Me Lately

Max, slamming the Ouija board down on her bedroom floor: Listen up, asshole; I come bearing gifts. 

Billy/Planchet: W H A T  I S  I T?

Max, pulling several polaroids out of her hoodie pocket and setting them on the floor: Steve took his shirt off at the pool and El took a bunch of sneaky pictures. I snagged a few of the good ones while she was busy. You’re so fucking welcome. 

Billy/Planchet: B E S T   S I S T E R   E V E R!

Max: I know. 

Billy/Planchet: N O W  G O  A W A Y

Max: What, why? There was swimsuit clingage, dude. Don’t you want the rest of the details? 

Billy/Planchet: N O  I  W A N T  S O M E  P R I V A C Y

Max, flipping the board over and gagging: Oh, gross! Ugh, you’re so nasty. Jesus fuck, Billy, even in the afterlife? That’s so- ewwwww. 

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Greetings my cubs! X3 Ester is coming up and I need YOUR help to decide, what to draw as for the ester special!!😣😥 I already have some ideas but I can’t decide between them, and that’s where you can help me!!😄😁 Comment on this post with one of the symbols below or do the pole I post on twitter ^^ now for the Ideas:

💜 Brohm/Brycewrecker 🐯 MiniCAT 🐇 bbs/bbc bottoms as bunny boys

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"Interesting, really." The red headed man put his hand up to his chin, thoughtful. His looks are quite well kept, as expected from a scholar. A little peach fuzz donned his face on the chin and sides, proper shoes and pants held up by a belt with an orderly ruffle shirt in ivory and vest in chestnut. As he could never without his ruffles, as impractical in the lab as they were. But he could simply tie them up, for his new experimental form of alchemistry.

"Yes, I know. Although; due to recent discoveries a few researchers and scientists, me included, are now speculating about the possibility that this predatory adaptation also resulted from our interference with humans- may I elaborate?" The merman flicked his shimmering tail in excitement, his scales have often been compared to labradorite, as been his eyes. His light, wavey hair, tied up in a messy bun with some strands hanging in his face, as the merman fixed his glasses as best they'd hold up, eagerly holding on to the boards of the dock. Grinning star-eyed up at the human, almost like a sea-puppy.

"Sure, darling. I am intrigued, do tell." He smiled softly at his lover as he began a tangent about his latest theories, based on his newest bioarcheological findings.

It's been a few years since Darryl moved to this little island, originally to indulge in his experiments and get away from his pressuring parents, who set up marriage proposals left and right. Luckily he got out of it by claiming to already be married to his work.

Never in a hundred years, would he have thought to encounter someone this engaged in scienc- just as engaged as he was! But there he was, at shore one night. Observing and noting constellations. He originally didn't want to scare off the stranger, but the sudden leap in his chest left no room for air, for his mind to think. But instead of scaring him off, the mysterious stranger seemingly found enjoyment in the conversation. His name was Whylt and he'd been around for quite sometime, apparently he'd heard of Darryl and was eager to meet him.

The two soon became friends. Close friends. And soon after that, even close to the point that one felt confident enough to steal a kiss in the secure darkness of the night, near the water and their now shared home. It felt like a dream come true, to Darryl. Even more so as Whylt opend up, told there was more to him and for the first time in their lives, they felt the sweet embrace of love in the soft sea breeze warm from the summer air, under the bright full moon. At first the redhead was worried. Worried he might just wake up in a shared bed with a poor lass, that he knew could never be loved by him as she deserved. Back with his parents, who know nothing but of a "good friend and colleague" of his. Worried that one day he might just wake up without this beautifully kind and smart being next to him, that the merman would flee and take his heart with him. But after one night as Whylt confessed similar thoughts and worries, they'd promised to vow to stay, until death do them part. And it's been quite a few years, a bit more than half a decade, since then.

"And have you made the effort to start writing yet? The papers for your theories?" The redhead grined smug, knowing full well his partner rather enjoys the practical part much more. As he earned a drawn out, dramatically bored sigh from the merman, his grin grew wider.

"Not yet, of course! I... Must find more evidence to prove or counter it. After all, I must consider all sides!" He breathed a laugh, trying his best to get around the mountain of paperwork waiting for him at his desk. Darryl let out a hearty laugh, bellowing into dusk and after a short moment, Whylt joined in. The merman lifts himself up onto the dock, temporarily exchanging his fins for legs.

"The food's ready too, if you'd like." The now two men help eachother stand up, the human getting kiss from his love, as they do.

"Thank you, dear. I love you, my little squirrel." He said laying is lips on the other's again, gaining the same form of affection back.

"I love you too, my little otter." He grabs the pale hand of the merfolk, to hold it up gently and adore it with another kiss. "Let's go, then." They smile at eachother smitten and content. In this moment and for many, many years to come.

“So mermaids and sirens are two different species?” “Just so. My people, what you call mermaids or merfolk, share a common ancestor to you humans, making us distant cousins. What you call sirens, however, are fish that evolved to look and sound like humans to attract their favorite prey.”

Because of a bet... - chapter 2 -

Greetings my cubs! X3 Here you go with the second chapter of the story I really hope you like this one as well^^ and thanks again to @skaisummers (you will see this credit in every chapter), for beeing the co-writer here!! 😊😍 This chapter is from Ohm's perspective agai, but there for are the next two chapter from Bryce's perspective....°)~° ...you will see the pattern... But for now- ~ ~ enjoy 😄 --------------------------------------- Cartoonz and Delirious left, leaving just me and Bryce. "So, Bryce about earlier..." I ask directly after our stream. "Earlier?" Bryce asks puzzled. "You know... the sexual innuendos?" "Oh, that! Yeah, that was pretty funny!" "Yeah, it was! But, seriously does it bother you?" I hold my breath in suspense wanting to hear his answer. I really want to know if Bryce is bothered by it. I want to flirt with him, not make him hate me. And honestly? I'll hate myself if I drive him away. "What? Oh no! I'm fine with it!" Bryce exclaims naturally with his trademark giggle. What? Really? "Really?" I ask confused. "Yeah! I mean sometimes it goes a bit overboard, but our viewers seem to love it, so why not? Besides, it's all in good fun! I know it's just us joking around!" Bryce says. Oh, Bryce if only you knew... "Oh, Brycie! How could you say that? You really know how to break a man's heart!" I say half jokingly, half truthfully. Bryce laughs, taking my overenthusiasm as an honest attempt at humor. "I don't know man! I'm just a natural-born heartbreaker! It's not my fault if you fall for me!" Bryce jokes. "Well, it's not my fault either. You're just too damn sexy! Do you expect me to just turn my eye's away?~" I say with a laugh. "Yes! Yes, I do!" Bryce says and then giggles again. "Okay! Man! This fake flirting is freaking hilarious!" "How do you know it's fake?" I ask with a flirtatious tone. "Oh please, Ohm! We both know you'd never actually try to hit on me. Besides, I'm straight." Bryce laughs. "Oh? You never know. One day I just might get that bootie Brycie~" I say in a teasing manner. Though, I'm actually quite serious. "Okay... I think I'm going to end the flirting here!" Bryce laughs. I want to continue, but I can tell Bryce is getting a bit uncomfortable, so I decide to wrap up the banter. "Too much of my sexiness for you to handle, huh? Alright, Bryce. I'll save it for another night~" "Oh my God, Ohm. Stop!" Bryce yells halfheartedly. We laugh for a bit, when Bryce decides to start up a new conversation. "Hey Ohm?" Bryce asks. "Yeah Brycie?" I respond. I can practically hear Bryce rolling his eyes at the nickname. "You're my best friend you know that? I don't think I could picture my life without you being a part of it. " He says with sincerity. My heart stops at that moment. As this moment, I feel truly conflicted. On one hand, I know Bryce honestly appreciates me in his life. On the other hand, I think I just became even more friend-zoned. But, instead of a joke, I answer honestly. "Yeah... I know. I feel the same way." I reply. And I absolutely mean it. Just not in the way he thinks. "Also, if it makes you happy to fake flirt with me, then I don't mind. Plus, I get to hear nice things from your channel sometimes! It's nice, you know?" Bryce states. Oh right! Those fucking hate comments! "I just don't get it? How could someone say that your laughter is annoying or that you've got a fake personality?! You're one of the most sincere people I know!" Sadly, that's the majority. Which is messed up, because Bryce is such an angel! An adorable, sexy, naive, intelligent angel! He has the most beautiful blue eyes, a perfect Colgate smile and the most melodic voice I have ever heard. His laughter is... fuck! His laughter is enough to get my blood pumping. In more ways than one... Okay! Not the time! "I don't know. People are just haters. But, sometimes it's hard to ignore, you know?" Bryce replies seeming less vibrant than usual. Fuck! Bryce is really letting this get to him. I gotta' say something... "Yeah. But, you can't pay attention to them. They're just jealous because you're kind, perfect, and intelligent. You're amazing! They wish they could be half as beautiful as you!" I freeze as I realize what I just said. Shit! That came out a bit strong. I hope Bryce doesn't get freaked out. ".... Wow, Ohm. That's the nicest thing I've ever heard anyone tell me..." He says quietly. Wait... Isn't Bryce weirded out? "Well, it's the truth. So, don't pay any mind to them." I restate in an equally quiet voice. There's an awkward silence on the other side of the line. Shit! I think I might have fucked up! "Bryce, I-" "I'm pretty tired. I think I'm gonna go to bed a bit early. I'll talk to you in the next group stream." "Bryce-" "Bye Ohm!" Bryce says quickly and then gets offline. I sit motionlessly at my computer screen staring blankly at my monitor, as I try to come to terms with what just happened. "Fuck!" I yell and slam my head on my desk with a hard thud. Sometimes, I really hate myself...

I love how every time I open Pinterest it’s like getting punched in the face. It’s like they do it on purpose just to hurt me.