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goldustwomun · 26 days

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pairing: sirius black x younger potter! reader

summary: something about your relationship with sirius black had never sit quite right with you, and now that he's back after two years of travelling the world, you're beginning to think that you'll soon find out what'll happens if the two of you finally fall over the edge of whatever precipice you've been teetering close to all these years. plus, you've got to work with him all summer, so what's the worst that could happen?

warnings: allusions to sex (minors dni!!!), swearing, cocky sirius and like kind of an annoying younger sister reader (but also that's literally me lol), bad transitions between light hearted banter and angst but i'm trying my best RIP, i imagine sirius to be mid-20s and reader only 3/4 years younger (but everyone is OF AGE), mommy issues if you squint

wc: 5.4k+

note: soooo i'm back :D again :D i'm almost done with second year and actually somewhat ahead with all my papers (with very minimal finals; def recommend being a history major x) and i've just been missing the community so enjoy this! i had this first chapter posted a while back (like maybe a year) but it was actually ass so i've redone it a little :)))) as always, reblogs and comments are MUCH appreciated and i can't wait to interact w/ y'all over this because i have been DAYDREAMING about brother's bf sirius :')

“What do you mean he’s working at the shop as well?!” you screeched, chasing your Mother around the kitchen, feeling a lot like the pesky youngest child you were.

“He needs some help so we offered to give him a job. Honestly sweetheart, aren’t you too old for this childish feud?”

“Too old? Shouldn’t you be saying that to him? He’s like– thirty or something, and still continues to be the bane of my existence. Fucking Bla–”

Your Mother whirled on you abruptly, brandishing the wooden spoon she was about to stir the boiling pot with right in your face. “Language, missy! I would tell him the same thing, but unluckily for you, you’re my daughter and currently living under my roof, so you get to hear it first.” She gave you a saccharine sweet smile, the kind that had you biting back the urge to stomp your feet and pout at her until she gave in. Unfortunately for you, that hadn’t worked since you were about six years old.

“--now, he’s been gone for such a long time, and we’re all very excited to see him, so don’t ruin this reunion with any more of your tantrums.”

You opened your mouth, intent on not letting the argument die there, but your Father bounded into the kitchen at the same moment, ruffling up your hair with a “Hey there, kiddo,” before promptly moving on to snake his hands around your Mother’s waist. “Looking as beautiful as always, my dear,” he cooed into her ear. She let out an uncharacteristic giggle that had you bolting from the kitchen before you were scarred any further.

Your parents’ tooth-aching affections for each other were just that: sweet, but sickly all the same. Deep down, you knew you yearned for a romance like theirs, something genuine but passionate, able to withstand the test of time (and your ever-dwindling patience). James, your older brother, had found it with Lily, their son Harry being a product of their young but no less intense love.

And you loved that kid like he was your own. Would beg James to let you come over, play with the babbling toddler for a few hours, would even offer up your weekends, encouraging the young couple to “go out, live a little!”. But they were about as infatuated with their own child as you were, and had a never-ending supply of friends who were equally as eager to help out.

Speaking of, one of those eager friends was currently pounding his stupid fist against your stupid front door, and you were already riled up from the news that you couldn’t take seeing his face physically in front of you, as well.

You shoved past James, knocking him back a step as his hand reached for the door to let his best mate in. You caught a glimpse of him on the doorstep, the first in almost two years– hair unruly like he’d just rolled out of bed, long, black strands; newly tanned skin blushing under the heat of the sun; those thick, brooding eyebrows that raised up in your direction – eughh.

“What’s got your knickers in a bunch?” James called at your retreating figure, shouting loud enough to be heard over your heavy footsteps despite the carpeted floor.

“Ask your best mate over there!” you answered back with a bite, slamming your room door shut.

“Fuck,” he sighed, defeated, yanking his confused friend in and a chucking a thumb towards the stairs. “How’ve you managed to piss her off before you even got here?” he asked incredulously. “Peace– we had peace in this house for the past two years since you’ve been off travelling, and now look–! It’s a bloody riot!”

“Oi– I’ve done nothing,” he moaned indignantly, hanging his coat and scarf on the gold-crested hooks by the door. “--I think,” he added for good measure after a beat.

He never understood why the two of you struggled to get along. You’d grown up together, spent every waking moment in each other’s presence when he was at the Potter residence (which happened to be just about always given his own family situation). In theory, he should be like some sort of older brother figure– someone to loan out advice and shoulders to cry on and all that jazz.

But no. Something about you and your irritatingly know-it-all personality, or shrill voice when indignant (which was rather often around him), or your need to always be right – something about you made it so he just had to tease you endlessly until you were yelling, voice all pitchy, nostrils flared, breath heavy and face blotchy. When things would begin to die down, he’d find something else to point out, argue back, hit the nail on your specific head– something to really push you that little bit over the edge.

It was a little too fun to not try to get a rise out of you every time you were together. And as much as Sirius was aware that the jabs each of you threw had gotten a little more out of hand and a little less appropriate for your relationship– he just couldn’t stop.

The rest of the Potter family didn’t share your sentiments about Sirius, and rather adored him immeasurably. Had since he’d taken to hiding out in their house after a particularly brutal fight at home when he was only eleven. Heck, he’d even attended every Potter-family gathering, dinner, birthday, you name it, since then. It was why he came over every Sunday for a roast, pudding and some chat – he could never put into words what your family had done for him, the safety, security, home, even, they'd given him when he’d been lost and entirely clueless of what a real family looked like.

So he made the thirty-minute drive, every Sunday, much to your irritation. He plastered on the biggest smile for your Mum, complimenting every minute detail of the meal she cooked for the family, drank a glass of whiskey and smoked a cigar with your Dad; he was even Harry’s favourite, always humming quiet melodies into the youngest Potter’s ear.

With him travelling the world for the past almost-two-years, he’d missed out on the family time he usually looked forward to every weekend. Mondays seemed a lot less dreadful after having a belly-full of Mrs Potter’s food. Still, he’d sent postcards and printed pictures of everywhere he went, the sights he’d seen, people he’d met. It wasn’t the same, not without the lot of you to pester him (maybe you especially) but he’d needed some time to find himself.

He still wasn’t sure if he’d found what he was looking for, but the money had to have run out eventually so he was back home, ready to work and settle down in his life for once after graduating Hogwarts.

Sirius followed James into the living room where he found Lily, sipping on a glass of red, sitting by the empty fireplace. Instead, a window had been cracked in to let the temperate wind in.

She perked up as they entered, waving with that soul-wrenching smile of hers that could persuade even the most strong-willed of men into submission.

“Pads, you’re back!” she called from her seat. "And you've grown a moustache-- interesting choice of facial hair." Sirius, however, raised an eyebrow at her questioningly, ignoring her greeting-slash-judgement as he peered into the empty crib by her side, even going as far as to search under it as if the toddler might have escaped.

“Harry’s gone to bed in the guest room. There was a bit of a shouting match before you arrived,” James explained, sinking into the space beside his wife and pulling her into his side. “Actually, now that I think about it, there was a lot of shouting after you arrived as well!”

Lily snorted, snuggling into her husband without hesitation, and Sirius couldn’t help but avert his eyes, feeling entirely like he was imposing on an intimate moment as the two of them whispered in the other’s ear.

“Well, don’t mind me. Sitting here, all by my lonesome, no company or polite chatter to partake in, not even my dashing god son to entertain me” he sighed, dramatically, to no one in particular. James rolled his eyes at his best friend’s antics, chucking a frilly throw-pillow at his face (that’s what they’re for, right?) which he just as easily caught.

“Har-Har! Ever the clown, Paddy,” James mocked, flipping him off just in time for his Mum to walk in and see.

“James! Don’t aim such crude displays at my son,” she scolded, wrapping her wrinkled arms around Sirius’ shoulders from behind his chair. She leaned down, kissing the top of his head affectionately. Sirius only whimpered in agreement, leaning into her motherly touch and whining on and on about how James was being a right bully.

“My sweet child, I’ve missed you!” She beamed down at him, and that longing Sirius sometimes felt for his own Mother’s approval, her devotion or fondness, it lessened.

“But you didn’t– He was just!-- You missed– arghh!” James groaned defeatedly, head flailed back to rest against the sofa, receiving no sympathies from his giggling wife and glaring Mother. “I’m starting to understand why she hates you.”

Sirius’ eyes flashed at that– did you really hate him? Had it gotten to that point?

At the mention of your name but current absence, Mrs Potter ordered, “Go call your sister for dinner, I’ve set the table.”

He began to protest, failing to come up with a half-decent reason why he can’t walk up the two flights of stairs and pull your petulant frame from your bed– but Sirius interrupted in time, before James could make any more of a fool himself in front of his own Mother. “I’ll go get her. Got to figure out what I did this time,” he offered coolly.

Euphemia, that is, Mrs Potter, had a strict no-apparting rule in her house, had lost too many expensive vases from James and Sirius’ apparition-sprees the second they’d turned seventeen. You already had your licence, having been of legal age for some time, and had, since graduating (top of the class, as you tended to point out, much to your Ravenclaw friends’ dismay) from Hogwarts, found a job at a school in the muggle world, teaching children English Literature in preparation of some exam. O Levels, you’d called them.

Sirius thought it to be some sort of torture device - these O Levels – but you’d smacked him across the head in admonishment with the book in your hand – you were always carrying one, though he designated them to be a weapon, at least when in your possession – before he could say much else. Having a family-run bookshop made it so that the books, or the weapons, really, were in endless supply for you, much to Sirius’ chagrin.

Your love for reading had come from him, your Father, from when he’d stay up till the late hours of the night, hushed whispers under your bed sheet so your Mother wouldn’t hear, as he read you the Classics in animated voices that had you completely enchanted. He made sparks fly from the tip of his wand, bright colours that your little eyes couldn’t quite get enough of.

You loved being a wizard, were eternally grateful for the world you lived in and the undeniable awe of it all. But words, books, literature – they were enough magic for you, took you to places you could only ever dream to visit, and had you feeling such all-consuming emotions that sometimes, you wondered if you’d ever make it to the end of the page, or chapter, or book.

“Oi– your Mum’s put out dinner, she’s calling you downstairs,” he called through the thick wood of your door.

Sirius didn’t know why he was nervous. It was you, the little girl he’d watched grow up and had grown up with. But if the short glance he’d gotten of your stomping person as you huffed up the stairs was any indicated, you were by no means little anymore.

Funny what a few years can do to a person, huh.

He nudged it open when you didn’t respond, only to find you slumped across your bed, glaring, silently, at the ceiling and the pale-orange light emanating from the lamp on your bedside table.

You certainly looked different– older, possibly? He couldn’t quite place what had changed, only that he knew something had. In the way you dressed, styled your hair, held yourself. Even the look of your room– no longer plastered in butterflies and pink roses, but instead painted a burnt umber and with tapestries and muggle band posters hanging across every wall. A stack of vinyls were shoved into one side of your room, along with piles and piles of books, some old and missing a few pages, while others were untouched.

You heard the door click open, sitting up on your elbows to see a smirking Sirius, oozing an annoying amount of confidence, and leaning against your doorframe.

Something in your chest stumbled almost immediately. He looked the same, behaved the same as well. Still the Sirius that had left to see the world, leaving the rest of you behind. Though, he might’ve managed to actually tan, now that you really looked at him, imagining the broad planes of his shoulders, hidden by a thin linen button up, were more sun-kissed than milky-pale now.

Except you refused to even entertain the thought. You were not thinking of him or his skin or his bare chest or--

“What’s with the face?” you asked, already knowing you’ll regret the answer.

“Was that meant to be a greeting?” His eyebrow raised in amusement.

“Hi Sirius-- what’s with the face?” you answered, again, between clenched teeth.

“Nice pair of panties you got on there, bright pink, are they?” he nodded at your thighs, only just clocking that maybe having your legs spread so far apart when you’re wearing a skirt wasn’t the best idea.

Your thighs snapped shut just as Sirius was snickering behind his fist. “So, dinner?” he asked again, stepping into your room and letting the door shut behind him.

“Go to hell.”

“See, that sounds a little inconvenient, and a lot hot– humidity isn’t great for the hair, or skin. Anyway, I’ve just been around the world and found no place called Hell so not sure what to say, little Potter.” You hadn’t missed his sarcastic rambles, even though you were already struggling to hide the smile taking over your face as you looked anywhere but at him. “I tried, I really did, just for you.”

Your stomach dipped at that, a wave pulling you under-- for you.

“Buuuut– you know what I absolutely adore? Your mother’s cooking, and I haven’t had it in a while, so up ya’ get,” he insisted, tugging you up by your forearms until you were pressed against his front, not a sliver of space between the two of you.

Your breath caught in your throat. You could feel him everywhere. Hot skin against your bare arms, the itchy wool of his jumper, if you concentrated a little more, the hard expanse of his chest against yours. He must have felt it too because he released you like you were fire and he a mere mortal, brows pinching in confusion and something else, looking at you like you were a question he couldn’t quite find the answer to.

It was entirely foreign, the heat gathering in the pit of your stomach– it surely hadn’t been there before he’d left. You looked, or gawked, more like, at the very man you detested with every ounce of your being, but also the very man you were about to spend almost every hour of every day, for the rest of the Summer, with.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, as if realising the same thing as you now that you were stood in front of him. Suddenly, he understood what the whole shouting match must have been about, and up until a few moments ago, he might have disagreed with you entirely.

Now, though? He wasn’t sure what he felt.

“Ditto,” you breathed back. You pushed past him after staring for a second too long, hurrying on socked feet to the dining room downstairs, and not bothering to check if he was following.

The quiet jingle of the bell tickled your ears as you opened the door to the bookshop, dust immediately invading your senses as you fought back a harsh cough. Your Dad pushed in front of you, forcing the door to stay open by propping a stack of intimidatingly large books in front of it. You laughed silently to yourself, noting how they were all Dickens (he hated Dickens, said his novels were disturbingly boring and unnecessarily detailed).

You could only agree, never having had the courage to pick up any of those enormous beasts yourself.

“So, you can dust a little, and sweep the floor, before we open. Count the money in the till, as well, that’s very important,” he noted off, and you suddenly wish you had a pen and a pad of paper to write it all down. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been helping out at the shop since when you were younger, but this was the first time you’d been granted the responsibility of having it all to yourself (minus the inconvenience that was Sirius Black).

You were an adult now (barely, but that was a technicality)– loved to point it out any chance you got, and it meant that your Dad trusted you enough to not hover over your shoulder every time you took a shift. He was working fewer hours, though now, none, as he wanted to finish the novel he’d been writing for the past decade after melodramatically announcing at the dinner table that “It’s time!”

You weren’t sure what that exactly meant, but you weren’t about to argue with the man paying you an overly generous ten pounds an hour.

You didn’t need the money for yourself, what with still living at your parent’s house, but you wanted to contribute to the house and expenses and what no, even if it was a minuscule sum.

“Another thing,” he added, stopping, rather abruptly, in front of you, voice worryingly grave as he placed his large palms over either of your shoulders. “Please,” he begged, brows dipping, “don’t fight with Sirius in front of the customers.”

“I haven’t even done anything and you’re already after me,” you objected, pulling back from his usually comforting hold and pulling the broom out from behind the counter. His hands fell defeatedly against his sides as he sighed, standing in your way before you could mope yourself into a tizzy before the work day had even started.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he ensured, pulling you in for a tight embrace. “You know you’re my number one, sweetheart. Just don’t like seeing you so upset.”

James always teased you for being your Father’s favourite, and you’d never argue, relishing in his pointed fingers and sneering words, because it was true– there was something between you and your Father, an understanding that no one else had clued in on. He eased your worries like no one else could, smoothed irked creases across your face, replacing them with belly-hurting laughter lines and a grin so wide, you were worried it would fall off your face.

Anyway, James was the same with your Mum. You found her difficult to communicate with, what with her being as hot-heated as you were, so as much as you and your Dad got along, you butted heads with your Mum just as much. “It’s ‘cause you two are so similar, like twins, I tell you!” But it did little to calm your nerves around her, or stoke the flames of anger you so often felt.

You were about to respond, ready to tell your Dad just how much you loved him, when someone crashed through the door, slamming into the counter you were standing behind. You turned, eyes connecting with your (late) colleague. He looked utterly windswept, as if he’d run – or been chased – the whole way there.

“You okay, son?” your Dad asked, worry shifting from you to the panting, bent-over Sirius.

“Me? Oh– peachy, just– peachy,” he answered between heavy breaths, waving off his doting hands. “Sorry I’m late, got a little carried away with something and lost track of time.”

You were conscious of how your Dad didn’t offer Sirius the same advice, to not pick a fight or argue or whatever it was the two of you did, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at how he had everyone charmed. So you busied yourself behind the till, doing as you were instructed and counting the money, writing down the number of each of the bills on a notepad you pulled from the drawer at your waist.

Your Dad left soon after, turning the closed sign out front to open as he wished you, and Sirius, good luck.

“Guess it’s just the two of us, little Potter,” Sirius pointed out, already sounding bored as he fell into a stool at your side. He leaned his head against his arm, stretching it from side to side as he groaned at his tense muscles.

You didn’t mean to stare, swore it wasn’t something you’d let become a habit, but your gaze immediately travelled to the exposed skin of his neck, zeroing in on the trail of newly-formed purple bruises down the side. You snorted, shaking your head at him, slamming the money compartment shut a little too aggressively so that it caught Sirius’ attention. He recognised your expression to be something close to amusement, jabbing you in your side until you were scowling and slapping his fingers away.

“What’s wrong with you– you’re acting like a fucking child,” you admonished, moving out of reach and resting a hand on your hip.

“Why’d you make that face?” he asked instead of answering your question, nodding at you like it was you who had started it.

“It’s nothing,” you went with, hearing your Father’s words echoing in your mind from just moments ago. You needed to diffuse the situation before you really got mad, because past that point, you weren’t responsible for what you said– or did.

So you ventured into the aisles of books, a curious Sirius on your heels, following you like a lost, yapping puppy. “If it’s nothing then why are you running away?” he pushed back.

You ignored him pointedly, stopping to stack a few books and dust along the shelves. No one had come in yet, still too early in the morning for any tourists to stumble upon your admittedly quaint but bursting shop.

The sunlight barely filtered past the dense collection of books and mahogany shelves that lined the walls, but the windows stretched to the tall ceilings, and if you went up the spiralling staircase at the centre of the store, you’d find yourself in a cosy loft space, bathed in gold and stuffed with arm chairs and sofas for people to sit and read in.

It was your favourite part of the store, and you were seriously debating hiding up there on your first day, just to get away from the walking-plague that followed you.

“Come on– tell me,” he whined, standing too close for your liking. You side-stepped away, brushing a cloth against the worn covers of the Mystery section. He followed suit, returning to his previous position, and this time, you had no way out with the wall of books you’d met.

You turned, facing him and finally acknowledged his presence. “You lied,” you stated matter-of-factly, loving that you actually had the upper-hand with him. As much as you prided yourself with being quick-witted, Sirius always seemed to find a way to stay on-top.

“Gonna have to give me something more than that, darling. Lied about what?” he countered, raising an eyebrow at you.

It took everything in you to ignore the pet name, something more endearing hidden under it that you had never noticed before, and those pesky butterflies returned to bug about in your gut.

Fucking moths, you groaned internally.

“You said you were busy and lost track of time. But those bites across your neck say otherwise,” you stared pointedly at the affected area now, though it was covered by his hair in this position. His hand flew to his neck, as if only just realising they were on display.

“That’s none of your business Potter,” he countered, now irritated and still trying to hide the hickies on his neck with only his palm.

“It actually is my business when you’re both late to your job and lying to my Father,” you threw back, shoving forward and relishing in his slight stumble back– as if he hadn’t yet noticed the two of you were so so close.

“You can’t–” his eyes were wide, worried, as he grabbed your elbow, forcing you to meet his gaze, “You can’t tell him. He’ll be so disappointed and I can’t–”

Now it was your turn to frown over the devastation so wrought over his face. And if you two were anyone else, you might’ve let it go. Might’ve–

“Well tough shit, Black. You’re an adult, now. This is the real world we’re talking about. Not whatever fantasy you’ve been away in for the past two years. And here, in the real world–” you gestured around yourself, “--actions have consequences. You slutting it up on the night before your first day at your new job isn’t much of an excuse, now is it?”

And really, you deserved it, now that you thought back. His anger was reasonable and your need to poke straight through his ribcage, wrap your fist around his heart and squeeze tight, was not.

“Oh, fuck you, Potter!” he bit out. “You’re accusing me of not acting like an adult when you literally still live at home! Not to mention you can’t have a decent conversation with anyone without throwing the most childish temper tantrum known to man. I might be slutting it up, as you’ve put it, but at least I’m getting some,” he was breathing hard now, and the more he spoke the more the anger burned away, but his words wouldn’t stop. In fact, you think you could see him cringe, in pain or guilt or some nervous tick, as he delivered the final blow.

“Maybe if you weren’t so miserable to be around all the time, someone might actually give it to you too.”

It didn’t take long for you to react. Nor did it take long for your hand to fly up and connect with his cheek, hard and final. He wasn’t even surprised, had seen it coming a mile way, maybe even from his first “fuck you”. Because he knew he deserved it and he remembered now why he had left two years ago. Sure, it wasn’t all you. There’d been others who had irked him to the point of wanting a fresh start. And even then, it wasn’t that you were one of those people– you just would get him so riled up, to the point where he could no longer trust the words coming out of his mouth.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered then, fighting the urge to look away from your glassy stare. “I’m sorry, Potter. You know I don’t mean it.”

And deep down inside, you did know. You knew you both brought out the worst in each other. Only, you could never figure out why that was. Why you wanted to hurl insults and slap him silly for every comment or look or stupid way he’d string together the most perfect sentence and his irritating eyes and mouth and–

“Excuse me? Is anyone here?”

You inhaled, all sudden, as if only just realising what you had done (or what you had thought). You brushed past him without a word, needing, more than ever, to put some space between the two of you. If not for your anger then for whatever pesky emotion was seeping through your cracks.

You were (reluctantly) pulled from wherever your thoughts had been racing to as you called into the store, “Just one moment!”

You didn’t see it, not then – too focused on keeping one foot in front of the other as you made your way back, escaping to the front of the shop, faking a polite smile as you greeted the awaiting customer– but Sirius collapsed, defeated, into the wall the moment you walked away.

Something was telling him that if he hadn’t just torn your heart to shreds with a string of insults then he might have done it some other way– some other way that might have left him in trouble with James, Lily and your parents for an entirely different set of reasons.

‘Cause Jesus Christ– he wanted to be the one to give you what you needed. Or rather, he needed to, desperately. And two years away hadn’t altered the line between the two of you from enemies to something more.

And Sirius truly debated if this was the moment for him to get back onto a train to anywhere you were not. It didn’t matter if he had no money or nowhere to be, but if it meant he could avoid killing you with words or kissing your face off– he couldn’t quite see a way out of his predicament.

James would kill him. As would your parents. And Lily– God, you prayed Lily never found out. She’d serve his head up on a platter and laugh while she did it. She was awfully protective of you, always on your side when you bickered with him. If anything, you loved her even more for it, having always noticed how you frowned a little deeper, detached a little more from yourself, whenever your parents favoured him in an argument.

“Sirius!” you shouted again, no longer faking your emotions but rather genuinely just exasperated by him once more.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” He managed to not get lost in the labyrinth of books, and found you by the travel section, chatting good-naturedly with a blonde in a tight dress.

“How can I help, doll?” he asked the blonde in question. His one tactic for almost every conundrum he’d ended up in was avoidance. And bloody hell was he good at it.

He smiled at her, the customer, doing little to hide his admiration for the legs she had on display. She flushed a pretty pink, averting her gaze, lip between her teeth. Bingo!

“Christ, you’re disgusting,” you muttered, mouth pouting and quiet enough that only he could hear.

“Only for you, sweetheart, only for you,” he bit back, not wanting the currently oblivious customer clue in on their conversation. “So, how can I help?”

“She needs that book–” you pointed to the top shelf, well out of reach. “--the green spine that says Amsterdam, but I can’t reach it and the step ladder is too heavy.”

“Alas! Only ever needed for my body, it seems,” he moaned with an irritating amount of flourish.

“Whatever it takes to get the book down– do what you must, Black.” You patted his chest reassuringly, taking your spot, once again, behind the cash register.

“So– planning a trip are you?” Sirius asked in between excessive displays of strength as he hauled the bulky ladder with a single hand. You glared at the girl as she swooned at him, wanting, rather unreasonably, for her to combust right where she stood.

But that was a ridiculous thought to begin with. You could barely stand to be even within a metre’s distance of the guy, let alone on the receiving end of his affections. You were tired, emotional and dehydrated. Must be. Though a glance at the clock had you realising it had barely been an hour since your day had started.

So, maybe just emotional and dehydrated.

“I’m going to get a coffee from across the street,” you announced, slugging your tote bag onto your shoulder as you walked past the preoccupied pair. Not waiting for a response, you stepped out into the early morning sun, frowning, for once, at the glare in your eyes and not the irritant you’d left behind.

It was easier to refer to him as something pesky, infectious, fungus-like even, rather than the only person who knew how to break your heart (and despite your somewhat impenetrable facade, you let him do just that every time).

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shigarakisslutbag · 5 months

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So I have shigaraki brainrot. So bad LOL. And I'm a huge fucking simp so I would like to say some things about my (our) mans. Before I do tho y'all should know that my therapist made my love for shigaraki so much worse because I very briefly talked about him while we were talking about coping mechanisms for PTSD flashbacks (long story LOL)

ANYWAYS-

I know he's just a character, but this is Tumblr and if I wanna babble about nonsense then I think this is the place.

I want to talk first about how it still rubs me the wrong way sometimes when people make fun of his skin and "crusty-ness". I think a lot of people forget he has a skin disorder (excoriation disorder). Before AFO his mom put (what looked like to me) prescribed ointment and medications for his itching.

I mention this because so many people act like he just... looks like that because of bad hygiene or something?? And it's not. He has a medical condition that he can't properly take care of because he doesn't *exactly* have the resources for that.

Speaking of hygiene, I see lots of people say that he probably smells (even in headcanons for fics), and while he probably doesn't have an entire hygeine routine, I'm sure he at least bathes because his hair is??? So fluffy?? LOL. Because I've had hair his length before (in the beginning of the manga/anime), and let me tell you, unless he's just that perfect (I mean he is, but not my point), he would have to wash at least semi frequently to keep his hair from getting oily and flat. And that man has FLUFF.

LIKE??!

AND??

His hair has a mind of it's own.

It does get flat/oily in later seasons, but he's outside a lot and most likely doesn't have anywhere to shower like he probably did in the beginning seasons.

My brother actually has issues with dry and itchy skin as well and one of the most common things he does to relieve the itch is to shower and moisturize, but no amount of proper hygiene is going to fix shigaraki's scarring.

I will admit I havent finished the recent seasons or am up to date with the manga, but I still stand by what I said. I feel like y'all are too harsh on this man's looks (especially before the "glow up"). Again, I know he's fictional, I just wanted to write about it because I'm bored and don't have much better to do lol. He's been my favorite character since highschool and I'm 21 now:'). I think I will defend him until I die tbh lol.

#stuff #my stuff #rants #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura x reader #shimura tenko #shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki x reader #tenkoshimura #tomurashigaraki #tenko shimura

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caramelcleopatraa · 3 months

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https://www.instagram.com/reel/C1PSt-Th4Zj/?igsh=MTdlMjRlYjZlMQ==

Saw this and I only thought about Roman.

Maybe you could write something about him marking the reader. It doesn't have to be smut.

Bringing you a requested and well awaited show from

Today's Performer : Roman Reigns

content : 18+, Roman Reigns x Reader, p in v, marking & hickies

x : hiii i'm back :( i've been busy with college stuff buuuut I have some stuff planed out for y'all <3. hope you guys like the new theme! bot proofread, excuse any mistakes.

Regularly on Sunday evenings, you wouldn't have anything occupying your time. Just sure, sound, and calming rest. Fortunately for you, that wasn't the case this time. You would be mad at him for interrupting your personal time, but how could you resist him? Which led you to the position you’re in right now, but you couldn't complain. Not when he was making you feel so good. The unholy sound Roman made while his length plunged into was anything but calming. Moans unconsciously exited your mouth as your face was pressed sideways against the pillows. Roman’s heavy breaths punctuated with every thrust, and his face was filled with pure bliss. He’ll never admit it, but you made him crazy. You had him addicted to you. He knows he’s stuck; but he doesn’t care, as long as it’s only him helping you unwind. Nobody else was allowed to have you, just him and only him.

His hand was pressed into your back and his other was securing your hip in place, giving you those amazing strokes. The strokes had you rolling your eyes and grabbing the sheets for dear life. You put your face completely into pillows, hiding your face and screams from him. He completely stops and lets go of your hips, letting them fall to the bed. His right hand that rested on your back was now planted on the bed. His left hand grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your hair so that your face was no longer hidden. You couldn’t respond before he continued to fuck you ruthlessly. He decorated your neck with soft kisses, giving you occasional bites between kisses. Your whines and babbles made him smirk. He was proud of the fact that he could make a mess out of you. To him, seeing you lose your mind was so rewarding. Your mind was straight mush. You weren't thinking about anything else but him and how he was making you feel.

You sat up on your elbows to prop yourself up so that you could get closer to him. His hand still pulled on your hair, but now you were looking up at him. You were damn near having an exorcism while he wore his sexy ass smirk. Just as you felt your high building up, he slowed down. You whined at his change in pace. It felt like he was dragging this on forever. He took his time with you, slow but deep. He watched your face contort as he teased you. He milked this moment out for as long as possible, pulling out completely and then shoving himself back into you at a brutally slow pace. His lips found their way to your shoulder, feathering soft kisses on your skin, followed by light bites. His tender and soft nature would soon fade, as he began to mark you. He gave you several hickeys from your shoulder up to your neck. “You’re mine, you hear me?” Hearing him talk like this was so sexy. His dominance, his show of strength, his voice. You never met someone that made you so excited off of such little actions. You were overwhelmed with pleasure as his hips sped up. “I don’t hear you,” He says, letting his left hand snake around your neck. His kisses to your fresh hickies made your head spin. You frantically nod your head, due to your inability to form a coherent sentence. He chuckles at your response as fucks you into the mattress, feeling you pussy clench around him. He could tell you were close. Your arms were sprawled out, attempting again to grab onto anything that could reach. You warned him that you were close, but he showed no sign of stopping. Stars clouded your vision and you came around his dick. The immense feeling of relief spreads through your body, from your head to your feet. He observed his work, and he had never felt more proud. His beauty, out of breath and tired but thoroughly satisfied, and marked from her neck to her shoulder. Thoroughly reminded that she belonged to him. Now, you were able to get that rest you were hoping for this evening.

Welcome to your new addiction

🏷️ tags : @harmshake @alichesmi @thesamoanqueen @alyyaanna @empressdede @badbitchcentralinc @christinabae @fame-ass-ers

#roman reigns #roman reigns x reader #carmenreigns #roman reigns smut #roman reigns x black reader #roman reigns x y/n #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns x chubby reader #roman reigns x you #joe anoa'i #[ ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚✧･ﾟ: * The Bankk ✧･ﾟ:* ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ ]

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please help my brain is filled with fuma . fuma this fuma that oh fuma has really nice thighs wow look at fumas arms yum . please spare lil ol me some fuma hard thoughts ty 😇🤲

︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑

First of alllll, the goddamn thighs. We know this mans trynna fully buff out his entire body - Mans a gym freak - but having a thicc thigh does becomes useful when you two would get lazy. He'd pull you onto his lap and tenses his thighs up while you grind across the veiny meaty surface. Will play with your clit while you get yourself off on him and he'll sometimes even pull out his phone to record your movements and use that later to masturbate to

He might unintentionally trap you under him whenever he pounds you from behind into the mattress. He just couldn't help but let his entire thought process and muscle tension fly away when he felt your melting walls. Not only does he hit deep but his pace is really really fast too. You'll feel like you're constantly being punched in your pussy by a fast-paced piston

Even before we go onto his dick, his fingers along are thick enough. Just the way only two of his digits would feel like having four normal human fingers in your pussy. And this mans has a habit to shove his slime-covered fingers into your ass when he pounds you too. Well hook two of his fingers in your virgin asshole and start to drag you up and down on his cock from the hook alone

When you make him jealous or mad, he'll instantly throw you straight at a wall, and in no time his hands will be around your tiny neck, squeezing shut and cutting off your air ways. Oh yea am i forgetting to mention that his huge monster cock is already in you by this time. Will lift you up off of the ground with his hand on his neck and then leave you hanging mid-air, back pinned to the wall, while the only conditions holding you up and halting you from falling straight to the floor; are his hands that are now choking your neck, and his cock that seems to be acting as a plug and a stand at the same time. Well make sure to leave a reddish-brown bruise around your neck from his extreme choking - "oh honey you got the most beautiful collar around your neck right now, you know that?" - an angry sarcastic underlying tone in his voice. And then he'll let go - oh - but only of the hands around your neck. Who said he'd put you down his cock? You're gonna stay plugged up for him for hours on end, hanging on his dick, breaking on it like a whore. He's an angel but he can be satan when you make him mad alright (Full version of this specific statement shall be coming out soon because gurl i think writing this just triggered something in me)

Hair pulling when he's pounding into you from the back 100% Sometimes he does get carried away a lot and might ended up being a little too rough considering his strength too and so y'all would set up a safe word, NOT FOR THE SEX. BUT FOR THE HAIR PULLING EXCLUSIVELY. LMFAO

Also one more thing, I could see Fuma as someone who would get so carried away when it comes to eating you out. Like he just gets soooo pussy drunk and he's so into it that he completely forgets about his entire surroundings and ended up going at it for hours on end. You can't even deny it because your hands and legs are all weighed down by his harsh grip and body weight. And your mouth practically doesn't work at this point because you're too high from the feeling and the several consecutive orgasms to the point that you're on the verge of passing out and is letting out soft incoherent babblings. The session might end with Fuma finally snapping out of it after his full-course-meal between your legs and realising you've passed out from the orgasms

LMFAO THAT'S ALL I'VE GOT FOR TODAY ANON! AND HERE'S AN EXTRA GIFT FOR YOU ↴

#&team #andteam #&team imagines #&team scenarios #&team x reader #&team hard hours #&team hard thoughts #&team smut #&team fuma #murata fuma #&team fuma smut

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thepaintedlady00 · 7 months

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Is this what I should be writing? No. Is it what my brain has become obsessed with? Yes. 😅😂 SO, my friend and I have been playing Baldur's Gate 3 and last week she just sent me a piece of fanart for Enver Gortash and a The Dark Urge Tav. She wrote me an essay about how a story about these two and their tragic pasts and sexy chemistry and eventual love affair and angst was just so perfect and blah blah blah. No big deal, right? WRONG! WRONG! Because now it's stuck in my head and I've been writing long ass blurbs for a fic that I did not have planned whilst I'm supposed to be writing like 2 other things right now! 🤣 Well, anyway, here this is because *looks at script my friend wrote out for me* "I'm the boss (writer) and I can do (write) whatever I want" 🧍‍♀️. Let me know if y'all enjoy this because boy oh boy do I have more (it's literally turning into ANOTHER 20 plus chapter series). Thanks for the brain rot you bitch (said lovingly), I hope you enjoy the tiny peek into the fic you want so badly!

The glinting steel reflected the vision of pale skin - skin I wanted nothing more than to slice open. The man made a slight, quiet noise. It wasn’t one I usually heard when about to take a life. Everyone else was always babbling, clearly terrified to die, but he seemed to be bored… annoyed. I admired the way the chilled, freshly sharpened blade kissed his neck so nicely before his hands finally stopped their intricate movements, and he slowly settled back against his chair. "We have to stop meeting like this."

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't slit your throat."

"It'd be such a waste of a pretty neck," he joked. I pulled the blade back more, nearly cutting the tender flesh he seemed so fond of. He made some noise of protest and quickly added, "As well as a waste of a powerful ally."

The laugh that bubbled out of my throat was unexpected. It'd been so long since I'd laughed. Surely he was joking. I kept the knife steady as I stepped out from behind the chair and truly examined him. He was fit enough, with strong arms and a well-toned physique with a power that surrounded him as well, but it was but a simmer... A meager fountain in some garden compared to the power I'd witnessed. He grinned beneath my gaze. "See something you like, assassin?"

"If you're so powerful, then why is it me that holds your life in my hands?" I asked, with an arched brow.

"It would be rude of me to interrupt. You are doing such a lovely job with all these vague threats."

"You'd risk your life on some self-imposed manners?"

He rolled his eyes. "You aren't going to kill me."

I grinned at his boldness. "No?" Pressing the dagger down I made sure to draw blood this time. The sight of it made my mouth go dry, anticipation humming through me. "You would make a pretty corpse."

"I've no doubts about that," he agreed with barely a flinch. "But, if you'd intended for me to die, I suspect I would have been dead weeks ago when you first paid me a visit."

His words - those cursed words he'd uttered the first time my blade touched his throat rang in my ears. "You're beautiful."

A chill, a fragment of a feeling, crawled up my spine, and the dark urge to bleed him dry went quiet. Slowly I withdrew my blade, leaning back to sit on his table, not caring if his papers smudged. "What do you want, slaver?"

The man's lips curled up into a snarl at the term, but he quickly tempered himself. "An alliance."

"And what exactly are we allying against?" I questioned with a hum. "We don't exactly run in the same circles."

"We are far more similar than you think, Bhaalspawn."

My blade twisted in between my fingers as I shoved forward and dug it into the back of the chair, just an inch shy of his face. Baring my teeth I let out a low growl. "Who told you what I am?"

The man smiled, not at all deterred by my blade nor my voice. "No one. I knew what you were the moment I saw you." He leaned forward, so close our noses nearly touched. "You'll want to keep that secret close though."

"Bold of you to threaten me,” I complimented with a slight raise of my brow.

"Oh, it's not a threat," he corrected. "Simply some advice from one worshiper to another."

"You worship Bhaal?"

"Gods no," he scoffed. "Murder doesn't exactly fit my particular skill set. Besides, these silks are far too fine a fabric to stain with all that blood. No, I prefer power... Status... Tyranny."

I rolled my eyes with a quiet scoff of my own. "A disciple of Bane then. How fitting for a cocksure man."

His head tilted slightly, eyes dragging down the length of me as I leaned back into the table. "I'm certain we'll have plenty of time to explore how cocksure I am whilst we work together."

"I haven't agreed to work with you yet."

"Yes you have," he replied, confident and unwavering. "You see the potential in such an alliance. Two dark gods are more powerful together than one alone. United we could do so much more."

With a quiet hum I regarded his words carefully. He held some semblance of truth in his statement. Bhaal was not as strong as he once was, his worship and power long declined. Uniting, even if just for a short time, with another Chosen could prove to be useful in achieving both our goals. There was something in me that stirred beneath the man's steady, unflinching gaze... Something warm and foreign. Once again his first words to me filled my mind. "You're beautiful."

Reaching forward I pulled my blade from the wood and pointed it at his neck again. "Get rid of the flyers or the next time we meet my blade will bury itself in your throat."

"Does that mean you accept?" He questioned with almost a giddy smirk.

"It means I'll consider it."

I wearily watched him rise to his feet, towering over me. "How shall I summon you again?"

My jaw clenched. "You do not summon me. If the Temple of Bhaal agrees to participate in this plot of yours I shall find you."

"And if not?"

"Then I will still find you, and I will kill you."

"Splendid," he mocked with a clever bow. "I, Enver Gortash, shall eagerly await your return."

"The flyers," I reminded, stepping around him to move back toward the window.

His boots scuffed against the floor, the boards creaking beneath his weight. "What shall I call you? Assassin? Or your moniker perhaps? What was it... The Dark Urge." The man, Gortash, made a displeased noise. "I'd much prefer your name if it's all the same to you."

I should have left - I had every intention just to leave, and yet my steps halted. The chilled breeze from the cracked window brought goosebumps to my arms, every hair rising on end from the cold or perhaps from the sudden and odd anticipation that filled me. I turned my head to the side, eyes slyly glancing at him as the soft whisper of the name... My name rolled off my tongue. "Remora."

Gortash smiled. It was different from the others... Softer... Genuine. The sight of it sent a sharp sensation through my chest before it vanished, and he teasingly bowed again. "I await your swift return, Remora."

Shaking off the weight of those unknown feelings I climbed through the window and leapt into the dark night. Loose shingles shifted beneath my light steps as I hurried across the rooftop. The wind stung my cheeks and threatened to pull my hood from my head as I slowed and looked back at the window. I could barely make out the shape of him standing there, looking out into the night as if he could still see me. A frustrated bubble of annoyance finally burst within me and made me want to groan as I quickly realized he was right.

I had already decided to join him.

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Hi, no one asked for this, but have some Nathan Bateman x Reader headcanons/ drabble ideas

A/n: Howdy, I know it's been a hot minute since I posted something of my own, but I've been a simp for this stupid-genius bastard for a while now, and here is just a dump of the thoughts that are bouncing around in my head about Bitchman himself :)

Fem!Reader x Nathan Bateman btw

Content warnings: Nathan for obvious canonical reasons, the good kush🍃, swearing (probably), suggestive material that is +18 (If I find a minor on my lawn I swear to all that's good that I will tell your parents/guardians that you're being inconsiderate of boundaries Ya lil gremlins), that's all I can think of for now, but let me know if I missed anything! <3

Pretty little homemaker Reader? Yeah. Pretty little homemaker Reader who got to happily retire once they married Nathan and be a domestic, feminine person without care? Even better!

Pregnant Reader where we learn about what it’s like to be expecting with him (spoiler: he is a pain in the ass up until you have to snap at him to be considerate to the person who will give him his child, then he surprisingly gets his head out of his ass to try and be better for you and y'all's child).

Reader and Nate have to go to a gala or some shit for the first time as an official couple then there’s a bunch of questions from the press and coworkers about y'all being together, and he is basically like "Honey, I own the planet, whatever you don't want public won't be public. it's that simple, now let me show you this ice sculpture that looks like a dick if you look at it right >:)"

Stoned Nathan and Reader. She does it for fun, he insists that he’s gonna be chill, but he is such a fuckin nerd that he babbles about how scientifically interesting weed is while Reader is just like “M’kay babe, keep talkin’, you’re cute like this iloveyou” and Nathan kinda just buffers for a minute before then is high as a kite when he realizes "oh fuck this woman makes me feel things and I'm too high to try and hide it iloveyoutoo"

Nathan getting genuinely confused when Reader treats Kyoko with basic dignity despite her being an AI, and Reader basically being horrified with how he treats her and actively goes out of her way to be nice to Kyoko. Does Nathan learn to be nicer to his AI? Does he still treat them like shit and it bites him in the ass? YOU DECIDE!

Bossy!Reader who is one of BlueBook's communications experts, and he can't wrap his head around the idea of Reader, the same lady who doesn't hesitate to call one of his ideas bad-shit crazy, being the same lady who easily schmooses his business partners for him until he sees her in action at a conference they both have to attend. Nathan then realizing that he likes his organic women to be a lil fiesty.

*forewarning that this one is a little self-indulgent:* Nathan and a Psychologist reader? I would pay Money to watch those two bicker about everything. like come on, Nathan's fuckin' nuts and Reader deals with emotionally/ mentally troubled people for a living. Just imagine BlueBook deciding to assign him a psychologist since he lives in the middle of nowhere all the time, and Reader taking one look at him and being like "Oh, he's not just a narcissistic rich man, he's a narcissistic rich man with a literal god complex.... interesting :)))" then proceeding to actually help him regardless. Bbgorl wouldn't know what hit him.

That's all for now folks, as you were 😊

....psst, hey, if anyone is interested in reading something with any of these ideas I would happily see what I can do to make a lil somethin'-somethin'. Also, if you wanna take a stab at writing any of these, all I ask is that you tag me so I can get some credit and so I can see y'all's awesome work <3

#Seriously though I'm REALLY considering making the last one #even though I want to do all of them #but that one would itch my brain right #nathan bateman #nathan bateman x reader #ex machina #my stuff

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that-gay-guy-from-hell · 6 months

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Hey guys! I'd like to post a little something since I haven't been active here in a hot minute. A ton of shit hit the fan all at once in my life so I haven't been able to respond to anyone who's DM'd me or had time to post anything (hopefully, if things aren't all fucked up tomorrow, I should have a Living Tombstone/Tombsona related thing posted!). It will still be a few days before respond to DMs; just too burnt out rn to respond--sorry y'all. Also, past the line is more specific breakdowns of my WIPs and current plans/projects for stuff.

DMC STUFF: I have a Vergil one that's in the works (and was requested back in March but we are going to ignore that---). It is like 99% smut lmao As of right now, I have around four or five "rounds" planned--three of which are finished and the fourth is what I'm writing currently. Wanted to have this done a while ago but just haven't been into it, ya know? Plus I wanted to do a Halloween-based fic but because of everything that happened--and is still happening, given it is winding down now and hopefully stays that way--I wasn't even into the holiday for like decorating or dressing up. Come to think of it, I think this is the first of my 21 years that I haven't worn a costume of any sort... Huh weird.

TLT STUFF: I have a few things in the works but nothing is super far along (except for the Halloween stuff; which is what I do every year (if you know, you know lmao)). I also have a few shit-post-esc memes in the works; one large dump (the largest I've ever done) and two separate files. I'm also redrawing/redoing my "What Was It Like?" comic--because I really dislike how the original looks. ALSO, I AM GOING TO MAKE A POST AT SOME POINT BABBLING ABOUT THE FUCKIN CONCERT BECAUSE LIKE--- I AM SO ENVIOUS OF EVERYONE WHO WENT AND THE PERSON WHO GOT DOC'S DRUMSTICK--- (don't get me wrong; I am also very happy for those who went! And for the person who got the drumstick!) I WANT TO EAT THEIR COSTUMES--- THEY LOOK SO FUCKIN GOOD-- (I am very passionate about this if you can't tell lmao)

POWER RANGER STUFF: I have a few one-shots in the works; nothing too far along. Same thing with some original works. Also, I will be making a post about how to not make a request/talk to a writer on AO3 because I have someone in my one-shot comments who was just not understanding me smh.

#Update #just wanted to keep y'all posted lol

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pudding-parade · 1 year

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Music Meme

I was tagged by @celebkiriedhel, sooooo.....

🎶✨ when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, and publish. then, send this ask/tag 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)✨🎶

I've been in a bit of an…eclectic…phase lately, so here's some stuff that's gotten a lot of "airplay" in my house lately. I'm cutting it because I babbled, but before I do that I'll tag: @anamoon63, @enable--llamas, @hazely-sims, @batsheba, @lilleputtu, @echoweaver, @nectar-cellar, @erasabledinosaur, and whoever else might want to do this. Of course, feel free to ignore for any reason. No pressure at all from me!

OK, here we go...

The Gladiator score. The whole thing. I so wish I had played on this one, because it's awesome. Plus, I love Lisa Gerrard. But, on the other hand, I can totally understand why Gustav Holst's estate sued Hans Zimmer's ass because that battle theme sounds an awful lot like Mars, Bringer of War from the Planets Suite. Maybe it was intentional, what with the movie being set in Roman times and Mars being the Roman god of war, but if so you'd think they could have gotten some permission. Apparently not!

Prem Kavita/Wings of the Dawn - Monsoon This is Indipop from the early 80s. No, that isn't indie pop. It's a fusion of Indian music with Western pop. Monsoon sort of pioneered it, and it never really caught on, but as I understand it, it's rising in popularity again. And I love it. Y'all can have your J-pop and K-pop. Gimme all the Indipop. I linked to the Hindi version of the song because I like it better, but there's an English version, too.

Also, I love Sheila Chandra, Monsoon's singer, as a solo artist. It's just a tragedy that she has burning mouth syndrome and is now basically mute. :( Also also, I would love to learn to play the sitar.

Cafe de Anatolia Keeping with a world music theme… This is a 24/7 YouTube stream from a small record label based in Turkey that specializes in a fusion of ethnic music (mostly Middle Eastern and south Asian) with house music, two things that I love. The music is at once meditative and something that you can dance to. I do belly dancing for exercise (it's amazing for your core), and this stream or something else on the same channel is great music for practicing.

Ojos Asi - Shakira Speaking of belly dancing…Ah, Shakira. This is a long remix of my favorite song of hers. Great for belly dancing.

And finally, for something completely different...

One - Apocalyptica Who needs electric guitars to play Metallica songs when you have four Finns from the Sibelius Academy with cellos? I challenge you to tell the difference from about 3:30 to the end. (Also, I have very fond memories of an impromptu jam during a looooooooooooooooong recording session for the first Transformers movie, when we were waiting eternally for Michael Bay reasons, and one of the cellists just started playing the opening pizzicato arpeggios for Apocalyptica's version of "Nothing Else Matters," and the rest of us just started playing the rest. Then the brass players joined in. Good times.)

#non sims #memes memes glorious memes

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ikatsfromspace · 1 year

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So I usually use the Tumblr app on my phone right? And I added the quick queue labs thing cuz I wanted to queue more posts and stuff, but now I'm trying to find the sweet spot where my queue isn't like 900 posts long and growing, but I'm also not posting 3000 times a day. And like. I'm thinking I should stop queueing things. Just go for it. Like the only posts i should queue are like scheduled posts. Like for the ides of march or like holidays like "taxes are due get your shit together" day. If people have opinions about my posting habits please tell me I never post anything on this app organically.

Or just say hi. I like a lot of y'all's posts and I'm too shy to initiate conversations on the internet. Like I'm in a Destiny server on discord and it took me like almost a year of being in there to feel comfortable posting literally anything (did y'all know i play destiny? It's not really one of my fandoms but i like the shooty space magic game). There was a time once in college where I was gonna post my swimming logs and that ended when I stopped swimming like the day after (did y'all know i like swimming? I fuckin love swimming it brings me great joy but i don't have access to a pool or the executive function required to drag my ass to the gym and swim there. Like i never know what to do because what i want to do is practice being a rock at the bottom of the pool (which is harder than it sounds for buoyancy reasons) but both lifeguards and lap swimmers don't like when you do that) and like I want to pick it up again but I feel like I can't do it (or most things tbh) by myself.

If it's not obvious i have like at least 80 HDs (ba dum tschhhhhh I'm not funny but that's my favorite ADHD joke) and like idfk i want more internet friends so I'm making one singular post because i make an effort to have an internet presence like twice a decade (Jesus Christ that makes me sound old but like ITS TRUE I DONT TRY THAT OFTEN AND THE LAST TIME WAS LIKE 5 YEARS AGO) but like anyway idk what y'all call me (my usual online nickname is "shoosh" or "shooshie" cuz Tumblr is the only place where I'm not Shushikat cuz I made this Tumblr back in high school before I had an established online identity) but anyway all this to say hi I want more online friends. If you want to be friends with me, please send me a message or something. I may or may not throw a captcha at you just cuz bots but like i promise I'm friendly.

God this post is so fucking long no-ones gonna read this far. What the hell am I talking about this is Tumblr I've read posts longer than this? Anyway how does one end a babble?

#personal post #i want more friends

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heartcal · 1 year

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update 03.11.23 🕯

hey all,

i know i've been radio silent and i've fallen short on promises and whatnot, and i apologize for that.

heading into the new year, i wanted to ease my social media use for my own mental health. i've already limited my use on various sites and apps, some of which i've grown out of, and tumblr has been one of them.

since doing that, i've felt better about myself, and while not using tumblr (both this blog and my main) has been beneficial for me bettering my mental health, it has stayed in the back of my mind that i should've been updating more on this blog and at the very least try finishing the rejected series rewrite.

however, forcing myself to enter a state of mind to write when i cannot find the motivation or energy to do so makes my writing lackluster and, for better terms, terrible. i don't want to post something and constantly feel bad about it (i know i'll say something along the lines of me not being proud of a certain piece, or it's not my best, but oddly enough these do not count).

so with that being said, while i am still taking a step back from social media, i am NOT going to stop posting to this blog. it will be a few more weeks, at the very least, until the next part/preview of the next part comes out, but the series is not over nor is this blog going to end. :^)

while i do not have a set date for it, just know it is being worked on and edited, and should hopefully be up soon!

(rant under the cut -- if you don't want to read, you don't have to! if that's the case, i'll see y'all soon! ❤)

now, just going to put this here because it is alarming, the past few weeks have been draining for anyone on social media with a lot of negativity and people being bold and rude behind a keyboard. celebrities have essentially been forced off some social medias because people think they can talk as much shit as they want. that's absolutely abhorrent in my opinion. that's one of the reasons why i stepped back and limited my use.

i'm bringing this up in regards to a lot of hate both celebrities and non-celebrities have been getting over the years as social media has gotten popular to the point where people are just saying some of the most heinous things and posting whatever they feel with no regard to the person they're posting about. this could be someone at the gym, someone on the street, in a store, at school -- wherever. people have gotten way too comfortable posting whatever they want for clout and likes and it's at a point where it's dangerous.

do what you want online (as long as it's safe and doesn't endanger others), but for goodness sake be fucking kind and think about what you are about to post before doing so.

sorry for this rant but the constant hate trains online and major companies picking sides is genuinely sickening at this point.

anyway, if you read all this, thank you for listening to me babble and letting my silly brain talk <3 i'll be back soon!

#update 031123 #dont mean to preach btw lmao #it just feels nice to not have to worry about updating my socials anymore (or the majority at least)#thank you for listening to my silly thoughts <3 #also it's alarming how much of the younger generation sees these hate trains and thinks it's normal bc it is not #okay im done bye thank you <3

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honey-tea-and-cookies · 2 years

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Omggg ur amazing your cap Venus post is 🔥🔥🔥 beautiful! I want to ask, what would he like the obvious and more subtle signs that a cap Venus likes u? Can u go into details 😍

Also bonus question if you feel like answering this as well ( but no pressure honey) how would cap venuses feel about someone fiery?

Awww thank you very much! Some of this is just reiterating or providing more detail on what I said in the other post, but I did add some more don't worry. Yes I can absolutely answer these questions :)

Signs A Capricorn Venus Likes You

- They make fun of you. I DO NOT CONDONE BULLYING, and I don't mean being outright nasty. I just mean things like affectionately calling you an idiot if you trip over, or sarcastically saying "good on ya" if your food spills onto your shirt. Light teasing for little things that don't matter and won't upset you, ya know? If they do manage to upset you thought they would PROFUSELY apologise. Very respectful :)

- If you guys aren't good friends before they catch feelings, then more than likely they will not talk to you. Simply because you make them nervous and they really don't want to say something wrong. If you talk to them, they will definitely become super flustered. It would be cute, if not for the fact that you can't understand a single thing they are saying. They will eventually manage to stutter out a few words, but it will not come off as they want it to. For example, once a guy I liked asked me if I agreed with him on a topic he knew I was very passionate about. My reaction was so blush horrendously and spend about 30 seconds trying to say yes, and the actual sentence that came out was "Yeah, um. Yes you're right. You're amazing you always know what you're talking about". I've never wanted the ground to swallow me up more. Cap Venus's HATE when stuff like this happens, because they want you to think of them as smart and whatnot. Looking like a babbling idiot does NOT show you the side of them they want you to see.

- Always jump at the chance to help you out. You need a pen? Here's mine, keep it! You don't know what to write for that last paragraph? Here is my essay and I'll walk you through my exact thought process so you can change it to suit you. Anything you need, they will do it. Even if it conveniences them, or makes life harder for them. They would rather lose a couple hours of sleep than have you believe they are unreliable or untrustworthy.

- They start asking you about your future plans. Where do you see yourself in 10 years? Do you want children? If so, when? How many? It seems like they are interviewing you, and they don't mean to! They just want a firm grasp on where you are in life, and if your lifestyles work well if they were to pursue you. Cap Venus doesn't half-ass relationships. If they make the commitment to be in a relationship with you, that is a partnership. They want to know if it'll work if y'all were to get serious.

- They start including you in their future plans. If they're going on a trip and plan for you to come too. If they are graduating soon, and plan for you to be there. Smaller things too, like planning what to make for dinner and they buy stuff to make YOUR favourite. They see you as a part of their life and their future, so you need to be included in the plans!

- They take care of things for you. Maybe they'll water your plants, or buy you milk when you run out, or bring in your mail or do your dishes. Little things to make your life easier. They just want to see you happy and relaxed! Safety, trust and security is most important to them. For them, doing these little things for you is how they show you can rely on them and trust them.

- They buy you lil things! Obviously this only works if they have the money and means to do so. If there's a new book you've really wanted and they see it while they're out, they'll buy it for you. If you are out together and you want a smoothie, they'll buy one for you. They'll go clothes shopping with you. All little stuff like that! Probably won't be big things because these guys are not about big romantic gestures, but (as I said before) they'll do little things to make your life easier and better.

- They share their music taste with you. Idk but it's a big thing I've noticed with Cap Venus?? They are generally insecure or particular with music and are oddly defensive about it. They are embarrassed about it really easy lol, they're so scared of getting judged about it?? So if they show you their playlists or their Spotify Wrapped or whatever, FEEL VERY LUCKY. If they make you a playlist, idk what to tell you man. You've won!

- They let you look after them. Cap Venus takes care of everyone, all the time. They deserve a break tbh. They never let anyone do anything for them, both because they are too nice but also it makes them uncomfortable. They need to feel put together and in control, and if you're looking after them, how can they can be?? I assure you Cap Venus, you are still strong and in control and valuable if you accept help or care. Even if their mindset isn't true, and it IS okay to accept love and help, they often really struggle to do that. They see it as weakness. So if a Cap Venus allows you to care and look after them, they trust you entirely. If a Cap Venus lets you hold them as they cry, and let's you take care of them and be tender with them, they ARE in love with you. Trust me friend, you are their no.1 person :)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Now, for the second question:

Does Capricorn Venus Like Fiery People?

Well I think it depends on the rest of their placements. However, long story short, yes! It's like the whole 'opposites attract' thing. They don't like fire because they can typically be quite 'go with the flow' and 'unpredictable'. These are all traits that Capricorn (Venus or otherwise) HATE. They do admire fire for their hard work, loyalty, and tenacity though. Fire placements like Leo would be best, because they are not as 'scary' for Capricorn as the others, but they still have the spirit that Cap admires so much. Personally, as a Capricorn Venus, I really like fiery people. They are funny and force me to relax. They are so loving and reassure me of myself like no other. I also love that I can help them with the things in life they might struggle with or find 'boring'. Cap Venus and fiery people are generally good at different things, so as long as they are similar in other ways that matter, they can go together very well :)

Thank you so much for sending this in! I hope this answered your questions. I hope everyone reading this has a wonderful day. Sending you all lots of love <33

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