#I’m not explaining this one Bestie (grief)

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#jade harley #homestuck #fanart #god tier #I’m not explaining this one Bestie (grief)

[yourmomxx]

➵ angels talking - social media au | ln4 (2)

❥ pairing - lando norris x fem!singer!reader

❥ plot - the aftermath of you announcing your new relationship

❥ warnings - none

❥ a/n: as always, the pictures are taken off pinterest and therefore do not have any consisency regarding the reader’s looks (as it is a self-insert and the photographs merely are for visualization)

part i | part ii - the number four

masterlist | requests

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landonorris

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landonorris golden days with my golden girl

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bella.ltn screaming crying throwing up they’re so cute

paddockgirl not lando being a simp on main

↳ landonorris1 @/paddockgirl he’s just like us fr

carlossainz finally official🙏

↳ f1updates @/carlossainz oh hi carlos

kellypiquet tu ferais mieux de la garder @/landonorris

sebastianvettel real happy for you mate

↳ 33maxverstappen @/sebastianvettel we miss you on the grid

realobama her confused face in the second picture she’s just like me fr

hotchswife at first i didn’t know what to think of this but now i just think it’s amazing

suziesalmon new WAG alert

mollym the internet is going to eat this up

coconutananas NOOOO LANDOO

ynforreal guys we lost yn in the world of single ladies😔✊

↳ lanadelslay @/ynforreal i don’t know how to stay strong in this time of grief

lilymhe LANDO I LOVE YOU FOR THIS

↳ alexalbon @/lilymhe ???

alexalbon you just had to start dating my girlfriend’s favorite singer mate didn’t you?

lilyzneimer wishing you guys all the best

alexandrasaintmleux ♥️♥️

↳ lanadelslay @/alexandrasaintmleux ALEX HIII

ao3chick love how all the driver’s girlfriends are commenting like moms signing cards in the name of their kids

danielricciardo congrats!!!

↳ landonorris @/danielricciardo i saw your comment on her post

↳ danielricciardo @/landonorris what comment on whose post? i don’t even speak english🦡

lastlaplando not them being cute

julie.ss highway looking real cozy right now🤭

f1n1fan seb being the proud mom i love him🫶

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yourusername excited to tell you that my new song ‘444’ is available to listen to now on all music streaming platforms! oh, and also that my new album will be released november 22nd😘save the date

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itsbrutalouthere not her telling us about a new album TWO WEEKS before it comes out

sabrinacarpenter song is so amazing babe

papayagirl someone please call taylor swift and get that girl some marketing help😭

lukehemmings 🔥🔥

oliviarodrigo LOVE IT

iknewyouweretrouble I just listened to the song and i am deceased

ynisbabe 444? EXCUSE ME THE MATH

hannahmountana this song is so hot i can’t -

jessicag you did so well with this!!

amslerin please come to la on the next tour i wanna see you live so bad😩😩

jana_gp GIRL WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE ANGELS TOLD YOU HES NOT RIGHT FOR YOU

↳ xemily @/jana_gp WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE NUMBER 444 WAS A SIGN TO LEAVE HIM

ynlnn the background music? the vocals?? i can’t anymore

tswizzle 444 the math is so beautiful on this one

kellykiwi the mv awakened something in me

urnamehere i love this song so much

hamiltonh 444? a fourth album? lando the number four?? BESTIE

therealyn queen of manifesting fr

ferrarisupreme “444 you saved my life i really got these angels by my side” lando norris the man👏 that👏you👏 are👏

tangledinu NEW ALBUM YES

midnightprentiss already presaved i’m so excited

ameliadahlia why is everyone talking about math here?? someone explain i’m so lost😭

↳ sabrinajenga @/ameliadahlia @/girlsplainingcelebrities made a post explaining it all, i’ll tag you🫶

girlsplainingcelebrities

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girlsplainingcelebrities another day, another girlsplain! today, what the number four means to our favorite popstar girly, yn yln!!🩷

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boxnexx not to mention that the new album she’s releasing will be her fourth!!! so excited what she has planned for us

zeeema the whole thing with her and lando is so cute

emilyx i always look forward to your posts☺️🙏

sabrinajenga @/amiadahlia

herbsherm whoever runs this account, you have saved my ass so many times, hope your pillow is cold on both sides

leaglb whether you believe in angel numbers or not, these would be a whole of a lot coincidences

formeformulas when i heard "every time i see 444 it means no more i know for sure" i was FREAKING

cheesestrings ALSO not to mention her album comes out on november 22ND - 2+2=?

tswizzle she’s so smart i love her

ynisbabe when my teachers told me i would need maths outside of school they actually meant this

carlaarcher can we please all agree that 444 is about her relationship with arthur and that it was basically lando who made her realize he wasn’t good enough?

↳ paddockgirl @/carlaarcher GURL FR no way those two didn’t have something going on

↳ leclercsgirl @/paddockgirl besides, the media didn’t see her with any other guy during that time the song is probably set, so it CAN only be arthur

↳ itsellie @/leclersgirl would explain their radio silence with each other as well

↳ bella.ltn @/itsellie tbh if my boyfriend practically stopped posting me on his social media or acknowledging my existence the moment we got more serious i would dump that man too

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vanityfair Singer-Songwriter YN YLN talks Split from Rumoured Childhood Romance Arthur Leclerc, Release of New Song and Announcement of Fourth Album, and Relationship with Formula 1-Driver Lando Norris

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coconutananas that caption is longer than my life span😭

mollym girl was busy the past few weeks

ylnwife i am so in love with everything this woman has been doing for the past few months, this is amazing

factorfic just watched it and it is so amazing!! love how her and lando have the same sass, they fit perfectly tbh

charthurleclerc the day we find out what really happened between her and arthur leclerc will be the day i can finally rest

itsbrutalouthere "I'm a ferrari girl" -YN YLN, girlfriend of MCLAREN DRIVER Lando Norris, 2023

↳ landonorris1 @/itsbrutalouthere loved her for this

↳ bimess @/itsbrutalouthere PLS the way she was like "I love my boyfriend but everytime a ferrari is on pole I risk a breakup" she's so real

ynisbabe she looks so good here hello???

emilyzkn can’t wait for the albummmmm oh my god

jilledits i swear to god if she spills more tea about arthur i will be FERAL

wanderwall now all we need is someone interviewing lando about her and my life will be complete

jawdropforkpop i’m already so excited for her new album, i can’t even

peppyi her new song was so good, can’t wait for the album!!

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[tarotphil]

Bestie I need to know what answers corresponded to Dan or Phil

oh my gosh I’d love to share :)) take the quiz before reading below the cut!!!!! also take this as the performance art it is, I’m not genuinely assuming very specific things about dan and phil’s internal worlds lol

for Dan: love like a dog as in loyal, eager to provide a service, full blown adoration. love like a leaky faucet as in always present even when the sink is “off”. but also as in sporadic, unexpected, unavailable. (this is not a dig at dan, that is the option I would choose)

for Phil: love like an archaeologist as in dedicated to craft of discovery, careful, curious. love like a snowstorm as in all encompassing, obscuring, hungry

for Dan: Catholic guilt yeah, but also thinking on the past in a “I wish I had done it different way”

for Phil: mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. among other things his commitment to nostalgia is a type of grief.

for Dan: peeling fruit as an act of service has big dan energy. he would pass tiktok clementine theory. cannabalism bc i think he’d enjoy himself on yellowjackets Hannibal hunger as love tumblr. angels is his for a lot of reasons. I was thinking about angels as machinery, which meshes with his clean brutalism aesthetic. also angels as fallen from grace, as a subversive queer symbol

for Phil: time loops, we are back to the grief and nostalgia. but I’m also appealing to his brand of creativity here. glitch theory, fantasticalism. ghosts….. we are back to grief, but also his understanding of horror. the ocean is something I associate with phil a lot for some reason. I think it’s the mystery of it

for Dan: he’s a teddy bear, he’s so soft. he has his childhood teddy still. glowing globes for mystery, matches the aesthetic of the moon room. kiss me lollipop…… must I say more

for Phil: I was so captivated by him going “I think that’s what god looks like” in relation to the golf with friends structure. so, for phil, interesting lines and lights that evoke a feeling of reverence <3 icy stag bc I associate him with snow and the fantastical. surreal spotlight sky… I can’t explain it just is

for Dan: A Boat is a poem to me about navigating depression, I think dan would love it. Dan is SO this too shall devastate coded, I don’t think I need to explain.

for Phil: the Kyla Jamieson poem for a few reasons. Love of the natural world, but also I think it carries a sense of creative frustration? The Athena Davis poem because of how gentle it is. meditations on death, meditations on kindness

Dan and Phil: this is the only option on the quiz that gives points to both outcomes…. I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees. That’s so them

I actually think these kinda speak for themselves

for Dan: he’s such a sensitive soul, which is why he got the heart hurt option. he puts so much of his heart into everything, so this is an acknowledgment of him not being as cerebral as he thinks. for the bones, an ache in my bones is one of the ways I visualize my depression. a bone deep heaviness

for Phil: hurt in your hands because of hands as a symbol for creativity. to me this meant an itch to create. hurt in your lungs I can really only justify by vibes. the hurt of running too hard maybe? Of a body meant to house you doing a bad job of it?

for Dan: mmm realizing I said I associate phil with the ocean which is true, but I associate Dan with whale falls. that’s all I got for that lol. for the microbiome, I love love love the human microbiome, it’s fascinating. I think dan would have a heck of a time with the idea that we’re mostly made up of non self organisms

for Phil: beauty in the small things and beauty in natural system we’re not at all a part of. nod to his love of birds, love you Steve

these are mostly all vibes, except for Phil’s sense of otherworldliness and Dan’s commitment to forward growth

for Dan: the wooden overcoats quote…… sorry not get 2009 on you. The Beatrice letters quote is a little bit “it’s awful work” “not to me, not if it’s you”. as a doctor loves his sickest patient for real

for Phil: the Mabel quote is a little bit about love as a creative I think, and a private creative at that. The love exists even if you destroy the art. the locked tomb quote, they are so dependent. he dyed his shoes green

#asks #it’s like a gag quiz but I’m also unwell about them and thought about it A Lot so #phan #Dan and phil #amazingphil #daniel howell #robin 📢 #absolutely normal uquiz

[thrashersasuke]

i rlly do think i’m fully entering back to my 2018-2019 naruto extreme hyperfixation phase where i am on the point of being like a little crazy about it maybe a lil delusional (fr) but it actually makes me shake with anger when ppl completely don’t understand wtf i’m saying especially about sasuke. like the whole post was about how the land of the waves arc was a SET UP to SHOW LATER ON how sasuke is a character who is COMPLETELY ABOUT LOVE. the love for his clan and family drives him to orochimaru, not hate. it’s the entire point why he leaves to kill itachi. because he Loves his family and clan, and itachi implemented that in order to get revenge on him would to live in hatred. maybe he hated his brother (valid obviously) but the whole reason he is suffering from such tremendous sadness and loneliness and grief and why he Feels So much about itachi is because of the love he HAS for family clan etc (even itachi..) love as a central point of his character is shown when he doesn’t kill naruto in vote1. sasuke knows that the one way (according to itachi) to get the power to kill him is to kill his best friend and sasuke Doesnt. he Can’t and actively tries not to. leaving in the middle of the night, trying to make naruto go away at the very beginning. he doesn’t want to leave the leaf he doesn’t want to leave naruto specifically but he feels like he has to. and this carries into the other point being besties with orochimaru…? WHEN?????????? he is manipulated from the very first time orochimaru sees him. he gives him the curse mark because he knows he wants to kill itachi. when orochimaru and kabuto say that they have to separate naruto and sasuke cuz “the nine tails boy is changing sasukes heart and mind”. when he sends his sound ninja after sasuke in the end of naruto. sasuke is so distraught about leaving team 7 and the last push is when the sound ninja like beat him up and are basically like “u want power right? to kill YOUR BROTHER right???” and he goes. he’s manipulated by powers outside of his control, he’s 13!!!! and even then. LIKE SHIPPUDEN?? WHEN HE LITERALLY TELLS OROCHIMARU HE DOESNT NEED HIM ANYMORE and that what orochimaru does to ppl and what he was going to do to him DISGUSTS HIM “i don’t like your style, you sicken me” ?!?!? HOW IS THAT BESTIES he KILLS orochimaru. ig they team up later on, but that’s only when orochimaru is “different” (i hate orochimaru still but whatever) and sasuke doesn’t gaf because his goal is to see if he should really destroy the leaf village because uhhhhhh like. well they committed a genocide against his entire people and have actively ostracizing them and oppressing them basically since tobiramas term as hokage so like. do i even need to explain how sasuke was completely right in his hatred for the leaf? for the “peace” everyone was so blissfully (and ignorantly) living in was from the massacre of an entire group of ppl SASUKES PEOPLE. like DO I NEED TO REALLY TALK ABOUT HOW ALL HIS FEELINGS AND THOUGHTS ABOUT THAT ARE 100% JUSTIFIED? i won’t cuz it’ll make this post super long (more than it already is) but yeah. OMFG. DONT SPEAK ABOUT SASUKE IF YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HIM especially not on my posts IDGAF IM CRAZY

#anyway. #my post

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Dear Sam (2)

[Sam Wilson x Reader]

Word Count: 1615

Summary: You begin drafting your letter to Sam, and old memories resurface.

Warnings: Discussion of grief

A/N: Surpriiiiiiiiise. I once again kool-aid man my way back to my blog to post a thing. Any and all gratitude for my sudden reappearance can be directed to @indominusregina I am here to bum you out on your birthday, like a true friend. Love you, bestie

Part One

There were false starts, many of them, written in a notebook you kept in your nightstand drawer. The handwriting on each varied slightly, reflecting the emotional state of each version of yourself that risked putting pen to paper. 

The first try came out jagged. Awkward. A handwriting reminiscent of high school note taking, messy and vaguely frantic, with half transformed letters sprinkled throughout, where your hand tried and almost failed to keep up with the ever shifting message in your brain. 

Dear Sam, 

The comma started too high, an aborted beginning of a second m. Sammy, you’d almost written, before dismissing it as out of character. You’d only ever called him that in moments primed for a smile. Through a pout, syllables drawn out, dramatic and mostly insincere, in a half-hatched ploy to get your way. Or in a falsely scandalized tone, clutching at invisible pearls you’d never owned, to make him roll his eyes or double down on whatever flirtation he’d been throwing your way. Sometimes in profoundly giddy joy, the kind that sent you running to meet him in the entryway like an excitable child, throwing your arms around him and not even thinking twice about the pure, eager love you were displaying for him. 

In any case, not appropriate for now, for a form so thoroughly divorced from its proper contexts.

All I can think about is how I have no idea how to write this letter. How much better you would be at this. You were always good with emotion, with explaining things kindly and firmly, with making yourself understood. I think I got better with you, but I still feel underqualified to write something as important as this. But the point is, I’m the only one who can write it. So I’m going to try anyway. In case it helps. Because there’s a whole lot I don’t understand, but one thing I do know is that you’d want me to get better and to move on if I could. You were annoyingly unselfish that way.

You threw down your pen, a shaky exhale escaping your lungs with an urgency, like you’d been holding it for too long. Maybe you had been. It felt as though every word you wrote only made it to the paper by being ripped free from your heart. It hurts. It’s stupid, senseless. A letter written by you, for you, addressed to a man who will never read it. It doesn’t matter. But it still manages to fucking hurt. 

You clench your jaw, pick up your pen again. 

But I don’t know how to move on, Sam. I don’t know how to let you go. It shouldn’t be this hard. You’ve been gone so long that I…

You took a sharp breath, eyes burning, as you forced out the words.

I sometimes forget to miss you. And I feel like I must be the worst person alive every time. Because you deserve more than that. You deserve every tear I can shed, every second of every sleepless hour, every stolen breath, every pound of grief I can shoulder. You deserve everything. And I get so mixed up in my head about it, how I can go so long sometimes without remembering you’re really gone and then get dragged under again like I’ve just lost you for the very first time. It doesn’t make sense. I wish I could make it make sense. I wish you were here to explain it to me. I wish you were here. 

You scrubbed your hands over your face, pushed yourself restlessly to your feet. 

One lap of your apartment. 

Deep breath. 

A second lap. 

You grabbed your pen and notebook from the desk, flopped down on your bed with them, staring blankly at the small jewelry dish on your nightstand for several minutes. A leather bracelet, the name of a town you’d never been to artfully etched on the surface. A delicate chain with a small gold charm in the shape of a wing. A watch, way too bulky for your own wrist, that you’d insisted on wearing every day for almost a year. An Idaho state quarter dated 2007. 

Do you remember the night we met? In that dive bar down the street from my old apartment. It was as far from the height of romance as you could possibly get, but you made it work for you anyway. You and Steve and Natasha were sitting in the back booth, a few steps from the jukebox thats simple existence charmed me to pieces.

I remember how disappointed I was when my pockets came up short. I’m not sure whether it was my proximity or my colorful words that first drew your attention. But there you were. My knight in soft leather with a hand full of quarters shining red from the neon beer sign over your shoulder.

“How much you short by?” 

“Fifty cents,” you answered with a rueful laugh, eyes flickering between his handsome face and the handful of change. 

“Well, I happen to have fifty cents, and I’m happy to give it to you if I get veto power on your song choice.”

The corner of your mouth drifted up into a half smile despite your best efforts at his mildly flirtatious but matter-of-fact tone.

“I don’t take gifts with strings attached,” you said challengingly.  

“Alright, alright. Worth a shot. Can I at least stick around to see what you pick?”

The compromise we came up with: you picked a letter, I picked a number. And I don’t think it was a test exactly, but when I picked the Marvin Gaye song, the way your eyes lit up and the smile you gave me left no doubt that I’d passed with flying colors.

And I remember being so instantly enamored with you, with that beautiful smile and those eyes that promised a safe kind of trouble, that I stopped noticing anything else. My best friend’s song request blasting through the speakers, the sticky floors, the taste of the tequila sunrise you bought me with a promise that there would be no strings attached. And there weren’t any, of course. But I remember wishing there would be if it meant a chance of seeing you again.

And I remember the way I made my move on you, when you pressed two more quarters into my hand so I could pick my own song without interference. I remember you hooking your finger on the back belt loop of my jeans so we wouldn’t get separated on our way back to the jukebox and the way I was glad you were behind me so you couldn't see how much that made me smile. 

You barely hesitated, keying in your selection as soon as the quarters rattled home. You’d seen the song the first time, while Sam had been examining the catalog. 

It started only a few seconds later, and you turned with a satisfied little smile, watching Sam as he tilted his head, squinting slightly as he tried to identify the opening notes. 

When the first line hit, that smile was back, wide and charming and playful. 

“The night we met I knew I needed you so.”

“Okay,” he laughed, taking a half step closer, leaning his shoulder against the wall right beside you. “Hittin on me now, huh?” 

“Presumptuous,” you said mildly, not moving away. “Maybe I’m just very passionate about the Dirty Dancing soundtrack.” 

“That’s still sounding like a line to me.”

You shrugged, pushing off the wall with a teasing smile. It put you much closer, your faces only inches apart. 

“You planning on doing something about it?”

I was bolder that night than I ever had been. You had that effect on me. Made me brave, confident. Joyful. You made me so fucking happy, Sam. Right from the beginning. I was never as unapologetically and ecstatically myself as when I was with you. I don’t know how to do that without you, how to be that person again. I don’t know if I ever can. I miss her too. The version of me who walked through life beside you, who could call you anytime just to hear your voice. Who could hear “Be My Baby” and come running, follow the sound to where you were waiting with your phone held up and a goofy little grin that felt like it was all mine, get bundled up in your arms and plied with kisses until I was breathless and giggling. 

Now it just hurts. I can’t bring myself to delete the song from my playlists, but every time it comes on, I can’t help but cry. And now when I’m breathless, it’s not in that fun, giddy way. It’s more dangerous. Like choking. Like drowning. And I’m so tired, Sam. I want to stop. I want to keep all the memories I have of you, the sound of your laugh, the smell of your skin, the way my hand fit in yours. But I don’t want this pain. And I’m not sure anymore if I can have one without the other. That terrifies me.

So I guess what all this means is that I’m trying to let you go, and it’s not supposed to be against my will, but that’s how it feels anyway. I’m scared of letting you go the way I’m scared of almost everything these days. 

What if I forget you? What if I don’t? I honestly can’t tell you what would feel worse. But no matter what… 

You know I will adore you till eternity. 

Even when you’re not here to sing it with me. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. 

I love you.

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Sound off! Who's not dead?

Would love to hear your thoughts, my loves. This story is truly a living organism with drastically changing drafts.

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[cricketcat9]

Long, but worth reading; warning, it’s about…life and death…

I just learned that my best friend from high school died about two weeks ago. She was an extraordinarily talented pianist and writer, a great friend who influenced me in the best way and broadened my horizons; I feel privileged to know her and to have her in my life. I feel very sad that she is no more.

Here’s a letter written by another person; her name was Kerri. She wrote it before she died of brain cancer. Please read, and reflect…and hopefully, apply!

“If you’re reading this, this fu$king brain cancer probably got me.

But let me be crystal clear while I’m able: I did not ”lose a battle” against cancer. This is a ridiculous, steamy pile of horse shit that society has dumped on cancer patients. Western medicine, and Western culture, especially, is so uncomfortable talking about death that instead it created this “battle” analogy that basically shames people who die from cancer.

News flash: None of us gets out alive from this rodeo called life.

There is no shame in dying from cancer – or any serious illness. And it doesn’t need to be a battle. It’s a transition that each of us will go through. I was asked by a shaman, whom I spoke to after my second brain surgery, “Are you running towards life or running away from death?”

Whoa! That got my attention.

There’s a BIG difference. I got it wrong more often than not.

Don’t let fear fuel your choices. Live fearlessly. Run TOWARDS life. Don’t worry about what people will think. Trust me, it doesn’t matter.

Focus on you. Be true to yourself. Be your own best friend. People who tell you you’re selfish are not your people. If the voice in your head says these unkind things, get a new voice. Honor your mental health and seek out a good therapist with the same vigor you’d search for a romantic partner.

Speaking of, be intentional about cultivating friendships that lift you up. As those friendships grow and change, don’t overlook them while you search for that “great love of your life.” (No, I’m not suggesting you sleep with your bestie. But you do you!)

Another unhelpful message that we get from society is that we need a “love of our life,” as a romantic partner.

Single and childless when I was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer, I looked around my life and came up sputtering and sobbing from the wave of grief washed over me. I thought I’d be doing this alone… no husband, no kids, no “great love.”

How wrong I was. At the first appointment with my neuro oncologists, one of the nurses diligently hauled in chair after chair for the great loves of my life who came with me that horrible day and many days after that.

I sat and listened while the doctor explained the 12-month treatment plan, focusing on my breathing, then looked around the room…. filled with great loves of my life: incredible women friends whom I had met at various stages of my life.

Surround yourself with people who contradict that unkind voice, people who see your light, and remind you who you are: an amazing soul.

Learn how to receive these reflections from your people. Because they are speaking the Truth.

Love yourself, no matter how weird and silly it might feel. Every morning, give yourself a hug before your feet hit the floor. Look deeply into your eyes in a mirror. Say to yourself, out loud, “I trust you.” That voice in your head might say you’re a dork. Ignore it.

As I prepare to leave this body and embark on this mysterious journey of my soul, I hope these observations from my deathbed are somehow useful.

What I know, deep in my bones, is that learning to love myself has led me to be able to say this: I’m so proud of how I lived.

May you, dear reader, feel the same when you head out on your soul journey, too. Until then, enjoy the ride. And always eat dessert first, especially if there’s pie!"

#life #death #friendship #loving yourself

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Group F Round 3

[image ID: the first image is of Forest Friend, an anthropomorphic rock with a cube shaped head, round body, and thin arms and legs. there is a little chip on his head and a crack running into his left eye. growing from his head are leaves in various shades of red. the second image is of the Protagonist of Melatonin. he's a young man wearing a pink hoodie, black sweatpants, and pink slippers, sleeping on a couch in a dark living room, illuminated only by a TV and a small lamp. on his chest is an open laptop. the living room is populated with items like books, gaming equipment, empty cups, glasses, and paper coffee cups, and an empty pizza box. end ID]

Forest Friend

Little DUDE right here!!! He follows you around and like you give him apples and he becomes your friend!! And then he starts copying your movements and you guys just run around the forest together solving platforming puzzles!! And then he opens a pathway for you and gives you one of the things you need!! But then he doesn’t come with you :((( and the forest gets all red because you’re angry and sad that he didn’t come with you, and the whole thing is a metaphor for one of the five stages of grief and I’m pretty sure it’s bargaining and honestly that’s pretty cool anyways play Gris

Protagonist

Literally super relatable dude. Bestie has sleep problems and dreams about stuff that we usually worry or stress about. Things like money or the future or whatever. Despite the dreams feeling challenging sometimes he still manages to persevere and sleep through the night though! Not me trying to explain the plot of a rhythm game- that’s the best I can do LMAO he’s just a silly guy with a good sense of rhythm and a poor sleep schedule (omg it’s me) [additional propaganda]

#obscurecharactershowdown #obscure poll #group f round 3 #forest friend #gris game #melatonin game

[likesomekindofcheese]

Hey! Just recently finished The Great and frankly I’m also upset about Grigor’s relationship between Georgina and Marial, of which I haven’t liked her character since the beginning of the show and can’t seem to fathom why he loves her. Anyways, I can’t seem to find the post where you explain why you don’t like it, and if you haven’t written/posted it, I’d love to see why!

*cracks knuckles*

Hi there! I don't think I made a whole official post about why I don't like it outside of jokes. So let me explain why here. To get one thing over with, it was a personal thing. Gwilym Lee was my celebrity number one husband-boyfriend crush for ages. I began watching The Great for him. And of course I wrote lots of Grigor x reader fics to channel my imagination and lust. So when he became a cheater in season 2, out of nowhere, without any warning...it was a shock. I tried to think through it, justify it, but it never did. It felt like even in my fantasies, I wasn't safe. I wasn't good enough. The minute I slipped up in a romantic relationship, I would be cheated on as punishment. I had panic attacks and couldn't sleep and cried for days. I couldn't even look at the show or images or of Grigor for without crying. It was as if...I was the one cheated on. I literally had to get therapy because it bothered me so much.

Okay, now that this is done, here is my personal take of why Grigor/Marial is bad as a pairing. Also, this is just me being biased and my personal take, so if you ship the pairing...eh, good for you, all the more power to ya. This post isn't for you.

Let's move onto the foundation. I've discussed it a lot with the Queen and legend @ladystrallan but here it is for all y'all. The Big reasons why. Starting with the most important one.

Reason #1) Marial does not actually give a shit about Grigor's well-being and happiness.

Often in fanfics, when Grigor cheats on George, it's because he is sad about George and the OC or Reader or whoever is worried about him. They want him to be happy, wanted, loved, and valued, and chosen. Marial does none of those things. It's never about "how can I help this poor little meow meow feel better?" It's about "what can he do for me" like she's the damn rat from Charlotte's Web.

Reason #2) Marial does not respect Grigor

If Marial did respect Grigor, she would listen to what he says. She would not blab to Catherine about Peter having sex with and accidentally killing her mother. In season 3, when Peter dies- Grigor is sobbing and in a grieving state for his best friend. Marial on the other hand is celebrating his death like the munchkins celebrating a house dropping on the wicked witch in The Wizard of Oz. Let's put it this way- if someone who you loved, someone you were very close to dropped dead out of nowhere, would you want to date someone who celebrated the death as good thing? No. If she did respect him, she would support him in his grief. She would keep her trap shut. Even if she personally didn't like Peter...she would still be there for Grigor's struggle of losing his friend. At the end of the day...Marial will betray her bestie to become a lady again. She is only on her own side and no one else's. She gets some Pet The Dog moments with the serfs...but not with anyone else she has interpersonal connections with at court.

Reason #3) The Affair is selfish.

Marial does none of these things. She starts the affair not because she is worried about his well-being, or happiness, or respect or selflessly genuinely loves him...she starts it because 1) he was a former fling, 2) she is rich again and she can, and 3) to spite Georgiana. Grigor kind of wants to feel happy and alive again- but it's bc George is away from him!

I understand that fiction is not reality. We can use fiction to discuss taboo things. Or even admit that we fantasize about things we know are ethically wrong. It says nothing about us. Just because we fantasize it or like it in fiction doesn't mean we like it in real life. But...

Reason #4) The Writers paint Georgiana's affair as bad and Grigor's affair as good.

We have all of season one to see how much it hurts Grigor to see his wife be Peter's mistress. And I'm not going to pretend it is entirely good. But Georgiana does get a few lines in season 1 after the poisoning that she kind of...HAS to be Peter's mistress. That their high social standing and wealth comes from their close friendship with Peter that in no ways should be tampered with. And this includes the complete lack of boundaries with Georgiana, because he is the absolute ruler emperor. Like that line in Six The Musical- If Peter says it's you, it's you. As far as I know, Peter and Georgiana is consensual other than the implied power balance and she's lucky she likes Peter and he's a good lover. In fact, back in the day, men WOULD offer their wives as missteress to the king because you could get a huge castle and lots of lands and money from it! That's what Mary Boleyn's husband thought when Henry VIII made her his mistress. You don't technically have a choice- might as well make the most out of it.

Yet the writer(s) paint Georgiana as bad and frame Marial as good, as something that Grigor needs to heal (it ain't), that she is his true love (blech) all without taking a big look in the mirror. They don't know how to handle a complex woman as Georgiana but they think framing Marial as a girlboss makes it better (yuck).

On a related note...imagine if we switched the genders? If Grigor was Georgette and Marial was Mark, we have Georgette being lonely and swept up in her exes charms. Giving everything to Mark, even when he crosses her personal boundaries. Despite this, she keeps running back to him, swearing she'll marry him even though he hates her recently dead bestie and doesn't comfort or support her mourning.

If that was the case, there would be riots! People would be all "omg you deserve better! My poor baby! Dump his ass, queen!" But...no. Since we have Miss GirlBoss (tm) Marial, this toxicity is apparently okay.

Reason #5) Grigor's love and loyalty to his wife was part of what made his character so endearing in the first place.

It's like if Peter said "fudge" instead of "fuck," but we all fell in love with Count Dymov because he loved his wife so much. That is why there are so many Grigor fics out there. Becuase the depth of love he has not only for Peter...but for Georgiana. It's not the issue that his honor as a man is insulted to have his wife sleep around...it's because he is genuinely heartbroken and sad about it. That he loves her that much. And that he loves Peter that much too. He's crying when he tries to put a pillow over Peter's face to suffocate him. In fact, Georgiana does care about his well being despite the whole mistress stuff. When he gets scruff out of rebellion, she knocks him out and tenderly gives him a shave. They tease and flirt with each other. She sits on his lap. Who wouldn't want a relationship where you are that wanted, adored, and unconditionally loved? In fact, their only conflict was Peter. If it wasn't for Peter, they would have an idyllic, wonderful marriage. Look up The Great on TV Tropes- they are listed as "Happily Married."

So him having an affair on Georgiana, to where he is given an option to KILL GEORGIANA and abandon her for Marial felt egregiously out of character.

This is not why i signed up. I wanted him and Georgiana to heal and grow and triumph in their love, especially as the series went on and Peter focused more on his romantic relationship with Catherine to where that WAS the show.

So yeah...those are my two cents.

#the great #the great hulu #tw: cheating #grigor dymov #georgiana dymov #the great tv show #gwilym lee #phoebe fox #charity wakefield #anti marial/girogr #or #anti marial/grigor

[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Dream - Chapter Six.

Happy Monday, besties! So, I thought I would treat you all to another double update today, just to try and get this story moving along a little better. The last one was really well received, too, so we’ll do as last time and split the 40 notes unlock over both chapters. Enjoy!

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five

Tag list - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed (note: those not engaging will be automatically removed from the tag list, FYI)

Words - 2,614 

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“So, did you tell him about all this then, your stepdad?” Angel asked, when Keri had spoken briefly of her family dynamic, revealing that she was actually much closer with David than she was her mom, on account of his laid-back nature. Meryl Watkins was nothing short of a little tightly wound at times.  

“No not yet, but I probably will. David's cool, much more open minded than my mom so if it's anyone I tell, it'll be him. Only a few of my friends know so far. Frankie and her girlfriend Jaime as you know, and my other girl, Rachel. I didn't tell the boys yet, I have no idea how they'd react to it!” Just the thought set off a soft alarm in her head, the teasing she was likely to receive, especially from Aaron.  

Angel could definitely identify with her. “Yeah, I know that feeling. There's only two people who I’ve told, EZ and his wife, Sharise.” Jamming his cell under his ear, he poured himself a drink, tequila and a splash of soda. “So are your mom and dad divorced or something?”

“No, my dad died when I was nine, sadly. He was sick for about a year before he went, he had colon cancer and there was nothing they could do. He was so miserable towards the end that I think his death was a blessing to him. It's really hard to lose a parent, you have to grow up so fast,” she revealed, with Angel nodding heavily in agreement.

“I understand that. My mom died when I was twenty-seven, she was killed in a robbery gone wrong. It was fucking rough, losing her like that, but at least I was an adult when it happened. I can’t imagine how shit that must’ve been for you, to only be nine years old when you lost your dad.” She could barely believe it had been thirteen years, sometimes.  

“Oh my god, Angel,” she gasped after hearing of his own parental loss. “That’s tragic, I’m so sorry.”

“Could have been much worse, I could have been a little kid still, like you were,” he reasoned. “But thanks, though.”

“Even though I was just a little kid, my mom never shielded me from any of it. I knew he had cancer, she explained to me gently in a way I could understand what it was doing to his body and all the treatments he had to go through. The chemo, the radiotherapy, the eventual removal of half his colon and bowels. She always said it was pointless hiding from me and trying to make it look less bad than it was, that she wouldn’t insult my intelligence by doing so.

“She's always been a great believer that children understand much more than we give them credit for, and she was right. I guess that if there was an upside to his death, it was that gave me a lot of strength, losing him when I did. I learned how to process grief very early, deal with all those emotions, too. Mom really helped me through that, as well. She was my rock in the aftermath.

“I remember the night before he died, he was so sick and so weak, but he hauled me up onto the bed and sat and talked to me for hours. He told me that because I was just like him, I'd go far in life, and no matter that he wouldn't physically be there to see it, he'd always be by my side.” Her explanation faltered a little, her voice quivering as she remembered her beloved father. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to start blubbering there. Here's me going on about how strong it made me, right before I start crying.”

Angel was quick to reassure her. “Even the strongest people in the world cry sometimes. It makes you human. Are you okay?”

She took a breath, getting out of bed and going to her drawer to pull out her cigarettes, needing a little calming hit of nicotine. “Yeah, I just get upset sometimes when I talk about him. He was amazing and I miss him so much,” she sniffed, the tears still gushing from her eyes as she flung the window open, lighting up, watching the snow beginning to tumble down. Again.  

“It's totally understandable, you know. I feel sad when I think about my mom and how much I miss her, nothing can fill the void you feel when you lose one of the people that brought you into this world in the first place,” he empathised. “Damn, I wish we were asleep right now.”

Flicking her ash, she took another drag on her cigarette. “Why?”

“So that I could hug you, you sound like you need one.” Oh, how cute?  

'I do, and I need some sleep too, now you come to mention it. I have to be up and out of the house again in five hours to catch the sunrise and take photographs for a little commission I have. Someone I work with at the chocolate shop wants a nice picture as a going away present for their friend, who is leaving for Nebraska at the end of next week.”

“Sounds like we could both do with resting our heads, then. Hopefully, I’ll see you soon?”  

She smiled, feeling a little buzz of excitement. “Yeah, here’s hoping.” She took another drag on her cigarette before flicking it out of the window, going to wash the smell from her hands and brushing her teeth too, returning to her room and spritzing the air with her pillow mist before climbing into bed. “I want to dream of him, I want to see him.” She repeated in her mind, until eventually, she drifted off.

“Yo, dumbass. I’m right here.” he called to her as she looked around the busy city, people bustling along the sidewalk and cars racing by quickly. She turned to see him sat on a low wall, smiling that beautiful smile at her.

“You don't know me well enough to call me dumbass yet.” Her scold was playful, her smile sweet, happy to see him there. As she approached, all the cars and people suddenly vanished, and it was just them. Like an A-bomb had gone off, and they were the only two survivors.

“I know you well enough to do this when you're upset, though.” Jumping down, he folded his arms around her, making her feel instantly safe and warm.  

“In that case, I think I'll let the dumbass comment slide.” Kissing his chest, she felt the hard muscle press against her cheek, drinking in the moment there with him. She could feel the lines between reality and dreams starting to blur with every dream that passed. It was scary, it was strange, but most of all it was exciting.

It thrilled her to see where their dreams would take them next, and still wonder the one resounding question; why? Why did they act like lovers in dreams for one thing? It was something Keri was too afraid to ask, yet she thought about it constantly. Were her dreams trying to point her in his direction? Could he possibly be the one she belonged with, and this was her way of finding him?

Was the answer she searched for truly that simple?  

“Whatcha thinking about, tiny?” he asked, unfolding his arms from around her and holding her hand as they began to walk up the deserted street. Tiny she was, compared to him. He was almost a foot taller than she.  

“Why I'm here, with you, night after night. What's the meaning behind it all?” she mused, looking up at him as they walked.

“I've been asking myself the same thing,” he revealed, squeezing her hand softly. “My brother had an interesting theory. He thinks that at some point, our paths are gonna cross in reality, and all of this is just a way of letting us see it's gonna happen.”

“Well, they kind of have, haven’t they? We’ve been messaging, and speak on the phone now, don't we? That’s us crossing paths, in a roundabout sort of way,” she commented.

He gave her a soft shove in the shoulder as they rounded the corner, walking onto the next empty street. “I think he meant something a little more significant, like us actually meeting one another.”

“Is that something you’d like, then? For us to actually meet?” She felt a little sick with nerves, waiting on his response, because she knew, she knew for herself that she very much wanted to meet him. Suddenly, though, she felt something begin to pull at her, grasping his arm tightly. “I want to stay asleep. I want to stay here.” She whispered, feeling Angel wrap his arm around her.  

“Maybe this'll help keep you here.” Leaning to her, he kissed her softly, Keri wrapping her arms around his neck. It did keep her there, but not for long, the dream beginning to spiral completely out of her control. When she opened her eyes again, she was surrounded by nothing but pitch-black darkness, straining her eyes as she spun around, trying to gather her bearings. Suddenly, a light came on, Keri turning to see Angel smiling at her.  

“Look at you, being my light in the dark,” she commented, smiling as he reached for her hands.  

He pulled her close, resting his forehead to hers. “Something tells me you’re gonna be my light in the dark, you know.” He kissed her head, smiling down at her. “And yeah, I do wanna meet you in real life. Might have to see what Utah is like at this time of year.” Her heart almost beat clean out of her chest, the happiness of the moment waking her, Keri blinking a few times into the darkness of her room.  

‘It would be fantastic, to actually meet you x’  

With that message sent, she closed her eyes and drifted off back into slumber. Not enough slumber for her liking either, up and awake four hours later, watching the sun come up with her bestie.

“Here, I made it extra strong.” Passing her the second cup from her Thermos, Frankie then handed over the foil wrapped breakfast she’d prepared too, halving an omelette and putting them between a bread roll each, Keri’s favourite of her creations.  

“Thanks, homeslice. I need it!” she replied, as they sat down on a fallen log to take a break. It had just turned 5.30am, and both still felt half asleep after their 4am start. Frankie had agreed to come out with her to add to her portfolio, not having enough nice sunrise pictures in there for her liking, since she was the very antithesis of a morning person. “Guess who called me last night?”

“Hmmmm.” She made a show of looking thoughtful, but of course, it wasn’t that hard to guess. “Big Latino dude with lots of tattoos and a huge motorcycle, per chance?” At seeing Keri's smile widen, she put her arm around her, thinking it very cute, how into him she seemed, now she’d settled into the idea a little more of what was happening between them in her sleep. It was nice, not to bear witness to her being so freaked out by it that she was crying and throwing up.  

“We talked for about two hours, and we found we have quite a bit in common. It was good, settling, made it all feel a little more normal when in truth, these mutual dreams we met through are anything but.”  

Frankie smiled widely through her mouthful of sandwich, chewing quickly so she could reply. “That’s cute!”

“Yeah, yeah he seems really nice. After the phone call, we mutual dreamed again, and he told me that he wants to actually meet me, he mentioned coming up here. So, I guess I have a new friend there, or whatever.”

“Or whatever,” she snorted in disbelief, rolling her eyes. “He’s into you.”  

Keri scoffed a little. “Doubtful! I mean god, look at the guy. He has a hoard of women all over his Insta, they’re always leaving him comments about how gorgeous he is, and he flirts back with them. Nah. What would a thirty-six-year-old with plenty of female attention want with a twenty-two-year-old student who lives over seven hundred miles away.”

Frankie stared at her with incredulity. “Oh, you sweet, summer child, Keri.”

“What?” she laughed softly. “I mean, he’s flirty with me, and I am with him too, but really? Me? When he has an abundance of women around him already?”  

“You never see yourself for how desirable you are, do you? Both in looks and personality.” She gave her an up and down look, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. “If you weren’t like a sister to me, I’d hit it.”

She all but choked on her coffee. “Dude!”  

“Face it, beets. Angel not only desires you, but he wants to meet you because he likes you. Why would he be prepared to travel over seven hundred miles when, as you state, he has a hoard of women he could get his dick sucked by right on his doorstep, if there wasn’t something else special about you, hmm?”  

Keri shrugged softly. “I guess there’s validity in that, but...”

“But you always downplay yourself because you get all nervous with guys.” Again, valid.  

“I do, I know!” she wailed softly. “And he’s like, an actual, proper man! It’s scary!”

“Oh, don’t talk crap!” Frankie snorted. “I mean, I don’t speak from personal experience, but men aren’t that complicated, are they? If you have good game with the cock then it should be fine, and from what you’ve told me about that sex dream you had, it sounds like you have that already. Mans wants himself the real thing. Harness it, baby girl. Reel him in!”  

“I still feel nervy,” she spoke, Frankie knowing that of course, she would. Keri was quite shy around guys, and she always had been. It took her a while to settle into things whenever she met a new one.

“Well, you could get over the nerves. I mean, these dreams you have with him, think of them like a practice run to what I suspect will follow after you have actually met up?”

“I still feel embarrassed then, when we’ve been like that in sleep!” The look on her bestie’s face had her giggling, draining her coffee as she stood up, starting to tinker with her camera. “However, I guess I do hear what you’re saying there. He told me that it’s only a dream, so just go with it, but he’d back off if it made me feel uncomfortable.”

Frankie poured herself another coffee, smiling with surprise. “Even when asleep, he’s got respect for you in a moment that isn’t even happening outside of your combined imaginations. I like this dude. I guess if it does go well, he has a hell of a reward for his nocturnal patience, though. I mean, you are somewhat of a sex fiend when you get comfortable with a guy.”  

Her grin said it all, Keri having her in fits, especially with the rapid, suggestive double raise of her eyebrows. “I do like the D, this is true.”  

“From the gay standpoint, ewww, but you have at it, girly,” Frankie laughed. As they went about their early morning photographic endeavours, Keri began to think on her friend’s words, about liking the sound of Angel, acknowledging how much she did as well. As their dream lives began to all move very much in one direction, she found that liking doing nothing but escalate, too.

#angel reyes #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes smut #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes x ofc #angel reyes fanfic #angel reyes fic #mayans mc #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc smut #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc fic

[caineinthecorner]

Belphegor was actually the one interested in humans…..

How the fuck did you see my blog and went "oh yeah this person cares about canon I Must Correct Them Immediately". Bestie what blog did you read

Like, thanks. I will note this for future reference (I guess). But allow me to make it clear - since you aren't the first ask I get of this type and I’m tired of people trying to police my content - that I don't care about getting 100% of the lore right. Especially if, subjectively, it makes a weaker narrative.

I am not canon accurate. If that bothers you, or anyone else who might enter my blog, please literally just block me. I can't be assed.

A bit of a rant below the read more.

Allow me to explain my reasoning for Belphie: I think Belphegor shouldn't be interested in humans because A) It allows him to dehumanize them as the Wicked that basically destroyed his life, B) the topic would be traumatic as FUCK and he’s not the type to put effort in anything “hard”, any less traumatic, C) Avoidance and/or isolation - from the human culture, in this case - is a common grief response that would make thematic sense for the Avatar of Sloth, and D) He would deem himself above them and therefore why bother (dehumanization tactic).

Belphegor IS angry with humans, and I can view as believable that he would learn about them solely out of spite or something, but it is boring. In my personal opinion as a writer, the narrative punch of "These people ruined my life and I am angry, but I don't have the energy to enact said anger so I am just drowning in hate until I rot from the inside out. I hate, passionately, and nobody sees it. The world moves on and so do the people who hurt me. These feelings inside me will explode alongside me and I have accepted that fate. I am the definition of a molotov grenade, destined to explode and to hurt" is more fun than the same old hate boner always portrayed in media.

Belphegor doesn’t have a plan for killing humans. He’s hurt, and he doesn’t know how to process that hurt - specially against the tiredness in his bones - so he has to lash out against something to make the feelings go away. But it will not go away. And killing humanity won’t make him happy, either. So he stays stagnant as he plans nothing at all for an imaginary enemy, a species unknown to him except the fact that they took everything from him, so he doesn't have to blame himself in his grief.

He rots and he dwells in these horrible feelings, until he gets locked in the attic for what he believes is justified. Until he meets MC, and they free him, and his delusions reach a boiling point while against someone weaker.

Anger and depression are not mutually exclusive, especially with grief involved, and having that be demonstrated on the avatar of Sloth would be more resonant with the game's narrative. I guess. Also, projecting a bit on my end. I am so fucking tired.

#cainesasks

[blade-that-was-broken]

I really do love that you gave JD friends. And did not make him bitter exs with Delta. I respect people’s headcannons but it feels like everyone does that and it has become the standard for JD.

It’s honestly a whole thing for me. Part of it is projecting, honestly, but I also have a lot of feelings for this little troll. Like a lot. And I know what it’s like when the fandom makes something the standard for a character.

I’ve never really been involved in that aspect but I’ve been involved in other fandoms that do that with fanon things that they deem is practically canon and I don’t agree with it. Obviously people can do what they want it’s not a huge deal. That is what fanfic and fandom is for.

Delta obviously seems to have some experience with the sadness in life which probably includes grief. And the one thing that really makes me attached to JD to nearly the point of apologetics is that he came back. He came back to the Tree and thought everyone was dead and that grief must have been insane. I can’t even imagine.

Part of me likes the cute JD and Delta art and got a little attached to the idea. I think it would be hilarious if they were besties because no one really expects that. And I don’t mind the ship as much as I dislike other troll ships (I’m not big on troll romantic ships in general it’s a whole thing I should explain one day).

It was Delta at first, when I stepped into this whole idea of giving John friends. I like the idea that as a traveler/hiker/camper he would have discovered other tribes. I think it’s a good idea for both his character and in general. But as time goes on, I dunno, I want him to have some people to support him and be friends with him - people who aren’t kids he had to raise as a child himself.

So like in one of my aus, he’s friends with Dickory. They got into a spot of trouble and helped each other out. In another au, he helped a rock band get their start up going. In my human au, John is best friends with Delta and becomes close with her family. It becomes a serious loyalty. I want to expand on this a little. Because I kind of like the idea that he kind of just. Knows people when everyone in his life now thinks he was a strict hermit. Idk just a thought.

I just kind of feel bad for him sometimes. Like, people can do what they want and they are soooo creative like it’s crazy. And I feel a little awkward doing sometimes totally different, like I’m going against the character.

At least until I realize that people are doing the same thing. Just because a large part of the fandom agrees on something that doesn’t mean you have to do it too. It makes me feel a lot better about my writing to me.

Sorry for the long reply. Sometimes I over explain and get onto tangents

#ask #man I really do over explain

[sequinsmile-x]

Right Here

Just a little, pointless, drabble for my bestie @ssa-sparks and anyone else who might need it <3

I love you all very much

Warnings: none

Words: 700

Read below the cut

It had been a bad case, not that there were ever any good ones. Child cases always felt different, more insidious. They had always crawled under her skin, but they found a way to go deeper these days. Ever since Jack had become more than her boss's son, ever since she and Aaron had two sons of their own, she found the cases harder to take.

She knew her husband was the same. That he replaced the victim's faces with the faces of their own children. 

They hadn’t saved the last victim, only arriving moments too late. Aaron had taken the brunt of the mother’s rage, her grief, and Emily watched as her husband took on every word. How guilt and blame washed over him.

As soon as they’d got home she’d made sure the kids were in bed, settled them down and hugged them tighter than usual. Once she knew they were ok, she sought out Aaron, knowing he needed her just as much as their children did. 

Tonight, he probably needed her even more. 

She finds him in the living room, sitting in the armchair, his body tense as he stares straight ahead. 

“Are you ok?” She asks, knowing it was a pointless question, but it gets his attention, and he looks over at her.

“No.” 

Honesty was one of the cornerstones of their relationship, the very thing they had built their relationship on. She loved it, relished it. 

“Do you want to be alone?” 

“No,” he repeats, firmer this time. Emily nods in response and crosses the room, settling into his lap with ease. He wraps his arms around her, holding her close as if she was the only thing that kept him grounded. 

“Can I help?” She asks, pushing some of his hair off his forehead. Aaron smiles at her. It’s a sad thing, a tiny twitch at one corner of his lips, and it makes her ache. It makes her want to find anyone, and anything, that had ever hurt him and tear them to pieces. 

“You already are,” Aaron replies, his grasp on her tightening. She happily curls up further into his lap and rests her head on his shoulder. He turns his head just enough to press a kiss against her temple. “I’m sorry, Em.” 

She reaches for his hand, linking their fingers together. “For what?” 

“For…this. Everything,” he replies, sounding weary, “I bet you wish you’d ended up with someone less complicated.”

She chuckles, thinking he’s joking, “Yeah, because I come completely baggage free,” she quips, and he’s silent, his only response a brief tightening of his grasp on her. Emily realises he’s being serious and pulls away to look at him, her eyebrows knitted together as she frowns, “Honey, you can’t be serious.” 

Aaron sighs, “It’s true, Em. There’s so much history, and it never quite goes away.” 

Emily cups his cheek, forcing him to look at her again from where his gaze had drifted to the floor. 

“If there’s anyone who knows about a complicated past it’s me,” she says gently, stroking his skin with her thumb, “Does it make you love me any less?” 

“Of course not,” he replies indignantly, almost as if he was angry she’d imply such a thing, and she smiles softly at him. 

“Then why would it make me love you any less?” She asks, and he sighs again, closing his eyes as if he was trying to gather himself. “One of the things I love most about our relationship is that we understand each other,” she explains, her thumb still idly stroking at his skin, “We’ve both experienced things most people wouldn’t come up with in their worst nightmares and we made it through.”

“And now we’re here.” 

She smiles at him, leaning forward to kiss him quickly. “Exactly, now we’re here,” she kisses him again, “I love you very much.” 

“I love you too.” 

She knows she would never bore of hearing him say that to her. It still made her stomach flip, even after all this time. 

“Do you want to go to bed?” She asks, and his response is a shake of his head. 

“No, not yet.” 

“Ok,” she replies, settling down so her head was on his shoulder, “We’ll stay right here.” 

#hotchniss #hotchniss fanfiction #hotchniss fanfic #aaron hotchner fanfiction #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #hotchniss fan fic

[colorfulyetsinful]

This is a hc timeline list for a fanfic I’m writing (it’s not even about Bruce, I just like writing lore).

No capes au, meaning no power or hero or villains. It’s hard to explain, maybe I’ll go into it more once I publish the fic.

(I’m not sure if this makes sense but I hope it makes sense)

Going one for the Kent’s bc I got plans for Clarky boy >:}

Anyways enjoy!!

Warning ⚠️

-young Bruce Wayne

-and underage drug use (it’s only mentioned)

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Bruce is basically Damian mixed with dick’s public persona

- basically he’s stand offish and a smart ass with a charming smile

Autistic coded (where Damian gets it from

Chosen not to have friends, but when Clark and Diana became his partners for a group project, he couldn’t get ride of them

Bruce and Oliver had a rivalry going on

hey didn’t realize it at first until they shared a class in 8th grade, and after that they couldn’t stand each other

Him and Harley some how became besties (kinda like how Damian and Colin are)

He scolds her for being interested in a delinquent (joker)

She comes back at him for having a on-off relationship with Talía

Him, Harley, Harvey, Edward, Pamela, and Selina used to sneak out of school to go smoke pot

(Usually on Wednesdays and Fridays every other week)

He definitely went through a rebellious stage

Cheated on his current gf (idk you pick) with Talía

Him and Talía were that toxic couple that shouldn’t be together but are

Kinda like Maddie and Nate but Bruce would never put his hands on her (he wouldn’t and he couldn’t that bitch would beat his ass)

Him and Selina are childhood friends in the sense that they met like 4 time from the age of 8-13 and fully became friends in Highschool

Talía and Bruce are childhood sweethearts

He was a band kid,,,he definitely played the trombone

Also was in a garage band bc of Eddie

He played the drums

Thought he was going to get ride of Harley after graduation

Nah they both were in the same criminal psychology major

Didn’t know how to drive until he was well into uni (he was driven around by a butler his whole life what do you expect)

Him, Clark, and Diana are drinking buddies

Him and Harley stopped being friends after she dropped out of school and ran away with her bf

Selina, Pamela, and Harley had a reunion in jail

Bruce dropped his friendship Harvey bc they both got drunk and had a fight at a club

Finally broke it off with Talía

Well she broke it off with him…he tells ppl his version tho

Lives up to his name as “Gotham’s playboy” for the rest of college

Him and Oliver (Queen) hooked up at a college graduation party

Woke up to matching rings and a marriage certificate

They were both mortified

He took Dick in around the age of 26 (dick was around 6)

Adopted him a year later

A bit clueless, so Alfred basically raised him

He really learned what patience was with Dick

Found and adopted Jason when Dick was about to turn 7 (Jason was still 5 turning 6)

Thought he was doing good bc now Dick had a friend :D

It didn’t work

Dick was ok about Jason, just was annoyed with Bruce

He lost his parents, anger is one stage of grief

“Now you know how it feels to raise a child, Mister. Bruce”

Yes Alfred is so smugges

But Jason is Bruce’s baby

Jason was such a good boy he couldn’t see how any one could be mean or say anything bad about him

He became such a family man

Him and Selina start having a physical relationship after Jason was adopted

They aren’t really dating bc they didn’t want to “be committed to anything”

Lowkey dating

He help Clark and Lois get together

He was also the best man for their wedding

Also a groomsman for Oliver

Adopted Tim and Cass a few weeks later (the judge looked at him crazy) when dick was 10, Jason 8, cass 9, and Tim 7

Told Alfred there will be no more kids after them

Haha

He helped Kate with the legal team to adopted Harper and Cullen

Since Lucius Fox and him were working long hours, he suggested that the kids have a sleepover

He regretted it later on bc too much kids in the house

But he was happy that his kiddies were talking to other kids that wasn’t themselves or their cousins

(It still didn’t help their social skills)

He also helped Harley turn a new leaf and got her back on her feet after she finally ended things with her ex

She slowly became the family therapist

Her and Bruce also fixed their friendship and now Bruce regrets Bri going her back in his life

(This is a lie, he actually missed Harley)

Was the one that got her and Pamela the apartment together

Also help both of them finish their degree and even get their doctorate

AND helped them adopt a child together

It was a long process due to their criminal record but nothing money can’t fix

Colin was that child

He’s a little shit but the girls love him

Talia and him had a special night together

(He’s not tied down so it’s not cheating 🙄)

It was back before he even had Dick so he wasn’t with Selina

But that night brought a 9 year old Damian to his foot step when Dick was 13

(Is the math mathing??)

“No more kids, huh” 🤨

“Alfred, I didn’t even know this one existed”

He thought Dick was a hard time???

Damian truly humbled him

Selina loved him but Damian was always guarded with her

He grew to accept her as Bruce’s gf

“We’re not dating Damian”

“Then why tf is she here if your not committed”

Stephanie just added herself to the family after her and Tim started dating

Bruce couldn’t get rid of her after they broke up bc she started dating his daughter

He secretly loves her but honestly she just makes herself at home

Colin is that same way but he’s been here longer then Stephanie so🤷‍♂️

Colin and Damian are besties on accident

- They met at dojo class and was the only one not scared to take Damian 1v1

He got his ass beat, but gave damian a bloody nose so, even!!

Damian is autistic coded

Bruce adopted Duke after Damian

It was the same judge every time

The judge didn’t even hold a trial bc he just wants Bruce out of the court room

“This is the last one Alfred I SWEAR”

“You said that TGE LAST TIME”

It wasn’t but it was t by adopt

He proposed to Selina on Hanukkah/Christmas party when Damian was 12

(Hanukkah/Christmas bc Bruce and Tim are Jewish and raised dick and Jason as Jewish, but Damian, Duke, Cass, and Selina aren’t Jewish)

“I’m not dating her” “we’re not doing any commitment” my ass

It’s been 10 years BRUCE

ANYWWYS she said yes

The kids + other were the wedding party

Damian was the ring barrier

Harley was the maid of honor

Clark was the best man

Other ppl from the league was invited bc Bruce did have other friends in school, but he mostly hanged out with his little group

Selina adopted the kids as her stepchildren

(She loves her little kittens)

They honeymoon in Thailand (Selina is haft Thai)

Another year into their marriage and Selina is pregnant:D

“…”

“…at least this isn’t some kid I found on the street or was from an old fling”

“So you acknowledge that there’s a problem”

They were expecting twins

Bruce is happy to have kids with Selina but some times he wishes he would have stop at Jason

(This is another lie, this man is whipped for his family)

Honestly Bruce is happy how big his family have grown since it was just him and Alfred for so long Alfred is happy that Bruce had grown into such a family man and is happy how he far he’s gone since his rebellious younger years

#batfam #dick grayson #tim drake #bruce wayne #jason todd #damian al ghul #dc fluff #batcat #selina kyle #duke thomas #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #dc characters #dc comcis #dc headcanon

[waglifeornolife]

bestie stop you have nothing to apologize for, hugging you tightly rn 🥺🫂🩷

i’m honestly so heartbroken over it, it’s a hard one to explain to people who aren’t liverpool fans. i saw a quote earlier and it just shows how extreme the love that liverpool has for him and it was “Jurgen Klopp has put himself into Liverpools heartbeat” and i honestly couldn’t agree more 😭

i don’t post much about liverpool on here as majority people that follow me are mason fans, so their either Chelsea or United but today i just can’t help it. i’m going through all five stages of grief today 💔

#liverpool fc

[dontcallmeeds]

Might as well do a fic master list because I’m writing non-stop tonight, something something coping with grief ANYWHO

UPDATED 10/27 there is now two M rated fics!

ALL OF MY FICS ARE CURRENTLY RATED E SO PLEASE MINORS DNI 🔞 I will eventually do some T/M rated just to do regular fics without ships because I just love Dustin and whatnot, as well as some slice of life T/M Reddie/Steddie/Ronance/Jargyle, but none of these are rated lower than E even if there’s nothing currently with that rating in the chapters. Once I finish some WIPs, a Ronance focused fic is mostly likely next because I want to write them as the central ship not just side ships :))). THOSE GIRLS DESERVE THE WORLD.

The Richie Tozier Cam Diaries (WIP, 10/? Chapters) Modern AU where Richie is a cam model and Eddie is an anonymous regular client who’s watching him when he confesses that he loved him as kids, but ran away from him after a failed attempt of Spin the Bottle. A roadtrip ensues where they discover a lot about themselves and each other.

The Fruity Four Goes Camping (Completed, 4/4 Chapters) Set in the summer after Vecna, Steve, Eddie, Robin and Nancy all go camping at Wayne’s secret spot. They do shrooms the first night and they have an effect on everyone except Steve and Eddie accidentally says he’s attracted to him. Blossoming romance with camping activities and smut? Count me in. There’s also established Robin and Nancy with some cute fluff going on for them, love those women.

He Calls Your Name, But Will You Answer? (WIP, 11/? Chapters) Well well well, if it isn’t me who said I’d never write vampire content? Ha, bestie you’re so dumb. Steve finds himself hearing a voice that sounds mighty familiar, becoming clearer and clearer with each day until one week its loud and clear its Eddie. He goes on a mission, a very stupid mission, hoping to at least give Eddie a proper burial. Robin and Nancy follow him, finding out that Eddie is alive and well, not exactly human. A very unhinged fic where I hurt everyone especially Mike for some reason, probably projection. This also has established Robin and Nancy because I REFUSED TO WRITE A FIC WHERE THEY ARE NOT TOGETHER.

The Way You Bend, The Way You Break (Completed, 1/1 Chapters) Ah yes, a fun little one shot for kinktober! Established Steve and Eddie, but not in the conventional relationship sense. Eddie is Steve’s off/on dom who comes by for a scene after a few months before Robin’s 21st birthday so they only have a short window to work with. They are also close friends so there is some mild feelings to this fic that make it a little sappy for a one shot smut.

It Could Never Be Me, Could It? (WIP, 11/? Chapters) This one is a litttttle different for me. I used 2 different Tumblr prompts (that are obviously linked on fic) as well as the AO3 filters on Tiktok. Normally I wouldn’t spoil my own plot twist fic, but I know how people feel about Billy Hargrove on here (which as an indigenous dude who’s a huge Lucas fan, uh yeah I don’t like him either, love Dacre tho). He is merely a plot device on this fic and I will mildly explain. Steve and Eddie are both totally in love with each other after a year after Vecna, but neither of them is really doing much about it until Eddie shows at Robin and Steve’s movie night to see if they’re dating. It ends up with Steve fighting Jason Carter and then Steve/Robin & Eddie/Nancy both try to come up with plans that will all take place at Chrissy’s party. But life has other plans for them: Billy Hargrove being inexplicably alive.

The Freak Helps The King Find Himself (In Submission) (WIP, 17/? Chapters) This is my most popular fic to date! Steve confesses to Eddie before he can do so himself that he has a crush on him after breaking things off with his mean girl date. Eddie starts to show Steve a side of himself he thought he could only share in dark bathrooms or under school bleachers, and Steve loves who he is when he’s submitting. There may be some switch Eddie at play as well, these boys are tooth rottingly in LOVE in this fic and almost nothing bad happens to them. Someone said they would read a bible sized fic from me because of this one and that is the best thing anyones every said to me.

The Beginning: The Barrens Are Forever (WIP, 3/? Chapters) Finally, my baby! This is the Losers in a hardcore punk band called the Barrens, Ben owns the local venue called The Quarry (and may have some future endeavors with Eddie Munson to open another wink wink) and they all live in a punk house. Yes, it is a It x Stranger Things crossover (it wasn’t originally) and I couldn’t be more stoked. The main fic in what will be a series is currently Reddie centered, but currently has established Steddie and Ronance in it. There’s some weird shit in it, but no Pennywise, no Upside Down/Vecna.

More Than A Friend (WIP, 1/? Chapters) the second of my installment of my Derry & Hawkins Punk House AU!! This is a RONANCE FIC FINALLY EEEEE!! Lesbians lesbians lesbiansssss! This is about Nancy asking Robin to move in during a party because her shitty roommates are moving out. Robin thinks she’s joking, but she’s not. Nancy is an uber confident bi woman in this and Robin is a semi oblivious lesbian. Hilarity ensues.

i can wait for you at the bottom (completed, 1/1 chapters) Eddie feels dejected after having confessed to Steve that he has feelings that aren’t just friendly. Steve freezes until a stormy Hawkins’ night where he comes barreling into Eddie’s. This is just a M (only rated so for adult themes like smoking weed and homophobia) one shot that I needed out of my system. It’s angst, hurt/comfort, and much needed fluff after.

Put Me To Work (completed, 1/1 chapters) My longest one shot to date and my favorite writing. This is a smut filled PWP based off the song Put Me To Work by Big Data. Eddie is going through a breakup and Steve comes to clean his house. But he wants to do more than just help him clean, he wants to take care of him in ways Eddie didn’t know he even needed.

#I really like all my fics but i think my best is the cam diaries and the punk house #my most fun steddie is the plot twist one #even tho it has billy I’m sorry #pls don’t unfollow me I’m not a harringrove :(((( #i also don’t hate harringroves its just REALLY not my thing #my vampire fic seems anti Mike Wheeler but I PROMISE YOU its not #the smuttiest are the cam diaries and the freak helps the jock #the freak helps the jock is also the fluffiest #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #vampire!eddie munson #stranger thing fic #it fic #stranger things x it #ronance #steddie masterlist #reddie masterlist #fanfic masterpost #Ronance fic

[mylittleredgirl]

I’m in love with your SG1 rabbit hole. It makes me so happy. Most especially your Janet/Daniel content cause that is my bread and butter/consuming obsession that hasn’t left in 21 years.

oh wow!! that is some serious dedication. that ship was my entry into stargate fandom, so i have great fondness for them. i'd love to hear more of your thoughts, anon!

my daniel/janet thought of the week is about how Everyone Else will react to them (and if i've already posted about it this week, sorry everyone).

i see teal'c being like #1 fan. he understands grief and loss and is so connected to daniel's grief and loss specifically (!!! i feel like we don't talk about that enough!!) that he will be The Most Supportive, and also the friend who is 100% confident that this is good and right and will work out. if daniel's ever having a moment of "we might be too different" or going through the inevitable ups and downs of a new relationship, teal'c is the friend who is like no, you are Right For Each Other and i am Confident You Will Work It Out. (plus, he has great respect for both of them, so he has independently determined that they are an acceptable match.)

jack is going to be the friend who is like "i don't know?? this seems... weird? unnatural somehow???" but also will say this mostly with his face because he's not about to get into like deep relationship talk unless daniel backs him into it. he couldn't explain why it seems weird, but it's because daniel and janet have existed in separate mental boxes for a long time (janet is super-professional and kind of intense, daniel is daniel), so for them to suddenly start hooking up is... you know. he's not opposed. he's just. well, he's genuinely weirded out at first, and then just pretends to be weirded out indefinitely because now he thinks it's funny.

sam is a little put out at first, tbh, but she keeps that to herself because she doesn’t want to be! she loves her besties so much and wants them to be happy! she thinks they'll probably be great together, and she's very careful to be 100% supportive. but it's going to be hard for a little while, personally, that her besties are honeymooning together, because they'll be pouring their attention into each other at the expense of their other relationships, and the whole fraiser family dynamic is changing, and of course they will want her to hang out with them sometimes and it's awkward to end up third-wheeling.

sam will also be the natural outside support to help cassie process this change (cassie being a teenager who Does Not Care, Ugh, but of course deeply cares). jack also helps out with that, in his own way. i don't see daniel ever replacing jack's role as cassie's primary paternal-ish figure, though of course they will get much closer as this goes on. but jack's ongoing joking disbelief lets cassie both complain in a lighthearted way and then wind around to arguing why it's fine, actually, omg stop when jack amps up the ridiculous... but sam is going to be the one to really listen and support her.

#sgwun #i should start a stargate thoughts tag #(not that i remember to actually use my star trek thoughts tag but you know) #stargate thoughts