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Pink Scarf - PART 17 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: kinda

(Read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist!)

Prompt: You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years.  [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: SEXXX. Verbal Abuse. Assault, both sexual and physical. Blood. Violence. ANGST. Cussing. Infidelity. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline. Priscilla doesn't exist in this timeline.  

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)        ||     Word Count: 10k

A/N: PREPARE YOURSELVES, cuz this is an INTENSE roller coaster ride, y'all. Also, PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS. I'm not gonna say much else, other than this is a beast and I cannot wait to hear the unhinged responses after. And thank you for your patience!

As always, to all my babies, honeys, and lil' mamas supporting me out there, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL and your reactions, reblogs, messages, asks, and comments you've given me have been a blessing beyond expression. You all are the best community a writer could ask for! Thank you so much for your support. I am loving getting to know y'all better! I love every single reaction and comment and ask, and I'm sorry if I don't get back to them all as soon as I'd like but know that I love you all and am so excited to be making new friends! And a big "Hey, Y'all!" to our friends from Elvis Twitter, Elvis Discord, and Elvis Instagram--I see and appreciate you coming over to join us! 👀💋

If you feel so moved, please let me know what you think or how you're feeling (or send me asks)! I think I put everyone on the taglist who requested it, but please let me know if there are any issues or if I missed anyone. There seem to be some issues with tagging that I can't seem to fix, so please know I'm not leaving you out intentionally! Also, if you comment on a previous part that you want to be tagged, I might not always see it, so feel free to message me if I miss you!

I imagined this with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat! 

Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch. 

(I did start cross-posting Pink Scarf to my long-neglected AO3 account (which some of you already discovered!), so if you are so inclined, you can check it out over there!)

“You need me?” you question him, honestly taken aback by the sentiment, even though he has said it before. It’s just still so hard for you to believe that a man like this needs a woman like you. Running your fingers through the soft, damp hair at the nape of his neck, you look at him with wide eyes.

“Yeah, baby, I do. I really do,” Elvis says, wrapping his arms tight around you and pulling you close. His head buries in your neck, in your hair, breathing you in.

“Show me,” you whisper in his ear, surprised by your own boldness. But his declarations have you some kind of way and that coil is still like hot coals smoldering in your belly. You feel his body stiffen against you, knowing that he is even more stubborn than you and doesn’t want to give in to you just yet.

You run your hands over his exposed chest and under the deep V of the fabric, grazing over his nipple with your fingernails. He twitches and jumps under your touch, despite his efforts to stay neutral.

“I need you,” you breathe, pitching your voice up the slightest bit as you look into his eyes. And you do. You desperately need him, in every way. If you could crawl inside of him, you would. You need to believe his promises are true, that he will take care of you and be everything you need. You need him to show you.

This must read on your face, because he cannot seem to mask his response this time, his azure eyes widening and pupils dilating.

“Take care of me,” you say, your voice nearly a whine.

That’s the ticket. “Fuck, okay…yeah, let me take care of ya,” Elvis breathes in your mouth as his lips find yours, your sins forgotten for the moment, if not forgiven completely. His lips devour yours and your hands can’t get enough of him, starved from before when he had you tied up. They roam over his chest, wind around his neck and into his hair before scraping down his back and clawing at his waist.

Elvis pulls back for a moment and surveys the space in the room. You can see his wheels turning, then how his lips curve up in a smile as he figures out how he wants you. He leaves you hanging for a moment as he pulls a chair right in front of a huge, floor length mirror. Sitting in the chair, his legs spread wide, he beckons you to him.

“Come sit on my lap, baby,” he purrs at you, and you immediately obey, settling on one of his strong thighs and burying your head into that deliciously long neck of his. The salt of his sweat stains your lips. His strong scent surrounds you, magnifying your need for him. You suddenly feel very small in his arms in addition to that need. He seems to sense this, letting you first cuddle into him a bit before winding his large hand below your jaw and peppering kisses down your neck.

“Gonna be a good girl and do as I tell ya?” Elvis asks, his voice low and gravely as he grabs your chin.

You nod. He truly fucked the fight right out of you before, over there against the wall.

“That’s my girl. Now turn and face the mirror for me,” he says, guiding your hips to swivel in his lap. He pulls your dress up and over your waist, leaving you in your lacy panties. You feel a little self-conscious looking at yourself perched on his lap like this, your cheeks a flaming shade of red. You are very close to the mirror, too close. But you watch as your eyes go wide when he grabs your inner thighs, spreading them open with his large hands while sliding his strong thighs in between to keep yours apart.

The lacy fabric of your already-soaked underwear strains as he massages your legs from your knees to your hips. The groping shoots fire through you and you press back into his lap, encouraging him to continue. When he ghosts over your core, it steals your breath away, and you are so incredibly ready for whatever he has to give you.

“Let get these off,” he says, tapping your clit over your panties and causing you to jump with the sensation. Nearly frantic, you shuck them down and off with lightning speed, along with your heels. Elvis chuckles, spreading you open even further when you sit back in his lap. Your muscles strain with the stretch, but you don’t care.

“Be a good girl and put your feet up on the mirror for me,” he instructs, and albeit confused, you do as you’re told. “Nice and wide for me, honey. Yeah, just like that.” He scoots your hips down a bit as you adjust and cradles your upper body with his, his head resting over your shoulder, looking at you both in the mirror. You are completely exposed and utterly vulnerable before him once again.

“Now look at that,” he breathes almost reverently, “You’re stunning, in every way.” You both watch in the mirror as he runs his fingers down your face, your jaw, then over your body. You shiver in his lap, earning his famous lopsided smile in return.

Elvis gets more serious as his fingers reach your core. “But ain’t this the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he whispers in your ear, running his pointer finger ever-so-lightly over your folds as you watch. The combination of sensation and the visual you are not used to seeing has you squirming in his lap, aching. He locks his other arm around your pelvis, pressing you against him and immobilizing you.

“Be good, baby. You promised,” he says in your ear, and you watch yourself nod furiously, stilling. He commences his lecture. “I wantcha to see what I see, baby. Look at how pretty and red you are for me like this, all slick and swollen and needy,” he says, watching intently, hungrily, as his finger grazes your lower lips, up one side and down the other. You whine and grip his arm for purchase, feeling like he is calling all the blood in your body to gather in your cunt. It feels heavy and pulsing, burning with need for him.

Elvis brushes up to your clit. “Hmm, one of my favorite little spots,” he hums, circling it softly, making you keen as you lean back into him. Then, obscenely, he uses his first two fingers to spread your lips apart. “Christ, baby, look at that,” he says, voice filled with lust and awe, “You’re fuckin’ weeping for me.”

Your eyes travel down to your exposed hole, and sure enough, you are literally dripping with arousal, both yours and his. It glistens as it gathers, a slow, eager little drop sliding out. You cannot stifle the low moan that escapes your lips at the erotic nature of this little show, your pussy buzzing with heat and want, on display for all to see.

Elvis senses you need more, and he lets your folds wrap around his long middle finger, dragging it up and down through your slick as you watch.

“Oh, god,” you sigh, thankful for the friction, your hips automatically rolling for him.

“Touch yourself, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll help you,” he says, moving your hand over your mound and guiding your fingers in slow circles over your clit before he returns to rubbing in between your slick lower lips. The wonderful combination makes your eyes flutter closed and your head fall back onto his shoulder.

“Nuh uh! Eyes open!” Elvis nudges you, and your eyes pop open. “I want you to watch yourself come, baby. I need you to see what I see.” He smiles, and it’s almost boyish in its mischievousness.

It’s not going to take much, considering how primed that coil was before you even sat down, and how strangely erotic this whole scene is. How it’s making you feel lightheaded and buzzy and hot all over. You begin to work your clit furiously, watching as Elvis runs his fingers over then through your sopping, swollen folds. When he dips one long finger, then another into your weeping hole while you watch, the string of curses that leaves your lips is utterly filthy.

Your senses are overloading, which you imagine was his intention. The sight of you swallowing his fingers so needily, so readily, your arousal shining, the wet suckling sound coming from your cunt as he expertly works his fingers in and out of you pushes you headlong to the edge. Coupled with this and your barrage on your clit, you hit your climax hard with a loud cry, pressing your heels into the mirror with such force, you’re afraid you might crack it.

“Look, look, look, baby,” he pants, forcing your focus back to him, back to what he’s doing to you. “Look at how you flutter around me!” He’s right; you watch, mesmerized as your hole clenches at his fingers through your orgasm, and fuck if that isn’t amazingly hot.

You whimper at the sight, shuddering and panting at the exertion. He chooses that moment to curl his fingers, pressing that special spot inside you that is only his, and another wave of pleasure shoots through you so strongly that you lose your breath. You crest the hill again, stars shooting through you, forgetting that you ever came here to break this off, to run away from him.

There is a wild, desperate look in your eyes that you’ve never seen before as you writhe against him in your ecstasy, keeping you fucking down onto his fingers even though you are sore from before. You can’t stop the waves that keep crashing over you, engulfing every inch of you as you watch it happen before your eyes.

And Elvis looks gorgeous, those blue eyes flashing with his magnetic sexual energy, his pouty lips open and pink and panting right along with you. He is hard again, his length pressing into your spine through his suit as you furiously roll on his fingers, and you can feel him begin to shudder underneath you. You know he gets off on watching and this is quite the show. You rock your hips more deliberately now, feeling the length of him slide between your ass cheeks, and he groans.

“Am I gonna make you come in your pants, E? Gonna make a mess for me?” you mewl seductively, wanting to push him over the edge, too. “You like watching me get off on your fingers, don’t you?”

“Jesus, baby, yes,” he moans, “but I need to watch you come again. Come with me, honey.”

You’re not sure you can. You are overstimulated and over stretched and near hysterical with pleasure. Your heart is thrumming so fast you can barely breathe.

“You can do it. I’ve got you. Let me take care of you, baby. Watch me take care of you,” he pants heavy in your ear, his eyes glassy, unable to take his eyes off your pussy. He moves his hips in tandem with yours now, then without warning, slides a third finger inside you.

Your eyes are glued to the mirror, seeing just how well you take him. You automatically adjust to him, and he works you as only he knows how. You work your clit and grit your teeth as you feel that coil poised to spring again.

“E-El-El-vis…F-f-fuckkk!” you cry breathlessly, coming completely undone around him again.

“Oh, fuck, honey…GodDAMN!” he groans into you simultaneously as he slams his hips up with a violent shudder that matches your own. You can feel the heat pulse under you, dampening the fabric of his suit.

But you continue to shake and shiver on top of him, your orgasm ripping through you, stealing everything you have left, draining every ounce of energy from your reserves, which isn’t much considering the insanity of the last 24 hours. You sense much too late that your body cannot keep up. Your heart is too fast, your breathing too labored, and your muscles too weak.

You shouldn’t be surprised, then, when your body goes limp, the blood drains from your head with a cold rush, and the world goes dim and then black.

*

“Y/n! Y/n! Jesus, Satnin, c-come on baby, w-w-wake up!” you hear Elvis’ panicked voice from far away, but you are so very tired and just want to sleep, thinking maybe it’s a dream.

…no, no! Oh, God, don’t—please don’t go. I-I lo…The faraway echo of long-ago words in this too familiar panicked voice fades away like a dream. You slip back into darkness.

It’s the piercing fear in his voice when he calls your name again that has you finally coming back into yourself. You blink a few times, willing the world to come back into focus, confused.

“O-oh, shit. Oh, t-thank God,” Elvis breathes. He is right above you, his eyes bright and flooded with fear, near tears.

“Wh—what happened?” you murmur, feeling buzzy and strange, and like things aren’t moving fast enough.

“You scared the shit outta me is w-what happened!” he looks down at you, now placed on the couch, his eyes quickly shifting from fear to anger. “You—you just fuckin’ collapsed!”

Your eyebrows furrow as you try to remember what happened. You’d come here to break up with him, to tell him you were leaving…then you argued. Then you fucked. The mirror.

Oh, god, had you passed out from coming too hard?

You start to giggle at that, uncontrollably.

“Baby, what the fuck? It’s not fuckin’ funny!” Elvis fumes, leaning over you.

That just makes you laugh more. “I came…s-so h-hard I p-passed out!” you hiccup out.

“That’s not normal!” he cries, throwing his hands up in the air.

Another peal of laughter at the absurdity of it rolls through you. He’s not wrong, but whatever is happening to you seems to be overpowering your sense of self-control.

“Are you on something?” he asks suddenly, grabbing your jaw to get you to focus. He looks over you carefully and then a flash of horror comes over him at what you assume is the thought that he’s somehow taken advantage of you.

“N-no, of course not,” you finally manage to get out. You are shivering now though, and suddenly freezing. “S-something’s not r-right,” you finally chatter out.

“No shit,” Elvis mumbles, eyes narrowed, obviously trying to figure out what’s wrong with you. “Baby, when was the last time you ate?” he asks.

You blink at that, trying to run through the last day in your mind, but all the days have been running together. You honestly don’t know.

“I-It’s been at least a day, I think,” you finally eek out. “Maybe l-longer?”

“’Maybe longer?’ Goddammit, y/n, you can’t just go without fuckin’ eating!” he yells, getting up from the couch and storming over to the phone at the other end of the room. You hear him ordering someone to bring food immediately as you attempt to sit up, but your dizziness has you lying back down quickly.

Yeah, well, maybe if I wasn’t in a constant swarm of emotional and physical upheaval for the last week, I would remember to eat, but who’s fault is that?

Elvis slams down the phone and paces back over to you. “When was the last time you slept, y/n?” he angrily asks now, his eyes a churning gray-blue, as he pulls your dress down modestly and throws one of his plush robes over you.

“Um, on the r-roof,” you get out.

“Christ, that was barely sleep,” he mumbles, obviously frustrated as he continues to pace the room. “You have to take better care of yourself, y/n!” he erupts.  

You recoil a bit but are touched by his anger, knowing it is fueled by concern. But you are also annoyed because it isn’t all your fault.

“Well, I’ve been a b-bit busy,” you manage.

“Not that fuckin’ busy!”

He’s not getting it. You shake your head, tears coming to your eyes.

“Th-this is part of the problem, E. I’ve been burning the candle at both ends, I’ve been so s-stressed, I don’t know which way is up…” you shiver out.

He halts. Your words must be sinking in because the blood drains from his face and you’re suddenly afraid he might pass out.

“This is because of me,” he finally says. The way he phrases it, you’re not sure if it’s a question or statement.

“It’s not—” you start, not wanting him to spiral more than he already is.

“Goddammit, you’ve been tellin’ me you’re strugglin’, and I been yammerin’ at you to trust me to take care of you and then I did the opposite. Shit,” he curses. “I’m so sorry, baby.” Elvis deflates onto the couch next to you and pulls you into his arms, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, your eyelids.

You are too tired to respond other than to brush the errant tear that runs down his cheek with your thumb. You wish you could see this sensitive side of him more often.

“Okay, here’s what’s gonna happen: I’m gonna get some food in ya, then I’m sending Jerry with you upstairs so you can rest—”

You open your mouth to argue.

“There’ll be none of that,” he hushes you. “There’s no way you’re doin’ the show tonight. And Jerry’ll get you woken up before we come up after the show, and everybody’ll be none the wiser.” He gives you a stern look.

There’s no point in fighting him or telling him how his plan could go wrong. You’re still confused exactly how things with Jack are going to be handled or if anything Elvis said while fucking your brains out earlier was going to come to fruition, but you’re not in the frame of mind to try and solve that this minute. So instead you just nod.

The food comes, somehow all of your favorites. He knows my favorite foods? runs through your mind, but you are too hungry to dwell on it. Then, as he instructed, you head upstairs with Jerry, who without judgement, sends you into Elvis’ suite to rest. You think your mind won’t possibly let you sleep, but between the food and your exhaustion, you drift off before your head hits the pillow.

*

Circle G Ranch, February 1967

You wake up early, your eyes blinking out the dull winter morning light streaming through the window. Well, it’s not early for normal standards, but in Elvis’ world, most haven’t even gone to bed yet, you think, looking at the clock. You being awake now is likely due to the fact you couldn’t keep up with the partying last night and had excused yourself much sooner than usual to go to bed.

It takes you a moment to realize where you are. Being at Elvis’ newly acquired ranch in Mississippi has been a welcome change of scenery yet is still a little disorienting. You are used to Memphis, and even occasionally California, but this place is new for you all.

Completely dissatisfied and not having any semblance of control with his career, Elvis recently decided that he wanted a place in the country, a place where they could all come to relax and ride the horses he’d bought for all the men and their wives. A place where they could work the land and have a little fun. And you wonder if he just wanted to feel a little normal for once, thinking that a ranch would do that for him, that it could give him the control he so desperately craved. That maybe it might bring him some of that happiness and zest for life that had been bled out of him for all these years, turning him into someone you barely recognized.

So, Circle G Ranch was purchased, and you’d all arrived to take in its splendor and fresh air. And it was working. Elvis seemed happier here than he’d been in a very long time, the sparkle beginning to return in those expressive eyes of his. And when Elvis was happy, everyone else was allowed to be happy too, theoretically.

You think maybe all that horseback riding and fresh air is part of the reason you were so tired last night. Turning over, you notice that Jack hasn’t come to bed. Your heart sinks, though out here in the middle of the country, it’s not like he can get in too much trouble. It’s just likely the guys are still awake.

Either way, there is an emptiness in your chest that misses your husband. Each time he leaves with Elvis, less of the man you knew returns. You are hoping that some leisure time on the ranch will help him, too. There is less temptation out here, and more opportunities for you two to spend time together.

Unfortunately, he has not been very receptive to that so far, opting to hang with the guys more than you. But considering that he has been drinking more, part of you is glad for it. If the last couple of years have shown you anything, it’s that Jack is a mean drunk, just like his father.

With that thought, you decide to get up instead of dwelling on things you cannot change. As you get dressed, you hear the door of the trailer slam.

“Jack? Is that you?”

“Who else would it be?” he replies belligerently. The tone of his voice tells you immediately all you need to know. Your heart speeds up as a warning discomfort blooms in your chest. You steel yourself before walking out into the living area.

“Morning, sweetie. Want me to make you some breakfast?” you ask in a light and easy voice. If nothing else, food might help sober him some.

Jack’s response is a grunt in the affirmative, and then he shoots you a glare, his brown eyes dull but cutting all the same. You have no idea what you may have done to upset him, but he is obviously not happy with you. The tightness in your chest increases and you force a smile, not wanting to set him off. If you act like everything is fine, he might forget what is bothering him. It happens that way sometimes and is generally the best-case scenario when he’s like this.

“Okay, I’ll get that started,” you smile, and he settles with a huff on the couch. Scurrying off to the kitchen, your smile falls and you get to cooking as quickly as possible. Steak and eggs, you think. That’s his favorite and will help clear his head.

Your mind races as you cook, trying to find a reason for his ire. You dissect every moment from the day and night before but cannot pinpoint anything in particular that you might have done to make him upset. This has you feeling uneasy, on eggshells. If you knew what you’d done, you could apologize and make up for it before things get out of hand, but it occurs to you that he might be too far gone for that anyway.

Lost in your thoughts, it takes until you smell the meat smoking to realize you may have cooked it too long. You are hoping he is too drunk to notice. With renewed focus, you plate your breakfasts and walk to the tiny table.

“Soup’s on, babe!” you say in a cheerful sing-song voice. Part of you cringes inside to hear yourself like this.

He grunts off the sofa and stumbles to the table, plopping down with a screech of the chair. You keep yourself from wincing at the sound, wanting to stay as sunny as possible as you begin to cut into the meat. You’re unable to keep from looking up at him to check his body language, his affect, as he begins shoveling eggs and toast into his mouth without so much as a word to you.

You pick at your own breakfast, your appetite low because you feel so on edge. You can sense the tension in the room and know better than to speak at this point.

“What the fuck is this?” Jack grumbles, throwing his knife and fork clattering onto the plate.

You look up quickly, your heartbeat skipping. He’s fuming now, his eyes bloodshot and narrowed at you, his scar an angry red with the flush on his cheeks. You don’t have time to piece together whatever has happened before he continues, his voice shaking low with anger.

“First, you embarrass me by taking off in the middle of everyone having a good time last night. Everybody asking, ‘What’s wrong with her, is she okay?’ blah, blah, blah,” he says with a mocking venom that sends a chill right down your spine. “And now you can’t even make me a decent breakfast. Can’t even get that right,” he growls, pounding on the table.

The table rattles and you start to shake a little, frozen to the spot. You realize that maybe Jack is more than just drunk, that maybe he took something on top of it that has him worse than usual.

“I…I’m sorry, I was just tired from all the activity yesterday, and I can make you a new—” you sputter out quickly, but still unable to move, trapped in his furious gaze.

“I don’t wanna hear your fuckin’ excuses, you stupid bitch!” he screams, exploding out of his seat, the chair toppling over behind him with a clatter. “What I want is a fuckin’ steak that’s not cooked to death!” he roars, then picks up his plate and hurls it over the table near your head. You barely have time to register what’s happening, leaning out of the way at the last second on pure instinct, and the plate careens into the wall behind you with a crash, sending food and ceramic flying everywhere.

Your brain misfires and your heart leaps to your throat, the terror in your veins pulsing through you so intensely that all you can do is turn and run. You have to escape because you don’t know what he’s gonna do, he’s never thrown anything at you before, and he’s yelled, yes, but not done anything to hurt you, and oh, god, you have to get out, get out, GET OUT.

You fly past Jack, his rage too consuming and his senses too dull to catch you as you go, and you are out the door of the trailer in a flash, not stopping to see if he’s following you. No, all you can think is you have to get away, you have to escape, and you fly through the rows of trailers housing the other men and their wives. Your heart slams against your ribcage, fueling your body forward as you sprint down the dirt road towards the barn in the distance. Your socks stick to the cold ground as you run but you don’t care—all you need is to get to the horses. You’re not sure why, but you just know that if you can get to the horses, you’ll be safe.

You run and run, only hearing the crash of the plate in your ear, feeling the splatter as it shatters behind you. Only hearing Jack’s screams, “You stupid bitch! You stupid bitch!” You don’t even register the tears burning down your cheeks as you finally reach the barn, flinging open the door with what little strength you have left and frantically looking in the stalls for the horse that Elvis gave you.

Moonbeam. You finally see her near the other end of the barn, her gray and white coloring standing out in the sea of darker equines. You skid to a stop in front of her. Knowingly, as if she can sense your distress and your need for her large, calming presence, she turns and pokes her head out of the stall, nuzzling your tear-stained face.

“Oh. Oh,” you gasp, completely out of breath from the exertion. You cling onto Moonbeam’s strong neck, her coat soft and warm under your shaking arms. Your chest heaves, desperately trying to take in air. If you could, you would jump right on Moonbeam’s back and ride as fast and as far as you can, but she is not saddled, and you have no idea how to get her ready.

The light tap on your shoulder sends you flailing into the stall door with a shriek.

He’s found me he’s found me he’s found me, is all that runs through your head, though if you were anywhere near logical, you’d know that Jack was in no state to chase you all the way to the barn.

“Hey! Hey, y/n, it’s okay! Honey, it’s just me!” You turn toward the warm, familiar voice and are met with concerned deep blue eyes, a far cry from Jack’s bloodshot and brown glaring ones.

“Oh,” is all you can manage to huff out as you look at Elvis, your muscles starting to burn and shake. Your heart is still beating too fast.

“Are you okay? What the hell happened?” Elvis says worriedly but gently, looking over you, seeming to sense how on edge you are. He goes to touch your shoulder, but you reflexively shirk backwards, knocking your elbow into the door with a thud. He quickly backs away a step, putting his hands up in a non-threatening way.

You suddenly slam into the present moment, realizing that you must look insane. Your hair is windblown, you are makeup-less with tears streaking down your face. It’s the dead of winter and you are without a coat or shoes, your socks dirty and torn and bloody from your sprint. You have food splattered down your left side, and you are gasping for air like you’re drowning.

“Y/n, I need you to tell me if you’re okay,” Elvis says, quiet and calm, as if talking to a spooked horse.

You glance over his shoulder, suddenly afraid that Jack could stumble through the barn door at any moment. Wide-eyed and frantic, you look back at Elvis. You realize he’s between you and the door and that gives you some comfort. Jack would have to get through Elvis to get to you, and while you know you’re not in your right mind, you are completely certain that Elvis wouldn’t let Jack hurt you.

With this relieving thought and your adrenaline beginning to wane, you suddenly feel extraordinarily tired as well as embarrassed that Elvis is seeing you like this. You realize he’s waiting for an answer, but you cannot speak. You don’t want to bother Elvis with any of this, so you nod your head, bobbing it up and down quickly.

Elvis tilts his head and looks at you perceptively. Of course you’re not okay, and Elvis reads it all over your face and appearance. You finally give up under his watchful gaze, shaking your head. It falls back against the door behind you, and you choke back a sob. Your exhausted body shakes with cold and the remnants of your fear, and you slide down the door, unable to support yourself any longer.

“Oh, shit, okay. Honey, it’s okay,” Elvis coos at you, stepping quickly to your side but not wanting to touch you and invade your space, lest you freak out again. Instead, he slides down the door with you, letting you lean into him for support. And you do. As you reach the cold, straw-covered ground, you lean your head onto his shoulder, his warmth radiating comfortingly into your side. You begin to shiver.

“Here, baby,” he says, taking off his thick coat and wrapping it around your shoulders. Immediately, you feel calmer, as the heat and his distinctly Elvis scent of musk and Old Spice, coupled with the woodsmoke from last night’s campfire surrounds you like a blanket.

You both sit in silence for a while as your body comes back down from the fear of Jack’s outburst. He’s yelled at you before, even called you names, but he’d never gotten so close to actually physically hurting you.

He must’ve been on something, you think. Jack would never hurt me.

I should’ve been more careful with the breakfast. I should’ve paid more attention. I should’ve stayed up last night with him. The thoughts run through your head, as though if you examine them enough, you can possibly avoid setting him off in the future.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Elvis asks quietly, sensing the wheels turning in your head as only he can.

Humiliated, you shake your head vehemently. Elvis does not need to know the specifics of your marriage. He does not need to know of your failures.

But part of you wants to tell him he’s created a monster.

Without Elvis, Jack might never have gone into the bottle. Without Elvis, he wouldn’t be taking other shit that makes him fly off the handle at any moment. Without Elvis, without Elvis, without Elvis…

You are too exhausted for blame and anger right now, though, so you bury it instead. It is what it is.

Elvis doesn’t push you, though you can tell he wants to know everything. You can practically feel that he’s quelling some deep instinct to protect you, his muscles tensing and releasing, his jaw working. But maybe he begins to piece it all together himself because he remains quiet. You are safe now, and that’s what matters, right?

And perhaps it is your heightened emotions, but you suddenly crave the nearness of the man who used to be your best friend. The man that, for reasons you don’t entirely understand, time and circumstance somehow stole from you when you weren’t looking.

So you lean into him, into his strength and sensitivity and his unique power to draw you to him, even when part of you wants to blame him for everything. Even after all these years of confusing behavior and emotional distance, you can’t begin to imagine your world without Elvis Presley in it.

And now you sit here on the cold floor of a horse barn in the middle of the Mississippi countryside in the dead of winter, wondering how in the hell your life became this.

*

Jerry wakes you gently with a whisper and a poke on your shoulder but you startle anyway, pulled out of the dream violently with a gasp.

“Sorry, y/n, but everyone is on their way up soon. EP told me to wake you,” he says apologetically.

The room is dark, and you are still exhausted, but you are somewhat grateful to be pulled out of that dream-memory. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth and a sick feeling in your stomach. You can’t help but chastise yourself for letting Jack grovel the way he did after he’d sobered up that day, for how you forgave him so easily because it certainly was not the last time he went crazy like that on you.

“Thank you, Jerry. I’ll be right out,” you say blearily. You blink the sleep from your eyes and stagger into the bathroom to make yourself presentable.

Anger at Jack festers like an open wound, but the dream has also reminded you of your anger towards Elvis about all of it. That makes you feel uneasy, especially coupled with that nagging feeling that he is hiding something from you. You don’t want to feel angry at Elvis, but some of his actions over the years have contributed to your overall dissatisfaction with your life.

You didn’t fully realize until now how upset it had made you that he just stopped being your best friend one day. You still don’t understand all of it, though you feel like these unearthed memories are trying to get you there. But it doesn’t change the fact that both he and Jack abandoned you in different ways. And this pisses you off.

Fucking men, you think, touching up your makeup and straightening your dress. Your unease deepens when you realize you are going to face the group very soon and you have absolutely no idea what Elvis is going to do or even if he will do anything. Is he just going to pull you to his side and tell Jack to go fuck himself? Is he going to act like it never happened at all? You’re not sure which is worse.

Your stomach churns and you desperately need to talk to Elvis before he does something stupid. Panic rises, but you slam it back down, willing yourself to just be normal for the time being.

Be normal. What a laugh. As if any of this is remotely normal.

Steeling yourself, you head out to the living room just as people start walking through the door. Sandy finds you immediately, giving you a concerned and questioning look. You can’t tell if she’s surprised to see you or not, but you turn from her, still annoyed that she ratted you out (even if it was in an attempt to help you).

As the room fills and bustles, something is itching at you, poking at the corners of your mind. You think maybe it is paranoia. It feels as though Red keeps shooting knowing, snide looks your way. You can’t help but examine everyone around you, searching for signs that they know. You squirm in your skin, unable to get comfortable.

It doesn’t help that Jack slides in behind you when you aren’t looking, wrapping his arms around you a little too tight. He reeks of whiskey and cigar smoke so badly you choke. “Where you been, treasure?” Jack asks a little too pointedly, suspiciously, as if he knows something is up. Your heart plummets and you resist the urge to push him away but can’t help but try to worm your way out of his clutches as Elvis strolls in the room.

Elvis’ intense eyes find you immediately, and you watch his jaw clench as he keeps himself in check. You manage to slip out of Jack’s grasp and Elvis relaxes a bit, distracted by one of the guys. It seems like he doesn’t want to make a scene over the two of you in front of the group, which has you breathing a sigh of relief.

What doesn’t have you relieved is that Jack is once again all over you as everyone finds a seat. You feel trapped as the conversation begins to flow, wanting nothing more than to go hide in Elvis’ room, far away from the fumbling hands of your husband. His hands are heavy on you, creeping up your thigh, drawing circles on your shoulder with his fingertips. It used to be a comforting gesture, but now it feels possessive.

He knows. Maybe Red already told him, you panic. Your heart gallops in your chest and you try not to lose it.

No, don’t be an idiot. He wouldn’t be this quiet if he knew, right? Jack is a few drinks in at this point, and the more he drinks, the louder he generally gets. Though based on his hands, you think that he is feeling something else altogether.

You can feel Elvis’ jealous eyes bore on you as Jack touches you, but you are caught between a rock and a hard place. If you shirk your husband’s advances to obviously, it will seem strange and garner attention, but if you don’t, you fear Elvis will give you both away. And you aren’t ready for that, not before the two of you come up with a cohesive plan.

If you are going to leave Jack (no, when you leave Jack, you remind yourself), you certainly don’t want to do it in the middle of an afterparty with the whole gang listening in.

“I’m going to get something to drink,” you finally whisper, excusing yourself with a forced smile, needing to escape Jack’s clutches. “You need anything?” you ask.

“Oh, I need something alright,” Jack breathes sloppily in your ear, attempting to be seductive and failing. But it has an edge to it that worries you.

“You’re hilarious, babe,” you say as sweet as you can while standing to make your escape. Jack takes the moment to grope your ass and you can almost feel the wave of irritation coming off Elvis from across the room. “I’ll get you a drink,” you sputter out, sliding out of Jack’s grasp, shooting Elvis a quick, warning glance to not do anything stupid. Then you scurry away as fast as you can without seeming strange.

Instead of heading to the kitchen, you make a beeline for the bathroom, desperately needing a moment away from all the eyes you feel are on you tonight, wanting things from you that you cannot give.

Fucking men, you think again, closing the door behind you.

To your shock, it doesn’t close. Jack pushes in and your heart drops into your stomach. The look in his dark and muddled eyes bodes nothing good.

“Hey, treasure,” he slurs with that disturbing edge to his voice, grabbing your waist and pulling you in for a sloppy, whisky-tinged kiss. You try rather unsuccessfully to not cringe at the feel of his lips on yours.

Maybe he’s too drunk to notice, you hope.

“I thought you were going to get drinks,” Jack says suspiciously. He locks the door behind you, warning bells exploding in your brain for a multitude of reasons, one being Elvis breaking the door down, another being whatever Jack expects of you.

“I had to pee first, babe,” you say as evenly as possible, “Now get so I can!” You playfully swat him on the shoulder, as you’ve done a million times before in your life together, but this time is different. This time, Jack’s chocolate eyes blacken as he grabs your wrist.

Your breath catches, and your heart starts to speed up as Jack’s hand tightens. “Honey, you’re hurting me. Let go,” you whisper.

His dark eyes rake over your body with what you think is lust, but it is tainted with something frightening. “Oh, I think you came in here because you wanted something else,” he says, backing you into the vanity. “You know, some of the guys are saying that you’re stepping out on me. Can you believe that?” His head buries in your neck, his lips dragging roughly against your skin.

Fucking Red.

“W-What? That’s ridiculous,” you manage to eek out, trying to lean away from his touch, but there is nowhere for you to go. Your heart is in your throat, but before you can say anything else in your defense, he’s changing the subject.

“You’re wearing this scarf again?” Jack questions because it impedes his barrage of his mouth on your neck. He unties it and you watch the pink and black silk flutter to the floor.

“It goes with my outfit,” you reply. You attempt to push him away but get nowhere, his broad chest stubbornly immobile. “Seriously, Jack, I need to pee,” you whine now, hoping that will do the trick. Every nerve in your body is on alert as he kisses your skin, as he presses into you. You can feel the bulge in his pants growing, poking into your pelvis.

Every fiber of your being wants out of this enclosed space, a space that only a moment ago felt like a refuge but now feels like a prison. You don’t want this, and if Elvis finds out, there will be hell to pay. But Jack is too far gone to listen and too strong for you to move.

Jack picks you up easily and places you on the counter, his hands pushing the unyielding fabric of your dress up your thighs so he can spread them open and step between them. It feels cold—nothing like the warmth and passion you felt when Elvis did the same thing earlier.  

“I told ‘em, ‘Not my treasure. She knows her place. Besides, who else would want her anyway?’” he laughs cruelly, grinding into you. The words cut, as he intended, and you become fully aware that you are in trouble. Your stomach rolls, nausea consuming you.

“Jack, seriously, stop it. I don’t want to do this right now. You’re too drunk,” you protest, pushing your palms into his chest to try and put space between you.

But he seems to take your protests as being coy, or perhaps he just doesn’t care, and chuckles darkly into your neck. “Didn’t stop you from sucking my dick the other night.” He lathes his tongue against your collarbone, causing an icy shiver down your spine that he interprets as positive, smiling on your skin. His hands roam to your back and unzip your dress.

You squirm, but it only serves to assist in his attempt to undress you, his hands roughly pulling down your sleeves and bra straps.

He stops abruptly, to your relief. “What are those?” Jack asks, suddenly on edge, his tone changing completely. He pulls back from you and for that you are grateful but confused.

“What’s what?” you reply as he stares at your chest, his eyes narrowing, the lust being replaced fully by anger.  

Jack is on you in a flash, too fast for you to register what’s happening and then he’s yanking down the front of your dress, your bra, exposing your breast.

“Jesus Jack! What are you doing?!” you shriek, trying to pull away as he manhandles you, but you have nowhere to go.

“What the fuck are those?” He pulls you roughly off the counter and spins you around to the mirror, pointing to the series of purple welts on your breasts.

Oh, fuck.

“I…uh…I…,” you sputter incoherently. Your brain misfires, too panicked to think of anything clever or even anything at all. There’s no logical explanation for the dark bruises other than them being what they are. Your mind flashes back to the other night, how Elvis had claimed you, his pouty mouth suckling your skin roughly as he’d fucked you into oblivion on the couch.

You hadn’t even thought to cover them with makeup, since Jack hadn’t seen you naked in eons.

“You stupid fucking slut! Who are you screwing?!” Jack screams, ballistic, swinging you back around to face him.

You’ve never seen him this angry, his face and scar turning beet red, his eyes like daggers. But this reaction is rich coming from him, which triggers your own anger as much as your fear.

“Really, Jack? You barely come home and when you do you smell of cheap perfume, but me, I’m the slut?!” you yell back at him, your body shaking all over, as you pull up your bra and dress. You certainly hadn’t planned to do this here, now, but you’d known in your heart for days that this was coming.

The vein in his forehead pulses dangerously, and he looks like he truly wants to hurt you. He grabs your wrists painfully as you try and zip up your dress. You’ve never seen him look at you this way, even in his worst moments, and it send a shudder of fear through you. “You’re my goddamn wife! Nobody touches my wife!” he yells, his spit flying in your face, ignoring your reasoning completely, too far gone.

Then, he unlocks the door and yanks it open so hard it slams into the wall with a crash, and then pulls you into the hallway, dragging you behind him.

“Jack, stop. You’re hurting me!” you say, trying to wrench out of his iron grasp. “What’re you doing? This isn’t the place for this,” you hiss frantically, scared of what he might do or say next.

Jack manhandles you into the living area where people are conversing and laughing at someone’s jokes, and roughly pushes you into the middle of the room.

The laughter dies out quickly as all eyes turn towards you.

Your heart pounds in your chest and heat burns your cheeks. You are furious and scared and now embarrassed, the back of your dress undone in front of everyone. You watch as Sandy’s eyes widen, immediately gleaning what’s happening, and she starts to stand, but Jerry grabs her arm to stop her.

You rub at your raw wrists, but you don’t turn to look at Elvis, who is behind you. That would give it all away, and for now you at least have control over that.

“Who is it, huh? Who are you fucking? All of them?” Jack shouts at you in front of the group, pointing aimlessly at the men. There are confused and alarmed glances on most faces, though Sandy, Jerry, and Red all attempt to cover their knowledge with surprise. Some are better than others at concealing it, but Jack is too busy looking at you to see them.

“Hey, man, cool it,” Elvis says from behind you, trying to be nonchalant and deescalate the situation, but you can hear in his voice the effort it’s taking him to be calm.

Jack whirls you around roughly by the arm to face Elvis, as though he’s trying to shame you at court in front of the king. Elvis looks at you, unable to hide his concern and budding fury completely, and you shake your head the smallest amount, for only him to see, telling him to lay low and not give himself away. You may be fucked, but this can still be contained, at least until Jack has calmed down and not everyone is watching.

“This ain’t your problem, EP!” Jack yells. It’s as though the most obvious has escaped Jack’s rage-addled mind, since he’s not even considering Elvis when he’s the biggest threat of all.

But one doesn’t yell at Elvis. Not without repercussions.

“The hell it isn’t, not when you come in here drunk and hot like this, fixin’ to ruin everyone’s mood,” Elvis warns, standing slowly. He’s not yelling yet, but his eyes are starting to turn hard and dark. Elvis can be incredibly patient, but if his temper turns, it won’t be pretty. And he was already done with Jack before this wretched display. The tension in the room thickens to a heightened degree, leaving everyone on edge.

So hot with fear and embarrassment and anger, you think you might burst into flames right here. Your heart is thundering against your ribcage and you can barely breathe. Your legs itch to run, but you are surrounded by prying eyes, trapped between the two most important men in your life.

Jack is incensed, fuming, and not backing down. He’s gearing up for a fight, which is bad. His grip on your arm tightens and you can’t help but wince. You watch as Elvis takes a step towards you both and you shoot him a look to stay put.

“Jack, stop this,” you say as calmly as you can. “Let’s just take a breath and talk somewhere else and let the party go on.”

Jack’s chest heaves and he turns on you. “Shut the fuck up, you whore!” he snarls.

Then his fist brutally collides with your face.

Everything feels like it’s moving in slow motion after that. The pain is instant, radiating through your cheek and your jaw, up into your eye socket. The metal of his rings snag at the corner of your mouth and scrape your face. Shock and disbelief course through you as the air rushes out of your lungs and hot tears spring to your eyes. The momentum of his strike sends you careening to the floor, and you manage to throw your hands out to catch yourself just before you hit the carpet.

A stunned silence falls over the group.

He hit me. He fucking hit me, you think in disbelief, through the pain, through the ringing in your ears.Jack had never, ever laid a hand on you before. You reach your hand up to your face, and it comes away bright red, bloody, your lip split. You can’t hold back the choked, shaking sob that escapes your lips.

Everything explodes at once.

The roar that comes from Elvis is like nothing you’ve heard before. The anger he’d shown you is but a fraction of what you see now as he crosses the room, a menacing bull after a matador. He strides so quickly and fiercely with those long legs of his that Jack barely has time to register what is happening before Elvis punches him square in the jaw, then rapidly again right in the nose. You can hear the sickening break of it which turns your stomach. Or maybe it’s your own pain doing that, you’re not sure at this point.

Elvis doesn’t even say anything, so blacked out with rage that he can’t even speak. You watch from the floor as Jack stumbles back and his eyes widen in shock, then confusion.

“EP? What the—?” Jack starts to say, holding his nose as it starts to bleed down his face, but before he can get it out, Elvis has him by the throat. Those long fingers wrap around and begin to squeeze as Elvis walks Jack back into the wall. Shocked, you watch from the floor as Jack’s face begins to turn red and he begins to sputter, clawing at Elvis’ hand and arm. True fear begins to play over Jack’s features.

Suddenly, the guys are all yelling and rushing around you. Sandy’s hands yank you up and back out of the fray, and you feel dizzy, swaying on your feet. You’re not sure how, but she manages to get you on the couch, zipping up your dress in a flash, and then examines your injuries.

“Are you okay? Y/n, are you okay?” she asks frantically, but with the commotion in the room and the fuzzy white noise in your head, she feels a million miles away. Your eyes are locked on the insane sight in front of you, freezing you with shock.

The guys are desperately trying to pull Elvis off Jack, but his hand is like a vise around Jack’s throat. He’s strangling him, truly choking him because you can see Jack’s face start to go purple and his eyes begin to roll back.

Three of the guys are on Elvis’ back now while Red chops at his arms, trying to break his hold on Jack’s throat unsuccessfully.

Oh my god, if Elvis kills him, I’ll lose them both and it’ll be all my fault, you realize.

You rise to your feet, ignoring Sandy’s protests, ignoring the dizziness and throbbing in your head, and you somehow, through pure will, push yourself through the throng of men to Elvis’ side.

“Elvis! Elvis, you have to stop this,” you say firmly, staring into his beautiful, terrifying face. His eyes are black and unyielding, almost unrecognizable. His jaw is so clenched in his murderous fury that you think he’ll crack his teeth. You’re not even sure if he can hear you because he doesn’t give any indication that he can, but you have to get him to stop.

“Baby, you can’t do this. You’re killing him. You can’t kill him. Satnin, I can’t lose you and if you do this, we’ll both be lost,” you murmur, pleading in his ear for only him to hear, hoping against hope it gets through to him.

You watch Elvis blink a few times, as if waking briefly from his trance, his shoulders relaxing just enough that when Red slams down on his arms again, they give way. Jerry pulls you backwards with a yelp, as Jack coughs, sucking in deep, rattling breaths as he slumps down the wall.

You do not go to him.

Elvis’ lapse in rage is short lived, for he sees Red and turns on him quickly with another roar, throwing brutal punches. You see on Red’s face that he knows exactly why Elvis is coming for him. A few punches land hard, and you hear more of the crack of flesh on flesh. You can’t help but smile a little inside at Red getting what’s coming to him, but horrified at yourself, you push that thought right out of your brain.

But there is a reason Red is Elvis’ bodyguard. He’s tough and scrappy and much more prepared for a fight than Jack was. You can see he doesn’t want to hurt Elvis but blocks and dodges some of his punches more readily. Four of the Mafia surround Elvis now, grabbing his arms, his waist, holding him back from Red, holding him down.

Elvis struggles against them and lets out one last terrifying primal cry before they get him subdued, pushing him to his knees. His chest heaves as they continue to hold his arms, his chin lowered, those lethal blue eyes peering out from under the black hair falling in his face. They still home in on Jack and Red, who are licking their wounds at the other end of the living room.

Adrenaline courses through you, your heart threatening to pound through your ribs, the blood rushing in your ears, as you watch four men have to hold down the man you love to keep him from killing the men that hurt you. And you aren’t entirely sure how to feel about that. A small part of you is frightened by this side of Elvis, how he is gone so deep into his rage that the man you know is barely there at all. And you can’t help but feel responsible for this turn in him.

But another part of you feels vindicated and relieved and almost proud of his defense of you. Part of you swells with so much love for him that you want to fall to your knees and kiss him as if your life depended on it.

“You sonofabitch. You fucking wife-stealing asshole,” Jack rasps out bitterly at Elvis, cowering on the floor with Red and a couple of the other men surrounding him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” some of the guys cry, having to hold Elvis back from going ballistic again. His glare at Jack is so fierce, you think the look alone might kill him from across the room.

But you don’t stop to find out because you wrench out of Jerry’s grasp and somehow make it over to Jack before your brain catches up with your body. You don’t even have time to think twice before your hand pulls back and slaps open-handed across Jack’s cheek, the smack reverberating in your ears and stinging through your hand and up your arm.

But you don’t care.

Silence falls over the room once more. Jack stares up at you wide-eyed, with shocked indignation.

“Shut the fuck up, Jack,” you seethe, now fully infuriated that the man you once loved had hurt you so badly, in so many ways. “You lost me a long time ago, and Elvis had nothing to do with it, you cheating, lying, drunken bastard!” You lean over into his face, your voice low and biting, “And don’t you ever, ever, lay your hands on me again, or next time I won’t stop him from tearing you apart.”

You watch the mixture of surprise and contempt and fear play over Jack’s features for a moment before stepping back. You look back at Elvis and see his lip curl into a sly grin.

And then it all hits you at once. All your mistakes. Everyone staring at you in shock. Your dirty laundry aired out for all to see. The blood and pain bruising on your face, your head pounding, your vision hazy. The mortifying violence that has occurred in your name. Your lover almost murdering your husband.

Oh, god.

Suddenly, vertigo hits you hard and you are so dizzy that the room swims and sways in front of you. The bile rises so quickly that you don’t even have time to process what is happening before you are hurling your dinner onto the shag carpet.

Something is quite wrong, you realize. All your anger and doubts and regrets and love drain from you with a tingling coolness, and everything and everyone feels very far away, their cries muffled by the pain in your head. Then you fall into a dark oblivion, leaving the pain and consequences of your actions far, far behind, and you wonder fleetingly if it was all worth it.

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New job

Title: New job.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 190 words.

Square: A5 “Professor Steve.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Steve and you have a new job after the Snap.

Major Tags: Doubts, new job.

Additional tags: This my entry to @steverogersbingo Steve Rogers Bingo round 3. SB3090.

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"Steve dropped heavily onto the couch; he couldn't stop thinking. Yeah, you had done all you could, but at the end of the day, Ross was still so stubborn that he wouldn't accept his mistake. Neither he nor you were heroes in the end; even though there was no longer a warrant for your arrest, he didn't even know what you were going to do.

“Professor," you said as you walked in. You hadn't been able to be in your home for almost three years, and now it felt a little strange to be there.

“What? "

“You could be a history professor; that would be interesting, or martial arts, or self-defense," you suggested.

“History would be interesting," Steve commented.

“You start next Monday; I'm sure your students will be very excited.

“What? How?" Steve was confused.

“A friend of mine told me she needed professors; you know, because of the Snap, and well, we already have a job," you replied.

“Do we have a job?"

“I'll be the martial arts professor," you winked.

Steve smiled; at least he wouldn't have to wonder what he was going to do next.

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[meraki-yao]

I have a question since you're from surrounding regions, is taylor actually well known in china? Why do you think GQ went with him there are a lot more famous celebs, taylor doesn't even have a lot screen exposure

So for some reason, I'm taking this question super seriously.

Please note that 1, I can only speak from my observation and my position 2, I'm from Hong Kong, so there are certain things about mainland China that I might not be aware of

Regarding Taylor's notability in China:

Is he well-known? Well, and I say this with all the love I have for Taylor, not really. In fact, during his time in China, there have been several cases in the videos that I reposted that you can hear people ask in Mandarin "Who is he?" A few more recounts I read said that quite several people who ended up near the fan crowd asked "Who is that handsome foreigner?" and followed and took photos/videos of him not because they recognized him, but because they were intrigued. (but side note, even the people who didn't know who he was said that 1, he's really handsome 2, he's really friendly, so that's sweet)

The thing about Taylor's notability in China comes in two regards:

1, RWRB became one of the most popular western queer media to be distributed on streaming platforms in China (especially since most if not all of the local queer media is banned, yes I'm angry about it), so this part kind of goes without explanation

2, Taylor uses Chinese social media platforms, which is really rare for Hollywood actors. This gives him a platform to interact with Chinese fans, since because of firewall/censorship, it's a hassle (and technically illegal but shhhhh) for Chinese fans to check his Instagram/ Tiktok/ Twitter(not that he uses it)/ Threads

Regarding the reason GQ went with him:

1, it was a personal invitation from the Editor-in-chief of GQ China (so more or less the head PIC of the event). They met during the Ferrari show, the Editor, Rocco Liu invited Taylor, Taylor said he'll come if it works out with his schedule and the rest is history.

2, And this is my speculation (because I care about international relationships and thought about this a lot), but I think GQ wanted to try something new by inviting Taylor, a Hollywood actor (and thus promoting the overall image of China but that's getting too political for my taste on my own public platform), and since Taylor is (a) currently popular since RWRB is still relatively new and the Chinese fandom is still really active (b) evidently willing to try out the local ways of things as seen from him using and operating his own Little Red Book and Bilibili account.

I mentioned this before, but I think that since Taylor was so willing to try new things (which is a quality of his that I personally admire greatly), all the people/organizations/companies in China who got in contact with him saw the opportunity to experiment and see what a Hollywood actor could do in a Chinese setting/market and how much traction he can bring. That's my guess for why he was so busy and going from event to event non-stop, and evidently looking tired by the time he was going back to the States (especially for someone who appears to never be tired)

So yeah. I think they took Taylor's enthusiasm for trying new things and his currently persistent popularity in China and ran with it. Not that it's a bad thing though.

But I will say this, for the GQ event, all sorts of people were invited. The most famous ones with a considerable career already (think the equivalent of RDJ, Brad Pitt, Leonardo Dicaprio etc), the currently popular young stars (think the equivalent of K-pop stars or the "white boy of the month" trend) but there were a considerable amount of people that I completely never seen or heard, and neither did a lot of Chines audience. In fact, I don't know who the two ladies who were in the same boat with Taylor during the water carpet are. So there's also that.

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #taylor zakhar perez #alex claremont diaz #anon ask #answered #it's really interesting for me to talk about Chinese culture here #for the record I definitely consider myself more on this side of the web/world #but yeah it's nice #meraki essay

[anonymityisfunwriter]

Twitter

"Why is it that every time something happens- it's the three of you?" Tony pointedly asks Bucky, Sam, and you. You knew this wasn't going to be good when Tony rounded up everyone for an urgent, impromptu meeting. Now, you were all sitting around the conference room with a very annoyed Tony Stark standing at the end ready to lecture you all.

"You know I ask myself the same thing every single day," Bucky sarcastically quips.

"I honestly don't even know how I got dragged into this," Sam playfully huffs.

"You're the cause of this!" Bucky shouts. 

"Okay," Tony sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Can someone please explain to me how this happened?"

"Um..I guess it started when Peter signed me up for Twitter and Instagram?" you reply.

"And why did he do that?" Tony says, looking pointedly at Peter.

"Come on, even Steve has a Twitter! Plus she's already got like a million followers!" Peter remarked.

"I have a question: how did you get verified before I did?" Thor asks.

You simply shrug. "I don't know- Peter set everything up. All I did was post a couple of pictures and fill in my bio."

Tony holds up his phone. "Yeah, let's take a look at that: Darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream."

"You can't go wrong with Taylor Swift," you and Peter simultaneously reply.

"You know, this really is Sam's fault. She posted an innocent picture, Sam's the one that took those screenshots," Bucky interjects, pointing at Sam in accusation.

"And what screenshots might those be?" Tony exhales in annoyance.

"Well, you shouldn't have liked her picture so quickly! Literal seconds after she posted. And then you followed her back instantly, you made it too easy," Sam retorts, still laughing at the amount of chaos he stirred up with a few posts. "Plus her caption was 'sometimes all I think about is you' and then she tagged you!"

"Peter said I should give photo credits," you innocently explain. "James took the picture, so I tagged him. Then Sam commented, 'My OTP', with a heart. And I don't really know what that means, but then he tweeted, "'Grumpy x Sunshine ship confirmed?' with those screenshots. And then Wanda replied, 'Sam running their ship account confirmed?'"

"It's not my fault that he forgot to switch accounts," Wanda snickers.

"And then Steve replied, 'Sam explained what ship means- I ship it.'"

"Steve?" Tony prompts.

"What? I'm trying to appeal to a younger demographic," Steve scoffs, then mumbles, "And I do ship it... Besides, Nat's the one that replied to all of them, accusing me of helping Sam run that account- which I do not."

"Okay, all that's great," Tony interjects, rolling his eyes. "But that doesn't seem like something that would trend worldwide for 24 hours!"

"Just wait, it gets better!" Sam laughs.

"Of course it does," Tony sighs.

"In my defense...I didn't think you could zoom in on Instagram and- Peter and Steve approved it!" you exclaim, throwing Peter and Steve under the bus.

"You can zoom in?!" Steve asks, looking around the room to see scattered nods. "Ohhh...now this all makes sense. I wouldn't have approved it if I knew that."

"What was wrong with the second picture?" Tony grumbles, now rubbing his temples.

"Apparently you can see James sitting in my bed, taking the picture through the mirror," you meekly explain.

"Okay?" Tony exhales.

"Hold on, it gets worse," Sam continues, still laughing.

"You know the wall of Polaroids in my room?" You meekly ask. "Well the picture was me standing in front of it."

"People wouldn't have even payed any attention if Sam hadn't posted a screenshot of the picture zoomed in- I mean at that point just go take a picture of the wall and post that, Sam!" Bucky ranted. 

"Can I?" Sam asks, his voice filled with excitement.

"No!" Bucky shouts.

"You know, what you're all about to be banned from social media," Tony threatens.

"Who even calls it social media?" Sam teases. "You sound like an old man."

"An old man that has been watching people lose their minds over 2 pictures! And let's not even start on the fact that you're running an account of a relationship that you have nothing to do with."

"I beg to differ- I'm the reason they're together. And I don't run that account," Sam replies, crossing his arms defensively.

"You're telling me, that if I go and check the IP address that the account is run from, it won't be from your phone?" Tony accusingly asks.

"Well, maybe I got hacked," Sam offers.

"So you do run the account!" Wanda exclaims. "I knew it- tomorrow, post that picture of the two of them cuddling on the couch."

"That's it - I give up," Tony mumbles, walking away from the conference table in defeat.

AnonymityIsFun Masterlist Grumpy Sunshine Series Masterlist

#grumpy sunshine #grumpy x sunshine #grumpy sunshine trope #writers on tumblr #ao3 #bucky barnes #reader insert #theres an entire series on ao3 #oneshot #bucky x y/n #x reader #anonymityisfunwriter #anonymityisfun #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x Female Reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au #bucky fic

[severevoiddragon]

I don't think I like Threads.

I haven't seen anyone talk bout Threads over here yet to make fun of it so I'm going to give a review nobody asked for, as somebody whose only social media is Instagram and Tumblr (although I am still a Tumblr newbie)

Pros:

It looks like a twitter from before the Muskrat infestation (to my eyes). I may not have been on twitter, but I have spent my whole social media life seeing twitter screenshots, and yeah. This app looks like it

Hello people on Instagram I already follow, it's nice to not have to manually search for you! I actually really like this feature. I can enjoy content from the ppl I already follow*

Lots of memes about twitter downfall. I like this. It amuses me.

Cons:

Why are there random brand accounts on my feed? I don't like the random brand accounts on my feed. I go back to Tumblr where I can see the ppl I actually follow. * - Until I refresh and I get the random brand accounts again.

Doomscrolling. You can't seem to make pages like on Tumblr, which makes it hard to stop your doomscrolling

Autorefresh. Yeah no. Please no I was trying to read that-

No funky app logo colours. It's not pink like Instagram, green like WhatsApp, random colours at random times like Tumblr or blue like Facebook/twitter. It's black. Boring :(

Overall thoughts & opinions:

6/10. It seems ok. Just. Please fix the random brand accounts trying to be funny on my page. That's all I ask.

#i feel safer talking bout this from my little tumblr bubble #twitter #threads #meta #twitter downfall #instagram #review post #idk what im doing here #i just wanted to scream this into the void #perhaps the void will scream back for once idk #normally it doesnt so if this post breaches containment i will be surprised

[applecheeks255]

MASTERPOST

Anyway, here comes info!

My tag for art is #apple get's artsy ! If you wanna find every art piece i posted, that's the way. You can also find through the Archive.

Watch out for the #suggestive tag!!

Where can you find me?

Socials:

Instagram | Ao3 | ArtFight | Ko-Fi | X

Where could you contact me?

My asks are always open! But you can also DM me. I usually respond as soon as i can.

For a quicker response i suggest DMing me on my Instagram account, it's where i am more active.

What happened to your old account?

Got hacked and had to delete it :(

Do i take requests?

Sometimes i'll leave the requests open, i'll only do the suggestions i'm interested in though. But you can also pay me to do it, if you'd like... 👀

Requests [CLOSED] - Rules down below!

How to increase the probability of me doing your request?

Well, i am pretty multifandom. But the fandoms i'm mostly interested in doing content are: UNDERTALE, DELTARUNE, Friday Night Funkin, TMNT (2003, 2012, 2014-2016) and MINECRAFT.

And there's also animes, that may or not get my attention: Boku no Hero Academia, One Punch Man, InuYasha, Naruto/Shippuden, MobPsycho100, CardCaptorSakura, Kimi ni Todoke, Demon Slayer, One Piece. There's also a few other games, like: God of War (any of them), Fortnite (a bit), Overcooked, Hollow Knight, Celeste, Crash (of the Titans) and that's a few i can think of. I also enjoy DC, Marvel, Disney (besides being a little pissed off by them), Pixar, Barbie and DreamWorks... Yeah, there's a lot lol, and i probably forgot a few.

What are the requests rules?

Please don't send me the same request again.

The max is a second time. If i do comment that i deleted one by accident or something like that. Besides that, don't do it. If i take too long to do your request, i may not have had the time or i may not be interested in it.

Related to the first one, Don't spam me.

If you keep bothering me in the DMs if i took too long to do your requests, that goes without saying, but i will block you. If you're one of those bots wanting attention with art requests, i will also block you.

One request per blog/person.

You can request more than one thing from me, but only if your last request has been completed, or if many days have passed and you're sure i wasn't interested in your idea. That also is related to the last rule. Do not spam me with requests.

I will not draw anything NSFW related.

I don't do this kind of artwork. If you want something like this, go find yourself an artist to do it on twitter/X.

Requests are supposed to be simple.

I will not draw anything that challenges me too much. Requests are for training the habilities i already have and to also do something for you guys. Anything too complicated may be ignored.

This post will be edited and updated as if fond necessary.

#apple rambles #masterpost

[aentchenphotography]

Starting anew

I won't role-play on this account anymore. Those times are over. Instead I will use it for my photogrpahy~

I will post some recent works

at the end of this little post

Hello~

I'm Anna you might know me as seriouslySirius my former account name. I changed that to build a new page, dedicated to photography. Please bare with me and welcome this change~

I'm doing mainly cosplay photography based in german and if you're interested you can also find me on Instagram and Twitter~

Instagram

Twitter

Feel free to unfollow if you aren't interested but on the same note if you are curious or already like my art feel free to stay or follow. <3

I wanna show you some recent work of mine to give you an example of the photography style you will most likely see here.

My Cosplay Photography:

You'll definitely will see a lot of that as it is my main focus.

And then whe have the category random art and casual portraits~

And for those who enjoy nature, animals and perhaps urban photography? Yeah I also have those in my repertoire ~

In the end this is just a small amount of the actual photos I took over the past 5 years so stay and you'll see more~ <3

Also in future posts I will link the Instagram posts/ profiles of the models directly under the post because crediting them is just as important as crediting artists! These photos however, you can find then on the Instagram Link that's given~

I dont have a watermark on my photos yet but if I see them reposted without credit anywhere I will put some on. Just be respectfully please! I don't care about posting them somewhere else as long as credit is given! That's not to hard to understand right? :) thank you!

#photograpy #cosplay #cosplay photography #freelance photographer #urban photography #cosplay community #photography community #welcome home cheater this new account is an imposter. #no not really just a new beginning #aentchen photograph #thats the new name #photooftheday #beautiful photos #I am creative with my hashtags :)

[someone-worth-racing-for]

Yeah, I've seen the message the last anon sent you talking about Carlos and Isa in your timeline and I received a similar comment pointing that on my twitter account 🙄🙄 I got really angry and I blocked that person, but it was really uncomfortable because that person was so rude to me that my anger was double because he or she was really rude to me and told lies about Carlos and Isa.

Furthermore, that person also said that isa, some days later, was angry at Carlos and told him to stop recording a video for Instagram; I didn't believe that at all, but I don't know if you know something about that because you were already supporting Carlos in 2019 (I'm really sorry for asking that, please don't hate me, but I didn't watch F1 yet back then and there are some things I don't know... but I insist, I don't believe that at all) 🙂

People can be so stupid and nasty for actually no reason 🙄 I'm sorry this person made you feel that way and pulled you down with their thoughtless comments.. But I think you have done the right thing with blocking that person - just let go from whatever makes you feel sad/uncomfortable/angry or whatever 😊

If I'm serious, I really can't remember about such a video. Also because I actually don't understand Spanish and even if she has really said something like that, we don't know the context behind it 🤷🏼‍♀️ Has that person said anything about what that video was about or anything about it? Because I have really never heard about this before..

Oh God, I could never hate you for just asking a question! So, please - do not worry about it at all! 😊

[witchern]

if you wouldn’t mind, may i ask how you got into your career? did you get a degree in it, what is your degree? how long did it take you to progress in the field?

totally disregard this if it’s too much! i just noticed your about and i’ve followed you for awhile and im a bit interested in the field you’re in!

omg of course, i don't mind at all! i actually kinda love talking about it – i'm the type of loser who genuinely likes their career (even though you WILL still see me bitching about the stupid aspects of it lmao).

under a cut because i am apparently incapable of shutting up!!

so i actually kinda fell into this line of work out of desperation lmao. i was originally trying to get a job in book publishing after i graduated college which is, like....notoriously difficult to break into. so after struggling for so damn long, i was at my wit's end when i had a thought like, "well, i grew up using social media. i'm on it all the time. i know how it works. lemme see if i can finagle this into a resume."

and then somehow it fucking worked??? i saw a job posting looking for a social media person to work specifically on this one company's twitter and tumblr accounts. yes, they were on tumblr. in 2016. and they needed someone who knew how it worked and how to run a blog. i was the only terminally online loser who fit the bill, and that's literally how i got started.

as far as degrees go, i majored in creative writing. social media degrees/studies were only JUST getting off the ground when i graduated, so it wasn't much of a thing back then. everything i know was either self-taught or learned via the WONDERFUL community of social media managers i've found over the years. there are SO many people who work in this field who are eager to help each other out, because the irony of it all is that it's.....kind of an isolating job? even though you're basically the frontline/mouthpiece of the company, your coworkers tend to forget about you. i've been left out of whole entire marketing meetings because they figured they could just hand me a pile of random content with ZERO context and i'd just be able to magically piece everything together by myself. so it's nice to have a community of folks that have been through the same struggles and can act as a shoulder for you to lean on when things get frustrating. and yeah, if i ever have a question about anything – from "what's a reasonable salary range for this position" to "what the fuck is going on with the instagram algorithm today" – someone will always answer.

and as for job progression, it's funny – when it comes to the actual job function, i haven't really "risen" up the ranks that much, but i LIKE it that way! i don't want to be a manager or anything like that – i really do love being the person who gets to dream up the content, write the captions, film the videos (sometimes), and figure out the best ways to share them. i've worked at 4 different companies since 2016 and by total coincidence, at each company i was the first person they'd ever hired to run social media as a single entity, rather than just handing it off to an employee who already had a full-time job of their own. so that means i also get to set all the benchmarks and design all the platform strategies from scratch – which sounds daunting but again, i'm the kind of loser who finds that shit fun lmao. it's partly creative and partly analytical, so it never gets boring.

ANYWAY yeah, can you tell i love chatting about this stuff lmao. it started out with me bullshitting my way into that first job by being like "i've been terminally online since 2009, please hire me" and now i actually DO know what i'm doing. kind of nuts!! i love it lol 💕

#anonymous #asks #thank u for letting me rave about this xoxo

[semi-imaginary-place]

fe3h who would...?

who's the best ice skater: Ingrid has the Faerghus cold, the athleticism, and ice magic affinity. Yeah Annette would have the most enthusiasm but not the natural coordination so she'd be the one that loves ice skating the most.

GD designate driver: Well Hilda is the LAST person to be the designated driver, she doesn't want responsibility, she's here for a good time. Lysithea thinks she's the designated driver, Lorenz has his chauffeur and would want to be relied upon. Both of them have a tendency to get carried away by the others shenanigans though so I think the true shadow designated driver is secretly Claude who arranged rides for everyone ahead of time. Also because of his trust issues I don't think Claude would ever let himself get truly wasted.

social media: I can imagine Sylvain being an instagram influencer, he craves attention like that whether it's positive or not, a very curated version of himself is totally in character since that's what he's already doing anyways. Claude probably has normal social media accounts for like twitter, ig, tiktok. But also another one for arguing and trolling people on obscure historical and philosophical forums. The person he most often trolls is Edelgard and they get into 200 pg forum arguments. Edelgard probably has a youtube channel with long form video essays. She gets her ideas from arguing with Claude. Ignatz has a secret art account. Bernadetta has a secret ao3. Caspar has a tiktok of him doing stupid things with lots of yelling filmed at the worst camera angles where you can barely see anything until he ropes Ashe in to be his cameraman. Dedue has a cooking channel. It's actually informative and comes with the recipes. Hilda, Dorothea would be like the queens of influencer social media. They'd be like haha give me 20$ and people actually would. Fashion, makeup, lifestyle, they do it all. Yuri is like half way to being an eboy so I can also see him being an influencer. Felix doesn't know what a cell phone is. Neither does Raphael. Leonie doesn't use social media. Lorenz tries to be an infuencer and has 0 followers.

Put Hilda is a dress up game.

between sylvain, lorenz, and dorothea who' would you date as a noble's the best date for a noble? Let's be real Dorothea is the only non terrible option on-here. She's an acclaimed songstress making waves on the Enbarr scene, an accomplished conversationalist, socially competent and tolerable company, she's beautiful and smart, she's kindhearted and has well argued opinions on a lot of things. Sylvain and Lorenz would flat out be a Bad Time in every way. Balthus would also be a bad date but he might be entertaining at least if you like chaos, well he'd also leave you with a 3ft long bill. (please note this in on a date in like a fun afternoon, not who a noble would likely marry in which case it'd probably be Lorenz. Gloucester is one of the most prestigious houses on the continents minus the royal families, and Leicester is more politically stable and has a better climate).

If I had to choose 2 characters to share a table with in school I'd choose Claude and Linhardt. The conversations would be fascinating and highly entertaining. Oh to be a fly on the wall of the Linhardt Claude true crime conspiracy theory podcast.

I think Byleth would be better than Shez at memorizing and following recipes and making consistent dishes that don't taste bad but wouldn't be the best thing you've ever tasted, but Shez would be better at improvising and making their own dishes and their dishes would more flair so Shez would be more hit or miss in that some days their cooking is better than Byleth's but other days its worse.

#fe3h

[kung-fu-headcanons]

I like to imagine that if there was modern technology in Ancient China, there would be so many memes about Shifu, Oogway, the Furious Five, Po and all the stuff that happened in the movies.

Maybe a few horrible ones like how Shen shot Po with a cannon would piss the Furious Five off.

Do you have any headcanons about the idea? I'd love to know them.

This is the greatest crossover of all time

I feel that, before Po came, the Jade Palace either didn't use social media at all or they were strictly monitored by Shifu, so like they could only post certain things about certain matters for a certain amount of time

They'd kind of resemble those of modern day companies where they'll use Twitter to talk about sales and stuff, I don't know never used Twitter (and don't plan to lol)

Po was a considerably heavy social media user, keeping up with all the latest updates on kung fu and he very obviously followed the social media accounts of the Five. Fanboy much?

Why can I imagine the Jade Palace being a collaborative social media account on Instagram ran by Shifu, Oogway, and the Five and like posting about the event that happened at the beginning of the first movie (I forgor the name) and being all "Please RSVP if you plan to attend" and whatnot LMBOO

Also btw "RSVP" comes from the French phrase "répondez s'il vous plait" which means "please reply" or "respond please" so that's pretty cool ig

So yeah, social media use never really was a thing until Po came along, like bro I bet he and Monkey would always do really dumb crap for TikTok views DJDJDJJD

Po's follower count would SKYROCKET, well for one he's had a social media account for a long time now and his new Dragon Warrior game really helped to boost his online status

Also he's like the only one who makes stuff about what really happens in the Jade Palace ig, also he's super active so that's another thing

Need I mention that Po would not be receiving the memes, he would making them /hj

Him and Monkey take full advantage of the memes about them, because dang it they are darn hilarious (at least most of them anyways)

Viper is a casual enjoyer of the memes, some of them are especially amusing to her, while Tigress, Crane, and Mantis don't like em at all regardless of what the meme is LOL

Well actually Tigress would pretend to hate them I feel like some of them she thinks are pretty funny but would never admit it out loud

Speaking of memes, there's already a bunch of KFP memes flying about, I haven't really been in the KFP fandom at all but there's probably memes too idk, the one I see most often is people putting some ridiculous quote like, "If she leaves you for another, there is always her mother" and quote Master Oogway, either that or "There are no Oogways" -Master Accidents or smth

Imagine having those ridiculous Master Oogway quotes float around in this modern technology KFP verse 🗿🗿🗿 it would honestly suck a lot since Oogway was a very respected figure and he died and such

And while we are on this matter, you freaking bet Po and the Five would be ticked if there are memes regarding issues that should not be memed about

Po tries to communicate with the people through his social media and he's basically like "hey could you not make memes about this, it's a sensitive topic for me and the others" and most of the time people do listen, but not always

Because, as you know, there are always those clowns that think anything is funny and they could be flat out horrible and justify it saying it's "dark humor" (when it's just straight up offensive or smth)

#kung fu panda #kung fu panda headcanons #kung fu panda hcs #kung fu panda hdcs #kung fu panda po #kung fu panda tigress #kung fu panda viper #kung fu panda crane #kung fu panda monkey #kung fu panda mantis #kung fu panda shifu #kung fu panda oogway #kung fu panda furious five #kfp #kfp headcanons #kfp hcs #kfp hdcs #kfp po #kfp tigress #kfp viper #kfp crane #kfp monkey #kfp mantis #kfp shifu #kfp oogway #kfp furious five

[nekoannie-chan]

Draw

Title: Draw.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Pre-serum!Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 464 words.

Square: D3 “Pre-serum.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Steve joined a drawing contest.

Major Tags: Fluff.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @sweetspicybingo, Sweetheart Bingo Card & square 2:

"Proud of u.”

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

This is my entry to @cabottombingo Captain Bottom Bingo round 2. CABB2024.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

I don’t give any kind of permission for my fics to be posted on other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other people. The only exception is the ones I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and are not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

Add yourself to my taglist here.

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If you like it, please vote, comment, and give me feedback to improve my skills and reblog.

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1940

Steve watched you attentively while you read them the book you had in your hands. Bucky seemed to be falling asleep. After a long time, you decided to take a day off. Anyway, nobody was going to look for them.

“I'm going to participate in the drawing contest," Steve said, suddenly interrupting you.

“What contest?" You questioned.

“Really? You said you weren't going to do it." Bucky was puzzled.

“Yeah, well, I think I have a drawing that's perfect for the occasion." Steve was beginning to sound nervous.

You and Bucky looked at each other blankly but didn't think much of it; you needed Steve to be more confident.

“Do you have something to do on Saturday?" Steve asked as soon as you opened the door.

“Does Bucky have any ideas for a triple date?"

Whenever Steve asked you that question, it was always because Bucky already had plans and you two were probably going to be bored.

“No, it's the contest expo," Steve replied.

“I'm busy going to the contest expo," you confirmed.

The day of the contest, you were trying to find the drawing Steve had made for the occasion, but all the time he somehow or other prevented you from seeing it, you began to suspect he was hiding it, so you were more curious about what he had drawn.

In the end, he managed to distract you with the muffins that were in the place, so much so that you didn't even pay that much attention to the rest of the participating drawings anymore.

You almost threw the muffin away when they announced that Steve's drawing had won first place; it just meant that the drawing was very good.

“I'm so proud of you, Steve," you congratulated him as you left the place. The next day, you would make him some cookies to celebrate.

“You should show him what you drew, Stevie; you spent the whole exhibition avoiding Y/N to see what you did," Bucky commented. You could notice a slight malice in the tone of his voice.

"No, I don't think that's necessary."

You snatched the drawing from him when you noticed that Steve was pressing it against his thin chest and unrolled it. You were dumbfounded to see that it was a portrait of you.

“I don't look like that," you whispered. The drawing was too beautiful.

“That's how I see you," Steve mumbled.

“I have things to do," Bucky said as he left. He always knew how you two felt about each other, so he only helped them a little.

“You can draw me as many times as you want if it will win you all the contests in the world," you commented.

“I will; I will win as many times as it takes."

#SweetSpicyHearts #cabottombingo #cabottombingor2 #steve rogers x reader

[purgelabs]

Dark Harvest Update 04/26/2021

Heyo, been a while. So my last update was probably a year ago, I don’t remember really, 2020 went by so quickly. I’ve uploaded a short clip from episode 2.

So, this will probably be the only clip that I can upload for now or maybe until the episode comes out. I just can’t show too much of it. But the animation you’ll see is from months ago and features a scene from the 2nd episode introducing a new character, Clair de Lune. Anyway, I’m here to talk about stuff most people aren’t probably gonna read so here goes:

Firstly, episode 2 is coming along just fine, albeit still incredibly slow. I’ve been experimenting with my workflow to maybe get work done faster, some successful and some not. For instance I tried to be “organized” and worked on a scene in its own separate file so I won’t have to deal with Adobe Animate crashing or just glitching, but turns out it’s too tedious so I just scrapped that.

Conversely, I updated how my character rigs work and that one definitely helped speed up my process, so I’m excited for that. But despite that, I’ve only managed to do around 29% of the animation so far. Which is fine, but it’s far from what my goal was. But I am a very busy person. Including this, I also work full time at a studio and also do freelance sometimes. In fact, here’s a bunch of stuff that I worked on in 2020:

I worked on Long Gone Gulch as one of their compositors:

Other compositing stuff I did for a project called “The Oyster”

I did 2 animations for MASHED:

And loads of stuff that I do at the company I work for. Sooo yeah, I have a lot on my plate. But recently, I’m trying to keep a schedule so I hopefully can have work done consistently. Been doing it for about a couple months now and I’ve definitely improved and we’ll see how much work I can get done this year. In fact, I’m really hoping episode 2 comes out this year. But that’s not a promise, it’s just a goal and I don’t know for a fact if I can do that but I’ll sure try.

And now secondly, I’ve been thinking about the future of this series. The first episode came out 3 years ago and the thought of that makes me bummed out. I have A LOT of episodes planned for this and at that pace, it’s just unrealistic to think that I can do them all myself. Of course, I already considered hiring a team for this, but honestly it’s just too expensive at the moment. Episode 2 right now is fine, I think I can handle it myself, but for the 3rd episode and onwards, I will definitely start hiring other people to help out, maybe background art and some animation and hopefully I can grow from there. But I guess that also depends how successful this cartoon is going to be. I never expected the first one to reach a million views and I’m still amazed by that number. The really vague teaser from last year also did well, it had around 100k views for something that’s about...well, nothing really. So, I am truly grateful for all the people who like my stuff. So to sum it all up, Episode 2 MIGHT maybe sorta come out this year but if it doesn't please don't hunt me down thanks. I'm also beginning writing episode 3 and 4. And I guess that's it. Thank you for sticking and look forward to more content soon!

Follow the official Dark Harvest twitter. I put a progress percentage in the bio so people are more informed of the progress so far. I'll try to be more active there but honestly I just have no idea what to post lmao.

Also follow me on my main twitter account and instagram where I'll post art sometimes. Bye for now.

#dark harvest #cartoon #animation

[madelion]

hey, i'm an artist (or so i'm pretending to be) and i absolutely ADORE your art style and the way you draw so beautifully. What are some tips or what is some advice you could give me on anatomy, use of color or digital drawing generally? I've posted my art like once but I was so nervous of what people might think of it I made something super different to my actual style, so if you scroll on my page don't find it because i hate it lmao

Anyway, I would really like to hear what's some advice you have to give!

Hi!!! First of all, thank you so much for your sweet comment it means so much to hear that 🥺

So my bIGGEST TIPS I can possibly give (this is gonna be long I apologize in advance):

1. always always always use references.

I cannot stress this tip enough.

Whether it‘s for a certain pose you want to draw: you can go on Pinterest/google to find poses, clothing ideas, hairstyles, lighting, scenery. use references for EVERYTHING. no matter what people say it is not cheating. Sometimes we luck out and we magically draw the poses straight from our brain, but honestly that’s rare.

And it doesnt all have to be from real life. You can take inspiration from other artist whose styles you look up to/admire. For me that’s viria94(Instagram), aleikats, alexiakhodanian(twitter), spidertams(instagram) and many others! Obviously you don’t want to copy your inspirations, but you can learn so much from just observing their artwork :) Your inspirations will most likely change dramatically overtime because your art style will grow as you continue to improve. These inspirations are going to be a mashup of things you like about each individual style. And eventually, you’ll learn how to incorporate some of those elements into your own art which in turn: helps you find your own voice/style with your artwork.

but also, don’t forget to not copy them exactly lol. It’s one thing to “copy” an art style as a way to personally practice in your own time (which is totally okay to do!) But there is definitely a fine line between practicing/outright copying and claiming it as your own work. I hope that made sense???

2. Redraws

this is something I only just started doing, but it has helped my artwork improve immensely. I redraw scenes from shows and movies that I love (which I will get to this tip in a second). And then because the scene is already set for you, it helps you not only practice anatomy (especially if you’re referencing real people), but also lighting, setting up compositions, and in general practicing this over time will help you refine your art style!

3. Draw from life

Not everyone has a realistic art style, nor do they need to have one. However, it is important to understand the ”rules” before you can break them. And what I mean by that is that by practicing realistic anatomy, you get to understand proportions/how the body works in relation to itself. Because even though everyone is shaped differently from each other, there is still an overall similarity we all have with one another. And honestly all you have to do will go into my next point:

4. watch tutorials

Cannot even tell you how many tutorials I have watched over the years. I will forever be on YouTube trying to learn how to do something. this honestly goes with the references section because it just helps so so so much. Having someone show you exactly what to do is so beneficial because they’ll move you through the exact motions you need to do to get to the end result. I remember when I first started really getting into art, I loved drawing realistic eyes and lips. so I watched tutorials of that all the time and now it’s pretty much second nature to me.

since you asked about the use of color, anatomy, and digital drawing… this is gonna be golden for helping you okay. I might have taken a color theory class a couple quarters ago at school… but trust me I’m still winging the whole color thing. howEVER, tutorials will be your best friend when it comes to these things I pROMISE.

5. TAKE BREAKS

please for the love of all things do not push yourself to be creative when your mind refuses to do so. some of our best work/ideas appear when we’re bored or doing something else entirely.

taking a break means go do something else you enjoy. For me that’s: playing my favorite video game, watching my favorite show/movie, reading a book, talking to my friends or family, baking, writing. just do something else!

the moment you try to force yourself to finish a drawing when you’re really not in the mindset to do so (unless this thing you’re drawing is for school… that’s an entirely different thing trust me lol), you’re just going to lead yourself into an art block. So many artists pressure themselves to draw everyday because yeah it can lead to improvement, but back in my anne with an e days when I felt pressured to put out fan art consistently for the show, it led me to what was probably my longest art block EVER. and it sucks because I ender up losing the inspiration to draw for a show that I loved a lot. So always remember to pace yourself and take care of yourself before anything else <3

6. Draw what you love

so often we feel pressured to draw what others want us to draw. But that shouldn’t matter. yes, it’s good to be aware of the people that may look at your art/follow your art account, but that should never dictate the work that you create.

for some people they love drawing original characters and creating stories, others might only love drawing animals, some people have certain themes in their artwork, and others, like me, purely like drawing fan art.

when you draw something you love, your artwork will always turn out better because that means you’re having fun making it.

and for me personally, I cannot whip out original characters for the life of me unless it’s for a grade LOL. So when it comes to drawing, that’s why I stick to fan art.

NOW I KNOW THIS WAS SUPER SUPER LONG but I really hoped this helped in some sense!!!

But thank you so much for asking, I’m always more than happy to give out some advice/tips :) I’m looking forward to seeing more art from you!

#art tips #digital art #anatomy #lighting #art style #i really rambled for six points but I seriously hope this helps AH

[h0ney-c0tton]

DNI: basic dni criteria + proshitters + ageless Flowey deniers + people who force their interpretations/headcanons/ships/concepts to others

Warning: A LOT OF TEXT BY AN EXTREME ANXIOUS PERSON TY FOR UNDERSTAND😁

HELLO welcome welcome :33 !! Before everything If you didn't played Undertale... PLAY. IT. Because this blog will be FULL of headcanons! Do not take my takes as canon PLEASE!! AND If you will check THIS ACCOUNT do not view it WITH YOUR headcanons in my art. I will not tolerate proshit in my blog ^_^!

I will introduce to you my favorite ship ever, you might have a lots of questions SO this is perfect for you because in the end I have a kind of Q&A !! I hope it helps!! If it don't then dm me or soft block me!! Thank you!

I will only talk about my visions of the ship and my alternative universes! I will not defend other peoples vision of the ship or whatever happened in 2015 cuz not interesed and not related at all :]!!

If you feel I'm not doing well (in narrative) i'm open to opinions (in a friendly way, if you act rude I will not take you seriously ^-^!!)

I'm hella cringe,like cringe cringe

Ur warned lol

Honey Cotton MITF AUs aren't 100% done, it will have changes in the future for the best of the ship. I'm trying hard for finish it and make the best I can! Here I will post only for the ship in my aus, at the moment I don't have an offical blog of my au... but I will someday if people are REALLY interesed to know more.

Pd: My english is awful so like my way of write texts aand thanks to my autism it make me repite words a LOT... but don't worry, when I notice I will make all the changes posible :]

❤️WELCOME TO MY BLOG... HONEY COTTON💙

Welcome, I'm Madumi/Marshall. This is my blog about my beloved OTP... Mad Mew Mew/Dummy x Flowey/Asriel.

This blog works with the context of my aus MITF (and specially MITF AU PRINCIPAL)

Short sumary of MITF AU PRINCIPAL:

This au works on Flowey's perspective.

The player stopped play the game in the Asriel Fight, Frisk fainted in the midle of the battle (before Asriel delethe the timeline and all monsters memories). But when they've wake up they recovered the control of their actions again. Thanks by that Asriel accidentally let go all the souls, making everybody know his true identity. Stuff happened later... and he finally acepted his new life as Flowey and kind of his past. But sadly he have a lot of personal stuff he need to solve. One day thanks to an anxiety attack he ends up with Alphys and they builded a close friendship where they both work together in the lab (Flowey re-opened it with his prince influence).

(concept, wip)

One day when Flowey finally decided to go with Alphys for visite Undyne (She already fixed her home) Flowey "met" Maddie (Dummy form, in my au she didn't found the mew mew doll... yet), Undyne's personal training dummy. They both started with the left leg, but they both slowy ends as really good friends. And thanks to their friendship without know it they both falls in love and had silly/serious moments with friends/family:). (Theres more but I want give you surprises).

💙✨I hope you like this ship, or at least like my fanarts ^^✨❤️

Others Social Media where you can find other fanarts (like doodles, concepts and memes).

Twitter:

Instagram:

Also the Asriel form is just a robot w fur yeah..

(concept)

If you want more info or have some questions DM me! I will try my best for answer all of them. Please, ISN'T necessary to be rude or mean. If you DM me or comment on my posts in a mean/rude way I wouldn't take you seriously. Thanks for read🌸

(Undertale Alarm Clock, not necessary a proof for Adult Present Asriel... But it looks nice for the blog)).

And in the end here some questions I will answer here. I will upload this if you have more questions. WIP!

Q- What Means MITF?

Wip

Madness in the Flowers. First honey cotton ship name, now tecnically it is the tittle of all my aus where honey cotton is present + personal headcanons.

The principal one is "MITF AU principal (failed pacifist)", it is the most "serious" and it is the canon timeline :] (I already explained the Summary).

MITF principal au what ifs: In short... Nonsence Fanfiction! Asriel getting their robot body before Mew Mew, Flowey and Maddie being in a relationship before they got their dream bodies, all the posibilities! Not serious and not canon! Enjoy all the possibilities :]!

MITF deltarune: My version of the past of the now young adults Deltarune characters; where Asriel and Maddie met as kids (it started as complicated thanks by Maddie revengeful spirit). But while they were growing up; feelings for each other started bloom and slowy their relationship got stronger.

MITF POTLE: (inspired on Luca Turilli album "Prophet of the last eclipse) After the revolution leader by Undyne; Monsters soon will face a prophecy that will put in danger their know world. Only Angry Mew Mew can stop it, and she will face the danger with her beloved and misterious Sanea.

MITF KOTNT: (Inspired on Luca Turilli album "King Of The Nordic Twilight) Asriel tired of the tyrany of his sibling Chara, where their identity and body was stealed by a vil entity when they were a child; he ran away with injuries to the north and ended in the old city called Snowdia. There he met Mewrienne, and with her love he earned enough motivation for free his people of evil and recover peace and their dear sibling.

Q- Since when you started ship these two?

July 29th 2016.

Q- Why you ship and still ship this fanon-pair?

I started ship this thanks to a silly comic I've made in 2016. These years I used to like it only for that reason... But now... It ended as my comfort ship, about my two fav characters.

Do you know the existence of Burgerpants x Mew Mew? Well... we can say honeycotton work in a similar way? Yeah the ship dinamic is different but I hope it helps lol

Q- You made this ship?

SADLY... Nop. I didn't. This ship borned probably in october 2015.... And I started ship it in July 2016. But I made the ship name, the universe, and the 70% of the fanarts. Whatever happened in 2015 have nothing with my ideas of the ship. SO, I DON'T CARE, I ADOPTED IT AND NOW IT IS mine. Mine! MINE!! >:3

Q- Isn't Mad Mew Mew a lesbian and Asriel aromantic?

Sorry bud but these aren't canon, buuut very valid hcs btw ❤️ here are my LGBTQI+ Hc of them :D!:

Mad Mew Mew: Transgirl (she/her) Bisexual+Biromantic (canon)

Flowey/Asriel (they goes by both names): Hermaphrodite Genderfluid (Any pronouns) Lesbian Demiromantic and Demisexual.

Pd 1: I was waiting for so long finally make canon lesbian flowey but i needed do more researchs for that first. And yes, Genderfluid people can be lesbians.

Pd 2: I want say in this space I'm so sorry for hc him as intersexual before and for the wrong reasons (him being a flower). After do many researchs Hermaphrodite ≠ Intersexual, it have a different meaning and searching testimonies about intersexual it is an offensive and stigmatizing term. Thanks for read and I'm so so sorry for notice this late by my own :")

I recommend this page for learn about intersexual people!

Q- You HC Adult Flowey/Asriel in the present only for this ship?

AFTER EVERYTHING, DO NOT USE ME OR THIS SECTION AS A "PROOF OR ARGUMENT" FOR ADULT FLOWEY/ASRIEL. MAKE. YOUR. OWNS. This is only for ME. Ty! Do not screenshot or use me at all.

First of all, Flowey is ageless. People out there have differents interpretations of his character so his case isn't "age up" and "age down" the canon age of a character.

AAAND nop, not only for that reason. I hc that before ship honeycotton .3.

IDK, since day 1 I felt he was an adult to me, not sure why... he kind of act like a big brother for us... at least thats the vibe I can feel interacting with him. He messing up with us, teaching us, taking care us, giving advices, etc. And while myself growing up, I was reflecting on him everyday, and now, at my 20's years old... GOSH, i relate to him A LOT!

I'm convinced his character was made for being this interpretable, for all kind of players from this amazing game. Reading his dialogues, few of toby's comments about him and how he try hard to not put references of his actual age, etc. Like c'mon, He refers to Asriel GOH like adult asriel in multiple times! And him being an adult in deltarune who is friends with burgerpants/catty/bratty (all +18 in undertale) must mean something!

In a narrative way can also can works perfectly (him being all ages for be honest).

Q- Why you think it is interpretaded if in the final battle he shows himself as a child?

//I don't want invalidate Present child flowey headcanon, I only want validate mines. I have a huge respect for people who hc him as a child and I also respect their canons when it is about their Aus... But I want people respect my visions too. These are my very personal thoughts, I don't want generate a fight over it, I just want show yall my ideas. Flowey is a very important character for me, he means so much that he made me understand a lot of myself. This is how I see his character and his history.

Ok, I like think he did that because how Flowey used to think Frisk was Chara, he did it for being recognizable for his old "best friend" (You can even notice it while you're playing it) and plus a kind of trauma response. Maybe similar on that scene from the Movie "Red" from pixar with Mei's mother in the climax?

I also want mention he reborned in the flower, making it his actual body. He isn't traped on it like a lost soul; maybe he could feel trapped because he don't wanted accepted his actual misserable life (for obvious reasons). But otherwise than that don't makes sence to me, 'cuz it kind of erases part of his character and also separates it with "flowey".

I'm saying this because I see people say that Asriel is in Flowey like if he were a ghost inside the flower when, huh... his case isn't like the humans souls or Chara?? since these are actually trapped, again, Asriel REBORNED in the flower. Asriel and Flowey aren't separated entities, the game NEVER implies that! and again, making it erase a big part of his character, making it plane and BORING. But if you wanna hc ok go ahead but don't force it to everyone LOL.

Another thing I want mention is that It's heavily implied that he lived a lot playing God with his universe... and not only resseting in the same day but for days, weeks, months or maybe even for years! (For few of his dialogues who implies that).

"But hes too childist for being an adult!" Sorry if you discover this since now....... but adults are childists! (irl and fiction). Yes, Flowey can act childist in x scenarios... but so do characters like Undyne, Papyrus, Mad Mew Mew herself, etc! And yes, in x scenarios, because he is in same time mature in x scenarios too (mostly of his dialogues on the epilogues).

"But what about Frisk? They can play for years and still look the same" Well, if Flowey looked like predeath Asriel in the whole game this debate wouldn't exist in the first place, but hes not "the little goat boy". In his body as a flower he don't have the appareance of someone of any age. So for this case we should focus in the mentally part? Because hm yeah it goes anywhere

Also... isn't canon that his god form is his adult form by Toby fox? Cuz he said it like 3 times already. Anyway, you can interpretate THAT form whatever you want, all of them are are valid and can have an interesing narrative on it. Wich again, it must also means something.

Sorry if i'm not very clear. But what I'm trying to say....everything points that his age is upon interpretation. There is enough evidence for all headcanons about his age (kid/teen/adult) and us as community.... we should acept and respect that. And if that makes you feel weird... OK, thats fine! It is valid!! Just soft block people and live your life!!! I wouldn't take it personal!!

As much I would love toby fox confirms his actual age, I think the best is that never happens. Not thinking on me, but on everyone. Flowey fans made up really good stories (where is age kid/adult is relevant), and idk, it only will bring more fights and a lot of people feeling uncomfortable/sad for their work of the character.

Q- Are you working for a Deltarune MITF Au?

Yes, I am ;).

Q- Do you see them in a romantic way when they're interacting in fanwork that wasn't made by you?

I have a huge respect for other people fanwork. Yes, I may be look happy as fuck seeing them interacting in art who wasn't made by me (because THEY are also my fav characters lol), but not for that reason I will ship them there if the context in the fanwork isn't for that AND MORE if on it Flowey is a CHILD. I have limits, and If I want people respect my universe I need respect other people universes too.

Q- Do you ship them in differents aus?

I will not lie, I used to do that years ago. But I learned thats wrong and I don't do that anymore without the consent of creators since that (the three fanarts I did are now delethed). If the Devs of the Au are comfortable with it I will love make concepts for the ship in their AUs (only in cases where Asriel/Flowey is an adult/Similar age with Maddie, not a toxic relationship and both characters have sexualities that let them be together... But I can also make platonic/frienship/rivals concepts too (both with similar age).

I will ship them in aus only in cases with consent/if people makes their own honey cotton content. If I don't have consent then I wouldn't do it.

Q- In your PRINCIPAL universe what is canon and what isn't canon?

//pd: All the honey cotton fanarts made by me are from my ship Au universes, but many of these are from alt timelines/universes. So, if you see art of:

•Mad (Dummy form) x Flowey/Asriel (both forms) kissing/being a couple isn't canon. In MITF au Principal they only became a couple much after Maddie's transition as Mad Mew Mew. These drawings are from an alternative not serious timeline. I'll be honest, i do those more for a nostalgic reason and as fanservice for myself and fans. Sorry guys for let you know in this way😔

•Flowey/Asriel x Mad Mew Mew/Dummy as evil. Not serious alternative neutral universe.

•Mad Mew Mew x Photoshop Flowey, not serious Alternative neutral universe

•Joke/Memes drawings aren't canon. These are made only for make me laugh. Only for that reason, for make me laugh. These have alt timelines where nothing is serious or logicall. If you find some of them problematic, let me know it. If the drawing is confusing (if it is serious or just a joke) also let me know it.

Q- I can use some of your concept for my au?

How this is only a personal Alternative Universe from a game that I didn't made... I can't own concepts. So, yes, take all the concepts you want I guess (ex: Asriel robot body, Undyne and Asriel being siblings, Flowey adult hc, etc). But you can't make changes to my AU... cuz, it is more personal to me. Instead I recomend you make your own version of it ;) (with an alternative name or idk use your head).

But I wouldn't mind crossovers 👀

Q- Is this ship dendrophilia/necrophilia/mechaphilia?

They're monsters (ok I know the flower tecnically isn't a monster BUT how Asriel dust fused with the flower... It should make him half monster????So, huh, yeah I don't think the ship is any of these stuff-

Q- Can I request other artists honey cotton?

Sadly I can't stop people do that... but if you really like my content and you have the need to see other people vissions of the ship... PLEASE, first ask what are their headcanons on Flowey/Asriel. NOT EVERYBODY HC adult Flowey/Asriel or are openly to rarepairs. I want build a healty community, be empathic to others.

Q- Can I RP/Kin your MITF Flowey?

How you can do rp of a character based on a story I didn't posted yet...?

Q- Can I RP Honey Cotton?

Not in my hands, so you can do whatever you want. BUT, I will not tolerate problematic RP. Example: If you RP as Child Asriel x Adult MewMew

Q- Can I request you?

Yeah, but I WON'T draw:

-Maddie as an adult and Flowey as a child or viceversa (Romantic, platonic/friendship, babysitting, etc) Idea that make me feel really really uncomfortable. Is like you ask somebody who HC child flowey/asriel and deny adult flowey headcanon draw Honey Cotton... IT. IS. WEIRD. And will be uncomfortable for both of US. Respect people!

-Abusive.

-NSFW.

-And everything that makes me uncomfortable but I can't put in words right now.

Q- ... WHY YOU WRITED ALL OF THIS???? IT IS A LOT OF TEXT WTFFF W YOU

BAHAHHAHA I'M SORRY!! I'M REALLY VERY VERYY ANXIOUS, VERY VERY ANXIOUS. I CAN'T CONTROL IT AND I DON'T WANT NOBODY MISSUNDERSTOOD ME AAAAAA TOT.

//Before finish... welcome to my page, I'm someone who sadly comited a lot of mistakes in the past (mistakes i'm not proud of, thanks because my 0 social skills). I still have to learn a lot, but I can promise you I will try my best to be better and better. How you can notice I always make changes on this long pinned post, it is thanks for my new experiencies talking with people (good or bad ones). I'm very grateful inside for all these experiences, it helps me be more mature (even if it toke me time realice). Thanks very much for being there, as a person with an inexplicable passion about a VEEERY rarepair...

#honey cotton #madness in the flowers #text post #information