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big girls do(n't) cry | charles leclerc social media au
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charles' gf just can't seem to catch a break
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leclercbaby: so charles is racing in miami and y/n is out spending his money with her friends?
ynandcharles: you know she has a job right? and a life outside of charles?
charlesdefender: let's not pretend her little writing gig covers all of this shit
charles_leclerc: lovely lady
yourinstagram: why thank you my dashing gentleman
ferrarigirl16: imagine dating an elite athlete and smoking? it's so gross charles needs to drop her asap
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babygirlpierre NO Y/N ??? DON'T GET ME EXCITED
holacarlos55 do you people not have jobs or ?
yourusername what do they put in the water in monaco woooooof
charles_leclerc says the tall glass of water herself
justleclercthings let's not pretend that her missing his home gp isn't a HUGE deal omg
lordperceval i usually don't care about wag drama but like ... we all know y/n is the worst wag, right? she hardly comes to races, is always spending his money with her friends and is smoking as if he doesn't need to be in top condition?
likedbypierregasly you might have a point
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yourusername: you didn't think i'd forgotten about monaco, did you?
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cl16x mother back to mothering as she should
charlesstan okay well some of y'all are real quiet now
charles_leclerc wouldn't be a monaco race without you (and your stray cats)
yourbff since we're staying at your house i'll keep what i wanted to say to myself
yourbff2 meow bitch
yourusername don't pretend you don't love us
peargasly why can't she go anywhere without her friends it's so weird
pierregaslight because she obviously has no friends in the paddock any time the camera goes to the ferrari garage no one is ever with her
grussy63 she seems super annoying idk what charles sees in her
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howdyricciardo so everyone who gets on her ass when she can't go to races but where's the same energy for charles now - we all know they have the week off cause he's on holiday with pierre.
landonowins it's such a double standard
number16 i still think she's bad for charles her actually doing her job won't change my mind
charlesbaby can't wait for the day when she won't be on this page anymore
perceval16 these comments ... they're on every post i really think charles needs to say something at this point, he's just hanging y/n out to dry
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[caption: lonesome love. i am bored by his heroism, virtue, and honour. i think the best these men can do is not talk about themselves anymore]
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yourbff: since no one else will, LISTEN UP SLUTS!!! this girl is the most talented and kind-hearted girl in the whole entire world. ANYONE would be lucky to be with her, so it honestly BAFFLES my mind that those blessed enough to be with her are so silent when his so-called fans rip a person they do not know apart on social media. i say this sincerely GET A LIFE!!! also she's the sexiest girl in the world and could have literally anyone she wants so PICK UP THE SLACK OR we'll activate operation hot girl summer - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!
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yourusername i love you all so much - platonic soulmates for real
danielricciardo @charles_leclerc
charlieleclerc oh wow charles just got humbled
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charles_leclerc: i've not been the best of boyfriends in recent weeks, so it is time i say my piece. y/n is the most talented, patient and beautiful individual i have ever met and i won't stand for her being attacked on social media by my "fans". you are not a fan of mine if you attack my girlfriend. i love her and nothing an anonymous comment can say will ever change that. you attack her for not "supporting" me enough and yet none of you know anything from behind the scenes (not that you should need to), if anything i have been the unsupportive one. i love y/n so so much and i will do anything to make sure she knows it. please stay out of our business.
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yourusername: he's mine. cry more.
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lilacleclerc i love them so much PARENTS
danielricciardo WHOOP TELL EM'
charles_leclerc love you too baby
yourusername i love you more
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myloveleclerc finally !!!
dutchlion i'm so glad he finally said something - and also me if i were a wag CRY MORE
note: bit of a random one but alas i hope y'all enjoy
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The Only Reason
Summary: Even though your relationship with Christian has been rocky, neither of you are willing to go down without a fight.
Warnings: 18+, arguments, panic attack, a lot of crying, angst but a fluffy (if you can call it that I guess) ending, SMUT, some dirty talk, soft dom!Chris, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it and make sure you're not allergic to your wrap!), fingering, oral (f receiving), creampie, the smut is sweet tbh
WC: 4.4K
A/N: It's my birthday but this is a present for all of you! Inspired by "The Only Reason" by 5 Seconds of Summer. My first attempt at smut which lowkey I wasn't supposed to add but it fit anyway. This is a step considering I'm openly horny on main now so you might see more in the future 👀. I literally changed it 1274045923845 times but I'm happy with the way it turned out so I hope you guys think it's good-
"Even though my dizzy head is numb
I swear my heart is never giving up.
You're the reason
The only reason."
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The front door slammed shut, indicating Christian was finally home from training. You sighed, praying this would blow over quickly so you could enjoy your dinner.
The past few weeks had been incredibly frustrating for the both of you. Chelsea had been on a losing streak with hardly any goals and Christian hardly got any play time. He was in the middle of trying to negotiate some sort of deal with the club, either to transfer or give him more playing time. Although it wasn't the option he preferred, it was likely he'd be transferred somewhere else soon, and with that contract talks had to be opened. He loved Chelsea, but the club didn't seem to return that love to him. It heavily weighed on Christian's mind, slowly draining him of the love he had for the sport, sending him deeper into a depressive and angry spiral causing him lash out on everyone.
On top of that, your own stresses had started building up. Your workload had tripled due to you being short staffed. Every time you thought you were done with a project, a modification was added or a brand new one was added to your list of things to do. You were working overtime almost every single day and you were close to ripping your hair out.
Between your work and Christian's training, you'd hardly seen each other over the past few months. He'd been extra short with you recently, something that was pretty unusual for Christian. You were typically the one who struggled to keep your anger in check, but these days it seemed your boyfriend could give you a run for your money. Most days you spent sleeping away from each other as opposed to being cuddled in each others arms. During the very brief moments you did end up spending time together, more often than not it resulted in some kind of an argument.
You both agreed earlier that morning that you were in desperate need of some kind of date night to ease your minds and to spend time together. You decided that a simple dinner would be sufficient enough. It was something small, you wouldn't have to go anywhere, and it was always one of your favorite date ideas since you'd gotten together. You were excited to finally spend time with your boyfriend even if it wasn't anything fancy.
But you knew by the way Christian slammed the door that he thought otherwise. He angrily threw his training bag to the side, grumbling to himself.
"Chris, it doesn't do you any good to pace angrily around the house," you sighed. "At least come eat and try to take your mind off things."
It seemed you only made him angrier.
"God, what don't you get?!" he snapped back. "Fucking food isn't gonna help the situation. Our team is shit, this situation is shit, everything is shit!"
You stood up from your place at the table, upset with Christian for yelling at you when you just wanted to help.
"I understand you're frustrated with everything, but don't take it out on me!" you yelled back. "All I'm trying to do is help you. I'm not a fucking emotional punching bag for you to take your shit out on Christian!"
He slammed his hands on the table, the sound echoing throughout the entire house. It startled you. Christian wasn't one to express his anger through violence like this.
"Why do I even keep fucking trying with you?! All you do is nag and nag and nag! You keep 'trying to help' but you're not!" he screamed back. "All you do is get in my face of 'oh Christian do this,' 'oh Christian try and do that.' Get out of my face for once I'm fucking tired of it!"
You were stunned. Your heart with each word Christian spat out at you. You loved him, but you knew you didn't deserve what he'd been giving you for the past few months.
"Fine. I'll 'get out of your face,'" you said calmly.
"Actually you know what? I'll do it myself. Being in here suffocates me," he said venomously, grabbing his keys and storming out the house.
You moved into the bedroom the two of you shared. What once felt like home to you felt like a prison suffocating you the longer you stood in it. And you just fell to your knees and cried.
You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment where it all started going wrong. You and Christian weren't perfect of course, but you just worked. You understood each other like no one else. You'd experienced things together that you'd never had with other people. You hadn't grown up with Christian in the past, but that didn't matter. He was your present and was going to be your future.
But that was then. Somewhere along the way, things changed. Nowadays he barely made time for you. He was gone before you woke up and you were asleep before he came home. Date nights were nonexistent, special occasions stopped being special. You couldn't keep begging for his attention, wondering if this time would be enough to keep it.
You didn't want things to end. That was absolutely the last thing you wanted to do. You loved Christian with everything you had. But you were the only one trying and you both knew that. Somewhere Christian just fell out of love with you while you were desperately trying to grasp onto something. But it was no use. He was gone a long time ago.
Christian was in the middle of figuring out the trajectory of his career, unsure if he was to wait out his contract with Chelsea for the next season or leave for a club that truly appreciated him. And pretty soon, he would be flying back to the States for international break. The last thing you wanted to do was add onto the stress Christian was feeling.
But how long would you have to keep sacrificing your own happiness for the sake of his?
Christian didn't come home that night, nor the night after that, nor the night after that. Not that you really expected him to. He hadn't been home all that much anyway, and even while he was there physically, he wasn't there. So sleeping alone in your bed wasn't that much of a foreign feeling anymore anyway. And the longer he was away, the foggier your mind became. The answer was right there in front of you. This was Christian blatantly telling you how he felt about your relationship. Right?
It wasn't until about a week later that Christian had contacted you, letting you know he'd be coming back that night. You mentally prepared yourself for the worst.
The door opened, causing you to snap out of your thoughts. You could hear the clattering of the keys being placed on the table and footsteps heading up the stairs.
The lights flickered in your bedroom. Your eyes met his, startling him.
"Oh hey, I didn't realize you'd still be up," Christian said surprised, removing his jacket and placing it on a chair.
"We need to talk Christian," you said, trying to prevent your voice from wavering.
"We'll talk in the morning, Y/N. It's kind of late and I don't want another fight right now," he responded.
"I'm serious Christian," you answered, feeling your heart breaking already. "And I don't think this can wait until morning."
"Why do you keep using my full name?" Christian asked uncomfortably. "You only use it like this when something's really wrong."
You didn't answer. Instead you got up from your place on the bed and hugged his waist, completely breaking down. You felt like you couldn't breathe through all the tears and the pain you felt. Your body gave out as you fell to the ground, taking Christian with you.
For a second time that night, Christian was surprised. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, kissing your head.
"Hey, hey, baby what's wrong? What's going on?" he asked.
You couldn't get the words out. You only cried harder as he led you back to your bed. You took in this moment with him, not knowing if this was the last night you would sharing with him. You tried to memorize the scent of his favorite cologne, how perfectly you fit into his arms, the way his kisses felt. You wanted to remember how safe you felt with Christian and how your heart longed for him to come home to you.
"It's okay, baby, it's okay. I'm right here. I won't ever let anything hurt you," he said, trying to soothe you.
Little did he realize he was the reason you were hurting so much.
You held Christian close to you as the weight of your decision started to kick in. You wanted nothing more in this world than to be with Christian. He meant everything to you. You wanted it all with him. You wanted to marry him one day, carry his children, grow old together. You wanted to wear his last name to every game he played, to support him as he reached all his dreams. You could have nothing but Christian and you would be perfectly content.
Your mother had told you growing up that every scenario that came your way had three answers: yes, no, or wait. And you so desperately wanted to believe Christian was your sign that being patient was worth it. That waiting would be worth it. That one day it would bring you the happiness you craved and you deserved.
But how long were you supposed to wait? How long had you waited for him to fulfill his promises? How long had you been patient with him? How long had you stayed loyal every time he'd taken his anger out on you? How long had you been contemplating if you were worth saving? Was this just patience or were you holding onto something that you should've let go of a long time ago?
"I'm sorry for what I said earlier baby," he said, stroking your hair trying to soothe you. "I didn't mean it. I love you so much. I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so sorry."
You couldn't get words out. You needed just one last night to call yourself his before you could make your final decision.
"Just hold me please," you sobbed out, gripping his body as hard as you could.
"I'll do whatever you need baby. I'm right here. I'll always be right here."
Christian was scared. He didn't fully understand what was going on or why you were crying the way you were. But he knew something was off and something was wrong. So he just held you as you let out all the emotions you'd been feeling for weeks.
Christian knew it was more serious than he initially thought when you kept crying for over an hour. He didn't realize how absent he'd been from your life until then. How long had you been feeling such emotional turmoil? What else had he missed? Why were you crying this hard for so long?
Truthfully, he was afraid to find out. As shitty of a boyfriend he'd been over the past few weeks, Christian loved you with every fiber of his being. The last thing he wanted to do was lose you, the relationship you'd built up for years together.
But he knew the likelihood of a break up was probably looming in your mind. Was this it? Was this a sign that something was coming to an end? He didn't want to know. He knew you two needed to talk, especially after the way he walked out. But he was afraid of the outcome.
So he just held you close to him, praying this wouldn't be the last time he got to feel you like this. He took in your scent, trying to memorize the way you felt in his arms. He left kisses on your forehead, shoulders, and cheeks, wiping the tears away as he went.
You eventually calmed down, your grip on Christian never loosening.
"Christian I-" you gasped out.
"It's okay baby, take your time. You don't have to rush anything you don't want to," he whispered gently, kissing your forehead again.
"I'm sorry," you said quietly.
"Baby, you have nothing to be sorry about," he said. "If anything, I should be the one who's sorry. I've been such a horrible boyfriend. I shouldn't have said what I said, I shouldn't have done what I did."
"Christian…" you trailed.
"Shh, it's okay baby. It's okay. We don't have to talk about this right now. We can talk about this in the morning. Just let me hold you right now. Everything is going to be okay," he said softly.
"Chris I'm scared," you whispered.
His heart broke a little knowing you were scared of what morning would entail.
"I'm scared too baby. I'm so fucking scared," he admitted. "But we'll talk about this when it comes okay? Just be here with me now. Nothing else is going to hurt you tonight I promise."
The two of you were laying on your side facing each other. Your head was tucked into his chest, tears flowing every so often. Christian never once let go, not even when his arms started going numb. You were afraid to close your eyes, scared that Christian would be gone the moment you opened them.
Your body stopped shaking and you eventually stopped crying during the early morning hours. You were quiet. And if he didn't know you well, Christian would've believed you were asleep.
But he knew better. He knew that you couldn't sleep because neither could he. Just two souls barely hanging on by a thread not knowing how to fix it.
Did you want to fix things? Or were things so far gone there was nothing you could do anymore? Was this still worth it? Was a future still possible? Would love be enough to save this?
You were set on breaking up with him the night before. You were so sure that's what you wanted. But under the moonlight that peaked through your window, you didn't know what to do anymore. Your head was dizzy with thoughts and you couldn't think clearly anymore.
"Christian?" you called out quietly.
"Yeah?"
"What are we doing?"
His body tensed at the question. He was quiet at first, not wanting to say the wrong thing. He knew this was it. His answer would either make or break your relationship.
"I don't know baby," he answered honestly.
You nestled your head further into his chest.
"I don't want to keep doing this. Guessing if you still want us. You're either in or you're out Chris. I don't want to keep playing your games."
Christian had to stop himself from letting out a sob and took a deep breath. You didn't trust him or his words anymore. And realizing that absolutely broke his heart.
"Can you look at me Y/N?" he asked.
You hesitated for a moment before lifting your head. Christian cupped your cheek with his hand, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth. He rested his forehead on yours.
"You don't have to say anything okay? Just hear me out. I know I've been a shitty boyfriend. I know I haven't been there for you. I haven't treated you well. I've lashed out on you when you've done nothing but love and support me. Through all the shit the world's thrown at me this season, you've been everything I need and more. And I haven't appreciated that. And you deserve so much more than what I've been giving you."
Christian stopped for a moment, taking the opportunity to look at you. How could he have hurt you so bad? How could he let everything slip between his fingers?
"I'm sorry for everything I've put you through. I'm sorry that you've lost trust in my words. You always tell me that my words, my actions, and my intentions need to line up and they haven't been and I'm so sorry for that. I'm sorry I've broken so many promises. And most of all, I'm sorry that you're hurting and I'm the cause of it when I told you I'd never let anyone hurt you. I failed to see what was right in front of me and I've taken you for granted and I'm so sorry."
A tear fell from your eye, quickly caught by Christian's thumb.
"I don't deserve you. I really don't. You know that and I know that better than anyone."
He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead further into yours.
"But please don't give up on us. I know you can't trust my words right now, but I swear to you I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I can't let you go. Not now and not ever. No more games. No more confusion. No more trying to guess where my head and where my heart stand with you. Right here, right now, forever and always I'm with you. My head is with you. My heart is with you. All of me is with you. And I promise I'll prove it every day for as long as I live. So please. Give me one last chance to be with you."
You didn't know what to say. You didn't know what you wanted anymore. How could you trust him? He was saying all the right words, but did he really mean it? Were they more empty words?
Yes, no, or wait. Just like your mother said. But you'd waited so long that it seemed almost futile. Had you been wasting your time? Or was this what you were meant to do?
And though your head was fighting with itself, dizzy and numb from the constant questions running around, you knew where your heart lied. So you did the only thing you felt could portray how you felt enough to give him and answer.
You lifted your chin and kissed him deeply, wrapping your arms around his neck. His grip on your cheek was firm, bringing you as close as you could physically get. The tears wouldn't stop flowing from either of your faces, but none of that mattered. What mattered was here and now.
Yes, no, or wait. And you finally got your answer.
He kissed you like you were the oxygen he needed to breathe. And truthfully, he needed you to breathe.
You pulled back ever so slightly, just enough for you to be able to talk.
"You get one chance at this Chris. Only one," you said breathlessly. "Don't waste it."
His lips were back on yours in response, his teeth tugging on your bottom lip. You let out a soft moan as he pushed you onto your back, settling himself in between your legs. He pulled back keeping his forehead to yours breathing heavily.
"I love you Y/N. I love you so much you don't even know," he said. "I won't waste it. Not ever again."
You grabbed his shirt and pulled him back to your lips, needing to feel him closer. Your hands traveled underneath his shirt, nails scratching his skin lightly as they roamed his chest.
Christian pulled back from you for a moment to rip his shirt off before attaching his lips back to yours, giving you more access to him. You couldn't keep your hands off each other, your legs wrapping around his hips to bring you even closer to him.
"Chris," you whispered. "I need-"
"I know baby," he answered. "I know. Let me take care of you."
You whimpered beneath him as his lips moved to your neck, leaving a trail of marks as he gave you sloppy but gentle kisses. He bit down on the spot just below your ear, causing you to let out a loud moan.
"Does that feel good baby?" he whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine that resonated throughout your whole body.
"God yes Chris it feels so good please," you begged beneath him.
His hands grabbed the bottom of your shirt, bringing it over your head and pressing his chest against yours as he kissed your lips gently.
"So fucking beautiful. And all mine," he said to himself.
His lips returned to your neck, this time the trail leading to your breasts. You gasped as you felt his tongue along your nipple, pressing yourself further into his mouth. You only squirmed more as he moved to your other side, your fingers tangled in his hair tugging lightly. He kissed down your torso until he reached the band of your shorts.
"May I?" he asked softly.
You nodded your head frantically.
"Words baby." His fingers hooked into them, toying with the fabric. "You know the drill. I can't give you what you want unless you tell me."
"Yes please," you whined, wiggling your hips in the hopes of getting the clothing off you faster.
"Please what Y/N?"
"Please take them off Chris please. I wanna feel you on my pussy please, please, please."
"Good girl."
He slowly slid your shorts down, taking a little too long for your liking. He kissed down your stomach, loving how you were falling apart beneath him.
His fingers rubbed over the dark spot of your underwear. You gasped, hands grabbing the sheets tightly. He moved his fingers almost in a trance watching as the patch grew darker and larger.
"You're so fucking wet baby. You like it when I touch you like this?" he chuckled.
"Yes I love feeling you play with my pussy!" you moaned, grinding your hips against his fingers.
Christian pulled your underwear to the side. You shivered in anticipation as you felt Christian's breath on your lips.
"Can I taste you?" he asked, running his fingers through your folds.
"God yes! Please let me feel your tongue," you begged, lacing your fingers through his hair to bring him closer.
"As you wish princess."
Your back arched the moment his tongue made contact with you. He licked from the bottom all the way to your clit, lightly sucking on it. You moaned tugging at his curls. The louder you moaned, the faster he went alternating between licking and sucking. Your thighs closed around his head as you pushed him closer to you.
You were so lost in the pleasure that you were surprised when Christian inserted two of his fingers into your folds. You moaned even louder at the intrusion.
"God Christian more please. Please I need more!"
You were begging, but you didn't even know what you were begging for. You just wanted him to keep going.
Christian was enjoying every second of this. He loved watching you fall apart beneath him.
"You need more baby? So greedy. My tongue sucking on your clit and my fingers deep inside your pussy. What else could you want?" he teased, picking up the speed as he fucked you with his fingers.
You couldn't form any proper sentences anymore. Incoherent noises left your mouth as your body started shaking uncontrollably, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
"Damn baby you're shaking. Are you close already? I've barely even done anything," he mused, inserting a third finger and fucking you even faster.
"God I'm so fucking close please let me cum! Please please please I need to cum please Christian please!" you all but screamed.
"Shh, it's okay. You can cum baby. Let it go for me," he said softly.
Your vision went blank as you came, your hands grasping at Christian's curls to anchor you to reality. Your legs shook violently as Christian continued coaxing your climax out of you, only slowing down as your body started spasming with overstimulation.
"Christian I need more," you whined, gasping for air.
"I know baby, I know. I'll take good care of you," he said. "I'm right here okay?"
Christian kissed your lips gently, making your heart flutter. He softly caressed your face admiring how you glowed under the moonlight. You melted under his gaze holding him close to you.
"You okay?" he asked.
You nodded, giving him the go ahead. He moved back just enough to remove his bottoms before taking his place between your legs again. He placed both of his hands gently on your cheeks, resting his forehead against yours. He looked deep into your eyes as his thrusted his hips into yours. You gasped into his mouth as he picked up the speed, grinding slow but deep.
"I love you Christian," you moaned breathlessly.
"I love you Y/N," he responded. "I love you so much. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I'm sorry I made you feel otherwise. And I'll spend the rest of my life proving my worth to you."
The room was quiet except for the skin slapping against each other and the soft gasps you let out. You grabbed Christian's neck, bringing him as close as you possibly could. You needed him in every sense of the word, wanting to feel every inch of his skin on yours. He was yours and you were his. Your bodies intertwined in the same way your souls had all those years ago and that was all you really needed.
"Chris I need-" you were cut off with a particularly deep thrust making you moan, tugging at the curls on the nape of Christian's neck.
"I'm close too baby. Cum with me. Become one with me Y/N."
You had one of the strongest orgasms you'd ever had in your life. Your chest pressed into his as his cum filled you up, clenching your pussy around him. You held each other tightly, afraid to lose one another as space came between you.
The both of you laid there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of being so intimate. You gasped into each others mouths as your heartrates began to slow down ever so slightly.
"God you're so beautiful. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Christian said in awe of you.
You flushed beneath him becoming shy.
"Babe you just came all over my dick. You really shouldn't be that shy," he said cheekily. You scoffed and hit his chest slightly.
"You're actually ridiculous," you said lovingly, pressing your lips to his for a quick kiss.
He pecked you once more before pulling out of you. He got up, grabbing a towel and gently cleaning your body. He left kisses as he went, worshipping your body. Once he was done, he laid on his back bringing your head onto his chest. He kissed the top of your head as you tucked yourself beneath his arm.
"Are we okay Christian?" you asked meekly.
"Yeah baby. We're okay. We're gonna be okay."
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My Boyfriend Can Fall Asleep Anywhere (Slight NSFW 18+)
AN: He acts like you don't know him like the back of your hand
Synopsis: Your loving boyfriend can fall asleep anywhere as long as he has his most comfortable pillow which is you
Pairing: Urban Wyatt x Reader
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"Babe, are you sure you still want to go? You hardly slept last night." You asked, while running your hand through his curls.
You just knew he was about to fall over at any minute.
It was no secret how hard he worked all the time and you could tell that it was now catching up to him. He admitted that he hadn’t been sleeping a lot while on tour seeing how there were so many things going on and you took it upon yourself to come and spend time with him for a few weeks, hoping he would sleep better if you were near him.
“I’m fine, we can go.” He said leaning down to kiss you and you quickly gave him several pecks back.
“But…”
“We aren’t staying long anyway and then I’ll be able to go to sleep.”
“Um, the event isn’t even over until two in the morning.”
“We don’t have to stay that long, though.”
It was hilarious actually.
Urban was a known insomniac, however, he could fall asleep anywhere and has done it multiple times before. It could be in the middle of a full blown party and he would be knocked out on the couch.
“I’d rather you go to sleep now.”
“Before I give you this work?” Urban questioned and raised an eyebrow at you while you simply rolled your eyes.
“Urby, the only work that I’ll probably get from you is having you slide in me and fall asleep within five minutes. Cockwarming would suit this situation and not anything else.”
“Well damn.”
“But did I lie?”
“I plead the fifth.”
“Exactly.”
“Besides, I’m the one hosting the after party, how am I not going to show up?” Urban asked as he looked over at you changing out your shoes to match with the new outfit that you had put on.
“You’re about to fall asleep while we’re there, I know it.”
“Twenty dollars says I won’t.”
You did a double take to look at him and scoffed.
“Didn’t realize my boyfriend was so cheap.” You said while standing up and walking towards him.
“I AM NOT! DIDN’T I JUST BUY YOU A CARTIER BRACELET? TAKE IT BACK.”
“NO!”
“FINE 50 DOLLARS!”
“Lord, help me.”
In one of the rare occasions, Jack would also be coming to the after party along with the rest of PG. You would think that because he would have all of his friends around him that it would be easier for him to stay awake, but you didn’t count on it and couldn’t wait for him to hand you your 50 dollars.
The after party was underway and you were currently sitting on Urban’s lap as he kept placing kisses along your neck. Once he had stopped doing that, you would look back at him every few minutes to make sure he was still awake since you noticed that his grip around your waist would loosen.
It was only a matter of time until he was out like a light.
And to think it was only midnight and there were two more hours to go.
“Baby? You okay?” You asked while turning around and looked to see that his eyes were closed and he had leaned his head back.
“I’m fine, I’m just resting my eyes.”
“And that’s what my dad says every single time before that man is out like a light. We got two more hours to go of this. Get this work my ass.”
“Don’t tempt me because I will give it to you right here.”
“You wouldn’t be able to stay awake long enough to get your dick out.”
“Wait a minute… URB?! ARE YOU SLEEP?!” Jack exclaimed while looking over at the two of you.
“NO!”
“NOT YET, ANYWAY!”
“BABY, CUT IT OUT!”
“YOU MIGHT AS WELL HAND ME MY MONEY NOW.”
“Wait, yall made a bet?” 2fo curiously asked while coming over to all of you with a drink in his hand.
“Only fifty dollars since my boyfriend is so cheap.” You said while rolling your eyes.
“Didn’t he just buy you a Cartier bracelet though?” Quiiso said while looking at your wrist.
“Doesn’t count, he only said fifty because he knows that he’s going to lose.”
Just then you felt Urban slide you off of his lap and you were now sitting next to him.
“What the?” You asked confused and looked over to see his extremely heavy eyes.
“Damn, Urb, just hand her the money now, you not about to last much longer.” You heard Shloob say from his spot on the other side of you.
Another twenty minutes had passed and you then noticed how Urban had now wrapped his arms around you and was face first in your boobs knocked out cold.
“And he said that he would be able to stay awake the entire time.” You said as you were simply playing in his hair.
“Is he? Is he really face first knocked out on your chest right now? In the middle of a party that he’s supposed to be hosting?”
“It never fails.”
You then heard muffling and realized that it was coming from Urban.
“Babe, what?!” You asked not understanding a word that he had just said.
He then picked his head up to answer you before putting it back in its original position.
“I’m awake!”
“Urb, you were snoring face first in your girlfriend’s boobs. You were asleep.” Jack said while laughing at him.
“Run my girl her money.”
“Remind me to never get Urb to host any of my parties. How is he the host and he sleep?”
“For the last time, I’M AWAKE!”
“He’s just as bad as a toddler, fighting sleep.”
“He’s always been like that.”
“Yall are aware that I can hear, right?” Urban asked while turning his head to look over at them before going to face plant right back in your boobs.
“Urb, baby, your head is getting heavy. I didn’t realize I was going to be your pillow while we were here.”
“His head is kinda big.” Ace barely said above a whisper and you swore that you were probably the only one who heard him and laughed.
Urban then looked up at you and pouted.
“Can we leave now?”
“Sure, as soon as you give me my money.” You said while kissing his nose and he immediately rolled his eyes in response.
“Or, how about that Cartier necklace I showed you the other day?” I mean, you might as well try, right?
“Don’t push it.”
“You’re just mad because your girlfriend was right.”
A little while later, the two of you were now laying in a comfortable silence in your hotel room after you had taken a quick shower and wrapped up your hair. You were surprised that Urban was still awake and all he was currently doing was staring at you. Even though your eyes were closed, you could still tell.
“Stop being a creep and go to sleep. You already fell asleep in my boobs earlier.”
“Do you blame me? They’re comfy and I’m not being a creep.”
“Then why are you staring at me?” You questioned him while peeking one eye open.
“Damn, I can’t look at my girl now?”
“You’re looking at me like you want something and my answer is about to be no because you need to go to sleep. Next thing you know Jack will be in the middle of performing and your ass will be asleep somewhere.”
“WILL NOT!”
“WILL TOO!”
“Anyway, remember what you said earlier?”
“I said a lot of things earlier and it was me primarily telling you that I knew that you would fall asleep.”
“Well, if you let me slide….”
“URBAN!”
“YOU SAID I COULD EARLIER!”
“All I said was that was probably the only thing you had enough energy for.”
“Sooooo? You gonna help me out or not?”
“Damn it, Urban. I swear I can’t stand you.” You said while sliding off your shorts and throwing them to the slide.
“That’s not what you were saying the other day when I had your cum running all over this dick.” Urban replied as you felt him slide into you. You tried your best not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, but it happened anyway.
“Hmm my baby sounds like she wants me.” Urban whispered in your ear before kissing right below it and you immediately let out a whimper.
“I want you to go to sleep.”
“Hmm, really? Because your body is telling me otherwise.” You then felt Urban move his left hand downwards to rub massage small circles along your clit.
“If I ride you will you shut up and go to sleep?” You asked while glancing over your shoulder at him.
“You won’t hear a word out of me until tomorrow morning.” That was a lie, but you were desperate at this point for him to go to sleep.
You then sighed before flipping the two of you over without him slipping out of you and you lifted your hips up before slowing easing back down earning moans from the both of you.
“Shirt off now.”
You then stopped your movements to slowly take off your shirt and was now on full display. All he could do was admire the sight in front of him.
“Damn, my girlfriend is beautiful.”
“I know, but you still haven’t given me my money yet.”
“Ride me like you said you would and I’ll give you a lot more than that.”
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is there an origin story for toxic!dadbod!price??? like the honeymoon phase where he’s not toxic or has he always been like that?
the origin story for toxic!dadbod!price.. 🥃🚬
warnings: narcissism, misogyny, BDSM, talk of toxic masculinity, price being an asshole, hints of him being an alcoholic, mentions of DUB-CON (COERCION AND PERSUASION) EVERYTHING IS CONSENSUAL BEFOREHAND.
a/n; i want to mention that not everyone who follows a traditional lifestyle or has npd acts like this. this is just my concept, toxic!dadbod!price and how his guilt led to what he became !!! also, this is 10000% not my belief on feminism. i don't think feminism is an excuse and i do think it's a great thing when it comes to fighting for equality, ect...
price was a total sweetheart for you; taking you out on dinners and dates, enjoying his time with you and loving on you. at the time, he was still enlisted in the military, meaning that he was away longer than he was home. eventually, he got engaged to you, before marrying you, and that's when his more traditional lifestyle that he'd talked about came into play, on the lighter side.
retiring from the military, you decided to do some housework to help around while he was recovering from back pain. he enjoyed and believed a woman should always be a housewife, never work. and since he was the bread winner and made the money, he believed it was your duty to be obedient and do as you're told. getting him his beers and doing his washing.
though, it only got more toxic as he continued. a fan of watching the television and hearing other people's opinions on feminism, truly believing that feminism was wrong and an excuse for women to laze around the house all day when a man is working. he let you know his opinions, which then spiraled into more arguments and deep conversations that were more judgement and with yelling and groaning about who does what.
obviously, after leaving the military, he gained a gut. he already drank alcohol, but he drank it heavier and thought about all those lost in the war and missions, those buried six feet under which sent him into a depression you desperately helped him out of. he took advantage of your kindness and eagerness to help him get better, enjoying being taken care of and having a woman around.
yet — again —, it got worse and more toxic as he continued. spending more time watching porn that he was before, his lovey-dovey attitude now replaced with snark and backlash for not doing something well enough. he enjoyed the rougher side of sex and decided to try it with you, finding that he appreciated it way more than gentle love making. your concerns were dismissed as he continued to groan, smoke heavier and drink more.
he didn't like how you would talk to him, that since he's providing for you, you should be a good girl and do as you're told; sitting on his lap and giving him a handy, sloppy and messy, just how he enjoys it. or, sucking him off while he records you and humilates you. you felt bad — almost feeling spoiled — so you gave into his demands so he wouldn't get it anywhere else or from another woman, like he'd threatened to do.
also, videos of toxic masculinity that he even agreed with back in the day became more prominent on social media and he found himself agreeing with downright horrible misogynistic comments and opinions. i believe if he was given a daughter when you gave birth, he wouldn't give two fucks about her — on the other hand, his son was his pride, yet he wanted nothing to do with taking physical care of him, just bonding as he claimed taking care of children and cooking was a ‘woman's job’.
loves whenever he can watch football with his 1 year old son, although he doesn't understand anything and seems more confused on why his dad is yelling so much. he hates when you argue or tell him you're tired, as he thinks you're looking for excuses not to be a perfect housewife for him — should he take your son and get another wife, or will you be obedient and serve him? he also has a superior context and is a bit narcissistic, he thinks his demands and needs are more important than yours and isn't afraid to say bluntly what he doesn't like about you.
lost interest in cuddling after multiple arguments — not because he fell out of love, because he'd pass out on the couch after drinking too much, stinking of BO and smoke, and far too heavy to carry. you spent more nights alone than with him, despite being in the same house. your son is a total sweetheart; giggly, funny, ect... and john would definitely get annoyed if his first word was ‘mum’ or if he wasn't a daddies boy.
grew interested in the BDSM part of porn, and loved treating you and making you feel like a dirty, filthy whore for bouncing yourself back on him. enjoys seeing you gag and choke, spitting out spit in a desperate attempt to breathe as he chokes you, leaning his full bodyweight onto your neck before freeing you and plowing into you relentlessly. seeing your hips laced with bruises gave him a sense of superiority over you and enjoyed when you giggled whenever he ran his fingertips over them, and being a captain meant he also enjoyed being called ‘sir’ and your sweet begging voice all raspy from a rough blowjob.
so, that's how toxic!dadbod!price went from loving and traditional to a misogynistic, disgusting, greedy asshole who began caring more about himself rather than others.
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REMEMBER: this isn't my belief on feminism at all. i don't think feminism is a bad thing, this is how i view my concept and how he'd act, along with his thoughts and feelings on important topics. EVERYTHING is consensual. this is fiction and fiction only.
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The Other Torres
Pairing: Addison Montgomery x Reader
Summary: Callie introduces you to one of her doctor friends when you come to visit her in Seattle.
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WC: 916
Washington was a long ways away from Florida. In fact, it was just about the farthest place from where you had grown up. You understood why Callie wanted to get as far away from family as she could. They were shitty about a lot of things, but a part of you wished that your sister had picked an easier place for you to come visit. There wasn't much in Seattle for you to do, especially with the dark and dreary weather. Still, you wouldn't have wanted to spend your Christmas vacation anywhere else with anybody else in the world. Especially not after hearing about your sister's short-lived marriage and the circumstances of her divorce.
"Damn, this is a nice hospital," you said as you looked around the lobby. Callie rolled her eyes at your reaction, having expected it. The two of you were very alike, but also wildly different at the same time. Callie had always made it her job essentially to look after you, which didn't always go the way either of you hoped it would. You were the black sheep of the family and a wild card, always getting yourself into some sort of trouble. For years, your parents had begged you to get your act cleaned up, but eventually they just stopped trying to reason with you. They had kicked you out, but Callie gave you a enough money for a plane ticket anywhere in the world you wanted to go with the promise that you'd genuinely try to find a career to pursue. Because of her, you were now taking photographs for magazines, art galleries, and a plethora of high playing clients.
"Don't sound so surprised, you're not the only Torres capable of making something of herself," Callie teased. You would never have insinuated that on purpose. Callie had been the one to teach you how to get the things you wanted out of life. If not for her, you'd have probably been stuck in Miami on some asshole's party boat or dead. "Come on, I have friends I want you to meet."
"You made friends, plural?" you joked. Callie punched your shoulder as the two of you walked into the elevator. The two of you walked around the hospital together, and Callie pointed out all sorts of little things to you. You were introduced to a few doctors and nurses who apparently weren't the friend Callie wanted you to meet. Callie seemed really excited about this person, which made you think they were more than just a friend. Finally, Callie stopped at the OB wing of the hospital and walked you right back into an office.
"Addison, do you have a minute?" Callie asked the woman sitting at her desk. You clammed up a bit the second that you laid eyes on this woman. You swore that you had seen her before, but you couldn't be completely certain. She looked familiar, but then again, she easily could have just been the woman of your dreams. "I want you to meet my sister, Y/n."
"Y/n Torres," you said as you held your hand out. \\"Addison Montgomery," she introduced herself. The two of you shook hands before Addison sat back down in her chair. "What brings you to Seattle?"
"Right now I'm just visiting my sister, but maybe if I'm lucky there will be something for me to shoot up here. I haven't spent much time on the west coast," you answered. Callie seemed to be watching you and Addison like she was waiting for something, but you couldn't tell what she expected out of this yet. "I hear it's beautiful over here."
"It can be. Are you a photographer?" Addison asked. You nodded as you picked at the bottom of your jacket sleeve. "Where do you do most of your work?"
"New York, it's practically my home at this point, but there have been some Los Angeles galleries reaching out lately." You could see the proud look on Callie's face as she heard about the work you were getting. It was sweet, even if you did think it was a bit embarrassing to think about her gushing to her coworkers about her baby sister's art. "I'd love to open a gallery of my own one day."
"Callie, I told you that in confidence!" Addison exclaimed as she threw a pen at your sister. Callie looked way too proud of herself for your liking, which was when you decided to speak up.
"What's going on here?" you asked them.
"It's nothing," Addison said quietly.
"Addison wants to ask you out because she saw you at a gallery years ago when she was still married and was really into you. Like, Mark still jokes about it sometimes," Callie answered. You hummed as you turned back to Addison. "But she's too big of a baby to actually ask you out."
"I don't know any good restaurants in Seattle, but I'd be willing to foot the bill if you wanted to take me somewhere," you said.
"That's Y/n's way of telling you that she doesn't make the first move," Callie interjected. You swatted at your sister without taking your eyes off of Addison. She looked contemplative, but you could see the exact moment when she decided that she was taking this shot.
"That sounds lovely, I'll come pick you up from Callie's later tonight." You nodded as Callie pulled you out of Addison's office, not wanting you to go meet her situationship partner.
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Jake thoughts...💭
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Argument pt2
This is another situation and how jake and you get into a serious argument
We all know when Jake does something he puts his whole heart into it no matter what it is . But I feel like he would be to invested into one thing that he forgets about the one thing that actually matters
Like he's trying his best for you but you're missing him physically
You slammed the door in his face kicking your shoes off your feet
He opened the glaring at the back of my head
" real fucking mature y/n" you completely ignored him slamming your clutch on the counter by the door and storming farther into the house
Jake isn't known to egg on an argument but in this situation he wanted all the smoke
He followed after you hot on your heels
" I can't believe you acted like such a dick especially in front of my family." You swugged opening the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water
" I couldn't decline a work call especially when we're in our business season."
You huffed and poured the water in a glass. " All I asked was for an evening with my husband, a calm peaceful non-working evening."
To be honest you've never been this mad at him before for as long as y'all been together
" and instead he decided to sneak off into the man's room and hold a meeting." You threw the bottle in the trash
" Babe I know you're mad but -" you cut him off " You think I'm mad jaeyun Im way past mad okay mad is letting you sleep on the couch I'm freaking furious with you right now I'd rather you sleep outside then anywhere else." You snatched the cup and began walking up the stairs to your room
" Okay you definitely overreacting." You flung around staring him dead in the eyes. " overreacting." You started walking down the stairs and he started backing up
" I spent months trying to have my parents here to have my husband OFF of work so they can spend time together."
He visibly swallowed his spit. " and my husband literally leaves to handle some business for not 1 not 2 but 3 damn hours." He looked away from you clenching his jaw
" Then that's not even the icing on the cake " You pushed his shoulder. " You have the nerve to compare me to the other wives you argued with my father and brother and you completely ignored my mother ."
Jake huffed " it was just to make conversation and I didn't-" you stopped him again
" Jake, I don't know what you think this is." You motioned towards him and you." But I'm your wife, I'm not your girlfriend, I'm not your side hoe or whatever I'm your wife. You made an oath to me when I walked down that aisle that you would protect me from anything and everything and to also appreciate me for who i am today, I didn't feel protected nor appreciated."
You whipped your eyes quickly " you humiliated me in front of my parents and in front of our friends."
He scoffed. " I'm the only one making the money in this house so I'm sorry if I jump at every opportunity that's thrown at me. I do it for you. I do it so you can live in this beautiful house and wear designer clothes and be able to plan as many parties as your little heart desires"
You gasped. " I never wanted this!" I cried out. " your the money hungry one so don't spin it on me you're the one who couldn't see that i would have been with you no matter what. You're the one that decided to take over your dads company" The tears were now pouring out of my eyes.
" All I wanted was a life with you, that's it, nothing more. I just wanted to be with you."
He was biting the inside of his cheek. " now i can't even look at you." You ran up the stairs to your room slamming the door leaving jake on the stairs.
He huffed grabbing the railing and sitting down on the steps. She'll get over it. He thought
Oh he was so wrong
When y/n said they were furious she meant it.
That night Jake slept on the couch but not the one in the living room, the one in the guesthouse that was outside.
Y/n meant what she said, he was lucky enough she allowed him to even sleep on the couch
When Jake woke up he was still wearing his dress shirt from the night before and boxers. She wouldn't even let him back into the main house to take a shower
Jake knew he was fucked.
He stretched and felt the pain in his back hurt more with ever reaching. He got up and walked towards the main house he rushed pass the pool and too the slide door pulling on it but it didn't move
" She has to be joking right now."
She locked him out.
He was wearing a shirt and some boxers and his wife locked him outside at 8 o'clock in the morning
The worst part of all was that he could see through the house from where he was standing and the kitchen was in full view
And so was his wife
Standing their all pretty making herself some coffee in an oversized shirt and panties
Was she teasing him right now?
" Baby open the door."
She looked at him with the most innocent glance sweetly waving to him
" Good morning babe I would ask how you slept but I can see it all over you."
She smirked leaning on the counter with 2 mugs in her hand sitting one beside her
On it read " I'm the boss." It was Jake's mug
" Do you think it's funny to lock me out of my own house?" She nodded
" I find it very humorous." She sipped the coffee out of her mug that had a picture of him and her on it from their honeymoon
Thunder was heard over him and he looked up at the sky. It was a soft Gray which meant rain would come any second
" Okay okay what do you, you want the Prada bag I said no to last week or that Black BMW."
I rolled my eyes. " Jake, you still haven't learned anything. You can't buy me."
He anxiously looked up at the sky." No no I listened i did but you don't understand honey it's going to rain and I have an Important meeting today at 3 that I have to make and I'm no help if I'm sick."
You groaned, slamming your mug on the table. " See your job is still your number 1 priority you learned nothing from last night"
You crossed your arms looking at him. He was biting his lips. " Yeah figure out how to get inside yourself I'm going back to sleep."
His eyes widded "Wait baby no don't go please" She walked up the stairs disappearing from his view sending him a flying kiss as she closed the door to the room
" No no no no." He slammed his fist to the door. His forehead rested on the glass cursing himself for being such an idiot
His blonde locks covering his eyes now as he looked up at the sky and felt the first drop of rain hit his cheek
Then it started pouring
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So, a few days ago, I was sent an ask about if Katara and Zuko would fight, and if so about what (or something along those lines). My answer was that they would fight, but probably not that often. I stand by that. I truly don't think they would have many fights during their relationship, but I was thinking about big fights about big feelings. Now that I think about it, they would probably bicker about petty stuff pretty often and then make up within a few days. So, here is a short, non-exhaustive list of what I think are
Things Katara and Zuko Would Bicker About
1. Food sharing: Katara is a plate thief. If Zuko had something on his plate that she wanted to try, she would reach over and just take a bit. Her culture is a family table culture, meaning everyone shares. She doesn't even think to ask. Zuko finds this incredibly irritating because in his culture taking food from someone else's plate is extremely rude. Eventually, Zuko lets it go, a just starts putting extra food on his plate, and Katara learns to ask first. Most of the time, anyway.
2. Bed Time: Katara is a night owl, and Zuko is an early riser. At first, they try to go to bed at roughly the same time, but it's a lost cause. Katara has a hard time falling asleep, and ends up getting out of bed after an hour or so. Fine. They accept this difference. But Katara isn't as soft on her feet as Zuko, and Zuko is an insanely light sleeper. At least twice a week, Zuko is woken by Katara jumping into bed at some unholy hour. He wakes up very early, and doesn't like his sleep disturbed. Katara really does try her best to be quiet, and very often succeeds, but occasionally, she steps on a shoe or trips over a chair, and wakes Zuko. This boils over into a fight every few months or so, depending on what big event Zuko has upcoming.
3. Departure Times: This is kind of a spillover from the bed time argument. Katara has a hard time sticking to a schedule, and Zuko is military trained on keeping time. Zuko insists on being out of the door at a precise time that he calculated specifically in order to arrive at the exact time of any given event. Katara will start getting ready to leave about an hour before they are supposed to leave, and inevitably make them late by anywhere from twenty minutes to an hour. It drives Zuko insane.
4. Date Night: This one is kind of cute from the outside, but it is a genuine point of contention between them who gets to plan and pay for their evenings out. Zuko thinks it's a ridiculous argument. They're married and share finances anyway. Katara thinks the principle is at stake and if she wants to use her own money to treat Zuko, she should be allowed without argument. Eventually, Zuko concedes on this, too, but it pushes him to plan most of their dates because he really does like spoiling Katara. Meanwhile, Katara has taken it upon herself to give Zuko the experience of being considered and cared for that he didn't get in his childhood.
5. Showers: Showers are one of Zuko's few indulgences. He likes to stay in the shower for a ridiculously long time, and on enough occasions to make it an issue, he has left Katara no hot water for her shower. Zuko points out that as a firebender, he could always heat more water, but Katara argues that it would take longer for him to heat the water than she intended to spend in the shower, and would it kill him to leave her ten minutes worth of hot water. Zuko genuinely does try, but he gets lost in thought sometimes and he forgets to keep track of how long he's been in there.
6. Hoarding: Katara has a tendency to hoard things she thinks will be useful- empty jars; loose buttons; mismatched china; scraps of fabric; dull scissors. It's a trauma response to the scarcity of her youth in the SWT and later to keeping her group of friends alive as they traveled. Zuko understands it, but Katara fills their living space with stuff she is never going to get around to using, and sometimes Zuko gets overwhelmed by the clutter. They compromise by assigning a specific cupboard for Katara's collection of odds and ends. When it gets too full, Zuko helps Katara go through all the things she's collected and they get rid of all but the things she swears she's going to find a use for. She doesn't, but neither of them mention that during their semi-annual culling of Katara's Junk Closet.
7. Zuko's Inflexibility: Zuko isn't good with deviating from the plan. Beyond his need to be to his destination exactly on time, he likes to plan out everything he's doing in a day. Obviously this affects Katara, and when something happens that forces Zuko to change his plan, even a little bit, he gets agitated. He doesn't blow up too often anymore, like he did as a kid, but he does have a tendency to be snippy and snarky. On a few occasions, Katara has had to call him out for being condescending. As the years go on, Zuko learns to go with the flow more, especially in his retirement years, but this remains a sore point for the duration of their relationship.
#atla#zutara#baby fights#little arguments#they wouldn't fight often#but OH! would they bicker#THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!
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Hi I have a question/discussion? about public schools and ik this is your area of expertise so I thought I'd ask your opinion. When I ponder the problems of schooling, I think about things like: how we value grades more than actual learning and information retention; how late work policies aren't representative of how the real world works and needlessly puts extra stress on students; how we don't give students that need it the additional support they require to succeed; how we overemphasize success on the first try rather than allowing multiple attempts, which isn't reflective of how to appropriately navigate life; how we require students to be unnaturally quiet, still, and non-disruptive, which is genuinely difficult for a lot of kids, especially younger ones, and can impact their ability to learn; how we give them too much work for too many subjects at once...
And it genuinely feels like the root of a lot of these problems, aside from teaching philosophy, is a simple lack of manpower- we don't have enough competent teachers for the amount of kids we have in public schools. A lot of these problems, in my opinion, don't result from teachers or administrators who have a meanspirited or incorrect philosophy about teaching, but from the fact that it is impossible to manage an ideal classroom environment in a room of 30 kids to 1 adult (or 2 adults if the teacher's lucky enough to have an assistant). We require kids to be silent and still because in a room of 30 children if all of them got to fidget and move around, no one would be able to focus on the lesson or even hear it. We have late work policies because the teacher needs to be able to get a move on on the curriculum and can't spend forever on a few students for one topic. Etc etc
I struggled immensely in public schools, so much so that continuing to go to school there irreparably damaged my mental health. I was lucky enough to get transferred to a private school with a max of 4 kids per class after being hospitalized when I became a danger to myself. The learning environment there was so much better and it pretty much solved every single issue I ever had with school; I was able to build a personal relationship with all my teachers and I learned more effectively there than I had anywhere else. The teachers also had room to diverge from the curriculum as needed and move as quickly or as slowly as the class required, so we could spend more time on important, interesting, and difficult topics and skip past the easy ones within a week. My history teacher was able to make his own unit on greek philosophical history just because he wanted to and we were all interested in it. I really think the small class sizes was what made all the difference.
How accurate is that assessment? And is there really a solution other than simply more people going into teaching so we can have smaller classes?
That's a huge chunk of it, yeah- large class sizes cause a lot of those problems, and smaller class sizes create a lot of flexibility for teachers that we currently lack in the public ed system.
The thing about it, though, is that those policies are often not even up to the individual teacher. They do usually have control over late work policies, accommodations they can personally offer, and how much fidgeting they'll allow; but they often don't get a say in things like curriculum, the physical classroom they teach in, school policy, and certainly not in standardized testing and the prep that comes along with it.
Education as a whole is designed to be "optimized", in a way, in order to run as effectively as possible on a shoestring budget.
You'll often see that schools in wealthier areas tend to have smaller class sizes and better learning environments on the whole, and that's because school funding is partially local property taxes, and they have the money to hire more teachers, reduce class sizes, fund classroom furniture and accommodation tools, and give them more control.
But even then, they still have to follow district- and state-mandated curriculum requirements, they will definitely still have to go through standardized testing, and their schools will still be limited by the larger, system-wide roots in that sort of "optimization".
How many students can we educate? Where can we best put our money to support learning? is that gonna be 24-32 new exercise ball chairs and a box of fidget toys, or is it gonna be new learning materials with updated content, informed by modern learning science?
These aren't obvious choices, these are genuinely difficult questions to answer. A lot of people spend a lot of time doing research and writing papers and having discussions in attempts to answer them.
A lot of future-teacher education that I've been through has talked about what we as teachers can do with the tools we're given, and less: democratic classroom environments, anti-racist and culturally-responsive teaching practices, trauma-informed care of students and classroom culture, critical literacy and student empowerment, and removing unnecessary access barriers (late work, testing, etc.).
As a student teacher, I worked with my teacher to redesign his whole grading structure to be more equitable- all according to what I had been learning at my university. But according to the school, I still had to take attendance, mark tardies and absences, and make sure only one of my (high school!!!) students was out of the room at a time. And I felt like a fucking warden.
It's not just that we need more people to go into teaching; I assure you, lots of people want to teach. Lots of people love teaching. And there are things we need to address to enable them to teach: teachers usually go into debt in order to get their degrees and certifications, and the whole field pays so little that they are extremely unlikely to ever pay off that debt without significant outside help. You have to be able to afford to teach.
Not to mention it's an extremely emotionally intensive- even traumatizing- job, and access to mental health support is reliant upon income that, again, does not exist.
We need to pay teachers more; not because They Deserve It (they do, and so does everyone else on the fucking planet), but because if we don't, we won't have teachers. They will leave the profession, they won't enter it in the first place (I'm getting higher degrees partially so I can go into education in a better-paying position), or they'll burn out, undergo trauma, won't have the care they need- and that impacts the health, wellness, and safety of students, too. And that means more funding toward education.
The other piece of it is, again, school culture; schools being run on these shoestring budgets means they have to answer these difficult catch-22 "what's more important" questions, and those answers will never be good enough. It will never be "good" to choose better text books over fidgets, or to choose engaging readings over experiential learning opportunities.
Schools- not districts, not higher-ups in the system- should have enough money that they can run the way they want to run, that their students need them to run, without having to worry about whether this field trip to a science museum is going to deprive other students of filling, nutritious school lunches.
I know "fund education" isn't the most controversial take here, but I do think it's important to emphasize just how much of an impact that has on the system overall: not just the day-to-day decisions, not even just the teachers, but the culture and the fundamental structure of our schooling.
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Touching Evil (UK) Sentences
(Sentences from Touching Evil (1997-1999). Adjust phrasing where needed)
"You're scaring a lot of people. You want to just calm down?"
"Oh, I know about you. I've checked you out!"
"Are you refusing to cooperate?"
"Why am I letting you do this to me?"
"What is your type? For the record."
"If you have an allergy to psychologists, I suggest you get that looked at."
"I don't like the people you're working with."
"Am I the only one with reservations about this suspect?"
"If you could prove anything, you wouldn't be here."
"What do you spend your money on?"
"I'm sorry it's so late. I didn't know where else to go."
"I think you just need to get laid."
"To my knowledge, I've never done anything to anyone!"
"The guy that we're after knows what it's like to have died and be dragged back."
"So, how's your cooking?"
"You don't fit in. You don't fit anywhere that's normal."
"I did it for you. I killed him to make you safe."
"People living in boxes end up with a lot of sharp corners."
"If you let me down, I'll kick your arse from here to kingdom come."
"Apologies for dragging you from your bed, but this is a matter of some urgency."
"I think I've lost the ability to sleep."
"I don't have enough respect for you to be scared."
"Human logic doesn't apply to me."
"You can lock me up, you can even kill me, but you can never stop me."
"They don't have words for how I feel."
"You spend so much effort shutting down your feelings that you forget how to start them up again."
"You want to go to Heaven? Then get another job."
"You don't have to lie. Not to me. I understand."
"You've got a choice. You can spend the rest of your life trying to make up for one mistake, or you can live with it and do your job. You can't do both."
"Whatever they told you, it's not true."
"I did do the right thing, didn't I?"
"If I could take the slightest bit of your pain away, I would."
"How could you possibly understand what it's like to lose everything that you've ever loved?"
"I'm sorry, I can't trust your judgement right now."
"I've got three separate medical reports that all state you're physically and mentally unfit to work."
"When you're in contact with something evil, the people closest to you are going to find that difficult."
"If I wanted to harm somebody, I'd do something to someone they care for."
"Look, I know there's a thin line between genius and madness, but do we have to show everyone which side we're on?"
"People keep telling me it wasn't my fault. I know they're just saying it to shut me up."
"Don't lurk. I hate it when you lurk."
"Insomnia is commonly thought to be a feature of a disturbed mind. I think you should go home, go to bed, and at least pretend to be a normal person."
"No one understands because you won't let anyone understand!"
#rp meme#rp memes#roleplay meme#roleplay memes#rp prompts#roleplay prompts#sentence starters#specific;#crime drama;#filmtv;#touching evil UK;
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❤December "Becoming Her" Challenge❤
I know I am late but here we go! December Challenge is all for prepping for the New Year! Its not the typical "New Year, New Me", its the New Year, Better Me. Because we don't have to be a whole new person, yes we can recreate ourselves, but we are looking to be healed, find better habits, and just become the better, healthier, healed, spiritual, happier, wealthier and peaceful person we can be. And yes, sometimes that means recreating ourselves but we can start from here to start on the process of bettering ourselves.
GYST December
Take a moment and think about who this girl is becoming.
Create the mood board for the new year. (you can do this on Canva/PowerPoint/Notion. You can also reference my last post about making your mood board. Will link somewhere.) This is the big mood board. Take inspo from anywhere and put it all together and watch your vision blossom.
If your new to this journey, please take it easy on yourself. (Baby steps, do not overwhelm yourself with what everyone else's journey is looking like.) Remember comparing is only going to create self sabotage.
Start making lists (whether you write it down or put it in your phone/tablet. Ex.- Food shopping list, intentions, short/long term goals, Intentions, etc.)
Start setting intentions for yourself.
Start checking in to your spiritual side. Get books and search YouTube and podcasts. You need to be standing ten toes down in this. (The world is a shit show so you need to start being solid in yourself so the outside world doesn't bring you down. If your not religious or spiritual that's also fine, so this means you need to tap into yourself a little more.) Remember religion is something that gives people hope.
PURGE: Start making to do list for a month long declutter. (Try one room a week to fully go through everything and get rid of anything you haven't touched in six months to a year. You can either throw it out/donate or sell. Also declutter anything that makes you feel bad about yourself. (This could mean social media, people, places.)
Think about how you want your space to feel, say and look like for you. (please don't try to just be trendy if the trend doesn't speak to you. Go with your flow and what makes you feel like this is home)
Make a list of things you want to try to do. (This could be going back to school, fashion trends, places to travel to, restaurants you want to try)
Take your self care into focus. (Make a list of things you want to implement into self care along with a monthly budget sheet. We will be saving this year while keeping our self care together.)Also you don't need to spend a whole lot of money to do self care. Lets normalize self care on a budget that fits our own lifestyles.
Make a jar of ways to love on yourself, or affirmations, or date nights for yourself.
If you find yourself having trouble with your goal list start small. Remember everything is attainable, but we have to have grace on ourselves which sometimes means making smaller goals to start with.
Make reminders to take it easy on yourself. Know your going to make mistakes and fall down. Its all about getting back up and moving forward.
Allow yourself space to have rest days. These are important to reset and live in the moment. You can't overwork yourself and expect perfect results. This leads to burn out which can make it harder to complete goals.
Lastly, we have to start putting things into action. Start making strides to put work in. These things won't just happen even with all the prayer/manifestation.
Links to other post:
Lets make self care a part of this new journey.
Lets do this together.
Don't beat yourself up, life will do it enough!
Links down below.
#black girls of tumblr#black excellence#black femininity#black culture#black beauty#self worth#self help#spirituality#self improvement#soft black girls#black community#black girl aesthetic#black fashion#black girl moodboard#black women in leisure#becoming her
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You should respond to reblog comments more tbh. People are taking the time to reblog your stuff, and tell you how much they enjoyed it and not answering is kinda rude. I love your fics, and you seem nice and all, but I’ve seen your notes recently— they’re nowhere near what they used to be and you don’t get anywhere near as much interaction as other CoD writers. It’d probably help your blog a lot! Just some advice, but maybe think about it! 😘💖
this has been sitting in my inbox for a few days cause i've been debating about whether or not i want to answer this, but i'm 98% sure you're the same anon who's sent me a few other messages since they all use the same kiss emoji and are riddled with the same backhanded bullshit you're spewing here, and you've succeeded in annoying me so here's your answer before you get blocked. 😘
i do this for fun. writing is not my bread and butter, it's not how i make my money, it's not how i support myself. it is a hobby. i use some of my free time to write and post fics for my own enjoyment above all else. i don't give a fuck about how many notes, or likes, or reblogs i do or don't get. is it nice to see them and see comments from people who enjoy my stuff? absolutely. i'm incredibly thankful for anyone who takes time out of their day to read one of my fics and even more so for people who go out of their way to interact with me and my work, but i'm not going to worry myself over numbers, because that's not why i write.
also, i've been in fandom spaces for a long time and, i hate to break it to you, but more often than not fandoms tend to slow down and die after the initial hype. i posted my first CoD fic like a week or two after the game came out when it was blowing up all over social media, of course it got an unusually high amount of notes that were, honestly, a little bit overwhelming at the time. now it's been some time, and the hype for the game has died down, so people are moving on to different shows/games/etc. which means interaction is gonna slow down. it happens, and i don't intend to sit and worry over how many asks or reblogs or whatever i get compared to other blogs. that's not fair to me, the other authors, or the people interacting. i'm happy with where my blog is at, and the amount of interaction i get.
i've said this a few times already, but i work a full-time job and have other obligations outside of tumblr. i don't have a lot of free time, and have to plan ahead how i want to spend it. i try my best to respond to replies, to answer asks, and everything else when i can, but i am an adult with adult responsibilities and just don't have time to keep up with every single like and reblog i get. that doesn't mean i'm purposely ignoring anyone, or that i'm ungrateful, i just simply don't have the time to keep up with every single notification i get. if i had more time in the day, then i'd probably respond more and be more active here in general, but i don't.
i greatly appreciate every single follower i have, every person who likes, reblogs, comments, replies, sends asks, etc. while i write for myself, it's always nice seeing other people enjoying my work, i won't pretend that it isn't. it absolutely blows me away the amount of people who like my writing enough to tell me. i'm always open to people sending me stuff, and try to respond as best i can, but i feel it's unfair (and not just to me, but to other writers and creators in general) to call me rude for not responding how you think i should. and i think it's even more rude for you to come into my inbox (on anon of all things) to spam me with messages about how you think i should run my blog with condescending and backhanded asks that you want to pretend is friendly advice.
i think it would be good for you to take some time and step away from tumblr and go outside, touch some grass, climb a tree, eat some dirt, or interact with real people, and maybe try to realize that, outside of this blog, i am a person too and one who really doesn't need to deal with this shit.
Just some advice, but maybe think about it! 😘💖
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Can I have a penguin party ask for an S/O that is his sugar baby? What's that dynamic like and what do the penguins expect from them?
"Sugar Baby" Penguin Party Ask
First penguin party ask 🥳 Ohhhhh my god I finally get to write for Burton penguin. He's fun! Gross bird (affectionate).
Tw: sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics, NSFW 🔞
Batman 2022
Quintessential sugar daddy relationship. You pretty much just need to hang off his arm when he requests, be available for events, and be down for those calls when he needs to relax.
"Relax" is usually his cock down your throat or you bouncing up and down on his lap. Lots of messing around in public, sometimes stealing your panties- He's downright cheeky when he's in a mood.
He likes your company. Doesn't have a particular dress code other than "shows off your assets." The only thing he tries not to involve you in is direct business.
This isn't because he thinks you're not tough or smart enough for it, but unless you wanted to get serious, he likes keeping your relationship light and fun.
He will buy anything your little heart desires. Clothes, jewelry, textbooks, obscure gacha game shit- you earned it. Expect gifts, especially if you spend most of your "allowance" on what he considers responsible things (higher education, rent, groceries, etc).
To be clear, I don't personally like daddy kink, I do not write for it BUT. He would be the most into being actually called Daddy if that is your cup of tea.
Gotham
Least likely to have a sugar baby, but it could happen with the right person. The right person being someone who can put up with all his neurotic, control-freak bullshit.
His sugar baby can't be stupid. Let's be honest, he wasn't crushing hard on Edward just because he's pretty. What this means is any fake cutesy whiny baby voice for stuff is an instant turn-off. Or playing dumb.
His sugar baby is going to wear what he wants them to wear. In truth, it's actually not that bad- not too exposing or skimpy. Definitely black with accent colors to match him. Probably a collar or choker since you're official.
Oh yeah, you're official. He doesn't do casual well. Very jealous and even if you're not in a true romantic relationship, you probably shouldn't date anyone else just in case.
He has a very base set of rules on how to behave that he expects you to just know. Break rules at your own fucking peril. He gets off on sexual punishments. I'm talking leashes and not being allowed to cum.
Really, if you're sweet, complimentary and genuine with him, he will melt like putty in your hands. He'll get you whatever you want as long as it's within means. Stroke him off while kissing his face and he'd probably kill someone for you.
Burton
You should possibly rethink your life choices on this one. Maybe.
Look, I'm not saying you can't be a sugar baby to him, but just because you CAN. doesn't mean you SHOULD. but hey I'm not your fuckin mother.
Sex on demand, pretty much anywhere. He used to live in a sewer/abandoned zoo, he doesn't have high standards on where it is and is not okay to fuck. And you'll be fucking a lot. He's got a fingering trick to show you...
Don't be shocked that he's not shy having sex in front of others. If anything, it's a turn-on for him to show you off.
He likes skintight clothes that show off every single curve and bump on your body. You got it, you should flaunt it. That or fluffy and soft. Definitely cutesy.
There's times you have to think on your feet around him given his business, but honestly? He kind of likes you playing dumb with big fluttering eyelashes and all you want is him. It makes him feel good.
He kind of just tosses money at you every once in a while, or you can just ask? Like, you can tell him what you're going to spend it on, but honestly, he doesn't care.
You make his day a bit brighter, make him feel handsome, and ignore the way he eats. Its all a good transaction and he figures you've done your part of the deal.
Sometimes... sometimes he wishes it was real.
Arkham
Ice, ice baby- you are going to be high end fashion and dripping in jewelry. Huge fur coat (or faux if you have some kind of thing about that, he says), always warm for the Iceberg Lounge. You LOOK expensive.
Even as a sugar baby, you're representing him, his image. He wants you to look like you've just walked out of one of his prized "collection" tanks. A treasure no one else can have.
You need to be tough to be in his orbit. He's sweet to you, of course, but he will murder and maim in front of you like it's nothing. You can have moments of weakness, but if he thinks you can't stomach it, sorry luv, but you're just not cutting it. A final check and a goodbye.
He's going to judge you if you spend your allowance money on stupid shit. In his mind, it should be useful or going towards things you know he likes (read: lingerie he likes to surprise him.) If it's school in particular, he wants to know your grades.
He's surprisingly the least sexual of the penguins on this list. Part of it is age, part of it is he's busy. You're a status symbol of a family legacy long lost. If he likes you enough, he'd probably consider paying you to have a baby to continue the Cobblepot name.
He'd marry you too, of course. But the way he says it is all very transactional. He doesn't expect you to feel anything for him, so it's better for him to not get too invested emotionally.
It makes it hard to connect with him outside the events he takes you to and the times you are physically pleasing him. If you can, though, you'll find he's very fond and protective...
#dc penguin#smut#burton penguin#arkhamverse penguin#2022 penguin#gotham penguin#penguin x reader#foxwriting
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something i've been learning as i make my life more accessible:
personal energy is a finite resource in the way money is. you can get more of it by resting and taking care of yourself, but you don't automatically have an infinite supply.
what this means is it's okay to slow down a bit. if your energy income (ie sleeping, you-time, sunshine, food, etc) gives you 50 Energy Points a day and each day you spend all 50, you're doing the equivalent of living paycheck to paycheck. it might work short-term but if a life emergency comes up, you've got nothing else to work with.
"but if you maintain discipline by doing All The Things you can build more and you'll have more energy to work with" and sure, kind of, but let's take the idea of putting resources away now so you have them later. if you invest all your money in the stock market and don't have enough to make yourself some macaroni for dinner, that's technically an investment but is it really a good idea?
if you have extra energy, you can invest it by doing things that'll make your life easier later. if a low energy situation means you can't make yourself food (which means you're down an energy income source), when you have that extra energy, prep it. it's like putting gas in the car before it's empty instead of trying to get to work with nothing in the tank.
if you're down on energy, don't spend as much of it on stuff that doesn't make your life better. if you're going to something nonessential that you don't like and isn't helping you get anywhere because you feel like you arbitrarily Have To consider dropping it. put more of your energy budget towards necessities
idk i feel like people respect money more than energy, so sometimes thinking of it like making smart spending/investing decisions its harder to beat myself up over it. not everyone is an energy millionaire and living that lifestyle if i don't have those resources is a pretty great way to get burned
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setting aside the valorization of genocide, thanksgiving is a better christmas than christmas (if one observes both). if you can replace valorization of genocide with Sociopolitical Awareness and Respect for Indigenous People and still hold thanskgiving in your heart (which no one is required to do), my argument in support:
as everyone knows, christmas itself is the worst part of the christmas season. by christmas at about 2 pm, the christmas joy has leached out of the world. even christmas enjoyers like christmas eve more than they like actual christmas because they really just like the idea of christmas. by christmas day at 2 pm, what are you really doing? looking at your presents? that's not even that good (see point 3 below). packing stuff up? ok! maybe have christmas meal? it's basically thanksgiving dinner with nothing to look forward to.
thanksgiving is situated so you can still enjoy a holiday vibe, music, foods, peppermint bark, etc. and it's still fairly new and novel in the scheme of the year. you are not sick of Holiday Season yet.
no pressure to RECEIVE gifts. this is more important than pressure to give gifts. receiving a mediocre gift is distressing because it lays bare that no one Truly Understands and Sees Me or Cares About My Interiority to where they can read my mind and anticipate i do not want truff hot sauce or cocktail infuser--and one thinks this should be clear to all so the fact it isn't...phew. so then one must feel guilty for someone else wasting their money.
no pressure to give gifts and thus spend money...a boon as i must go through the above anxieties with friends and family trying to determine if they have moved past colorful glassware and will now find it gauche, or if they already have a ravioli stamp, or if they don't have anywhere to hang a framed picture so now it's a burden on them, and if you mess up...it's over...they'll know you don't See them either
i am not the biggest fan of thanksgiving food but i love to make food, love to make a detailed plan and go to grocery store, am pretty good at it, and love to receive Praise for my food.
(important) most Office Job Havers get 3 days off for christmas, but pressures and expectations that it's CHRISTMAS and you'll have an awesome time, plus the practical reality that last-minute prep, christmas eve, travel (if necessary), cleaning your house for petsitter or guests (if necessary), tensions high...all of this means you cannot ENJOY the time. it does not feel like enough. many Office Job Havers get 3 days off for thanksgiving plus the weekend, but it's a trim half-day holiday with low expectations. that's 4.5 days you can use for CHILLING that do not need to be suffused with additional activities.
minor holiday in the grand scheme of things so if you don't like your family, many excuses available such as, "see you at christmas," "can't travel," "need to work," "going somewhere else." or you can do thanksgiving with family you don't like when tensions are less high while laying the foundation to not spend your christmas with them. there's a tactical move for all adult children for whom total estrangement would be more awesome than the status quo.
you can watch the dog show on tv and see the dogs. on black friday, you can go to the zoo if you want. it's not crowded at the zoo on black friday but they're probably open. and probably a lot of the animals need to be fed because there weren't many people on staff there yesterday. check it out.
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The Benjamins
I'm not sure why, but I started thinking about my favorite sibling trio (Dagur, Hiccup, and Heather) and then began thinking about them with money. This is sort of a combination of modern headcanons with in-universe and canon-based reasoning. So, without further ado...
Heather: She's decent with money. She has a stable job and pays for stuff on time. Her problem comes when she has projects. She gets lost in these and will go to a bunch of dangerous places her brothers have to get her out of...or she'll start going very deep into debt. Reasoning: Think of her when she was looking for Oswald. Oh my goodness, was she about to do anything and go anywhere. If she had money to spend, she would've hired private investigators, mercenaries to track down whoever might have killed him, a tracker to find him, etc. I mean, she actually went to just about the shadiest place all on her own (Johann doesn't count as backup) to do this and told nobody. Like father, like daughter with heading out alone. So, she'd normally be fine, but let her get obsessed with something and she is going to be on her way to debtor's prison until Dagur bails her out.
Hiccup: Horrible! His check is gone that same week. I don't even know if the bills are being paid first. Now, he's not doing this for selfish reasons. He's Hiccup, so Mr. Heroic is out saving endangered animals and stopping poachers; however, in doing so, he is using up every last resource at his disposal. Reasoning: All of "Last Auction Heroes." Our Berkian seriously put Berk's mortgage up for auction. Do you think he wouldn't use an actual mortgage to stop bad guys? He would probably be living under a bridge by now, but his brother and sister aren't going to let that happen. Still, it doesn't change that he doesn't really get the value of a dollar or how important it is to keep them (since he was very inactive in going to get Berk's gold back. Did we absolutely need a Gruffnut episode while everyone on Berk was broke?).
Dagur: I think this will surprise people, but I say he'd be great with it. As eccentric and everything else as he is, I think he'd be the person to go to if you had money problems. He's loaded, takes care of what needs to be paid, saves a lot, invests, etc. Everyone assumes he's going to spend it drinking or whatever, but it's one of the areas he's really responsible in. Reasoning: Berserker Island holds 50,000+ Vikings. Though they can trade, they probably need enough gold to cover them in case something happened. That means a teenager (in my headcanon since no age was officially given) was put in charge of a major estate and somehow didn't run them into the ground financially. Even later in RTTE, though he does this in a very evil way, he's all about making and keeping money. The Reaper has treasure? Let's go and have the Berkians run the risk of death as they retrieve it for us. The Dragon Eye could lead us to gold? Let's go and save money by killing Gustav who's leading us there. We could get new inventory with weapons? Cool, let's just kill the sellers, so we don't have to pay. I'm hoping he'd go about doing this in a more legal way in modern day, but you can see the groundwork is there for someone who knows how to get and hold onto money. PLUS, he was the one who found Berk's gold too, so he just is a money magnet. Good thing too because I don't know if Heather and Hiccup would be able to survive otherwise.
#HTTYD#RTTE#Heather#Hiccup#Dagur#Siblings forever#Modern headcanon#One of them needs to have a balance above 0#Seriously can't decide yet if Dagur got his money ethically or not#Either way there's a lot of it
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So this is my first post on Tumblr, and i love to shared some artworks which i can say "First time", but you can really easy to found out which one is "me", right?.
So let me to introduce myself since this post is not about artwork at all because ppl need to know about me, right? hehe.
In this world, you can call me as Priday (i like to pronounce as: prīd dā) for short, sorry for my broken english which i never proud of. I'm 28 years old until now, working at a factory company which 8 hours per day and only have a weekend leave is sunday. today is day 333 of my art journey and of course my artwork in future will better than this one, but i have been thinking of quitting long time ago just because i have to focus on my job to make money, and i have no support form my parent or anyone else than internet friends, i have to spend by my tiny salary to start my digital art dreams last year with what's i have is just a cheap Samsung tablet, and my time with art become more tighter when my job took over my free times and i never have a peaceful night after work because my job really complicated and heavy.
I'm not good at communication and bad to making friends with anybody, so i had a lot of trauma and stress just because i'm not good enough to talk with anybody and got ignore most of the time. That's why i choose to silent and ngl all of my best friends are grew up and got family for their own, i'm still single and no hope for my brighter futures when i have no friends to supports and became self hatred.
i'm not a good artist, not a perfect person, not young anymore. So i hope you guys can understand my situations and feel free don't need to follow me, i'm not forcing you guys to like anything when i can feel i'm not deserve to have more loves when i almost stop fighting for my dream when i basically "making for almost nobody" if you know what's i mean. maybe because i draw ugly make me hate my own artworks before, maybe because i'm too old, maybe because i'm not deserve it. if i keep "Drawing for almost nobody", i afraid i will bring hobbies become a torture things or even worst.
I'm not quitting yet, but i afraid i can't go anywhere further, my life right now depend about my company than my tablet, and i having less free time to draw whatever i want, so i hope you guys can understand if i'm not posting artworks for long time, i need to make money too haha.
If you guys still here and read all of this long words, thank you for understand and i just hope your journey will be brighter with loves and positives. <3
With loves:
Priday Phuong.
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