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𝘒𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘢

Age: 14 (In current series)

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/ Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Name: Katalina Elena Martin Mendez

Language: Spanish, English (she can read other languages though like Arabic)

She is the teenager in the story of ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ.

She is 14 years old, she also has a switchblade (like Ellie) but she has other things like a photo of her family (or what they left her) and a locket that her P̶̗̦̏́̆̀̾̀r̸̩̳̎̓̒̊̔̇̐̚͠o̶̻̯̙̞͋̀́͋͌̽̔͛͝ť̴̘̘͍̳̬̙̣͇̋̿̑̃͠ḙ̶̺̋̾̉͝c̶̡̧̛̗̪̦͍̫̻̈́͛̒͗̚ẗ̶͓͋̄͜e̷͙͆̒͘̕r̷̨͕͙͎̈́̆͊̽̋̈́͛̐̚ gave to her.

She was taken in when she was bitten by Harrows crew and was locked up in a room for 3 weeks to see whether she would turn.

🄿🄻🄰🅈🄻🄸🅂🅃:

𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐤𝐢: 🌙

"𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪?

𝙎𝙤, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙚, 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙄 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙤

𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪"

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐤𝐢: ⭐️

"𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧

𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙬𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜

'𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙧"

𝐋𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨: 🎀

"𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧

𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭, 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭?"

𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐆: 🥾

"𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝....

𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡

𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞"

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐛𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐧: 🤍

"𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝

𝐖𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝....

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭."

𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐲 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨: 🦢

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐲

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞...

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰"

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐚 𝐛𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬: 🦋

"𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐚, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨

𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬"

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭: 🏹

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞....

𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲"

𝐀𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭'𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫: 🔥

"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐈'𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞...

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡"

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐜𝐲: 🌘

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐬 '𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞

𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐝, 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠"

𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐤: 🪓

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮...

𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭

𝐈'𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮"

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐛𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐬: 🪽

"𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝

𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝

𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐚𝐦"

𝐕𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳:

" 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧' 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬,

𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐊𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧' 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲,

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝,

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬"

Her aesthetic:

Hobbies/facts:

- likes to collect things like small souvenirs and photos she thinks look nice.

- Find a notebook later and write down anything she learns or thinks is interesting to her

- Sometimes she says random facts she finds out or learned about just to see what the guys reaction are to each of them.

- She likes little bugs and insects and sometimes names them if she can. It's mostly in her head that she names them.

-She also hasn't learned how to swim, that, that might be important later.

- She is actually pretty strong and has muscle growing. It's just underneath all her clothes as of now.

- If she gets bored, she'll start to braid her hair to keep her entertained until she is called or something else gets her attention.

Drawing on her:

The one with a name on the corner was a commission I asked from someone on Instagram. She did an incredible job with what I was able to imagine for her in general.

It's the best piece of work I have ever laid my eyes one, ever.

The other one is my take on Katalina just differently and definitely something I actually really like and took way too much time to actually do.

(Credit to KQEEWI on Instagram who did this commission for me. Please send her some love over there because her artwork is a masterpiece already!!)

Come some one help me

I have a friend which I am now dating :3 but before we were the best friends always talking and always playing but now we just do t talk as much and if we do it over text can someone help

"That's the real sickness here, your righteousness and hypocrisy. It's the simple fact that you can't live by the rules you set, yet you still pretend. This is your world. You bulit this. If it's too strict, tear it the fuck down. But don't look at me. Don't take your hate out on me, I just got here. And I have no clue where to go, because from the moment I arrived, all I was ever given were orders. 'Smile. Open up. Cross your legs. Speak softer. Scream louder. Be quiet. Be confident. Be an angel. Be a whore. Be a princess. Be anything you want to be'...."

~Assassination nation, 2018.

I made a list. It's incomplete. Working title:

The pre-apocalyptic "omg moooom" phase:

- ww3 memes

- organising climate crisis protests at 14

- Not knowing the "before". Before the housing crisis. Before 9/11. Before Reagan laws. Before debt.

- no going out. No dates in cute restaurants. Do I look freaking rich.

- Amazon or Nestle owning everything you have ever had

- America just.... I'll just say America.

- Being 5th grade when Trump came into office

- No being able to turn off the ads. The manipulation. Ever. The deep psychology approach to making me despise myself since I learnt to decode information

- constant exposure to violence and suffering numbing us until we're called ignorant and heartless for not reacting

- social media algorithms specifically designed to crush and turn me into an addict. Since before I got my period.

- no more girlhood. You know how to pull an eyeliner and perfectly curl your hair in 7th grade or you die.

- no public spaces. There's Sephora, there are some chain restaurant. And if you feel like feeling a drop of relief you buy a Starbucks.

- Cyber. Bullying. Being on your own. Your parents have no goddamm clue.

Where's My Fucking Teenage Dream but it's real. Where's my fluffy 90s hair, my glitter hair combs, my shopping-as-a-hobby, my milkshakes, my prom? Where's my "my favourite colour is yellow?" Yellow like Butter Flowers, not like toxic waste. Can we talk about growing up in the years before a global system snaps? I was 7 when I read a picture book about Anne Frank. Who knew the early knowledge of how to spell 'death' would be so handy.

Something I learned today:

The death of joy and whimsy and all things related to happiness is adulthood.

I'm growing up too fast and my (seasonal) depression isn't helping my odds at being hopeful.

If you're a younger teenager, make sure to hold onto this years with an iron grip and squeeze out every bit of joy from it as you can.

You're gonna need it.

Do the thing, eat the food, ask for help, live the experience and never say no to something that sounds cool (unless it's actually dangerous/goes against your beliefs).

Don't shoot yourself in the foot.

Live your life and be as happy as you can, every little piece of joy counts.

I got bored so I wrote this poem

Fear

A feeling some run from

But some chase

The fear of pain

It aches in waves across the skin

Though constant deep in the cracks of bones

Pain felt from now where

Or pain felt from me

Though you are never scared of me

You close your eyes

Swallowed by the black abyss

Just feeling

I will break you

Your delicate skin

And fragile bones

Though they will never see the sun

Because you are stuck in a box

And I am the lock and the key

ive been getting better can i get worse again

It hurts it constantly hurts when you are treated like shit constantly false accused even tho  its fake it hurts. Its not the people I'm afraid of its the thought of what they think about me is something I am afraid about

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is it too late to ask for good things in life

Aren’t we too young to live up to expectations of the society We are just some teens who are lost and are in desperate need of support Is it too much to ask to stay, or believe in us Is only written part or what society wants is accepted What about the hidden talents which are yet to discover What about the value of Life of us Aren’t we too young to face this criticism

Samiha Narnaware

Like just leave me alone

The worst part about being gay is knowing I'll likely never get a teenage love story

Duck teens, woo-oo!

Low self esteem

Loss of childhood dreams

They’re duck teens, woo-oo!

Crushes, dances,

Final exams it’s

Duck teens, woo-oo!

A-applications

Time for college

Gotta go use

Applied knowledge

But not quite yet

They’re still hormonal

Duck teens, woo-oo!

Arguments with guardians

They’re duck teens, woo-oo!

Been all around the world

And they’re just 18, woo-oo!

Angst and acne,

Feeling alone

But that’s normal

It’s just hormones

Cause they’re duck teens, woo-oo!

I’m so sorry.

Ducktales Dewey Duck and Louie Duck

Ducks teenagers.

Valentine's Day Special!

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--Lovey Dovey Special!--

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|Lee - Clyde -- Ler - Tolkien|

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Ships Included - Tyde (Tolkien x Clyde)

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AU - Teenagers, Aged Up

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"Clyde... dearest, what's the matter?" Tolkien sighed, putting his hands on his lovers shoulders.

Clyde was pouting on the couch. They were in their hotel room Tolkien was paying for. They needed a week off from everybody, so they went to one of his dad's friends' hotel. Very expensive, but they got food and other things free.

"Hmph." Clyde pouted with a huff.

"Love, what's wrong? Why won't you talk to me?"

"No!" Clyde sat on the couch, shaking Tolkien's hands off

Tolkien stood behind the couch for a minute before putting his hand on his hips. "Are you mad that I didn't get you a teddy bear?"

"..."

"...Clyde."

"Ugh! Yes."

"Wha-- Clyde!"

"No! I got nothin'! No cuddles, kisses? Didn't even get a teddy bear..." Cylde opened his eyes, jumping slightly when Tolkien was in front of him

"Babe... I got you roses, chocolate, the cute little cards that you always adore--" Tolkien smiled, squeezing his boyfriends cheeks

Clyde giggled a little, pushing his hands away. "Nope! Not enough." He crossed his arms again.

"Oh, I'll show you what's enough!" Tolkien picked Clyde up, holding him bridal style, looking at him lovingly as he laughed

"Hehey! Put me down, ya jerk!"

"So I'm a jerk now, huh?!" Tolkien scribbled his fingers up and down Clyde's belly

"EEP-! Aaaaaahahahaha! Dohon't-- hohohohoney!!" Clyde squealed, kicking his legs, trying to shove the taller ones face away

"You think imma stop? I don't think so!" Tolkien was a little stronger, so he gave Clyde kisses on his cheek

"You l-lohove mohohohohonster! Staaahahahahap!!"

"I'm giving you what you wanted, silly! Can't have my dear going unloved!~" Tolkien teased, squeezing Clyde's hips

Clyde let out a shriek. "NAHA-! Bahahahabe! NoooHOOOHOHO!! *hic*"

Tolkien laughed in somewhat disbelief. "No way you still hiccup... that's adorable."

"SHUHUHUHUHUT!"

Tolkien wrapped his arm around Clyde's waist, holding him up as he gently ran a finger up and down Clyde's (socked) foot

"WAHAHAHAHAIT--! *hic* NO-- NOHOHO!!" Clyde shook his head frantically

"Awh... are you too far away to do anything?~" Tolkien teased/taunted, grinning a bit

"YOU-- YOHOHOUOHOU KNOW I CAHAHAHAN'T!!!" Clyde squealed when the back of his knees were targeted

"Always were one to have sensitive legs, huh?~"

Clyde just laughed up a storm, having no answer to that.

"Oh, and my final touch to this love session~" Tolkien stopped, taking a deep breath, then blowing a raspberry on Clyde's belly

He. Fuckin'. Screamed. "NAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! *hic* NOHOT-- *hic* NOHOHOHOHOT THAAAHAHAHAHAT!! *hic, snort* PLEEEEHEHEHEHEASE!!!" Clyde begged, squirming, kicking, you name it.

Tolkien chuckled and stopped, now just holding Clyde close

"Does that satisfy your attention meter?" Tolkien asked, nuzzling Clyde's cheek

Clyde chuckled with a few pants. "Ye-... yeheah..."

"Wanna go buy that teddy bear?"

"Mhm..."

Tolkien chuckled, "Alright."

--

Tolkien thanked the cashier, walking out of the market with Clyde, getting out the teddy bear, giving it to Clyde

Clyde's eyes sparkled and took it with a wide smile and a giggle, hugging it closely

"Happy, amor?"

"Hehe! Yes!"

Tolkien smiled, walked over, tilted Clyde's chin up, and then gave him a soft little kiss

"Happy Valentine's Day.."

Clyde chuckled. "Happy Valetine's Day, jerk..."

❤️End💜

☆Another special! Woo-woo!! I know most of my specials have been South Park/SP lately... I will do other specials besides South Park... I just need an idea to hit. For now, take this, Sunflowers!<3★

Gems of Eternity: Wrath of Vocturnus | Chapter 2: Awakening of the Tiger

In the chaotic ruins of a large city, burning buildings had collapsed, corpses were splayed all over the scene, and the people who weren’t dead were either running around trying to escape with their lives, or had already accepted their fate. A black figure stood atop one of the only buildings that hadn't collapsed. He had multiple hands sprouting out of his back like a spider, and a devilish...

Check it out guys, third chapter of my original series was just posted!

Yoo! I finally wrote the first two chapters of my original series, and more is on the way! Give it a read and, you know, if it interests you, you should probably stay updated on it.

What are y'all doing.. Wow

Came to the party but it's already in cleanup

This is really just a "testing the waters" post and my jump into joining Tumblr but man....

I wish I had been more honest with myself and just got on here years ago, because I know this is a place I would've liked and I found myself frequently enjoying Tumblr posts, memes, stories, and art over the years. But I didn't because I kept lying to myself that I should try to avoid it because of the NSFW (before the purge at least), or that I wanted to "use less social media and enjoy my teenage years", and a plethora of other dumb reasons. But I've realized that these were just more excuses I kept holding myself to honor, amongst the various of other dumb things I never truly admitted to wanting to do.

I've wanted to skateboard ever since I almost ate shit on my friend's board when I was 11, or how I loved gardening in middle school but had to do softball instead every spring, or how I tried to avoid getting into Vocaloid because my mom thought it was corny and that only basement dweller loner middle aged men cared about a singing robot, and how I've wanted to learn baking and sewing and countless instruments, all of my denied feelings and more.

I'm joining here as a start to me doing what I want to do, but as I get closer to my 18th birthday and becoming an "adult", despite the plan to live with my parents until I finish college, I've realized (and my therapist) that I've held back from so many potential joys, for the sake of my academic career, softball, and partially the isolating feelings of most kids not liking what I did. I'm happy to enjoy the things I do, but there's a strong sense of lament I feel at missing out on the things I held back from, along with the things that were before my time or lost popularity by the time I learned to appreciate it.

TLDR: I'm regretting not just doing the things I wanted to do in the past, and now I can't help but slightly regret things when I enjoy them.

That's so good!

I love butter.

-S

Rub a dub dub mark Zuckerberg in a tub.

-Liam

Why have a flashlight when you have a bag of bagels.

L

I'm a whore for tea.

Talks about Doug Ford

He is beef.

Isaac: he is beef, strike the beef man!

Teachers unite and then we need to add some other kind of violent act, teachers unite shatter his toes!

The correct way to organize your locker.

It's looking funky fresh

I join the sacrifice

Amen.

My drunk ass: HAPPY HEN YAR Y'ALL. HAAAHAHAH IM DRUNK

Some recent finds in the available networks section. I feel very safe knowing Mr E Kitty is near me at all times.