#if you don't understand the lettuce. good.

[echoes-of-kemet]

Tried to make this look as much like a middle school power point presentation slide as possible (featuring: my statues of Sekhmet and Bast)

#nephthys #set #seth #khonsu #tefnut #sekhmet #bast #bastet #mafdet #imhotep #thoth #if you don't understand the lettuce. good. #egyptian gods #egyptian mythology #mythology memes #crack posting #kirby's edits

[x0x0josephinex0x0]

comfort | kmg

i am feeling icky (physically and mentally and basically in all the ways, send help lol) and as always mingyu is my comfort human so i guess i was just feeling it. reader is mentioned to be an introvert. also reader is in a bad place mentally, lowkey is implied to be a depressive episode (self-insert? hi). kinda sorta from mingyu's pov. pet names used (honey, baby, my love). kinda sorta based on this song (How to Love You Today by Son of Cloud).

mingyu understands the difference between being introverted and being quiet -- after all, he's friends with hoshi, an introvert, who can blow his eardrums at a moment's notice. he's also dating you, and while you're no hoshi, you're definitely not a wonwoo, either.

more than understanding the difference between quiet and introverted, though, he knows you. so he knows that look you have in your eyes -- the hollow, dull look that steals over your features, sometimes for weeks at a time, while you struggle to feel anything at all. he sees it in you now as you stare out the window at the gloomy clouds gathering over the hills.

it's getting bad again. he knows it. you're usually so still when you sleep, and so splendidly expressive while you're awake, but recently that has switched -- your dreams are restless and your sleep-talking more vocal, and you spend more time sitting and staring than you do normally, your face blank and empty, your hands cold whenever he reaches for them. these are the kinds of days that sap you of your saturation, leaving you feeling listless and drained -- times when mingyu has to remind you in gentle tones to eat, to come to bed, to join him in the shower. your mind is not always kind to you, so mingyu has made it his personal mission to be so.

the worst part is, you've stopped singing. when you'd been "just friends", sometimes your constant humming and vocalizing would peeve mingyu when he was trying to concentrate, but after living with you for almost two years, he barely notices it anymore. in fact, he only really notices when you stop, and it's one of his first indicators that something is off about you.

he's been waiting for you to tell him what's going on. usually he can tell you're in a bad state before you can, but mingyu also knows that if he tells you he's noticed, you'll start trying to hide it from him. because you don't want to be a burden. (the thought of you ever being too much for him is laughable to mingyu. he loves you like it's breathing -- just an instinct, something he never even needs to think about, because it's just that easy. every person is heavy sometimes, so why was it so unreasonable for you, his most beloved and treasured person, to believe that he'd willingly carry you, no matter how heavy you got?)

so he waits, staying aware of you always, noting how the dark circles under your hollow eyes get more pronounced. and he worries, of course he does. but he also knows that one day, soon, you'll --

"mingyu?"

he's in the kitchen shredding lettuce for a sandwich for you when he hears it: that tiny voice you use when you're sort of kind of hoping he doesn't turn around to look at you. because you're on the verge of tears, or you look like hell, or a million other reasons that he couldn't care less about. so he turns around. "hey baby. what's up?"

"i...i don't feel good."

that's really all he needs. that's really all it takes, if he's being honest with himself. he goes to you where you hover in the doorway, afraid to take up space, and pulls you into his arms. "i know, honey. i've got you."

there's nothing like the feeling of having your tense muscles relax into him, the way your body releases all that angst as he runs a warm hand up and down your back. you lean your head against his shoulder and repeat, "you got me?" softly, almost embarrassed.

but even as mingyu's heart aches for you -- even as the tears prick the back of his eyes as he thinks of how you must've been suffering -- he feels so grateful. grateful that you trust him. grateful that you feel safe enough to do what he knows is so scary for you. grateful that you choose to do it despite everyone in the past who has made you feel inadequate for needing a hand.

he presses one, two, three kisses to your temple. "i've got you, my love. i've always got you."

#mingyu x reader #mingyu #kim mingyu #mingyu really do be my emotional support celebrity liiiike #literally love him so much #seventeen fanfic #seventeen mingyu #seventeen #svt #svt fluff #svt imagines #svt x reader #svt fic #Spotify

[soldat-buck]

i had a vision while making coffee this morning

bg3 culinary headcanons

- Shadowheart: absolute zero regard for contamination while cooking. kitchen habits of a permanent bachelor. licks the tasting spoon clean and keeps using it to cook. eats hot cocoa straight out of the container with a spoon. thinks pouring ranch over an entire head of lettuce and eating it like feral animal while holding it over the kitchen sink counts as "salad". if you can get past the contamination thing, the food she makes actually tastes pretty good, even if it's sometimes odd (she cooks like a stoner, despite being perfectly sober. she is just Like That).

- Astarion: perfectly capable of cooking, and actually can cook quite well. food may not taste the same after becoming a vampire, but his enhanced sense of smell tells him nearly everything he needs to know about how to season and cook food properly. he doesn't cook because he doesn't like to (washing dishes? by hand? no fucking thank you, being undead is harsh enough on the nails and skin. finding a good lotion for normal undead dryness is already impossible)

- Lae'zel: in the modern world, if her life took her in a chef direction, she'd be in a Michelin star restaurant as the world's best and most terrifying sous chef. she absolutely would throw a knife at you for fucking up her plating (she'd intentionally miss. the first time). no nonsense is ever tolerated in her kitchen, but that doesn't necessarily mean she's got temper issues (her coldness and lack of tantrums is what makes her terrifying). she'd put Gordon Ramsay in his place for his rage theatrics and then make him weep with joy after serving him the most competent omelet he's ever had in his life. if she likes you, you may address her as "Yes, Chef!" outside of the kitchen.

- Karlach: uses 4 pots to make ramen. not because she's doing anything fancy or elaborate with it, the first pot was too small and started boiling over (whoops). the second one was, oh hold on, that's a cast iron pan, maybe you're not supposed to use that for boiling liquids, huh? wait shit, can't use this one either, i'm not supposed to use metal spoons on nonstick, don't want to scratch it. There we go! this one is the right size! and if i scratch this one, it's fine! wait, where the fuck did the flavor packet go (you should definitely be concerned about leaving her alone for the weekend)

- Wyll: very resourceful cook due to his Blade of the Frontier days. can improvise a meal out of damn near anything. can identify every edible plant and mushroom and tell you how to use it in a dish. would carry an herb garden in his adventure pack if he could. would absolutely thrive on the show Chopped (he's actually banned from auditioning again because it's not fair to the other competitors to have him on). he could make you a dessert featuring rattlesnake and fresh picked clover, and you don't know how or why, but you actually like it

- Gale: approaches the kitchen the same way he approaches most things in his life - academically. knows the proper safe temperature to cook meats/etc to, knows how to brown an onion, knows what seasonings are typically used together for certain flavor profiles and how to match seasonings to proteins. knife work sucks because he uses mage hand for mise en place and his mage hand has shitty DEX, but he's scared of his chef knife from the one time he sliced his thumb open (he was cutting an onion with improper hand placement and the knife slipped)

- Minsc: would exclusively eat by dumpster diving if it weren't for Boo's disapproval. eats like a human garbage disposal. he will eat a n y t h i n g that fits in his mouth, he is the least picky eater you will ever meet. does not understand how food challenges in the show Fear Factor are supposed to be challenges

- Halsin: world class forager. very competent hunter. prefers to eat everything as raw as possible. understands but doesn't believe in strict food safety because obviously stomach acid kills germs (and anyway, a little dirt here and there never killed anyone; exposure to germs is good for your immune system). open-mouthed kissing him is gambling with your health. makes the best vegetarian salads but do not trust any chicken he has "cooked". people with weak CON might want to consider avoiding his food

- Jaheira: uses Talk to Animals to Cinderella/Ratatouille rodents in the kitchen. she commands them like she's in perilous battle and the entire world is at stake (also rodents are worse to direct than cats, they do not know the difference between left and right. there's a lot of "No! Not that cupboard, the other one! NO, the OTHER other one! Flank him, he's off balance!"). making a cup of tea is a convoluted, stressful process that takes 10 times longer than just boiling the damn water yourself

hey, i made an Absolute Edition addendum

#soldat buck wrote something #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #shadowheart #bg3 shadowheart #astarion #bg3 astarion #lae'zel #laezel #bg3 lae'zel #karlach #bg3 karlach #wyll ravengard #bg3 wyll #gale dekarios #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep #minsc #bg3 minsc #halsin #bg3 halsin #jaheira #bg3 jaheira #bg3 headcanons #bg3 hcs #bg3 companions #culinary headcanons

[thenewausten]

Quackity Imagine: Seven minutes in Hell [Enemies to Lovers] Part 1.

If there's someone you hate with all your forces, it's Alexis. He's an asshole, such a stupid, full of confidence, hot, idiot, smart, handsome, gentleman, asshole.

"Looking for me, princesa?" He asks into your ear as you turn around to see him. God, you hated him."Of course not, dumbass." You answer as he smiles to your anger."You're terrible with that dress, you know?" He says as he gives you a good look, his eyes almost locked on your thighs and boobs as he looks to your face again."How can you be so ugly?" He asks to you as you roll your eyes."You're such a son of a bitch." You say and he laughs."Just like you, corazón."

Yes, Alex hates you. So much. He doesn't understand how can you be such a bitch sometimes. God, you're so 'fuckin idiot and smart at the same time, and of course, you're so unpredictable. And beautiful. So. Fucking. Beautiful. Alex sometimes wants to forget your stupid fight just so he can bend you over and...

"You should kill yourself, you know?! Everyone at the University would be so happy." The boy hears your voice and laughs to your audacity."Want me to die just because that little brain of yours can't accept I'm the best student of the class, don't you?!"

"Shut up, Alex. I'm the best. Everyone knows that." You say as he smiles to you. "Sure, my love." He's ironic in his words and you roll your eyes for the second time in less than two minutes.

Let me explain, Alex and you studied Law at the University, and since the first day, you and him fought about who was the best student of the class. You were losing for one point. One. Fucking. Point. And the boy thought that, because of that, he was better than you.

"With that arrogance, you'll be a terrible lawyer." You say to him as he opens a beer."Yeah?" He asks, drinking the beer and smiling at you."Do you remember what Mr. Howard said?! We're very similar, so..." He shrugs."Oh, fuck you! I'm not like you, Alex." You approach him and he studies your face. Your lips, to be more specifically.

The man is so embarrassed, only a beer and he's thinking you're so gorgeous. He grabs another one and opens it, still looking at your lips."What are you looking at, Alex?" You ask, confused."There's lettuce in your tooth." He says and you grab your cell phone to look at it."There's nothing here, stupid." You say as he laughs and drinks his beer."God, I hate you so 'fuckin much." You whisper and grab a beer, deciding to leave the kitchen, sick of the black haired boy.

One of your best friends appears in front of you and grabs your hand."C'mon, it's time for Seven minutes in Hell." It's a game based on Seven minutes in Paradise, but it's in Hell because everyone in the class has problems to solve with everyone. Every damn party you play it and you get out with a solution to a problem or someone apologising for calling you a bitch. Yeah, it's like that.

"'Lexie, let's plaaaay!" The girl you hated so much calls the boy you hated so much. She's so pick me girl with him that every time you see their interactions, you want to die. You roll your eyes as the boy appears with a smile on his face and a beer in his hands. How can someone be so fucking hot and stupid at the same time?! I guess we'll never know.

He sits next to the girl and she smiles to him, he smiles back and you roll your eyes. You and her went to the Seven minutes in Hell at the last party. She passed seven minutes talking about Alex, his hands, and threatened you not to be nice to him of become friends with him."He can't like you in anyway." Yeah, she's a bit crazy, uh?

After almost forty minutes, what you most fear happens: you and Alex, locked in a pantry, for seven minutes. The girl next to him gives you a bad look as he gets up with a victorious smile on his face. God, you hated him. He helps you to get up and you both start to walk to the pantry."You guys knows the rules: seven minutes of talking, resolving issues or doing whatever you want to." Your best friend gives you a pity smile and then closes the door behind you, locking it. Locking you with Alex. Your enemy."God, I hope I don't have to get into this pantry with your little girlfriend tonight." You whisper and he looks at you, confused."What do you mean?" He was about to drink the beer, but you take it away from his hand and drink it."Is it too late to tell you I have herpes and it's very contagious?" He asks and you roll your eyes."You don't have herpes, I can see your lips from here, idiot." He laughs."So, your little girlfriend threatened me at the last party." You say, for some reason you want to fuck her up tonight."Why?" He asks, very interested."Are you secretly in love with me and she found out?"

"Only in your dreams, Alex." He does a sad grimace as you answer him."She said I couldn't be nice with you or become friends with you." He laughs."Oh, such a hard thing, right?" He's ironic in his words and you laugh and roll your eyes. "She's not my girlfriend, she's just... Obsessed with me." He answers and you drink the rest of his beer, nodding."What she sees in you?!" You ask and it's your turn to give the boy a good look. God, he's so hot."Yeah, there's nothing good."

"Don't be such a proud person, Y/N, even I can admit you're hot as fuck." He whispers and you look at him. What. Did. He. Just. Say?

"What? I'm not blind and much less an idiot, amor." He says as he approaches you. Man, you're speechless."Sometimes, I just..." His eyes on your lips as he starts to whisper."I just want to admit that we're..." He puts his hands on your waist. "Losing time, you know?" Alex squeezes your flesh and pulls you closer."Losing time?!" You ask, hypnotized by his proximity, feeling your body burn just from his hands on your waist. He nods and one of his hands grabs your face, so gently it doesn't look like the Alex you know."Don't you think?! Eres tan inteligente, princesa. I guess you'll agree with me." He whispers and his fingers caresses your cheeks."I... I do, actually." You whisper to him."Yeah? I knew you'd agree with me, amor." The boy leans in to kiss your neck and you whimper with the feeling."Already, hermosa?" He whispers in your ear, his lips on your collarbone."Fuck you, Alex." You whisper."Uh, I want you to fuck me, Y/N." He whispers and kisses your lips, Alex pushes you against the wall, putting his body against yours as you grab his hair, deepening the kiss and fighting for control. He groans against your lips and puts his hand on your throat, the other one in your ass as he tries to pull you even closer. You moan between the kiss when the boy starts to grind on you.

"Shit, Alex." You whisper as you both pull out to breathe. "You drive me insane. Fuck, Y/N." He whispers and whimpers against your lips."We should stop." You whisper. "Just so we can recover from..." He nods and kisses your lips."One more, mi vida, please." He asks, between the kiss, and you nod, Alex can't help but moan into your lips as he slowly stops to grind his hardened cock against you. "Mierda, I need to cum. Fuck, I hate you so much, Y/N." He whispers and you smile to him, one of your hands roam through his chest to his dick."Is it good?" You ask him as your hand stroke his dick over his pants."Shit." He moans against your neck and sucks your skin."So good." He whimpers."So fucking..."

"Your Seven minutes in Hell is over." You hear your best friend's voice and stop what you were doing. "Shit." Alex whispers and takes off his jacket, tying it around his waist as your best friend opens the door. The boy gives you a look."I hate you, Y/N."

"I hate you too, Alex." You whisper with a smile on your face, the boy leaves to the upstairs and you and your best friend are back in the living room."Where's 'Lexie?" The pick me girl asks to you."He's in the bathroom, with diarrhea." You answer her and she makes a grimace."Poor boy."

You'd probably receive a message of Alex, he'd send you a pic of his hardened cock or even a short vid of him as he strokes his dick and moans your name.

Ten minutes later, he'd appear in the living room and sits next to the pick me girl, looking at you intensely as the girl besides him puts a hand on his thigh."Are you okay, 'Lexie?" She asks him, God, you hated her."Uh, yeah..?!" He asks, confused."It's okay, man. I had diarrhea last week. Drink more water and it's gone." A colleague of yours say and you laugh, Alex looks at you and you smile to him. God, he hated you so much.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

Requests are open!

#quackity #qsmp #qsmp brazil #quackity imagines #quackity x reader #alex quackity #qsmp brasil #quackity imagine #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity qsmp #quackity fanfic #quackityhq #quackity fluff #quackity smut #quackity headcannons #quackity scenario

[romanticbat]

Hope you don’t mind another request!

Wally Darling x Chiropractor Reader

And maybe this reader cracks their knuckles and bones a lot casually!!

I don't mind so don't worry!, do as many requests as you want 💯

Wally Darling x Chiropractor!Reader

Warnings: none!

- His brain struggles with understanding how you can basically broke the bones of people and then they feel better because of it

- He probably makes jokes to Frank about going to you because he looks too tense

- I feel that if you ever tried to do it with him he would be like :`3 because he thinks he's gonna turn into boneless (I know they are basically puppets but nevermind)

- and then after he is like a fresh apple

- to be honest I feel like he has the "if you crack your knuckles your fingers will bend" belief

- so everytime he hears or see you cracking them he will go "Y/N no! that's bad for your health"

- everytime he hears your bones crack his face is like this emoji 😦

- if you are the type of person which when their bones crack a little too loud it could me worse

- "Good morning my dear, how did you sl-" and then he hears the most satistying and at the same time worrying sound of your back cracking

- he probably got surprised the first time your bones cracked, you were talking to him and the others and then you did a movement with your hand

- the man was too stunned to speak while hearing you doing a demostration of how your bones cracked

- he probably camed to your work place once while you were doing your job and he sweared he saw the most cry for help face ever

- only to see the same exact person look like they had a full 8 hours rest-fresh like a lettuce after that

- He thinks you do magic or something, no way you can make persons go less stressed after basically make all their body sound like bones being breaked

- He loves you but man is scared of your job

#wally darling #wally darling x reader #wally darling x you #welcome home #welcome home arg #hcs #headcanons #headcanon

[luveline]

omg omg your reqs are open!! can you pls write smth with james spoiling his s/o who doesn't know how to accept bcs they're not used to being given anything unless there's a special occasion? thank u so much!!

thank you for your request! I think this might be really long i wrote it in the app so idk how much it is ♡ fem!reader

James bursts into your flat like he owns it. The door slams up against the wall and his bags fall to the floor in a tumultuous heap. He groans so loud you can feel it in your own chest, and then he asks, "Where's my girl?"

You poke your head out from the living room and take in all his things with wide eyes. Your smile quickly turns elated. "You're staying the night?"

"A few, if you'll have me."

You stroll straight into his arms, ignoring the cold of the rain on his windbreaker and how chilled his cheeks are as you take his face into your hands.

"It'll cost you," you joke, smile fond enough to have him laughing, thrilled. Adored.

"Good, because I brought gifts."

You giggle at him and look down at his bags. There's a rucksack, a bigger duffel bag, a grocery bag, and what looks like something from a clothes shop — a canvas bag with a fancy brand printed over the side. "Is that one for me?" you ask, pointing at the supermarket bag. "You've brought me something nice for dinner?"

"I have, my angel."

James rubs the length of your arm with his hand until your drop your hold on his face and wrap them around him instead to hide in his chest. He kisses over the top and side of your head a handful of times, each one gentle and very, very warm.

"Okay, give me a real kiss and let's put this lot away," he says after a moment.

You raise your head and pout. His lips are hot and sudden as he ducks down — he steals your breath, grasps your cheek in one hand and your shoulder in another. He means it when he says a real kiss. This one warms you all the way to your toes.

You break first. He chases you, pecking your fizzing lips with a quirk to his own.

James makes you feel very lucky to be loved the way that he does. His affection leaves you dizzy and giddy in the silly breathless way, like the rush of a schoolyard crush buffeted by a stickying devotion. You're more than reluctant to move away from him now, as if your hands have been glued to his coat.

"Alright," he says gently, giving you another kiss. "Alright. I brought ice cream, and it's melting. Otherwise I'd stand here and kiss you all day."

You help him carry his bags into the kitchen and peak into the supermarket bag cheekily. When he catches you looking you shy away.

"It's okay, shortcake. You can look. It's all for you, anyways."

You beam and open the bag. He's brought the makings of your favourite food, expensive branded ingredients and off the counter cuts. You delight at his spoiling though it really is too much. It helps to know he'll be sharing; it's not entirely for you. Still, his spending always surprises you, used to shop brands and reduced stickers.

"Are we gonna make this now?" you ask.

"Maybe in a bit? I have some other things I want to show you."

You blink. "Okay."

He pulls the fancy clothes bag onto the table and smiles at you. "I had to get new polo's. If you don't like anything I can take it back."

"You have good taste," you say, quizzical. James hardly cares if you hate his clothes anyways. He'd once worn Hawaiian themed shirts for an entire fortnight.

He pulls out the first thing and you abruptly understand his meaning. It's a soft white top made up of very thin cotton. It's a sleep shirt, the fabric delicate and brushed to the touch. Tiny, dainty flowers are cut out in lines down the length.

"That suits you, don't you think?" he asks thoughtfully, holding it flat to his chest so he can look down the front of it. "There's matching bottoms, too. Here."

He hands you the top and pulls out the bottoms, shorts made up of the same fabric with lettuce, ruffled hemming.

"I got the bottoms a size up because they looked on the smaller side, but I can swap them out if they're wrong." He runs his hand over the hem. "They might've been a selfish purchase. They're lovely, aren't they?"

You smile a second too late. "They're really nice," you say sincerely.

He puts the shorts down and reaches back into the bag. You're excited but also in awe, the kind that plays with your tummy, has you shifting from foot to foot.

He shows you a warmer pair of pajamas. Just as sweet as the first but in a muted lilac and made up of a more substantial fabric, he holds a pair of relaxed fitting bottoms and a short top with short sleeves.

"I think the bottoms might be a bit long on you, shortcake," he says. "What do you think? Are they alright?"

"They're nice," you say, mouth dry.

He nods, satisfied, and digs right back into the bag. Last up is a t-shirt with your favourite artists album cover on the front. "I knew you'd like this, so I basically cheated. It's a big one. I think it's meant to be a proper shirt but I reckon you can wear it for pajamas if it's not your style."

He's very thoughtful. You run your hand down the fabric and can't choose where to look, the clothes and their tags or his face, waiting casually for your feedback.

"James, what have you got me all this for?" you ask. You can't keep the love out of your voice.

"You like it?" he asks, relieved.

"I love it. All of it. I mean..." You turn back to the white and lilac pajamas on the clothes. "They're really beautiful. Almost too nice to wear to bed."

"That's not really true. You look so pretty when you sleep," he says, reaching out to poke the soft of your tummy.

You rub your lips together. "It's not- I haven't missed our anniversary, have I?" You laugh weakly, scared for your life.

James' dark curls bounce as he laughs. "No, of course you haven't. It's three weeks and-"

"Two days," you finish. "That's what I thought. But why?"

"Why what?"

"Why have you got me all this?"

He shrugs. "I mean, 'cos I wanted to? I thought it would make you happy. Why else do you buy things for people?"

You bring your feet together and beam at him. "I don't know. Special occasions?"

"It is a special occasion. I'm staying with my girl for the weekend."

He must see on your face that you're going in for a thank you kiss because he puts down the shirt and opens his arms to bring you in. His forearms press to your arched back and pull you up, and he receives your gleeful kiss with a similarly overlarge smile.

"I don't know what to say," you confess against his lips, driving in for another kiss. "Thank you."

The words are all smushed up into him. He encourages your head carefully to one side and kisses you silly, hands roving appreciatively up the slope of your back and thigh pushing between yours.

"That's more than enough," he says after pulling away.

You make a terrible, indulgent squealing sound in the back of your throat. It's rather exciting, getting gifts for nothing. Not that James hasn't bought you things, he has, but some pajamas just because he likes you?

It feels amazing, the gift and the feelings behind it.

"I got you some other stuff, too," he admits, hands having moved to a more amicable place on your waist. He clings as you try to move. "I'm sorry! Sorry, but there was this candle that smelled like your moisturiser and then there was a whole section of things, don't run away!"

You stop your struggling and pretend to go limp. James catches you, pulls you in until your torsos are kissing. You bring up your head and narrow your eyes, softly chastening.

"I love you," he says lightly, hedging for forgiveness.

How can you stay mad?

"I love you too. I feel throughly spoiled," you say.

"Good! You deserve to feel spoiled, angel. I'm spoiling you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, gonna make you dinner and everything."

You straighten out to kiss him again. You really are spoiled.

#james potter x y/n #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter #james potter imagine #james potter drabble #james potter x fem!reader #fem!reader #marauders era #marauders #marauders fanfic #the marauders #james potter fanfic #james potter fanfiction #james potter x reader fluff #james potter dialogue #james potter fluff #james potter fic

[nobodylikety]

Puppy dinner 🦴

I've been thinking about puppy! yujin having the palate of a 5 year old,,, cause' she's super picky though in short, for Yuj veggies are meanie, and puppy snacks are goodie 🥺 sooo here some more thoughts on puppy yuj before I go on with the rest of hybrid! IVE, and the fics I have yet to write, so hope you enjoy it 🩷

tags: puppy! yujin x fem! reader, fluff, hybrid AU.

Yujin is sitting at the dining table, wearing one of your baggy hoodies. Her tail wags gently, expectantly, finally picking up speed as soon as you place the dinner in front of her, served on a deep plate. Yujin rises slightly from her seat to see what she'll be eating that night.

Broccoli, she thinks with a pout as she lowers her ears, a gesture that quickly transforms into an adorable grimace of distaste as she sees the contents of the plate. She barks in a whiny tone, making puppy eyes. 

Yujin doesn't particularly like vegetables (she prefers puppy treats, especially cookies, a thousand times over, or a nice little piece of roast beef), although she is able to tolerate some like lettuce and peas, but broccoli... she can't tolerate it. She hates it, even considers it her worst enemy.

"Come on, puppy, it's time for dinner," you say in a honeyed, almost motherly tone as you take a seat across from her. Yujin is grouchy in her own cute way; scowling, ears flat and barking plaintively. But you ignore her gestures, because it's a tantrum like any other.

Using your fork, you take a piece of broccoli, and bring it up to Yujin's mouth. "Come on, Yujinnie. You have to eat."

Yujin shakes her head, pursing her lips now, refusing to open her mouth. No way in hell is she going to eat that wicked broccoli. You are aware of the puppy's attitude, so you decide to take another approach and start feeding her the other vegetables on the plate, to make it easier.

The broccoli will come later, for last.

So for a while, Yujin eats the peas one by one, followed by the lettuce and carrots. You smile in amusement, because your puppy is such a good girl (when she's not upset about eating broccoli, of course), and in a matter of a few minutes she finishes her vegetables almost completely. All that's left in the bowl are the little pieces of broccoli, waiting to be eaten by the adorable hybrid.

"Can I get off? I've finished my dinner, owner," asks Yujin in a soft, affectionate tone. You know she's using her secret weapon, tenderness, to distract you and make you forget about the broccoli. But you're not going to let her beat you so easily. 

"Baby," you just have to utter that word, in a firm tone, to get her attention. Yujin turns, and suspects she's been spotted, but her adorable facial expression doesn't change, so as not to give herself away, and she prefers to continue her mischievous little lie.

"Yes, owner?"

"Aren't you forgetting something?" you raise an eyebrow, looking directly at her. Then your eyes briefly glance at the bowl, as if to say ‘eh, you're forgetting that,’ but Yujin doesn't take any notice. She's still adorable, making an innocent face, as if she doesn't understand what you mean.

"I don't think so, owner," Yujin replies, her tone sincere. For a moment, as you look at her, you get the slight impression that she's going to start giggling, which will give her away for good. But Yujin is determined to see this lie through to the end, because she's not going to give in and agree to eat that awful broccoli. Never.

"Pup, you and I both know you're missing something. It starts with B, and ends in Broccoli" you take your fork and prick a piece of the said vegetable, showing it to her and waving it slowly in front of her eyes.

And Yujin can't pretend any longer, and ends up giving herself away when she starts her tantrums and pouting. It's a sequence of puffing her lips and pouting, wagging her tail and twitching her ears, and finally just making little whiny noises. You find it all genuinely adorable, and though you smile inwardly, you can't change your position, as you must remain steady, so that Yujin can eat her vegetables.

"Come on, angel, you must eat the broccoli. You know the doctor said you should eat more vegetables, because of your puppy diet," you put the broccoli back in her mouth, and she again refuses to eat it, pursing her lips.

That's when you start to despair, because Yujin's doctor told you that you can't keep letting her eat so many puppy treats, as her hybrid organism is different from that of a human, and in the long run it will affect her health. And you, who don't want to see your little angel like that, feeling sickly, is the reason why you try so hard to make her eat. 

But now you're worried that you don't have a plan B, while on the other side of the table Yujin just throws a tantrum, until a miraculous idea practically springs to life.

Out of the panic of the moment, it hadn't occurred to you.

"Okay, fine, pup. Let's make a deal."

Hearing that, and seeing you put down your fork and no longer try to give her the alien broccoli, Yujin relaxes. She doesn't let her guard down completely, though, and remains vigilant in case you try again.

"Yuj listen, owner."

"Look, baby, for every broccoli you eat, I'll reward you with kisses or stuffed animals, whatever you decide." Yujin knows you can't reward her with doggy cookies for some time, at her doctor's request. And Yujin is a good girl at least most of the time, so she has to listen to the doctor, so she doesn't insist. "Do you agree...?"

You're practically praying for your hybrid puppy to accept, as that's your ultimate plan. You have no choice (or you do, but that one ends with you throwing the broccoli in the trash, and you hate to throw away perfectly good food).

"Yuj doesn't like alien broccoli..." the hybrid begins to speak as a blush take over her cheeks, calmly wagging her tail. She looks shy and adorable, which is the side you like best. "But the doctor says Yuj should eat more vegetables and less puppy cookies. And Yuj is a good girl, and as a good girl I must listen to Miss Doctor."

Relieved, you sigh and sketch a smile, calm at last. It is then that, after pouting and protesting, Yujin agrees to eat the broccoli, slowly and with a few whiny noises, but she does.

"That's it, puppy, you're so good, my love. You deserve all the stars as a reward." You love praising her (you have been doing it since the first day you met her), and you know it's well received, as the puppy hybrid becomes into a cute, giggly, cuddly little pup, her cheeks flushing and her tail wagging restlessly.

And that's the kind of thing that makes your heart race, thudding against your ribs, because you love Yujin, you love your puppy even with her sulks, tantrums and refusals to eat vegetables. 

Because at the end of the day, despite everything, you love Yujin with every part of your being.

#hybrid!au #kpop hybrid au #puppy!yujin #ahn yujin #yujin ive #ive imagines #ive yujin #ive x reader #yujin x reader

[rainofaugustsith]

So in the conversations about cures, there is one thing I'd like to reiterate: It is absolutely bleeding exhausting to have abled/not chronically ill people going on about cures and how they can fix you.

It's often the first fucking thing people do after you tell them what your illness is - they immediately pile on with the unsolicited advice about just how you can fix yourself. And 99.9% of the time, I guarantee you it's absolute trash that shows no understanding whatsoever of your condition.

Prayer. Kale. Juice fasts. Untested supplements not approved by the FDA that somehow manage to cure things like sickle cell anemia. Have you found Jesus (and I specifically say Jesus because Jews, Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists - well, just about everyone else - usually will NOT try to convert you or insist you just need to pray harder to their god to be magically cured)? Maybe if you lost some weight or took up yoga? There's this guru I listen to. On and on and on.

And often, if they don't think you are desperately trying everything and anything random people throw at you, why, you must not really be sick. You don't WANT to get better because you're not trying organic lettuce fasts and crystals to cure your genetic disease that isn't even understood well by most doctors.

Most of us get angry about even one unsolicited comment or criticism. We think it's rude when someone snipes about appearance or clothes. So why is it okay to pepper disabled and chronically ill people with your half-baked cures, or think they even want them?

Imagine how you'd feel if the moment you left your house, people started picking at, say, the shape of your eyebrows. Maybe you could bleach them? Shape them? Shave them off? If only you'd let us help you! It comes from a place of love! Imagine that's all you heard all day long the moment someone saw your eyebrows. You'd get sick of it really damn quickly, and you'd probably really resent that people's first instinct was to tell you what they felt was wrong with you and that they were within their rights to tell you how to fix it.

You might feel angry or upset that they were not accepting you as you were.

That's how it goes with cures, folks.

The only time I as a chronically ill and disabled person am interested in hearing about treatments is if it's coming from someone with the same/similar condition and we're talking and comparing notes. But interesting thing, then it's usually shop talk, it's not 'BUT YOU NEED KALE AND PRAYER.' Do I talk to other people with my illness about the meds they take, what works, what doesn't? Sure. But key things: we've both agreed to participate in that discussion AND we both have the condition in question, AND nobody is picking at anyone else to do anything. Those discussions often end "well, that's great it works for you! Good luck with it!" and it's fine.

I'll be honest, if you could tell me tomorrow "Rain, we have a 100% certain cure for something you have" would I sign up? Fucking yes. But am I waiting around for that cure? No. Because most illnesses don't have cures. Some have treatments, and some don't. Some of us know this. I'm doing my best to live my life as it is, as I am, in this moment, and that's what I want people to understand. I want to be accepted as I am in this time, just as we all do.

#disability #chronic illness #just saying

[simpingland]

Hi 👋😊, I think I finally have some ideas

Is it okay that I can send you some more ben plunkett requests? 😌

Can I please send you my first request?

Well the reader (fem pronouns) had a nightmare and he is just comforting her and is just super sweet to her. Please just fluff and maybe friends to lovers.

I thought about these prompts from this prompt list

"Lay your head on my shoulder and try to sleep."

"I'm going to be here when you wake up."

Please? Thank you 🥺😊🫂🫶

Sorry if it's too detailed 🙈

If you have some question or want another scenario, my messages and asks are always open 😌

Study routine// Ben Plunkett x fem!reader.

Summary: exams are on the corner, you and your best friend Ben have an excuse to spend more time together, just to study, right? Right???

Exam time was a bittersweet time for you. Many looked at you strangely when you said it, considering that for others, it was a time that was simply... bitter. But not everyone could understand that for you. This time meant something more. Those were the only weeks where you could spend the whole day locked in your room with Ben Plunkett. Usually, his visits to your house were accompanied by "keep the door open", "it's time to say goodbye, show Ben out the door" or embarrassing interactions between your mother and Ben where they always ended up making fun of you. But during exam time, your parents would let Ben spend the whole day in your room, with the door closed and no distractions. The good grades that followed the end of the school year had reassured your parents, and besides, you couldn't think of a better study partner.

You were going home straight from high school, taking the long way home so you could listen to all the music you couldn't listen to during study hours.

"We should order pizza today," Ben suggested.

"No, we had hamburgers for dinner yesterday, I feel bad for spending weeks feeding myself such greasy food..." You rebutted him. Ben gave you a sideways glance before smiling and denying.

"Stop pretending you don't think it's a dream to have pizza for dinner, breakfast, and snacks."

You smiled too but folded your arms.

"You're not denying me? Too bad, it would have been funny if you had refused only to tell you that I'm already turning to go to the pizzeri."

You let out a laugh, and when you were already ordering at the counter, you took the reins, ordering everything to your liking and knowing that Ben would hold out for whatever you ordered.

"Do you pay by card or cash?" The boy at the counter asked.

"I don't know, ask Ben."

And you stepped back, letting him talk to him. Ben turned to you with a panicked face and moved his lips to tell you voicelessly that he was going to kill you.

"With cash, please."

He put down the bill and put his arm around your neck, playfully shoving you and ruffling your hair as you laughed.

Your parents greeted Ben with their usual cheerfulness, and continued watching TV when they saw that you were ready to start studying. Of course, Ben had offered to give them one of the pizzas you had ordered, which your mother loved, your father accepted, your mother flatly declined, and your father declined almost immediately.

"You're a sweetheart, Ben..." your mother had said, and so you repeated it as soon as you closed the door.

"Of course I am, I bought you pizza."

"If we had salads for dinner, I would have bought them myself."

"Yeah, but you would have made me cry... and no amount of money can heal a broken heart."

"You underestimate the amount of money I would have paid to watch you passive aggressively poke lettuce while crying in a corner."

"You would have thrown money away because you could see me like that during visits to my aunt's house during Christmas."

You laughed and tossed him pen to ask him to start concentrating. You continued the afternoon as you did during studying, introducing and explaining subjects to each other, correcting each other, and in the case of algebra, watching youtube tutorials in silence. Studying with Ben was like a library session, with its silences and repetitions. After a day with him, all the time felt rewarding, and all the learning was useful. You also liked this time because it left you no room to think about the strange feelings your best friend aroused in you, you just enjoyed and studied, the doubts would come later. The pizza was delicious, although it was already cold, and Ben told you about last weekend when he was forced to visit his grandparents. When you went back to studying, the topic you had left to solve was one of the most difficult for you.

"Do you understand it yet?" he asked you after explaining it to you for the fourth time. You nodded, but your eyes glazed over. "Hey, hey, it's okay, I can explain it again..."

"It's just that it's a very important point, and I'm going to fail it..."

"No, you're not going to fail it because I'll make sure you understand it."

You smiled at him and watched him turn a little red. Suddenly moved again by your feelings, you had to look away from him, and you became aware of the whole mess running around the room.

"I'm going to throw away the pizza cartons. Do you want something from the kitchen?" You offered.

"No, but let me help you."

He came downstairs with you, and you were both surprised at the silence in the house. Your parents were chatting quietly in the kitchen, already in their pajamas.

"Wow..." you said, looking at them quizzically, "what time is it?"

"Half past eleven, honey," said your mother.

"Well, I'd better get going then," Ben seemed startled, tossing the empty boxes in the trash and intending to start packing up.

"Ben, wait!" You asked, and he stopped. And not knowing why you had that impulse, you turned to your parents for help. Your mother understood you instantly.

"You don't have to go...stay the night" she offered and you smiled at her gratefully. Ben hesitated, glanced at your father, who nodded in passing, he'd known Ben for a long time now, and looked back at you.

"Sure, if it's no trouble at all," he said at last.

"None. I just think it's a better idea if you don't keep studying. It's important to sleep to retain, " your mother assured him, looked back at you, and winked.

"It doesn't take much convincing to get me to stop studying," Ben joked.

You went back up to your room, set up the mattress with blankets and pillows that Ben had once used from previous sleepovers. Although you didn't remember that the last time he stayed over was a few years ago, and from your bed you saw how the blanket fell short, and his feet were sticking out. You laughed at the image, and he threw a pillow at you.

"Listen to your mother, go to sleep," he scolded.

"I can't...I'm afraid of the giant teenager who has snuck into my room," you told him in a little girl voice, something you knew irritated him.

"I'm more afraid of the farts you might bomb me with at night after pizzas."

Jokingly, you turned off the light, wished each other good night, and promptly fell asleep. Or at least he did. You fell into a terrible nightmare. You were walking along the road that led to the institute, at night and alone. It was cold, and you didn't seem to get anywhere, no matter how far you walked. Suddenly, a car appeared, and as it approached, you noticed that you recognized it, Ben's car. You were glad to see him, and he seemed to see you. He was speeding up to pick you up as soon as possible, and as he was approaching, the car was going too fast, and Ben couldn't stop. He had already left you behind when he disappeared into the darkness, without hearing you call out to him, and you began to scream and cry. Then you noticed shaking, your name, and when you opened your eyes, you saw Ben, illuminated by the little light from the window.

"Hey, hey...easy...wake up, it was just a bad dream..." he whispered to you.

"Ben...thank goodness..." You soothed, hugging him, which surprised him.

"Yes, I'm here. I heard you had a nightmare about me."

"You left me alone on the road, at night..." you told him, releasing him just a little.

"Some asshole I am in your subconscious, aren't I?"

He smiles at you, and you smiled back, somewhat embarrassed that you had woken him up. He wanted to go back to his bed, but your hesitation to let go of his hand made him think you might not want to. He was right. He lay down next to you.

"I hate having nightmares. Whenever I have one, I always have a worse one afterwards."

"You'll have to risk it, you need to rest" he insisted. "Lay your head on my shoulder and try to sleep."

You looked at him with sheepish eyes, afraid to dream about him again. He smiled at you, and some of his confidence rubbed off on you. After all, they were just dreams. You would forget about them in the course of the day. Ben kissed you on the forehead, something he had never done before, before whispering something to you.

"I'm going to be here when you wake up."

You didn't have any nightmares again, in fact, you woke up rested. It was Ben who had a little more trouble waking up. You watched him for a second...yes, you were definitely a little more in love with your best friend than you thought. You had to make a great effort not to think too much about that kiss on your forehead, and you were so nervous about your exams that you didn't notice how flushed Ben was when he remembered he was sleeping in your bed, you next to him. He had memorized the smell of your hair, and feeling your weight on his had lulled him into a sweet sleep he never wanted to wake up from.

Every exam you finished was a reason to get together, always giving each other a hug that attracted the eyes of all the classmates, you reviewed the subjects without being able to avoid being distracted, and Ben loved to review outdoors because the air stirred your hair and he had an excuse to put your hair back in place. You even felt sorry for yourself on the last day of exams, Ben was going to a family meal, and you were back to eating normal food, sleeping alone and spending the evening with people who weren't your best friends. The messages were constant, but never enough. You had just finished reading the approved notes from your email when you heard Ben's car pull up in front of your house. That one subjet that worried you the most, approved. You ran to greet him, shouting your A's into the air, and Ben responded with his in return. He grabbed you as soon as you approached, squeezing you against him, full of joy.

"This deserves a reward," you said.

"Have you missed pizza as your only food as much as I have?

No, you hadn't missed the pizza. You had missed him.

"Of course I have," you lied.

You let him order at his taste that time, which surprised him. You sat at one of the smaller tables, waiting to be served.

"I'm surprised you let me have so much freedom," Ben said, half smiling, half confused.

"Well, it's just that... you've really helped me a lot, what less than letting you choose.

"Helping you with what exactly?"

"Well...studying." You felt the colours rise in your cheeks.

"Just like you helped me study."

"Well... Ben, in general, you help me with everything. You make everything so... fun."

Now he was blushing. He stood closer to you.

"I hope you know that you make everything better too..."

"I'm a little annoying, maybe."

"A little," he joked. "And I like that I'm the one who sees that side of you."

"Really?"

"I really do. I love that you dream about me, even if I'm an asshole in it."

"Don't be silly, it was a nightmare precisely because you left me alone. And I just want you to be with me."

Your tone was much more serious. Your expression made it clear that you meant it, that your gratitude was a confession.

"You know what's funny? I dream about you too. But not when I sleep...I dream awake, imagining what we will say to each other when I pick you up from home, or what we will tell each other when we go out to eat together...I dream of spending the whole day with you and I am content to be with you for a while because it is...wonderful. But no matter how much I dream, nothing is better than being able to hug you and be by your side, even if it's only for five minutes between classes."

That's when you couldn't help but jump in for a kiss, cutting the distance between you two. A tender, long kiss, it felt new and yet so recognizable, like something that should have happened a long time ago. Luckily, it had just happened. You pulled away and watched as Ben smiled, an idea formulating in his head and joked.

"Too bad we have to wait for spring exams to spend the day together again."

You pushed him back with a laugh, but he moved his chair to stand next to you and kiss you again. Everything Ben did justified the fact that the pizzas he ordered were terrible.

A/N: sorry this took fucking forever, I gave up on writing here, I had a crisis over writing smuts. But I felt bad about abandoning this cuz I started writing it with a lot of love and I really like it. I think I'll write on tumblr again. Hope you like it, so sorry for the wait.

#ben plunkett #ben plunkett x reader #milo manheim #milo manheim x reader #milo manheim x you #zombies disney #journey to bethlehem #prom pact #prom pact one shot

[hug-your-face]

Insight today while washing the lettuce and thinking of my friend who doesn't want to vote.

They are an otherwise intelligent, responsible, generous person, who appears to be socially conscious. They have worked hard and long for their position in their profession. They express concern for the planet. They get twitchy if you use too many paper towels.

But they don’t want to vote for Biden for reasons, and quote "doesn't like the whole system where the parties take turns swinging things back and forth" unquote.

I have been dumbstruck at their attitude for about two months now. I've been thrashing back and forth trying to reconcile this person I love with their attitude:

If you care abt the planet enough to conserve paper towels, don’t you care enough to stop a Repub administration from raping the land?

If you don’t like how things can swing back and forth, don't you want an administration that's going to work to shore up, rather than dismantle, more lasting democratic systems of governance?

If you understand the value of the long game, why are you only satisfied with instant results from a single election rather than viewing that election as a single move in an ongoing process?

The insight came to me as I used an extra set of paper towels to dry my lettuce:

These people are not motivated by outcomes. They are motivated by how their choices make them FEEL.

Not how the outcomes of their choices will make them feel. But how the action associated with their choices makes them feel.

In terms of outcomes for the environment, saving paper towels doesn't do shit compared to pushing for restrictions on oil companies. But using half a paper towel is an instant dopamine hit: "Ahhh, I am caring for Mother Earth. I care. I am a good person. Ahh yes that's the stuff."

This model fits for voting too. We know that The Only Votes That Count Are Those Cast. We know that Dems Go Where The Votes Are Not Where The Votes Aren't. We know that voting in every election, every time, in numbers, is a very low-effort way to contribute to moving the Overton window farther left.

But in the moment, for people who are motivated by how their action associated with their choice makes them feel... the absolute best move for their dopamine supply is to abstain: "I am NOT supporting an old fart; I am NOT supporting genocide; I am Challenging The System; I am a good person. Ahh yes, that's the stuff."

At the time, when I challenged my friend on their position, they held up their hands and said "look, I'm not saying I have any answers, I'm just saying I don’t like how the system works."

They didn't like how participating in the system made them FEEL in the moment.

For those of us who think this is madness, hey, we aren't off the hook entirely. We are basing our choices and actions off of outcomes, true. But there's probably a feeling/dopamine component in there too. "I am holding my nose and voting Blue; I am doing my part to actually affect the future even if I hate some things abt my choice; I am a good person."

So maybe the difference isn't in the motivation (my feelings and self-image) but in what motivates us (my action vs the outcome of my action).

I don't have an answer to the question at this time and this post is already long enough. But I'll think on it. And I invite you to do so as well:

For these people (who seem to be a sizable part of the population), how to outweigh the choice where their action preserves their self-image, doesn't cost them dopamine for having to take a "bad" action, and maybe even gives them a happy boost for "not being part of a flawed system?"

For these people, how to help them connect more to the outcome?

Off the cuff, I can't think of any means other than cognitive-behavioral therapy. :/

EDIT: Apparently there's a term for this and it's called Emotivism -- ethics isn't abt effects but abt feelings.

#mine #long post #psychology #cognitive psychology #affective cognitive #ethics #politics #environment #ref

[detydia]

Heyy! I wanted to request a dean x reader wvere she is insecure sbout eatkng and all that stuff, so mostly cute fluff and comforz maybe?❤️

Hi!! Of course, hope it will make you smile ❤️ @deanwinchesterwifesstuff

You had always been a woman of strength and resilience, but there were days when insecurities crept into your mind like unwelcome guests. As you sat in a cozy diner on a chilly evening, the scent of freshly brewed coffee lingering in the air, you picked at your salad, pushing the lettuce around with your fork.

Dean noticed your hesitation. He furrowed his brow, concern etched in his features. He knew these moments all too well, when you struggled with your body image and relationship with food.

"Hey, what's going on?" Dean asked, reaching across the table to gently rest his hand on yours.

You looked up, a faint smile gracing your lips. "Oh, it's nothing, just not very hungry."

Dean's eyes narrowed, knowing you well enough to see through the facade. "Y/N," he said, his tone serious, "you don't have to pretend with me. I can tell when something's bothering you."

You sighed, setting your fork down and finally meeting his eyes. "It's just... I'm feeling a bit insecure today. I know it's silly, but..."

He cut you off gently, his voice firm but comforting. "It's not silly. And I wish you wouldn't feel this way, but I understand. But you have to know, you're beautiful just the way you are. Every part of you."

You nodded, grateful for his understanding. "I appreciate that, Dean. It's just a battle I sometimes face, you know?"

Dean squeezed your hand reassuringly. "I know, sweetheart. But we face these battles together. You're not alone in this. We can work through it."

You felt a sense of relief wash over you. Having someone who understood and supported you made a world of difference. "Thank you," you whispered.

Your conversation gradually shifted to lighter topics, but Dean's protectiveness lingered like a warm embrace. He made sure to encourage you to enjoy your meal, to savor each bite. He reminded you that food was not the enemy, that nourishing your body was an act of self-care and self-love.

***

Later, as you walked down the dimly lit streets, you hesitated near a bakery. The aroma of freshly baked goods was irresistible.

"Want something?" Dean asked, noticing your pause.

You hesitated, old insecurities threatening to show their ugly heads. Dean, sensing your struggle, stepped closer and gently tilted your chin up to meet his gaze.

"You're amazing just the way you are," he reminded you, his eyes unwavering. "And if you want a treat, you should have it. No guilt."

Your eyes softened, grateful for his unwavering support. "Alright. Let's get something."

Dean smiled, and together you walked into the bakery, hand in hand. As you perused the delightful assortment of treats, he kept his arm protectively around you, a silent reassurance that he was there, always.

After some contemplation, you chose a small pastry that looked absolutely delicious. Dean ordered it for you, and you shared it and continued your leisurely stroll through the night.

#dean winchester fic #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #fluff #supernatural dean #dean fluff #dean winchester #dean winchester x you #dean x reader fluff #spn #supernatural

[two-white-butterflies]

parallel lines | d. targaryen | part one

Description: An ordinary middle school teacher moves to a desolate town with her fiancee. After suffering episodes of vivid nightmares, she realizes that his uncle looks exactly like the man in her dreams.

Pairings: daemon targaryen/reader, aemond targaryen/reader

Trope: Reincarnation

(A rewrite of 'Waiting for a Bus')

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<previous part

"You're in the wind, I'm in the water. Nobody's son and nobody's daughter." - Chemtrails Over the Country Club, Lana Del Rey.

(Targaryen's Residence, Dragonview. September 15, 2007)

Viserys places his cigarette on the ash tray, carefully browsing through his morning newspaper. "Our boy is a little weak, don't you think." he interrupted his wife's Lauds. Alicent's eyebrows furrowed, walking away from her hour of prayer. "Weak?" she inquired and he nods. Not even bothering to stare at her - only at his newspaper.

"He does not act the ways a boy should. He spends his time with Helaena, and I detest your girl very much." he stated, looking down upon his own children. A piece of Alicent's heart shatters. Who was this man that she married? "Our Helaena? She is bright beyond her years, I understand why Aemond prefers her." she defended.

Once again, she was a girl - gulping the grief of a woman scorned. "Don't you think that Aemond should spend time with children of his own gender? We live in a society, Alicent. You wouldn't recognize it, as you are privileged enough to turn a blind eye. Helaena must be perfect. She is a girl, but our sons - they must be strong. Our sons are the pillars of this family. Aemond is weak. Tenderhearted, loving, kind. He'd have an easier life being the opposite of that." he explained.

Alicent settles her rosary on the pew.

"Our sons are the pillars of this family? You say that while your daughter stands to inherit everything." she gritted her teeth.

"You ask for too much of me," he continues reading the paper. "And you give me so little, Viserys." she responded - glaring at him. "I cannot give our children the company. I wasn't the one who created it." he enunciated. "Aemma founded it but you made it prosper. Rhaenyra has money of her own, her husband owns half of Canada, but what about our children?" she frowned.

Viserys takes a deep breath, he settles the newspaper on his lap. "I'm not the only shareholder. If I divide it up into four pieces - there won't be enough to go around." he answers, not feeling the slightest of remorse for his children with Alicent. "- but there is another shareholder. Aemma's best friend." he looked at the vast horizon.

"I will deal with it, Alicent. If it makes you happy." he grumbled.

Another person's life had the same worth as a red fire-ant.

Easily murdered, and without any consequence.

(St. Joseph the Worker's School in Dragonstone. January 3, 2023)

"The island may look small, but theres four thousand citizens that live here. A quarter of whom are children." Rhaenyra took a bite out of her crostini. "Oh, that's why there are three sections in every grade." you chuckle, playing with the lettuce of your salad.

Dragonstone was the same size as Taipei.

Normally in these parts of the province, there were few buildings - then vast farmlands that stretched as far as the eye could see. To your surprise, there was a main city - with two hospitals and a functioning mall. Economy seemed to be booming in this little island.

"Yeah, we always seem to shock everyone with our numbers. I hope that the pay is good." she smiles and you nod. "It's decent - actually bigger than what they paid me in my internships." you affirmed. "You must be very smart to be teaching three grades in your first year." she complimented and you blushed.

"I can't be the judge of that," you played with the pendant on your necklace. "Humble, I like you." she smiled - returning back to her lunch.

jacejacejace posted to his story!

caption: my uncle is back in town, if ur above 20 hmu. he's single.

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LucerysGaming: 💀u should be embarrassed to call yourself a Velaryon - jacejacejace: who asked?

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It was seven o'clock when you left the building. Aemond was there - waiting for you. There wasn't a sliver of annoyance in his face. You were reminded of how lucky you were to have him. "Was I too long?" you asked and he reached for your handbag. "No," he placed a kiss on your forehead - then turning around to place your bag on the backseat. While he was doing all that - you feel a hand on your shoulder. "Rhae," you turned to look at her.

"I'm really sorry for the kid's noise during your math class. Their energy levels were really high after P.E." she apologized, eyes trailing towards the man behind you. She clenched her fist. "Aemond," she greeted in a passive-aggressive tone. "Rhaenyra," he enunciated every letter - as if he was mocking her.

She couldn't stand him. She couldn't bare to look at the man that stole everything from her in her past life. "You didn't tell us that you were visiting?" she tiptoed around the subject. You stare at them back and forth, "- you know each other?" your voice raises a single decibel. "He's my brother." Rhaenyra confirms with a chuckle.

She doesn't remember him much in this life - he was born when she was eighteen. Already bedded and wedded to her high-school sweetheart. The silence breaks and a mask enters your boyfriend's face. "Rhaenyra, she's my girlfriend. (Your Name), my sister." he introduced the both of you, and you shake hands again.

"I didn't know that you had a girlfriend," her eyes narrowed, bitterness dripping from her tongue. "I never imagined seeing you with a woman." Rhaenyra adds and Aemond could only scoff. He knew what it meant. Rhaenyra found him to be unlovable. "Surprise," he stared at her blankly.

His sister tears her attention away from Aemond. "I wanted to invite you to dinner - there's no classes on Wednesday. It's something that me and the grade school staff do." she explained and you nod. "Of course, I'd be glad to join." you confirmed, feeling Aemond pinch the curve of your spine. "That's all," she turns around and he pulls you away from his sister.

"Did you have to agree?"

"We'll talk about this when we get home, Aem." you roll your eyes.

You were annoyed with him - how could he not tell you the names of his siblings? You only knew Aegon and Helaena. You weren't even aware that he had another sister. He takes a deep breath, starting the car's engine and putting on that face of innocence.

DaemonTargaryen.phd: I had an amazing conversation with HRH Prince Harry last weekend. I told him that I'll bring my Megan next time 🤣.

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LucerysGaming: the megan in question: Caraxes 🐶

jacejacejace: handsome ... prince harry is so handsome

"Are you done posting?" Rhaenyra peeked over her uncle's shoulders. "I feel like I might die," he gasped while leaning on the leather seats of her car. "- of all the people in the world. She had to be with him. I wouldn't even be mad at her if she dated Gerald Butler. But that cu-" he was about to curse but she interrupts him.

"Do not say that word, we got into trouble the last time you said that." she reminded and he rolled his eyes. "I think he killed her, he held a dagger to her neck. I didn't see - that bitch Alys stabbed me." he cursed again, opening his flask and taking a sip of his whiskey.

"I don't think he remembers,"

"He does - his green witch made sure, just as my wife did." he fumed. What game was Aemond Targaryen playing? Why did he have to take everything that Daemon desired? "He thinks that it is a prosaic task, but by the gods is he stupid?" Daemon chuckled.

He takes his attention off you - and into the car. "Why aren't we going anywhere?" he inquired. "We have to wait for my kids." she snapped.

"There's a reason why they have a father." he sassed.

"- you can start complaining when you get your license back." she smiled teasingly, before opening her phone and browsing through social media.

"You are aware that Jace is selling you to his followers, right?"

"That little cunt."

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[thelittlestgrove]

🦉 Caregiver Halsin Headcanons 🌲

🐻 General Headcanons 🪵

bear hugs all the time !!

he trusts you to make sure you'll tell him about anything he needs to know about :)

He's always making sure you're comfortable !! not the most experienced with kiddos, but he's great with them nonetheless :)

always makes sure you come first !!

on days where he can't be with his little one while they go on adventuring, he packs you a lunch made from your favorite foods he tried to recreate 😭 they're always delicious, even if they don't present very well <3

on the same note, he guarantees you're healthy 24/7!! he sneaks veggies & fruits into your food whenever he can, and he makes them taste very delicious and look very cute :3 like a rabbit made of lettuce, olives and cucumbers!!

very paternal cg !! <3

for deaf little ones, he'd 100% learn sign language for them !!

mute little ones r no problem either !! Halsin has good experience with disabled folks in his grove, esp disabled kiddos, so whatever you need, he's up for the task :3

blind little ones get service birds to help them navigate the world <33

he's very attentive when playfighting !! afterwards, he makes sure you're not hurt, & he always has a water bottle on hand if you're thirsty from the playfighting :3

🍂 Little Carer Headcanons 🍄

he is very big & very strong !! So big & so strong that he can cradle his little one in his arms to help them sleep (or meditate :3)

in the grove, he got you a special room to regress in so you can have peace & quiet <33

also, he's excellent with nv/sv little ones, & little ones that have sensory issues !! He's v v understanding and will do his absolute best to get you sensory-friendly toys, he'd even try to make flashcards with words for nv/sv little ones <3

🌿 Pet Carer Headcanons 🌷

he is an expert on animals of all kinds!! He is 'researching' a 'mysterious new kind of creature' that is 'the most adorable and fearsome and cute animal he's ever seen' (babysitting you when you're regressed) <33

he'll get you all the best stuff for your regression !! the most accurate gear, the most delicious treats, the chewiest chew toys- everything !! he makes them all himself too, if he knows how too <33

for bear regressor littles, he'll wildshape into a bear with them while his little one is regressed & he'll be their papa bear!! :3

my requests are always open !!

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[i-have-a-goal]

I had said a few days ago I would be posting my tips on how I lose weight the fastest & how i got it done being in sports that enabled this ♡ so here I go:

Btw- just need to say this quickly- I don't condone this and get help if you are able to ♡ much luv

Okay with that here it is teehee:

☆ Okay so When I was in wrestling, we had to make sure we made weight- no if . If you were 6 lbs over then you had to find a way to lose 6lbs by Saturday. When I was put in this situation, some of the girls would 🤮 of course, but I wasn't a fan of the taste so I def took alternative routes such as

1. Calorie Deficit= DUH. Obv. Duh. For safety reasons I'm going to say 1,400 max (which isn't much In real life lol) but I would eat around 800-1,200 max for this. I wouldn't really say I watch what I eat, but I'm also not just downing pure doritos and mountain due. I'll have chips but I'll also eat fruits.

2. Working out/ cardio= I know.. it's a bummer isn't it? But I'm being 1000% honest with you, calorie deficit combined with hot cardio is the key to losing weight quickly. This is what we all did to make sure we were at the correct weight within 7 days. And it's not walk around the block or sit on the floor and do donkey kicks either... it doesn't have to be extremely intense, but you do want to make sure you're sweating the whole time. ☆ bonus points for putting on 2-3 jackets and pajama pants or hot sweats when u workout!! It does a lot of the job for you. For me, my go to would be using the treadmill (I don't even run girl I have it on level 3 and do this for 30 mins while listening to music and day dreaming about my cute skinny future self- and I still sweat like crazy) I also do the same thing on a indoor bike. Like I said, it doesn't have to be sprints or anything crazy , just something that keeps you moving enough to be hot = sweat. Think of jumping Jacks, planks, butterfly kicks, ladder climbs, etc. Also if you have a jacket with a Hoodie, def tie the hoodie secured so u can sweat more! It works I promise.

3. if you have the time, try to workout whatever you just ate sooner than later. For example, ate an apple? That's 95 cals, nothing a 25 minute walk can't burn off 👍🏻

4. DRINK YOUR WATER. I know everyone says it BUT there's a reason they do okay. Water keeps your lips hydrated and soft. Water will keep your body hydrated, water will help keep you full (to an extent if im going to be honest) if you feel hungry after drinking water, try sucking or chewing on ice- water's cousin ♡ they go hand in hand. Also- I add chia seeds to my water for the fiber and mint leaves with lemon and Cucumber in another ( I have different cups) the mint drink helps with bad breath (from not eating) AND speeds your metabolism = lose weight faster. I also drink green tea for the same benefits + 0 calories so yay ♡

5. FOOD EXAMPLES. Chances are, If you're too focused on how hungry you are and how much it sucks that you can't have fatty foods- you'll break. You won't succeed. So let's make it as beautiful as we can. By that I mean the dishes you make. Some popular dishes we would do within the sport was 6-8 leafs of big crunchy Romaine lettuce with lemon and salt over them. That's around 10-15 calories. Another one was thin slices of tomatoes with salt. Get creative and add seasoning if needed ✨️ if you like spicy food then you're in luck cause adding spice to anything fills u up quicker:-) a good spicy choice I do is steamed garbanzo beans with tapatio. Another good (non spicy) option is steamed artichoke with light Mayo! Get fancy here guys yall can steam so many vegetables and have so many nice looking meals 😊

6. STAY CONSISTENT = I know it's easier said than done, but when you're about to grab that pizza, understand that you're conscious enough to make the decision to not eat it. If your body is fighting with your brain, then you have to trick one of them. Yes, be delulu. Tell yourself it isn't good. Tell yourself the pizza is just another thick slab of grease with artificial cheese over it. Think of how you'll feel once you eat it. Think of the grease lard and calories you're shoving down your throat. Convince yourself it's disgusting. Eventually, you will find it disgusting. And this can work the opposite way as well ✨️ glorify thin slices of fruit. The satisfying way it feels to eat low calorie naturally sweetened fruits from earth. Same with veggies and water and anything 0 calories.

If I have any other advice ( which I'm sure I do I can't just think at the moment!! Smh) then I'll be posting them on this account so follow me for more content but if there's 1 thing to take from all this, it's this:

Self-discipline & self-control

So many of us don't get to our goal weights because of these 2 right here. Find the self control to not eat the food your family brought home. Find the self discipline to carry on your good habits of eating minimal & healthy and gradually make your way to the end goal ✨️

I believe in you all! We got this, one day at a time 💕

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[greatcheshire]

i think you've alluded a few times to the weird food situation you had in your upbringing, so i was wondering if you ever talked at length about that? if not, would you be comfortable saying like, what the heck was up with it? if not thats totally fine, i know it's probably a tough subject, but i will admit i am intrigued.

I believe I've talked about it before, but probably through scattered posts and what not, so I don't mind explaining it! If anything just so I have something to link to when people ask lol

CW: abuse I guess? Idk if this counts for abuse or not but just for safety's sake

Basically I wasn't really exposed to a lot of food as a young child. Like I was a picky eater at a young age, which isn't that unique, but my mom wouldn't pressure me to step out of my comfort zone at all and try anything else (vegetables, bread, most food) and instead resort to whatever I already liked. By the time I was five, this had evolved into my mom rarely, if ever, cooking anything for me and my sister, with her often just getting me fast food nuggets or me having to cook whatever a five year old could easily make and would want to make (aka a lot of microwave pizzas, dinosaur nuggets, hot dogs, and mozzarella sticks. She would give me Twinkies for breakfast, though, as they were "a source of bread so they're healthy"). As a result of this, even if I did want to try new foods, I was often unable to, as they weren't in the house or not something I could easily prep or understand myself.

This evolved once again around the time I was in middle school when my mom had me placed on a very restrictive diet in order to present a legal case for the court regarding my custody, treatment, and physical and mental health. She worked with my doctor at the time to put me on a diet where the only restriction was I couldn't eat anything over 7% saturated fat, which quickly showed to be a flawed system, as it meant I could eat as many cookies as I wanted but wasn't allowed a single yogurt cup. As part of this diet, my mom basically refused to buy any food for me that wasn't cinnamon rolls or Ritz crackers dipped in ranch dressing. So for a few years, so long as I was at my mom's, I was eating either cinnamon rolls or Ritz with ranch for three meals a day, minus the days I could sneak out and secretly use money to buy myself lunch somewhere. I remember one time she had me take a glucose test (where you have to fast and then get your blood drawn every hour for, like, 8 hours) and refused to get me anything real to eat afterwards so I chugged a few Vitamin Waters and ate Ritz crackers with ranch dressing in the hopes that it would help the woozy feeling that comes with having so much blood drawn after fasting.

When I was 14 my mom died and I was now living with my dad full time and at this point my palate began to expand, mainly due to my stepmom encouraging/pressuring me to try things that weren't just chicken tenders, cheese sticks, hot dogs, or pizza. However, I wasn't fully out of the clear yet, as my dad is also a picky, meat and potatoes kinda guy. So while I was trying more and more foods, it was a lot of stuff like pork chops or ribs or brisket or steak. Still good things to try! But not a lot of variety, especially for a family that doesn't eat non-American foods except for Taco Bell and doesn't keep fruits or vegetables in the house. Furthermore, I also had the point where despite being a teenager, being kept away from so much food for so long made me sort of averse to even breaking that barrier. Why try bread at this point when I'm 15 and know that I don't like it? What if I have it and it's gross? What if I finally do try lettuce and it makes me sick? Even when I did try things, a lot of it tasted so differently from what my tastebuds were used to that it was hard to learn to actually like it. This is something I still struggle with, to be honest: how to determine if I actually don't like the taste of something or if's just a new taste I've never experienced before.

It would kinda stay stagnant like this until I was 19, just finishing up my first year in college and about to go into my second. And as we all know, college is the time for discovery and experimentation, which in this case meant trying bread. I don't know why I started branching out into more foods then. I think I had just gotten so tired of eating the same thing every day, especially now that I was on my own in a dorm, that I wanted to at least try some new things, especially if I had a dining hall I could just grab things from. I still didn't explore THAT much, if I'm being honest with myself, but from that point on, at least I started to eat bread and burgers and sandwiches and wasn't totally adverse to the idea anymore.

My food exploration kinda slowed down in my later years in college, mainly because I didn't have the dining hall plan anymore and was low on cash and, well, when you have so little money, you're going to stick with safe food choices because if you spend $10 on a new dish and you hate it, well, guess you're out of dinner money now. But thankfully this year, through friends and travel and my own volition, I've started trying more and more things, trying to adapt to a "I'll try whatever" mentality (unless it has nuts in it because wow I hate nuts so much). It took a while, and I'm still learning and dealing with things, but I've come to realize that I don't need to fear food anymore, and now that I have my own place with my own income, I can purchase and try whatever I want to and don't have to worry about any outside pressure one way or the other. It's been a struggle. But it's getting better.

I hope that clears things up! I'm sure there's probably still questions and maybe this doesn't make sense at all but I hope fills in some gaps, at the very least.

#CW: abuse #i think idk #also #food post

[dee-the-red-witch]

Would you do me the kindness of reading this thing I wrote?

I walk out to the edge of the lake and stare at the burning horizon, a perfect autumn evening. I watch the Canada geese cut a V across the sky. He walks up behind me, laces his fingers with mine. Today is the last day I will see him for a very long time. He is going to college in another state. I am going to apprentice as a welder. We hold each other closely and appreciate the feeling of one another's palms, the way the joints and lumps don't quite line up comfortably but fit all the better for it. It is three years later. I've got some time off, and I call ahead to tell him I am coming to visit. He has a little time, too; classes haven't gotten too busy, and he's in the planning stages with the group he intends to collaborate with for his senior research. He is always ahead of the curve, where as I always feel like I'm playing catch-up. But today, I have caught him, and we stand at the edge of the duck pond. His hands feel the same; mine have grown hard and calloused, but he doesn't mind. We embrace, and we feed little bits of corn and lettuce to the birds. He says they get too much bread, that they get fat and that the uneaten bits rot in the water. I'm happy to hear him speak. There is no place more comfortable that we could share than the crunchy brown leaves that cover the grass. Another three years have passed. We were supposed to reunite after he earned his Bachelor's, but he got a research offer out on the coast he couldn't pass up. I understand; I got a good job in Detroit, fixing all manner of things for cheap and commuting to help with sculptural projects at all manner of art school in the area. A welder's work is always needed. Today, he's very busy, but we've made time anyway; he's in his last year of his Master's program, we hope — the research is promising, and he doesn't mind teaching so much. I ask if the next college he studies at will have an arts program; maybe I can go to school there, too, and stay closer to him. He hopes so too. We are at a little bar in the gay district of the city he works and researches in; it's nice, and we're the only couple our age; everyone is fresh as morning dew or seasoned and glad for space to be. I have a ring in my pocket; I've been meaning to give it to him for too long. I made it myself, with help from a few art students, who I can't stop talking about him to. It's autumn again; we only seem to meet in autumn. He sips his hot drink. I get ready to go on one knee. But I do not. He has beaten me to it. He takes a knee next to the table and pulls out his own ring, and he asks me to put it on my finger. I say I will, and I do, and it's a little tight, but he says we'll get it fit. My hands are calloused from the work; he still remembers them as they were six years ago, soft and delicate, laced between his own as we watched the geese flying south and the sun set behind the trees at the far side of the lake on the most perfect of autumn evenings there ever was.

I have to admit, I nearly cried the first time I read over this one before recording it. Anyways, again, it's beautiful- thanks for letting me do it.

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