#INSTANT HEARTBURN GOODNESS ME

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Synopsis: The first time Toji Says 'ily'(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Pairing: Toji x GN!Reader Content; smut nd Fluff, penetrative sex, soft!toji propaganda

MDNI

Toji was never a man who expressed his true feelings with words. Often trying to keep a stoic, unamused face whenever you’d talk to him. 

But when you stumble over your words- following them with a shy giggle. It always made the corner of Toji’s lip curl up in a small smile. 

Preferring to show his feelings in his actions rather than words.

At night when he would place his head on your chest- holding you close subconsciously.

Even with a firm spank on your ass with a small grunt- his way of telling you how good you looked.

Leading to you being the one who first said, ‘I love you.’ You had a suspicion he wouldn’t say the words back. Even if they were just words.

But he saw that you loved him long before you said them. How you’d hold his calloused hands in yours, gently kissing the rough tips of his fingers to show him that it was fine that they were rough. 

How insistent you were when kissing him—always making sure to kiss the little scar on his lip first. This was a small act Toji never knew he needed until you did it—“Reminds me that you’re strong,” you explained. 

He tried not to let it affect him, being so used to being treated rough and well set enough to not to be held with caution. But you always touched him like he was delicate—even if he wasn’t. 

Your hands hardly took on an aggressive grasp with him- always gently caressing his skin with your fingertips. 

That was part of why he fought with the infiltrating thoughts in his mind- how kind you could be to him.  

And Toji was never the kind to lie, especially about such a serious topic. So, instead of lying, he didn’t say them. 

Instead of saying those three words back to you, he would only offer a hum in return. Knowing if he said anything like ‘okay’ or ‘thanks,’ it would sound smug and heartless. 

Toji was aware he liked you—perhaps a smidge more than like—but he had just come to terms with saying he liked you. 

There were times when he would look at you and feel a slight tinge in his chest- almost like a shock of pain, but it was gone in an instant. 

He was aware of the feeling and what it meant, but he refused to even think about it, chalking it up to heartburn or a heart palpitation.

The revelation only snapped in his mind one late evening. 

Tired, hazy eyes looking at your face- one knee hooked on his forearm with your back flush against the bed. 

Kept a slow slopping pace with his hips- watching your expression churn with every deep roll of his hips he did. His mind was blank and focused on finishing so he could go to sleep. 

Heavily breathing and looking at your body- feeling his cheeks tingle knowing you were all his. That no one would ever be graced with seeing you this way. 

Throwing his head back, straightening his back, and closing his eyes. Warmth shivering down his spine as his lips moved without permission. 

‘I love you.’ he whispered. That’s all it took to start spilling himself inside of you with a breathy grunt. 

When the words registered in his mind, he snapped his head down to look at you- to see if you had heard him.

Only you were caught up in your own orgasm to hear his illegible confession. 

That night, Toji stayed up, thinking about whether he really meant the words he said or if they were just words.

Looking at you for a few seconds every time he heard you take a deep breath in your sleep. Pinched eyebrows in worry as he thought of the words he said. 

Pondering if he really loved you- 

The relationship started as just a one-night stand, not expecting to see you ever again. But out of the many- you were the only one who stuck around after. 

The one who managed to make him break his unamused farce- and actually managed to make him crack a small chuckle. 

No label was placed on what you had- Toji just knew you had come to love him. Scars, baggage, rough spots, and all. And Toji knew the possibility of loving you was very real. And scared for it to be.  

After that, he looked at you with a bordering on mortified expression- anytime you’d ask him something, fearing you were just cruel enough to pretend you didn’t hear him and tease him for it later. 

But you didn’t—you pretended not to notice that Toji looked at you differently now. He no longer saw a person he kind of liked. Toji looked at you with terrified eyes now, knowing he didn’t just kind of like you. He loved you. 

What Toji didn’t know was that you did hear his small proclamation. But knowing how standoffish he was when it came to feelings, you chose not to acknowledge it until he had the guts to repeat it. 

You could see how much it had plagued him thinking about it. 

Mornings where you’d leave for work and kiss him goodbye, “Love you-” you’d grin before leaving. Watching his lips part to say it back with tense shoulders. But he never said it- too afraid it would come out shy and embarrassed. 

One thing Toji did not want- is for you to look at him as shy or embarrassed. 

But on one night- making dinner and thralling your hands onto his shoulders. Looking up at him- sick and tired of him holding back his feelings.

Toji’s hands instinctively landed on your hips- looking at you with a raised brow. 

“You like me?” You murmured, caressing his nape with your thumb ever so slightly. 

He pouted his lip, trying to fight off the warmth rising to his cheeks. “I already told you I did,” he scoffed, watching your smile show your intentions. 

“How much though?” you pressed, eyes low and with a goal in mind. 

Toji rolled his eyes, giving you a light squeeze on your ass mindlessly- thinking it over. 

“Do you like me the way you like…” thinking of a non-filthy thing to say- “Gambling?” 

Toji scoffed- “Meh, you’re alright.” you parted your lips at his refusal to answer. Even more so because he said you were just ‘alright.’ 

You decided to abandon the topic for now, knowing that if you pressed even harder, he would keep making little sarcastic comments like that. 

Later that night, you were watching a show, sitting on the couch with Toji’s head on your lap. Playing with his hair with one hand and the other on his chest as you focused on the TV show. 

You were unaware of his eyes looking up at you- ignoring the action noises from the TV as you scoffed. 

Sucking your teeth before, “So fuckin’ stupid!” looking down at Toji, bewilderment in your expression. “They’re running this show into the ground.” you looked down at his face. Noticing his brow was unfurrowed, and his lips parted. 

Squinting your eyes with a feigned severity, “...What?” you mumbled, looking at his soft expression. Halting your hand movements.

Inhaling softly with gentle eyes, “I love you.” he murmured. A tone so soft you don’t think you had ever heard it from him. Widening his eyes when he realized what he had said. 

It felt as though the world went silent after you heard those words- looking into his eyes and feeling his heart beat quicker against your hand. 

“I love you too.” you whispered, cheeks warm and eyebrows pinched.

Though you wanted to jump up and down in happiness- ecstatic Toji was finally coming to terms with his feelings. 

All you did was press a kiss down to his lips- some assurance that you wouldn’t tease him for it. 

Leaning back up and continuing the soft movement with your hand, you looked back up at the TV, not even bothering to try to focus on what was happening. Too giddy from Toji’s confession.

Those words started being spoken more and more often now-

The goodbyes you’d bid Toji in the mornings before work, “Love you.” you’d mutter, pressing a kiss to his cheek and hearing a quiet-

“Love you.” he whispered back into the air in a gruff tone. 

Mornings sitting across from him, drinking coffee and basking in each other’s presence. 

Looking up from your phone and admiring his expression- “I love you.” you muttered. Watching Toji’s eyebrows furrow and look at you bewildered. 

He looked back down at his coffee cup. “Love you,” he muttered with a pouty lip.

And at night- His arms holding your knees wide. Deep thrusts paired with an occasional grunt in your ear. 

Your hands gripping his shoulders and biceps- moaning his name as his heavy breathing warmed your ear. 

“I love you.” he groaned against your cartilage- his thrusts were firmer and full of passion. Whimpering in response as he rode into an orgasm. 

And every deep roll of his hips- whispering the words repeatedly. One after the other in tandem with every loving thrust.

“I love you.” 

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(a.n) got cavities from writing this

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[osmiumamygdala]

Negative comic rant ahead.

Article that gives you instant heartburn (I've supplied the link in case anyone wants to see it firsthand, but I've summarized it as well):

And usually I wouldn't post anything about articles like this because it has its fair share of typos and is lacking sorely in context BUT it is posted on the official Marvel website which is Worrisome

Like

Colossus was forced to kill in self-defense. And he was ANGRY while he did it! Oh no! Gasp! I'm scandalized! He should have made the Good Boy choice of dying and letting everyone die, obviously! /s. Also... you skipped Proteus. He also did this to Proteus, remember?

Ah, right. Colossus joining Magneto. Which was super shocking, but... he didn't... actually do much of anything during this time other than stand around, talk beliefs, and take care of Magneto. I mean yeah his inaction in the face of crime IS grey. Also, his sister just died and he didn't get to be beside her. His brother just "committed suicide" again, and his mom and dad just died. I... kinda don't care that he chose to join Magneto at this time. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Good for him, in fact.

WHY ARE WE ACTING LIKE AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE/DYSTOPIAN FUTURE MEANS ANYTHING CONCRETE FOR CURRENT MAINLINE COLOSSUS, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

Yeah, no excuse for this one. This decision wasn't even "morally grey" it was straight fucked up. Though Warren Ellis is on record saying that he did this specifically to character assassinate Colossus because he hated him, he regrets it deeply and wouldn't do it again given the chance.

He was manipulated and being controlled. Next.

Manipulated and being controlled. There was a whole follow-up comic where Storm goes after the Pheonix 5, and she states that he's a victim in the whole thing and apologizes to him. You might as well throw the Proletarian scene in while we're at it! Next.

Manipulated and controlled! 3rd in a row! Wow!

So, to recap; we have 2 responses to extreme grief, one case of actual character bastardization, an ALTERNATE TIMELINE, and 3 cases where he is NOT IN CONTROL OF HIMSELF. By DEFINITION, MORE THAN HALF OF THOSE ARE NOT "CHOICES" THAT COLOSSUS HAS MADE. I don't care if people hate the character or want to talk about him being morally grey, I just wish it could be accurate, consistent, and fair.

Why am I posting about this? Because Colossus is not a hugely popular character, and here's Marvel outlining his "crimes" out of the blue. And I am CONCERNED

BECAUSE

The senior X-Men editor, JDW, hates Colossus with a passion and holds a grudge against the character. Multiple Marvel creatives have talked about pitching a Colossus story and being shot down. Look, I don't want to accuse JDW of anything or implicate that he would let a silly grudge against a fictional character get in the way of Story but... this is Marvel, and I have seen worse.

I also don't want to believe that Percy is going to nosedive into strictly villainizing Colossus. He promised at the beginning of all of this that Colossus fans would like this story and that it would he his Biggest Story yet. So far, Percy has done nothing to back up those claims. I still want to have faith, even though it appears there might only be 6 issues remaining in the series (not really a whole ton of time for a satisfying conclusion, wouldn't you say?) And being as we are still seeing Wolverine grappling with the whole Being Beast's Man-Slave/Attack Dog thing, and Wolverine isn't being villainized for it... it would be a double standard to not follow a similar structure for Colossus, don't you think? Wolverine gets controlled and does horrible things, and we can agree he's not at fault, but the same thing happens to Colossus, and it's different somehow...? Yeah, I don't buy it.

The trend this article sets is concerning to me. I hope this isn't a thing where Marvel is preparing us for Villain Colossus, primarily because the way it's set up reeks of victim blame. We SEE that Colossus is struggling, fighting, and screaming in his mind because he doesn't want to be doing what he's doing. His body, autonomy, and freedom have been stripped from him. He is a PAWN. This is not a conscious decision he is making! So unless they can develop a good reason for that character direction, I don't want it! Really hoping this all turns out to be a rug-pull!

Like... as it stands now, Colossus has ample reason in my book to go full villain. The lack of care he has received in and out of universe is frankly disgusting. Nobody in his life has paid any attention to him for literal years! There were so many red flags that got sped past. He is living in a nightmare where his "friends" either aren't there for him or shrug off his concerning behavior. The friends he left his family for. The family that got torn apart and slaughtered in his absence. And this is a PATTERN for him, which we can actually SEE illustrated in the examples the article gave!

I love Heroic Colossus. That's what drew me to him in the first place! I would love it if he could come out of all of this swinging with his head held high! I want him to prove everybody wrong, to work through his trauma, be genuinely himself, and to finally make some PEACE about his place in the world. But if Colossus is gonna go full villain, I do NOT want it to be half-assed. It needs to be BIG. I want to see his justified RAGE. I want to see all the pain and grief he's bottled up just EXPLODE out. I want him to stop holding back and pulling his punches. No more "morally grey," no toeing the line, FULL SEND IT. To pitch it-- He joined the X-Men for family. The X-Men then BECAME the only family he had. Now, even THAT'S gone!

#character discussion #negative #rant #I almost hesitate to character tag this because of how negative it comes across #colossus #piotr rasputin #honestly I cut this short kfkdjd #i still have SO many thoughts #don't get me started on how I feel with the direction chosen for him and his sister right now because #i will NOT be able to shut up #listen I'm called OsmiumAmygdala for a reason and it is The Anxiety and Overthinking #one comfort here is all engagement I've seen with this article calls it Stupid and CBR-like #yessss get its ass

[stardustedknuckles]

Saw an easy no bake recipe for pumpkin spice dip and it required cool whip but I said nah, that shit gives me instant heartburn so what I ACTUALLY ended up making was just straight up pumpkin pie filling in pudding form and I cannot control myself, holy shit. This is. So good. Fuck.

#Literally just dump a can of pumpkin in a bowl with powdered vanilla pudding and add the spice #I am losing my mind #Why would you get pumpkin spice flavored stuff that contains no pumpkin #When you could directly eat pumpkin and get some fiber with your sugar #Jesus this is so good #Make sure it's pumpkin puree so it's liquid

[canisonicscrewyou]

hi !! i got this idea from some of my other mutuals (evildead and ratoffstring and sharktoothedfae) can you tell me about some things you enjoy ? please and thank you !! :3

!!!!! oh boy I just took a big hit off my pen let’s seeeee

I. Love. Making. Little. Drinks. I love the rituals and craft of coffee and tea and cocktails. I love it at my job, and nowadays the only thing I really dislike about being a manager is that it means I can’t bar as often as I’d like. I love it at home where I brew myself & my partner & our roommate coffee with my French press on our days off. I have strong opinions on coffee roasts and types of tea and gin. I love light roasts and used to especially lean towards light roasts so acidic that they’d curdle milk/nondairy/etc. I prefer something that’s less heartburn inducing for my regular nowadays(Starbucks Green Apron & Anniversary Blends my beloved)(Atomic Coffee Cabot Street my beloved)(Trade Coffee in general my beloved). Likewise, I also really like shitty cumbies gas station coffee, and instant coffee, and Arizona iced teas and what have you. I do NOT like energy drinks because most of them are carbonated(yucky)(aside from when it’s alcohol that’s carbonated for some reason?). But I do like Monster’s Lemon or Raspberry Iced Tea if I ever need one. I’m just a beverage opinions girlie.

On a similar note I also really love herbs and other botanicals !! I have a little “apothecary” near my altars and also a big tea/coffee/herbs cart in the kitchen lol, and used to dabble in making different cordials and tinctures and stuff- and I wanna start doing more of that again soon. But I also just like rose and mugwort teas now. I’m in the process of setting up an old snake tank as a little herb garden and I’m excited!!! :3 My mom and I had an herb garden & a vegetable garden (+ the home to one fuckass big blackberry bramble) when I lived with my parents so I’m sosososo excited to make a little one againnnn.

I love cooking dinner and more specifically I love cooking dinner for @demonicomens . I love cooking them good food & experimenting w stuff I think they will like. I also like introducing them to the concept of a sunbutter & jam sandwich(and the next time we get bananas I have promised a sunbutter and banana sandie). I like peeling oranges for them and cutting strawberries into hearts for them. Now I’m just thinking about how much I lovelovelove cooking & baking for other people.

I have lost the energy to ramble. I love decorating my spaces. Here was my living room at some point, I wanna take newer pictures when I put more stuff on the walls (as usual)

Finally that gay bitch the Master (Rory!Master AU my beloved).

Thank youuuuuu

#oops I talked A Lot

[drvitaltips]

Can You Eat Mint Leaves? Benefits and Best Ways to Enjoy

Got a sprig of mint in your drink and wondering if you should just eat it? You've come to the right place! Mint leaves are surprisingly versatile. They're a refreshing, flavorful addition to plenty of dishes, but did you know there might be other benefits to eating them? Let's find out! Can You Eat Mint Leaves? The short answer is yes! Mint leaves, whether it's peppermint, spearmint, or another variety, are all edible and add a fresh touch to both sweet and savory recipes. While they might seem like a simple garnish, they actually pack some interesting health benefits. Benefits of Eating Mint Leaves - Soothes Your Tummy: Ever had mint after a big meal? It can help with digestion and ease any tummy troubles or nausea. - Fresher Breath: Mint naturally fights odor-causing bacteria in your mouth, leaving you feeling refreshed. - Boosts Your Immunity: Mint has antioxidants that help protect your cells, keeping your body fighting fit. - Might Help with Allergies: The anti-inflammatory properties in mint could help ease those pesky allergy symptoms. - Stress Buster: The scent of mint can be calming, and mint tea is a relaxing way to unwind. A recent study published in the Journal of Ethnopharmacology found that peppermint oil, which is derived from mint leaves, helped improve symptoms of Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS) in participants. The study suggests that consuming mint may have potential benefits for digestive health. Delicious Ways to Use Mint The possibilities are almost endless! Here are a few ideas to get you started: - Salads & Smoothies: Add fresh mint leaves to salads for a flavor boost, or blend them into your favorite smoothie. - Make Mint Tea: Steep fresh or dried leaves in hot water for a refreshing drink. - The Natural Way to Freshen Up: Chew a few leaves for an instant burst of flavor and a cleaner mouth. - Homemade Mint Sauce: Perfect as a dip for spring rolls or a topping for fish or chicken. Myth Buster: While mint is great for many things, it's not a miracle cure for belly fat loss. Remember, a healthy diet and exercise are important too! Be Mindful – Things to Consider While mint leaves are safe for most people, there are a few things to keep in mind: - If You Have GERD: Mint might worsen heartburn or acid reflux symptoms in some individuals. Listen to your body on this one. - Start Slow: Especially if you're not used to eating mint leaves, start with a small amount and see how you feel. For some, too much mint might cause an upset stomach. - Little Tummies: Mint's strong flavor might be a bit too much for infants and young children. Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs) - Is it OK to eat raw mint leaves? Absolutely! They can be eaten raw or cooked – it's up to you. - How many mint leaves can I eat per day? There's no one-size-fits-all answer. A few leaves in your food or a cup of tea is usually fine, but listen to your body. - Can you eat mint right off the plant? Definitely! Just give the leaves a good wash first. - Is too much mint bad for your stomach? For some people, it can cause a bit of tummy trouble if they overdo it. Fun Fact: Did you know ancient Romans used mint as a room freshener? They called it the "herb of hospitality"! More Ways to Enjoy Mint As someone who loves experimenting with healthy ingredients in the kitchen, I've found that mint leaves add a refreshing twist to many dishes. One of my favorite recipes is a simple mint and cucumber salad, which is perfect for hot summer days. I also enjoy adding a few mint leaves to my water bottle for a naturally flavored drink that helps me stay hydrated throughout the day. Beyond food, mint has some other surprising uses: - Skin Soother: Its anti-inflammatory properties might make it helpful for calming irritated skin. (Always test on a small area first.) - Household Helper: Mint can deter some insects, and its fresh scent makes a great natural room freshener. - Inhale the Goodness: Mint essential oil in a diffuser might help with focus and relieve congestion during a cold. Mint Leaf UsesBenefitsCulinaryAdds flavor to dishes, drinks, and dessertsDigestive HealthMay help relieve symptoms of IBS and other digestive issuesOral HealthFreshens breath and may help reduce harmful bacteria in the mouthSkincareCan be used in homemade face masks for a cooling, soothing effect Key Takeaways: - Mint leaves are edible and offer some potential health benefits - Mint can be enjoyed in many ways, from food and drinks to natural remedies - Start with small amounts and be mindful of any sensitivities you may have Important Note: While eating mint leaves is generally safe for most people, it's always a good idea to consult with your doctor if you have any health concerns or are taking medications that could interact with herbs. Some people may be allergic to mint or experience heartburn or other side effects from consuming it in large quantities. Should You Avoid Mint? Let's look at some cases where you might want to limit your mint intake: - Certain Medications: Mint can sometimes interact with medications. Talk to your doctor if you're concerned. - Pregnancy & Breastfeeding: While mint is generally considered safe in small amounts, it's a good idea to check with your doctor about large quantities or concentrated forms (like essential oils) during these times. Pros and Cons of Eating Mint Leaves ProsConsAids digestionMight worsen GERD symptomsFreshens breathCan cause stomach upset if consumed in excessPotential allergy reliefStrong flavor might not be for everyonePacked with antioxidants Beyond the Kitchen – Other Uses for Mint Let's think outside the box! Here are even more creative ways to utilize the power of mint: - Natural Mouthwash: Swishing a cool infusion of mint and water can freshen breath and fight bacteria - Insect Repellant: The scent of mint can help deter pesky bugs. Try planting some near your doors and windows. - Uplifting Diffuser Blend: Add mint essential oil with a citrus oil (like lemon or orange) to your diffuser for a refreshing, energizing scent. Conclusion Mint leaves might seem simple, but they're truly a powerhouse of freshness and flavor! From spicing up your recipes to potentially supporting your overall well-being, there are plenty of reasons to add these versatile leaves to your life. Whether you prefer them in your food, tea, or even as a natural remedy, enjoy mint in moderation and reap the benefits. How do you like to use mint? Share your favorite recipes, tips, or creative ideas in the comments below! Let's inspire each other. Additional Tips - Grow Your Own: Mint is super easy to grow, even if you don't have a green thumb. It's a great way to have fresh mint on hand whenever you need it. - Experiment with Varieties: Peppermint and spearmint are the most common, but there are so many other kinds of mint to try! Chocolate mint, apple mint, and lemon mint all have unique flavor profiles. - Get Creative: Don't be afraid to try new flavor combos! Mint pairs well with fruits, chocolate, and even savory dishes. Remember: If you have a health condition or are unsure about something, it's always a good idea to check with your doctor before making any major changes to your diet or using natural remedies. Disclaimer: The information provided on this website is not intended to be a substitute for professional medical advice. Always consult with a qualified healthcare professional before making any decisions about your health. Read the full article

[idgie-stark]

From the amount of scary food on tiktok and other social media, I have come some some conclusions:

Either we GenX (or Boomers) have failed miserably to teach the younger generations how to actually cook properly and use knives - or- everything on social media now is for the rage comments.

Seriously, don't use scissors to cut meat or donuts. Using a knife isn't difficult. It's just a tool. Watch some Worst Cooks in America, Chef Ann will teach you.

Not everything needs to be made in an air fryer or big turkey roasting pan. You can make quick meals without these things.

Please shred that block of cheese and not just stick in the center. Bare minimum slice it or cube it.

They make really big spoons to stir with, no reason to use a cereal or soup spoon.

PLEASE BE AWARE OF CROSS CONTAMINATION FROM RAW MEATS. WASH YO HANDS AFTER TOUCHING RAW MEATS, EVEN IF THE NEXT THING IS GOING TO BE COOKEFD.

Please, for the love of all that is beautiful in the world, stop deep frying scrabbled eggs.

Matter of fact, stop deep frying everything in a pan then putting more stuff in the pan to soak up that grease. That isn't good eats. That is slimy, heartburn eats.

SEASON THAT CHICKEN/CUT OF MEAT. Even if you are just putting it in a microwave! A little salt and pepper can go far!

Please tell me y'all ain't seriously serving party food in kiddie pools...

Invest in a toaster oven if you want something quick. Seriously, throw some butter on some bread and add some cheese and put that in the toaster oven. In no time you will get a delicious baked cheese sammich without doing some weird shit in a air fryer cup.

Stop using potato chips as an ingredient for things like mashed potatoes. They make instant potatoes for a reason if you can't be bothered to boil some.

BONUS CONTENT:

WHAT THE F*CK BRAZIL? Why y'all making American Italians cry in sorrow and despair over y'all's pizza???

#cooking #GenX #food #remember chef ann says brown food is good food #so season that chicken and put it on a screaming hot pan #what is up with the macaroni with a block of cheese in the middle #what is up with all the recipes with just a block of cheese in the middle #no cheese does not belong on everything especially if it is a block of cheddar

[nxiousxpsistence]

the MINN15T7Y offfff SülllllY WqI8x

We're two people sharing a life.

If the remote is closer to me than you and its snatching would require me to use less energy than it would you, then I'm getting that remote.

If you fall in the bottomless hole of feeling like you've lost something important at around 8 every night, I'll find that for you by 1 minute before 8.

It's easier for me.

If, however, you find more joy in doing the dishes (and perhaps throw away rotten food) while I cook, I'll leave that to you.

If we haven't watched one of MIIIIINNNNEEEEE for over an extended period of time, you'll hear about the rise and fall of a Gen Z YouTuber.

It's this balance I have in me; one that I thought existed in everyone. If there's two pieces of ravioli left on the plate, I sure as hell won't be the one eating the last (unless I really want to feel a bit guilty, I like that sometimes).

You'll say no as much as you would like to say no.

Yes a bit more than that, but again by your choosing. 'cause I'm hot.

One broken nail means all have to go.

So, this is a #hifithought so my conclusion from all that is that I hate you all equally?

There's a universe where that makes sense and I go there sometimes.

I can still try.

When I leave the last 1 meatball alone on the plate, I'm doing something because it's right.

Because it wouldn't be right otherwise.

So, in a way, I already carry the foregone conclusion of not doing it having something wrong attached to it.

And now I have right and wrong to contend with.

I've never EVER EVER EVER chosen to do that; I believe it's nothing but a futile GESTURE (not even an effort).

I call something right BECAUSE I CHOOSE TO DO IT because my nature tells me so and I don't know if other people have the same nature as me but I kinda sense that they must be somewhat... DIFFERENT? Alien, even.

Sometimes I meet my older (more beautiful but less smiling) self having drinks with young normies I appear to have been tied to by a laughable twist of fate right when I decided to come here. And I. Don't. Like. Her.

Because she didn't do the right thing. Like ever.

She lived in a bubble that burst at the right time, which was always late. We put the puss in pussie.

And however hard I try to convince myself that I've forgiven her, it'll never be right, will it? I'll do my best to remember in her best, all the while making unpleasant stops at horrible gas stations on an untimely journey you take after bad news - to smoke and unknowingly diving deeper into one 4-second scene of a movie replaying for eternity, wondering when it will end?

It won't. Not entirely.

I'll forever cringe at the idea of this temple of a body begging another human being to be kept alive a bit longer. And there won't be an instant where I won't laugh at the very mention of how I was the epitome of femme fatale once. Those weren't the days, but it was fun.

Mx Right and Ms Wrong.

It's almost as if I've somehow internalised the now rather dubious fact that rooting for Mx Right would mean hoping Ms Wrong would stop talking.

The wrong needs the right to be... fair? Where did that come from?

Like I need to banish the wrong to the nether zone before I can call on every bit of my resources just to even entertain the possibility of me? ACTUALLY DOING SOMETHING RIGHT? about whatever?

My writing isn't too abstract. I'm abstract. (It's not a good trait to have in the Middle East).

I used to be a transphobe, never a TERF, but an ignorant piece of shit. See what I did there?

I feel shame. I feel guilt. I feel like it's something too horrible to fix. Just like that.

It was just wrong and the best thing I can do for the good of myself AND EVERYONE ELSE is to move on. Accept, cringe, have some heartburn, and move on.

Yet I have moments once every two months where I cringe so hard that it ruins my day thinking about HOW FUCKING IGNORANT I WAS?

(This also means that I'm deathly (the linguist in me isn't happy (she's really 38) afraid of making the same mistakes, not being able to understand the human condition, and falter in my fucking exalted ways of loving people as I love myself (hshshshshshshsh really?).)

I'm afraid of being a transphone to my fucking NB self that is trying very hard to transition socially.

Congratulations to anxiety on winning the war on anxiety.

There's me having created a perpetual cycle running through my beautifully crafted balls of hating myself and loving myself (sometimes at the same time). If I let it, it will never end.

I'll cringe once every two months thinking about how much of a horrible feminist I was (and how much I hated myself and apparently others) and the cringe will be followed by me HOLDING MY RIGHT HAND WITH MY LEFT, convincing myself that no, I can't make the mistake again, I AM A GOOD PERSON. Braiiiiinnnzzzzzzzzz Braaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiinnnnnnnzzzzzz...

Just to repeat the cycle again. I need to hurt myself just so I can heal myself.

So I hate you all. Equally.

[minstrxll]

scara and dottore: bicker while calling each other sweet nothings

me: (((has a heart attack)))

#&&ooc; #I AM enamored with the married couple vibes #also dottore calling scara mon etoile??!?!?!? AHghdhgaskljl #INSTANT HEARTBURN GOODNESS ME #cala i cannot BELIEVE!!! the AUDACITY!!!!!!

[scarfacemarston]

Things that existed: 1890′s-1914 (For fanfics, hc or rp!)

For me to reblog in the future with more. Notes: I did not include most of the cigarettes, guns and alcohol. These are mostly American brands or international brands in the U.S at the time. Lots of wars, psychological studies, economic recessions, inventions, and media published in this time. This is obviously not an exhaustive list. Spans from a bit before canon to RDR 1′s epilogue  Pre 1890′s: (Just for fun) 1883: The Monopolist (Yes, an early rendition of the board game) The game of Logic, Oscar Mayer, Pinocchio, Long John Silvers,

1884: First modern Cash Register (Imagine the gang trying to figure out how to open one of these)

1885: Dr. Pepper (the soda), first automobile

1886: Heinz Beans, Coco-Cola, Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr, Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

1887: Sherlock Holmes Book 1 by Arthur Conan Doyle

1888: Vending Machine, Drinking Straw, Four Roses (Bourbon Whiskey) Kessler Whiskey, Seltzer's for upset stomach/heartburn, Mum’s Deodorant, Hunts (the brand)

1889: Lysol 1890′s: 1890: The Picture of Dorian Gray By Oscar Wilde,  Prom (The event for teens)  Matryoshka doll, The Edison Talking Doll (Yes, those creepy ass ones), Lipton Tea, Vicks, Marston’s Brewery, 

1891: Basketball, Rayon, Fig Newtons, Swiss Army Knife, Hormel, 

1892: The second bicycle boom, the “modern” clothes washer, Maxwell Coffee House, Ithaca Kitty - an early paper doll, later stuffed toy?

1893: Cream of Wheat, Juicy Fruit Gum, Johnson’s Baby, Good and Plenty, Wrigley’s Gum, popcorn maker, toaster, Diesel Engine, moving walkways, meth, Ferris wheel, The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling, Sunkist Co,

1894:Corn flakes, Phonograph, Silent Films, different fonts for typewriters? Hydrogen Peroxide (The fizzy stuff that burns like hell), lobster thermidor, mousetraps, Purina animal feed, 

1895:Rugby leagues, Volleyball, Budweiser, T. Martzetii Dips, Whittaker’s Chocolate,  X-rays, 1896: Cracker Jacks, Movie theaters, Frank Merriwell’s Books (A children’s series), Del Monte canning

1897: Jell-O, Cotton Candy, Grape-Nuts (cereal), mufflers, vasectomies, Smucker’s (jelly company), Dracula by Bram Stoker,  1898: Pepsi, Palmolive (Brand), steering wheel, heroin, Walker’s Shortbread, Nabisco, War of the Worlds by H.G. Welles, 

1899: Martha white (food),  Pall mall cigarettes',  Wesson cooking oil, Lux soap, flashlights, revolving doors, first early telephone 1900′s: 1900: Wizard of Oz Book 1 released by L. Frank Baum, Chiclets, Hershey Bars, Kodak cameras, Triskets, escalators,  1901: Disposable Safety Razor, Sweethearts (The candy) the Scholastic Altitude Testing (Standardized Testing that American high schoolers take. Jack would have to take one, I think.) Necco’s candy,  The Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter (All of her books then)   1902:  Neon Lamps, Teddy Bear, periscope, air conditioning, polygraph tests, Peter Pan,  The Virginian by Owen Wister - A western novel

1903: Kraft Food’s Company, Crayons

1904: Banana Split, tea bags, Ovaltine, Canada Dry, French’s (The brand),  K-Y Jelly, Discoll’s Berries,  1905: Cadbury Dairy Milk, Hebrew National Brand, popsicles, RC Cola, Planters brand, Kellogg’s Brand,  Arsène Lupin by Maurice Leblanc (Stories about a master thief) 1907: Gumball machine, rear-view mirrors, tootsie rolls, Hershey's kisses, 1908: Coffee filters, Ford Motel T engine, Hydrox cookies (Oreo’s lemony older brother), Milk-bone the biscuit (For Rufus),  Anne of Green Gables, by  L. M. Montgomery, Mr. Toad - the kid’s character, 1909: More modern lightbulbs, Pearson’s candy company, Tillamook Creamery, Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux  1910:  instant coffee, milkshake machines,  1911: Wall plugs, Nivea products, Midol (pain reliever), Crush Soda, Crisco, processed cheese, Mars brand,  1912: Edison Disc Record, Goo Goo Clusters, Oreos, LifeSavers candy, Lorna Doone Cookies, Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs 1913: Zippers, Crossword Puzzles, Camel Cigarettes, Hellman’s Food company, 

1914: Traffic Cone, Gasmask, Tinker Toys, Listerine, Salad Cream,  Heath Bar, Mary Jane Candies, Grapico Soda, Turkish Delight, Mother’s Cookies (The rainbow animal cookies with sprinkles), Chicken of the Sea, TastyKake,

Bonus: Modern Slang they would know. Sorry for the tags, but I worked hard on this and I want it to go out. Edit: Wow, thanks, guys! I didn’t expect this to gain traction. At all. Anyway, I’m a historian so feel free to send me asks about stuff like this! I will probably edit it for medical stuff. 

#rdr 2 #charles smith #arthur morgan #hosea matthews #dutch van der linde #van der linde gang #john marston #javier escuella #red dead redemption 2 #sadie adler #sean macguire #jack marston #abigail marston

[paranoid-rhythm]

NRC School Newspaper Birthday Celebrant Special Interview: Malleus Edition

Part 1

Happy birthday! Those clothes really suit you well!

Malleus: Is that so? I don't really wear white clothes that much, so this feels new to me. Had I not gone out of the Valley of Thorns, I surely wouldn't have worn white clothes for all my life.

What color of clothes do you normally wear?

Malleus: Black. In the Draconia family, it's prized as the most noble of colors. As a member of the royal family, even as a child, I wore a lot of black colored clothes. I thought that this time is a good opportunity, so I tried them on and white clothes are unexpectedly good.

How do you feel about celebrating your birthday?

Malleus: It's just the same as normal. It's nothing for me to be excited or moved about. Unlike you humans, we of the fae folk do not change our appearances for a very long time. That's why it's a mystery for me, seeing you humans celebrate your birthdays joyfully.

What do you mean by that?

Malleus: Humans have a short life span. At most, you can only live up to a hundred years, right? When your birthday comes, it means that you are one year closer to your end. But even so, you still celebrate it full of joy... It's a difficult thing for me to understand.

I've never thought of it that way.

Malleus: Fufu... I don't know if you're just thick-headed or if you're just a person with a strong character. Maybe it's because that they have short lifespans that humans celebrate happily.

Part 2

I've heard that you're an excellent magician, even within the school. What kind of magic are you particularly good at?

Malleus: When it comes to magic, I have neither strong nor weak points. In you humans' point of view, you can say that I'm what you call "good at everything". Oh, that's right. Since everyone's gathered here, maybe I should use some magic to make the party even more fun. Just like the Witch of Thorns who made thorns grow all around a whole castle in an instant. Maybe I should copy that and make thorns grow all around and decorate the party venue!

That might be dangerous...

Malleus: Is that so...? I thought that you'd be happy if I do it for you as thanks for today... This is quite difficult.

Other than magic, are there other things that you're good at?

Malleus: I'm confident in my skill in playing stringed instruments. After all, I've received lessons from Lilia when I was in the Valley of Thorns. When I was a child, I rarely received permission to go outside, so I've spent a lot of time alone inside the castle. Thanks to that, I was able to practice a lot. I can now play most stringed instruments. And within those, I'm especially good in playing the classic instruments like the violin and cello.

What do you think about joining the Light Music Club?

Malleus: The truth is... Lilia invited me before, and I've considered joining. But when I went to observe the club, I wasn't able to use the electric violin that they've prepared very well. I drew out such a deafening, monstrous sound that the students that were in that area all collapsed. If I remember correctly, Diamond was foaming at the mouth and then collapsed. Lilia just laughed it off, but I've done something bad to everyone. After that, I've never shown my face in the Light Music Club. After all, they won't accept me after what happened, right?

Part 3

Did you receive any messages from your family?

Malleus: Yes. I've received a message from my grandmother, my only living relative. Grandmother is the Queen of the Valley of Thorns... While I am enrolled in school, she single-handedly handles the affairs of the Valley, so she's very busy. I'm sure that right now, she's too busy to even write a letter. But she always sends me one every year. I am deeply moved by my grandmother's thoughtfulness. And also, aside from the birthday greetings that she writes on the card, she also attaches some rose seeds in it. When I was in the Valley of Thorns, I used to plant them in the castle's garden. Because of that, it's now a wonderful rose garden.

That's amazing!

Malleus: Indeed. Of course, it's beautiful to see the flowers while in full bloom, but the rose garden is tranquil and quite enchanting even after the flowers have fallen. It's the garden that I am proud of. Should you have the chance to come to the Valley of Thorns, I'll show it to you.

What kind of food do you like?

Malleus: Frozen desserts. The inside of my mouth gets hot whenever I breathe flames. When I eat it right after, the taste is exceptional. These days, there's a lot of different kinds of frozen desserts being made. It's fun to compare how they taste to how they look. Oh right, recently, I've seen some that have the words "You won!" written on the stick. It's quite unusual, don't you think? I think they're precious items, so I'm collecting them. Once I graduate, I'll take them back with me to the Valley of Thorns.

What kind of food do you hate?

Malleus: Whole cakes. I don't really dislike sweets but that one is just too big. It's because it's my birthday that I allowed it but... I'll get heartburn if I eat all of it.

It's not something you're supposed to eat alone, you know?

Malleus: Of course I know that! It's just that... I didn't have anyone who'll eat with me when I celebrated my birthday.

Then let's eat it together with everyone today! Malleus: That's right. If we do that, then maybe I'll change my view of whole cakes. I'm looking forward to it.

Once again, happy birthday!

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Malleus Draconia #MALLE-TAN U SO BABY ILU #U DUMB LIZARD

[marvelous-harry]

Reader surprising Harry at one of his shows

Horse & Hound Harry/Fem!Reader Words: 1126 A/N: I changed it a teeny tiny bit, hope you don't mind! x

“We should tell him, give him time to prepare,” I said down the phone for the hundredth time as I talked to Jeff. Fiddling with the strap on my bag, I looked absentmindedly out the window as the taxi drove on the highway.

“We should not tell him, I have to get him through a few interviews still and if he knows you’re coming he will be unbearable. Plus he loves surprises!” Jeff said excitedly.

Scoffing, I rolled my eyes. “Jeff, he hates surprises,” I laughed.

“Yes, yes he does but he does love you and he’ll be so happy to see you,” Jeff replied before I heard more voices in the background. “Just call me when it’s time and I’ll sort it out,”

Saying goodbye, I hung up the phone and leaned back in my seat to try and get some rest after the long flight.

--

“Miss, we here,” the taxi driver said loudly, waking me in an instant. Looking around blearily, I sat up and cleared my throat.

“Must’ve fallen asleep,” I said as I started searching my bag for my wallet while calling Jeff at the time. Handing off my card, I held my phone to my ear when I saw Jeff picking up. “Hi, I’m here,” I smiled politely at the driver as he handed back my card. “Hold on, give me a sec,” I huffed as I opened the car door and got my suitcase and handbag out. Taking a deep breath as the taxi driver sped off, I held the phone to my ear again.

“Sorry, yeah, I’m outside. By the gate,” I heard Jeff call someone over. “Alright, I’m sending Alex to come to meet you downstairs and I’ll get security to let you in,” Jeff said quietly.

“Thanks, I’ll just stand here awkwardly and wait,” I heard him chuckling. “Shouldn’t be too long, they’re on their way already,” Jeff told me.

“Are you going back to the hotel at all or staying here till the show?” I asked seeing at it was only 2 in the afternoon and the show didn’t start till 8.

“Emm, no we’ll be heading back just after the interviews are done for dinner, though I suppose Harry won’t be dining with us anymore. And after that, we’d head back here for final soundcheck before getting ready,” I smiled.

“Oh! The gate is opening, see you in a bit I guess!” “See you,” Hanging up and putting my phone away, I grabbed the handle on my suitcase. Making small talk with security till we made it inside, I grinned as I saw Alex, Harry’s assistant. “Hi! I missed you! It’s so good to see you again!” I gushed as I gave him a tight hug.

“It’s so good to see you too, it’s been forever already,” Alex replied, helping me with my suitcase.

“I know, it’s been what? A month? That’s insane,” I replied as we headed towards the elevator. “Yeah, a month and week, I think,” he added as we stepped inside.

“So, Harry’s just finishing up some interviews before we’re going to go to the hotel for a bit. We’ll hide you in one of the smaller dressings rooms while he finishes up, then you can surprise him!” Alex grinned. “Fuck, my stomach is like hurting from all the nerves. Why am I doing this? I hate surprises. Harry hates surprises,” I groaned and looked at Alex with a grimace on my face.

“You’re being ridiculous,” Alex chuckled as he stuck his head out of the opening elevator doors. “Come on!” He whispered loudly and started walking quickly down the hall. Clutching my bag, I hurried after him.

“This is so fucking stupid,” I said as the door to the little dressing room closed behind us and I sank down on the couch, clutching my chest. “I’m too old for this, Alex, I swear I’m getting a heartburn,”

“And here I was thinking Harry was the dramatic one,” Alex rolled his eyes at me as stood by the door, checking his phone. I flipped him off before sitting up a bit more properly. “Hey, tell him there’s one more interview after the real last one. And tell him my name is William and I’m from Horse & Hound magazine,” I smiled at his confused face but he agreed to do it regardless.

--

Jumping as there was a knock on the door, I panicked until I saw it was just Jeff. “Jeffrey!” I said excitedly as I got up and gave him a tight hug. “How are you?” I asked as pulled back. “Good, how are you?” He asked back. I nodded and smiled. “I’m good, I’m good. Is it time?”

Jeff grinned. “Yeah, the last interviewer just left so it’s just Alex with him right now. Come on,” Jeff took my hand. Squeezing it tightly, I bit my lip to try and calm myself.

“So this is the last one yeah? I need food and a change of shoes.” I could hear Harry say and I didn’t realize just how much I’d missed until I heard him speak. A warm lovely feeling spread all through my body as I took in the sight of him. “Last one. Name is William and is from a magazine called Horse and Hound,” Alex said, managing to keep his voice straight.

“What?” Harry coughed as he looked at Alex equally confused and amused. “Did you just say Horse and Hound?!” he asked.

I took a few steps into the room. “So, any horses in your show? Or hounds maybe? Our readers appreciate both equally,” I asked loudly, letting go of Jeff’s hand while strolling further into the room.

“No, fucking way,” Harry said before rushing over. Throwing my hands around him, I closed my eyes and breathed him in. “God, I’ve missed you,” I whispered, feeling a little choked up.

“Missed you too,” Harry whispered back before kissing me softly. “I thought you couldn’t make it for another two weeks?” Harry asked as he stroked my arms.

I reached up and wiped away some of my lip balm that had been transferred to Harry’s cheek. “Our client got a better deal elsewhere apparently so I was free to go, so here I am,” I explained before hugging him tightly again.

“I’ve never been happier that you got work dumped,” Harry grinned, kissing my forehead. “One question,” he said before looking at me seriously. “Why am I always Julia Roberts?” he pouted and rested his forehead against mine.

“Cause your Hugh Grant impression is horrible,” I told him with a grin.

“Well that’s a blatant lie,” Harry replied before kissing me again. Closing my eyes, I smiled against his lips. Getting work dumped was turning out pretty great.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry style fics #harry style blurbs #harry styles imagines #harry x reader

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Metallo!Lena AU Pt 13

Slowly, Lena's life begins to settle into a new groove. She hesitates to call it a path, as she doesn't know where it's heading, but it starts to take on a shape she enjoys.

The outcome of the sparring match makes Lena realize she knows little about her new condition, and so instead of waiting for the discoveries to hit her like a roundhouse kick to the chest-- which she can attest now is not pleasant-- she sets about studying the kryptonite and her new anatomy.

Director Danvers helps, granting Lena access to her personal lab-- which soon becomes Lena's in all but name only (which too, eventually becomes Lena's). Kara is allowed nowhere near her when Lena peels back her soft lead breastplate, to take readings and samples.

Researching the kryptonite consumes her, until one day she pages Director Danvers to her lab. When the director arrives Lena is pacing, her features drawn with worry.

"What's wrong?" Danvers asks.

"I've been studying the kryptonite," Lena declares.

Danvers puts her hands on her hips, but is careful to keep her expression one of patience. "Which is a secret to no one," she reminds Lena.

"Yes, but--" Lena wrings her hands, clearly anxious. "I think I can make more."

That gives Danvers pause. Her hands come off her hips and she steps closer to Lena as though someone might overhear them.

"Is yours...?"

"Synthesized? No. Thank god." The thought that Lillian may have already cracked Lena's same research already has crossed her mind, but for now, it seems, Cadmus is limited to whatever natural resources they can get their hands on. "But if I can do it, it may not be long before others can as well."

"Don't sell yourself short, Luthor," Director Danvers warns. "You've made more progress in three months than the cumulative fifteen years the DEO has studied kryptonite."

"That's the other thing," Lena continues. "I'm hesitant to continue."

"But generating more kryptonite, potentially more stable kryptonite, for use, will only be of benefit to you."

"But not to Kara. I'm not entirely comfortable generating kryptonite that could be used against her if one day the president decides he doesnt like aliens." Lena looks to the director for guidance. "What would you do?"

Director Danvers hesitates. "I can't answer that for you," she says finally. "You just have to do what you think is right. But whatever you do decide, I've got your back."

Lena offers a frustrated, but grateful smile. "Thank you, Director."

"Between us, it's Alex." Alex heads for the door, shooting Lena a glance over her shoulder. "And until you decide? We never had this conversation."

----

No matter how Lena tries to justify it, she can't bring herself to commit to synthesizing more kryptonite. Not when she can already spot how her formulas could be tweaked to pack more destructive power into each crystal matrix. So instead, her research takes an expected turn towards her existing kryptonite.

Namely, isolating the energy that powers her internal systems from the radiation that's so poisonous to Kara.

It takes her months of trials and countless errors. Then, one day, she pages Supergirl to the lab. To Kara's surprise, she finds the door locked when she arrives.

"Lena?" she calls.

Lena turns to face her, features grave with apprehension.

"I need your help with an experiment," Lena tells her.

"Okay..."

"I have a new form of kryptonite. I need-- I need to know how it makes you feel. So when I open the door, I need you to tell me if it hurts. Or makes you nauseous, or--"

"Kills me?" Kara jokes. Lena goes pale. Kara quickly scrambles. "I'm kidding, Lena. I trust you. Let me in."

When they open, the doors only slide apart by an inch, nothing more. Kara waits. "Well?"

"You don't feel anything?"

"Should I?"

The doors open the rest of the way, but before Kara can set a foot inside Lena's barking at her to stop. Kara obeys. When Lena gestures to the ground, Kara lowers her gaze to spot taped marks at set intervals leading to Lena's workstation.

"Five minutes at each marker. Wait for my signal before you move to the next."

"You should have warned me to bring my e-reader," Kara drawls, but she gamely steps up to the first mark at Lena's signal. As she waits, she fills Lena in on the goings on around the DEO and the greater world beyond.

"You know Vasquez is going on vacation next month? Well so is Addams, and when I asked them, both said they were going to Ibiza. What are the chances--?"

"No reaction at three meters. Next."

Kara steps forward to the next mark, and continues her conversation without missing a beat. Lena hums and uh huhs appropriately, barely listening as she continues to monitor her machines and Kara's status. Before Kara moves forward again, Lena interrupts to ask her questions.

"Any shortness of breath?"

"Nope."

"Nausea?"

"No."

"Heartburn? Indigestion?"

Kara smiles, but keeps her ill timed joke to herself. "Nuh uh."

She issues no's to vertigo, tinnitis, and fatigue as well.

"Please proceed to the next mark."

Kara obeys, and picks up her conversation where she left off. The process repeats three, four times, until Kara steps inside the final line joining Lena at the table.

One final round of questions later, and Kara flaps her arms against her sides. "So, did I pass?"

Lena blinks at her readings, looking for any hint of a reason to doubt them. But after a long moment, she finds she can't.

"This was a prank, wasn't it?" Kara drawls. She nudges Lena playfully, grinning. "You just wanted to see me."

Turning towards her, Lena's face is anything but teasing.

"Oh-kay, so no prank," Kara surmises. "But that's good, right? You did it!" She looks around excitedly. "So, where is it?"

Slowly, Lena unbuttons her shirt. "Right here."

The protective lead brace she's worn since her rescue is gone. The kryptonite nested against Lena's sternum glows as brightly as ever, but the searing pain doesn't come, for either of them. Kara blinks, stunned.

"Oh my... Rao," she breathes. She stares at it, studying it closely before looking back up at Lena in concern. "How do you feel? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Lena says. "All systems are operating on par by every metric we know of. If anything, it's more stable."

"But the radioactivity--"

"Different isotopes," Lena offers.

Kara stares and stares, until Lena can't stand the silence any longer. "Please say something--"

"Can I hug you?"

The question comes plaintive and soft, timid in its hope. Lena starts, then breaks into a relieved smile.

"Yeah."

In an instant, Lena is enveloped in warm, solid arms. Everything about it is perfect: the pressure, the placement, the way it seems to last forever. Lena tucks her chin against Kara's neck, burrowing her nose into blonde hair.

"Hi," she murmurs.

Kara grins against her shoulder. "Hi."

Neither of them make any move to pull away.

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#metallo lena au #supercorp #lena being a big beautiful genius

[justjessame]

A Little Ass and A Lotta Sass Chapter 51

“Kiara Jade, you put your baby brother down this instant,” the look I gave my flame haired mini-me had her lower lip pushing out into a pout that I knew would make her Daddy give in if he were anywhere in the vicinity.  Unluckily for her, he wasn’t.  “Now, young lady.”  

With a huff that was far more Negan than me, or so I told myself, she carefully set her little brother back onto his own two feet, making certain that he had his chubby fingers latched onto the table in front of him before she let go completely.  Turning back to me, she gave me a look that was full of spite and vinegar.  

“Don’t give me that look,” I held open my arms and she stomped over to me, begrudgingly letting me pick her up - not really that much heavier at four years old than she had been at two.  Kissing her nose, which she had wrinkled up as she studied my face, I winked at her and she broke.  Giggling and kissing mine in return, I shook my head.  “You are too much like your -”

“Daddy!” She was wiggling to get out of my arms, rolling my eyes, I released her, laughing as she rushed to Negan - barely giving him the time to set down Lucille and catch her.  

“There’s Daddy’s little princess,” he was saying, kissing her cheek.  “And look at his little man,” his eyes landed on Jace where he was bouncing while holding onto the table edge.  “Having fun, buddy?” 

Jace gave his signature happy giggle, combined with an easy greeting of “Da-da,” since he wasn’t quite as feisty as our little lady was.  Dark haired, with my green eyes - I pitied anyone he pinned in that gaze when he grew up.  

“You need to tell your little princess that she isn’t big enough to pick him up,” it was a familiar battle.  Kiara wanted so badly to use her little brother as a real life baby doll, yet he was TOO big for it.  Even when he was an infant and not a toddler he was too big for her to play pretend with - but she was headstrong, and God knew where she got that from.  

“Kiara, are you giving Mommy heartburn again?”  She giggled and he shook his head with a dramatic sigh.  “You know that she isn’t in the right MOOD for that,” Negan came closer, reaching out for me, his arm wrapping around me and pulling me close to both of them.  Kissing me deeply while she made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a gagging sound.  When he pulled back, his hand touched the growing bump that was proof of just how little in the MOOD I was for an argument from our first born.  “How’s the sickness been today, sweetheart?”  

Unlike with Kiara and Jace, this third round had me hugging the porcelain throne at all hours of the day.  Laura spent more time in our apartment keeping me company and watching the two little ones than she and I did out and about.  That probably added to Kiara’s urge to play house with Jace as her life action baby.   

“Rough,” the thought of food made me want to vomit, much less the smell or taste of it.  Which left cooking duties to Negan, Laura, or Arat - I ate bland and drank plenty of fluids, monitored so closely by the doctor that I hated him more this round than ever before.  

“I hate seeing you so tired, baby.” He kissed my forehead, and sighed.  “Maybe this is the last one, huh?”  

I chuckled.  “Sure, Negan.” Shaking my head, I pulled back and looked up at him.  “I’ll hold your hand while the good doctor snips you, alright?”  

He blanched and Kiara touched his cheek, always so empathetic to her Daddy’s feelings.  “You scared, Daddy?”  Biting my lip, I waited for him to answer her.  

“Course not, princess,” he kissed her nose and set her on her feet.  “Go play with Jace, but DON’T pick him up.” Tapping her nose, he swatted her butt and she went giggling to the table to get Jace interested in the blocks.  “Come here, Mommy, let Daddy hold you for a bit.”  

Pulling me onto his lap on the sofa, where we could watch our two little minis playing, Negan held me and told me about his day.  

Since working out a negotiation with the other communities, making sure that each was contributing what we could and working with one another to make the best out of the worst - somehow things seemed to be getting better.  Even when new trouble drifted through - Whisperers and other strange groups that would have been harder to fight, but with the groups communicating and willing to figure shit out as a family, well no threat stood much of a chance.  

Dad and Michonne had welcomed a son, my new brother RJ - before Jace was born and we had just as much trouble keeping Kiara from picking him up as we did her brother.  Judith was one of her favorite playmates, and so was Hershel, but even with better communication visits were frequent.  Less so when I was pregnant, especially since this time was so fucking pleasant.  

“Rick’s coming for a visit,” Negan murmured, quiet so Kiara didn’t hear.  Pappy Rick was STILL one of her most favorite humans on the planet, and a hard pill to swallow.  “Sucks that THIS one,” his hands were cradling my bump, “wasn’t conceived in his humble abode.”  

I couldn’t hold back my laughter.  “You really can’t stand not being able to tease Dad about that, can you?”  

“Fuck no,” he whispered, his lips against my ear, causing more than a little bit of distraction from my upset stomach.  “I hate not being able to fuck with Rick about where each of our kids were planted right here in this gorgeous hot oven of yours,” that tongue of his was flicking against my skin and I felt like coming out of my skin - Negan and his damn cheating, while the kids were awake and Laura wasn’t in the fucking apartment.  

“You suck,” I muttered, and I felt the heat from his breath as he laughed silently.  “You’re getting me all hot and fucking bothered and the kids are RIGHT there, asshole.”  

“Just think,” his teeth were teasing my sensitive skin now.  “Once they go to bed, OR Laura comes back -” I nearly growled.  “It’s on.” 

#negan x ofc #The Walking Dead #rick grimes daughter #mention of smut #alternate universe #marriage #FLUFF AND SMUT #Family Fluff #pregnacy

[hanmajoerin]

A/N: Did I show up twenty years too late for Ranma 1/2 fanfiction? Probably. Do I give a shit? N O P E. Someone left a tag on one of my Ranma posts saying that Ranma and Akane were a matching set of idiots and I just wanted to explore that. I’m here to try my hand at bringing them to life, keyword: try. Nobody does humor like Takahashi does.

Summary: A collection of drabbles and one-shots where Ranma tries his best to be a supportive husband on Akane’s cooking journey. Post!Cannon, in a faraway future where the world is still whacky but the kids grew up.

Chapter Summary: Ranma Saotome, 22 years old. He’s been the husband of Akane Saotome for two years, but they’ve known each other way longer. His goal? Buy enough antacids to pillow the upcoming blow of his wife’s meal to “celebrate” having the dojo to themselves. Short term damage: stomach ache for the whole weekend. Long term damage: at least six months shaved off of his life.

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Chapter 1: Antacids

“Shucks...” Ranma mumbled to himself, pilfering through the medicine cabinet for the fifth time in the past three minutes. There was an avalanche of first aid kits, unraveled bandage wraps, and a few stray Band-Aids that fluttered around as he continued searching. What a rookie mistake, he mentally admonished with a sigh. Antacids became a staple of his diet as a grown man, so it wasn’t too surprising that his stock was depleted, but he’d known this weekend was coming.

Creeping out into the hallway, Ranma took care to tread on the balls of his feet. If he tried–really tried–he’d leave without Akane noticing. That would be for the best. As he made it to the entryway, the martial artist dared sniffing the air. The regret was instantaneous and he scrambled to bury his mouth in the crook of his elbow. Ranma hoped the trusty red shirt would be enough to muffle his unstoppable coughing fit, but he’d been sneaking out. Everything was so much louder when a person was attempting to go unnoticed. He leaned back onto the wall to steady himself. Whatever Frankenstein creation Akane was whipping up was unidentifiable. And, it already had the potential to send him flying from the Tendo and Saotome Residence to a hospital bed.

“Ranma, where are you going?” Akane asked, stepping out into the hall and wiping her hands on his apron. The man in question felt his spine straighten, his shoulders tensing so far they touched his ears. Over the years, Ranma put blood, sweat, and tears into convincing his wife that instant ramen was her deal and home cooked meals were his. But, as luck would have it, she still experimented when the opportunity presented itself. An opportunity like a husband and a wife having the entire home for the entire weekend entirely to themselves. She wanted to celebrate... Ranma blanched. There would be nothing to do after he knocked back that disastrous medley of a meal except for curl into the fetal position and let his organs writhe in agony.

“Uh, j-just to the store. Realized I need to uh... get some nails for the roof!” He lied, but Akane was in such a good mood that she hadn’t sensed the hesitation, hadn’t heard the hitch in his voice.

“Could you pick up some jalapeno peppers for me while you’re out?” She asked with that smile that could send him to his knees in the best way but now left them quivering in the worst.

Don’t run for the camping packs, don’t grab the backpacks in Pop’s room, don’t think about how they’re already stuffed with supplies to flee from Akane’s fever drea–

“Ranma?”

Ranma swore his life was flashing before his eyes. He gulped, big. I think I just remembered the first time I took a breath. “Uh, yep, I’ll pick it up for you.”

He’d buy his wife a bell pepper. A green sweet pepper. She wouldn’t know the difference. After all, nine out of ten times she couldn’t even tell heads or tails from motor and vegetable oil.

“It’s for us!”

“Oh, oh man...” Ranma mumbled before squaring his feature into focus and offering his wife what had to be an unsettling smirk. Not that she bothered to analyze it. “I’ll be back!” He announced, offering her a parade caliber wave after he slid on his black flats.

“Take care,” Akane said, turning back to the kitchen.

-x-

The bite of winter snuck through his blue jacket and Ranma shivered. Guess it was better for winter to nip at him than whatever was simmering at home. The martial artist shoved his hands into his pants pocket, kicking at the sidewalk as he made his way to the nearest convenience store. “Aw geez, why’d I have to fall for a tomboy who cooks like Ryoga reads a map?” He grumbled, knowing that his excellent skills in the dojo could never help him dodge Akane’s cooking.

Of course, he hadn’t been expecting an answer, but the universe always seemed to be listening. The light of the 7-11 sign was his answer. It felt like salvation. Ranma’d storm in there and clear the entire shelf of its antacids, splurge now so he’d never have to come back. That was his fever dream.

When the bell tolled, signaling his entrance, Ranma swore he’d found nirvana. The martial artist beelined to the small produce freezer first, sighing in relief at the sight of a single bag of mini-peppers. They were illuminated perfectly under the lights, and sure, they didn’t match the color of a jalapeño, but they were close enough in size. Akane probably wouldn’t think anything of it. Ranma greedily snatched them up into his hands. Nirvana, salvation, and now a living Buddha. The gods came through for once.

Next, his feet walked him to the antacids. Ranma visited this place so often, he knew the isle they were in by heart now. Although he promised to buy out the store’s supply, Ranma resisted the urge and picked up three bottles instead. If Akane saw him walking in with so many all at once, he’d have to grit his teeth and eat dinner without knocking ‘em back. Akane wasn’t below that kind of stunt. Ranma shook his head.

“Good evening,” the cashier stated as Ranma all but slammed his items onto the checkout counter. The kid looked sharp enough. Skinny, brown eyes, black hair. The lucky bastard probably never ate a burnt piece of toast let alone an entire fiesta of flavors that somehow tasted the way painful was spelled. “Heartburn bad lately?” He asked, naively.

Ranma clenched his fist, closing his eyes and letting a rogue tear fall. “Listen pal, my wife and I’ve got the house to ourselves this weekend. You’ve never had her cooking and you don’t want to.” Ranma reached below the counter and threw an extra travel sized bottle of antacids onto the counter for extra measure.

The cashier blinked a few times, making Ranma scowl. He knew it. Pulling out his wallet, the cashier quickly bagged his items. “I’m so sorry to hear that. Your total is 4,237 yen.”

Ranma placed the money into the styrofoam tray, more tears filling his eyes. They glistened like dew under the harsh yellow lights. “These might not even be enough to save me.”

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[stingiez-archive]

Braiding Gonta’s Hair! (Gonta Gokuhara x Ultimate Beautician!Reader)

— As the Ultimate Beautician, you had a keen insight to the personal beauty of everyone you met

— Some possessed a simple beauty while others possessed more complex beauty but regardless, you could see the beauty in everyone, especially in Gonta Gokuhara

— From his manly physique to his caring and kind nature, Gonta Gokuhara captured your heart in an instant

— Yet, there was one thing in particular you had to do in order to sastify your need to beautify the world

— Braid Gonta Gokuhara’s hair

— His forest green hair was so long and voluminous! The perfect length for all sorts of complex braids! Your mouth watered at the thought of braiding that beautiful man’s equally beautiful hair

— So there you were, brushing the knots out of Gonta’s hair while humming your favorite tune to yourself

Inside your Ultimate Research Lab, Gonta Gokuhara sat in a hair salon chair and smiled happily to himself while you, (Y/N) (L/N), brushed the knots out of his long green hair. He enjoyed the sensation of the hairbrush through his matted locks, as well as the tune you were humming to pass the time. After all, Gonta did have a lot of hair.

“(Y/N) really good at hair brushing!” Gonta commented with a grin, “Knots gone?” he then asked curiously.

“Almost!” you exclaimed, as you brushed the last of the knots out of Gonta’s hair. His gorgeous locks shined under the lighting of your lab, “There! Now, let me get the hair ties! Do you have a preference for the braid?”

“Preference?” Gonta parroted back.

“Triple strand, waterfall..” you listed off some options for braids until you noticed the look of confusion on Gonta’s face, “Triple strand it is! A simple look will frame your face well.”

“Okie dokie!” hummed Gonta, giving you a thumbs up with his large hands and a big smile, “Leaving to you, (Y/N)!”

Your cheeks reddened at his carefree smile, your knees going wobbly at the sight of Gonta’s beauty.

Compose yourself! you exclaimed to yourself, as you grabbed the hair ties and wrap them around your wrist. Carefully, you separated Gonta’s hair into three sections and thus began your work on braiding his hair.

“Your hair is so long, Gonta!” you mused aloud while you braided away, “What’s your secret?”

“No haircut,” he answered.

“Oh? For how long?” you added.

“Ten.”

“Ten?”

“Years!” Gonta answered gleefully.

Your eyes widened in surprise and you mentally slapped yourself on the head for forgetting that Gonta spent most of his life in the forest, living among wolves. Still, it played into Gonta’s raw beauty, a rugged yet gentle soul brimming with potential. If only you could be there to witness him blossom!

“And there!” you informed Gonta happily, letting go of his now braided hair, “All done!”

You grabbed the handheld mirror and held it behind Gonta so he could see the finished product. It was a simple yet beautiful three-stranded braid, perfect to tame Gonta’s wild locks.

“Soooo.. what do you think?” you asked, worried that Gonta might not like your handiwork.

“What Gonta thinks?” Gonta asked, slowly turning his head to face you. His eyes suddenly lit up like Christmas lights, “Pretty! Gonta likes braid!”

You felt a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and gave Gonta a smile, “I’m glad you like it, Gonta. That warms my heart.”

“Warm heart?” Gonta questioned, “Heartburn?” he gasped, “Heartburn bad, Kirumi give you medicine!”

“No, no!” you giggled at Gonta, “I just mean that it makes me happy to see you enjoying my handiwork.”

“(Y/N) very talented,” Gonta nodded to himself, “Talented and pretty Ultimate!”

“Th- Thank you, Gonta..” you stammered slighty, “How about we show the others your new ‘do?”

“Sure!” Gonta rose from his chair and grasped your hand gently, eager to show off his braid to the others.

You gave yourself a tiny smile.

Maybe I’ll tell him how I feel tomorrow.

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[samcrobae]

Nanny, Part 7

Gif credit: @ada-carisi

“ I know pop, trust me, I know. It sounds crazy right?! But I feel it . I know. She’s it for me. It happened fast but shit you know, I wanna give her the world. Is that how you felt with mom?” Angel sat at his fathers kitchen table, eyes wide with excitement and took a sip of his coffee.

“When you know, you know son. Your mom, it was like an instant connection. I cant explain it.” Felipe smiles across the table at Angel. “The day I interviewed her, I just knew she’d be someone special for you. I saw the way you looked at each other. I’m proud of you Angel.”

Angel was at the clubhouse with EZ, Coco, and Letty while a family jeweler sat across from him, with a case of different engagement rings, bands, bridal sets. “Nah none of these. What else you got?” They had been there for 2 hours looking at rings, looking over some of them two, three, four times.

“Angel, you know Y/N, she’s going to love it no matter what you pick , as long as it’s from you.” Letty looked over some of the rings herself.

“Nah, it’s gotta be fuckin perfect. Not just any ring.”

The woman shifted around in her things when she pulled out another case.

“Yeahhhh now we talkin.. alright.” His eyes skimmed over the selection when he spotted a solitaire on a diamond gold band.

“That. Definitely that one.” The woman handed Angel the ring and he held it up into the light. “Oh hell yeah, this is it.” Letty squeezed his arm, “she’s going to love it !!!!”

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“Baby, what are you doing? It’s 6:30 in the morning,” Angel sat up in bed and looked at you then leaned in and looked at your iPad.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you up? I couldn’t get comfortable, every position I lay in I just can’t breathe. But I’ve been looking at ideas for the baby’s room.”

Angel runs a hand over your belly. “Oh my God, you look more and more beautiful the more your belly grows. He leans over and places his head on your belly, “good morning my son... you’re making your mom turn into a crazy woman and I don’t know how much longer I can handle it”. He brings his hand up and rubs your swollen belly, your hand coming up to stroke his hair.

“Did you ever imagine it would end up like this?” You ask as you run your singers through his hair, massaging his scalp.

“Like what? Me and you having sex on every piece of furniture in my house? Or you falling madly in love with me? Or You knocked up with my kid? Yeah I knew it the day I met you, the day I saw you in front of the shop. I love you mi dulce.”

“I love you too Angel.”

He sat up and pressed his lips to yours. Angel would never get tired of this. The only place he had ever felt safe was here. Out there he was a Mayan, El Secretario, but here, With you, he was Angel. He was a father, a partner, he was free.

He held one hand on your face and when he broke the kiss he stared back at you for a few good seconds.

“Marry me.”

“I’ve already told you I’m gonna marry you.” You laughed and kissed him again.

“No querida,” he reached into his nightstand and pulled out a tiny black velvet box. Turning back to you, he opened the box and you froze, “I love you. I love our life, what we have built together. You make me feel like I can take on anything. I’ll never be able to thank you for everything you do for me, for Natalie, what you’ll do for my son- our son, but ima give you the world. Y/N, marry me. Be my wife.”

“Angel....” you were suddenly an emotional mess. You weren’t sure if you could love him anymore than you did now. Mix that with the terrible heartburn you’d been having, paired with the pregnancy hormone surges, you were a blubbering mess.

“Baby...” angel looked at you, “is that yes?”

You nodded your head yes and practically jumped him in bed. “Well come on, let me put this on you.”

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You pulled into the scrapyard with Natalie in tow. You pulled into your usual parking space and got Natalie out of her car seat.

“Yeahhhh there she is! Come here Mrs. Reyes!” Coco ran up to you and hugged you.

“Is Angel back yet? He was supposed to come with me to do our baby registry today.”

“Nah he ain’t back yet, Bish got him doing some extra work in the tunnels. Sorry hermana.”

“I can come if you want,” EZ volunteered. “Yeahhhh! Tios coming!”

“Are you sure? I can always do it another day,” you started.

“No, it’s fine.i just finished up here come on.”

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You were in the bottle aisle, one hand on your belly, the other holding the scanner. You were studying the different bottles, becoming frustrated because you had no idea what the difference was.

“I loved these. These were the only bottles that didn’t give my daughter insane gas.” A woman to your left interrupted your thoughts. “Sorry,” she continued on, “I just noticed you looked undecided.”

“Thanks, yeah it’s my first baby. I have no idea what I’m doing. Well. My boyfriend— I mean fiancé has a daughter, had her when we met, but I missed the bottle stage.” You let out a small laugh and held out the scanner to scan the suggested bottles.

“Wow, your ring is beautiful!” The woman glanced at your ring finger.

“Thank you! He did good huh?”

“He did, well good luck to you” she quickly turned and exited the aisle.

EZ and Natalie came up beside you, and looked down at the woman leaving the aisle.

“No fucking way” he whispered to himself.

You looked up at him confused, “everything okay?”

“Y/N, that woman that was just here...did you talk to her?”

“Ummmmm kinda? About bottles but that’s really it.”

EZ pulls his phone out , “shit.”

“EZ what? What’s going on? Do you know her?”

“Yeah um,” his voice now a whisper, “that’s Elena. Angels ex.”

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