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hey wow would you look at that i actually finished the fic i’ve been talking about writing for like a week. not my best work ever, probably, but i’m fairly happy with it. 

i made that long-ass post about my autistic!logan headcanon a while back and i wanted to do something more with it, so, uh, this is it, i guess? warnings: sensory overload, internalized ableism (aka me projecting all my issues onto logan sorry buddy), anxiety (the feeling not the character).

also, i want to emphasize this, autism is a very diverse spectrum. not everyone with autism experiences it in the same way. this fic is based off of my personal experience. do not assume that all autistic people are like this.

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i need a jungjung/eunki angsty fluffy romantic smutty fic ;-;

if anyone’s writing one, please tag me!!

What?

I apologize that this is likely so short and disjointed. I was really excited to do this, but I don’t have the energy today. I’m not so certain that a whole week straight of posted stories was a good idea, because the quality of the content seems like it’s plummeting each day. Sorry.


Anon prompt: You’ve just finished work/school and you walk out of your car. From a distance, you see something very small on your windshield. As you get closer, you can see that it’s in fact a square whole wheat biscuit that’s been flattened out. As you pick it off to toss it out, you see the words “Bill Cosby” written on it in black sharpie. Who put it there? Why? And why does it say Bill Cosby?


           Shoulders tense and aching, I felt nothing but an annoyed relief as I moved as quickly as I could back to my car. While it hadn’t been the worst shift of my career, it certainly hadn’t been pleasant. An unexpected callout and two angry soccer moms were enough for the day, thank you very much. All I wanted now was a bubble bath, a glass of wine or three, and a pizza. Maybe a Netflix marathon, too. All that was between here and there was an absurdly long distance from the storefront to the very back of the parking lot. I could make out the shape of my car from here, although something was different. Another fucking flyer, I assumed. It wasn’t abnormal, but it was annoying. I didn’t care about your pizza coupons or discount waxing, and I certainly didn’t want people shoving it underneath my wipers every day.

           As I moved closer, I realized it wasn’t paper at all—it was far too thick and definitely the wrong color for any flyer I had ever seen. Unlocking my car, I picked up the thing, which looked like someone had tried to flatten a Triscuit in a hydraulic press.

           “What the fuck?” I muttered to myself, brushing the crumbs off my fingers. Some people just had too much damn time on their hands. Just before I dropped it onto the ground—it’s not littering if it’s food!—I noticed something even weirder about the thing. Written across it in black was Bill Cosby. I wrinkled my nosed in distaste, remembering the flood of negative news stories surrounding him. I wasn’t entirely sure why the fuck someone did the need to do this, let alone leave it in my car. It was probably some dumb teenagers or something.

           Not really sure what else to do, I took a picture of the thing and posted it on Twitter. If I was confused, the internet could be confused with me. It was their problem now.

So, which one is mine?- Request by Anonymous

Summary- REQUEST BY Anonymous- Hi! I was wondering if I could get a Best friend X Mark were they always have matching hair colors and Amy & Tyler (Readers boyfriend) find it cute and Tyler or Amy posts a pic of the pair while tagging the other (Amy Or Tyler) with the caption “So which one is mine?” Please and thank you!!

Word Count- 778

Pairing- Best Friend!Reader x Mark, Tyler x Reader

Warnings- Fluff, a little angst, breakup

A/n- Thanks, anon, for the awesome request. I had so much fun writing this, and I hope you like it! I don’t usually write Tyler x Reader things, but I tried! And, I gave her ex a cheesy name because I’m too lazy to do anything else. I hope this story does you justice, anon!

Tags- @lapseasteelis @mycuddlycorner @winchester-negan-one-shots @not-moose-one-shots @dannnyphantomm

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Sunday Self Recs

(for those of use who were too lazy to do it on Saturday).  Thank you, Nonny and @mugglelissa for the ask/tag! <33

Ten Years Gone ~2.7k Explicit (Kylux)

Hux is a chronic cheater. By the time he sees Kylo at night, he’s already been fucked by someone else that day. He’s just a little too loose, too slick, too flushed, too condescending. Kylo knows, in the back of his mind, but is obsessed with Hux and can’t bring himself to say anything about it. Their relationship is the only thing Kylo has, but it’s slowly killing him.

An @kyluxhardkinks fill with angst and emotional hurt.  I loved the prompt, and wanted to write something with a pining Ben and an unrepentant Hux.  

The Walkout Bout ~3.3k Mature (Kylux)

Modern AU: Ben/Kylo’s past boyfriends have loved his body but not so much his face. He’s come to expect it by now. Then he meets Hux, and Hux adores his face along with everything else and makes sure to tell him so.

An @kyluxsoftkinks fill with Boxer!Kylo and Physician!Hux.  Emotional hurt, comfort, and eventual fluff.  Soft(er) Kylux.

Bespoke ~3.3k Explicit (Kylux)

A long and busy week leaves Hux exhausted and eager to close up shop.  But when a tall and handsome stranger walks in and requests a uniquely custom-made item, how can he refuse?

A Tailor!Hux PWP inspired by @bona–mana ‘s incredible series following Domhnall Gleeson’s Burberry campaign.  Fabric porn, with a slowly falling apart Hux and a powerful, cross-dressing Ren. 

No Way Out but Through~13k Explicit (Kylux)

Sinopa, Idaho was a small town filled with even smaller dreams. Armitage Hux had long consigned himself to living his life stuck between the shadows of the Sawtooth Mountains and the drought-ridden plains, content with the safety and solitude of his own company, and with the money he earns working as a bartender at First Order. It was a life he had always thought adequate–that is, until the day a mysterious stranger wandered into Sinopa and showed him how very little he truly had to lose.

The first Kylux piece I ever wrote.  I played around with my writing style to adapt to the setting and Hux’s struggle with internalized homophobia.  Accompanying artwork by @sakurita94 and @pangolinpirate


A Gentleman’s Wager  ~85.5k, Explicit (Reylo)

A cruel betrayal has since turned Lord Ren into one of London’s most notorious rakes. Contenting himself to a life of debauchery, the Earl of Alderaan has long been viewed by marriageable society as a lost cause. Yet a chance encounter with an orphaned pickpocket proves that love may be found in the most unexpected of places, and that it is never too late to repair a broken heart.

I know I’ve been writing primarily Kylux these days.  But this fic consumed eight months of my life.  Besides the amount of research that went into writing it, it was an incredible learning experience in how to write a plotty fic with multiple storylines, action scenes and twists, and will always have a place in my heart. Accompanying artwork by @billysmind and @panda-capuccino


I tag @kyluxtrashcompactor @gefionne @sithlordofren @x-wing-leader-poe @randombitsofstars and anyone else who would love to share their work <3

He cheats on you

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

Featuring: Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff

Words: 1485

Warning: cheating, some sex and angst.

Tags: @pizxagordon

Request: I don’t know where to request the prompt since [noob alert!] basically i’m a noob 😂 but please number 12! He cheats on you. Thank you so much. And i Love your works so much <3

Notes: the gif doesn’t fit at all but I just couldn’t find any good one.


“Do you think he will like it?” You asked Wanda as you bite your lip.

You two had decided to spend Saturday morning shopping since everyone else in the facility was hangover or too lazy to do anything. So you just headed to the biggest mall in Atlanta and started shopping using Tony’s credit card. Of course, he was unaware of this fact.

“Of course he will. He will drool all over the place the second he sees you wearing that”, she winked.

Wanda had insisted on walking into Victoria Secret’s store and there you were, checking out the sexiest pieces of underwear you had ever seen. You couldn’t even imagine yourself wearing one of those, not even for your boyfriend: Clint Barton. Would he really like this thing? It wouldn’t really cover you, it couldn’t even be considered a piece of clothing for fuck’s sake.

“I don’t know…” You mumbled looking at the bra and its matching tongue. You weren’t even the tongue type, you thought they were extremely uncomfortable.

“C’mon! Live a little, tease him, play with him, he will love it”, she said.

“How do you even know it? Have you been into his head?” You asked narrowing your eyes at her.

“Look, you know I don’t do that without people’s permission. But…sometimes, some things sneak in”, she told you with a wink. “So when I tell you that Clint will love that, you just listen to me and take them.” You sighed and looked at the clothes again. “It’s on Tony anyway”, she added making you laugh.

You ended up buying them, just like Wanda bought some other sexy stuff. You wish you had her confident but you were the shy one when it came to sex life. You didn’t have many boyfriends, actually Clint was your second one, and you weren’t the type of girl who had one night stands, so it could be said that your sex life had been short. Clint never cared about it, he even said he liked the fact that not many got to touch your body in the past.

“Ok, let’s go home. I’m exhausted”, Wanda said when you came out of Primark.

“I agree” you nodded checking your phone. No words from Clint since you left the complex.

You two went to the parking lot where you had parked Tony’s Audi. Of course, he didn’t know that either. You were the one driving since Wanda had been the one taking the car when you left the HQ.

“Do you want to watch a movie now?” She asked.

“I was thinking about showing what we bought to Clint”, you said biting your lip as you blushed.

“That’s my girl! You have to tell me everything afterwards. Well, not everything, please”, you laughed shaking your head as you drove to the highway that would take you the complex.

Once you got there you found Tony waiting for you at the parking lot. He started yelling at both of you for taking his car without his permission. Luckily for you two, he hadn’t noticed the detail of the missing credit card. Otherwise, you would be long dead by now.

“Where’s Clint?” You interrupted Tony. It wasn’t the first time you took one of his cars without his permission and it wouldn’t be the last so the lecture made no sense at all.

“Are you even listening to what I’m saying?” Tony said crossing his arms. You raised an eyebrow trying not to smile which made him huff. “Training with Natasha”, he replied.

Smiling widely you winked at Wanda and hurried to the elevator. You just couldn’t wait any longer. You wanted to know if he liked what you bought, if he thought you looked sexy and hot wearing that underwear. You prayed Wanda was right and he liked them. When the elevator’s doors opened at the gym you walked out and looked around for your boyfriend.

He was nowhere to be seen but you heard some strange noises coming out of the showers Tony made built next to the gym. You put the bags down and walked to the showers, the noises getting louder and louder. They were groans and moans and gaps.

“Damn Nat”, you froze when you recognised Clint’s voice.

This couldn’t be happening. He wouldn’t do this to you. Probably it was just someone whose voice was too similar to Clint’s. That was all, because Clint loved you, and he would never cheat on you. Slowly and afraid, you walked into the showers and gasped as you saw Nat pinned against the wall, with Clint pushing against her over and over again. They weren’t even hiding. They were just…there.

“Clint?” Your voice came out like a whisper, but it was loud enough for Nat to open her eyes and spot you.

“Clint!” She exclaimed.

The tone in her voice made the man stopped and looked back, his eyes meeting yours and widening. Before he could react you had already dropped your bags and turned around, running to the stairs since you didn’t want to wait for the elevator to come back down.

You ran up four floors to your room and locked the door before you took a bag from the closet. You could take many things. You could take some lies, you could take some fights but not this. This was too much. He had humiliated you. He had cheated on you with Natasha, someone you thought it was your friend.

Without hesitation and with tears running down your cheeks, you started throwing as much clothes as you could inside of the bag. You knew not many clothes would fit in there but you just would come back in a few days to pick everything up. There was no way you were going to stay there with him after what you had just seen. Where would you go? Maybe Fury could send you far away from there, on a long mission.

“Open the door!” Clint’s voice echoed through the door.

His voice made you cry even more but you didn’t stop nor unlocked the door. There was no coming back from there. It hasn’t been just a kiss, which you may had been able to talk about, it had been sex. You took your stuff from the bathroom, your laptop and your charger and threw everything into the bag before zipping it.

When you unlocked the door you took a deep breath before opening the door and finding him on the other side. His hair was still wet but at least he was dressed. He looked at you up and down before he saw the bag and realised what you had been doing.

“No…no, please, don’t leave”, he said trying to come close to you but you didn’t listen.

Without giving him a second look you walked to the stairs again and started hurried down to the parking lot. You would need one of Tony’s cars but he would understand this time. You had to leave.

Clint was following you the whole time, begging you stay, to listen to what he had to say. But with every word that left his mouth your heart broke a bit more. When you got the parking, Tony was there. He looked at you frowning but got up as soon as he saw your face covered in tears and the bag in your hand. Seconds later, Clint walked in following you.

“What’s going on?” He asked walking to you.

“I’m leaving. I need a car”, you said.

“What?” He asked confused.

“Don’t leave. Please.” Clint said taking your arm but you just pulled away.

“Tony, please”, you begged him, trying to ignore Clint.

“It was mistake, babe!” Clint exclaimed.

“Yes, Barton, it was a mistake. A huge one. Now I’m leaving so you can go and fuck Natasha all over again”, you snapped without even looking at him

Tony’s eyes widened when you said that and he looked at Clint. He couldn’t believe it. Natasha and Clint had always been good friends but he thought the love Clint felt for you was much stronger than that.

“Tony…” you whispered.

“Take the Audi. I’ll call you later”, he said.

You nodded and walked to the closet where Tony had the keys of all his cars. You took the one you had left there some minutes ago and walked to the black car. You unlocked it and threw the bag to backseat before getting up. Tony was stopping Clint from coming anywhere near the car while your now ex was trying to walk pass him. Taking a deep breath you started the engine and drove out of the parking lot, trying to figure out a way to keep on going with your life, a way to fix your now broken heart and a way to forget about the man you had loved the most in your entire life.

Shoplifting: A Short Guide

I’ve been in a mood all day after I saw the anon post from somanybadcustomers regarding shoplifting.

Here’s some points to consider next time you consider shoplifting:

  • At no time does shoplifting “stick it to the greedy corporation”
    Here’s why: THEY JUST FIND ANOTHER WAY TO GET THE MONEY THEY WOULD HAVE FOR THEIR PRODUCTS, DUMB FUCK. Lost items could be tax-deductible, and they take money out of pay and benefits for the low-level grunts that do the work that makes your valueless life possible.

  • The rich CEO won’t lose any money, and won’t be taking a pay cut because your stupid lazy ass couldn’t get a job to afford your own damn stuff like the rest of us. The CEO’s pay is based off profit and share value (among other things) and using a large corporation as an example - the items you steal won’t make enough of a dent to change their pay. Whoever thought this up was likely suffering from a severe brain injury. Like a lobotomy.

  • People suffer because of shoplifting. Think nobody is hurt by shoplifting? Wrong, dumbass! Where do you think the business will take the money they lost from? Shareholders? Nope. The CEO? No, you brain dead moron. Raise prices? Nope! Retail is incredibly competitive. A few cents extra on tube socks could cost them a sale to a competitor. Cheat on their taxes? That could work, but could also cost more in the long run. The only thing left to do is take it out of the employee pay & benefit & bonus box. So when you steal, you nasty shitbiscuit, you potentially cost somebody a raise, their bonus, or their job depending on how many of you asshats decide stealing stuff is acceptable. So every time one of you butt puppets screams out “Hurrrr to the Durrrrr RAISE MINIMUM WAGE BECAUSE GREEDY CORPORATIONS SHOULD PAY A LIVING WAGE DEEEERRRRRRRP” you’ve already stolen money from those people, and are part of the problem. Businesses exist to make money, not give it away to people who think they’re too good to pay for stuff because they’re lazy idiots.

  • Most shoplifters aren’t stealing food for their families. Don’t believe me? Check out the shoplifter tag on Tumblr. You’ll see makeup, electronics, clothes, and enough stupid shit that isn’t necessary for anything than you may have expected.

  • You aren’t taking a stand against capitalism or anything else by shoplifting. You’re just a petty thief. You aren’t noble, you aren’t making a statement, you aren’t making a positive difference, and you sure as fuck aren’t doing anybody any favors. Quit pretending you’re anything other than a thieving piece of shit. Because at your core, you’re just a useless, selfish, delusional, insipid, thieving prick.

I hate most retailers. I hated working for them and I hate shopping at them. There are a few I want to see fail horribly because of the way they treat customers and workers both.

But I don’t delude myself into thinking stealing is the way to accomplish anything of meaning. 

For crying out loud people, this isn’t quantum physics.

PSA

if you ever say anything along the lines of “there are no trigger warnings in real life,” you can immediately fuck off and take ur ableist shit somewhere else.

rpbattleman  asked:

DR3 AU prompt. Naegi's growth was like Saionji's, in that it happened almost instantaneously. The rest of Class 78 are going through an existential crisis.

Naegi Gets a Growth Spurt

It was the start of their second year at Hope’s Peak Academy and Naegi was running late today. But that’s nothing new. Given his unlucky streak, something must have happened to him again on his way to class even though he just lives in the dormitories across the building! So they all expected him to enter the classroom with another unbelievable yet real tale.

“Sorry, I’m late!” He shouted as he opened the door, out of breath from running.

They didn’t expect him to grow taller over summer break.

At first they thought a stranger had entered their classroom by mistake but one look at the stranger’s ahoge and they knew that this was no stranger. This was in fact, Makoto Naegi and he had the most unbelievable growth spurt.

“Ha… ha… safe at last.” He panted and just as he was about to make his way to his seat, he paused. “O-kay. Why is everyone giving me weird looks?” He asked in confusion.

But nobody answered outright. There was a pregnant pause and the tension in the room rose.

Mondo was the first to make a move. He stood up and strode to Naegi as he then placed both of his hands on Naegi’s shoulders. He stared at him seriously as he said, “I’m going to punch you.”

“Eh?” Naegi looked back, confused, but only saw resolve in Mondo’s eyes. That can’t be good. Mondo’s punches hurt and he knew that from experience. So he panicked. “Ehhh?”

“Please, excuse him. I think he just wants to confirm if it really is you, Naegi.” Chihiro explained politely.

“By punching me??” Naegi asked incredulously.

“Regrettably, that’s just how he deals with things in general. However, I must stop you right there, bro! Violence is not allowed in a school environment!” Ishimaru reprimanded him.

“Oh, thank god. I’ve already had today’s near-death-experience. I don’t need another one.” Naegi heaved a sigh of relief.

“Forget about today. What happened to you during summer break?” Leon asked.

“Summer break? Nothing much. Why? Did I miss anything?” Naegi answered cluelessly.

“It’s just that you seem… different.” Sayaka clarified.

“Different?” He tilted his head and still he was taller.

“Traitor! You were supposed to be the shota type and then you went and leveled up into a bishounen type!” Yamada yelled at him testily.

“I’m not sure I follow?” Naegi said, still oblivious.

“What my servant has failed to explain is that you have finally become a fine young man.” Celes chuckled behind her hand.

“But I’ve always been a guy?” He said with his face scrunched up.

“If everyone is done beating around the bush then allow me to enlighten you. They meant your height, you imbecile.” Togami rudely explained to him.

It’s only then that Naegi finally understood at what everyone else had been hinting at.

“Oh.” He said in understanding. “Ohhh.”

“T-Tell me your secret right now! If you c-could grow inches overnight then s-surely I too can…” Touko trailed off as she self-consciously covered her chest with her arms crossed.

“There’s no secret though. I just woke up like this.” Naegi answered innocently.

“That sounds totally fake but okay.” Asahina commented.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” He scratched his chin.

“Forgive us. We’re still not accustomed to this new form of yours.” Sakura nodded courteously.

“Fair enough.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m just as shocked about it as you guys.”

“Aliens! You definitel got abducted by aliens last summer!” Hagakure theorized with a finger pointed at him.

“For the last time Hagakure, there’s no such thing as aliens.” Naegi sighed in exasperation.

“I still can’t believe our eggy turned into a beefy!” Junko hollered wildly. “Boy, do they grow up so fast! Literally!”

“…” He didn’t reply as promptly this time and with a straight face, he said, “I’ll pretend that I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Mukuro locked eyes with him. She nodded and mumbled, “…Congrats. The height suits you.”

“Thank you.” He smiled back at her.

Kirigiri on the other hand, glared at him and declared, “Height won’t change anything.”

Naegi wasn’t sure what she meant by that until a few gears inside his head finally locked into place. He was taller than her now. He smirked in victory. “Sure thing. Whatever you say, Kirigiri.”

And really, he may have grown a few inches taller but everything else stayed the same.

rules: answer 20 questions and tag followers you’d like to get to know better

Tagged by @elyon-kurae thanks friend!!

name: Vivi YOU’LL NEVER GET MY TRU NAME

nickname: Aki, Vivi, Vi, whatever else idk

height: 164cm

ethnicity: uhh human being? I’m a child of the world

orientation: Mikania is my thing

favorite fruit: cherry

favorite season: I don’t really have one I guess? Anything si fine until it doesn’t rain too much and it’s not that much windy BECAUSE GOTTA PROTECT MY FRINGE

favorite hobby: being lazy and bugging @littlxlamb

favorite food: ice cream CHICKEN CURRY TOO THO or just chicken in general

favorite scent: uh meat’s scent? Cause good and Mikania’s scent huh

favorite drink: iced tea!

average hours of sleep: lately I can’t sleep much but at least 6 or else I’m gonna be grumpy all day 

favorite fictional character: Yuuichiro Hyakuya

no. of blankets u sleep with: three maybe… I’M COLD AT NIGTH even tho I get too hot right after BUT COLD

blog created: more than one year ago I think, too lazy to check

no. of followers: 518 good people who bear with me

Tagging @littlxlamb @ofsnipcr @devilicious-wolfie @asura-the-black  @thevampiricseraph @fallenangelmikaela AND WHOEVER ELSE WANTS TO DO IT