexist men out there who don't get that he's being ironic and critical of his own gender, and think he's serious and get excited when he says gross shit, and thats why I will never see him live. I'm terrified of being in a crowd of mostly straight men, some of whom are very sexist and like actually hate women. So....i guess im glad that's not the case with the 1975. ha! just occurred to me that it might also be because they started young. and they have that dreamy boy-bandy thing about them. or at least they did when they were younger even though they are definitely not a boyband. and thats usually a "girly" thing. idkkkk
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As a Brazillian, Im so completely gutted with what happened to Jensen in my country. I cannot think of how he must have felt with the fans getting close to him for a selfie. I mean, I kinda can because these videos show the dark circles and paleness due to lack of sleeping from what must have been the most terrifying moment of his career. As you can see here, he's truly traumatized and doing the best as he can to go through this very difficult moment but remaining the utmost professional he is. I am so glad he has the TB family to lean on and get him through that this horrific incident.
https*//twitter*com/soniatrevisan3/status/1544111267908096000
https*//twitter*com/Pathryn34/status/1544174341822242817?t=83EQvkmEdQAIGJq_fZewWA&s=19
Sorry, I just laughing at the xenophobic/racist people who outted themselves while JA is having fun and doing his job. LOL
Whilst I understand where this post is coming from and I agree that Jensen had a wonderful time being appreciated by so many people who are full of warmth and life, I feel I should mentioned that mobbing the actors, no matter which country you belong to, is not only dangerous but extremely stressful to the performers.
I know that's not what happened in Brazil, thankfully, but I felt it's important to remind everyone that being respectful and careful towards people's boundaries creates a much stronger connection than violations perpetuated in the desperate need for attention.
I think Jensen looked extremely happy to see the response he was getting from people, he even mentioned this in one of the interview and he definitely feeds off that energy despite being visibly tired. He seemed extremely excited. So thank you, Brazil for giving the actors a beautiful experience! 💕
That being said, did you see Karl's interviews too? He mentioned brazilian food and I've been drooling ever since. #offtopicbutyummy
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hi hello i have time now let's talk about the new three hopes trailer and part of the recent feh channel!
feh channel time first, because this one has a lot less to deal with:
directly after introducing the game, feh refers to the characters as "students of garreg mach". this could mean exactly Nothing, but choosing to refer to them as students makes me think this is almost definitely a pre timeskip or early mid skip game. the fact that the mobile game's new summoning events are only academy arc heroes supports that, too.
okay new trailer time now that that's out of the way:
i'm pretty much certain at this point that arval is a sothis equivalent, and the fact that byleth doesn't know where shez's power comes from is mildly alarming. the glowing eyes though??? SO goddamn cool but also agarthan-looking.
"we've gotta win. for a new fodlan, one that will go down in the history books as the best ever!"
again, this could be me looking into things too much, but the "best ever"? shez you're looking a little sus, for lack of a better word. how would you have something to compare your new fodlan to if you hadn't seen other potential futures?
yuri's "let's do this, wolves" had me HYPED. his new voicelines are sounding so goddamn great and i like the slight change in his hairstyle!
his interaction with constance is fantastic as well, i love watching him rile her up, it's very funny. ngl i kinda wish constance had kept her curls but she doesn't look bad by any means! the fan being a part of her spellcasting is such a nice touch!
balthus really doesnt look that different to me lol but that's not an inherently bad thing. i just see very little change. nice to see he's still doing well!
HAPI. MY WIFE HAPI. THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE MY GIRL MY EVERYTHING. I LOVE HER NEW LOOK SO MUCH YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND SHE MEANS THE WORLD TO ME. the little bit of armour, her new hairstyle, the fact that SHE HAS A GODDAMN WOLF IN HER ATTACK AND TELEPORTS OUT OF THE WAY OF IT??? SO excited for her!! im really really glad they incorporated the monster summoning in her attacks too!!
OKAY MOVING BEYOND THE NEW DESIGNS NOW
expeditions?? neat?? i wanna know what that entails! teatime is back but i'm gonna be real with you i kinda wish it wasn't. i really wanted tea to be byleth's thing.
THE WEIRD LITTLE TIME THING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE VIDEO HELLOOOOOOO???
"how many times have we fought now? either way, this will be the last." TIME TRAVEL SHENANEGANS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
this game might actually get me to like rhea a little more. we'll see. just based off her 2 lines in the trailer, there's a decent chance of it at least somewhat changing my mind about her.
"what if all this was just some horrible mistake? what if there was another way we could have solved all this?" oh No. i dont even wanna think about what this could be referring to.
ALL THE TELEPORTING AROUND LOOKS SO COOL!!
i can't quite catch sothis's line word for word but it sounds like "we must now send the whelp to an early grave" and i just. okay?? goddamn??
i'm gonna be real with you i am Very scared of shez. the fact that they can change the fate of the game, that it seems they can remember fighting against byleth many times in the past, and again, the teleporting, i'm kinda terrified. i doubt byleth will actually die in this game but that doesn't stop me from being alarmed at the last scene of the trailer.
anyway. can't wait to go home and get the demo!!
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me and nox concluded our nct marathon and im feeling oddly bittersweet about it. it was such a good experience. we still have so much more stuff to watch (we call together frequently to watch cinderella movies, we plan to listen to every new nct release in the future, and we also have more kpop marathons left) but OUG. THE NCT ERA IS OVER.
ether way it was such a good time and i'm glad we did this. it was honestly a rlly interesting ride. they had a rough start, like everything sounded SO weird initially vnfjvnjf with a few exceptions here and there. and then suddenly they had their hashtag slay era as noxia calls it, where they kept releasing consistently good music. of course highway to heaven was released during that era, literally nct's peak. and then everything went downhill again NVNJFNVJFVN THEY RELEASED MAKE A WISH. WHICH IS SUCH A MID, LEANING TOWARDS BAD SONG, BUT ALSO ONE IM KINDA OBSESSED WITH, ITS MY GUILTY PLEASURE. me and noxia had only listened to the english version but the lyrics in the korean version are so different??? like they actually make sense. whoever translated the song legit just pulled shit out of their ass and tried to make it rhyme. there was so much unmemorable shit, and then we got to hot sauce and OH MY GOD, HOT SAUCE IS SO BAD. i've heard it so many times before but idk why it rlly got to me this time. i think it was noxia's reaction to it but i started laughing so hard i had actual tears in my eyes, i was sobbing. and then the most devastating thing happened.
noxia looked at one of the guys and said "DUDE, THAT GUY HAS A SUPERM SHIRT" and she kept going back trying to find the frame and it was a fucking SUPREME shirt. i lost my mind at that.
then we got to sticker. we've all heard sticker. it certainly is a song.
and as for the more recent releases, i actually thought they were pretty good. a lot of nct's stuff is kinda just generic and unmemorable but occasionally it's kinda fun, and i do think after sticker there's been some improvement here and there. the world is healing. as noxia put it by the end of it: "their music just isn't for me. most of the songs aren't bad, they're just so generic, and i wouldn't ask someone to turn it off but i would also forget about it by tomorrow. every once in a while they release a BANGER and every once in a while they release the worst songs known to men."
yeah, i agree. i no longer think they suck, is just that when they give them bad songs they're SO bad vnfjvnjv. but there's redeemable qualities in their discography and for the most part, they're okay. overall their music is a 6/10 i think, but they have some rlly good songs here and there.
SPECIFICALLY i love wayv. wayv stayed consistently good all the time??? not a single miss. i was terrified when we got to the nct flop era and a wayv song started playing and it sounded kinda off. i remember noxia going "THEY GOT WAYV!!!" but it was fine, the song actually picked up a bit as it went along.
in conclusion: nct is. alright. not as bad as some people say it is, and also not as good. it's just okay overall. but i do think they have some potential, so i'm excited to see where they go in the future in terms of their music. maybe they'll get a full redemption arc.
NOOOOOO, THE END OF THE NCT ERA....I'm not surprised that ur rating of their discography was 6/10. I wonder if nct is more of an...experiment for sme. Bc they already have a unique group dynamic (Idk of any other groups that just keep adding new members bc that's their gimmick + them having so many subdivisions + having one of those subdivisions be dedicated to just putting the members on rotation), so maybe they're throwing things at the fans and seeing what can be marketed and what can't. Seeing how much bad music the fans can take before they start dipping gjskfkfj. I don't have any evidence to support this, I'm just musing here
Also not the supreme shirt.....it would be so funny actually if that had been a superm shirt. Imagine if sme was trying to promote superm thru nct 😭😭
I'm happy to hear that wayv stayed consistently good! I might check out their full discography then, I rlly like what I've heard of it so far
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9/25/23
10:25am -
i just had my first appointment with my new psychiatrist? i think thats the word. i got diagnosed with BED (binge eating disorder), and ive been saying for YEARS that i had it, and no one would help me. its been 9 years since i first went to a doctor and told them about my eating habits; they didnt help me. i had an obvious ed, and im glad im finally getting the help i need.
my relationship with food is severely complicated. im obsessed with my weight and the calories im intaking, but i cant stop... binging. and the fact i have fat on my body makes me want to throw up, nd every time i notice it, it makes me feel like my insides are being scratched over and over. my fear of purging is the only reason i dont...
a month ago, i was talking with my counselor, and she asked me if ive ever been screened for adhd. i told her no, but i can tell her yes!! my new doctor did a screening thing for adhd, and i have it. shes referring me to somewhere to get a more in-depth test to see what type of adhd and the severeity of it.
i told my mom all of this, and she seemed upset. i dont understand? shes been so rude to me lately... i mean, she always is.. but it feels like she changed? shes so bitter, and shes being like homophobic 😭😭 out of nowhere LIKE WHAT PROMPTED U TO BE LIKE THIS? i SWEAR on everything, being a chronic facebook user ruined her. she wasnt like this before facebook LMAOO shes so sad. but, all well!
im going to try my best to clean my room again. i NEED to get my shit together!! its so embarrassing how messy it is. i have to focus on doing it. i have to do it today; i have no choice!!
10:17pm
news flash: i didnt clean my room. whos surprised? im going to try and get it together before i go to bed because i have to... i have or else ill feel like im letting my boyfriend down lol
yk idk why but being friends and flirting w somsone is so much different than dating them. its insane!
i didnt mention this before but im being put on a different medication that targets bed and adhd and it also helps depression. i have to do a bunch of testing before i take it, though, because its a controlled substance
im afraid of facing my past. i know that i was a fucked up kid, but seeing HOW fucked up i am is... terrifying. like i read through a few of my old roblox messages and woah!!! i was living a double life, holy shit! obvi... i used a fake name, fake age, and some of the stories i would tell belonged to my sister. ill forever be regretful for the way i was back then... it makes me think, though... did i ever really change?
i had this girlfriend named .... lets call her juju. she lived on the other side of my country, and we met because we both ran fan accts for a youtuber on insta. i became ... obsessive? quickly. i feel sorry for her, but i was 12 and she was nearly 16, so... she easily couldve cut me off once she found out my age lmao. idk, i kept trying to find ways for her and i to meet in person because i was so excited to meet her online. she broke up with me, and i made another instagram and pretended to be someone else for a while.... aka i catfished her. i didnt show her photos of anyone else, just used the name "katrina" like i used to. i got her to talk abt her exes and then she talked abt how she recently broke up w someone and how crazy they were. i knew then that my behavior wasnt normal. i didnt understand the boundaries i was crossing.
am i all that different now? i used his snap maps to see when he's at his dad and when hes at his moms or at school. when i planned on moving down there, i looked for apartments that were nearby his primary home. i attenpted to make an acct to pretend i was someone else and see if he would lie to me abt info abt his life. i didnt finish it.... i got like the ick from myself and was thinking abt how crazy i was.
i try my best to not be ... stalker-like. i wouldnt follow someone throughout their day to see where they are, who theyre with. i wouldnt use it to harm him, and if he didnt want to see me or talk to me, i wouldnt force him to by showing up to his house or texting him off the number i give to weirdos.
im getting tired. its 10:37p now, and i keep like closing my eyes every once and awhile inbetween sections.
i think the last thing i feel i need to rant abt is how i told my dad i have binge eating disorder and for dinner when i told him i didnt care what he got me, HE GOT ME FOOD FOR A FAMILY OF 4. he looked me in the eyes and said, "two cheeseburgers, 16 chicken nuggets, 10 cheese sticks, and a milkshake incase u get hungry later" when he KNOWS i have a habit of eating a lot of food in one sitting.
i feel gross from how much i ate today, and im still wanting to eat more.
being told "u can reverse everything thats wrong w you if u just lost weight!" and then having those same people ENFORCE ur unhealthy eating habits is insane
like, do u rlly want to help me? or do u want to just berate me for the hell of it?
okie song song time
this song is so ... relateable. typical pop song but its so good 2 me
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omfggggg paige I just saw that you watched scream 6!!!!! i’m really glad to hear that you liked it!!!! i really enjoyed it too (i’ve seen it twice now actually).
SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR SCREAM 6 NOW SO FOR ANYONE WHO HASNT SEEN IT YET KEEP SCROLLING:
I really liked the beginning and end scenes the most. At first I was like “Damn. That’s new” when I thought they just straight up revealed the new killer but it was even better tbh. That whole “Who gives a fuck about movies?!” line too was just soooo good. Perfectly delivered (as usual).
And I like Sam’s character even more now. I thought she was cool in Scream 5 and the whole “daughter of a serial killer” concept is interesting but what makes it better is her clearly being a bit.....“unhinged” as well, so to speak (honestly got chills when she was in the costume and they played the ghostface theme when she appeared behind Bailey). I also liked that this movie paralleled Scream 2 a bit (Scream 1 & 2 are my favorites but this one is close).
My only complaints were 1.) ethan being a killer. I felt it was too obvious....plus I like cute, dorky characters so I felt a little betrayed ngl. 2.) Ghostface definitely should’ve had the shotgun more. Cause let’s be real, ghostface coming at you with a knife isn’t actually THAT terrifying esp considering how is always easily beat up (Gale literally used a book to hit him at one point 😭). Ghostface with a shotgun though??? Pretty terrifying tbh. And finally 3.) I was salty that the only one from the “friend group” that died was (of course) the asian girl.....as a fellow asian girl it just made me a bit salty lmaoooo (the death scene itself though was very well done and brutal too).
And imo ghostface may not really be the “scariest” horror movie villain/killer/slasher, but to me he is definitely one of the most ICONIC.
So what was your favorite part of the movie, Paige?? 😅 Another fave scene of mine was Gale and Sam talking about “making your own family” and it kinda got to me when they played Dewey’s theme in the back 🥹😭
Anonymous asked: (same anon raving about scream 6 but) also I liked scream 5 and thought it was decent but tbh I liked the trailer more than the movie itself I think. However, for this movie I barely saw the trailers and even when I did I wasn’t entirely sure about this one, but this movie was really enjoyable for me (SLIGHT SPOILERS AHEAD)—even if there seemed to be less of a body count in regards to the main cast.
AHHHHHH HELLOOOOO YES IT WAS SOOOOOOO GOOD IM SO GLAD CAUSE I WASNT A FAN OF 5 but you legit said all my thoughts omg and I know I was so sad she died but god that death scene they def went all out jnhujfbhhj and no right ghos face with a gun is so scary esp in the world we live in rn I also loved them bringing kirby back tbh and gale kicking ass as usual but yeah one of them being ethan was lame imo like you said toooo obvious im sure there will be another one so im excited to see what will happen
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Anything at All (boba fett x fem!reader) (part one) (part two)
Rated: Explicit 18+
Word Count: 4.7k
Warnings: smut, even mORE thrONE fucking, oral sex (f receiving), boba’s a biter, unprotected sex (dont be silly, wrap thAT wiLLY), vaginal fingering, explicit language, boba is a grouchy dom kwjhgjh
a/n: anyway I think yall forget im a writer and not just a Certified Clown, but anywAy here we be. HAPPY NEW YEARS ya FILTHY anIMALS im so thankful for all yall and im glad I can provide you with some entertainment kaejhejhr
You haven’t seen Boba Fett in days.
Called away on business you’ll never be included in or know the fine details about. It’s not kept away from you because he doesn’t trust you, or thinks you’re a mindless idiot—no—he’d rather keep his princess occupied with prettier things. No need to concern yourself with the the underbelly of what he now rules.
You’re not upset about it—you’re not really a fan of watching petty squabbles that’ll result in someone���s chest being imploded by a blaster. You’ve seen enough of it in the cantina, and while you were never the one tasked with clearing the bodies out—it was still mildly traumatizing. Eh—no need to dwell.
You’ve got other shit to do anyway.
There’s a seemingly endless zigzag of secret hallways and dusty rooms within the palace, teeming with strange knickknacks and ancient artifacts that are more than likely cursed. Definitely haunted—but it doesn’t stop you from exploring or sorting through the useless junk. Besides—Fennec stayed behind, acting as your glorified babysitter for the past few cycles—ensuring your safety from both whoever dared step foot into the palace and the ghosts. What a lovely woman.
Speaking of which—you hear her sigh and shuffle, shifting her weight onto her other foot as she leans back against a dusty crate. She picks at the dirt beneath her fingernails, lazily glancing up every now and then to check that you haven’t eviscerated yourself on a piece of scrap metal or something. Lucky for her, all you found today was an abandoned crate of old datapacs shoved in the back corner from what you assumed to be some sort of office. Yesterday you found a sword that was promptly confiscated.
“I’d be careful snooping around in those,” Fennec warns as your fingers find the on switch. “You never know what sorta data the Hutts were keeping here.”
You shrug and wave away her concern, reading over the information that flickers across the screen. “I think I’ll be ok…See?” You pointedly wave the datapac in her direction. “This one is about the finances. Spooky.”
Fennec rolls her eyes followed by an amused smirk that ghosts over her lips. You toss it aside and root around some more, pulling out another datapac. The blue hologram flickers to life and as you decipher the little lines of text your face falls. Each line is a name, previous and recently bought or traded people that crossed the threshold of the palace. Fennec was right. This isn’t fun anymore.
“These are…slaves.” Your lips curls in disgust. “How is this still not outlawed? It’s barbaric.”
“You’re not from Tatooine, are you?” Fennec asks as she meanders over and wrestles the datapac out of your hands. She switches it off and tosses it back into the dusty crate. You huff and cross your arms over your chest.
“No,” you agree. “Im from Arkanis. But even there we don’t have slaves.”
Fennec squats beside you, her elbows resting over her bent knees. She playfully taps your shoulder with the back of her hand and quirks a brow. “What’d I tell you—snooping doesn’t do anyone any good.”
You roll your eyes and shrug, a frown still etched on your lips. Fennec sighs, rubs her chin and then reaches out to push a stray hair behind your ear. A flush blooms up your cheeks at the gentle touch.
“You have a sensitive soul, Kitten,” she chuckles, poking at your cheek that you’re certain she can feel the heat emirate from. “You said you were from Arkanis—tell me about it. Why come to Tatooine?”
Your lips quirk in a tiny smile as you bat away her pointer finger, saving your cheek from another poke. “Hey—not everyone likes rain ok?” You huff. “Besides, Tatooine wasn’t supposed to be permanent.”
She nods. Unsure what exactly to tell her--a silence ensues. It’s not terribly awkward but it’s enough that makes you jumpy and itching to move on from this room now stained with information you weren’t prepared on finding. You stand suddenly, brush yourself off and mutter under your breath about finding something less…heartbreaking.
Fennec jumps up as well and when you leave the room her hand clamps over your shoulder. She spins you around and levels her gaze onto you. “You’re free to leave whenever you like. You know that right?”
Your brows furrow. “I know—don’t worry, I want to stay.”
Her head bobs with a satisfied nod. “We’d miss you if you left. You’re nice to have around.”
You blush again and mumble out a thank you, shooting off into another unexplored location to escape Fennec’s knowing smirk. Maker—you’re embarrassing.
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Boba returns later that afternoon—the shadow of his familiar figure stretches around the curved stairway, the purposeful stomps of his boots against the carved steps following with it. Your heart flutters within your chest, like a distressed creature with wings as you jump from your makeshift seat.
You come face to face with Boba. Or, helmet rather—whatever.
The smell of hot metal and dry air sticks to him as he paces closer, closing the small gap that separates him from you. You’re frozen beneath the heavy weight of his stare behind the void like black of his visor as he plants himself firmly before you, close enough that his cuirass could brush your chest if he puffed out his own chest.
“Hi…” You smile, a fragile vale of uncertainty blanketing the pair of you—still attempting to feel out his mood, sort through the general gruffness of his personality and gage wether or not you could reach out and touch him. The helmet is a tricky thing to read and his body language gives nothing away. You swallow your nerves take a leaping risk.
“Let me see your face.” You murmur. You move your hands up to the edges of his helmet at a snail’s pace, giving him ample time to slip through your fingers—wedge a sharp thorn between whatever it is that you’ve built and name it for what it is.
He doesn’t choose that option.
With a low hum, Boba dips his helmet closer to your outstretched fingertips instead. The metal is cool under your palms as they fold over the sides of the helmet and pull up. The metal whispers against his skin like wind through tall grass as the point of his chin peeks out, followed by his lips, his nose, and finally those golden brown eyes. They glitter with amusement as you release a shaky breath, the helmet the only thing acting as a barrier as you clutch it near your sternum. His mouth quirks when you blush and glance away—focusing on the little silvery nicks the green paint refused to cover. You rub your thumb over the blaster pockmark that dents the metal—you frown. You hope that wasn’t recent.
Boba gently pries the helmet out of your hands and sets it onto the armrest of his throne. He purrs your name and pinches your chin between his forefinger and thumb, leading your attention back to him. Your eyes flit up his scars—your breath catching in your throat as he smiles.
“Hello, princess,” he says—the grit and timbre of this new nickname jumpstarting your heart to skip and choke on its own tireless beat.
You roll your bottom lip between your teeth and shake your head. “Boba, I’m not—“
He doesn’t let you finish your sentence—
Boba spreads his fingers over your jaw, tilts your head and swoops down to meet your lips in a dizzying kiss. Hard, hungry, victorious, breathless—like he’s spent years fighting and only now takes a moment to slow down—drown in the softness of your lips and skin. His hands claw at your arms, your clothes, your hair—like you’re the spoils of battle and he fears losing you to the shadows of his past and some hidden horror that nips at his heels. He kisses like a man terrified that this will be brief, intangible and something that’ll abandon him.
He trails after your lips when you break away—your lungs heaving for precious air. He doesn’t let you go far, ensuring your positioning by tangling his fist into your hair at the nape of your neck and scraping his lips up your cheek, enticing you into another kiss. You tilt you chin to meet him with equal fervor, whining as his warm tongue curls sweetly into your mouth. His existence fills your veins with liquid silver—evokes the bloom of crackling star fire beneath the cavity of your ribcage. Every thought starts with him and ends with your heart aching to burst into a million tiny shards.
The next time you part, Boba is the first one to pull away. He cups your cheeks between his weathered hands and plants a tender kiss just below your hairline. You swear you can feel the skin buzz from the touch—like every atom in your being was solely created for him to command and conquer. You sigh and lean into his palm.
“I missed you.” You admit with a small smile.
Boba leans closer and presses another kiss to your forehead. “And I you, little one.”
“I got worried, y’know,” you continue, your fingers tapping a trail up the front of his chest plate. You trace the repainted insignia with your fingernail and flash him a coy smirk. “You never called—thought maybe you found a new pretty thing.”
He grunts, shakes his head and sweeps a rogue strand of hair behind your ear. “Hilarious—my hands are full enough with you hounding me every five minutes.”
You puff out your bottom lip and feign offense, mumbling some lame whine like a petulant brat. Boba snorts and crowds closer. He presses his gloved thumb between your furrowed brows, smoothing out the wrinkles and then cups your cheeks between both palms. You freeze as he carefully knocks the crown of his forehead onto yours—it’s sweet.
An excited smile splits when he moves his head to your right, the syllables of each word rolling off his tongue sweeter than spiced honey. “I’ll make it up to you, pretty thing,” he whispers by your ear, his warm breath disturbing the fine hairs there. “How does that sound, hm?”
That’s not even a question you would ever dream of denying—you quickly nod. “I’d like that.”
Boba drops his hands from your face and peels himself away. His eyes trickle down your figure—calculative and analytic—planning out each move to pick apart the entirety of your being. “Take everything off.”
You comply without a second thought—slipping free from the breezy cotton and scratchy poncho you stole from a storage room. The fabric pools at your feet in an unceremonious pile—leaving you bare for him. Despite the sickening dry heat that pollutes the air and causes beads of sweat to gather at your hairline—goosebumps rush up your arms under Boba’s piercing stare.
Boba’s eyes flicker to the throne. A feral grin tugs at his lips. “Sit.”
This time you hesitate. Did he…? No—you must’ve heard wrong—
He quirks a brow and gestures to the throne. “Well? Are you going to listen?”
Your tongue slides over your chapped lips. “O-ok..I just—never mind…”
Scrounging up some courage, you gingerly seat yourself onto Boba Fett’s throne. Chills race along the entirety of your body as the freezing metal seeps into your warm flesh. You squirm and beat away the urge to wrap your arms around yourself—he wouldn’t like that—probably would take it as some sort of insult anyway—
All your current discomforts melt away in a fraction of a breath as Boba Fett lowers himself to one knee, and then the other. A king kneeling before his very own throne for someone like you. Someone who’ll be lost to the pages of history and the endless swirl of galaxies and supernovas—you’re nobody to the world, but to him you’re everything. You inhale a shaky breath as a strange stroke of pride alights through your body as he peels off his gloves and maneuvers himself flush against the edge of the throne and between your thighs.
Boba bows forward and slips his calloused hands around your ribcage to tug you closer. His lips land over your collar bone, slides his tongue over the protrusion then sinks his teeth into you there. You gasp as he slides lower, leading a trail of bruises and teeth marks in his wake. Boba moves his palms, up and in to grab at your breasts, the flats of his fingertips rolling over your nipples. A whimper escapes past your lips as he catches the pebbled bud between his lips, the hard enamel of his teeth scraping over it—meant to tease. Your nails dig into the fabric bunched around his neck as he moves on to suck your other nipple, the cooling saliva sending a chill down your spine as it dries.
You squirm, unable close your legs or to relieve some of that burning tension collecting in your core. You’re already wet—worked up and impatient. You roll your head back onto your shoulders and bite your lip. If you complain and tell him to hurry up you’re scared he’ll leave you like this—deny you that pleasure you’ve been craving for days.
It feels like ages before he moves on from your breasts, now smattered with bruises and his saliva, and carves out a blinding path down your sternum, your belly, then your navel with his tongue. Boba circles your bellybutton—you force down the ticklish nerves and stay still for him.
You don't mean to jump as his rough hands drop over your knees. You barely get out the first syllable of an apology when his hands slip up your bare thighs, curl around the swell of your ass and yank. You squeak as the edge of the throne bites into your tailbone, the majority of your lower half forced to lean on Boba’s shoulders and his greedy hands. He kisses the inside of your knee—you jolt with an airy gasp.
Boba picks up his head and smirks. “Look at me when I taste you, little one.”
Mouth suddenly drier than dust, you nod dumbly.
He hums, satisfied with your weak response and continues on.
Boba’s bare fingers trace minuscule patterns into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, coaxing out a shiver. They sweep up towards the apex of your thighs, settling close enough to reach your aching center. You know he’s there—it’s impossible to ignore him—but you curse anyway when you feel his thumbs softly part the lips of your soaking cunt. They steadily work up and down, smearing your wetness around but never enough to give you any friction. You bite back a groan as your hips unconsciously twitch.
“Patience, princess,” he rumbles, shifting his weight to better reach your cunt. “Maker—you’re dripping already.”
There's a moment just before Boba commits, his face hovering close enough that you can feel his sticky, hot breath, anticipation gripping your chest. And then he licks a broad stripe from the base of your pussy all the way up to your swollen clit.
His mouth Is searing, his tongue like liquid velvet as you shudder and grab at his head. He grunts against you as you drag him closer—greedy for everything he deems you worthy of. Boba’s mouth pinpoints around your clit, sucking and tracing circles over the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue. Your eyes flutter—it’s a struggle not to shut them completely. He asked you to watch after all…
He then trails lower, sucks on your labia, and makes his way down to your entrance. The wet heat of his tongue circles your entrance, skips over it completely to lick at the wetness dripping lower that threatens to pool onto the throne or the floor. He opens his mouth wide and hums in appreciation, devouring your pussy like he’s been denied this his entire life.
“Fuck—Boba,” you cry, canting your hips into his mouth.
It's perfect. So fucking good.
The tips of his thick fingers, two of them, press at your entrance, teasing the fluttering ring of soft muscle before sinking in. The two digits slip in with ease—all the way up to the second knuckle and when he draws them back, they're slick with your wetness, glinting in the low light. With a smirk, Boba thrusts them back in, then out—setting a steady pace that he refuses to stray from. It leaves you just hovering along the sharp edge of oblivion, the catch of his knuckles and calloused skin along your walls pure torture. Stars—he’s going to be the death of you—
Your hips arch into him, trying to urge him to go faster. Instead, he slowly retracts his fingers and removes his mouth. You gasp in frustration as your cunt clenches around thin air. It almost hurts.
“I told you to be patient,” Boba chuckles, massaging a warm palm along the outside of your thigh. “You’re behaving like a brat.”
“I’m—I—I’m sorry—“ You wheeze, trying to rope in some self control that fled a long time ago. Your wits are scrapped thin as you throw your hand against the back of the throne. You don’t care that he’s rendered you to a begging mess, your words slurred and hardly understandable. You're so close to diving off the edge—so near to those plush lips and weathered hands that’ll surely become your salvation. "Please! P-please—I need..."
You're babbling as he drags his fingertips over your thigh, skims over your cunt, and traces a pattern into your opposite thigh. "Boba. Fuck. I pro-promise to be better—I can do it. Please—“
He complies.
Two fingers are thrust up into your dripping cunt, curving so deliciously into something that feels like unrefined plasma bolts. His mouth dips down and sucks on your clit and with a few more curls and thrusts of his fingers inside of your clenching walls, your body seizes up tight.
You're flying off you’re high, faster than a fucking speeder with tampered gears. You cum onto his tongue with a strangled cry of his name, sparks of blurry white lining the edges of your vision as your back arches. Boba keeps licking you through your orgasm, even as you buck and squirm in his iron hold. Stars implode behind your eyelids as heat, hotter than wildfire and jetfuel spreads from your center all the way up your stomach and down to your toes. You're shaking, lucid enough to hear Boba, and feel the vibration of his groan, as he licks up the flood of your wetness over his tongue.
Your brain swims in hazy bliss and fuzzy pleasure as you float back to reality. He's still curling his fingers into your pussy and it hurts. You're too sensitive. Your nerves are rubbed raw and you're still throbbing—but you're too fucked out and still riding the waves of your orgasm to push him away. He takes this opportunity to tilt his fingers into your cunt faster, suckle and lave his tongue over your clit that burns from overstimulation—somehow you're back at the very edge again.
It's sharper than a blade against flesh. Your thighs quiver around him as he twists his fingers inside you and bumps agains that tiny, little patch of nerves that wrenches a cry from you. Your orgasm floods through you veins, bursting and rupturing every cell in your being. This one is blistering—charrs all the way to the fucking bone. Your core pulses around Boba’s fingers, fucking you through it until those burning waves of release eventually cease into a dull throb. You whimper and push at his forehead because he's still licking at your cunt. You panic a bit—fucking hell, he’s gonna make you cry—but he pulls away, his mouth and chin wet with your slick.
Boba leaves absolutely no time to completely float down from your high—you squeak as his hands shoot up to grab at your hips, wrenching you off the throne and all but throwing you onto the same floor he kneels on. You flash him a dopey grin, letting your legs fall open for his enjoyment—
“Such a filthy princess,” he chuckles, extending a hand to cover your knee, bending it further out to expose more of your flushed cunt. “You taste sweeter than star cherries.”
You preen at his compliment. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
It earns you an amused huff. Boba scrapes the hand resting on your knee to the apex of your legs, thumb and forefinger gently parting your delicate, slick folds. You bite back a keening whine, utterly exposed to him as he slips the hood back from the throbbing knot of nerves at the top of your slit. Too raw. Your pussy clenches involuntarily, causing everything from your toes to your hips stiffen. Boba hums in delight at his handiwork.
“Stars, Boba—please…” You beg, voice breathy and soft like whips of spider silk. Boba makes a sound that oozes with smug pleasure, teasing your sore clit with unadulterated glee. “Please,” you hear yourself whimper over your pounding pulse, shifting in his grasp and praying he’ll put an end to this sickly sweet torture.
“Pretty little thing, begging for my cock…” He rasps, darkly threaded sin and the husky scrape of the gray sea licking up jagged, black rock. You’re certain he could talk you into unraveling at the seams, untouched and putty in his hands for him to mold and shape. Boba’s other hand sweeps up your sternum, his fingertips dancing along the mythosaur pendant coiled around your neck. He then curls his thick fingers around the base of your throat and ever so lightly squeezes. “Poor baby—all worked up after a few days…I’ll fix that for you.”
Before you can fully process, he grabs the swell of your hip and flips you onto your belly. The air from your lungs is knocked out of your chest, the abrasive sandstone bitting into the points of your elbows and patches of your skin and no doubt leaving behind irritated scrapes. You hear the shuffle of fabric and then Boba suddenly seizes your hips and arches them into his crotch, grinding the deliciously hard length of his cock through your wet folds. Throbbing and just as desperate as you are, Boba refrains from flinging you into another bout of teasing. He slicks himself up with your arousal and drags the tip of himself to your clenching center and sinks that first, glorious inch inside of you.
With a low groan, Boba pushes in deeper, watching your tight hold flutter and accommodate his thick length. It’s the same as before during that night in the cantina—dreadfully full and all but bursting at the seems. The gentle rocks of his hips and gravelly praise eventually allow him to finally bottom out, his sharp hipbones resting against the swell of your ass as you shudder and groan. Fuck—
You can feel him in your fucking guts.
Boba grants you a brief moment to settle and then—it’s catastrophic.
Your jaw drops in a silent scream when he pulls back, all the way to the tip and slams back into your tight heat. Boba’s hand tangles into your hair at the nape of your neck and and pulls, forcing your back into a sharp arch. The action leaves more of you open, somehow pressing in even further. He hits so deeply within you—stars it feels like he’s splitting you open and laying you bare.
His dark chuckle resonates above you—a bit breathy as he tames his own frazzled nerves. “Shit—that feels good. Doesn’t it, princess?”
Your incoherent babble makes him laugh as he gives your hair a playful tug, all the while he never stops thrusting in and out of you. You wiggle your hips, the slight shift makes it ache, and the sharp downward thrusts put delirious pressure on that patch of nerves that renders you dizzy. Every muscle in your body feels like it’s a tightly spooled cable, fraying and an inch away from snapping. Your gasping breaths pitch into airy squeaks as the fist twisted in your hair tightens, tugging your head back just a bit more.
Boba lurches foreword, the nip of beskar a frigid shock to the bare skin of your back when he lays over you, his elbows caging you in close. His head drops onto your shoulder blade, pressing sloppy kisses over the arch of your throat and slope of your shoulder—without warning he sinks his teeth into the juncture of your neck. Maker save you—
The feral drag of Boba’s teeth digging into your sensitive flesh skin makes you squeeze around his cock—Boba answers with a soft growl that vibrates against the skin of your shoulder. Somehow he fucks into you harder, his pace becoming brutal. Your nails scrabble against the floor, searching for some sort of anchor as you wail under him.
It’s too much—fuck, you’re gonna implode. Pinned between the rough sandstone and the hand in in your hair, mixed with the sharp pain of his teeth marring your skin—you loose it. Sensing your peaking orgasm, Boba’s fingers wedge between your legs to toy with your clit. He rubs quick circles with two fingers as he purrs words of filth into your ear—how good his pretty thing is for him, how well you came for him, how tight you are.
“There you go, little one,” Boba says, his words like a tendril of dark smoke. “Cum for your king.”
His efforts are quickly rewarded as you shudder and lock up harder than durasteel beneath him. A blinding surge of vicious heat, knocks you clean off your feet and steals away all the air left in your lungs as your nails dig into the sandstone—trembling and grappling blindly for a foothold in your own head. The cold chest plate is a much needed anchor for the overwhelming intensity that threatens to drown you and bury you six fix under.
He bites down again when he cums, his hips digging into you with short, rough jabs. “Fuck—you take me so well.” You squirm, feeling his cock throb and spill into you, making the mess between your legs smear over your thighs. His thrusts stutter to a stop as he sighs deeply and pulls out, a mixture of his cum and your arousal spilling onto the floor. Boba huffs above you, drags a finger through your swollen folds and pushes it back inside of you. “Good girl.”
You shiver—reduced to a useless puddle with no intent from moving off the floor as Boba’s weight moves away. You could sleep here—that’s something completely plausible you think. Nice, warm dirt—
Boba purrs your name—the sound piquing your interest enough that you overcome the heaviness that’s settled in your body and move your head. He’s returned to his throne, cheeks a bit flushed and his chest rising and falling to recover precious air. You watch as Boba peels off his cuirass with practiced ease, and lays it with care onto the floor. He murmurs your name a second time and pats his lap, coaxing you off the floor.
You happily slither onto his thighs, exhausted and all too eager to be swept up into the warmth of his arms. He grunts as you tuck your head under his chin and cuddle into his chest, relishing the rough scrape of his palms folding over your shoulder and the outside of your thigh. His soft breaths tickle the top of your head paired with the quiet, but steady rhythm of his heart beating beneath your fingertips and ear pressed onto his sternum. Your eyes flutter shut and though a hushed silence falls over the room, there’s nothing to be said.
Boba tucks his nose into your hair and you smile, the slow speak of your heart unraveling into a lush garden of something new and brittle—like flakes of frost in the early morning sun. He’s more bruise than bleed nowadays—a wound closed then reopened and he promises nothing of a future beyond what you have in these moments. And yet—
You wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
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This is a story for @nightmarefox15 it took literal ages until i had this done so i really do hope you like it!
A Trip to remember
Emery was sitting in their car, their leg buncing due to being so excited. After years of saving money they finally had enough to buy a Plane ticket to finally Visit Ryker. It had taken a long time and a bunch of different odd jobs but they were now on the way to the Airport in Frankfurt.
They had packed everything they would need for a week long stay and now they just wanted to hop into the plane and finally see him. They remembered the day they had booked the ticket so clearly, when they told Ry they finally had the funds he was so excited he practically couldn't stop bouncing.
That didn't get any better in the days leading up to them flying over, in fact it only got worse. When they parked they breathed a sigh, they were glad that they had asked a friend of theirs to pick their car up once they arrived because said Friend stood outside with a shit eating grin. They jumped out of the car and pulled their luggage out of the Trunk before hugging their friend, "ahh I'm so glad that you are doing this for me thank you!" Micah shook his head chuckling, "ah what you don't do for Young love." They wanted to slap him because he was younger then them but refrained, "yea yea shut up."
They shook their head before giving Micah the key's to their car, "now be careful this thing was expensive!" He nodded lifting his hands, "I'll be careful don't worry." They smiled before stretching, "alright i still have about 2 hours of time left until i have to board the plane let's get going and get everything done with then we can walk around a bit." The shorter boy nodded before following them inside the huge airport. If this was the first time they were there they would surely be terrified but they had been there before because they got to look around the airport back when they were in 9th grade.
They were still amazed by the size of the Airport but they quickly made their way to the check in desk. The line was incredibly long and they wanted to groan but they reminded themselves that they were doing this so they could finally meet the love of their life so they pushed through it. When they finally were done they sat down with a groan before pulling out their phone, Micah had gone to get them both something to drink coffee for himself and Tea for Emery since even in the last 4 years their taste in beverages hadn't changed much. They pulled up their and Rykers chat smiling before Typing a quick message.
Me:
Alright im at the Airport i just have to wait for my flight now! Im so so so excited to finally meet you! Xoxo
Love of my life <3:
That's amazing!! I'm super excited to finally see you to i haven't stopped thinking about it!
They giggled at how overly excited their partner was, they looked over when Micah sat down handing them their Tea, "thank you for getting this I'm gonna need it" they giggled shaking their head. They spent the remainder of the time talking about all sorts of stuff, time seemed to fly because soon their flight was called and they hugged Micah goodbye promising to send pictures.
They took their bag with essentials like a second pair of headphones and other stuff with them and boarded the Plane, to say they were afraid was an understatement, not only would this be their first time flying but they would also do it alone. When they stepped foot into the plane they immediately hated it, they were never a fan of tight spaces so this was not a place they were happy to be in but at last if they wanted to see Ryker they had to do it. So they looked for their seat and found it soon after, they luckily managed to get a window seat and while they didn't like heights they figured if they just didn't look outside during the lift off they would be fine.
They stored their carry on bag under their seat and pulled out their headphones to listen to music. They didn't quite pay attention to what the stewardess was saying but they still knew what to do. Once the plane was starting to lift off they pulled on their headphones and started the music. And boy were they glad they took headphones with them because the minute they started to lift off a baby started screaming. They rolled their eyes and ignored it turning their music higher until some little gremlin decided to kick the back of their seat. Now they usually liked kids, they worked at a Kindergarden for a while but this one was beginning to annoy them so they turned around and glared at the kid, "i would very much like it if you didn't kick my seat thank you very much." The little boy seemed scared of them probably due to their choice of makeup and clothes but that was all the better for them since he soon stopped.
The rest of the flight was pretty uneventful, they mostly slept or watched a few movies. They had fallen asleep again in the last hour of the flight and thankfully the little old lady sitting next to them was kind enough to shake them awake before they had to Fasten their seatbelts. They were starting to get giddy and they just wanted to be out of the plane and jump into Rykers arms who was waiting for them somewhere in the airport. Once the plane landed they took their stuff and stepped out stretching and letting out a satisfied groan when their bones cracked and set back into place after sitting for about 8 hours. They made their way to baggage clame and looked for their suitcase which was pretty easy to spot with all the Stickers on it, most of them were lgbtq+ stickers but there were also some of their own art prints stuck onto it.
They picked their suitcase up and set it down next to them before pulling out their phone and Texting Ryker.
Me:
I'm finally here, just got my suitcase from baggage clame and I'm gonna come find you now, you better be ready for the biggest hug your ever gonna get darling"
Love of my life <3:
You bet I'm ready for it, I'm not gonna let you go just so you know, I'm probably gonna be easy to spot because i may or may not have made a sign.
They giggled at their lovers antic's and rolled their suitcase off to go find him. And he was right, he was very easy to spot, with the big ol' pink sign saying "Emery my Gem" they giggled and made up their mind to surprise him, even though they wanted to just run up and hug him. They made their way into a pretty big crowd of people hoping that he won't spot them and made their way around to his back, they quietly sat down their suitcase and made a dash for him affectively surprising him but also making both of them land on the ground.
They giggled when Ryker painstakingly turned around to look at them, his eyes went wide and he immediately pulled them close nuzzling his head into their neck. They did the same to him finally letting all of their feelings out and just crying into the crook of his neck, he felt exactly as comforting as they imagined he would and they couldn't be happier to finally after 4 long years of constant calls, messages, game night's and dreams to finally be in his arms. It was the first time in years that they finally felt complete and in that moment every awful job, rude customer and cat call felt worth it because they were finally with the person that made them better. They were finally with their other half. They finally felt complete.
The two of them stood up dusting themselves off before Ryker basically immediately hugged them again, they giggled nuzzling into his neck and running their fingers through his hair. They were basically smiling like an idiot, "alright let's get going? We can cuddle more when we're at your place because i am beat after an 12 hour flight with a kid kicking the back of my seat." He chuckled nodding before taking their hand and tugging them with him. They grabbed their suitcase before walking next to him still smiling really big.
When the two of them finally were at Rykers place the first thing Emery did was fall onto the sofa, they were completely beat and they also knew that the Jetlagg would hit them like a truck, they made grabby hand's towards Ryker who complied and pulled them close, both of them stayed like that for a while Emery pretty much falling asleep while Ryker couldn't resist taking pictures of them, he was so glad they were finally with him and he still couldn't quite believe it.
The week spend with Ryker was amazing, he took them on an adorable date which ended with them walking around hand in Hand, they couldn't stop grinning because they finally had a real date instead of quickly made up dinners over a screen. They did a lot of really fun stuff, as an example they saw a poster of a Carnival in town so they basically begged Ry to take them, which he of course did. They were amazed by the Carnival, they were used to something small like how it was in their town but this one was huge with some familiar rides, they spent most of their money on rides and eating all the Available food, they had always been a huge foodie so this really wasnt anything new to happen.
By the end of the week they had acclimated to the time difference and they had build up a small routine with Ryker, they would wake up at 11 am, eat a small breakfast before getting ready to go out into the world. They would usually spend most of their time just walking around, Ry showing them his favorite spots while he told a few Story's.
He even got them to meet some of his friend's, which was hard to accomplish due to them wanting to spend the majority of the time at home cuddling instead of going out to sightsee or to meet his friends. They had so much fun with Ryker that they almost forgot that they had to leave on Sunday, only almost though. Saturday night while Ryker was sleeping soundly Emery couldn't sleep, they had been tossing and turning trying to not think about the fact that they had to leave in less them 8 hours.
They sighed before shaking Ry, "Bub?" He mumbled something nuzzling his head in their neck and they had to giggle before shaking him again, "wake up, i can't sleep." Ryker woke up with a groan blinking the sleep out of his eyes before looking at them, "mhh? What's up my gem?" They smiled at the Nickname before sighing, "i can't stop thinking about the fact that i have to leave soon....i don't wanna leave, it feels like i just arrived." They looked to the side before Ryker pulled them close, "shhh everything's alright, we're gonna get through that...we did it once who's to say we won't do it again? Plus next time I'm gonna come visit you."
They frowned "yea sure but we don't know when the next time will be....i don't want to wait another 4 years..." They looked up at him and he kissed their forhead, they were most likely being a worrywart but at the moment they didn't give a damn, "let's just enjoy the last few hours we have together alright? We can worry about seeing each other again once your back home" Ryker smiled at them pulling them close, they nodded before nuzzling into him finally being able to calm down and fall asleep. Ryker chuckled slightly before pulling them close and closing his eyes as well.
When the morning came they almost didn't want to stand up, they really didn't want to leave, but their entire life was back in Germany, they weren't ready to completely leave everything behind so they stood up and got ready. They packed the last few things they still needed before sighing, "alright Ry? I'm ready...not really but i have to go back..." He smiled at them sadly before grabbing their hand and luggage, before making their way out to get to the Airport. They had to use Public transport because Ryker didn't have a car yet and saying they were uncomfortable would be the understatement of the year.
When they arrived at the Airport they felt like crying, them leaving was getting real and this made them realize that they really didn't want to leave even if it meant to leave their life back in Germany. But they really didn't have much of a choice, the ticket was booked and payed for so they made their way to the check in to go though the entire procedure again, they let out a quiet groan after they got everything done before plopping down onto one of the chairs rather ungracefully. Ryker chuckled before sitting down next to them before pulling them close, they still had time left until they had to board so they allowed themselves to lean into him.
They stayed in that position until their flight was called, they let out a whine hiding their face, "don't wanna leave...." Ryker stood up pulling them with him, "i know love but you have to, we did it once we'll do it again i just know it" he smiled slightly, he felt just as bad as they did but he had to be the strong one at the moment so that's what he did. He tugged on their hand pulling them with him to get to the plane, he hugged them again squeezing them tightly, "I'm gonna miss you my Gem i love you so so so so so much" they giggled slightly kissing him, "i love you too so so much" they looked at him before looking back as their flight was called again, "it seems i have to leave..." They hugged him tightly before letting go to kiss him again, when they broke the kiss they turned around taking their carry on with them, "bye bye my love!!! I'll write you!" Ry nodded again promising the same to you.
When you sat down in your seat you sighed leaning your head back before taking out your headphones and plugging them in, you looked out of the Window waiting untill the plane took off.
This was most definitely a trip you wouldn't forget and you just hoped and prayed that it wouldn't take another 4 years until you got to see Ry again.
Finally doneeeee!! It took absolute ages to actually finish this thing my god.
I hope you like it Ry i spent a lot of time on this (obviously)
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things I actually said at 3:00 am while watching hsmtmts s2 ep11 (spoilers)
mr mazzara doing recap yayy
aww nini giving out cards
umm?? Everyone looks so good?
caswen (Ricky and Ashlyn FRIENDSHIP) is my new favorite forgotten friendship of the show
I already posted this but the matching casts are so cute
breaking your hand isn’t the worst injury you could get? Why would they need understudies?
I said it once and I’ll say it again everyone looks SO GOOD
Kourtney being howie’s biggest fan is just so :))
THEY ARENT GOING TO THE CAST PARTY
I LOVE THEM
EJ’S LITTLE “I mean..” IS SO UERBRJRHDBRH
‘someone I dig a lot :))))))’
TELL ME HE WASNT THE HUMAN FORM OF THE SMILEY EMOJI
‘what do you wear on a *date*’ awww g
seb talking for carlos is so cute im glad seb can read him so well :)
seb’s single clap kills me everytime
ASH WITH FLOWERS TO BIG RED IS SO CUTE AND IS SUCH A CUTE CALL TO HSM
howie looks excited aww
Ej’s last show :(
TIM IF YOU DONT KEEP MATT CORNETT I SWEAR-
mr mazarra’s little “Jennifer” was very…I’m not entirely sure what it was. Calming? If that makes sense
OH NO
MIKE WHY ARE YOU HERE
she’s so awkward ahh
so is he i hate them
aww Lily looks cute
I feel like the ‘lol’ that Lily says is her trying to protect herself in case Ricky rejects her :(
‘LILY SCRAM’ NATALIE THATS SO MEAN
her little wink-
MR MAZARRA BEING THE NARRATOR IS SO WEIRD WHY DIDNT THEY CAST A STUDENT
aww steph being the enchantress
‘everyone gets to say that at least once’ I’m not sure I like Nini acting like she’s had multiple parts with names? Like I don’t think she has. Only Marian and Gabriella
mr mazarra’s British accent is funny to me and I’m not sure
also I’m not sure I like this cardboard rose it kinda looks tacky to me
HOWIE IN THE AUDIENCE PLEASE
‘SHE HEARD WRONG’ PLEASE-
‘she just hog tied him’ SEB’S LOOK
spotlighting the judge is so weird don’t do that
I don’t like miss jenn calling him Sebastian all the time
Carlos looks terrified poor baby
be our guest is good so far
ASHLYN PIROUETTES AT THE END IM SO HAPPY ABOUT THOSE
SHES SO GOOD
also I can’t be the only one who notices that ej is holding Babette’s (gina’s) feather dusters during be our guest aww
howie looks concerned oh no
Natalie’s little speech before intermissions so funny
Gina and EJ’s little interaction ‘stop ittt say it again’ and then EJ’s little ‘yeah :)’ is so cute
JORDAN FISHER
‘It feels like I’ve aged ten years since I got this part’ same Ricky same
aww Ricky standing up for Lily
‘PLEASE EVERYONE REMAIN IN THE SAME ROLE YOU STARTED IN’-
wait I don’t like this
Why is howie acting so weird? Like is he starstruck or lying I cannot tell.
“Enjoy your air” “I will thanks” that’s so awkward bye
‘I’m a lucky girl’
aww Gina’s little smile before something there is so cute
Also Ricky looks like he actually enjoy performing now I love him
big red looks so happy to watch ash perform awww
LICKY? TO SHIP OR NOT TO SHIP THAT IS THE QUESTION
unrelated but I LOVE ash’s green dress so much I actually kinda want to make it
also ginas little feather dusting the air in something there is cute she’s such a good Babette
GINA LOOKING AT EJ THE WHOLE TIME CUTE BUT why isn’t she singing
WHAT IS THE CALL MR MAZARRA GOT
that was seb’s whole part and i hate that
aww ej getting starstruck not because jamie’s a music producer but because he’s gina’s brother
WAIT I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO BE EJ GETTING BROTHER APPROVAL BUT ITS JAMIE REJECTING HIM FOR GINA I HATE IT HERE
EJ DONT LISTEN TO JAMIE GINA LIKES YOU
I feel so bad for Natalie I’m sure she thinks it her fault that she lost it or forgot to place it but it’s not your fault Natalie it’s okay props is so stressful
MISS JENN
WHAT THE HECK
THAT WAS SO AWFUL AND UNCALLED FOR
how could you say that to a student who has gone through so much oh my gosh
also I can’t believe they said that on a Disney show
also Ashlyn’s little ‘I do believe you’ to Natalie is so nice she’s my new favorite character just cause of this ep
Richard?
give us more Natalie screen time next ep and season
what the-
OH
HECK
NO
LILY I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU
LILY I THOUGHT WE COULD ACTUALLY TRUST YOU
I DONT SWEAR BUT IF I DID I WOULD SWEAR RIGHT NOW
okay that’s it
if the next episode is shorter that 35 minutes I’m never watching the show again
jk I love you hsmtmts
#high school musical the musical the series#hsmtmts#hsmtmts s2#ricky bowen#nini salazar roberts#kourtney greene#carlos rodriguez#seb matthew smith#ashlyn caswell#big red redonovich#gina porter#ej caswell#pipes talks fandom shiz
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Hey Hey Hey! Doing a fun little ask game for all my fave Obey me MC‘s! I’d love to hear more about them!
•What would your MC‘s surprise guest favourite food be?
•If your MC was locked out the house, what what they do/ who would they call?
•Which characters TV/ Book recommendations would you try?
•If your MC could stay at the Castle or the Purgatory hall, which would they pick?
•What ‚piece of home‘ would your MC bring to the HOL? (eg regular board game nights or disallowing shoes in the house)
Dude I’ve known of you for like three days and if anything happened I’d just cry really hard, you’re literally fixing all the wrong in the world one kenbarbz post at a time,, I adore you xx
*sniffles sobs falls over* AAAA HI TY!!!! im glad you like kenbarbz 💜💜💜
-surprise favorite guest food would probably be hmmm chocolate cake! Kenma's a big fan of chocolatey things! (I made up something in my head called Frosted Batwing Icecream once, so maybe that too hehe)
-hmmm this could go a lot of different ways. If she wants to be diligent and responsible she's calling Barbatos, Satan or Mammon to help let her in. (She knows Lucifer would let her in but shes not abt to suffer through him scolding her the whole time). If she's not thinking right she will climb up to Beel's window and be like "let me in bestie" and he'd be like "How did you get up here???" while he's already pulling her inside
-hmmm for my MC it's already canon that she already does a lot of book trading and show recommendations with Satan! so I'll go with him ^-^ but she does like to watch trashy TV shows with Simeon as a guilty pleasure 📺
-Kenma defnitely stays in purgatory hall! I think the castle, to Kenma, is equally exciting as it is intimidating. She used to be terrified when Diavolo would invite her to dinner at first and she didn't know anyone well. So some of her anxieties about how big and grand the castle is still lingers i think
-mmm she's a dork, so she has the very first manga she ever bought for herself. It's with her always. It makes her feel comfortable to thumb over the pages even though she's read them soooo many times over the years
(otherwise, her cooking skills if that counts as a piece of home?) She's from somewhere in the Caribbean canonically so she was absolutely homesick for caribbean food once she got there. Barbatos asked what ingredients she needed and he would do his best to make it or lend the kitchen to her 👉👈
#kenmail#runs around excitedly#questions like this are super fun#kenbarbz#kenma#barbatos#satan#beel#lucifer#mammon#.#AND YES. I KNOW I PUT RESPONSIBLE AND MAMMON IN THE SAME SENTENCE!#put some resPECT on his name!!!#i know mammon gets put down a lot in canon but he is my baby and he can be diligent when he has the ability to focus!!!#also kenmammon are best friends#so it might not be the most inconspicuous way of getting her back inside he WILL still show up to help her out!#he could literally be on the other side of the house or sleeping#hes waking up and coming to get her
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Hey I love your work. I would like to request something with Pete and the reader and they have 3 kids (maybe 2 boys and a girl) and they go visit Pete at SNL and just about their day with him and Pete talking about his family on the weekend update. 🖤
family. pd
a/n im sorry this took so long! I hope this is okay, I know I didn't discuss much of the actual things they did during the day but I can always write more or a second part if you would like!
@briskiiat420
tressful, terrifying and nerve-wracking yet somehow still lovable, these past few years had taught you and Pete a million things about parenthood that you would've never considered beforehand, though neither of you were complaining. Pete had expressed his desire to be a father many times, even before he started dating you, so it came as little surprise to anyone who knew the two of you when you were pregnant. then again two years later... and again after another year had passed.
having three children under the age of six was never easy to put it simply; there was always a nappy to change, a tantrum to quash or a nativity play to prepare for. however, when those sweet moments hit you like a ten tonne train, you remembered why you had craved a family like yours so badly.
moments like now, with your youngest baby boy swaddled adorably in your arms and your two eldest children swinging off of their father's hands. matching shirts with his little girl and painstakingly handmade bracelets with his boy, Pete had taken to fatherhood like a duck to water.
singularly the hardest part of familial life you had to deal with, past the nappies and crying and mischievous antics, was the media constantly encroaching into your private life. teeth bared into predatorial smiles and unbroken chattering questions: the paparazzi had ruined your first hospital birth by crowding your exit and had ruined plenty of later events with their inconsiderate practices. hence, you had somewhat of a skewed perspective on life in the city with your children and you had avoided bringing them anywhere they could be swarmed.
until today.
starting his umpteenth season on SNL, now as a recurring guest more than a regular, Pete had been asked if he wanted to do a special on family life, being as it was approaching Christmas now. therefore, after bundling up your babies in large winter coats and cosy beanies and hats that matched yours, you had made the journey to SNL's filming location largely unnoticed, only being approached by some young respectful fans eager to greet you happily. throughout the week you had majorly avoided letting Pete know you were planning to visit him with the family, already knowing how excited he'd be if you took the chance and surprised him. instead, you had contacted some of his friends behind the scenes, begging them to keep it a secret and to help you get backstage to see him before and during his weekend update.
all of your children adored seeing their father onstage even if they didn't truly understand any of the words he would be saying, and though you knew when to chastise him for playing them videos with rude words in them, you also knew how much they would love seeing him perform comedy in real life.
arming yourself and your two eldest with hot chocolates to guard against the cold, you had already entered the building and were waiting backstage in one of the office rooms for someone to tell Pete to go check the room you were in. soon enough, you heard the drawl of your husband's voice and his sweet laugh echoing through the adjoining corridor.
noticing the pure joy that lit up his face when the door swung open and you finally saw him, your heart was soaring, tears almost filling your eyes as your children squealed with excitement.
"you did this for me baby," Pete whispered, also close to happy tears as he welcomed you into the family hug, "gonna make me cry sweetheart."
wrapping his arms around you and your baby boy as carefully as possible, he smiled when he felt your face buried in the crook fo his neck, his baby gurgling in contentment. all he had ever wanted was in this backstage room.
he had no need for the money or the clothes or the fame, he just wanted you smiling and his babies by your side.
"I hope those are happy tears Mr Davidson, it was incredibly difficult to surprise you properly," you giggled when you finally pulled away for a second, wiping the corner of his eyes with your spare thumbs, gently cradling his face.
your other two children had begun preoccupied themselves with bothering Mulaney who had made the grave mistake of joining Pete for the surprise, giving you and your lover a quick but wonderfully quiet moment.
"god I fucking love you so much," he smiled, kissing you with such urgency you felt butterflies like it was the first time, his hands helping you cradle your youngest, "so glad I put a ring on it for good."
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