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ham1lton · 9 days

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i’m with the band.

pairing(s): lando norris x singer!reader

warnings: v slightly angsty? but happy ending.

summary: pop band CHANGE! has just released their anticipated third album; however, fans notice that the songs seem to tell an unsavory story….

author's note: i didn’t know whether u wanted me to do a happy song or sad but i like drama. i refer to y/n’s bandmates by their roles. so guitarist, bassist and drummer so you can add their names in! also this album is loosely based on SAWAYAMA and 5sos’s album youngblood. listen to them both if u haven’t!! incredible albums. if you can name all these songs that have been mentioned then MWAH!!! 😍

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changeband: thank you so much to the best, coolest and awesomest fans in the fucking planet. shoutout to everyone who showed up to our listening party in philly last week! you were metal as hell and we loved meeting everyone of you. no more fomo for the rest of you all now that our newest album is now out! please stream and buy and recommend to your friends and family and colleagues and even that annoying neighbour that everyone hates. we love you and we love this album!! here are some behind the scenes pics of us making and brainstorming this baby!

user1: this album is sooo good!

user2: ooh y/n got her masters in cuntology with a concentration in motherlogical studies from the university of servington… that NOTE in dynasty??? oh goddddd.

-> user4: DYNAAAASSSSTTTTYYYY 🗣️🔊

user3: the casual photo dump like they haven’t released the album of the CENTURY?

user8: you guys have come such a far way from working minimum wage and having to pool money for a recording booth omg. i’m so proud of you guys 🥺

*liked by changeband.*

user5: the way guitarist is eating this album. whoever greenlit her guitar solos i want to kiss them on the mouth.

user28: bad friend is my fav! both the acoustic vers and the normal vers!! PUT UR HANDS UP IF UR NOT GOOD AT THIS STUFF!!!! 😍😍

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ham1ltonshaderoom: girl band CHANGE! have released their new album ‘babylon’ and it has sent twitter in flames after the first tweet (pictured above) went viral. especially after the songs ‘lie to me’ and ‘want u back’ both contain lyrics that have sent fans of the power couple lando norris and y/n l/n spiralling. what do you all think of the drama ham1ltons?

user1: i do think it’s slightly suspicious… not necessarily a break up confirmation but it’s interesting. especially as she didn’t even bother to confirm or deny whether or not they’re still together on jimmy fallon….

user2: why do we speculate into these celebs lives? if they broke up, who cares and if they’re together… who cares?

hater1: who gives a fuck. she can’t even sing.

-> user3: you clearly gaf if you’re commenting under y/n related posts???

loveislanduk: don’t worry y/n! if need be, you can always find a new man on the island!

-> user98: messy asf 😭

user6: is tkl supposed to be y/n talking about how lando was super adored and that although he could have any girl, she’d be the only one who really loved him?

-> user4: tokyo love hotel is a homage to drummer’s japanese heritage not a lando worship song?? also it’s a metaphor for their heritages as three of them are women of colour who grew up in the west and saw their cultures exoticised.

-> user6: ‘yeah your fascination is my world’. that could be interpreted as her saying ‘your obsession is my boyfriend’.

-> user4: girl yeah but that’d be a lazy one would it not? lando ain’t that special 😭 i think that it’s reductionist to make everything she writes about a man and not her.

user44: calling the album babylon after the bible story? maybe they started with the idea of creating this amazing relationship and then grew apart? they stopped speaking each other’s language?

-> user56: maybe you need to put this energy into analysing your resume and figuring out why you’re still unemployed….

user65: idc if she broke up with that troll because that’d mean drummery/n will thrive!!

-> user9: um… u mean guitaristy/n??

-> user34: both wrong. bassisty/n is the best version!!!

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CHANGE’S INTERVIEW W/ JIMMY FALLON (transcript)

JIMMY FALLON: welcome, everyone! we have a special treat for you tonight. please give it up for the current leaders of the world charts, the incredible band CHANGE!"

(audience applause as the girls take their seats)

FALLON: alright, alright! now, there have been some rumours swirling around about your latest album and its connection to some personal matters. especially in regards to y/n. care to shed some light on that?

Y/N: well, jimmy, first of all, thank you for having us. i’m aware that there have been some rumours, but you know how it is. people love to speculate. our music is definitely personal, and yeah, it does reflect some of what's been going on in my life but i want to set the record straight. the songs on our album are inspired by a variety of our experiences, including relationships, but they're not always directly about any specific individuals. sometimes i’m inspired by other forms of media or my loved ones’ experiences. that’s the joy of making art, it can be whatever you want.

DRUMMER: yeah, and y/n is such a talented songwriter. she has this incredible ability to channel her emotions into our music and make you feel whatever she wants.

BASSIST: exactly. we're just here to make music that connects with people, and if our songs happen to resonate with someone going through a breakup? then we've done our job.

FALLON: is it true that you’re performing two songs for us tonight? can you confirm which ones?

GUITARIST: yes! we’re performing ‘want u back’ and ‘frankenstein’. both of our newest singles from babylon.

FALLON: well, you heard them, folks! get ready for an amazing performance from CHANGE!

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yourusername: we’re fine y’all perfectly fine please don’t call paw patrol.

user1: OH THANK GOD.

landonorris: she’s lying. i’m in my lemonade era…🍋

-> user23: you wish you could be that iconic. you’re in your dogwater era.

-> landonorris: UNPROVOKED???

user3: we needed this confirmation.

user8: PARENTS AREN’T DIVORCED WE WON 🙌

landonorris: now can you release the bonus tracks please please please 🙏🏼 ‼️😩

-> bassist: no :)

-> guitarist: yes :)

-> drummer: one of them is lying… guess who and i’ll send the whole album plus excluded tracks.

-> landonorris: … um 😅 guitarist?

-> drummer: WRONG ‼️ but i’m scared you’re gonna complain to y/n so i’ll send them over to you 🙄

user27: at least we’re back to having lando being CHANGE!’s biggest fans. what did he think of ‘exile’?

-> yourusername: he cried so hard he threw up.

-> user27: real shit.

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magdaluxe · 5 months

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the hatchetfield tumblr landscape must be absolutely batshit

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I won’t be on tumblr for a few weeks, summer camp’s got a no phones policy #blessed #summer #bible

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that-one-girls-blog-posts · 5 months

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you're confused about your emotions ? me too babe, here's a quick reading

I chose random images from my pinterest to read into your energy so you can choose randomly aswell, whatever speaks to you♡ also Idk what's with the 2016 songs today but I kept hearing random ones throughout this reading maybe there's some resonance for you

Pile 1

The Moon🌜

first off I'm hearing that song "we don't talk anymore" by Charlie Puth. So maybe you're dealing with some kind of loss right now, maybe a breakup, a fight with a loved one, a new chapter meaning you have to leave someone behind a little... if this is the case, or similar, allow yourself to be "thrown off" a little, those kinds of situations take adjusting and remember that nothing has to be forever. where I come frome we say : "thunderstorms clear the air" meaning that after a fight there's great potential for healthy communications and solving problems once and for all, for a peaceful and harmonic environment♡ A reading about your emotional state and I pull the moon, how well fitting. The answer truly lays on the inside with this one. no one can tell you how you truly feel exept for yourself! (and maybe your therapist) I think for most of you there's a new season starting and you're realising that it can't be all returning characters. Take some time to heal your relationship with relationships and analyze what and who is truly of good value to your life. you got this!

Pile 2

four of swords🗡 and page of pentacles🪙

for you I'm hearing that song "cold water" with Justin Bieber. And you actually need to take a jump into cold water. There's something you've been manifesting and now that it's slowly getting closer you're resisting the change. Maybe by refusing to let go ? It's like little kids now around Christmas, you can actually watch this happen with slight alterations, all the time. Their parents take them to the toystore so they can see what they like, and they child ofcourse find something but their parents tell them okay now time to go home and wait and see if Santa will bring it. But the kid clings to the shelves and doesn't wanna leave behind the thing they so desperately wanted. Little does it now that their parents just need to get them out of sight so "Santa" can buy the gift and deliver it WHEN IT IS TIME. let go of obsessing, overthinking and trying to "go the right path" and just let the story unfold, take it step by step even if its a little scary and you'll find yourself where you're supposed to be, you're so close already♡

Pile 3

seven of swords🗡

It's too heavy darling you can't carry all of that. You might think you do and you think you're so strong and abundant and successful for "having" all of that but then you wouldn't be feeling like this, would you? A burden, too much responsibility, too many goals or to do's for a person who only has 24hours in a day. I know the card typically speaks about actual betrayal but in this case it feels a little paranoid, like you're desperately trying to do it all on your own because your scared of beeing betrayed or someone messing with your vision or even catching evil eye. For you I'm hearing "Lady Marmalade" yk from Moulin Rounge !? I'm not sure how that fits in here and I never watched the movie but oh well, maybe you know what to do with this information. There could be something about sisterhood and sharing a problem (could be workload or talking about problems...). You might have that lonely wolf mindset, but no matter how strong you are, out there, beeing alone can get you killed. I keep seeing pictures of spiritual communities and churches, you might wanna be looking for something like a mediation or yoga class, bible study group, a coven.... depending on your beliefsystem! you're right not everyone is your friend but also not everyone is your enemy!

ps. reading back this comes off a little weird and I feel like I need to say this. please don't join a cult lol. If you are in some kind of group and things feel off, please take care of yourself♡

hope that helped <3

#aa #free reading #selfcare #self love #tarot #emotional health #tarotblr #pick a card #pick a pile #pick a picture #manifestation #intuitive readings #selfhelp

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lowkeyrobin · 1 month

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Curious about MCYT with a partner that's usually calm and collected, suddenly being super angry at someone bothering them, maybe almost fighting the person brothering them? (Btw i really love your writing, it's super fun to read!!)

ooooo okay !! I see the vision, hopefully I pulled it off LMAO ; also thank you so much!! that means so much to me, I feel like my writings really corny and dumb sometimes and too boring so thank you, it means a lot to me 🫶🫶🫶

MCYT ; fire in the twilight

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, & quackity

warnings ; language, talk about SA/perverts/men being weird

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

you're a very calm person

but when you get mad you get maddddd

he's surprised you haven't beaten the shit out of him yet

someone was being kinda weird at a meet and greet at vidcon and you were already stressed and overstimulated from taking pictures with everyone and signing merch and youtooz (guys should I try buying the slimecicle plushie? I don't wanna support a bad company but he's so cute :()

someone took a picture of you stretching where your shirt lifted a bit and showed off your midsection

Tommy saw and immediately called them out while you were taking a solo pic w a fan

when you heard him you just froze and nearly yelled

"Hey, please delete that. out of your trash too, seriously"

"Dude, fucking delete that shit. that's not okay, actually."

you end up nearly beating the shit out of the person....

then comes the Twitch apology 😭😭

you nearly went into a spiral explaining that it's never okay to take photos of ppl without them knowing, no matter when or where

he feels really bad for you but you're able to sit down and calm down to your usual self 🫶🫶🫶

TUBBO

you got really heated while you got matched up with a bigot random on valorant

you were playing with Tommy and Tubbo on squads

this mf set you OFF

they were talking some homophobic, transphobic, racist ass shit and you just lost it

you were READY for this bitch bro

Tommy and tubbo just sat back in silence because they knew you were gonna go off

"one, why do you trust your fuckass government so much?? two, your statements are completely wrong, it takes one google search. three, you're a bitch edge lord, four, no, I don't think I'm cool because I'm a streamer with a platform. five, you're completely wrong about gay people in general, you're doing the exact same thing being a Bible thumper right now. six, shut up! who fucking cares? how much of a loser do you have to be to hate people so much?"

the random just left out of embarrassment and you have to sit afk for a moment and catch your breath

"You okay, y/n?" tubbo asks

dude them and all your chats are worried about you bro

"yeah, sorry. that just... fuck, like, how are people so hateful?"

he reposts a clip of it on tik tok afterward LMAO

genuinley thanks you a little while after you properly calm down because it would've gotten bad if you didn't go off

gives you a little hug and stuff

"thanks for being my little guard dog"

RANBOO

you were getting fed up with how people were treating you and them online and just kinda lost it on stream

your chat was filled with assholes wondering where people were and why you hadn't publicly talked to them in over 12 hours and what your plans with everything were etc etc

"Dude, please stop. all of you. for weeks this has been going on, stop putting me and ranboo on these pedestals and expecting shit from us. seriously, it's horrible for both of us and our health. if you wanna see Tubbo or Tommy, go watch them! they're both live right now. Seriously, it's not funny and it's not gonna make us pump out more content and do what you want. we're people too, we get sad and burned out and tired. eventually content creation gets unfun and you won't get what you want. behave yourselves and do better. we don't owe you anything"

ranboo literally tears up a bit because he was watching the stream in the other room and could hear you, and you were visibly tearing up

you could feel your hands shaking and you just kind of ended the stream because you were so worked up and didn't wanna do it anymore

he immediately wrapped you in a hug because you were just so angry

gave you a pillow to punch and left you be for a while

you're usually very calm but your emotions exploded when you were bottling it up too much

they understood that but their heart bled for you after that, especially w all the hate that came from it :/

FREDDIE BADLINU

people were throwing things at you on stage during Tommy's live show

you played it off as jokes and were fine with jt because they were doing it sneakily in a fun way, roses, kandi bracelets, plushies etc, until someone threw their bra at you

"Okay, can we not?" You scrunch your eyebrows, looking into the crowd as you throw the bra back into the crowd. "That's fucked, don't ever do that again, learn event etiquette. never throw your bras on a fucking stage, it's weird and disgusting"

Freddie looks over at you, standing next to Tommy, giving you a "Holy shit are you okay?" look while also looking for the culprit trying to get their bra back

Tommy instantly stopped the show to reprimand the person

meanwhile Freddie was whispering to you to make sure you were okay

you were pissed but put your big kid pants on and continued the show

you apologized on Twitter after the show because you were really loud and kind of humiliated the people but you were justified with the situation

the people (and the girl who owned the bra) apologized and the situation was over

Freddie feels so bad bc you're so calm and laid back but ppl always have to test your limits :(

NIKI NIHACHU

people were filming you two out in public and taking pictures and you kinda lost it that they weren't listening to niki, telling them to kindly stop

"can you stop taking pictures? she's uncomfortable, please stop." you speak in a stern voice

the fans just like stare at you in shock because you're usually very calm and chill and you basically yelled at them (you reprimanded them because one it's the law two you both didn't want to be disturbed on your walk)

you're in a miserable mood the whole way home because yk how twitters gonna act when they see that

you quickly make a statement before any video leaks or anything, addressing the situation and apologizing to the strangers

ppl got ur back tho and showed support considering they were filming you on a nice walk without consent

she feels so bad seeing you get upset about it and feels like it's her fault

lots of reassuring her that it's never her fault and you're always happy to defend her and you don't mind getting a little loud to defend her

ALEX QUACKITY

you got really upset with someone harassing a bunch of creators during the qsmp Brazil meetup

"Dude, leave them alone. they don't want to take a picture with you and they don't owe you anything! you're being creepy to all those women right now, do you not realize that or something?"

you were furious seeing that many on your friends, even while on a trip, couldn't just not be harassed by men

the weirdo scurried off but you were literally this close to fighting the fucker

you were seething dude, like, shaking because you were so astonished someone could actually be that pushy and that much of a dick over a picture

Alex wrapped you in a tight hug and just squeezed you until you calmed down while the poor people who were harassed had reassured you that they were okay and that they appreciated and thanked you for standing up for them

Alex genuinley apologizes because the way you reacted just proved to him that you definitely are calm and laid back but when you got angry, you got angry

he feels so bad because you had to stand up for your friends and watch them be harassed and shit

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #ranboo x reader #quackity x reader #badlinu x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #niki nihachu x reader #nihachu x reader #alex quackity x reader #quackityhq x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #mcyt x gn reader #they/them reader

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apoemaday · 2 days

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The Rules

by Kyle Carrero Lopez

after Adrian Piper

1. I will always mean what I say.

(In all things art, put quality first. Being a dick can fly, to a point, if you know they’ll coin it “sass.” Shake the dice. Switch the code. Girls and gays: that’s Bible. Pre-Bible, really — a duo waaay back to cuneiform slabs. Not really. It’s all too yum to make stuff like that up. I been Mister Jester from the jump, stay tellin’ tall tales. Stay worried what could come if I stop being fun. How the glances change, how they might do me, what I might do.)

2. I will always do what I say I am going to do.

(Never ever date a babe with your name. Put some drama in each umbrella unfurl. Walk like you know where you’re going, where you come from. Like a too-loud blouse from a not-close friend, discomfort’s a gift I’ll quickly return. I’m a bill on Capitol Hill; I sing the body electorate. Your contracts for you ain’t for me to sign. If contraction’s not an option, be massive: Fagamemnon. Break any rule that would break you.)

3. I will always be too expensive to buy.

(At brokest broke I took seven caramel chews from a book launch, ate ’em all, called it a night. Was this a queering of dinner? Time is money in that I got neither. My sweet friend Mikey once paid half my March rent. Though I’m not much one to pray — I sit by a dad who resembles my uncle D with a baby in a stroller lookin’ just like one of my cousins, we’re waiting for the A train, I’m dying to tell him his son, a sleepy, pouting dahlia sprout, is so angelic, so darling, but no guarantee it’d go well, assumptions create assumptions create silence — I’m not a girl, not yet a father, who the fuck am I to this man but guise of gay voice, gay shirt, shadow, beard; the A arrives, we board separate cars — my eyes shut with the doors. I hold tight to the handrail, ask something please, please, hold them.)

#poetry #kyle carrero lopez #the rules

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graceshouldwrite · 11 months

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How to Write Devastating Betrayals (Pt. 1)

Here are some elements + tips on satisfying betrayals that will destroy both your characters AND your readers!

1. Relationship Between Trust and Betrayal

The #1 Betrayal Rule:

MORE TRUST = WORSE BETRAYAL

This is because TRUST implies 2 main things:

The traitor has probably PROVEN their trustworthiness, and now has a shared history + bond with the character they’re betraying

The traitor probably has access to a LOT OF INFORMATION about the character, whether it’s career-wise or personal. Probably at least some information the character considers STRICTLY confidential

An act of betrayal undermines Point 1 by manipulating Point 2 to their advantage.

So, if you want your betrayal to DESTROY, have the traitor be CLOSE with the character they’re about to betray. Lets compare examples:

you are a gang boss. You hire a new recruit who doesn’t really know anything except one insignificant operation, like “today we buy groceries at 2PM”

your recruit tells the rival gang about the grocery trip

→ betrayal doesn’t really matter that much

you probably didn’t place much trust in a new recruit

the implications of information leak are insignificant

→ not much plot weight

On the other hand:

you find out that the entire time, your RIGHT HAND MAN (also your childhood friend!) has been feeding information to the rival gang and sabotaging your operations

→ HURTS a lot more emotionally

might ruin everything you’ve built, career-wise, for good

→ LOTS of plot weight

From a completely SECULAR PLOT STANDPOINT (please don’t come for me, theologians), Judas’ betrayal of Jesus is a good example because:

Judas was one of Jesus’ disciples, a.k.a. the people considered closest to him, and who followed Jesus throughout all of his preaching years

Judas’ information about Jesus’ identity and whereabouts led to Jesus’ crucifixion → LOTS of plot weight (the entire Bible from a Christian standpoint foreshadows this moment, and every point after is spreading word of this moment. Talk about plot implications!)

ONCE AGAIN, I know all the “Jesus knew and allowed it to happen” “it was the will of God” stuff but this is purely used as a good plot example!!!!

2. Reason for Betrayal

“’Cause it’s super edgy/evil/cool” is DEFINITELY not a valid option.

All the plot points in a book build towards achieving a goal, and all the characters do things they think will get them closer to what they want. Likewise, the traitor must want a specific thing that ONLY betrayal can get them, or that betrayal can get them more efficiently.

People generally portray typical traitors as:

completely selfish with no personality trait aside from infinite ambition and ruthless pragmatism

a hero whose had enough

someone who sees the person they betrayed as a “worthless disposable” or something

Traitors don’t have to be morally bankrupt, even though betrayal is typically seen as something inherently bad, or just a bad means to a good end at best.

They can be conflicted about the betrayal (like Macbeth delaying his murder of King Duncan), remorseful about it (like Discord from MLP feeling super guilty after he hands the main protagonists over to the villain), or even do it for the “greater good.”

e.g. Brutus thought Caesar was becoming too power hungry, and would destroy the republic by becoming a dictator, so Brutus betrayed him to preserve the republic

→ example of a betrayal that was NOT self-serving

However, building on the MLP Discord example, a traitor can also have been manipulated into it themselves.

(For context, the villain basically promised Discord lots of power if he handed over the protagonists, but then the villain also sucked away Discord’s powers afterwards—won’t bother explaining MLP magic mechanics LOL)

3. Foreshadow It

A satisfying betrayal is usually a subtle, looming shadow that creeps over your plot before it makes its grand entrance during the scene when the character realizes the traitor sold them out.

A good example is in Shakespeare’s dramatization of Brutus’ betrayal:

Brutus’ loyalty to the REPUBLIC is made super clear throughout. When Caesar starts deviating, seeming more dictatorial, Brutus remains firm.

Their values are CLEARLY conflicting, so SOMETHING has to be done. Either:

they reconcile by both agreeing on either dictatorship or democracy

they turn on each other...and that’s what happens

Basically, planting the possibility in your reader’s mind is a great way to foreshadow a betrayal.

Other ideas could be:

traitor begins suddenly acting a lot warmer to the unsuspecting character, or even colder right BEFORE the betrayal

traitor is always TOO obedient and/or sycophantic

traitor acts suspicious, e.g. caught in lies, using inconsistent body language (ex. pretending to cry when talking about something really bad), caught talking to people they shouldn’t be talking to (e.g. rival gang)

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stay tuned for part 2!

Hope this was helpful, and let me know if you have any questions by commenting, re-blogging, or DMing me on IG. Any and all engagement is appreciated <3333

Happy writing, and have a great day!

- grace <3

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not-a-robot-i-swear-really · 7 months

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OK so I was listening to TV girls album who really cares while drawing our favorite black punk and that made me think when the song heaven is a bedroom came on I just immediately thought of them so could you please write a song fic

A/N: Thanks for the request! I’ve never written a songfic before, so I enjoyed getting to stretch my writing muscles with this one. Also, the lyrics are not in chronological order, I just added them according to how they fit the fic, lol

I have no idea what time period Hobie’s universe is set in, but for the sake of this fic and all future ones I’ll say it’s the 80s. Also, this takes place early on in his time as Spider-Punk, so he might be OOC.

Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: about 2k

Warnings: No y/n for this one, implied sexual content but nothing explicit, Hobie smokes some weed but reader doesn't

I confess to thinking sex was my salvation

When really they just start with the letter 'S'

You'll forgive me for thinking heaven was her bedroom

It's as close as I would ever get

Hobie Brown didn’t think he was going to heaven. He didn’t believe in it anyway; he always thought the bible was just a distraction, a cudgel for the upper class to keep people praying for more instead of fighting for more.

But if there was ever a place that felt like heaven, it was here, in your bedroom.

He took a deep breath and blew it out, the smell of the weed he brought mingling with the high-class perfume you wore. Beside him, you stirred from your half-asleep state and lazily dragged a hand down his bare chest. You looked up at him through thick eyelashes – fake ones, probably the best your parents’ money could buy – and parted kiss-swollen lips to speak:

“Are you gonna leave soon?” Your voice quivered with something Hobie couldn’t quite recognize, or maybe he just didn’t want to recognize it. You asked him this question every time he came over, when all was said and done and the two of you had worn each other out. Sometimes he answered, sometimes he didn’t but regardless the answer was always no.

“Why don’t you just kip down for the night, yeah?” His voice was hazy with smoke, but the words rang loud and clear in your head. You didn’t respond, only fluttering your eyes closed.

Hobie would be gone by the time you woke up. He always was. It wasn’t because he hated you – it was the exact opposite. London wasn’t exactly known for being quiet these days, not when there were so many supervillains out and about. A good few of them had declared themselves as Hobie’s archnemeses, or Spider-Punk’s archnemeses really.

Hobie was never one to follow the rules, especially not those of the Spider-Society’s, but this was something different. If people found you and found out that you knew – and laid with – the man behind the resistance…

Hobie doesn’t think he would ever forgive himself if you got hurt.

And I remember how the pillows felt like clouds

Or was it the other way around

And how your neighbor came in to yell at you

When the party got too loud

He remembered the day he first met you like it was yesterday.

He heard a rumor that your dad was working for the Kingpin. That night when he first met you, your parents was supposed to have been gone on a “business trip.” Hobie had assumed the house would be empty, which would leave him free to look for any evidence of connection between your dad and the supervillain.

Imagine his surprise then, when he got there and found it overflowing with people.

“Looks like someone’s havin’ a bit of a knees-up, eh?” He muttered to himself as he landed on the rooftop. He peered through one of the skylights and squinted through the flashing lights to see the party. Inside the house were dozens of teenagers and young adults, bumping and grinding to what could only be described as the unholy child of capitalism and pop music. He recognized a good few of the people there too – all children of politicians and businesspeople, or others involved in upholding the regime.

This didn’t interest Hobie at all. He liked a good party as much as the next person, but this was just getting in the way of him investigating. He was ready to just leave, come back another time – but then came an angry knock at the front door, barely loud enough to pierce through the blaring music.

You came down the stairs with an expression on your face and dressed like every fashion model he had ever met. Hobie knew it was your party because you happened to look a lot like your father. When you got to the door and opened it, you were met with a red-faced older woman, almost assuredly about to launch into a tirade about your party.

With you distracted, he crawled down the side of the house and slid into the first unlocked window he could find. It was your bedroom.

Admittedly, it did look quite nice. It wasn’t just useless décor overflowing with ostentatiousness, there was actually taste here (he couldn’t say the same about the rest of the house though). He let out a low whistle as he looked around. He plopped down onto your bed, sinking into the plush pillows and almost let out a moan at how good they felt. It was like laying on a cloud.

He didn’t get too much time to enjoy it though. You came back to your bedroom just a moment later.

At first you just stared at him. Then, tensely you said, “You must be the Spider-man.”

“Oy, it’s Spider-Punk!” He rebutted indignantly.

You just sniffed at that. “If you’re looking for dad, he’s not here.” You sat at your vanity, sliding off your heels as you spoke. “He’s off in Dubai with his new ‘work friend.’”

“Awfully calm right now, considering me. Your old man would have a right fit wouldn’t he?”

You scoffed bitterly, “He wouldn’t care. He never does.”

“’Bout me being here or ‘bout you?” You only lifted an eyebrow in response.

“I know you’re not here for nothing. What do you want?”

“Little birdie told me your Da’s been getting up to some shady business. Any chance you know somethin’ ‘bout that?”

“He never tells me anything. But…” You paused to light up a cigarette, “I know his office is downstairs in the library. He’s got it hidden behind a bookcase or something.”

“Right then. S’pose I should get going.” But he didn’t. Instead, he hesitated right at the door.

Hobie didn’t know why he paused at the doorway. He had already got what he wanted. Something about the weariness on your face, the melancholy, just made him think. He could have just chalked it up to the typical rich kid boredom, but he had reason to think there was more to it.

And when I snuck into your living room

And I wished that you would follow

At first you didn't but then you did

And it was already tomorrow

Hobie had left as soon as he had found the files on your dad’s computer; something about a deal going down that would provide the regime with newer tougher weapons. But then the next morning he went back to your house. It was stupid, he knew.

Last night you were feeling generous and there was no reason you would be that morning. But he snuck into your living room anyway in the hopes of… He didn’t actually know yet.

For a moment he just stood there on the plush white carpet. Hobie toed the edge with a spiked boot, turning over what he was going to say when you got there.

“You’re still here?” came a groggy voice. He whipped around to face the voice – his spider-sense hadn’t gone off at all – to find you at the top of the stairs, disheveled and wiping crust from your eyes.

“…Figured I should give you a heads up.”

“Heads-up? About what?”

“Your old man’s got a big deal going down. Some new weapons he’s handing over to the Kingpin.” And to the regime, but it’s not like you would care about the resistance’s plight, would you?

“Oh… I guess your friends would be in trouble then. The resistance or whatever you call it.” He stood corrected. “But what am I supposed to? He wouldn’t listen to me if I told him to stop.”

“He might not. But that doesn’t mean there’s no way for you to help.”

“You mean… You want me to spy?”

“More like be my mate on the inside, yeah?”

“...That’s all?”

“That’s all. Think about it.” Hobie turned to leave, perching on the window sill.

“Wait!” He looked back at you, an apprehensive look on your face “Do you mean mate as in… friends?”

Hobie only nodded in response.

This was the first of many meetings between the two of you.

New York City's cold and when you love someone you should hold on to them so tightly

Till you crush them

Or they wriggle from your grasp

You don't just stand there and say nothing

But at least I learned my lesson

When Hobie had finally smoked the last of the blunt, and you had gotten up to take a shower, he found himself posed with a question. Should he stay this time or leave like he always does.

He takes one of his bracelets and spins around in his fingers as he ponders, turning it this way and that as he ponders. As he did, you came out the shower wrapped in a light pink bathrobe – he remembered telling you that it looked good on you – and sat next to him quietly.

“I’m leaving for New York soon.” You said suddenly, your voice like a bucket of ice water dumped over his head.

“What? When?” Hobie didn’t try to hide his shock; there had been no indication that things between you two would change, this weird relationship you had.

“A week, I think. Kingpin hasn’t been too happy with my dad lately. Dad’s moving us there to try and fix things with him.”

“But why bring you with him? Can’t you just stay here?”

“You know why I can’t do that, Hobie.”

He slid a hand down his face. What was he meant to do now? This relationship between you two… You weren’t lovers, but you weren’t friends either, and you certainly weren’t friends with benefits. What the two of you had was unique. Hobie had never felt the way he felt about you with anyone else.

“…Are you going to stay?”

Silence.

“Are you going to stay? Just this once Hobie?”

He said nothing. He should have said something.

You got up silently and disappeared into the hallway.

“…I’ll meet you there. I swear I will,” Hobie said, a quiet declaration to himself.

If I ever make it to New York

Like I said that I would

Would it do me any good?

Three years. It took three years for Hobie Brown to make good on his promise. Three years of thinking, of fighting, of wondering of the point of him even coming to see you.

He had left you a pager that last night before you left for New York, something to at least let you know he was still alive. He had sent a message every week religiously, like he was going to Mass. You never responded, but the messages always went through.

He had thought early on that seeing you again would never happen – that it wasn’t meant to happen. There had been so many reasons for him to not make good on it: he had people back home relying on him, that whole thing with the Spider-Society, and of course there was the possibility that you just wouldn’t want to see him again.

Peter B had convinced him otherwise. Handed him a bouquet and a ticket and said, “You know what to do, Hobie.”

So, he went. Now here he stood, right before the house you had told him you would be living in before you left. He felt like a kid again, like he had asked you on his first date or something. Maybe he might get to do just that. Take you out on a real date, instead of slinking around with you.

With a deep breath, he raised a hand and knocked – once, twice, thrice.

You opened it.

Hobie spoke. “You, er, wanna try this again? Actual date this time?”

You took the flowers from his hand, inhaled their scent deeply, then looked up at him through thick lashes.

“I’d love to.”

A/N: Really enjoyed writing this one, hope y'all enjoyed it too! Thanks again for the request ❤ I have another one comping up soon, hopefully I'll have that posted tomorrow

I'm thinking about starting up a taglist, let me know what you guys think about it

Bye ~ ❤

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lady-raziel · 3 days

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For the record does the Watcher thing going on mean it's immoral to consume Watcher content now?

this is a strange ask, and i'm also aware that this was sent before the update video came out and the news might change whether or not you care, so assuming this is a genuine question that you're asking because you really want my take on it (people try to ask "gotcha" questions in asks all the time, so you have to take things with a grain of salt), i will answer this genuinely.

it is not up to me, or anyone else for that matter, to decide what media in your life is "moral" or not. morals are complicated. morals are squishy. morals can and should change as you grow and evolve and sticking to one steadfast idea of what is right and wrong has gotten a lot of people in trouble for basically the whole of human history. it's up to you to decide what you believe in, while taking care to make sure that the same things you're standing for aren't the ones you're going to fall for. it's really important that you make up your mind for yourself about how everything from your politics and religion to what you buy and yes, what media you consume, fits into your own sense of morality. big picture shit-- that's how you become a well-rounded person who doesn't get taken advantage of by the countless people who want to sell you their ideas of right and wrong to serve their own motives.

it's hard, i get it, to not just say "well, xyz group of people says this thing is bad, and i agree with them about other stuff, so i'll just go along with them." we all bandwangon to a certain extent, whether for the sake of convenience or to be accepted by those we respect or many other reasons. i do this too, certainly-- there's no need to share every opinion you have on the internet with everyone even if it's not controversial.

but please, if i'm able to impress on you anything that you can take away from my silly blog, it would be that you shouldn't let other people decide what media is "right" or "wrong" to watch based on THEIR moral sensibilities. Use your best judgement and decide that for yourself, based on what you believe. Someone is always going to disagree with you. Sometimes a lot of someones are going to disagree with you. Don't let that stop you from exercising your right to have your own opinion.

Consuming a certain type of media does not automatically make you a good and/or bad person. Lots of bad shit happens in the bible. lots of moral shit can happen in a porn-filled 50-part destiel omegaverse mpreg deconstruction of gender norms too. (i'm making that second one up, but i have no doubt someone will send me an ask later wondering if i'm referring to a specific fic. no. but godspeed.)

i'm pontificating now. i like to take small things and make them into big, important things. that's my poison of choice. but yeah. this is a question you have to answer for yourself if you want the answer to mean anything real.

#do i put this in the main tag?#i think...everyone has heard enough from me today #i will let the big questions of life remain comfortably on my blog for the dedicated follower willing to slog through markiplier memes

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santoteez · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 - Day Five

Genre: Smut, sort of crack-ish?

Idol: Song Mingi of ATEEZ

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Roleplay, Stuck sex, MaintenanceMan!Mingi, CollegeStudent!Reader, Oral (f receiving), unprotected sex

The soft humming of the dryer could be heard throughout the house as Y/N got started on another load. She dumped her darks-the largest load- into the washer. She reached for the detergent and fabric softener from the shelf above. She was preparing to pour the soap into its compartment when she noticed something shiny catching the light from inside the tumbler. She squinted before realizing it was a pair of her earring dangling from the rips on a pair of jeans.

“How did that get there?” She mumbled to herself, reaching for the piece of jewelry. The task was easier said than done, as the hoops were just out of reach. She tiptoed as far as she could go, letting out a noise of triumph as she held onto the earrings. She tried to lift herself out of the machine. Once, twice. Her brows furrowed in confusion. She turned her head, noticing that not only had her bracelet gotten caught in one of the holes in the tumbler, but her shirt was also bunched up in the groove of the machine.

She was stuck with no way out.

Panicking, she reached out for her phone which was on the counter next to the laundry basket. But due to her shirt being stuck, there was only so much she could lean over. She huffed in annoyance. Her roommate wouldn’t be back until late. Maybe she would come back…if Y/N could just reach that damn phone.

“God, I know we don’t have that great a relationship, but please just get me out of here. I’ll go back to church, I’ll even buy a new bible. Just please get me out of this.” She rambled.

Her impromptu prayer session was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Maintenance.” The deep voice called out.

Y/N’s face lit up. Maybe, just maybe, God had sent her help in the form of a six-foot-tall man with jet-black and blue hair.

“Mingi! There’s a key under the doormat. Can you let yourself in?” She shouted, hoping she was loud enough to be heard.

There was a silence, and just when she contemplated shouting a second time, she heard a key turn in the lock.

“You really got to find a better place to keep that spare, you know? The doormat is the first place someone would look. Especially since you don’t have one of those obviously fake houseplants.” He called out, setting the key on a table near the door. “Where are you, anyway?”

“In the laundry room!”

“...Well, can you come out? We have to talk about the leak in your kitchen.”

“Yeah, about that. Can you come here?”

“Why? Is there a leak there too? I’m starting to believe you poke holes in shit just to see me.”

“Mingi, I’m begging you. Just come here.”

“Okay, okay. I’m coming.” Mingi set his toolbox down near the entrance of the kitchen before making his way down the stairs.

Now, Mingi has seen many things in his time as a handyman. Toilets clogged with the unthinkable, fridge door dangling off the hinges, naked grannies, the works.

But none of that could prepare him for the sight that awaited him in the laundry room. He froze at the doorway as he took it all in: Y/N bent at the waist with her top half inside the washing machine, her ass peeking out of her barely-there lounge shorts, and her feet just barely grazing the tiling below.

Mingi knew he should say something before it became obvious he was gawking. He pleaded for his stupid brain to say something, anything.

“What are you doing?” He settled for that. Not the brightest thing he could’ve said, but it was something.

Y/N turned around, managing to see just enough of Mingi to confirm he was there. “Mingi! Thank God. Quick, help me out of here.” She squirmed, and Mingi took note of how her thighs jiggled from the action.

“Damn. No ‘please’?” He asked, crossing the threshold of this rather dangerous situation.

“Fine. Please help me out of here.”

He tsked. “You don’t really sound like you want my help.”

“Mingi, I’ve been stuck for the past 15 minutes. I just want out of here. My bracelet is stuck and so is my shirt. Please just help me.”

He walked around. Her shirt was indeed stuck and exposing more than he was sure she’d like him to see.

He wrapped his fingers around her bare torso, giving her an experimental tug toward him which changed nothing.

“If that would’ve worked, I would be free already, Mingi.”

“Keep up the sassy comments and I’ll go home.”

“No, no. I’m sorry.”

He sighed, his hand traveling up in an attempt to find where the shirt was bunched up.

He couldn’t quite find the snag, but the pads of his fingers definitely felt warm little nubs that hardened at the sudden touch.

He was ready to apologize. Ready to back off. Ready to just hand her some scissors and pay her back for the shirt. But then he heard it.

The moan that escaped her lips.

Despite praying to be taken out of the washer a few minutes ago, Y/N was now thanking the heavens she was still there. She couldn’t imagine what she’d do if she had to face Mingi after that. She hadn’t even realized it happened for the first few seconds. It was as if her body was acting on its own.

“Are you okay?” Mingi asked, the only statement running through his head that seemed appropriate at the moment.

“Y-yes. I’m fine.” She mumbled.

“I’m just asking you know, it seems like you’re pretty …sensitive-”

“Mingi.”

“Okay! Okay. Just didn’t expect such responsiveness from a light graze.”

“Well, it was unexpected. Plus, it’s been a while.” Her voice trailed off, but Mingi caught it.

“Really? How long?”

Y/N shrugged, knowing he couldn’t see her anyway. “Couple months? Almost a year, actually.”

Mingi’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really? I wouldn’t expect that from a college student.”

“What does that mean? And you act like you are so much older than college-age people.” She scoffed. They were only 3 years apart, and she was already a senior in college.

“I never went, though. I guess I just assumed.” He ran a finger up the back of her thigh, watching as she flinched at the contact. “Tell you what. I have a proposition for you.”

Y/N felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. “What are you proposing?”

“You haven’t fucked in a while. I can fuck you right now. Provide some relief to your sensitive body.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. I’m flattered, but I’d much rather you get me out of here.”

“Well, if that’s your choice I have to respect it. But I’ll have you know, in order to get that bracelet out of the machine I would probably have to cut into it, wait until you get a replacement tumbler, and put that into the machine. That’s not even considering the damage I’d have to do to get the shirt out.”

“...So how much would all that be?” She asked, gasping when she heard the unspeakable number. “Mingi! I can’t afford that!”

He chuckled. “ I know. You can barely afford to pay me. How much do you owe me so far?”

“I’m working on that balance.” She grumbled.

“You’d have to add today on top of that, too.”

She groaned.

“If you take me up on my offer, I’ll take today off the total.”

“Completely?”

“It’ll be as if I was never here. Plus, you get to cum. It’s a win-win.”

Y/N sighed. There wasn’t much she could do in her predicament anyway. “I thought God answered my prayers when you knocked on the door. But there’s no way God sent you anywhere.” She sighed. “You have to promise you’ll get me out of here once you’re done.”

Mingi snorted. “Maintenance Man’s Honor.” He said, pulling her shorts down.

Y/N’s breath hitched as she felt him slide her panties down her legs so gently, she almost didn’t believe that he had taken them off until she saw them fall into the washing machine along with the other clothes inside. Y/N stared dumbfoundedly at the panties she clearly put on this morning. This was really happening.

“Now, we can have some real fun.” Mingi mused, sinking to his knees.

She gasped when she felt his tongue slip past her wet (wet? When did she find time to get wet?) folds, his swift licks showing her no mercy.

“Ha, fuck.” She sighed, her voice muffled as she dangled from the top of the machine.

“Yeah? Feel good?”

“It feels so good. Your tongue is so long, it’s filling me up.”

Mingi smirked against her skin, sliding his tongue in deeper, tasting the arousal that oozed out and dribbled down his chin. He suckled on her clit, strong hands holding her legs apart when she threatened to slam them closed. He turned around, sitting between her legs, thrusting his tongue into her sweet cunt while his nose gave her clit the attention it deserved.

Y/N panted, her free hand gripping the edge of the machine opening, desperate to ground herself somehow as she fell deeper into delirium.

Mingi flipped back and forth from long, languid licks to her folds and swift, harsh sucks to her clit, finding it impossible to focus on just one task. He groaned as he collected drop after drop of her arousal on his tongue, his cock hardening at the taste. He chuckled at her pitiful attempts to grind against his tongue, chasing her orgasm.

“You wanna cum, baby? Grinding this pretty pussy on my face trying to cum? Go ‘head, cum for me.”

Y/N let out a whine that rang in Mingi’s ears like church bells at noon. Her arousal ran down his face, trailing down his neck.

“Mingi.” She whimpered when he didn’t stop licking her cunt. “Just fuck me already.

“Patience, baby.” Mingi stood up from the floor, wiping his face with his sleeve. “I’ll take good care of you in just a minute.” He shrugged out of the top half of his uniform jumpsuit, pushing it and his boxers down just enough for his thick, veiny cock to spring out of its confinements.

He sighed as the bulbous tip of his cock slipped past her folds. “Hah, this pussy is unbelievable, baby. Pure heaven.” He smirked as his cock nestled inside her drenched walls.

“Mingi, hurry.” She muttered, clenching down on his length. She wasn’t sure if her head was spinning from the position she was stuck in, the need for friction, or both.

Grasping her left leg by the back of her knee, he pistoned his hips into her ass, his other hand gripping her waist.

Y/N squealed as his tip rubbed against her g-spot, his balls smacking against her clit only adding to the stimulation. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, barely aware of the drool pouring out of her agape mouth.

“Is this what you wanted, baby? For me to fuck you stupid?”

“Yes! Please, Mingi. Don’t stop, keep going.” She babbled, his name falling from her lips as if her life depended on it. Her body slid down the machine slightly, her shirt rising up and her breasts now fully exposed, dangling inside the tumbler.

He angled his hips, his cock now hitting that sweet spot with every thrust. “I’m not gonna last, baby. So you’ve gotta cum, okay?”

She nodded frantically. “I’m close, gonna cum. Cum inside me, please.”

Mingi’s pace slowed, his cum releasing inside her cunt in spurts. Y/N body shook, overwhelmed as her hole wept, both of their cum intertwined.

He marveled at the sight when he pulled out. “Look at that. That’s so hot.” He said, clearly out of breath.

“Okay, seriously. Get me out of here. I’ve had enough.”

Mingi laughed, reaching into the machine and unhooking her bracelet. He then yanked her shirt out as well, finally freeing her and helping her to her feet.

“How’s that for different?” He asked once she faced him.

She rolled her eyes, reaching up to peck his lips. “It was great, but I always prefer to see this face when I cum.”

Mingi hummed, stroking his chin. “True, I am a work of art after all. Maybe we can put a mirror in the machine before I fuck you next time?” He asked, wincing when she pinched him. “What? I’m serious!”

Y/N started to respond when she was interrupted by the dryer going off. They both turned to the beeping machine, its noises indicating the clothes were now dry and ready to fold.

“Just shut up and help me finish this laundry.” She said instead, handing him the detergent.

“Did you really have to do actual laundry? We were just roleplaying, you know.” He shoved his now flaccid cock back into his pants.

“We get to fuck and have clean clothes. Why wouldn’t I?” She asked.

“Guys! I’m home!”

“Laundry room!” Mingi called out.

The shorter woman headed down the stairs, smiling at the couple. “Hey! Laundry day?”

“You know how it is. “Y/N sighed.

The roommate nodded. “I think you spilled something on the floor, though. What is that?” She furrowed her brows.

Y/N met her gaze, freezing when she saw what had to be remnants of their lewd actions just a while ago.

Mingi peered down, then nudged Y/N’s arm. “What have I told you about spilling the fabric softener? Let me pour it from now on.” He pulled a tissue out of his uniform pocket, wiping up the mess.

“Oh, yeah. Mingi, how come you’re in uniform? Isn’t today your day off?”

“I got an emergency call this morning. Then, I came back home and the washer was acting weird, so I tweaked it a little. Somehow, I got stuck helping someone with the laundry.” He turned to Y/N, who stuck her tongue out at him.

The girl laughed, shaking her head. “Be grateful you have a handyman boyfriend, Y/N. He’s always helping out around here. Well, let me know when you’re done! I have to tell you all about that guy from last night.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“Can’t wait!” Y/N chimed, watching her head back up the stairs before letting out a deep breath. “You have a response for everything, don’t you?” She asked Mingi, who just smiled at her. “Well, thanks. I had no idea what I was gonna tell her.”

“I got your back, baby,” Mingi said, leaning in to kiss her.

Happy Ateez Anniversary <3

-pluto

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welldonebeca · 1 year

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i could have chosen (and yes, I would) - 2

Summary: To form an alliance with another Kingdom, your father arranges a marriage between you and James, the duke of Barnes and best friend of King Steve I of a neighbouring kingdom, and you struggle to make a relationship out of your arranged union. WC: 1.1k words Warnings: Arranged Marriage. Medieval AU. Light angst.

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You stared down at the angular gable hood waiting for as Anne pined your hair back.

“Did you tell her I won’t wear it?” you asked.

Your friend stopped and looked at you through the mirror.

“She says you will,” she pointed out, continuing. “That the round bonnet is…”

Anne’s words stopped, and you turned to her, angry.

Every day, that woman worked hard to make your life worse, as if she had a vendetta against you to make your life miserable.

“Indecent,” she finished, hissing. “To have your hair out and showing like that, like the disgraced Queen.”

You scoffed. Disgraced… the Boleyn queen was unfairly judged and cast aside, so he could marry his third wife. She had done nothing wrong.

“Please, Y/N,” she spoke softly, reaching for you and raising your chin, making you look at your face. “It’s just one more day. Before the mid-day, you’ll be married, and you’ll wear whatever hood you want.”

You looked away, not wanting to fight her in this. It was a nice hope from her, that you would have freedom after this. But would you?

How many words had you exchanged with your husband? Ten would be too many.

James could be even worse than your stepmother. Some men would physically punish their wives whenever they did something they disliked.

Still, you stayed quiet as she pined the squared bonnet on your head, pining and placing it, and you sighed before standing up.

“Alright, then,” you decided. “Let’s go before we are dragged out.”

There were rules about getting married in the church, though they mostly didn’t count with alliances. For three days Holy Days, you were supposed to go and tell the priest that you two agreed that you were going to get married, and he would ask if you had any reasons why you should be married. You didn’t have to do all of that, considering your position, but still, you did. It was to make sure there you hadn’t gotten married in secret to each other or anyone else - something weirdly easily to do.

But you hadn’t gotten married secretly to anyone, nor had he, apparently, if his priest’s letter was to be believed. So there was no reason you two wouldn’t get married.

You rode alone in your carriage up to the church. Your father and his wife were in another one, with your little brothers, and Anne was with the few servants that had been invited to the ceremony. None of your sisters had come with you and you didn’t have any friends to be your company.

Everyone, however, was waiting outside to watch it as your carriage stopped, and you quickly caught sight of your husband-to-be, looking positively bothered as he stepped to the door by your side.

“Your Royal Highness,” he mumbled, not a lot louder than the way your heart was thundering in your ears. “Good morning.”

“Your Serene Highness,” you spoke back. “Good morning.”

James guided you out of the vehicle and guided you to the door of the church, where the local priest was waiting.

“Your Highness,” he looked at you and then at your husband-to-be. “Your highness.”

You grabbed your own hands, squeezing your own fingers tightly as you tried to calm your pumping heart.

“Do you take each other in marriage?” he asked.

You breathed in deep, and before you could say it first, your husband-to-be did.

“I do.”

You turned to him, surprised, and James turned slowly to look at your face, waiting. He was beautiful but so unwelcoming.

“I do,” you answered, at last.

The Priest nodded, and reached for someone at his side, taking a bible, and you watched as James stepped up to him, placing your wedding rings on it, and you all stood quiet as the priest raised his voice in Latin, blessing them, and you turned to your side to face your husband when he picked up the smaller ring.

He raised a single hand, pushing the ring to your fourth finger on your right hand, eyes focused right on your face when you glanced up at his face.

“Now you, your highness,” the priest whispered when you didn’t first move.

You nodded, and grabbed it, propping his right hand with one of yours to keep his hand steady, and shivered at his warmth before pushing the golden ring onto his fourth finger.

The priest blessed you, at last, and raised his voice to the group around you.

“I now declare you married,” he announced loudly. “And must everyone here serve as a witness.”

It sounded more simple than it really was, didn’t it? A few words, and you were married.

You took in a deep breath, trying to relax, and looked at your side when your husband-to… well, your husband now, raised his arm to offer it to you, so you two could step inside.

Everyone followed you as you did, and James guided you to the altar step as the church filled up.

“If I take the wings of the morning and swell in the uttermost parts of the sea, ever there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me,” the priest recited, eyes focused on his book. “If I say ‘Surely the darkness shall cover me and the light about me be night,’ even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is bright as the day, for darkness if as light with you. For you formed my inwards part; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works, I know it very well.”

He raised his head from the little book, and then looked at the two of you.

“You may kneel,” he instructed you.

You fell onto your knees quietly and closed your eyes when a veil was slowly placed over your heads, and James looked down at your face, looking a little more relaxed than before.

“Are you alright, my lady?” he whispered.

Your eyes widened in surprised at his questions.

The only time he had even spoken to you after greeting you were to answer the priest.

“Yes, my lord,” you whispered back. “Thank you.”

Your shoulders fell as you relaxed, a little less fearful. At least he cared enough to ask about you, and that was more than you had ever expected of a husband.

The priest stared praying, and you closed your eyes, but looked right down when he reached for your left hand and gave your fingers - so small compared to his - a soft squeeze, almost as if assuring you that the worst was almost over.

You wondered how much of this he even wanted.

Just as soon as he held your hand, he dropped it, and you only realised the prayer was over when the veil was removed from over your head.

Your husband stood up, and offered you a hand to help you do the same, and you faced the priest together once more.

“I now declare you married,” he announced once more to the group. “And must everyone here serve as a witness.”

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tismrot · 4 months

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SOUTH DOWNS COTTAGE: Christened by Aziraphale’s 🍑💦 in 1991

You read that right! After making themselves young for a 💊party💊, they 🌶️ for days until going to the South Downs for the lulz and end up buying a home. And what does one do when buying a home? More 🌶️, of course.

Am I going to Hell for writing this? Read HERE if you’d like to go there with me✨

I headcanon that Crowley can’t taste food, it tastes like dust in his mouth (cursed by God, read the Bible, etc). But he can taste his angel, which means he can add yoghurt to the very short list of tastes he’s allowed to enjoy.

TW: 🔞🍆🍆💊✝️🍎🐍🗡️🔥🛐🍦✋

I made a few new words this time; wapping. Enchoir. I am ridiculously pleased with myself for this one, and I wrote it while 🍷 and 🍃 , so that goes to show everyone I definitely should NOT cut back (hey, I’m joking).

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artobotsrollout · 2 years

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James Roberts is taking Pre-orders now for his MTMTE notebooks!

JRO: "These unofficial but professionally-designed and -printed, perfect-bound A5 soft backs contain transcripts of my handwritten ‘ideas bible’ that formed the basis of MTMTE and LL.

"You’ll also find my Season 1 pitch, my note to IDW on TF creation methods, the original character/crew breakdown, and more. Basically, lots of behind-the-scenes process stuff"

Prices:

UK - £38

Europe - £42

Rest of World - £47

Send your order to [email protected] with your name, address, and how many sets you want. He says he will then provide payment details. He also mentions that he won't fulfill orders until the books are in.

For more information please check it out HERE or see the screenshots below the readmore

** Now Taking Pre-Orders **

I’m making Volumes 1 and 2 of the MTMTE Notebooks available worldwide. These unofficial but professionally-designed and -printed, perfect-bound A5 soft backs contain transcripts of my handwritten ‘ideas bible’ that formed the basis of MTMTE and LL

You’ll also find my Season 1 pitch, my note to IDW on TF creation methods, the original character/crew breakdown, and more. Basically, lots of behind-the-scenes process stuff

The books are only available as a set, i.e. you have to get both volumes. I’ll include a random MTMTE badge with each order. (You can buy specific extra badges for £1 a pop until I run out.)

Production costs have increased since TFN as I got a too-good-to-be-true deal last time (the printer quoted too low a price but agreed to honour it). New prices are as follows (all include shipping and a badge):

UK - £38

Europe - £42

Rest of World - £47

I have 35 sets left from the original print run. If orders exceed that amount I will order a second printing. I won’t start fulfilling orders until I have all the required books to hand.

You can order multiple sets, but I’ll need to work out the shipping.

Interested? Send your order to [email protected], telling me your name and address and how many sets you want. I’ll confirm receipt and give you payment details.

That’s it, I think! Thanks!

#Maccadam #Mtmte #Jro #Idw #LL #More than meets the eye #Transformers #Lost light

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bluelocksource · 9 months

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Tokimitsu Aoshi’s trivia (source: twt & Egoist Bible).

"Ah, I can’t stand this kind of me! I want confidence!!”

☆ Character's colour: Dark green.

☆ Weapons: Quick reaction, physical, and stamina.

☆ Birthday: 21st March.

☆ Current age: 17 (3rd year of high school)

☆ Zodiac: Aries.

☆ Birthplace: Niigata Prefecture.

☆ Family: Father. Mother. Older brother. Himself. Younger brother.

☆ Current height: 183 cm.

☆ Foot size: 28 cm.

☆ Dominant foot: Right foot.

☆ Blood type: A.

☆ Starts playing football: At age 9.

☆ Motto: "Start small and work hard."

☆ Favorite food: Eels. “I..I heard eels will increase your vitality.”

☆ Disliked food: Cream-based sweets. “I’m not good with sweets… Ah! I’m sorry cake shop!

☆ Favorite animal: Dinosaurs. “Especially triceratops, because they have strength to protect themselves.”

☆ Favorite season: Winter. ”Because everyone becomes negative… hehe..”

☆ Favorite football player: Sergio Aguero.

☆ Favorite song: “Ai” by Motohiro Hata.

☆ Favorite anime: Dr. Slump “I like Gacchan.”

☆ Favorite movie: 3 Idiots.

☆ Favorite TV program: ‘Wednesday Downtown’ & ‘TV Chidori’.

☆ Mushroom shoots vs Bamboo shoots: Mushroom. “Eh... I wonder if the bamboo group will get mad... then I’ll choose bamboo shoot... Oh, don't get mad, mushroom group...!”

☆ What goes best with rice : Umeboshi. "Eating it with porridge is even better!"

☆ Hobby: Muscle training.

☆ What makes him happy: “I want to be told I’m amazing just the way I am.”.

☆ What makes him upset: “Please don’t hate me.”

☆ What he thinks his strength is: “I can’t think of such things, even if I do, I do not want to be hated, so I won’t say anything.”

☆ What he thinks his weakness is: “Negative, no self-confidence, low self-esteem, lack of courage to be hated, uninteresting.”

☆ Best subject: Mathematics / P.E.

☆ Dislike/weak subject: “The act of raising your hand and speak up in all classes.”

☆ What made him cry recently: “When I woke up in the middle of the night.” (He cried because he was scared that he was all alone.)

☆ Usual sleeping time: 6.5 hours.

☆ What he usually ends up buying from convenience store: Anti-sweat wipes.

☆ Place he washes first when taking a bath: Toes.

☆ Ideal type: Someone who don’t hurt others.

☆ At what age he experiences first love: At age 7. “With a classmate of mine. I was too scared to confess and graduated without saying a word. We ended up attending different middle school.”

☆ What will he do if received 100 million yen: “Invest. To eliminate future worries."

☆ What age he stops receiving presents from Santa: At 8 years old.

☆ What was his last wish from Santa: Confidence. (Santa won’t give you something you can’t see)

☆ How he spent his holiday: "Browsing summary sites. I only read the reviews of the movies I haven't watch yet. I’m relieved to find a fool (a troll, perhaps?) on SNS.”

☆ What will he do during his last day on Earth: Joining hands with all living things.

note: i want to apologize in advance for any mistake made in the translation!

#blue lock #tokimitsu aoshi #trivia: tokimitsu aoshi #trivia #trivia: profile #bluelocksource #our translation

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lily-orchard · 6 months

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Scars - Plan B

May 25th, 1986

Assana had a small spring in her step as she came downstairs that morning. The prom last night was amazing. It had been the first time she’d seen Saige in a gown, and he’d looked positively beautiful. The year before he’d worn something far less ‘him’ and she could tell how uncomfortable he was. Ironically, getting kicked out and moving in with her and her mom had been the best thing for him. Valerie hadn’t even batted an eyelash at the thought of buying two dresses, and it left Saige giddy and glowing the entire night.

“Morning Mom,” she grinned, sitting down at the table.

“Good morning Assana,” Valerie greeted as she placed a plate and a glass of water in front of her. Along with two small tablets right next to the water.

Assana’s brow furrowed with curiosity for a moment before the implicit meaning dawned on her. “Mom, I promise I didn’t drink last night. I don’t have a hangover.”

“It’s not Tylenol,” Valerie said, turning back to the pan and setting a few more strips of bacon into it. “It’s Plan B.”

Assana’s eyes widened, and then she shrunk down in her seat, completely embarrassed. “O-oh… y-you knew about that?”

“This isn’t a big house, Assana. Your voice carries,” Valerie said matter-of-factly.

Very fresh memories of last night flashed behind Assana’s eyelids, leaving her face utterly red. Without another word, she hastily grabbed the pills and popped them into her mouth. Then, a long pull of the water. Taking slow, deliberate gulps even after the pills were swallowed. The longer she was drinking, the longer she didn’t have to talk about… that. And she did not want to talk about that with her mother.

“So I take it you both had a good time?” Valerie asked. “At the dance, I mean.”

“Um… yeah,” Assana nodded, keeping her head down and facing her breakfast. “Great time. A lot of fun.”

“Are congratulations in order?” Valerie asked.

“Mom, I just took the pills, okay?” Assana pouted, quite visibly embarrassed.

Valerie sighed. “I meant are you and Saige together now?”

Assana’s eyes widened. Oh… oh that was an entire can of worms she hadn’t even realized she was opening last night. “Uh… I’m not entirely sure,” she said. “I don’t even know if I like him that way. And don’t make a comment!”

“I wasn’t going to,” Valerie said. “If I wanted to be judgmental, I’d have given you a bible, not a morning after pill.”

“...Okay, fair enough,” Assana conceded before eating a forkful of bacon. “But, yeah. I’m not sure where we stand exactly. I don’t know how I feel about him. I’m not even sure how he feels about me.”

As if on cue, Saige slid in through the doorway. Wearing only a pair of socks and an oversized shirt with a song on his lips.

I’m on the top of the world,

Lookin’ down on creation,

And the only explanation,

That I fiiiiiind-

He froze when he realized the kitchen was occupied and squeaked, his cheeks flushing slightly. “Uh… M-Morning! I don’t… I don’t usually do that…”

“You seem to be in a good mood,” Valeria said, flipping the bacon over.

“Uh… yeah. You could say that,” Saige said, a hint of his earlier smile returning as he sat next to Assana. “Good night’s sleep does wonders, y’know?”

“I wouldn’t, something kept me up half the night,” Valerie said.

Assana shrunk down, hiding her face in her hands.

The smile on Saige’s face vanished entirely, his cheeks turning beet red. “...Ah. I see,” he said awkwardly, his eyes cast down to the table. “Um, I’m sorry to hear that.”

Valerie said nothing and turned to set a plate down in front of him. “You two want coffee?”

“Yes please,” they said in unison.

Valerie nodded and plugged in the coffee maker. Behind her back, Assana glanced at Saige and mouthed “Sorry.”

Saige just smiled sheepishly before mouthing ‘It’s okay.’ His smile widened as he made a heart with his hands.

Assana mirrored him with a sheepish smile, letting it drop before Valerie turned around again. She watched as her mother’s eyes cast down to her ankles and she shook her head.

“Assana Kipling, you have to stop growing like a weed,” she said. “I can’t afford to keep replacing all your clothes. How tall are you now?”

“Last time I measured myself, six feet even,” Assana said sheepishly.

“Maybe we should be economical and wear our new gowns to school,” Saige offered with a giggle. “It’d be a shame to just let them collect dust in the closet forever.”

“Not allowed to wear ballgowns at school,” Assana sighed. “I’ll stop sprouting eventually. Maybe when I hit seven feet.”

“I swear I gave birth to a giraffe,” Valerie sighed.

"I'm adopted!"

"That's just giving birth with paperwork," Valerie said dismissively.

“That would explain the freckles on your neck,” Saige said impishly.

Assana rolled her eyes. “Giraffes do not have freckles. They just have blotchy spots or whatever. You don’t see me calling you a peacock just because of all your colors.”

“Some people do call me a peacock,” Saige said with a smirk.

“You do have a tendency to flaunt,” Valerie said in agreement as she approached the table with two cups of coffee.

Assana looked up at Saige and smiled. “Yeah, you do,” she said. “Looks good on you, honestly.”

“Aawww, thank you,” Saige said before leaning forward and kissing Assana’s cheek. Assana let out a soft giggle.

Valerie glanced at them and smiled before quietly slipping out through the stairs to the basement. Assana glanced back and noticed they were alone and relaxed. As much as she appreciated how unbothered her mother was about what happened the night before, being asked any questions about it was still humiliating.

“...Hey Saige?” she said, speaking as low as possible, “About what happened last night…”

“Yeah?” Saige prompted, his expression serious but gentle. “Oh. Was… was it not good for you?”

Assana balked. “Are you serious? You were there! You heard me!”

“Well, I mean, you could have just been trying to make me feel better,” Saige said bashfully. “I mean, if you say it was good, I believe you. It was… really good for me too.”

“Fotze,” Assana whispered, shaking her head. “What I meant to say was… I mean… where does this… what does this mean?”

“Fotze? I thought you said it was german for-” Saige trailed off as he noted Assana’s pointed look. “...You meant what does last night mean. For us.”

“Yes.”

Saige was quiet for a moment, rolling the question over in his mind briefly. Assana could see the red spread out from his cheeks, down his neck. “...I’d like to think it’s good. That last night was us acting on feelings that… well, that have been there for a while.

“I mean… have they?” Assana asked. “I never really… I never really felt anything different.”

“...Yeah, I guess,” Saige said, wilting slightly.

Assana slid closer and pulled Saige into a hug. “I kinda thought things would feel different. Like… awkward different. That’s what Tammy said happened when she and Shauna- well you know. Things were awkward between them and they kinda stopped talking to each other.”

Saige accepted the hug wholeheartedly, grabbing fistfuls of Assana’s shirt. “...I don’t want to stop talking to you,” he murmured into her shoulder.

“That’s the thing. Things don’t… feel awkward,” Assana said. “Not like what Tammy said, at least.”

Saige craned his head up to look at Assana. “...Yeah, they don’t,” he agreed. “I mean, this morning, the only awkward thing was when your mom was… yeah.”

“Oh don’t remind me!” Assana groaned, hiding her face in Saige’s neck. “She’s very sweet, but does she have to be the most?!”

Saige giggled, rubbing a comforting hand up and down Assana’s back. “You wouldn’t think she’s the most with how soft spoken she is.”

Assana only grumbled in response.

Saige tightened his hug. “...We’re good? We’re still friends?”

“Absolutely!” Assana said, squeezing him tighter. “But let’s maybe not do that again. If we keep Mom up another night, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Another giggle bubbled in Saige’s throat. “Yes, ma’am.”

#scars #vignette #what they didn't realize is that they were both in love with each other for a long time and had just become accustomed to it #dorks in love

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