kinda late but what the heck

I know this is like, kinda late to the chapter 18 meta party since chapter 19 comes out tomorrow, but I figured what the heck, I’d post it anyways.

Once again, I have no grand point to make here, but it’s something I noticed about that chapter and I haven’t seen anyone else bring it up. But I want to talk about the angle we saw Bum in some of the frames of this chapter. Y’all - I’m in even going to add pictures.

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Love Potion

Day One

8:24 AM

This is so not worth the hundred bucks I’m getting paid to do this. I hate you Gus. I fucking hate you. Now for the serious part of this ‘scientific’ journal.

My name is Brian Vance. I’m seventeen years old and a junior in high school. I’m a virgin (is this really necessary Gus) and I’ve never been on a date in my life. The closest I got to a date was to asking my eighth grade crush on a date. She said yes, but stood me up. Who’s surprised?

Gus Katsoros is the 'scientist’ who concocted the 'Love Potion’. It comes in a cologne and drinkable form, supposedly helps you secrete natural pheromones to attract the opposite sex. I am one of three guys using both the cologne and the drink. I will be using the cologne and drinking one ounce of the Love Potion before I go to school, and at night will be drinking another ounce of the Love Potion before I go to bed. I’ll be doing that, now.

Ugh! Gus. If you’re going to label something a 'Love Potion’, don’t make it taste like mud. For the final product, for the love of god, add some honey or sugar. Hell, high fructose corn syrup, whatever gets the job done! Just don’t. Make it taste like dirt. The cologne ain’t so bad though. Smells like it tastes, which it makes a much better scent than taste. Off to school.

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Y’all loved Paladin Danse-Senpai, right?  Then let me show you something.

This is my contribution to the Fallout 4 fandom and I hope you will like it as much as I do @smokeauditore & @bloodymarietv :D

Now everyone get ready for… The “Notice me Sole-Senpai! Squad”

With its number one fanboy… Paladin Danse-Senpai!


Followed by our loyal nanny…Codsworth-Kouhai!

«Even at the worst of times, things aren’t so bad when                                        you’re around, Sole-Senpai.»

A round of applause for… Preston-Kouhai!

«A settlement needs your help, General-Senpai. Here, I’ll mark it on your map.»

She’s square but beautiful…Ada-Kouhai! 

«Traveling with Sole-Senpai has proven to be quite…uplifting.»

Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boooyy? Yes you are! Give a hug to this fluffy benediction…Dogmeat-Kouhai!

                                              «Bark! Bark!»

That girl sure knows how to get herself in trouble… Piper-Kouhai!

«Thanks again for sharing your story, Blue-Senpai. I’ll make sure no one forgets what happened.»

Let’s not forget our favorite detective… Nick-Kouhai! 

  «Well, if it isn’t my favorite former icicle, Sole-Senpai!»

That girl is an ass kicker…Cait-Kouhai!

«I know this must be difficult for you… I… I’m here if you need to talk, Sole-Senpai.» 

An angel who fell from heaven…Curie-Kouhai!

«It is so hard to wrap my head around what I feel for Sole-Senpai. Before, there was only duty. Now, something more.»

He stole many hearts and is kind of a badass… Hancock-Kouhai!

«Come on, Sole-Senpai! Let’s get this freakshow on the road.»

Is he really a synth or is it just another lie? Deacon-Kouhai! 

«This will be our finest hour, Sole-Senpai. Tales shall be told of our fight versus the rad roaches.»

He became what he hated the most as a child, a mungo… Maccready-Kouhai!

«For once in my life, everything’s going right and I have you to thank for it, Sole-Senpai.»

Gotta find that human milk…Strong-Kouhai!

«Sole-Senpai good leader. Better than Fist. Strong follow you always.»

The guy is more comfortable shooting people, than talking to them… X6-88-Kouhai!

«Yes, Sole-Senpai. Designation X6-88. I’ve already neutralized the perimeter guard. When you’re ready, we can move on the main flotilla.»

There goes our favorite raider… Gage-Kouhai!

«So far, you make a pretty good Overboss, Sole-Senpai, and it’s been fun running with you.»

He’s old but he can still kick your ass… Old Longfellow-Kouhai!

«You’ve got some grit, Sole-Senpai, I’ll give you that. Can’t say that about most folks I know.»


Elder Maxson-Senpai!

«You truly have become one of us, Sole-Senpai!» 

Knight Rhys-Kouhai!

«I can usually size people up a glance but you, Sole-Senpai…you’re different. And it’s bugging the heck out of me.»

And my favorite, the one and only one… Dovan my Sole-Senpai!

«I know my words aren’t worth nothing but crap to you, but let me give you an advice i should’ve followed myself when I was younger. Killing won’t bring your loved ones back. Killing won’t bring you peace. It is a poison that devours you from the inside until it is too late to be treated.»


Now, I am kinda curious to know what your Sole-Senpai looks like and what’s their own favorite quote. Please feel free to post pictures of your Sole-Senpai and their kouhai! :D 

Use the tag #SoleSenpai if you want to do this ^0^ I swear this is probably one of the best ideas I ever got.

***Every single screenshots in this post are mines except the Danse ones who originally belongs to @smokeauditore and I had a great time at making them more “kawaii”*** (I literally forgot to mention it. I’m sorry >o<)

anonymous asked:

Hello! I would like to request a scenario/reacts/hcs (whichever you prefer) where MC is addicted to an otome game very much like MysMe. She stays up late and giggles when she looks at her screen and answers the phone calls and all that. What would RFA+V+Saeran do, assuming they are already in a relationship? If this is too much, just pick the characters that you like. Thank you very much and good luck with this blog, you awesome person, you! 😆


☁ cuddling you while you giggle at your phone

☁ “whats so funny?”

☁ you show him the fake texts from imaginary boys

☁ “babe why. go to bed. it’s late”

☁ finds your love for those games adorable

kinda wishes you focused a little more on helping care for elizabeth


ツ is also obbessed 

ツ “babe look at how cute he his omg”

ツ will stay up late for chats with you

ツ knows every route inside and out 

ツ helps you get the guy you want 

probably has managed to hack your phone so you get the good end but it’s ok


☠ finds it cute as hECK

☠ but is kinda confused by your undying love for fictional people

☠ “can i see your game?“ 

☠ tries to get into it so you can bond☠ but still doesn’t understand

☠ "i don’t get it, but i love it bc you love it”



✍ tries to find mainly lesbian ones thought bc 

✍ gayhee

✍ “have you tried [insert game]??? so many cute boys and girls.”

✍ has managed to find sooooo many otomes for you two

✍ you two usually play together on the couch while eating


★ you show him dandelion bc jisoo

★ “????? thats a character i played tho???”

★ you got him hooked

★ good job

★ much like jaehee, you play together

★ he reads EVERY SINGLE LINE in different voices 


☂ boi can’t see

☂ so like

☂ he kinda hears it all the time??

☂ “is he handsomer than me?”

☂ ‘no one is handsomer than you, jihyunie’

☂ cuddles you while you play


☼ understands the addiction

☼ has you sit on his lap while you two play together

☼ like he plays LOLOL while youre doing your game on your phone

☼ teammates can hear you through his headset

☼ they oddly help you too??

☼ now you have a supportive team filled with your boyfriend and his teammates 

hope you enjoy! 

-mod jumin

Jealousy (idk what to call this lol)

Request: Dang I’m late but can you do a cute Philip x Reader where he gets jealous? Thank youu

Warnings: none

Tags: non

Notes: man i suck at writing about people being jealous lmao but i got you my dude (psst- it’s a modern au too but like,,, it’s kinda obvious)



A lot of things are associated with that word; the color yellow*, fofos*, heck; it’s even a deadly sin*. Overall, being jealous is not a good thing.


Wish you would tell that to Mr. Philip Hamilton over here, glaring at others that hung out with you or showed any kind of affection towards you. Of course, you noticed nothing at all; seeing all these acts of affection and love as acts of friendship and care. But of course, Philip could not see it as that at all.

It all started when Philip realized an important smidge of information about you: he had a crush on you.

A really bad one.

So it’s no wonder why every time he sees you with someone that wasn’t him, he gets this feeling of…hatred towards the person.

He never planned to be like this, but he was just a shy boy who wanted to ask you out.

Was that too much to ask?


Philip was lying around in his room, playing some lame nerd game on his phone that some dude introduced to him a while ago. As he was playing, he dropped his phone on his face as he received a text from you. He shouted in surprise as the tiny box thing hit his face. He sat up and rubbed the spot where the device hit him before seeing what the text was about. He almost dropped his phone on the floor as he read what you sent him.

From: (Y/N)

hey yo dude- you wanna get some food later? all my friends are gone and i’m lonely :(

He audibly wheezed as he read over the message over and over again. You, the person he had a crush on, was asking him, some lame boy who didn’t know how to confess to you, to get food.


Philip scrambled to his phone again to see what you sent this time.

From: (Y/N)

haha whoops forget to add this-

i was gonna go get food now

His eyes widened as he read the word “now”. He quickly texted you a “yes sure where should I pick you up?” and ran to look for something decent to wear and found nothing. He cursed the gods for preventing him from doing his best. He quickly went through his roommate’s things and put together something nice. He scribbled a apology for borrowing their clothes without notice and left it on the bed. He grabbed his phone, car keys, and wallet before rushing out the door and to your house.

When he arrived, he parked the car and got out. He was just a tad bit nervous, but he managed to get to your door just fine. He pulled out his phone and quickly texted you before knocking.

To: (Y/N)

Hey- i’m outside your door :)

He waited for a couple minutes before he heard the doorknob turn to be opened. He was greeted with you face; something he could never get out of his head. Your eyes brightened when you saw Philip at your door.

“Ah hey- welcome! But uh…” You furrowed your brows in confusion before looking back up at him. “What’re you doing here?” Philip was now confused.

“You said you wanted to get food-” You squinted in confusion before cursing under your breath.

“That must’ve been Theo- she took my phone earlier and-” Philip waved to shush you.

“No no it’s fine- still wanna get food?” He asked hesitantly, giving you a shy look like. You nodded and a wave of relief washed over him.

“Yeah sure- I’ll go change. Go ahead and come inside; make yourself comfortable.” he nodded before walking in and taking a seat on your couch. You quickly ran upstairs to change. During this time, Philip looked around at the living room and found a couple of pictures of you and others. Seeing those pictures made that feeling of jealousy rise up again, but he kept it on the down low. He heard footsteps coming down the stairs and quickly turned to face you, a smile gracing his features when he saw you. He got up and walked out the house with you to his car.

Soon enough, the two of you went out to get some food and now you were walking back to his car; hands entwined. He didn’t mean for it to happen- it just did. He had his head turned away so you couldn’t see the red on his face from him being flustered. You just grinned happily, not minding the hand holding. Soon enough, you spotted a classmate of yours and you waved him over. Philip blinked before turning to face you again and was met with another person. Philip’s smile turned into a scowl as he realized who this person was. It was George Eacker.

“Hamilton.” George hissed out. Philip sighed.

“Eacker.” You blinked.

“You two know each other?” Philip and George nodded, the hatred for each other not leaving their eyes.

“So what’re you doing here with my (Y/N)?” George angrily breathed out and Philip felt himself grow angry at hearing that my.

“Excuse me- she’s not yours.” George scoffed.

“She’s not yours either.”

“Uh hey guys-”

“Not now, (Y/N).” George dismissively said, pushing you back. That was crossing the line for Philip. Philip grabbed your hand yet again and stormed off but not before throwing some sick insults and profanities (he learned that from his dad :) ) at George.

Once Philip got far enough away from George, you crossed your arms at him. Philip still had a angry aura around him, but he pouted slightly when he saw that you had that look on you face.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“Don’t you ‘what was what’ me, mister.”

“It was nothing.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“…he pushed you.” You sighed before rubbing your temples.

“He’s like that Philip.”

“But you didn’t deserve to be pushed!” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m fine Phi-” A thought crossed your mind. You stared him down. Philip looked away, coughing nervously.

“Were you jealous?” He coughed out a “wha- no-” and you moved closer to him and he began rambling.

“YesIwasjealousbutit’sonlybecauseIreallyreallyreallyreallylikeyouandandand-” You held up a hand for him to stop. You heard something in there that made everything click together.

“You like me.” Philip’s hand flew to cover his mouth.

“Did I really just say that-” His voice a bit muffled from behind his hand. You nodded. He paled and you laughed. Philip moved his hand away from his mouth and gave you a questioning look.

“So you like me-” You stated once again. He covered his face in embarrassment.

“Stop bringing that up-” You placed a hand on his shoulder and he peeked at you from behind his hands.

“That’s too bad-” you hummed, rocking back and forth on your heels. 

“Because I like you t-” You never finished that sentence as you were smothered in his arms in a bear hug.





“Philip. I need to breathe-” His eyes widened before letting you go so you could catch your breath.

“Yes I will be your girlfriend-” His eyes brightened. “On one condition.” He blinks confusedly an urges you to go on with his eyes.

“If you give me a kis-” And there he goes- he leaned down to kissed your lips mid sentence. Your eyes widened in surprise before pulling away. You cursed yourself internally; you asked for this. He smirked at you and you wheezed on the inside.

“Hey you look pretty hot in your frocks- how about we go back to my house and strip down to ou-”



*yellow is actually the color associated with jealousy, not green (idk i read it on Yahoo Answers lmao)

*fofo is a type of yellow flower that is also associated with jealousy (again, Yahoo Answers)

*Jealousy is a synonym for Envy, one of the 7 Deadly Sins. The other ones are: Pride, Gluttony, Greed, Lust, Wrath, and Sloth.


Wow hey I finally finished this
I had like…no idea what to write for this
This is harder than I thought like
How do people coughTayah+Finnycough write so much like jfc


- Is it an echolalia thing to vocalize instrumental parts while singing along to songs? I always always do that and some people have said it’s a bit strange

Could be.

- Itaat: when you never know what to say during some conversations but always know exactly what you want to say when it’s too late? Like I know this happens to everyone but I feel like it happens to me a heck of a lot? 💚💊

Sounds like some sort of processing delay. It could be an autistic thing but also something else like ADHD.

- Can you be put in aba at 16?

I think yes.

-Is it an autistic thing to hear a cool accent (English for example) and after hearing a few lines you unintentionally start copying their accent? (Usually only with real people and not tv shows or movies though.) ((I’d assume its kinda echolocalia(?) from what others have shared but i dont know;; ))

I think so.

-itaat im really bad at depth perception irl? and i bump into things a lot? which i know is autistic but im really good at it in video games? like in this game i have to position a cannon to hit a water tower a specific distance away and i usually get it second or third try, and i used to be able to always get it first try 💎🔮

Could be but could be an another thing. Also video games and actual real life world things are different which could explain the difference.

- Okay so I’m a possible autistic and I was wondering if I should try and get diagnosed now because I’m currently 15 and I hear it’s harder to get diagnosed when your older -sarin

I guess you could if you are safe to do so and have the resources, for example money.

FOR SOME REASON….. I am kinda close to 200 followers, like what the freaking heck happened. I am not even getting to ic-replies lately since I am so busy with raiding and all I do is like…writing headcanons. Weeps. I am so sorry if I disappoint people, particularly my mains, but if you guys write me a starter or sit down in my inbox I’ll try to get to you asap, even if I’ll hardcore raid this weekend. I am just too exhausted lately aaaah. 

(male)Pregnancy in a Gifset

Statistically speaking almost every case begins the same way. You ask yourself the question and do a little back and forth:

‘Could I be Pregnant?’

‘There’s no way I could pregnant…’

‘Am I pregnant?’

Then of course the realization: ‘I totally could be pregnant’. This is nearly always followed by a positive test and the need to tell everyone the news. 

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The grand piano has stood in the corner of their salon next to the large windows for as long as Eren can remember. His mother had often played for him when he’d been younger, and on a few occasions had even allowed Eren to run his fingers over the keys as he sat on her lap. The ebony ones had produced more discordant sounds which he’d been particularly fond of, slamming his hands down on them with much more force than necessary and creating a cacophony that in no way resembled his mother’s beautiful playing.

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So I was in my room and woke up to the alarm, I dunno what button as usually it beeps but it turned on with NPR’s Morning Edition.   So suddenly, I feel weird, almost like I’m coming up out of ether after being at the dentist or some shit.  It’s almost like it has my attention, and bam, suddenly I’m actually honing in on this nerdy voice talk – seriously you know how Ira Glass sounds, well they all kind of inflect like him.  I guess I start caring and paying attention, which was strange.  I tried to think about it and actually, I always did care about politics and what’s going on in the world, human interest stories, and what’s really perflexing– perplexing, I mean– is, wow,I haven’t been lately.

Perflexing, I think and snort a little snort at my own intentional parapraxis.

I sit up on the bed and pull up my iPhone off the charger.  Swiping through a few screens, check my Facebook, no texts this morning.  I don’t have a shirt on yet and I’m looking at my bare arm and it looks pretty buff, really, and it starts to hit me that something isn’t quite right.  Buff?  I tense up a little and go until the bathroom, running a hand across my face and turning on the sink.  Splashing some water and there’s that big bare arm, definitely got some meat on my shoulders, too.

‘This isn’t right,’ I think, and suddenly it hits me:  I have really been losing myself lately.  I’ve been having fun I guess, exploring some new angles, met this cool new guy who’s been inspiring me but whoa, I am really going down the wrong tracks lately.  I wash up, still hardly believing my own reflection.  Yeah I look healthy, kinda good I admit, but that’s not me.

There’s this pile of hockey gear on the side of my bed and I remember talking about wanting us to work on getting my room more up to speed with this sort of stuff.  I look at my bookshelf, which looks forlorn as if it’s already collecting dust and just not getting any love.  Do I really want to forsake that, push it aside – no, I most definitely don’t.  I sit down on my laptop and log into my Goodreads and click on my profile, just to remind myself what I’ve been reading lately.  Heck, it’s hardly been anything – the last book was weeks ago and not even very challenging – The Price of Salt by Patricia Highsmith?  Sure, I enjoyed Carol, just because it’s Todd Haynes which must be why I got the book, either that or just that they mentioned it on Fresh Air.  But what did I seriously expect out of lightweight lesbian romance from the Eisenhower era – put on a candle and talk about doilies and each other’s hands, it really was mostly a snooze, easy read.

I fire up my iPhone and see what I’ve got in there, but why did I delete so much off my list?  That was stupid of me.  I try to remember what I had in there before, and start adding them back – The Closing of the American Mind by Allan Bloom, Buddenbrooks by Thomas Mann, Dicta and Contradicta by Karl Kraus, maybe Disagreeable Tales by Léon Bloy but nah, it didn’t actually look that good.  Soumission by Michel Houllebecq for sure, as I loved The Possibility of An Island… shit, what else… I feel frustrated.  I should go back to the bookstore and get these added more methodically, as right now it’s just trying to recreate the wheel.  Probably if I spend an afternoon in there, my list will be better than it was the first time, I optimistically tell myself.

I go to make my bed and clean up the place, collecting some empty glasses and putting them in the kitchen, putting that hockey gear in the closet and just as its starting to look nice I get a text.  "Hey man, see ya tonight at 5, you want me to pick up Chipotle or something?“

"Nah I got some food from the farmer’s market here I’ve got to use up, you sure you want to come over?” I text back, hesitant.  This guy!  Even though I appreciate what Chipotle is doing for the organic movement, it’s still corporate and let’s face it, they have really only two items on the menu – a bowl or a wrap, lol.  I really don’t need this guy in my life tonight, I want to get my life back on track and hit up the bookstore.

“Yeah that’s cool, I don’t need to eat, just wanted to swing by and say hi.  Got some books you might love to bring over.”

“Yeah?  I guess, then, I mean just for a little while because I’ve got to study.

I’m big into biology lately, I remember.  Or was always.  Or… shit, I need to hold onto my smart self, who I always was.  I"ll knuckle down on my books, let this bro over for a bit, but that’s the end of it after tonight.  Wow!  Wild ride but this ends tonight, way too much risk of losing myself like I almost did.

I dive deep into my textbook, drilling the vocabulary into my head one word at a time, cognizant of what I’ve lost but it’s coming back quick, thank God.  Submucosa, DNA ligase, disrupter selection, flavin adenine dinucleotide, four fused rings in steroids (a lipid), I’ll get back to the math later, I figure, but at least it’s all rushing back into my mind, no problem there.

Before you know it the doorbell’s ringing, and of course just as I’ve got a candle lit for some nice ambience.  Roasted beets on a bibb lettuce salad with locavore-inspired goat cheese, all organic.  Tamari sunflower seeds and a balsamic vinaigrette, ginger beer on the side, nothing fancy…just a solid meal for a nice night to unwind with.  Nice little wine pairing of a pinot noir, although an aged Riesling would have worked too – beet salad is not a common pairing, I smile, a little smug, I think with a tinge of self-shaming that I tell myself I shouldn’t really have to feel – in how cultured I’ve gotten to be.

I get up and walk over, really not happy that he invited himself over – the guy is a risk, a mindfucker and not good for me.  But I’m firmly in grip of myself and once I get through this night he’ll be easier to blow off for good.

"What are you doing in a t-shirt?” he says just as I open the door, striding past me and sitting right down at the table.

“What was I suppose to wear, a button down for you?"I say back, cockily, knowing I’m the one in control and don’t need to put up with his shit.  Calling his bluff for sure.  I can’t be outwitted by this one, that’s for sure.

"Just seemed odd for you is all,” he says, turning his hat around now that he’s out of the sun and sitting down.

“You’ve eaten already, right?  Because I only made enough for one,” I say, looking him in the eyes.

“i’m still wondering what you’re doing with a t-shirt on,” he says.  "Yeah, I’ve eaten, what do you want to do tonight?“

"I don’t know,” I said after swallowing my bite.  I"m sitting back down and really hate having dinner with him here.  "You’re the one who wanted to come over, remember?“

"Yeah didn’t you want to talk about books or some shit?” he says, leaning back in his chair and kicking off his shoes on my rug.  He should have just taken them off at the door to be polite.

“Sure,” I respond, still looking him right in the eye to make sure he knows who’s in control of the conversation.  "I’m thinking of going to Europe for a few weeks so I’m reading Rick Steves’ Europe 101.  Kind of slight, but fun and actually more informative than you’d think.  Did you know Benedict of Nursia is actually the patron saint of Europe?’

'Oh brother,’ he says, rolling his eyes.  I just keep eating.

He goes on, “Sounds pretty boring to me.  And are you really sure about that t-shirt still, bro?’

He says bro kind of weird, I think, as suddenly at the same time I realize I feel kind of dizzy, like I’m laying back in my chair or.. I think they call it vertigo.

"Don’t call me bro, what the hell are you doing?” I shout across the table at him, annoyed that he’s opening a bottle of wine.  He’s taken off his t-shirt even, big tribal tattoo across his chest, and he knows he looks hot so nobody will question him.  There’s still plenty of pinot in the fridge.

“Calm down, bro, just poppin open a bottle.  God, you’re uptight.’

I am not uptight, I think.  I feel kind of sweaty and constricted by my shirt and realize maybe he has a point, though I’d never admit it.  My pits feel a little damp and it’s like the shirt is annoying or something.  Maybe I just feel warm all over.

"Just sayin that there’s a bottle of wine in the fridge,” I say, trying to eat more just to get this meal over with since I’m not enjoying it anyhow.  I’m hungry and feels good to shovel it in faster even though I know I should savor this more.

'Bro?’ he says, “why don’t you just chill.”

It’s annoying me that he’s calling me bro, or maybe it’s just this shirt that’s annoying me, really.  I wish my arms were free.  "Dude, I’ll be right back,“ I say, just wanted to get out of this at the moment.  I go into my room and open a drawer looking for something.  Don’t see any of my tanks but there’s a singlet, bright red.  That should show him up, I think, plus this t-shirt is just driving me nuts, I think as I strip it off.  Too plain.

I slide the straps over my arms, noticing how cut my torso has gotten.  Something about that kind of excites me for some reason.

I step out, confidentially sitting back down and wolfing down the rest of my food.  Feels a lot better in this singlet, even though it feels weird at first walkin back to dinner barefoot and everything,I know he can see all the hair in my pits and all, even shows some with my guns at my sides, but I kind of like showing him who’s the man here.  Let him play defense.

I slosh down some of this salad – why’d I make some lame salad like this, seriously – with a glass of the wine.  "Here bro, you need a refill?” he says, leanin over and pourin wine in my glass before I even answer.

“I guess,” I say between bites.  "Hey you want to wrestle tonight?“ I say.  Whoa, where’d that come from?  What’s happening?  I don’t even think I feel like myself, all of a sudden.

"Perfect, bro.  He says.  "Who’s your bro?”

“You’re my fucking bro, bro,” I say, thrilled to hear myself just blurting it out.

Before I know it, the tv’s on with the game in the background and this dude has taken off his hoodie and underneath it, he’s in a singlet too, which I like just because I want to practice my wrestling moves.  I’ve been studying so hand and doing all this lame shit and it’s like this guy is an opportunity to connect with the real me, who I just haven’t had time for lately.

I start explaining that to him and he tells me, “hey, listen dumbass, I know the real you.  It’s not that you haven’t had time, it’s that you got lost for a minute.  The real you is a dumb fuckin jock.  You always have been, you are now, you always will be, and we’re gonna hammer that home harder from now on.”

That gets me really excited for some reason and I ask him if he’ll get in referee’s position with me on the top and start off a match.  "Sure, bro, I love to wrestle dumbasses like you" he says.  I love it when he calls me bro.

For no reason at all I start getting a boner, even though I know now isn’t the right time, and though I’m embarrassed, I can’t help myself but say, “I love wrestling man, ok you think I can throw you, you ready to start?”

“We’re gonna have to get a real mat in here soon but yeah I’m ready.  Ok, 3..2..1..” and it’s on.  I’m grabbing at his leg with my left and wrap it around his thick, hairy calf and I try not to think about why I’m amped all of a sudden and how good I’m feelin even as he gets me into a half nelson pretty quick.

Suddenly it’s my skin on his skin, singlet on singlet but for some reason my hardon doesn’t go down.  Then pretty soon he pins me and I’m starin up at him, noticing he hasn’t shaved lately and is getting sweaty and not sure what I’m thinkin because I know I need to focus on the match harder.  Then we’re back in the referee’s position for round two.  He leans over and whispers in my ear, “you look like such a stupid fuckin dumbass primate in that singlet, bro.  I love it.”

“I do?” I say, but it gets me harder for some reason.  Then I blurt out, “You like it when I seem stupid?” I say, knowing how stupid that probably just sounded.

“You are stupid, bro.  But that’s ok because you know all about sports and shit.”

Which is true.  And he’s on top of me and I’m lookin up at him and he flips me, and my hardon brushes up against his thick thigh hard and suddenly my eyes are rolling back in my head and I think I’m cumming… and I cum, all over the front of my singlet, just too much friction or something, don’t know what even happened as this so isn’t like me…“

"Aww bro, what are you doin, dumbass,” he says, suddenly pulling off the straps of his white singlet and sliding it down and I see he has a big hardon himself, which, suddenly I feel like I’m drooling or something and I know what I need to do.

It doesn’t even matter to me that I’ve gotten off cuz this is my bro and I’m so fuckin into it, grateful for how he just got me off, and he pulls me up to my bed and I’m suckin his big dumb dong for what seems like an hour, but I’m lovin every minute of it and wish it would go on forever.  I even start getting hard again and before I know it he throws back his head and moans and hot white sperm is shootin out all over my lips and I lap it up with as much slobber and tongue as I can show just to demonstrate how grateful I am.

This dude, this bro, he’s so cool that he doesn’t even care how fucked up that just was, he lets me crash right out against his muscular biceps on the bed together.

I realize I didn’t set the alarm and then suddenly realize tomorrow is a Saturday and for some reason I don’t want to even deal with resetting it as I’ve had a few glasses of wine and I’m in this moment with my bro so I yank at the cord and it falls out onto the floor into some clothes or something.  My bro laughs his dumb jock laugh and I do too, fucking clocks.  Love weekends.

I’ve been thinking a lot, about how important this community is. I don’t really know how to put my thoughts into words, but I know I’m not alone in feeling like the channel is a safe place, like the community is a family. It’s hard for me to remember sometimes that Jack really does need us as much as we need him. 

There’s so much love here…

7 million strong and ever-growing.

Imagine Bones suspecting that his feelings for Spock may not be strictly platonic during a standard mission on a planet when things start to take a wrong turn and he finds himself worrying over Spock more then is particularly necessary. (“Spock,” Leonard whispers, “these people don’t like you here.” The ‘please be careful’ goes unvoiced. “I’ve already calculated the risks, Doctor.” Spock looks back at him, face passive, “I assure you, I am not in any substantial danger here.”  Leonard blinks slowly and nods his head, watching Spock even as his back turns from him, “I understand.”)

And by the end of the mission when they’ve taken an emergency beam back aboard, (Let’s just say, the people of the planet really didn’t like Spock being there) in one piece luckily, his suspicions have become frighteningly close to confirmed, but not quite there.

It isn’t until he’s stayed up in the Sickbay long past the time his shift has ended and catches himself rereading Spock’s standard physical from after the mission (“You’ve passed with flying colours, Spock. As usual.” The I was worried goes unvoiced. “Flying colours, Doctor?” Leonard looks up from his PADD for a moment and explains, “An Earth phrase, Spock. It means you’ve done exceptionally well.” Spock nods his head minutely, eyes still on the Doctor as the man goes back to his work, “I understand.”) for the umpteenth time that the confirmation is made.

And it’s not made quietly.

It’s made in the sound of air harshly expelled from open lips.

It’s made in the sound of a PADD clattering against a cluttered desk and pens falling to the ground.

It’s made in the screech of a chair clawing against the floor as it’s shoved roughly back.

And it’s voiced loud and clear in a low horrified groan that crawls up from deep in the Doctor’s chest and escapes through splayed fingers.

Leonard Horatio McCoy has a crush.

Leonard Horatio McCoy has a crush on Spock, of the thousands on the ship, Spock.

Leonard unconsciously lets a hand fall to the monitor set on his desk, still staring at the wall.

He startles when a groggy, but curious, voice penetrates the eerie calm in the room,

“Bones? It’s late, what do you need?”

Leonard slowly looks down, wide eyes connecting with Kirk’s own, a hand clenching the fabric covering his chest.

“Jim,” Leonard whispers quietly, “we have a major problem on our hands.”


It’s been months since I’ve written anything Spones and I really wanted to send you something, so here is this.

It’s kinda cute, isn’t it?

MODS NOTE - confessingtos holy heck YES this is cute!!! i love the way it slowly dawns on bones that hes in head over heels for spock its just perfect thank you so much!!

cakeisbae101-deactivated2016111  asked:

I heard about the ML roadtrip au and I thought maybe they could visit a WalMart or so And it's really stereotypical . everyones dressed weird and theres like kids chasing each other with bats and there's like kids pooping in the toy toilets etc


Like its a whole new dimension for them. There’s no such thing as Walmart in Paris. So they’re like “What the heck is this place?? This store has like everything???? Except walls???” and they wander around and it smells kinda weird and everything is haphazardly thrown around. There are children screaming but no one knows where its coming from. The lighting is really dismal and Nino makes a SAW reference that nobody appreciates because it’s like 1am and that’s when Walmart is either super sketch or a magical land. It’s the former on this particular trip unfortunately.

Then there’s this one old lady who works there and she’s literally everywhere. Like Adrien would have greeted her in the front but like a little bit later she’s in the back with all the garden stuff and then like 2 minutes later Adrien turns around and she’s in the pet supply area and when they check out shes at the register??? Where the heck are the other employees??? WHO’S RUNNING THIS GODFORSAKEN PLACE???

After this trip they agree never to go to Walmart past midnight ever again.