#bless your soul you gorgeous human being

[windybreeze12]

currently (and always) thinking about the beautiful person from almost exactly 2 years ago who had 3 minutes for their English presentation and chose to read !!!Letters To Him!!! for their class. I think about this on a daily basis and if they are reading this, i adore you and i hope your stars are ALWAYS aligned <333

#yall the tears i teared that day #i was just downright crying with happiness #flattery is not strong enough of a word for what i felt #bless your soul you gorgeous human being #i hope your life is as fulfilling and awesome as you are #it was meant to be a silly fluff fic and *this* happened #thank you for making a silly lil writer like me eternally happy <3

[delusionalwh6re]

neteyam sully headcanons

summary: how i think neteyam would be in a relationship

warnings: 🔞 this contains sfw AND nsfw content, you’re responsible for what you consume on the internet.

he’s aged up too before some of yall even start.

im sorry but these have to be literal facts…

- protective

THIS MAN IS SO PROTECTIVE OVER YOU

especially if you’re a human, be ready for him to just randomly pick you up or hold onto you like you’re a child

even when you’re na’vi and can easily stand up for yourself he doesn’t give a singular fuck

he will not hesitate to grab onto your waist and guide you where ever you need to go

“neteyam im fine”

“oh yes you are” he smirked at you

you couldn’t help but laugh at your man “will you please let me go? im literally just going to get water..”

“i know but i can’t let anything to my cute little sugar plum” he replied playfully

you pursed your lips and stared at him

“never say that shit again”

when he’s “jealous”

- he has that stern tone WHEWWW 🫦

- like if he tells u to do something he expects you to do it…

- and if you’re the “boy you not my daddy” typa girl, oh trust and believe all of that will change

“i don’t want you talking to him”

“we’re just friends neteyam”

“i don’t care, he’s obviously trying to court you”

“and who are you to tell me who i can’t be friends with? you’re not in control over me” you rolled your eyes

“not how it was last night” he crossed his arms

were you silent or silenced? 😕

-honestly i don’t think he’s the super jealous type

-like he’s not finna go bat shit crazy when he knows he has yo ass locked down yk?

-he’s definitely not afraid to put a mf in their place when they get outta line tho

his confidence 😍😍

- like i said, he knows he has you locked down

-even before you guys were together he was still confident in himself which is a reason why he got you in the first place

- he’s not the cocky type but he’s the “my girl ain’t leaving me for any of yall bums” type 😭

- he’s never afraid to show you off either

- when i tell you EVERYONE knows, they know..

- so him being confident in himself + your relationship = future marriage

his humor

- im so tired of some of yall trying to make it seem like neteyam is so innocent or has no sense of humor

- unfortunately we didn’t get to see much of him (james check ur walls tonight)

- but i just know this mf was funny and so out of pocket

- it’s always them quiet ones im tellin u 😭

- the two of you would have such a funny and just a fun relationship in general

- especially if both of you have a sense of humor which real bad bitches have

- i just feel like neteyam wouldn’t be with someone “boring” or “dry” you feel me?

- so the two of you have quite the time together

- the things you guys say to each other are so unhinged like…

you watched as neteyam fished

the way his muscles flexed and back tensed up whenever he prepared to catch his pray

you have never been so down bad for a man and you prayed to eywa that she never took him away (well…)

eywa had really blessed you with the most gorgeous man on pandora

‘i just wanna eat him’ you thought

“what are you staring at sevin?” he caught you staring

“have you ever had it sucked from the back?”

“THATS POSSIBLE?”

and

you and neteyam were playing around in the lab

you guys were minding your business until the two of you found this thing called a ‘face mask’

it was a slimy, cold and thick consistency

so the two of you decided to play with it after asking norm for permission

it was a mess at first but the two of you got it eventually…

the two of you had the black goop all over your face and of course the two of you couldn’t take it seriously

“you look like a really old pile of shit” neteyam laughed at your zoned out face

“shut up, you look like a sky person’s soul”

the two of you laughed at each other which made the mask crease but didn’t even care

he smirked and licked his lips “you should put some on your ass”

you smirked back “you should put some on your balls”

“only if you put it on for me” he rubbed your thighs with a goofy smile

“EWWWWWW” you giggled at him

his bond with kids 🥹

- now me personally i don’t fw kids like that it really depends but if neteyam wants to make our own clan im spreading my legs IMMEDIATELY

- you find the way he is with kids so adorable

- it honestly came natural to him since he was basically a third parent to all his siblings

- you would catch him playing with the kids in the village and felt your heart physically warm at the sight

- it lead to you having thoughts

- like how he would be with your own children?

- and when that finally does happen. oh eywa.

- he’s the best father ever

- no matter if you have a daughter or son first he’s so insistent on getting rid of the eldest sibling curse

- he refuses for your children to follow in his unwanted footsteps

- he loves his family and wouldn’t trade them for the world but he definitely wish he had more of a childhood

- this causes the bond with his children to be stronger than ever

- he’s so understanding

- your kids are never afraid to come to him about anything and he always gives them advice

- even when there’s subjects he’s a little uncomfortable with he never pushes his kids away

i want him to be my baby daddy.

when there’s an argument

- every relationship has ups and downs

- yours and neteyam’s had no exceptions

- you usually talk your disagreements out since it’s the mature thing to do but when there’s an argument…

- this actually doesn’t happen too often but when it does the both of you just let out that built up frustration

- it sounds toxic but the two of you actually find it healthy to bump heads every now and then

- the arguments never get physical

- which helps because at the end of the day when the both of you calm down and sit down to get your shit together, it’s so worth it

you made your way back to you and neteyam’s hut after the big fight you two got in this morning

to be honest you were dreading it

you knew you had to face neteyam eventually and running wasn’t the smarted option, you knew he would track you down if he needed to

you audibly sighed before opening the flap

he was sitting in front of the fire and turned his head at the scent of you

“hey” he mumbled while picking on his loincloth

“hi” you gave him an awkward smile

there was a silence growing

“im sorry” you both blurted out at the same time

the two of you softly laughed at that

“come here” he stood up and reached his arms out

you practically ran to your man to hug him tightly before the two of you settled down for the night and never letting each other go

warning 🔞: NSFW content starting below!!

this man’s mouth is FILTHY.

- yall think he’s so innocent huh?

- yeah no thanks im not buying that shit

- when he has you pinned down underneath him all that goes out the door!!

- he’ll literally be pounding yo shit while you grip onto him for dear life and this mf doesn’t make it any better

“pussy so good” he grunted in your ear

honestly you didn’t even hear him, it felt so good that you literally lost your common sense

“mhm neteyam” was the only thing you could moan out

“fuck” he let out a long moan as his thrusts started to get sloppier which meant he was close

your eyes rolled to back of your head and your jaw dropped as he picked up his pace

- all you could hear was

“i could stay inside of you forever”

“cum on this dick”

“you can take it”

“we’re not stopping i hope you know that”

“wake up for me baby so you can see me cum all inside you”

“i want you bent over after this im not done”

“you’re so pretty fucked out it’s almost funny”

UM HELLO???

there’s dirtier things than that but you guys can use your imagination.. 😏

- even outside of the bedroom this man has ZERO shame

- like if some goofy ass nigga was trying to holla at you neteyam is NOT with it

- this fool will be all up in neteyam’s face talkin about some “just wait until i have y/n, she’s gonna be all mine mwahahaha”

- all neteyam had to do was hit him with the

“well when you do let me know how my dick tastes on both of her lips”

- safe to say that wannabe kept his distance…

he’s a certified pussy devouring god.

- he don’t care whenever or wherever it is

- if he wants to eat he’s gonna EAT.

- he’ll put you on the ground, rock, sand, table, chair, ceiling, bed, mat, against the door, air, upside down, on the side, bent over, in a handstand, in a split, etc

- he does NAWT care. like at all.

- he loves eating that wap

- he loves the taste and scent of you

- like it’s an actual addiction

- he loves giving and receiving

- definitely giving more tho

- the way you squirm around, grip his hair and let out those sexy moans you do every time he hits that spot

-there’s literally been times when he came untouched to just the sound of you while eating you out…

- he doesn’t give a fuck how many times you cum, if he’s not covered in your juices then he’s not done

if there was a reward for best dick ever neteyam easily got that

- now let’s be honest… are we shocked?

- nope! #bbc

- like everything else in his life that dick game is top tier

- he just KNOWS what to do with it

- you never worry about him not hitting those spots because he does every single time 😫

- he can’t help but laugh at how you act on it too

- the way you let out a breathy moan as he slides into you

- the way you throw your head back when he throws your leg over his shoulder to thrust deeper inside you

- the way you had tears streaming down your face when riding him because he felt so much bigger and deeper in that position

- the way you throw your hand behind you when he’s blowing your back out to get him to slow down only for him to slap your hand away

- yall know that audio that says “dear diary, it’s now day 16 without dick and im starting to lose hearing in my left eye and taste in my right”

- that’s how you feel every time you and neteyam spend sexual time apart

- yeah that dick is powerful.

the aftercare. omfg HIS aftercare.

- after neteyam rearranges all of your insides he immediately tends to you

- he basically teleports to get a wet towel to gently clean you up with

- he’s placing kisses all over your ENTIRE body

- he never shys away with showing you affection in or out of the bedroom and now is one of those times

- he’s nonstop telling you “i love you” “you’re so perfect” “my beautiful girl”

-now you know it’s the bare minimum BUT wait hear me out!

- he makes it feel like HEAVEN

- he massages parts of your body while soothing you in a calm tone

- “you did so good for me” “took me so well mama”

- like boy stop before we go for round 69

- you cry almost every time he lets you know how special you are to him

- he literally thanks you for giving your body to him because you have no obligation to do that and he feels lucky every time you open up for him

your head hit the makeshift pillow underneath you with a soft thud as you let out a moan of exhaustion

“that was so” you stopped mid sentence to gather your breath

you heard neteyam chuckle at you. you turned your head with a soft smile to look at him

“that good huh?” he smirked positioning himself to hold you

“yes” you blushed hiding your head in his chest

he smirked “I can tell, i got you shaking like crazy”

you lifted your head up to glare at him “alright now not too much..”

he laughed at you as always before kissing your head and laying you back down on his chest. the two of you just soaked in each other’s presence. one of the favorite parts of your day.

actually it was your favorite

as you listened to his heart beat, you felt it pick up like he was thinking about something to make his heart race

you traced hearts on his chest “you okay love?”

“yeah” he said after a while

“don’t lie to me” you slid your hand up and down his abs

he stiffened as you did that before speaking up

“i think i just fell more in love with you”

you froze

“no, i know i just fell more in love with you”

you lifted your head up to understand what he was talking about

“i just fell more in love with you too” you smiled

he smiled “you don’t understand how perfect you are. i swear i want this forever. you always make me feel at home, you are my home. you’re the reason my heart keeps beating. i couldn’t have asked eywa for a better woman. honestly i didn’t even have to ask, she just sent you to me. which is how i know we’re meant to be”

a tear fell down your eye as he moved the hair from out of your face

you jumped up to put your entire body over him

he let out a short laugh as he happily opened his arms for you to take you in. the two of you made eye contact

the type of eye contact that can make you fall in love all over again

“i love you” he gave you the most cutest face ever

“i love you more” your pupils dilated

that’s when a hard smack land on your ass

“OH HELL NAH”

“we talked about that”

you rolled your eyes

“roll em again and see what happens” he tightened his grip on your hips

“what are you gonna do?” you teased

“give you something that will really make your eyes roll back”

you giggled and placed kisses all over his face

“seriously though, i love you more”

“y/n stop fucking playing with me”

“what did i do?”

“you know what, i love YOU more”

“no”

“yes”

“NO”

“i can do this all night baby”

- and the two of you went back and forth for a while before you eventually gave up realizing neteyam wasn’t gonna let it go

- you let him think he was right even though you knew the truth

- men smh

- you both went to sleep cuddling and kissing all throughout the night

- you couldn’t have asked for a man better than neteyam sully because there simply wasn’t one.

THATS MY MANNNNNNNNNNN

okay so i thought this was a pretty cute and decent place to stop 🥹

in my next life i will be neteyam’s wife. idc what it takes.

these are some of MY headcanons, you don’t have to agree! but i would like to hear some of yours

should i do lo’ak next? 😜

love, liana

#neteyam x reader #neteyam smut #neteyam #neteyamsmut #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x you #neteyam x metkayina!reader #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #neteyam x human #avatar the way of water #avatar #smut #headcanon #headcanons #neteyam sully #avatar smut #neteyam headcanons #atwow smut #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan

[zorosleftmantit101]

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Clair De Lune ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

Character: Koby x Moon witch reader 

A/N: THIS IS NOT FINISHED THIS IS A SHORT SNIPPET OF THE PIECE I AM CURRENTLY WRITING.

Clair de Lune, meaning moonlight, was a song written and composed by French composer Claude Debussy.

C/W: Fluff, Spelling Mistakes,  

Word count: Wip

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The Moon sat proudly in the sky, bathing the navy boat in a milky glow. Your name was Y/N L/N, and you were a child of the Moon. 

Your mother Clair was a Moon witch who lived among the stars. When you were born, you were blessed with the Kiss of moonlight, given to Moon beings alike. You opted to travel the world below rather than stay and swim among the stars. 

You sat on the railing of the ship, your ethereal white dress draped lazily over your body, your hair flowing, almost as if it was underwater. 

"Wow holy shit" A voice called from behind you. 

You whipped your head to be met with a patrol officer he had curly locks of red hair and freckles gracing his checks 'Sun kisses' you thought serenely to yourself. 

"H-how did you get on the ship, who are you- What are you" words tumbled out of his mouth as a smile graced your face. 

"The moon looks very pretty from here don't you think?" you asked watching the boy look slightly taken aback by your nonchalantness. 

"I- uhh I suppose so" His eyes drifted up to the moon, walking closer to the railing. 

You turned your head to look at the boy, his eyes were focused on the ocean. 

"Your a lot calmer than the other navy men i've met so far" you stated watching his eyes drift from the water to you.

"I suppose this means you do this often" he smiled. 

You felt so utterly warm around this boy his peach cheeks puffing up as he smiled. 

'It's not often you find someone who's blessed by the sun that does not relize they're blessed by the sun, silly boy may the stars guide him back to the daylight' you thought bringing a hand up angelically to twist one of his curls. "Your hair is a very pretty coulor is it natural?" you asked as if you were not a complete stranger invading a navy ship. 

His cheeks were dusted pink "Uhh yes, I get it from my mother, hers is a lot brighter than mine though" he said a gorgeous smile painting his face. 

Smiling too the two of you turned back to watch the moon. 

Such a peaceful moment two souls watching the moon, everything always seems so much more peaceful beneath the eternal glow of the Clair de Lune. 

"Hey Charlie, it's time to switch shifts HOLT SHIT!" A tall lanky officer rounded the corner, black wavey hair curled around his face and a large pointed nose sculpting his features. "INTRUDER, SOMEONE GET SMOKER OR TASHIGI" he hollered hoisting his gun up and pointing it towards you. 

Standing from the ledge you walked off floating just above the railing. Playfully pinching Charlie's cheek you smiled sadly at having to leave. "Until we meet again Mon ami" You drifted off the railing before whisping yourself back to the dimension of stars. 

In reality, you were still floating above the exact same railing you were just standing, just in a different plane of existence that could not be seen by the human eye. 

Think of it like a filter when you moved behind the filter the unblessed eye can not see you even if you have not actually gone anywhere, they can not hear you nor can they touch you but they might be able to feel your presence if they are adept in their skills. 

More guards poured onto the deck racked with sleep. mixes of 

'what's going on out here and 

'why the fuck are we awake.' 

The guard lowered his gun, "where the fuck did she go" he growled. 

You hated the irritability of humans, if only they could just learn to as some might say chill the fuck out~. 

You had no want to stay and watch the events as you left to wander the constellations back to the moon. Your mother.

"Hello darling have a nice night?" she sang her voice echoing in your ears. Your mother sat placing new stars in the sky. 

"I met a sun blessed soul" you whispered floating cross-legged. 

"oooh exciting" she cooed her navy blue dress floating around her body as her platinum-white glowing hair cascaded past her knees. 

"I'm just about done with this new constellation next time you're up here tell me if it looks alright" she quipped placing the last star in the sky. 

"Of course mama, well I'm off now, I might be gone for a while," you said kissing your mum on the cheek.

"okay darling be safe," she chuckled as you walked down the trails of moon trickling back onto the ocean. 

#zorosleftmantit #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece funny #headcanon #one piece x you #captain koby #op koby #koby one piece #koby #koby x reader #op coby #coby one piece #coby x reader

[joycrispy]

leah i trust your judgement, good omens fic recs? 👀👀

Aww, thank you!! I appreciate the vote of confidence. xD

H'OKAY so bear in mind that I am basically brand-new to the fanfic side of this fandom, so, I don't think any of my recommendations are going to be news to anyone who's been here since 2019 or earlier.

That said, these are my favorites so far:

Factory Settings by Anonymous. 107k words, 60 chapters (and written in just two weeks last month, insanely enough).

I've recced this one before and I'll do it again, because it's an absolute blast. Premise is that Crowley DOES end up coming with Aziraphale to Heaven, but turning back into an angel has the unexpected side-effect of...well, restoring his factory settings. Meaning he is exactly the angel he was, with no memory of the last 6000 years. And things begin to unravel from there.

This fic is what finally sold me on Ineffable Bureaucracy, by the way.

Be advised that this IS a Crowley-was-Raphael fic. Since I know people tend to feel strongly about that. And it does apply some of the tropes that Raphael-deniers (and me, despite being a mild Raphael-truther myself) usually dislike. But the whole thing is just so damn impressive that, in this case, I'll allow it. xD

Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach by Nnm. 99k words, 16 chapters.

I'm sure everyone already knows this one, but hey, a lot of my followers seem to be brand-new fans, so maybe I can pass the good word along. The POV character is Aubrey Thyme, Crowley's psychotherapist, as she helps him try to unpack all the trauma of...being Crowley. It's basically one long hyper-intensive character study, and it rules.

Bark Dust by rfsmiley. 8k words, oneshot.

This one is just gorgeous.

It's Aziraphale's POV, set during the Saxon Wars. In battle, Crowley gets run-through with a blessed sword, and the effect is the same as being exposed to Holy Water, but much, much slower. So, you know. Agonizing. And neither he nor Aziraphale can heal it.

...I don't want to spoil anything, but. The way this is resolved actually made me stop and put my face in my hands. It's terrible and beautiful and poignant as fuck.

Highly recommend, with a content warning for gore/descriptions of makeshift surgery.

This Soul Outstreaming by Rend_Herring. 22k, oneshot (essentially a novella).

Okay I won't even front with you. This one is my favorite.

It's Aziraphale's POV, following their relationship across human history, in the style of the show. It's also absurd and wry and heartfelt in the style of the show. And, though it was written in 2019, elements of it predict Season 2 with an eerie degree of accuracy.

The through-line here is specifically the development of their physical intimacy, so, heads-up that this is absolutely Porn-With-Plot. But, in like a

kind of way. Quite literally. You can imagine.

I would also like some recs, if anyone wants to offer them! This is my bedtime reading, lately. xD

#good omens

[clementexix]

Blind Love

Memories could fade away,

except my love for you.

You would never imagine a day your dearest husband would point his wand under your throat, glaring at you as if you were a kind of threat. You knew this day would be coming sooner or later, it was just a matter of time. However, it crushed your soul when observing Tom killed your child, his child. She was more than an innocent live, she was the fruit of your love with the young Dark Lord, the man you had been in love with for years. Were you paying the price from your past mistakes? Yes, you did lie to Tom. On the graduation day, you put him under the Obliviate spell when he was not on guard in order to fulfill your dreams. You just wanted to have a simple life as many other normal people always dreamed of: marrying to the love of their life, having kids and living happily ever after. Nonetheless, what you did not expect was that they turned out to be your worst nightmares. Seeing your significant other turn back into a monster seeking immortality and watching your kid kick the bucket in front of you were too much to handle.

"Kill me Riddle," - Though you were on the brink of despair, you found him no fear, especially after what happened. Your daughter got killed, your husband who was now Lord Voldemort. Was there any reason to keep you existing?

"It will not be that easy yYn, just look at what you have done to me-"

Your heart ached as you saw fierce animosity in his dark brown eyes. Yet, you got softened for him whenever looking into those pupils. It was like memories consecutively flooded back into your head, those youthful days when Tom still remained some humanity. Tom's gorgeous eyes reminded you of the first day you had met him. It was not a pleasant experience, but that was enough for you to have a little crush on this strange boy. His knowledge, his characteristics, his voice, his clothing style. Everything about him distracted you. You soon found yourself slowly falling hard for the young British man. But it was unexpected to know he also felt something special for you. Despite others' warnings, you could not help but become his secret lover. It turned out that he was quite different from those rumors. Tom would take care of you when you got a fever. He would let you take a rest in his Prefect room so you did not have to go back to your dorm late at night. And Tom Riddle would never forget to plant a goodnight kiss on your forehead before keeping you safe in his arms. Though he did not say romantic things frequently, you knew Tom loved you from the bottom of his heart. Or was it just your imagination?

"I'd rather watch you suffer than kill you right now."

Words blurted out through his gritting teeth sent chills down your spine. Tom clenched his jaw while eyeing what your next movement. Would you be on your knees for his mercy and voluntarily join his army? A part of Tom cursed you to rot to death, another part craved for your existence. How greedy he was to want both.

"Have you ever loved me?" - Your head lowered, unable to hold your gaze longer. You had no idea why you always felt this weak when it came to him. How pathetic of you just to want your child's murderer's attention.

"No."

Your used-to-be husband bluntly replied without avoiding your gaze. Every word slowly but painfully pierced into your heart as if there was an invisible dagger stabbing behind. Memories with him completely collapsed without a blink of an eye. You now have nothing to regret but be blessed with death by your own lover's bare hands. So he lied to you too, you pondered. After all this time, you were nothing but a fool for his love, being after a monster for so long. You were destined to a tragic death, or to be exact, your daughter's.

But before Tom could do something, you used the famous Obliviate spell on yourself then unconsciously passed out in his arms.

A leopard couldn't change his spots, so did Tom. He would forever be Tom Marvolo Riddle, the brutal Dark Lord that was feared by all.

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[honey-on-your-tongue]

Head empty. Just this:

Masterlist Jake being such a simp for you that he can't look away. No matter what you do or when or how or why. He just can't. Look. Away.

Waking up before you and realizing you're asleep beside him. Studying your face, the curve of your eyelashes, your lips. Gently pushing your hair off your face. Listening to your breathing. Thanking Eywa that he was crazy enough to decide to go to Pandora in the first place.

Hunting with you. When you're getting ready to shoot your arrow, he'll just study you. He'll watch your face, contorted into focus, ears perked and carefully listening, eyes narrowed and bright. His heart melts, his entire body fluttering with butterflies and joy and he can't believe how lucky he is to have you.

When you're with the others. Laughing with your friends, talking. When you smile, his heart stops, his breath catches in his lungs. When you talk about something passionately, getting all excited, he just wants to listen to you for hours upon hours. He could not care less about everything and everyone around him.

When you ask him about humans, about his life back on earth, when you're interested in the lab and the remnants of the Sky People’s buildings, he hesitates for a split second and wonders if he's dead because you are God Herself to him. It kills him to see you so curious about him and who he was, about how he lived, about his past. And he loves that you don't see him as an outsider, only as part of your life—your mate.

Date nights. Fuck, there's nothing better than date nights. When he gets you all to himself, when he can hold you and kiss you and fuck you and just be with you in every way possible. You two will walk around the forest together, holding hands, playing around with the bioluminescent plants and creatures. He'll be entranced by you. By the way you walk and the way you talk. And when you kiss him...he won't know a thing about himself until his heart stops racing and his head stops spinning because he's that smitten with you.

When you're cuddling, particularly on rainy days, he likes to rest his head on your chest, his ear directly above your heart and he'll listen to it beat for hours. He'll kiss your heart, your wrist and neck where he can feel your pulse, and he can easily fall asleep by listening to the steady thump-thumping of your heart. From time to time, while the sound of your life hums in his ear, he'll glance up at you as you play with his hair, and he'll just look at your lips, at your eyelashes, at your nose, at your eyes—usually, he'll barely blink, only realize he's staring when his eyes start to dry up. And then, he'll kiss your chest and say, “I See you.” Because he does See you, and what a privilege it is.

He adores it when you take baths in the river. As you step out of the water, naked, skin slick, to lie on a rock in order to dry off, he'll just admire you. He'll admire your hips, your stomach, your breasts, your arms, your legs, your neck, your soaked hair—all of you. He's enamored with the way you are, with your body and your soul and your mind. He loves everything about you. He'll usually sneak up on you, hands caressing your bare body, lips kissing your skin, tongue tracing the blue stripes that decorate you. You'll probably end up fucking slowly, carefully, while he repeats how gorgeous and amazing you are, and how lucky and thankful he is to have you.

And then, when you're falling asleep in bed, he'll caress your arms gently, your shoulders, your back, your stomach—any part of you he can reach while he spoons you. And every night, he thanks Eywa that he's blessed enough to fall asleep beside you.

He'll dream of you. Almost always. But, even then, his mind cannot do you justice. So he wakes up and he sees you, he's awed all over again.

And he sometimes awakens, afraid it will all have been a dream, but then he sees you sleeping beside him and he wakes you up with gentle kisses and soft murmurs of, “Thank you. Thank you. I love you,” as he again appreciates how lucky he is to be by your side.

#avatar jake sully #avatar #avatar fanfiction #fanfic #jake sully #jake sully x reader #reader insert #jake sully fluff #avatar smut #jake sully smut

[here4kpopfics]

Hold My Hand | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (gender neutral bc yay)

Genre: Comfort Fluff

Wordcount: 1,063

Warnings: Honestly the only thing is a little touch on weight insecurities and body image issues.

Rating: PG-13

A/N: This is the first thing I’ve written in almost 13 years. Please be gentle with me. This wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for stupid perfect Jungkook doing that damn vlog and basically confirming he is this type of boyfriend. Thank you to the beautiful human that is @gimmethatagustd for reading it and helping me. Ily. and @chryblossomjjk​ for being a genuine supportive sweetheart. 💜

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There are many things to love about Jungkook. Yes, he’s gorgeous beyond belief. The cutest smile, the nose that scrunches up in response to the cutest smile, the biggest eyes full of light and love, and the perfect freckle under his lip that you love to kiss just to annoy him. Physically, he’s a gift from the gods. And you can get lost for hours tracing his right arm colored in tattoos. Everything about him is perfect. Personality wise is the same story. He is so genuine and kind. He works hard for the things and people that he loves. And he loves with his entire soul and would bring the moon down for you if you just asked. 

But your absolute favorite thing about your boyfriend? His love language is physical touch. He has to be touching you at any and every possible moment. Whether it’s just his hand on the small of your back as you stand in line for a concert, holding your hand while shopping, or even when you’re sleeping and he has his hand resting on your hip or wrapped around your waist holding you as close as possible. It wasn’t always your favorite thing, it honestly took a while to get used to since you were always so against people touching your skin. But now you don’t know what you’d do without it, or without his touch specifically. It became a craving you needed to satisfy the moment you were near each other. 

Your favorite touch is simply being in the car with him as he drives. His left hand on the wheel, eyes on the road, and his right hand is almost always guaranteed to be touching you in some way. Sometimes he has his arm behind you, with his fingers in your hair mindlessly massaging your scalp when you’re tired with a headache, or just having a bad day. Other times he has his hand intertwined with your fingers in his lap where he can bring your hand up to his lips and place light kisses on them when neither of you are talking or give you reassuring squeezes when you talk about something somewhat serious. Often, his hand will be placed safely in your lap where you can get lost in thought while playing with his fingers or outlining every detail of the tattoos on his forearm as he rambles on about what happened at work, a movie he wants to see, what you two should make for dinner, or just how nice the weather is. His preferred method, however, is placing his right hand on the inside of your left thigh near your knee. He just loves the feel of your skin, it’s not smooth since you have been blessed with those natural marks that have appeared with the weight differences you’ve gone through in life, but it’s still soft to him. It’s even better when you’re wearing shorts, a skirt, or a dress that allows him to feel the dimples in your skin as he rubbed his thumb subconsciously over your thigh or your knee instead of just thumbing over the fabric of your pants. 

The first time it happened, you nearly swat away his hand out of a knee jerk reaction. You had explained to him when you first awkwardly met through a mutual friend that you weren’t into touching when he tried to hug you after learning your name. He fully understood and respected your boundaries the rest of the night and continued to do so through your first three dates unless you initiated it through a very brief side hug or a quick kiss on the cheek. It wasn’t until the fourth date that as you both got into his car, he subconsciously grabbed your hand and left it in your lap as he was driving away from your apartment. You said nothing, just staring at his hand for a good three minutes until he realized what he did and immediately apologized and tried to pull his hand away from yours. Instead, you gave his hand a squeeze and rubbed your thumb back and forth against the heart tattoo on the back of his hand. Softly mumbling, “Oh…it’s okay. I’m okay with it if it’s you…” earning you the biggest and goofiest smile you’ve ever seen as he lifted your intertwined hands to his lips and gave them a big kiss.

After that date, he slowly began testing the waters with what you were okay with. Arm around your shoulders, intertwined arms, holding your face as you kissed, eventually working up to what you hated the most, his arms around your waist. It was something you absolutely dreaded; you didn’t think he could fit his arms around you and were too scared to find out. He knew you were worried about it too, having countless conversations about your weight insecurities and not feeling good enough to even stand next to him because you felt like double his size. One day, he decided to say screw it and just wrapped his arms around your waist, lifted you up, and spun in a giant circle just to prove your views of yourself were wrong. He constantly praised you, saying you were beautiful and everything he wanted and more. But he would still tread lightly when it came to touching you beyond that and the innocent touches to the point that you were the one getting irritated with the lack of touch, wrapping your arms around him after a date until you were all over one another all night. 

Now, after two years of dating, while you still cringe from time to time when looking in the mirror or trying something on, and you still don’t like being touched by other people, all you want in life is Jungkook’s touch. And he wants yours just as much. He feels like it’s a gift every time you’re the one to initiate contact and reach out for his hand, wrap your arms around him, run your fingers through his hair, or even simply booping his nose when he scrunches it up after a bad joke. Every touch from you makes him love you more and more. And he has no issue telling you every chance he can, especially in the car driving around aimlessly while he has his hand firmly placed on your thigh.

A/N: thank you for reading! I hope you liked it! This is a couple that I’ve had in my head since becoming a fan last year and the amount of cute fluffy moments I have in my head is unreasonable. So I’m happy to finally be able to share at least one of those moments. Any comments would be appreciated. thank you, I love you. I’m going to go cry bc I want this Jungkook to be real and mine. okay bye 🥺💜

#btshoneyhive #bangtaninn #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x you #bts fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook drabble #there are so many tags what do i do #Kelly writes #Kelly posts #fic: Hold My Hand

[social-mockingbird]

keldabe kisses are the windows to the soul (pt.2)

(tech x reader)

pt. 1 here!  pt. 3 here!

hello, lovely humans! i hope you’re doing well! here is part two! i thought this would only be two parts, but it will probably end up being three. it is a slower burn than i originally intended, but i am having a blast writing the Pining™️.

author’s rec: red giant by stellardrone is a gorgeous spacey vibe of a song and fits this part really well :D

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You really weren’t that surprised Cid let you go with the boys. She’d taken one look at your suddenly watery eyes when Echo told you they were leaving, huffed, and started digging credits out of her pockets. 

“Advance pay,” she’d croaked at you. “Don’t be gone too long.” 

It had been two months of jobs, sleeping on the Marauder and eating rations, and you’d never been happier. Wrecker and Omega had taken to including you during their game nights, and Hunter had shown you a few basic moves with his hunting knife. You’d had at least two holofilm nights with Echo and he always cried at the sad parts and always pretended he didn’t. It was, despite some hairy missions and sleepless nights, a quiet sort of existence. So you’d had a lot of time to think.

They’d told you Tech’s thing was his smarts–the Kaminoans had blessed him with increased mental capacity and a photographic memory that made him wicked brilliant and a total nerd to boot. He still hadn’t stopped ranting about the beetles you’d found on Kashyyyk three weeks ago to anyone who would listen (you). 

But you swore his real talent was in perceptiveness–he noticed everything. 

Which was not helpful when you were prone to staring at him. 

He was captivating, and it was horrible. You told yourself it was because of how intent he got on his work, his rare smiles, his gentle hands. 

But you knew it was his eyes. 

Omega and Kix–God, you missed Kix–were the only clones you knew who ever came close to the particular shade of gold in Tech’s eyes, but Omega’s were too auburn, Kix’s too brown. It was a sharp contrast to the almost greyish-brown of Hunter’s eyes and the bluish tint of Wrecker’s one good eye. 

But he noticed every time you started to stare, and you could almost swear he’d started staring back–and that was not something you were prepared to handle. Kix used to do the same, meeting your eyes over trays of meds and bacta, noticing when you got too exhausted or overwhelmed. 

But your feelings for Kix were a pretty scar on your healing heart. You mourned him, and loved him, but you knew moving on was what he would have wanted for you, selfless as he was. 

And now there was Tech.

You told yourself it was a silly crush. You were lonely, and he was a weird sort of lovely. Gentle with you and Omega, patient, and quietly kind. He’d been the one to let you sit up with him when you needed a night to think, and the one to regale you with the oddest facts about his favorite monsters and animals from adventures to make you laugh and wonder. So you resigned yourself to quiet loving, the kind that didn’t scare people away, the kind that didn’t hurt too much when you had to move on. 

And then you hurt yourself during a stargazing trip. 

It was the perfect definition of trip, really; nothing more cartoonish could have happened to you than the way you caught your toe on a twisty root and flailed all the way to the ground, making a noise that sounded like a sick Wookie. A nasty flare of pain went up your wrist when it caught the brunt of your fall. 

Wrecker laughed first, because it was funny, but he was the first to pick you up and set you gently upright on the ground when he heard you groan. You did your best not to sniffle. They’d all had worse than some stupid scrapes and a tweaked wrist, and you weren’t about to complain. 

Hunter assured you your wrist wasn’t broken and took the bandages from Echo’s pack to wrap it while Omega cleaned the scrapes on your chin and palms and knees with something that stung. It was sweet, the way they all gathered around you, a pack of worried siblings. 

“I can carry her to the outcropping.” 

Tech’s voice was a surprise. He’d silently watched as his sister and brothers tended to you, eyes on your face the whole time. 

“That’s sweet, Tech, but I can walk.” You waggled your feet. “Still in tip-top shape.” Your left ankle twinged in protest, and you winced. 

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It made sense that Tech would be able to carry you effortlessly. He was just as fast and strong as his brothers, and one of the tallest in the crew. It was just—he held you like it was nothing. You couldn’t feel him straining, and any shifting he did only brought you closer into his embrace. He’d encouraged you to wrap your arms around his neck to make transporting you a bit easier, and he didn’t seem to mind that you’d rested your head on his chest, eyes closed. There wasn’t much to see until the outcropping anyway. 

He had his own scent underneath the regulation soap you all used and it was driving you crazy. 

And thinking about it was driving you crazier. You were glad Echo couldn’t see your face because you wouldn’t be able to stand the knowing look he’d give you. Echo’s antics would reveal your feelings faster than you’d ever want. 

Faint pink light made you open your eyes just as Tech shifted your weight, setting you down on a flat rock and making sure your legs weren’t folded uncomfortably. He settled next to you and placed a hand over your eyes. 

“Tech. What?” You almost pried his hand away but then that would mean touching his hand and suddenly you were overthinking it and twisting your fingers in your lap. 

“Wait until everyone gets settled. In approximately seven ticks it will be the optimal viewing time.” 

So you sat, trying not to think about how warm his gloved hand was, and breathed out a sigh, focusing on the gentle warmth of the light seeping through Tech’s fingers. 

When he drew his hand away everything was new. 

Most planets you visited had sunrises in similar colors, buttery yellows and oranges and the sort of pink you loved as a little girl, but this sky was purple, and so clear. 

There was faint pink light on the horizon where the sun was starting to come up, lining the few flat clouds with scarlet, but the main attraction was the sky above it, a rich, smooth violet expanse, filled with stars and galaxies like gems on a gown. Even Wrecker went silent after his first delighted shout, and you watched the planets dance in a glassy sky, reflected in the smooth water below the outcropping. You forgot about your aching body during the minutes before the sun broke the bonds of the sea and cast pale, pretty light into your eyes. 

There was a glint to your right. You turned just in time to catch Tech shift towards the sun, turning his face into the light. 

Where had he been looking before? 

It gave you something to think about, for sure, as he carried you back to the Marauder, and you leaned your head against him and prayed that maybe everything was changing.

#the bad batch #the bad batch tech #tbb #tech tbb #tech is adorable #tech x reader #tech x you #star wars #vera writes things

[juicyflawless25]

Those Ocean Eyes (Ch. 1)

Word Count; 1,477

Notes; A plethora of memories, both cherished and heart-wrenching, shared with the one and only Larissa Weems. Cross posted on a03

Warnings; No warnings for anything just yet, but the rating of this will change as chapters are added. I don't know how long this will be, but I do hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

To honestly describe the feelings you felt when first seeing Larissa, one would need a much more vast knowledge of a language than even the brightest humans could ever achieve. There were truly not enough words in any language to properly convey the bluest and loveliest eyes to ever have existed. 

When first given a glance at the blessed cerulean irises of one Larissa Weems, it had taken your breath away. She had been sitting in the library, curled up with notebooks and reading material. The cap of her pen was tucked between her perfect teeth. The way her eyes danced across the paging of her book, so intensely focused on her learning, had made you quite jealous of what she was reading. 

Did you feel ridiculous having felt that way over a woman you had just seen, not even spoken to yet? Yes, you did. However, there was no stopping the flow of feelings coursing through your body because of her. She gave off a vibe that you knew your vibe could coincide with. Your soul knew there was something special to be had here, something to be cherished. But of course, like any anxiety-ridden gay, you would be taking your sweet ass time moving forward to create that connection.

Her eyes were like sparkling sapphires, obviously, there to make all shiny and gorgeous things feel inadequate next to her. God, the knowledge and depth you could see behind them were something to be revered and feared simultaneously. You could see the cogs turning in her head, moving quickly to understand what was being read. Seconds later, you could see a light click inside those eyes, a moment of understanding before she quickly wrote a few sentences down in her notebook. A small, but triumphant smile curled the edges of her lips and you felt your knees go weak at the sight.

You had been slowly getting closer to Larissa, your legs moving of their own accord as you watched her intently. You had come to the library to do your studying, following the path you always took to the exact seat Larissa was sitting in. Under no circumstances were you going to disturb her though. It’s not like your name was on that seat. Besides, she looked so comfortable there, writing away her thoughts on the paper. 

The moment you were a split second away from turning around and finding a new seat to take, Larissa’s eyes looked up at you surprisingly. You stood still in the spot you were standing, a nervous smile on your face. Those captivating eyes looked you over, not judging, but reading you. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you wondered what she could be thinking. 

You weren’t sure how long you stood there, staring back at her like someone who’d just remembered they’d left the stove on at home. Larissa blinked and shifted in the chair, slightly uncomfortable.

“May I help you?” She questioned, blue eyes boring into yours, making your head feel slightly numb from the anxiety of being caught staring. 

Finally, after hearing her melodic tone drift to your ears (even if it was in annoyance), you cleared your throat and threw her a small, apologetic smile. 

“I’m so sorry! I did mean to stare!” You began, holding your hands up in front of your chest in a surrender motion. “I usually sit here to study and was surprised to find someone else. I’m normally the only one who comes to this corner of the library.” You chuckled lightly, rubbing the back of your neck timidly.

“My apologies. I can move if you like?” Larissa questioned, already starting to unfold her long legs from underneath her.

You took a step forward, waving your hands to try to stop her. “No, no! Please! Stay!” Your words were rushed, rising in tone as your eyes widened. “You look so comfortable and I would hate to make you move! I didn’t mean to disturb you, I was just…” 

You cut yourself off, minding reeling for a moment for a way to finish that sentence. You couldn’t exactly tell her you had been standing there basically daydreaming about her. How creepy would you come across confessing something like that to a stranger?

Larissa stilled her movements and stared up at you, the space between her eyebrows crinkling as she watched you flounder for words. Truthfully, she found you kind of cute the way you seemed so nervous over her offering to find another place to sit. A tiny, barely there smile lifted the corner of her mouth as she suppressed a chuckle. One shouldn’t laugh at someone who was struggling with something.

“Just what?” She pressed, raising one of her perfect eyebrows in question. Okay, maybe she was teasing a little, but she just couldn’t help herself with how adorable you looked with your mouth agape.

“I uh…I was just really admiring how focused you seemed in your work. I don’t see that a lot here, what with the way everyone’s teenage hormones seem to be raging.” You laughed, giving her a timid smile. It was a confession of sorts, but only a small one. That’s all she was getting out of you for now.

With a hum, the woman nodded her head and sat back in the seat. “I know what you mean. Sometimes I wonder how some of them even pass their classes.” Larissa shook her head, clearly thinking of a few students in particular.

A grin spread across your face, finding hope in the fact that she didn’t seem to find you utterly ridiculous. She was speaking with you, which meant you hadn’t given her some kind of impression that you weren’t entirely dumb. Good, good. You would hate to make someone as beautiful as her find you hard to speak to.

“I can imagine they do so by the skin of their teeth. If even that.” You quipped, a little lopsided smile gracing your features.

Your smile grew when she laughed, head tilted back slightly. The triumph you felt of making her laugh, her eyes gleaming with a knowing look as she looked back at you. And what a laugh it was, sending shivers up your spine and making your laugh appear on its own. That was a sound you knew you’d want to continue hearing. 

“I have no doubt you’re right.” She replied as she settled herself back in the chair. 

After a moment of readjusting her sitting position, she looked back up at you with a welcoming and gentle look on her face. She waved her hand at the chair opposite of hers as her eyes cut over to it. “If you like, we can study together.” Larissa offered, trying to make herself seem as open as possible. 

That was unusual for her. Most of the time, she was guarded around the other students at Nevermore. But there was something about you that called to her. She wasn’t sure what just yet, but something in her brain was telling her to just go for it. Make a friend, other than Morticia. 

“I’m Larissa Weems, by the way. And you are?” She looked at you expectantly, head tilted ever so slightly.

Larissa Weems. Larissa “Goddess of the Sapphire Irises” Weems. That’s how you referred to her in your head. Not that she needed to know that. She had such a gorgeous name, fitting for the perfect picture of loveliness sitting before you. You knew the name, having heard others speak of her, but you were new enough that you hadn’t run into her yet. You were thanking whatever gods there were out there that you had finally come across her. 

You smiled widely at her and moved timidly to the other chair she had pointed out to you. You knew the damn chair was there, but your brain had short-circuited upon seeing the prettiest woman in the school sitting in the other. 

“Y/n.” You responded, curling yourself in the chair similar to how she had done so. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“The feeling is mutual” Larissa replied, giving you a winning smile before redirecting her attention back to her books.

After that first meeting, each time you went back to the library, you looked for her and those gorgeous eyes. And she was there, every single time. Each time you saw her look up at you as you rounded the corner of the bookshelf, looking hopeful that it was you and not someone else, your heart skipped a happy little beat. The fact that she seemed to enjoy your company as much as you did hers was truly shocking. You weren’t going to question it though. You were going to take whatever time this lovely woman was willing to give you and you were going to cherish it greatly.

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #those ocean eyes #this one is a bit short but sweet #many more chapters to come

[cataclysmicevie]

I just wanted to thank you, for your fics, but mostly for ‘no paths are bound’ and ‘the soul remains’. I adored heaven’s official blessing with all my heart but- the way that the story between HX, SW, and SQX sat… badly, in my heart, in many ways. i understood that the story was saying but it honestly kind of evoked this strange hopelessness in me after reading it all.

but- the story and arcs you’ve given those three ( + pei ming) in these two fics meant the honest world to me. SW and SQX are honestly amongst my favorite characters- ever, in so many ways, but you expanded on them and made them so much- deeper and more nuanced than I could’ve imagined. The way you had SW truly- own what he did and why- but refuse to regret it bc it was to save someone so dear to him- SQX’s complicated feelings with it, holding SW responsible for his failings- but also holding HX to his, and themselves to theirs, and loving all three, the two men who were so flawed but loved them so deeply- and loving themselves, despite their own failings and working to better themselves. all of them trying to grow and be better. paying respect to HX’s grief, but calling him out for the ways that he was SW’s mirror- and in some ways worse after, but then still giving all three so much grace and understanding- and then giving all three ( + pei ming, love u buddy) a path and story that truly felt HEALING and deep, that resonated so, so deeply.

i don’t know. it just… i don’t feel hopeless when i think about those characters anymore, and that means a lot to me. thank you.

(also your portrayals of just.. EVERYONE are so deep, and nuanced, and absolutely gorgeous. i have no words. I will always love the original canon- but your writings in a lot of ways, have just- stolen my heart even more, and held it captive. and i’m so glad that i found them)

i hope you’re having a wonderful (insert time period of day/night here). I hope the world is being kind to you.

Thank you so much! I love that you love what I did with those characters because, well....I always feel like people get annoyed for the stretches my stories often go without focusing on hualian, haha.

But for me, I have always loved examining different kinds of relationships in my writing, and very rarely is the central focus always going to be the romantic ones. Because, for me, romance has never been the most important part of my life. For me, that has always been family members and friends that I've had since I was a kid. So, focusing on that in my writing has always felt a lot more genuine and sincere for me--because while I love the all consuming romantic love that you often see with ships like Hualian, I've never actually experienced that myself. Often, when I'm portraying that, the writing feels aspirational--like, "if I'm ever lucky enough to love someone this hard, I hope this is what it feels like." But when I'm writing the relationships and the motivations that can be found in the Blackwater arc--it all comes from a far more sincere place. There's a general treatment of Shi Wudu's character by the general audience that, while I understand it, I've always found to be the least interesting approach. Yes, what he did to He Xuan was selfish and ultimately cruel--but his intentions weren't. And when you read the text for what it actually is, the situation is a lot more complex than I think a lot of people want it to be. Shi Wudu is selfish, cunning, and he often places what he imagines is best for Shi Qingxuan over what Shi Qingxuan actually wants--but that's a very human thing to do.

That was the thought process behind one of the lines I repeated pretty often in No Paths Are Bound, "there is no such thing as monsters, only humans who make monstrous choices."

Shi Wudu to me, while he was arrogant, selfish, and controlling, was also a deeply human character. I am closer to my sister than anyone else in the world, and if I was in the exact same situation--I can't say that it wouldn't eat me alive--but yes, I probably would sacrifice someone else if it meant saving her. I don't think that makes me an evil person. A flawed one, yes, but part of being human is loving each other so much, that fear of losing one another can reveal cracks in the morals we wish we could stick to.

And by that logic, I can also understand He Xuan's choices. Because like him, I love my family fiercely--but I also know that I'm a person with a tendency to need things to be fair. I can't move on easily from an injustice, not if I feel like the person who wronged me or the people I loved is just getting away with it. If an eye for an eye wasn't in human nature, we wouldn't see it repeated so often.

That creates this beautiful situation--and I think MXTX is so wonderful and ultimately vexing for making such a gripping story a side plot--where everyone is understandable, even as they do horrible things that ultimately hurt one another. And I've never found the most interesting and / or satisfying take on the Blackwater Arc to be one where there's a singular villain (usually Shi Wudu), and everything would be fixed if you just got him out of the way. The truth of the Blackwater Arc is that it examines the complicated lines between family and friendship, loyalty and deception, and how vengeful justice can be just as monstrous as the crime it avenges. I also like the pairing of He Xuan and Shi Wudu for that reason--not necessarily because I think it's a healthy ship, it's absolutely not--but because the two characters are such direct foils of one another, and because if you're going to make that relationship work, it forces you to tell a story about taking accountability as well as a deep capacity for forgiveness. And I think those are the most interesting stories to tell.

#mxtx #tgcf #he xuan #shi wudu #shuangshui

[presetparadox]

Stars of the Fall

Thinking clearly is never true for me and speaking true gets lost in foggy night time scenes.

Looking out at downtown LA at 3 AM. Buildings and homes lit by dreams and LED’s.

After a bit of drinks at a bar in the arts district. I think of what your eyes would gleam from these flickering streets and moistened steps to another place.

I wonder what your heart would take in from the twilight air that chills the soul and fills the ether with dreams and more.

Midnight still above.

As the gradient glow from steel and concrete swallows the white twinkle of the ever reaching stars.

Sitting in a random parking lot with faded markings and darkened signs as music plays on a crappy stock radio.

As you breathe You can smell the ocean and somehow the glow as well.

Of the trillions of places that exist and just as many thoughts that follow suit.

I still try to guess if the same midnight makes you daydream like midnight only can for me or is it only day daydreaming for you?

The morning is a mild sight. As sunrise comes the colors have been used by night and sunset again.

She breathes relief. The coming day will be filled again, with gorgeous sights, sounds to love or sounds to hate.

Dew to catch the air you breathe. Due to your ever present sea of wondrous things.

Is the morning your habitat?

is a lacy dream and comfy bed your perfect day?

Afternoons will sometimes shower down around to remind us that Freyr lives.

Golden rays continuously push through some dense and dark clouds to give you a california glow you probably don’t need.

A kiss of it would last a million years, but a million is far too much for human beings. A hundred years of it will do while the remaining feeling flows like ambrosia to the gods to bless the present, future, and past.

Do you like a gloomy sky with a hint of warmth?

Sitting on a towel, bathed in salt and sand, on a shore between the Malibu Hills and water that is a bit too cold to dive right in.

The evening hues are a vibrant wash of yellows, reds, pink, blues and purples too. The hum of endless cars along the Pacific Coast Highway paint the scene a little too.

A scene of cheeky pretty bathing suits and gorgeous girls with long blonde or brunette hair to fall in love with every day.

I guess that’s just the frames I see. I’m sure someone else would see things differently.

Walking back to your car while you’re heading home. Your lovely feet stroke the sand beautifully.

The sand, just like the world, with ardent joy would pay its life to caress your soles and be your path to evermore.

I wonder if your eyes see the grains that cover everything while you drive away as a problem or a parting gift.

[hereticalapothecary]

Hi gorgeous… I pray you’re doing well. I pray you reach out to the One True God Jesus… unfortunately worshiping all these other “gods” just leads us further into destruction and doesn’t really feed our souls… Jesus is not the religion that hurts people and I’m sorry if that’s been your experience but a direct connection with the Spirit of God will guide you and fulfil you in ways you never thought possible.. God bless you beautiful. Please don’t be afraid to pray to Jesus and just give it a try… whether that be now or later…

If you don’t know what to say, here’s a prayer for you…

“Dear God,

I pray you come into my life and show me the way. Please guide me with Your Spirit and lead me in Your Truth.

In Jesus’ name

Amen”

God bless you beautiful. Jesus loves you so much

Oh dear friend you’ve caught me on my lunch break. I have the time.

You think you’re doing me a favor by coming into my inbox and preaching Jesus behind a grey face but you’re really not. See, had I not been through a lot of therapy I’d probably be furious and trauma triggered right now. I mean I won’t lie I’m a little annoyed but like I said, I’ve got the time.

But honestly? I just feel bad for you. Because this was the only way you’ve been taught to believe and this is the only way you’ve been taught to act. How much success has this tactic gotten you? People probably haven’t responded well in the past because no one likes being proselytized to be totally honest.

Feels bad, huh? Like the whole world is cruel and evil and this must truly be the only way because people are so mean when you’re just trying to save them. But the reality is, people are good and kind too, but people don’t like being told their belief systems are wrong.

See, you don’t know me. And I don’t know you but I can make some assumptions because I’ve been in your shoes. I’ve been the person who sees someone who has “strayed from the path” and goes “I’m praying for you” but again, it doesn’t actually help.

I grew up evangelical, probably a lot like you. And I’ll say it, I was a good Christian. I did mission trips to Africa, to Europe. I served in my community, did children’s programming, camp counseling. I went to college and got a degree in Biblical studies because I just loved God so much.

So what changed and why did I leave? After all it was people and not God, right? Well, yes and no. I left mostly because of the hypocrisy. I read a Jesus who loved the poor and stood for the oppressed while watching my classmates and professors speak out against marginalized communities in the name of Jesus.

So yes, people hurt me in the name of Jesus.

But so did God.

See, I believed that if I didn’t believe in God the right way I’d go to hell for eternity. That I could only be happy if I had Jesus in my life. And I was super depressed and it felt like I was in an abusive relationship with God.

“You’re nothing without me. Everything good in your life is because of me. Everything bad is from the enemy or I’m teaching you a lesson. You are inherently evil without me. Love me or burn forever.”

That didn’t feel like love to me - because it’s not. I realized if a human was telling me those things I’d call it abuse. Why would I let God say those kinds of things to me if I wouldn’t tolerate humans saying it to me?

So I left. And yeah, I’ve wandered to different gods. I’ve experienced too many spiritual things to deny the existence of higher powers and spirituality. But God and I are back on speaking terms now at least, and frankly I believe whatever makes you love your neighbor more is God, whether that be under the name of science and atheism or under the name of Jesus.

Here’s the thing. You can repent of this lifestyle of arrogance that causes you to come anonymously into the inbox of a queer mystic to preach evangelism 101. I don’t need your version of God because I already have God in my life.

Because here’s the thing about loving your neighbor: your neighbor also gets to choose what love looks like to them, too. And most people are not going to say that anonymous proselytization feels loving to them. It actually comes across as tone deaf and judgmental. I know that probably isn’t your heart - I have no doubt you do what you do out of a sense of love and obligation.

Because I want you to understand the harm your rhetoric can cause, I’m also going to tell you how to love me.

First of all be kind and listen to me.

Secondly, go bake something for someone physically near your location. Go make some chili for your neighbor. It’s cold out where I live, homemade goods are always nice when it’s cold.

Find your nearest food shelter and ask what they need - I hear menstrual products are always needed. Ask if they need volunteers!

Donate an eSIM to Gaza or to another organization working for a free Palestine.

If you don’t have access to any of that, just text a friend and tell them you love and appreciate them. I promise you will be the hands and feet of Jesus more by doing those things rather than telling me that I’m wrong. Because truth be told you have no clue my spiritual path because I keep a lot of it to myself these days. And I like where my path is leading me so far because it encourages me to stand up for myself but also love others more. How can that be anything but God if it’s bringing more love to the world?

I pray that you find peace and happiness in your faith, but also that you stop acting with pride. I pray you may be saved from the same despair and disenchantment I faced and also recognize the harm that can be done by being dismissive toward religious trauma. I’m willing to share those experiences if you have more questions. God loves you, and I hope you can see that I am also loved and made in the image of God even if my beliefs differ from yours.

May God bless you, truly.

[fandxmslxt69]

It's late (like- past midnight late) and OBVIOUSLY here I am up thinking about soft Jason Todd who's found himself a domestic life and it's weird, because he's never thought himself one to be able to settle down with someone and live.

Yet here he is, you in his arms and some old british drama on full volume, you're in the living room cuddled on the couch and he's suddenly very aware of time and space and reality, it's one of those moments where everything is so perfect and he sits there thinking of how someway along the lines of the universe, whatever god out there decided that despite whatever tragedies he's had and crimes he's done, even a hurting soul deserved to be loved and blessed him with you, in all your perfect adorable gorgeous glory.

And all he can think about is how perfectly everything aligned for you. That slow, awkward first stage where he doesn't know if he trusts you, if you're willing to stay and he's too scared to risk but you kept on trying and goddamn it you were just as stubborn as Dick is.

The first date, the cute blush on your cheeks when he showed up dressed nicely with a big bouquet of tulips and a book, you couldn't help but laugh at how Jason Todd that was.

And every date after that, always coming with a new surprise. The first kiss, first night over, first slept together, first 'i love you', first everything and suddenly he wanted you to be his last first. He wasn't sure where along the way it happened but he had fallen completely and hopelessly in love, a sort of love worthy to rival the greatest love story known to man kind.

He remembers dancing with you in the kitchen late at night when neither of you could sleep. He remembers the records collection you had started, when you dragged him to the nearest thrift store and spent hours picking out just the right songs to dance to.

Or the time you spent all day head deep in cooking books and recipes, trying out every new food and dessert that came your way until you were both a sticky mess but god you looked adorable with flour all over your clothes and your hands covered in whatever mess you had cooked up and your eyes lit up every time something tasted good.

Or the time you figured out what his "night job" was. Sure it was...rocky. You were hesitant about it, it wasn't like your perspective of him changed, but dating THE Red Hood? That was heavy to take in. But he tried, he pushed until it became the absolute clearest that this was his first priority, and then again how could you despise it, with all the hard work he puts in? Taking care of Crime Alley, the way he comforts the victims, he's the Red Hood but god he was too kind under all that gore.

The first fight, ugly and loud and he tried so hard to keep it down because he didn't want to be mad at you, he didn't know how to be mad at you. The first time he fell into a nightmare, or shut off because something had triggered that trauma and that stupid clown wouldn't leave him alone but he still remembers how well you dealt with it, with him, how gentle and kind and loving you were. He didn't think he deserved to be touched so gently, to be loved so freely and deeply, to be taken care of without complaint or need to pay it back, it was nasty work, he always though, looking after him, most wouldn't bother. Not you. You did it all and beyond.

GOD I can't stop thinking about Jason just realising that he has whatever he wants. He's happy, he's allowed to be happy and loved and cared for, he's also allowed to be upset and angry, he's allowed to live and cry and hurt and enjoy every part of being human.

There isn't anyone else he'd rather be human with than with you.

WHERE did this come from yo. @planetwaynez Venus i blame you for this

I LOVE YOU <3

-Clem

#still having thoughts about soft jason #Venus look what you did #im kidding i love it #our talk made me so happy #so many cute jason thoughts!!!! #i stole some of them i love you #jason todd #jason fluff <3

[awkward-and-indecisive]

HAPPIEST FUCKING BIRTHDAY CHAN!!!

Fair warning before you proceed. I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense because I’m literally crying over here. I’m a blubbering mess because I love you so much and all I want to do rn is squish you in the biggest of hugs but I can’t so here’s some very long emo rambling from me.

I mean, what do I even say? How do I explain in words how much you mean to me? To me, you are literally a blessing. I would be so utterly lost without you that I’m scared to even think what if I never met you on this hellsite. It only has been a bit over a year since I’ve know but what a fucking year it has been.

You literally thirsted with me over Jensen Snackles and then encouraged me to write my first ever fic and I'm so grateful to you for that because if it hadn’t been for you then I never would’ve realised how much I love writing. You beta all my fics and are always so excited about any ideas I get. You kick my self doubt in the ass and are always so supportive of whatever I do. You literally do not have to do all of this but you still do and it just makes me fall in love with you even more. It just shows how gorgeous of a soul you are. 

You let me rant, cry, scream, tease and flirt with you all I want and never once judge me. Not even when I crack my stupid lame jokes. I love listening to you talk about your day and fanfiction worthy college drama. Just simply exchanging memes with you has been the highlight of my shitty days. 

You also act like a twitter filter for me 😂 and I don’t think I’ll ever forget that Soldier Boy edit I made that you made me post 💀. I just hope to god nobody ever sees it 💀 

I have never been the kind of person who thinks a few years ahead because I know that nothing ever lasts forever or even a few months, let alone years. But if I know one thing, if there’s one thing that I can feel deep in my bones, is that I can always see you being a part of my future. I can always imagine ranting to you, laughing at stupid things with you, flirt with you using cheesy hindi lines, going crazy over new wip ideas, thirsting over men, screaming when Taylor drops something new, telling you about stupid things that happen in everyday life. 

I don’t know if you know this but I absolutely love your writing. That birthday fic that you wrote for me has literally become one of my comfort fics and I always find myself reading it every few days. It’s just THAT good and your writing is just THAT good. 

You are kind, smart as fuck (just look at your college course and how well you do), funny, sassy, beautiful (i don’t clearly remember your face but i know the comment i made that made you slide in my dm’s 😏 and i still stand by it 😤), cute, so lovable that i literally want to squish you. I can run out of words but not run out of things that I love and admire about you. You’re beautiful in every aspect. 

I’m honoured to know you, not only as my girlfriend, but as another human. I know you’re not good with words, neither am I, which is very funny seeing as how we both are writers, 💀 but you don’t have to say shit for me to feel it. I can feel your love and support and care for me just through a screen while being hundreds of miles apart. 

I may not have all the knowledge about murdering someone and getting away with it like you, but i do know that if someone messes with you, then i bet my non-existent ass they can talk to my fists and the wall when i bash their head through it.

I may never get to know your face or your voice, but I'll love you forever. Your face and voice doesn’t matter (okay i don’t mean it like that. They do matter. Very much. Yk what i’m trying to say. Stop laughing at me being a dumbass!). I wouldn’t love you any differently than I do now. But that doesn't mean that I don't want to give you the biggest hug!!! 😩 *goes to earn money so she can visit you*

I love how we literally went from strangers to thirst partners to a writer and beta to friends to best friends to now girlfriends 😏. I wouldn’t want anyone else to have this 180k, multi chapter, slow burn fanfic journey with anyone else other than you. I just hope we only go forward from here. Fyi that means wives 😂

Thank you for making my life brighter. Thank you for making me experience that ZNMD wali dosti. Thank you for loving me in the purest way. Thank you. Thank you for everything you have done for me, keep doing, and will do in the future. And these are just some of the things I’ve mentioned that you do for me. There are a million others that you do that I know of. Million others that I don’t even know you do. It’s just I feel you’re here and everything gets better. I start smiling and having hope for this shitty world. The dark parts of me brighten.

So today on your birthday, I wish you all the best things in the world. I wish you immense happiness. I wish you the purest form of love that’s right out of one of your fics (NOT THE ANGSTY ONES!!! THE GOOD, HAPPY, FLUFFY, AND HEART MELTING LOVE!!!). I wish you all the light and laughter and good health. But most importantly, I wish you zero bus accidents 😭💀

I love you. More than you can imagine. More than I can imagine. 

Love

Your ‘behen’ 😒 (yes i’m never letting go of this and imma tease you till the end of times)

Abby

P. S. Here are some memes to tell you how much I love you because I’m shit at telling how I feel with words.

I almost forgot to tag you 😭😭😭

@msmarvelouswinchester

[bihansthot]

So my favorite user is actively answering to asks so I wanna know.. how are you? How’s everything going? I hope you’re doing good, don’t forget to drink your water, thanks for blessing us with your posts Sol, LOVE YOU!

I'm doing ok! Thank you for asking love! August has been a difficult month, which it always is for me because I'm still trying to process the loss of my soul dog Jäger, who left me on August 4 of 2017. I also face the anniversary of my heart transplant which happened so long ago that it's almost hard to believe it will be 25 years next year. You all probably are sick of me talking about that though, so let's move on to what I've been up to! I went and saw my favorite K-Pop group KARD, a few weeks ago and the show was wonderful! BM is the most charismatic, gorgeous human being I've ever had the privilege of meeting and I'm even more in love. Longtime Sol readers probably know BM as my face and body claim for Bi-Han, but if you didn't know, well know you do! :D He is just perfect, just like Bi-Han. 💙

As you can see I guess I started doing asks again, but the truth is I didn't really stop doing them, people just weren't interested anymore, or so I thought, the recent flood of them would lead me to believe otherwise though. lol With the exception of today my weather has been pretty bearable but the heat still tends to give me migraines, so I'm very excited it's almost Fall, which is maybe my favorite season. It's so hard to pick between Fall and Winter, I am such a slut for Fall activities though, like Apple picking, pumpkin patches, hayrides, SWEATSHIRTS ALL DAY, the gorgeous changing leaves, football, HALLOWEEN! All the good stuff, but then Winter's all like "hello? Sol, yes, we have SNOW ya know you're favorite thing EVER," and I'm kind of like, ok ya got me.

Other than the concert and being excited for the upcoming seasons, I've been seeing a man we'll call Rabbit (since his sex drive is like one lol) and so far things have been going well with that! We don't get together as often as I'd like, but he has two children so I understand he has to prioritize them and I completely respect him for that. We have fun when we get together and he always brings me food and booze so big pluses haha

Thank you for the reminder to drink my water, I don't remember to drink nearly as much as I should, shame on me! So yeah that's how things have been going, thank you so much for dropping by my love and I'm sending you all the love back! ❤️❤️❤️

#sol answers #personal #sol life #kard bm #bi han #lovely friends #❤️❤️❤️

[atrayo]

Channeled Angelic Wisdom of the Jewels of Truth Series on Beneficence and Heaven on Earth

Hello All,

Color me amused that I've found the time to share another entry on eclectic topics of the Jewels of Truth series of channeled angelic wisdom. Each of my 3 volumes of books published by iUniverse has a dizzy array of 365 smorgasbord of topics in an A-Z format. My books aren't in chapter format but rather an ongoing clairaudient (clear Intuitive telepathic hearing/listening by dictation) from the angels. Coupled with another clairvoyant ability known as Claircognizance (clear Inner knowing usually knowledge and wisdom beyond my lived experiences). 

Today's duo of topics are on Beneficence and Heaven on Earth. The former is about an affirmation I have used for years privately to calm myself from anxiety when it arises. It seems the angel finally hinted I should channel it into a statement. The next topic of Heaven on Earth goes more into the direction of holy consecrated ground that the pure of heart in the world is akin to bloodhounds able to locate such spots. Also, how holy enchanted saints and prophets can imbue the divine into the world by their actions in part. 

May you the reader come away with certain curiosities satiated with the well-being of the sublime realities. As a channeler via telepathy and Inspirational psychic automatic writing for over 28+ years as a spiritual devotion. That's my vantage point when Intuitively perceiving and receiving these darling gems of wonder from the angelic heavenly host as our united Divine Inheritance. Amen.

Beneficence:

3306) There are words of endearment that mean so much wherever they transport you directly back into the loving embrace of God(dess) as him/her/and itself simultaneously as a multi-dimensional Perfect Deified Supreme Being. One such affirmation is this coined by "Ivan the Atrayo" that we the Heavenly Host support entirely. 

"A Love for a Love, A Gift for a Gift, and a Life for a Life of God. Amen."

What this denotes to us is an Inclusive sensitive soul yearning to be full and content with a potentially better life, however, and by whatever blessed means possible. To further explore a "Love for a Love" is a genuine exchange of the love of God(dess) to whichever end possible. A "Gift for a Gift" is another sublime exchange of graces interlaced with all that is auspicious in enriched holy nature. Finally, a "Life for a Life" is the wholesome wellness to exchange the perfect essence of God the Creator in its most creative expression possible.

To embark upon a journey that assails you of all prior misgivings in order to overcome the world by means of a celebratory salvation that is always at hand. In order to claim one's solemn and sacred Divine Inheritance upon the nexus crossing of the Infinity of Here as the place of places. With the Eternity of Now as the moment of moments forever. 

To Be full of grace mindfully and in a heart-centered capacity to have exquisite enrichment with every blessed encounter possible. To instill a gorgeous wonder in a hard-struck human-led world of great injustice and at times misery by the contrast of the fates. 

All whom strive for all that is Heavenly by Faith in a crystalized Divine Order that reconciles heartache for the beautiful Glory of God earnestly. In Being True with a Pure Heart in order to be vertically aligned with what is otherwise gracious by healing the human heart and divine soul within forever as the Beneficence of God(dess). Amen and Hallelujah! ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.

Heaven on Earth:

3290) Not all places are visible to the naked eye when it comes to the spiritual holiest environs of the world. Here is where an astute Inner feeling tingling of genuine warmth by a softening gentleness Internally sparks the Intuition. This is how to gauge the divine holy consecrated ground upon the world beyond your human carnal body of 5 senses of finite perceptions. 

Such a resolve aids to approach with the utmost dignity and with great humility for all concerned by whichever Faith is best for the supplicant to come forward earnestly. Only the meek as the Pure of Heart is capable of locating pockets on Earth. These are finely tuned biological perceptive sensors as people and devout creatures that are wholly conducive to being living conduits of the Great Holy of Holies as Heaven on Earth wherever possible. 

Predominantly these realms as limited physical locales as the holy ground are concave portals to the miraculous afterlife. Having been consecrated long ago by pious men and women of godly faith the world over. Have dimensionally opened up energetic pockets akin to geysers of emotional mental health states of exalted divinity of metaphysical purity or in other words Heaven on Earth. 

Beyond such abodes as places of worship with the divine in isolation and/or upon a congregation of living worshippers. There are holy souls such as the Saints and Prophets of either human gender. They have the capacity to galvanize a holy vortex continually opened over their Halos or the Hindu Crown Chakra region at the back of a human scalp. 

Such remarkable souls of great godly esteem can entreat the heavens to come through their auric spiritual states of higher Inner being. To enact great wonders of sheer audacity that curve the confines of your reality well into the miraculous feats of Biblical renown. These highly favored godly angelic souls are touched by God personally for all intents and purposes having dedicated their solemn lives as people back to God(dess) for all eternity. The Angelic Heavenly Host fosters such a grand union with an Immense gift of priceless living gratitude upon them universally. 

Some prophets make personalized compacts with the Lord God the Lord of All Immaculate Hosts upon Heaven and beyond with the looming farthest reaches of Creation. To be forever servant leaders in whatever capacity their loving strengths and talents may reside truly therein upon this world currently. 

Not all compacts of such indelible auspices become new religions from the prophets. Many support existing spiritual monotheist and even polytheist spiritual philosophical traditions overall. Not all prophets are to be fully recognized by humanity at large in any given decade of their finite lifetime on earth. A sense of revenant anonymity by means of reincarnation pervades their lifetime with authentic humility. 

All Heaven on Earth follows and abides with such Illuminated pioneers of Unconditional Faith in God(dess). A continuing unraveling of the Great Mystery worth cherishing for eternity by all who have the pure hearts to feel the genuine Glory of God. Amen. --- Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.

Ivan "Atrayo" Pozo-Illas, has devoted 28 plus years of his life to the pursuit of clairaudient-inspired automatic writing channeling the Angelic Heavenly host. Ivan is the author of the spiritual wisdom series "Jewels of Truth" consisting of 3 volumes published to date. He also utilizes a unique channeled angelic divination method called the Multi-Deck Divination System. Numerous examples of his work are available at "Atrayo's Oracle" blog site of 18 years plus online. You're welcome to visit his website "Jewelsoftruth.us" for further information or to contact Atrayo directly.

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