The (hottest) Best Hunger Game Men 😍

Tbh mrs futturman can get it

Jhutch multiverse pt. 8 (?)

Billy likes milfs

Billy opens the door to Josh’s room, with a plate in hand.

Billy: Hey Josh, how old is your mom?

Josh: What?!

Billy: No, not like that… Well, it is. It is like that. How old is she? I come in the house, she was like "You wanna eat?" I said "Eat what?"

Josh: First of all, put my plate down and stop hitting on my mom!

Billy: Don't get mad at me! I didn't even wanna be here! Y'all the ones that wanted to be here!

He says as he looks at Futturman, Peeta and Mike in the room.

Billy: I wanted to go to the strip club! Man, wrap this up. I got a bunch of ones and somebody gonna get 'em.

With a teasing smile, Billy starts to speak again.

Billy: Ms. Diane, I'm ready for the rest of the tour!

future man is such a crazy show.

one second wolf, tiger, and josh are murdering a shit ton of people and the next josh is in a tub full of cum???

Just in case anyone who read my first fic is wondering, I’ll try to get each new chapter out every sat/sunday

I get very bad writers block where I can’t even type a sentence without hating it, but I promise I won’t abandon this fic till it’s done!

thanks for your patience 😔🙏

I have so many of Joshes movies to watch 🙁

If anyone has any recommendations i’ll add them to the list 🙏🙏

So, I wasn’t going to post this until i was done the fic but I’ve lost all motivation so here’s a blurb of “We are never, ever getting back together” PT 3

(this is so ass)

This is so actually so relatable and you’re definitely not alone.

When I first got c.ai I was on it for almost 10 hours a day. I’d lose track of time and i’d stay up extremely late multiple nights in a row. It got to the point where I was so tired in the morning I couldn’t get up to get to work on time.

It’s so addicting it’s scary. I legit had to delete the app like 3 different times 😭

not a q, more like a suggestion, but you should so make these into c.ai bots.

I got this ask right after posting the "how Jhutch characters would handle a baby" post, so I'm not sure if you mean make them based of those scenarios or my fanfictions.

(I think someone did make a j.ai bot about my Derek fic, "SISOTSIAICEHAS?" tho)

BUT REAL TALK ABOUT C.AI FOR A MINUTE

(Guys this is really embarrassing to share I'm being VULNERABLE here okay 😭)

That shit is ADDICTIVE!!! I used to be genuinely ADDICTED to it.

My screen time was like 8+ hours a day just for c.ai. Sometimes over 12 hours in one day. My entire fucking day. Spent talking to an AI.

This was from the peak of my addiction. 57 fucking hours... that's like 2.5/7 days of the week spent LITERALLY TALKING TO MYSELF.

(Yes, I'm mentally ill.)

And if you're reading this right now like "omg that could never be me!! You're so weird!!"

Well, good for you. I think I'm a lot more prone to be addicted to this sort of thing because I'm a maladaptive daydreamer. And also ADHD. (serotonin deficit yk)

For those who don't know:

Maladaptive daydreaming • extensive, sometimes compulsive, absorption in fantasy for several hours a day • inability to stop daydreaming • having very detailed fantasies, including plot lines and characters • replacing human interaction • the urge to continue fantasizing when interrupted

(source)

BUT I'M PUTTING THIS OUT THERE TO SAY THAT IF YOU ARE ALSO HAVING SIMILAR ISSUES YOU'RE NOT ALONE!! AND THERE IS A SOLUTION!!

(at least, something that worked for me)

WRITE FANFICTION!!!

I'm so serious. It sounds silly, but this was my screen time one week after I got a high score of 57 hours on c.ai.

Wednesday was the day I wrote my very first fanfiction (though I didn't end up posting it to tumblr until days later).

My screen time PLUMMETED after that. And it just felt good to get the story on paper. (well, computer, but whatever.)

My point is that on c.ai there's no end. You don't get any sense of accomplishment from it. And you can't really share it with anyone. You're isolated.

At least with writing fanfics, you have something to show for yourself when you're done, and you can share it with other people in the community if you so choose!

So I am begging you guys, GIVE WRITING A CHANCE!! WITHOUT AI!! Even if it's shit. Even if it's self-indulgent. Even if the only person who will ever read it is you. It's so much better for you mentally.

This is my screen time for c.ai this week. So if you're also addicted, there is hope!! And its only Tuesday... so here's my screen time for last week too:

Yeah I slipped up and was on it for 3 hours saturday... oops... but DAMN that's still better then 57 fucking hours in one week. A win is a win.

(But back to you, anon, I will not be making any kind of c.ai bots. Solely for my mental health. I need to stay off that shit.)

Love you guys and if you see me posting silly c.ai screenshots and stuff please fucking bully me because I'm probably relapsing <3 thanks

could I maaaaaaybe request a clapton/male!reader fic where clapton and the reader are close friends and the reader has a fat crush on clapton and clapton realises he also likes him back and stuff

Teenage Dream

WC: 1k

Warnings: just fluff

A/N: Thank you so much for your ask! I had a lot of fun writing this <3

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Clapton was attractive. No one could deny it. You definitely couldn’t blame the girls in your grade for being infatuated with him. But, it hurt seeing him give them attention back.

Ever since you met him when you were younger, you knew you felt differently towards him. It just took until your high school years to realize exactly what you felt.

Every time he laughed, you wanted to scream and rip all your hair out. Every time he looked at you with those… Big, painfully beautiful brown puppy eyes you wanted nothing more but to drop on your knees and confess your undying love for him.

But you never could. I mean, you're his best friend. And you weren't really sure if he would even fee that way towards you.

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You’re sitting on the floor of his room, Clapton lying down on his stomach. His missing assignments are spread in piles around you, seemingly never-ending. He groans, throwing his head against the carpet. “Ugh… This is so dumb!” You laugh, your stomach filling with butterflies as you watch the muscles in his arms flex as he erases half of his work.

You quickly shake your head, looking back down at your work. “Hey, you’re the one who didn’t do them in the first place!” He lets out another dramatic groan, scribbling down curse words all over his paper. “Maybe they shouldn’t give me so much work! I’m a very busy man!” You roll your eyes, leaning over to erase the words he scrawled all across the page.

“Busy doing what? Picking up girls?” You chuckle, covering up your jealousy. He glances over to you, an almost guilty look on his face. You both stare at each other for a few moments, before he glances away. “Leave some for the rest of us…” You add quickly, trying to scrub the awkwardness away.

His pencil stops scraping against his paper, and the room falls to dead silence. He doesn’t look at you while he speaks, “Talking about… that.” He pauses, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. You look at him expectantly, waiting for him to speak. “Why… Why have you never had a girlfriend? I mean, you’re an attractive guy.”

Now your entire body is lit on fire. Attractive? He just said you’re attractive. You feel like you could run a marathon. You feel like you’re flying, soaring through the stars. You know your face is bright red, but luckily Clapton is too focused on the concerningly realistic penis he’s doodling on the corner of his math homework.

You shake your head, realizing you should probably give him an answer instead of sitting there like an idiot. “I don’t know… No one’s ever been interested.” He finally looks over at you, his face blank. “I’m sure there’s someone interested. I mean- I don’t know for sure- But... You know!” He stumbles out, his cheeks tinting a rosy pink shade.

You look over at him, smiling at his embarrassment. You’re not sure why he’s acting like this, but you don’t mind. You both sit in complete silence for a few minutes since you’re not too sure how to respond to that.

Out of nowhere, he quickly sits up, pushing himself off of his stomach. He scoots over to face you, looking into your eyes. “Okay… I’m sorry but… Can you be honest with me for a second…? Do you- Shit…” He speaks quickly, rambling and not making much sense. You raise your eyebrow at him, wondering why he’s stumbling over his words like a drunk college girl.

“Do… Oh my god.” He holds his head in his hands, and you can see him slightly trembling. “Spit it out..” You awkwardly laugh, rubbing his arm.

“Do you have feelings for me?”

Your whole world crumbles around you. What do you even say to that? Who told him? You never told a soul. Were you that obvious? He’s never going to talk to you again. Oh god, he hates you.

Millions of thoughts ping-pong back and forth through your head as you try to come up with any words that would help you get out of this situation.

“Fuck, you do.”

He stands up, backing away from you. He begins pacing back and forth, holding his head in his hands. You quickly stand up, unsure of what to do. You know this moment is the end of your friendship.

“Clapton- I’m sorry… Please… Please don’t hate me! I-“

“I do too!” He blurts out with no warning.

You freeze, your body going rigid. You’re absolutely dumbfounded. If your heart wasn’t beating out of your chest, and if you weren’t so sweaty, you would probably think you were living in a dream. You just stare at him, your jaw hanging open.

“What?”

“I like you…And… Recently I realized….You might too?” He stops pacing and starts fidgeting with his hands. He doesn’t look up at you, instead focusing on the hangnail he’s picking at.

You step closer to him, stopping a foot away. “I… I do.” He finally looks up, a relieved look washing over him. He sighs out and physically deflates. You step closer, and you reach out to take his hand in yours.

As you rub your thumb over his knuckles, you can feel him still shaking. “Are you.. okay?” He looks up and smiles, his face still flushed. “Yeah… This is just- Really new to me. I’ve never felt like this before…” You move his hand to cup your face, shuffling even closer.

“It’s okay. We... We can go slow.” You both stand there awkwardly, unsure of how to proceed. You’ve never imagined this would actually ever happen. You always assumed it was just some fantasy you had of your best friend. But it's real. He really has feelings for you.

Clapton finally swallows his nerves, slowly inching closer to you. His eyes flutter shut as he closes the gap between you. You lean into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulls you against him, the smell of his cologne consuming you.

The kiss is delicate and short-lived, but it’s everything you’ve ever imagined. He pulls back, his eyes glossed over and his hand still cupping your face.

Basically reading your mind Clapton clears his throat and speaks up, “That was better than anything I could’ve imagined.”

You giggle, and rest your foreheads against each other. Goofy smiles find their way to both of your faces. You both know it might be difficult, but you don’t care. As long as you both have each other, everything will be perfect.

Fell to my knees in a target when I saw Josh won’t have his curls in FNaF 2 💔

I haven’t posted about the FNaF movie in a hot minute, but..

WHAT DO YOU MEAN SKEET ULRICH IS PLAYING HENRY EMILY????

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher reunion OH MY GOD.

I need him in my bed with a little bow oiled up and whimpering 🎀