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April Fool’s DLC SUFFERING Ending Guide Part 2

So I’m still shook over one of the normal (read: SUFFERING) endings I finally unlocked from the Mystic Messenger April Fool’s DLC. Here is my guide of what I USED which unlocked the ending. This guide is part 2!

Following this should give you the unlock the chats “Epiphany” and “The world for you and me” after the game branch.

Also: Spoilers! I’m placing this guide under the cut.

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Seeing so many people complain that solos were “ruined” by the new ghouls. Was anyone truly expecting a flawless performance the very first night of the tour? The very first night of a tour with an all new band playing for a live audience for the first time? With all the pressure of the bitter assholes online who have been running their mouths about how they don’t support the band without “their boys”? The same bitter assholes who continue to bitch and complain about everything they can just for the sake of stirring the pot?

From the things I’ve read from people who were actually there, they sounded great. They all put on a great performance. If that’s not good enough for you and you still haven’t accepted the fact that the old ghouls are doing their own things now, that’s your own problem.
And I don’t feel bad for any of you. We’ve all known for quite some time that there would be a new lineup. It was finally confirmed and the replacements didn’t disappoint…give them a chance for fucks sake.

Move on with your lives if you’re so pissed that “your boys” aren’t in the band anymore. I’m 120% okay with people being filtered out. No one has died. Most of the people still whining are the Priest super fans anyway, go focus on that or something. Listen to some MCC…
If Ghost and Papa are so different and terrible now, leave.

I’ll hold the door, you big babies 👐

fake boyfriend fics

When life is hard I read fake boyfriend fics. Like a lot of them. I have read last night’s dress at least 57 times :p

last night’s dress (tiptoe out of this mess) by  hito | 16.7K

TFLN: My dad just asked me if my booty call guy that comes over at 3am and leaves at 6 would like to stay for Sunday brunch next week. You in?

The Newlywed Game by  Captain_Loki | 19.5K

Stiles is (still) single when the pack’s getaway to the Caribbean comes by (oh misplaced optimism); lucky for him Derek is committed to being uncommitted and even after all these years is still powerless against Stiles’ unique forms of persuasion.

Cue a romantic getaway for two: sun, sand, and sarcasm abound…and the two roped into competing in the Resort’s version of the Newlywed game. Only it’s completely obvious it’s going to end in disaster. Probably homicide.

Most probably homicide.

Relationship Status: It’s complicated by  kellifer_fic | 4K

Okay, I know this is a huge stretch for you, but can you please pretend you’re like, into me?

The Hazards (and Benefits) of Channel-Surfing on Friday Nights by  herbeautifullie | 12.1K

He’s watching TV over the edge of his laptop when Scott brings up the fact that he’s still a lonely loser in his third year of college without a boyfriend which, while being completely true, is really fucking unappreciated. It sparks a desperate need to save what little manhood Stiles has and, before he knows it, he’s blurting, “I totally have a boyfriend, dude. Shows how much you know.”

How was he supposed to know Scott would doubt him? It’s not Stiles’ fault that someone named Derek Hale really exists. It’s also not his fault when his lie grows legs and runs so far he can’t find it until it’s too late – too late and standing right in front of him, gorgeous and annoyed and not at all the person Stiles made him up to be.

Yeah, this could get bad.

For Love is Not Ours to Command by  weathervaanes | 18.5K

Where Derek’s skills at thinking on his feet mean that he and Stiles have to act. For the sake of Stiles’ dad, of course, for the sake of the pack. No personal interest interference at all, whatsoever. Right.

The Sweetest of Words (Have the Bitterest Taste) by  Omni | 9.9K

Five or so years after the show. Stiles is in college, and finds himself getting stalked by a succubus. Derek’s determined that the best way to thwart her is to prove that he and Stiles are madly in love. It’s not really as much of an act as either seems to think.

No Refunds or Exchanges by  badwolfbadwolf | 18.9K

Stiles is the newest deputy in the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Department, and has maybe just been a little in love with Derek Hale since Stiles had made a fool of himself in front of him at the SD summer picnic a few years ago. Being married to him—only for the sake of not getting deported—is going to suck in new and unusual ways.

Operation: Chick Flick by  Inell | 7.3K

Stiles knows agreeing to be Derek’s fake date for Cora’s wedding is the stupidest thing he’s ever done, but it’s a little difficult to say no to the man he’s been in love with for seven years.

only fools rush in by  decideophobia | 13.5K

Is it an imaginary date?

No. I met him in a coffee shop.


This morning. It was love on first sight.

Electricity In the Contact by  ladyblahblah | 27K

In which Derek has been invited to the Greater Pacific Northwest Alpha Symposium (that’s not what it’s called, Stiles, stop saying that), and showing up unattached would mean an arranged marriage. When the rest of the pack objects, he agrees to let Stiles come along to pose as his mate. Derek is reasonably sure that he’s not going to make it out of this weekend alive.

Please? I Can’t.

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader (x Pippa Soo ?)

Warning: Mentions of dead soulmate, but that’s about it. 

Prompt: Soulmate AU - You have a tattoo of the first words they say to you. Here’s the catch, you met your soulmate while you’re still in a relationship with someone else. 

Word Count: 2,352

Note: I made this back in February but I never posted it bc i’m not ?? good ?? at writing but anyway, here it is. Will post part 2 soon. Also! Reader here is bisexual, just a heads up. All comments are appreciated! Enjoy reading!



Third time you had to witnessed a girl meeting her soulmate today and all you can do is give out a loud audible sigh. Your eyes continued to linger on the couple as the brunette woman cried before cradling the other girl’s face with her hand. Your gaze shifted to their wrists, squinting to see the words etched on the brunette’s skin.

– I’ll have a large coffee and a cinnamon roll, please. –

You chuckle at the line as you tended to your own cup of coffee. A hand suddenly waved in front of your face, snapping you out of your trance.

“Were you listening to anything I said?” Renee asked, slightly irritated.

You look down. “You were saying something about crappy local government?”

“That was ten minutes ago, Y/N. Jeez, you can’t even spare me an hour for my political rant.”

You held up your hands in surrender, your gaze shifting towards the couple. “In my defense, I just got distracted. That’s all.”

Renee chortled, rolling her eyes. She grabbed your face, forcing you to stare at her.

“You are literally the most hopeless romantic I have ever met.”

You escaped from her grasp. “You can’t blame me! There are couples everywhere and it’s almost Valentine’s Day,”


“And thing aren’t going well, you know.” You mumbled at the end.

“What did I tell you, Y/N? You shouldn’t force these things. Your tattoo is romantic enough, don’t stress out too much.”

Right, the tattoo.

No one knows where it began or where exactly it came from but that’s how things came around today. You’ve heard about it from your parents, from your teachers back in elementary school, and even in the local library where Jasmine worked in.

It was all everyone could ever talk about nowadays. The days of chancing romance ended and the age of determined soulmates began.

You just have to remember one thing; the words etched on your skin are the first words your soulmate will ever say to you.

You glance at your own wrist, rereading the words you have never heard from anyone:

– Dainty fingers. I’m going to guess. Pianist? –

“It seems pretty damn beautiful if you ask me,” Renee said as you smiled down to your wrist. “Unlike my ever-so-wonderful tattoo.” She brought her wrist to your face and you laughed as you reread the words:

– This is the last roll of tissue paper and I am taking it. –

You rolled your eyes. “Beautiful, sure. Yet everyone found their soulmate but me. Heck, you found yours.”

“So? It doesn’t mean ‘he’ wouldn’t come soon.”

“Or she.” You say, giving her a cheeky grin.

She gasped with an amused smile on her face. “My, my, Y/N. I never suspected that.”

You chuckle. “Who knows? I am dating a girl right now.”

Renee’s eyes widened. “You’re what?”

You nodded nonchalantly. “Remember, Pippa? Phillipa Soo?”

“Yeah, I remember her. From the play we watched a month ago, right?”

“That’s her. I’m dating her now. What’s so shocking about that? You know I’m attracted to girls too.”

“That’s not the shocking part. It’s the fact that you’re dating someone who’s not your soulmate. What are you doing, Y/N?”

You took a sip from your coffee, shrugging your shoulders. “I got tired of waiting.”

“That’s it?”

You sighed as you placed your mug on the table. “Listen, I don’t even get why we have these pre-determined people we’re required to love. Why can’t I choose who to fall in love with?”

“Y/N..” You continued to talk.

“Why does it have to be based from some tattoo we’re born with? Can’t I be the one to make that decision?”

She looked down. “You know I can’t answer that for you. But, it’s still going to be different if you are with the person you are really meant to be with.”

“Renee, it’s not that-”

“Can you tell me right now that things are doing well between you and Pippa?” Her words shut you up.

“Things are just okay. That’s the problem, I guess. It’s just okay.”

“It is a problem. You can’t settle for just some shallow love. How do you think this is affecting her?”

“Her original soulmate died,” Another fact in this world – once your soulmate dies, you can’t replace them. You are left alone to look for someone else.

“To her, this is everything.”

“But to you, it isn’t. You can’t force her to be the one and she can’t force you to be her-”

“Can we just not talk about it?” You interrupt her, getting tired of all this talk.

She nodded, letting the silence fill between the two of you before speaking up again.

Renee dipped a biscuit into the coffee. “I still bet it’s going to be a ‘he’ for you.”

“Oh my god, Renee.”

“What? More than often, you fawn over guys more than you do with girls. Especially those into theater and arts.”


“And you told me yourself before that you’re more inclined to men. Remember when we watched Singing In The Rain?” She laughed at the memory.

“What can I say? Gene Kelly stole my heart.” You giggle, clutching your chest.

Laughter filled the space between you two. She faced you. “Be patient, Y/N. Your soulmate will come.”

Your smile faltered and you rubbed your face with your palm, reiterating what you said earlier. “I’m tired of waiting.”

“He or she might be just right around a corner.”

Before you could even reply to her, a loud bunch entered the cafe, laughing away.

One of them nudged his head towards the table beside yours, all five of them settling down on the seats.

Their loud laughter immediately started to irritate you. You stood up and just before you could ask Renee to move to another table, her phone rang.

“I have to take this. I’ll be back.” She spoke, quickly making her way out of the cafe.

You sighed as you plop back down to your seat. With no one to talk to, you couldn’t help but listen in to the conversation among the men beside you.


“With huge hands like that, playing the bass guitar wouldn’t be so hard.”

“Goddammit, Lac. You have to stop him. Seriously.”

The curly-haired man just chuckled, patting the other man’s back.

“I’m sorry, Daveed. I really do need a new bassist and well, Lin just wants to help.”

Daveed rolled his eyes, glaring at Lin.

“The one day we agreed on to have a reunion and you decided to bombard me with this. Just because you’ve got a new Lafayette and Jefferson.”

Lin laughed at his friend. “Technically, we aren’t complete yet. Leslie is on his way.”

Daveed sighed. “Man, I love you but please. Bother someone else.”

Lin raises his palms. “Your hangover must be so bad.”

“Very.” Daveed says, burying his face in his palms. Everyone in the group chuckled at him.

A tan boy with light brown hair stood up. “Okay, Lin. Since you’re so great, what can I play?” He said, squishing his palms towards Lin’s face.

“Calloused fingertips. Probably guitar. You seem like a guitar guy, Anthony.”

The boy, Anthony, let out a low whistle. “Pretty stereotypical but I’ll take it. How about Oak?”

A muscled man raises his palms. Lin stared closely. “With those palms, drums. Definitely drums.”

Lac looked at Lin, eyeing him up and down. “I’m still confused as to why you do this hobby of yours.”

Lin chuckled. “Come on, I can find musicians just by looking at their hands.” He says jokingly, leaning back into his seat.


Suddenly curious, your eyes shifted to your own hands. The man beside you cleared his throat.

You turn your head up, only to see Lin staring at you and your raised palms.

You quickly dropped your hands, wrapping your fingers around the mug of coffee set in front of you.

You face front, trying to ignore him as if you weren’t listening in to their conversation.

“Miss. Hey, miss.” You close your eyes as you silently wished for Renee to come back from her phone call.

The man from the other table wouldn’t stop grabbing your attention until one of his friends tapped your shoulder.

You faced him. “Hi, I’m Anthony,” He extended his hand for you to shake.

“And I’m Y/N.” You say slowly, still hearing the other man’s attempts in calling for you.

“Introduction’s out of the way, good. Now moving on. Lin, that man right there,” He spoke, pointing towards the man calling for you. “Will not stop until you talk to him.”

You sigh. “He wouldn’t?”

“Not a chance.”

You let another sigh as Anthony started pointing at the other man with his eyes. Slowly, you faced Lin. You gave him a short wave, with the mug still tight around your other hand.

Lin smiled at you as he quickly pointed to you then towards your palms. With a loud voice, he spoke.

Dainty fingers. I’m going to guess. Pianist?

You let out a gasp. Your hands covered your mouth, letting the mug fall to the ground in pieces. As tears flooded your vision, you take a quick glance to your wrist.

He said it. The words that have long been etched onto your skin, he spoke them. You’ve been waiting for so long to the point that you have given up on the idea of ever meeting your soulmate.

Your teary eyes watched as Lin jumped from his seat and made his way towards you.

He kneeled down to pick up the pieces of ceramic on the floor. “I’m sorry, Miss. I didn’t mean to scare you there. Was it something I said?”

You stared at the man by your feet as you mumbled something.

He looked up to you, watching as tears continue to well up your eyes. “What did you say? I didn’t catch that.” You let out a shaky breathe.

Writer, actually.

You watched as his own eyes widened, tears glossing over his brown orbs as he looked at his wrist. “It’s you,”

He stood up. “I’m Lin.” Words couldn’t explain how happy he was to hear the words that appeared on his skin since he was born, to find the one his heart has longed for.

“I’m Y/N.” You slowly extended your hand for him to shake.

You suddenly found yourself smiling at him with him reciprocating with a grin. He reached for your hand. With this, your mind snapped back to Pippa. As his hand brushed against your fingertips, you retracted your hand. His face contorted with confusion and the next thing you knew, you ran off.

At this point, everything was just happening all at once. Tears started falling from your face as you passed by Angelica, Lin running behind you, Angelica and Lin’s friends watching from the cafe.

It was when you reached an an empty alley when you stopped running, listening to your own sobs and the sound of the busy streets bouncing off the walls.

Why did you have to be with someone else? You were angry. You were angry at the fact that you didn’t wait longer, that you became impatient a bit too soon, that you felt goosebumps at the feel of his fingertips against your hand, that you felt a zap in your stomach, and that the zap you felt made you feel safe, that it made you feel at ease.

“Y/N! Please! Listen to me, where are you?” You heard him shout, the sound of speedy footsteps following suit.

You had nowhere to run to anymore, your back against the wall of the alley. You closed your eyes and prayed to the heavens that he wouldn’t find you. You didn’t want to complicate things. You prayed that soon, you can just be with Pippa and forget that you ever met Lin.

The footsteps started getting louder and all you could do was close your eyes.

In just a few seconds, he was in front of you with his hands on either side of your body.

“Y/N, I’m begging you. Please open your eyes and talk to me.” He spoke with a shaky breathe.

You slowly opened your eyes, your cheek facing him as you refused to face Lin.

“Fine, I’ll talk.” He sighed.

“I know this is scary. I’ve been waiting for a long time too and I have been on the brink of giving up, believe me. But, it’s okay now. I’m here. You’re here. We can stop waiting.”

I gave up.”

“What?” He said, sadness looped around his voice.

You winced. “I-I thought I wouldn’t meet you. I gave up. I started dating someone else.”

“Is it not possible for you to just break-”

“I can’t just do that, Lin. What I have with this other person, it’s important to her. I can’t just drop her like that.” Tears started to form again.

You feel his fingers grabbing your chin, making you face him. His breathing turned shaky as his teeth captured his bottom lip in attempt to keep his tears from falling.

“I see.” You place your hand against his face, closing your eyes.

Your heart fell when he nuzzled his cheek against your palm. This felt like home. For once in your life, you finally knew how it felt to be with someone you’re meant to be with.

You tried to think about Pippa but quickly after that, your mind started to drift back to the man in front of you.

“I’m so sorry, Lin.”

“I’m not asking you to break up with her all of a sudden, I’m asking for you to give me a chance. I know this is scary but give me the opportunity to make you fall for me,”

“Lin, I-”

“I will treat you well. We can drink coffee together, watch movies, read books, we can do anything that you want. Just please.”

You had to admit to yourself, that’s what you wanted. But still, you couldn’t just drop Pippa so suddenly. You promised her. 

“I can’t.” You started to retract your hand from his face but Lin held placed his palm over yours, holding tightly onto your fingers.

“Why not?” He choked out.

“If I do,” You look up to meet his eyes.

“I know I’ll fall in love with you in an instant.”

friday night Ivar prompt

I made this a continuation from my previous Ivar prompt which can be read here.  Though it should still make sense if you don’t ;-)

You’re passing a horn of mead around the fire when one of the shieldmaidens from another kingdom proposes a salacious game from her homeland. She sets before you Ubbe, Bjorn, and Ivar and tells them to close their eyes and not to move no matter what happens. She instructs you: “choose one of them to slap, one to lick, and one to fondle.”

You blink and shake your head, thinking that it’s a good thing you and your friends have been drinking all night. Your once large party has now turned into a small one as the evening went on, and now it happened to be the wee small hours in the morning, where in the past, you’ve been known to make a bad decision or two. And as only the gods knew, you were about to make big one. 

At first, you have no fucking clue what to do and spend many moments mulling over scenarios in your head. Two of the brothers have partners and you are not sure how to handle that, even though neither of the women are present for your little after-party. 

You walk over to Ivar first, thinking he should be a pretty easy decision. He definitely deserves to be slapped. First for attempting to beckon you like some servant earlier, and then for tossing a blackberry into your drink and splashing mead in your face. You even raise your hand in the air to do it … but for some reason, you cannot bring yourself to. There is something about his expression, even though his eyes are closed. Before this game, he’d seemed strangely relaxed, as if he was enjoying being included, but now? He seemed nervous … almost as if he expected to get the slap. What others might perceive to be the choice for the person on the bottom of the list. 

You take your hand down and shrug, acting as if you are still painfully undecided and move on from Ivar, prompting some giggling from your friends. Ivar frowns, sensing that you had been in front of him but are now gone, and he is not sure what is happening. You decide this is a good thing … keep him guessing. 

You then step over to Bjorn and give him the slap you meant for Ivar. He turns his head to the side and grins, teasing that if you knew what was coming, you’d work on your follow-through a little more. You look to the side, perplexed, not sure what he’s alluding to … but you brush it off, thinking it must have been Bjorn’s tenth cup of ale talking. 

Next you come upon Ubbe and grin, thinking there was no way you’d do this sober. You pick up his hand, bend down, and lick his palm as if you’d just been to visit the old seer. He jokes that there could be a new man in your future, someone very near to you who can’t seem to shut up about you. He then chuckles smugly as if he knows something that you don’t. 

You knit your brows together in confusion at Ubbe’s prediction, but then move back to Ivar, noticing that his nostrils are flared and his cheeks are red, as if embarrassed. He has to know what’s about to happen, what was obviously chosen for him, as he must have heard the slap across Bjorn’s face and also figured out what you had done to Ubbe. 

You think about what you’d wondered earlier that night, after you and your friends had decided that Ivar was the Ragnarsson with the best hair … at how you imagined running your hands through his longer locks. You decide … why not? You thread your fingers through his hair, nails running along his scalp and you think perhaps you hear a soft moan on his lips, but you cannot be sure. His hair is so soft, just as silky as you imagined, and you can’t help but smile like an idiot. Somewhere in the background you can hear his brothers drunkenly teasing and cheering the two of you on. Ivar sucks in a breath and holds it, letting you do what you will. The mead has made you brave, or perhaps stupid, and you take a seat in his lap, sliding your hands down the back of his neck, to his shoulders, and then his biceps. You give them a good squeeze and gasp at the hard muscles you find. You are impressed. Very impressed. 

What in the name of Valhalla is he hiding under there? 

You are suddenly hit with the desire to see for yourself. 

“Od-in’s beard,” you muse. “Am I in trouble.” 

He finally releases the breath he’d been holding, opens his eyes, and suddenly all you see is blue. “Yes,” he says with a single nod of his head, his eyebrows raised. “You are.” 

anonymous asked:

*slides card* *machine beeps* "Oh I never know what places have the chip" *with tears in my eyes* if you actually read the machines they ALL(around here at least because I went to a crap ton of different places just for the soul purpose to prove customers are stupid) say "insert/slide". If a places doesn't have a chip, it won't tell you to insert.

Tbf it’s still new here. Most of the stores in my town still don’t have it so when I go to another town it’s natural to just slide my card. When you’ve been a patron for a long time to one place, or places that don’t have it, it’s just habit and it can be disorienting when change occurs. Once everywhere has it hopefully this kind of thing will die down. Really, I think the pace to get it everywhere should just pick up already. Change is a hell of a thing, especially when the band aid isn’t just ripped off in one go. We’ve been transitioning for how many fucking years now? Other countries that have had this for a long time are laughing at us because we still don’t have it and are taking too long dipping our damn toe. Meanwhile they’ve all moved on to that tapping system. I dread that shit because I’m sure that’ll bring a whole new shit storm involving “you’re trying to steal my information” or “you charged me twice!”. This is child’s play atm. Winter is coming. -Abby

Muse - Mother Hen

Before Stanford Pines, throughout the history of humankind, Bill Cipher struck countless deals with many great minds.
Some more memorable than others.

A/N: Here’s the tag I use for these oneshots.
Partly based on Bill’s backstory as detailed in Flat Dreams and Flat Minds.


Emmy Noether


14 April 1935

When the light in her Mindscape begins to slowly fade, turning all colors to gray, Emmy Noether is sitting on the couch with her hands folded on her lap. The chalkboard before her is completely empty, but she still looks at it as though she can read something on its surface that Bill cannot. Which is, of course, impossible. He sees everything.

And now he sees her end is not long in coming.

“You’re not gonna wake up again, Mother Hen,” he says. His voice seems to echo around them, as though through a vast and empty space.

The law of conservation of mass states that nothing is created and nothing is destroyed - but it can be changed beyond recognition, taken apart, shattered, and there is hardly any difference at all. Besides, this is not mass. This is a mind.

And soon it will be gone along with its owner.

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anonymous asked:

The scrub club + v + saeran reacts to MC having self harm scars and she's kind of ashamed to have them? Sorry if this is a little angsty haha ❤️❤️❤️

Note: Don’t know why I’m only in the mood to write angst but hey-ho. I’ll tag this so people can read it if they want because this will obviously have triggering themes. But, anyway I hope you enjoy and this is probably all I’ll be able to post for a while.

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anonymous asked:

You 👏 are 👏 too 👏 good 👏 to 👏 us 👏!!!! As much as I love the updates what about your thesis? Aren't we supposed to be in a hiatus???? I mean think about it the sooner your thesis is done the sooner we all get to read it when you get published! 💕💕💕💕

Heheh, unfortunately my thesis is nowhere near ready for publication. I’m going to have to rewrite the whole things after I graduate and/or finish Lucky Us. ^ ^;

But we are still on “hiatus,” which just means slower updates. My goal is to finish this story on or before my birthday (May 24th) so I try to keep chapters coming out even when I’m busy. Besides, writing fan fiction is my way to relax!

Your first time with Gibbs would involve:

  • Will charm the pants off of you. Literally.
  • Not like Tony-charm. Nothing grandiose. Just a quiet Gibbs charm that everybody falls for
  • And he uses it for good during the first time. If you’re nervous, he calms you down and tells you it’s alright. He sets the mood just perfectly to where it still feels like Gibbs
  • Is kinda big on kissing and touching and just general worship
  • Gibbs is normally the pleasurer during sex, but during the first time, expect him to be putting his all into making it good for you (maybe because he’ll want there to be a second time)
  • It has to be in a bed. He is kinda rigid about where he fucks, and the first time has to be somewhere private and comfortable
  • Instantly loves all the noises you make. And it quickly becomes some of his favourite noises
  • He’s good at reading people, so if he feels like you’re a bit uncomfortable or nervous, he’ll back off and wait
  • But Gibbs is also confident and pushes the limits. He knows when and where to push the boundaries, just so the experience is just that much better
  • Is always the gentleman and makes you cum first
  • And afterward, he’ll definitely cuddle (and secretly like it)

Requested by Anon~

It’s the most exciting time tbh 

For most of us, every day was Mass Effect Day before MEA but now it’s just kinda official???? 

You open Origin and you see 15 of your friends are playing MEA 

You have missions to do, a book to read later, LORE NOTES TO TAKE, cool Ryders to reblog and multiplayer to look forward to

I mean, I’m just happy right now. I’m taking my sweet time with it all because I want it to last

so obviously @madgesundersee doesn’t write minty for me, she writes it for the good of humanity, but it still feels like a personal gift to magically have 14k of minty plopped in front of me when I most need it (go read i can think of something better, it’s amazing). so here’s an attempt at a thank you.

Miller would like to think that on a different night when he was a little more rested, a little less frazzled, he might react differently. Although that’s probably bullshit because if he’s got Monty pinned beneath him on his couch, mouth to his neck, it doesn’t matter how much sleep he’s had: he’s not going to be thinking super clearly.

Still, he’s not at all prepared for when Monty whispers Nate—bright and breathy and wonderful—and Miller’s entire lower half decides to disassociate from his brain and grind down.

Miller freezes. Monty freezes.


“Um,” says Monty, whose fingers have stilled against Miller’s back. “Wow.”

Miller clenches his eyes shut. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

Monty laughs, a little shaky. “Why are you—”

“I didn’t mean to—I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Monty nudges Miller’s head, and when Miller finally opens his eyes, Monty’s grinning up at him: cheeks flushed, hair ridiculously askew.

“Uncomfortable?” Monty says. “Who could be uncomfortable on this couch?” He wriggles a bit against the cushions, which at this proximity is more than a little distracting; Miller has to bite his lip to stay focused.

“You know what I mean,” he grits out. “We haven’t talked about—look, I’m not expecting anything.” This is new, and he’s not an asshole.

Monty’s studying him, labored breath and open-mouthed smile. Then he raises his eyebrows, clenches his cheeks like he’s trying to temper a grin. His fingers slide across Miller’s skin up to cup his cheek.

“Was it…cause I called you Nate?”

And again, Miller really thought he had it at least somewhat together. Not completely together, obviously, but somewhat.

But apparently the combination of Monty’s chest against his and the intimacy of that name on Monty’s lips overrides his capacity for logic because once again, his hips move on their own as if independent from the rest of his body.

He’s not sure if the surprise on Monty’s face—the widened mouth, the darkened eyes—make the situation better or worse.

“Fuck,” says Miller, attempting to regroup. “Okay. I’m just going to—”

But before he can roll off the couch, Monty’s curled a leg around his waist, locking him in place.

“You are an idiot,” he laughs. And then, for emphasis, shifts up against Miller with just enough pressure that Miller’s vision blurs.

“You are killing me,” Miller groans, leaning his forehead against Monty’s.

“Well that’s not the goal,” says Monty, voice bright. He’s cupping both of Miller’s cheeks, now.“C’mere, I promise I’ll stop abusing my power. I’m just excited. I didn’t know I had power to abuse.”

This is such an absurd statement that Miller almost laughs out loud. There are few things that one of Monty’s smiles couldn’t convince him to do. Not that he’s going to tell him that.

Still, there’s probably something nice he could say in this moment—some way of indicating how much this means, how damn important this is.

Unfortunately his brain is still static. So he settles for a firm “shut up” and leans in to kiss Monty again.

Monty doesn’t seem to mind.

anonymous asked:

Um best Caryl smut you've read? Thanks! Like top 5. Xx

Oh I love getting these!

Okay in no particular order-

1. Hotter Than Hell by Emerald Kitten - this story is hot hot hot. 

2. 7 Times Daryl Got Lucky by Lamport - all of this smutty one shots are really different from the next which always keeps it interesting,

3. Five Veils by Argent Gale - by far one of the best long chaptered smut stories I’ve read, however still marked as incomplete but definitely worth a read!

4. Housewarming by SamiWammy - this is a damn heated argument that reaches it’s boiling point, with extra smutty chapters after.

5. have yourself a smutty little christmas by lilabut - 24 smutty drabbles to fill your smut needs.

Thank you so much for the ask! 

The new chapter reminds me of this book I read in High School that had this philosophy that having hope is useless without having a meaning to live, because when you find yourself in a hopeless situation you will lose that hope and cease to exist but if you have something to live for when all hope is lost you still have meaning and will find a way to move forward 

anonymous asked:

Just so you know, separating your block into nsfw and sfw has made my life worse. Because previously, I could read your sex related content at work since it was just text. But now I cannot since the nsfw blog contains outright porn. This situation may not be fixable, just wanted to let you know there is a downside. I still really like your blog as a whole.

I got several messages like this and have decided that I’m going to instead run the most boring NSFW blog around by just writing text and no longer reblogging porn.

Which feels extremely weird since reblogging porn is what all the other blogs of this genre are /for/, but alright.

one month after.. and I still don’t fully get the point of this arc. as you can see, it’s not keeping me so active, I’m just passively reading all of this while waiting for /something/ exciting to happen. however, one of the few things that are keeping me somewhat interested is the possibility of finding more about He Cheng -> He Tian, ultimately. hopefully we’ll get that, but I’ll keep my expectations at a fair level. so far it’s pretty much confirmed ✔️ that Cheng works for Jian Yi’s father, there’s actually no surprise there. but am I asking too much if I want to know the circumstances behind all of this? a glimpse of his past maybe, like, how he ended up doing this and stuff. what are his connections with Jian Yi’s family. how. when. is He Tian involved as well?  

but anyway, I actually enjoy the way Old Xian introduces new characters; not too many at a time, which brings some focus and interest in them. imo the She Li arc was amazing and I think that the prospect of giving us more characters sounds great! some change in all this dynamic won’t hurt. obvs I’m talking about this hot guy saving Jian Yi’s ass, I wonder if we’ll get to see more about him?? or if he’s there just for the sake of.. being tall and handsome and just because Jian Yi had to be saved (tho I have a feeling this is not the case, but idk). 

not to be ungrateful, but Old Xian should shift the focus from Jian Yi for a bit (while keeping him in the center) and reveal some stuff we’ve been curious about. I would dig that. 

anonymous asked:

what has been your greatest regret for your spe releases?


With how much effort i personally put into it, doesn’t quite seem like it’s worth it when you have tons of people saying it’s garbage without reading it or they saw snippets of the arc and read summaries and just don’t bother.

Makes me really want to just take the backseat for now after all these releases because nobody really discusses or talks about XY. I might as well have just waited for VIZ to finish XY themselves. You’d think people would talk about XY when I have a week dedicated of nonstop daily releases, but I guess not.

People are just that deadset that XY is a garbage arc or the plot doesn’t interest them. Well I mean SM is at Chapter 5 and still nothing has really happened besides introductions and finally some action, but people are eating it up like cake. So /shrug idk

despite what you’ve been told (pt 7 END)

and that’s a wrap! longer note at the end, ty for reading~

Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Bonus | Part Five | Part Six

Victor dreams about sunlight.

He used to dream about skating, most nights, especially during competition, ingrained muscle memory seeping into his subconscious and carrying him through an entire season before he woke jetlagged in an unfamiliar bed and spent the next hour trying to untangle the dream from reality.  His senses were too attuned to the rink, to the lights and the chill and the sound of blades carving through the ice, so the dreams always felt far too real.

Now, though, he dreams about beaches and salt air, warm sunshine, the feel of Makkachin’s fur under his hands.  If he dreams about ice rinks then Yuuri is the one skating on them, alone in his practice gear or sparkling in the spotlight with a cheering audience all around, perfect and stunning and winning, every time.  Joy lighting up his face every time.

Now if he dreams about skating Yuuri is with him, hands in his, on his arms, on his chest, around his shoulders when Victor lifts him off the ice and spins them around, close and warm, noses rubbing together.  There are always stars in Yuuri’s eyes in his dreams, softly glowing, warm like sunlight and kisses.  Victor wakes up in the morning and stares at the ceiling of his room at the onsen, scratching Makkachin’s ears, and wonders if Yuuri would want to try out some ice dancing moves, just for fun.

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anonymous asked:

mc hammer is Michael Clifford, it's funny cuz actually they were seeing together in London when 5h did those camren iconic interviews of 'girls who do themselves' and 'thanks buddy / no problem buddy' and Camila being all cute wispering lyrics to Lauren's ear... I don't now, camren was so alive and also we already now how easy is to fake iphone messages so

im pretty sure i read somewhere that the messages were confirmed fake. also they have like one picture together? i cant believe this is still an issue for some. you know how many celebrities have one picture with camila?

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