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fallenraffe · 4 months

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One Dark Window by Rachel Gillig

2.75 stars

hmmm, it wasn't bad per se - tho it took some time to really get going and effort to wrap my head around some things - but it didn't live up to the hype

the writing.. wasn't bad just.. idk felt v matter of fact and void of emotion? wasn't really vibing with it tbqh

it took about 30% for things to really get going/really interest and hook me, and also for me to sorta wrap my head around this world, the characters and the magic/card system. it did progressively get better and the second half was def a step up, and that chalice/truth serum game scene was def one of the highlights of the book, both for the elspeth/ravyn bits and the elm/ione crumbs

I liked elspeth and ravyn well enough and you know what, they got some pretty nice couple-y moments that had me👀🥺 - but.. I just didn't really feel their rs and its progression of strangers to lovers, yeah they r hot, yeah they have some similar life experience, yeah they have the same goal and are united to reach it, but still, just, didn't really feel it, idk maybe it was the writing, maybe something else, its hard to put my finger on it. I'm on board with them and could appreciate them and their sweet/badass moments, but ig not as much as I had hoped I would? - not bad, but ain't as good as it could've been (could be the tag line of the book)

I knew elm and ione would be a thing in book 2, so I paid close attention and their interactions, and while few and smol they were so👀🥺😏 like their shared smirks at his bro's expense or the bit where hauth was using her and elm took her face in his hands then overpowered his bro to free her. I loved the elm/ione crumbs and was v much lookin forward to more in the next book

(I started last night, and they are already serving, tho ione is pretty hard to read ngl, but elm? with his secret crush on her, even from before gahhhhh)

big fan of venom and symbrock, so I'm always down for parasitic rs lmao - the nightmare and elspeth had an interesting thing going, tho honestly the big reveal of who it/he was was so easy to spot, the fact it took the poor girl 11 years to realise is💀

the card thing is interesting to be sure, but tbh the whole thing + the royal fam who's who was a bit hard to wrap my head around, I had to stop and look up a guide💀 it got a bit better once I found a cards summary of which card can do what and what's it cost + a list of characters and who they relate to, but still I shouldn't need to rely on some guide lines xd

and tbqh I still don't really get some of the card stuff.. like, I get that they are trying to unite the deck and break the Curse or whatever, and it's been pretty clear that there's only a certain number of cards and the whole deck makes 78, nothing more nothing less, but the way the story went gave the impression that there were several decks? which isn't the case, but that's how it came across? cos the king was looking to unite the deck, was looking for the twin addlers, which makes one think that he has most of the rest, but then our guys were also doing the same and said they only had a couple left, at the end they only needed the well and the twins.. but? the guards had their black horses and the royal fam had their red scythes and ione had a maiden, the king had the 2nd nightmare, other people were seen carrying around other colors? how? if team ravyn had all, but the last 2 cards in their possession, hidden away then how come there were all those cards moving around and even if we assume they were planning on taking away the guards and royals cards that would still take time and maneuvering and those cards weren't in their possession yet, so it really don't add up for me - cos again, there's only one deck, but it felt like there were more cards floating around, unless team ravyn didn't actually have all the cards, but it was said that they did?! ion get it fam

also again the writing, honestly the action scenes and the elspeth/nightmare attacking scenes and just some stuff in general was sometimes a bit hard to follow

so yeah, interesting premise, great characters, some good rs moments, but the emosh development of it didn't really come across for me, the writing wasn't my fav and some magic/world building/cards related stuff just really was not clear - the potential was there, the execution could've been better

PS.: one more thing; for how close elspeth and ione were supposed to be and how ione was el's fav cousin you'd think she'd be more worried about her and more proactive to at least try to help her, even if they had an argument about ione wanting her to let her make her own choices and yeah I get that el had a lot on her plate and all, but whenever ione was present she tried her best to help elspeth out and their rs felt v one sided in that sense tbh (maybe it's my ione bias speaking, but that's just how I felt🤷🏻‍♀️)

(audiobook on 2x

narrator was 👍🏻

she has a nice voice and her narration was good, but I felt like she didn't really have the distinct character vices down. I recently listened to the Dark in You series and say what you want about that narration (particularly harper's bratty voice) when someone spoke I knew exactly who it was, each character had such a distinct voice - not here tho, there was a distinction between male/female sure, but there were times when say elspeth shouted but it was in a voice closer to ravyn's than her own idk it wasnt bad, but it could've been a bit better yano)

#2023 #one dark window

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homoose · 3 years

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omg your teacher!spencer HC got me thinking and imagine a school AU where all the characters are different teachers

hotch is the principal

spencer could be a high school chemistry teacher or an elementary teacher (honestly he could teach anything he wants lol)

jj is an elementary teacher

derek is a coach

emily is a languages teacher

and so on...

OOOH YAH (teacher!spencer hc here) were gonna say this is like a K-12 school just because...

Hotch: total principal, are you kidding? no other character has ever principaled quite as hard; comes off very boring and stern, but has a huge soft spot for the trouble makers and is lowkey an amazing mentor; runs one of those young gentlemen’s groups where he teaches them how to tie their ties and shit; coaches the debate team; travels to all the classrooms throughout the year as a guest reader and is surprisingly great at story voices

Gideon: chaotic AP that actually doesn’t really help at all— half the time Hotch isn’t even sure where he is; usually letting kids get away with shit because he thought it was pretty clever; helps with the senior prank

Rossi: replaces Gideon as AP when he retires and doesn’t do much better; always in his office; when kids get in trouble they have to come to him first— only the most severe offenses go to Hotch— so he deals with a lot of kids who get caught with like cigs or other contraband and always “confiscates” it; the kids love him bc he’s hilarious and also bc he knows a lot of pop culture that they’re into

Derek: could go either way for me— either he’s the gym teacher who takes it a little too seriously, OR he’s the English teacher who uses Nas and Tupac in his poetry unit; either way, definitely coaches after school; he’s a favorite among the kids for sure— he jokes around constantly, has a secret handshake for every kid; talks to them on their level, and always lets them play games at the end of the day (around the world, heads up seven up, etc)

Spencer: already talked about this in my hc but he’s just the best teacher; not afraid to be a total weirdo/goofball; very conscious and supportive of different learning styles and preferences; has the most ambient classroom; his students are always the smartest in the whole damn building because he reads up on every single teaching strategy and knows how to utilize them to best support his kids

JJ: elementary teacher for sure; she’s a Pinterest/IG teacher thru and thru— like her classroom is aesthetically perfect (organized, labeled, color-coded) and she probably has an essential oil diffuser or something; she definitely plays with the kids at recess— either kicking the soccer ball around, playing tag, jumping rope, or just laying in the grass and chatting in the sunshine

Penelope: she replaces the stuffy old tech teacher who spent 5 weeks forcing everyone to learn intermediate excel; at first the kids are like 👀 because Penny G is bright— but on the first day she has them all design their own websites and everyone immediately loves her; teaches them to code; runs an after school “tech club” which is literally just hacking skills 101

Emily: absolutely the languages teacher; also, a hot mess; the complete opposite of JJ— her classroom is literally just the furniture that was provided by the school and like three posters that JJ forced her to hang up bc “jesus Em it looks like a prison in here.” the kids don’t really care— they love her bc she just gets them and she’s always got snacks; also regales them with stories and pictures from all of her travel and years abroad; definitely organizes and chaperones various Europe trips and exchange student programs

Tara: the teacher that does not give a single fuck about what anyone thinks about her style abd methods; teaches some type of social science, maybe sociology; loves her kids and knows they can handle tough/weighty conversations; facilitates many debates and mostly manages to stay neutral; kids hang out in her classroom after school; definitely teaches older kids; very sarcastic with them and they love it

Luke: socially a himbo, academically a nerd; teaches chemistry and makes it super accessible and easy to grasp; always eating in the lab even though it’s against his own rules; his favorite day of the year is the ice cream in a bag day; brings Roxy to work with him occasionally and the kids are obsessed

Matt: definitely teaches some type of history or social studies; always has coffee (he has five kids of his own, he’s exhausted); he’s really into the presidents for some reason and knows like all kinds of random facts about them (like the Taft bathtub fiasco and that Zachary Taylor shat himself to death); coaches cross country or swimming and won’t shut up about it

Stephen: the guidance counselor; literally just the nicest human on the planet; will let you sit in his office and cry any time; writes extremely heartfelt recommendation letters for college apps; has a candy drawer and a collection of stress balls

Blake: definitely everyone’s teacher mom; genuinely loves and cares for every student and they keep in touch with her after they graduate; also teaches English and she and Derek are BFF; they run a literary magazine club after school and do a slam poetry night in the cafeteria; gets a lot of “you changed the course of my life” letters

Kate: the cool teacher; she’s an adult, but she’s still in the know about everything the kids like; has a fun teacher Tik Tok account; uses her clout with the kids to influence their decision making aka gets all the gossip so that she can surreptitiously counsel and educate her kids about being safe and advocating for themselves— in online/social media spaces and beyond

#homoose answers #homoose headcannons #again this got long af #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds au

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fanficlibraryposts · 3 years

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Avatar the Last Airbender Fic Recs

I’m Not Angry Anymore by team_avatars_eyebags

A few changes help Zuko have an identity crisis (also known as a redemption arc) sooner than planned.

"𝘍𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘡𝘶𝘬𝘰’𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘈𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘒𝘺𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘐𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘜𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘡𝘶𝘬𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦."

Or, the one where a master firebender and his master fire-bending Uncle reside peacefully on the remote island of Kyoshi. And the Avatar needs to learn fire bending. And awaken a certain someone's older brother instincts. Add a little gay tension to the mix and you're ready for a real crisis of identity.

Dance of the Dragons Book 1: Water by LizaGreen

Two dragons, two heirs, one secret... and one Avatar. Or at least, there should be. But the world has been at war for a hundred years and the spirits move on, finding one small boy on a beach... a boy who could quite possibly change the world.

*Unfinished, seige of the north next*

Assassin Zuko One Shots by LizaGreen

A series of one-shots exploring small moment within the Avatar series that may or may not have happened, focusing on the detail that Zuko may once have been trained to be an assassin. And I just can't stop writing him that way.

*Not gonna lie, I kind of hate Katara in this*

Of Truths and Starlight by runaway_fancies

"Zuko isn’t a good speaker. Except when he is. When he actually convinced them to let him join their group. When he stood before the people of all the nations and promised an era of peace and love. When he found the correct words about her mother. And now, as they lie on the grass and he tells the story of Agni scattering stars like jewels loose from his hair so Tui would not be alone in the night sky."

The end of the war brings with it the rest of their lives. Lives they had not dared to imagine before. And Zuko and Katara learn each other. In the future, people will say it was inevitable, it was fated, it was destined to be. Katara simply knows she would not have made any choice differently, not the simple ones, not the hard ones.

everything i am by we-were-angels (untilwefallinlove)

There is something inevitable about them; like the certainty of the sun in the morning and the moon and all her stars at night. After all is said in done, how will history tell their stories?

(Set after the One Hundred Year War and the years following.)

*my favorite Zutara fic*

Those Who Do Not Learn... Are Doomed to Repeat by HomeAgainRose

Something bad happened after the Hundred Year War ended, but no one remembers until Zuko gets his scar and Katara frees Aang from the ice. They are now the only two with the knowledge of the next thirty years. They have to work their way through their own trauma, and their own memories to change key events to keep the Bad Things from happening once more.

*Has some very spicy sex scenes. Characters are aged up.*

Legacies by WildInkling

Long after the events of Avatar: The Last Airbender, a lone historian finds the personal journal of Prince Zuko. Little does she know that he was also the mysterious anonymous author who took the world by storm. The world will never be the same. Inspired by and directly links to aloneintherain's Writer Zuko AU.

*author has not updated in a long time :(*

Question Marks by azenki

Zuko pulls away first. He stares at Sokka and raises his one brow. “You do realise,” he says dryly, “that you just instigated a major international incident?”

Or: Sokka is impulsive. This is a problem. Especially when he ends up kissing the Fire Lord and immediately running away.

the thing about dancing by anodymalion

The first time a attendant spills Zuko’s tea and doesn’t immediately fall to her knees, begging the Fire Lord’s forgiveness, it is not anger but a resounding warmth that fills his chest.

*Zuko loves Fire Nation and Fire Nation loves him back*

Candles and Boring Games by AlexiHollis

“You dare suggest that I betray Iroh?” Fire Lord Azulon did not shout. “My first born? After the demise of his only beloved son?” The old man leaned back in his throne shaking his head, “You have made an irrevocable error here, today, Ozai. What man of honor, what brother, what Uncle, would use this tragedy, a death towards furthering our family’s sacred mission as you call it, for his own political,” He practically spat the word, “gain. No, no, Iroh has suffered enough, but you, my son, have been far too coddled.” Zuko felt Father’s tension, but his stomach truly dropped when he saw Azula’s own worry, clear as day on her perfect actress face. “You need to be taught a lesson,” Fire Lord Azulon decided. “You must, too, suffer the pain of losing your first born.”

Fire Lord Azulon, to punish Ozai, gives Zuko to Iroh

*Azulon being a good(ish) grandfather. Azula doesn’t get a redemption arc if that’s what you’re looking for*

Disclaimer: The fanfiction above were not written by me for I am not nearly as creative. However, I am an avid reader and movie buff so these are some of my favorite fanfiction within the fandom. I politely ask that you read the tags attached the fanfiction beforehand so that you know what you are getting yourself into, there may be crossovers. If you don’t like it then don’t read it. In addition, I ask that there be no bashing, the fics are based on my preferences and what I like. Lastly, if there are any specific genre or fandom of fics you want me to get into or would like to recommend to me, let me know through my ask box.

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shyvioletcat · 4 years

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could you maybe do a 'im worried about you' for lysaedion, love your writing!!

Surprise! A little Lysaedion drabble set in It Takes Two. First bit is post Aedion punching Rowan in the face and the second part just after Rowan says the dumb things to Arobynn at the book store.

It Take Two Masterlist

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Lysandra was already home by the time Aedion walked through the door of their apartment. He could hear her in the kitchen, doing the dishes. From the way they were clanking in and out of the water Aedion could tell that she was upset. The thing was, so was he.

He had been stewing in his anger since he gave Rowan that coffee and bag of peas. Work provided very little distraction from his thoughts. Aelin was pregnant and she hadn’t told him, she always told him everything, and Lysandra had kept that secret for her as well. And there was the fact that Rowan had been the one to knock her up. He couldn't even fathom how the two of them had got into that situation because of how much they hated each. Aedion felt the betrayal from Aelin, the betrayal from Rowan, and he couldn’t stop seeing Aelin’s face when he’d asked what Rowan’s response had been. She had looked so small, so defeated, it damn near broke his heart.

At least Aedion got one good punch in.

Aedion walked further into the apartment calling out a terse hello. He knew he should not be angry at his girlfriend, he was trying to rein it in. But it had been a long day.

Lysandra turned when she heard him come into the little kitchen. “I half expected you to come home with a black eye to match the one you gave Rowan,” she said as she pulled the apron over her head and pulled off the rubber gloves.

Aedion shook his head. “I gave him a half-hearted apology if that helps. I don’t even understand how it happened. They hate each other.”

“Trust me when I say I don’t think you want to.” Lysandra’s bottom lips caught under her teeth as she thought of what to say next. Aedion just blew a heavy breath through his nose and waited.

“It was a dick move, you know. Going after Rowan like that,” Lysandra said. “I know Aelin is your cousin, but Rowan is your friend.”

“I heard what you said though,” Aedion said. “Have you changed your mind, you don’t think he deserved it?”

Lysandra crossed her arms. “I didn’t say that.”

There were a few beats of painful silence and then Aedion asked quietly, “Why didn’t you tell me about Aelin?”

“After what happened today you’re asking me that?” Lysandra said pointedly. “And it was because she asked me not to, and she’s… she’s not in a great place and I couldn’t betray her like that. Not now.”

Something about those words had something in Aedion’s chest aching and he had to turn away. He walked to the couch and heard Lysandra following him. “Aedion,” she said softly but he didn’t answer.

There was something else that had been plaguing his mind today. But this was about the two of them, him and Lysandra, about their plans.

“Aedion, talk to me please,” Lysandra said as she sat beside him, a hand on his knee. “I’m worried about you. I know how angry you must have been all day but please don’t shut me out now.”

Aedion took a minute to breath, focusing on each breath going in and out of his body. Lysandra sat beside him and waited – waited for him to be ready, providing that steadying force she had always been for him. It was why he had waited for her, why he decided she would be it for him. She completed him.

She squeezed his thigh, gently urging him to say what he was on his mind.

“Probably not the best time to have a baby, huh?” Aedion said, his tone defeated. He looked over at Lysandra and saw tears shining in her eyes.

She swallowed, her mouth dipping into a frown even as she fought it. “I think Aelin needs us right now.”

Just over a month ago Aedion had brought the subject up, and at first Lysandra had been hesitant. But a day or two later she had come back to him with an answer. She had said yes and kissed him, and kissed him again when he asked if she was sure. They decided then and there that they would start trying. But now…

“I’m so sorry, Lys,” Aedion said. “I don’t want Aelin to rule our lives but she won’t be able to do this alone. She’ll need us and I don’t want her to think she can’t rely on us completely.”

“I know,” Lysandra said as she wiped away a tear and Aedion lifted his hand to her cheek to wipe away the other.

“It’s not off the table completely, I promise,” Aedion said. “Just means we get more time to practice.”

Aedion smiled and Lysandra let out a thick laugh through her tears. When she moved into his lap he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her until the tears and sadness faded to something more bearable.

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Lysandra felt like she was going to be sick. She sat in the toilet with the lid down watching the timer count away on her phone. Waiting for it to go off was too much and her stomach was in knots. She first noticed something was different when her breasts swelled and ached, like they always did before her period but this time it was worse. They were super sensitive, so much so she had taken to wearing some kind of support 27/7. Then she was a few days late, then she was a week late, and then she decided it was time to take a pregnancy test.

They had bought a heap in their excitement when they decided to start trying, but then those plans had been put on hold and they had just been sitting in the cupboard. But a few weeks ago they had drunk maybe a few too many glasses of wine with dinner and they hadn’t been particularly careful that night. Lysandra hadn’t expected anything to come from it, but here she was waiting for that timer to go off.

“Lys,” Aedion said, followed by a knock. “You right in there?”

There was no point in stalling so she opened the door and watched as Aedion’s face scrunched in confusion. But his face went slack when she pointed to what sat on the vanity bench.

“Oh,” he whispered.

This wasn’t great timing. Rowan had just demonstrated once again how much of an idiot he was when he went and said those things to Arobynn at the bookstore. Aelin was a mess, terrified he would walk away from her again and still so confused over when he’d said to her when he’d finally snapped after the twin’s birthday party. But still… Lysandra couldn’t help but hope a little bit.

Finally the timer went off but neither she or Aedion moved.

“I can’t look,” Lysandra finally said.

So it was Aedion who moved forward to see what the test said. “It’s positive, Lys.”

Every thought went out of Lysandra’s head. “What did you say?”

“It’s positive. You’re pregnant.”

Aedion turned around, a beaming smile on his face. Lysandra went up behind him, looked over his shoulder and saw the blue plus sign.

“I’m… pregnant?” She asked breathlessly.

“Looks like it,” Aedion said, turning and cupping her face with his hands, that ridiculous smile still on his face. “And I couldn’t be happier.”

“It’s unexpected,” Lysandra said as his thumbs brushed against her cheeks, easing her out of her shock.

“But are you happy about it?” Aedion asked.

Lysandra didn’t hesitate. “Gods, yes!”

Then Aedion was kissing her and the knots in her stomach untied. They were going to have a baby and despite the surprise of it Lysandra didn’t think she’d ever been more excited about anything in her life.

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Thought I’d provide a little more insight after last chapter’s little announcement

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edamamechips · 4 years

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anna’s fic recs

HAPPY BUGHEAD APPRECIATION WEEK 2020 MY PEOPLE!! here i offer you some fic recs + flailing because i love all the fandom writers and every writer deserves a lil bit of flailing sometimes! Kudos to @bugheadcentral for doing this every year. you guys are really cool.

it's nice to have a friend- bettysteddys - (rated teen and above)

southside jughead and northside betty denying they have feelings for each other because we love a good slow burn. @bettysteddys (WIP)

a wonderful fic with emotional angst with all the feels. Southside jughead and betty with a secret relationship and a side of denial of feelings.

Bonus! this has a really cool jughead and veronica being step siblings dynamic and i’m here for it.

The Incident™- orphan_account- (rated e)

roommates hot for each other.

a really fun one shot with bughead being roommates and catching each other naked and doing stuff that makes this fic E rated. *raises eyebrows*

It Happened One Night- sarahxxxlovey- (rated E)

a rendezvous love affair with emotional turmoil and feeling friction. (WIP)

Older jughead and younger betty fall in love through a series of run ins set in the 1950’s. A perfectly smutty and angsty fic if you are in the mood.

Motorin'- Sunshinebunnie- (rated M)

sexy librarian betty and older brother jughead meet up in a library and discover their shared exhibitionism kink and act on it *wiggly eyebrows* @sunshinebunnie

first part of a smutty series i thoroughly enjoyed. This has a fun jughead being a great older brother subplot that we don’t get to see in canon. This part of the series features sexy librarian betty catches Jughead's eyes and intense sexual tension and stuff ensues. bonus(!) This has another part with more glorious smut to fuel your soul.

Also sunshinebunnie is a genius and you should definitely checkout her other fics.

take me home -sylwrites (rated M)

film nerd betty and famous jughead fall in love and that’s everything one ever needs @sylwrites

there is angst, there is fluff, and there is smut. It’s a whole package that makes you fall in love with our favourite babies again. Film nerd betty and famous jughead own my soul and I cannot get enough of how cute these two are.

Fun fact, this has really cool ig edits to accompany the story which i adore

Inconveniently- OldTsuki

southside serpents shenanigans and fluffy relationship development @moon--mama

this a series with hints of canon but southside stylez. A fun exploration of dynamics between the serpents and having betty as their queen. Also has really fluffy bughead scenes(doing homework together! Skinny dipping!) which warms my stone cold heart.

I'll Come Again- SummerRaine14 (rated M)

betty cooper deserves attention and she makes sure she gets it.

a smutshot which i enjoyed and pops in my mind at random times of the day for some reason so go ahead and read it i guess

Let It Kill You- SummerRaine14 (not rated)

a 7 year time jump reunion!!

i’m literally adding this because there is a cute bughead reunion after a 7 year time jump from 2018 and i’m excited about that.

Under the Radar- alluringdreams (rated M)

co workers with crazy sexual chemistry and are CIA agents for extra spice. @alluringdreams (WIP)

this fic is everything i’ll ever need and i want to be buried with it. There is a feisty betty and smug jughead(!) they’re working at the CIA(!!) and they kiss for cover(!!!) The banter is pure perfection and the sexual tension is just top notch A grade gold stuff.

And a Side of Flirting- makingitwork (rated gen)

bughead being the cutest couple on the planet and doing peak OTP stuff @typing123

this fic makes my heart happy every time i read it. It is literally the cutest thing ever written and i am a sucker for bughead from a third person’s perspective. Seriously read this now and tell me your hand is not clutching your heart because of fluff. I will seriously commit arson for betty and jughead in this fic

crazy (for you)-lusterrdust (rated M)

mentally ill bughead find love and solace in each other. @lusterrdust

this is such a beautifully written fic i don’t have enough words to express my admiration. fics involving heavy subjects can get very difficult and descriptive when you’re trying to get things right. the weight of emotions that is carried in all sincerity by just 2.5k words has me awestruck. A literal symphony of words.

Understand me (I'll Understand you)- Jugjones21(rated E)

sociopath killer jughead who would kill for betty and does exactly that and a lot more. *wink wink* (WIP) @jugjonesiiiao3

one of the first dark bughead fics i ever read and wow it was an experience. It’s like I had unlocked a whole genre of fics that my soul had been deprived of. A+ twisted and amoral characterization.

Admit you’re hot for me- Lucivar (rated E)

stripper jughead who is also betty's ex boyfriend!! @lucivar

this is the first part of one of the most glorious series ever. i cannot get enough of how well written the sexual tension is written in each part, the kind that permeates through the screen which makes it magnetic and furthermore a reason this should be on your list! also georgie writes some gorgeous fics so go check those out!

I'll walk with you in the shadows- Goldy (rated M)

bughead reunion because of unexplained murders @go-ldy

this was one of my most engaging reads of the year. A very interesting post 4x19 fic with a solid plot and enough flangst to refuel your souls. Also who doesn’t enjoy 9 chapters of sleuth bughead with emotional tension and pining.

heart in a headlock- SqueegeeBecksXo(rated E)

forced to be roommates try to deny their feelings but have hot boning sesh. @detectivesqueegee

Your typical roommates to lovers fic with an enemies twist because we are tropey and not ashamed about it. also if you are up for some hot hate sex here you go.

head over feet- thatiranianphantom (rated teen and above)

pregnant bughead tooth rotting fluff that cures food poisoning.(this is experimentally proven.) @thatiranianphantom

Sadie’s words always make me ~feel~ emotions. like i remember crying the entire hour after waking up after reading one of her fics. Anyways sadie is a wonderful writer and this fic warms my heart like hot cocoa.

as always heed the tags my loves before reading and happy reading!

#yeeee fic recs!#am i allowed to rant here???#bughead appreciation week #bugheadcentral #ok that's the serious stuff #nowww onto flailing #yalll all so so wonderful and i am always in awe #writers are angels on planet earth #thank you so much for keeping plebs like us entertained #we love you so so much #mwahhhh #bughead #betty cooper #jughead jones #riverdale

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mallowstep · 3 years

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Although she never really appeared in the books until Crow magically needed a Windclan mate, Nightcloud would have been an apprentice around the time of TNP right? So Nightpaw could always be an option for the Windclan journey cat in your hypothetical Deadstar au. I'm sure her and Tawny would be great friends.

(in reference to me talking about hypothetical tnp/deadstar au)

ohhh yeah good point!

i actually don't personally give warriors a hard time for magically appearing cats, because it's really very recently that you can expect warriors allegiences to be a full listing of the cats.

like ik people are like "oh all the other clans were only five cats in tpb" and like. windclan's allegiences in into the wild were literally just tallstar. it's quite clear that those aren't all the cats in the clan, you know? just the cats who show up.

as time goes on it gets murkier and murkier but really i'd say it's not until oots that you can trust, "no, this is a full listing of every cat in the clan ever," and even then, like, riverclan's allegiances are basically copy-pasted from book to book, y'know?

which i personally prefer like aside from the fact that thunderclan needs to be pruned down, and now we have pov in every clan so like ig yeah it's necessary (AND W FROSTPAW IT FINALLY IS EVERY CLAN), but i still liked it the old way better. i've never read allegiances and now it's just more pages to skip.

(how tf did skyclan get a pov character first like what?)

but i digress, that's not the point of this ask. it's just on my mind.

to the point: yes, night...paw? would work. she shows up as a fully formed warrior xd.

i think it's a matter of who's chosing: probably tallstar, considering it's bluestar, crookedstar, and nightstar who are initially choosing. (i know oakheart ends up choosing, but he asks crookedstar for permission.)

the only reason deadfoot chooses is that heatherstar didn't exist at this point, y'know? windclan sprung into existance fully formed with tallstar at its head until tallstar's revenge. (actually i think it's yellowfang's secret that she gets introduced in? i'm too lazy to check tho.)

(also i say y'know too much fuck)

anyway, i can see tallstar choosing nightpaw! i like this. i can't say with certainty it's what i'd do/am going to do if i ever write this, but it's a top contender.

and yes! she would get along really well with tawny wait wait wait.

so i said i might make this the same as the shrewsquirrel prophecy au, which means either shrew & squirrel, shrew & leaf, or leaf & squirrel go on the quest which means All of the clans choose a she-cat, and/or have a she-cat tag along, which! so valid. fits w/ the matriarchy. luv it.

anyway yeah i love this nvm definitely going to use nightpaw.

#ask #anon #talk #au talk #au meta #mine #txt #essay #long

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clairecrive · 4 years

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"The first time"- Tommy Conlon x reader (Part 2)

A/n: Finally here it is! I must admit that I took my time posting it because I was never fully convinced it was good enough to post. I still don't but oh well, I didn't want to make you wait any longer. Though it's really long, I've still haven't got to Sparta. I thought it would be too much if I included in this part. It's gonna come in the next one, this is just a little fluff to get to know better Tommy and y/n relationship.

As always I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think about it. Also, requests are always open and very appreciated.

Tag list: @mollybegger-blog (let me know if you wanna be added)

Part 1

"You know that you don't have to walk me home every night, don't you?" you ask with a sweet smile when you saw the familiar figure of Tommy's body leaning on the hood of a car parked in front of the gym's door.

Since that night it had become a sort of unspoken tradition between you that he would walk you home whenever your shift ended. He could be in the middle of training but if he saw you tidying your stuff he would be by your side ready to go. At first, you thought that it was kinda cute and very thoughtful of him but after a couple of days you pointed out to him that you were capable of walking on your own, been doing it forever now. However, when he didn't dignify you with an answer but just a dismissive grunt you didn't insist. You did enjoy his company after all.

After a day of training, you figured he was too tired to engage in a serious conversation so you let him take the lead. The very first night he was silent as a mouse and didn't utter more than a grunt even when solicited. As you kept meeting he gradually began to open up though. It could be the smallest thing like asking about the plot of the book he saw you reading or if you were enjoying it but it made your heart flutter whenever he would show interest in starting a conversation with you.

So more often than not you would find yourselves in a deep conversation about nothing and everything and you got to know him better. He was very introverted, that much you had gotten it right the very first time you spoke to him and that still came up from time to time. When he was in a good mood he would sit on the steps of the porch of your uncle's house, stargazing in silence or engaged in a hushed conversation. Sometimes you could feel a negative vibe coming from him, dissipating like a black cloud. You never forced him to talk to you about what had him in such a sour mood nor questioned him about it. You would take his hand and lead him to sit next to you on your porch, looking up to the sky and with a soft voice you promised him that he could always talk to you about anything that was on his mind, you would always listen and never judge him nor were you the kind of girl to kiss and tell. While you didn't get him to open up to you that very night you managed to get out a smile and little laugh from him, a soft pressure of his hand on yours showing that your words weren't lost on him.

It was some nights later that he let you in a little on his family drama. Just the gist of it, the death of his mother and the non-existent relationship with his father and brother. That was all he was willing to share and, as you had promised, you listened and held his hand tightly to show him that you were indeed here, next to him to support him whenever he needed.

The thing you liked most about your time with Tommy was that you could feel that he lived in the moment. It wasn't like hanging out with your old friends where their heads were always wondering about whether they had received that text or not or if that person has liked or watched their igs. He was there with you, solely focused on you.

A couple of weeks passed like this, with your nightly meeting never missed by neither of you until one afternoon when you were walking to the gym to start your shift, you saw him speaking with James outside the gym. When you approached him, James just winked at you before walking back into the building while Tommy stood before you smirking when he saw your questioning look. Playing with the everpresent tooth stick, he just took your hand and asked you to follow him.

That day, you would soon find out, Tommy had implicitly asked you out and brought you to a carnival that you didn't know took place every year in Pittsburgh. You had always loved the rides but there was another reason why that night will always hold a special place in your heart. You got to see a new side of Tommy. Not the serious, closed off, ever distant almost rude Tommy but a light-hearted and smiling one. A Tommy that would make fun of you because you were not tall enough to go to certain rides (yes, you had tried standing on your tiptoes) and that had won you a huge teddy bear to make up for offending you. Owning a teddy bear as big as a human baby had always been a secret wish of yours although you would have very much prefered to hold another human-sized teddy bear at that moment if you know what I mean.

Never had you dared to put a label on your "relationship" with Tommy, never let your heart wish for more that you had trying to make the most of it while you still had it. Even if he never explicitly told you, you knew that something happened to him that had Tommy still recovering from the trauma. It wasn't just losing his mother, you felt that there was something he was still battling with and currently loosing to. Knowing that those who don't want to be helped can't be helped, you settled on trying to make his days a little better. You were always trying to make him smile and let his mind wander off whatever he was struggling with even if only for a little while.

As long as you were concerned you were friends and that was what you would tell to anyone who would ask. Although, when after that night despite the late hour, you were lying wide awake in your bed thinking about your time with Tommy, you couldn't lie to yourself anymore. It was clear as day that you cared about him more than a friend would. Acknowledging your feelings in the comfortable dark of your room was all though, heaven knows if your shy self would ever let you act on them. You kept going about your day as you always had, you just were more aware. That's all.

Well, apart from the butterflies you couldn't help but feel taking over your stomach every time you saw him. Like in this very moment, taking in his smug expression and built body evident even in his baggy clothes.

"You know that I'm gonna do it, so why do you bother?" he cheekily replies taking your bag off your shoulder and putting it over his.

"Geez I know that I am the centre of your world but don't you have, I don't know, someone who demands your attention?" you joked. You had begun to do that a lot around him, hiding what you really wanted to say behind a joke that is. In this case, you were clearly asking him if he had a girlfriend or a special girl friend waiting for him. It was true that he had taken you out a couple of times and held your hands whenever you were walking together but you weren't sure that that was enough to guarantee you that he didn't have anyone.

"I do in fact, there's a certain damsel in distress that requires my attention every night. It can be a handful but I kinda like it." he went along with it and of course he had to call you that when he knew how much you hated it. Well then, two could play this game.

"Well then, rest assured dear kind sir, your service is not required. If there is another damsel that is asking for your attention you can certainly indulge her. If you want to that is of course." Here. You couldn't be more clear.

"Worry not my precious lady, I'm not the kind of man to have his focus divided by two damsels. One is more than enough for me." And just like that, with a smug smirk, he delivered the fatal blow to your already weak heart. A blush crept on your cheeks and rolling your eyes at him you lowered your head to let your hair cover your red cheeks.

"Actually, there's something I wanted to talk to you, dear lady." he started after a moment of silence.

"I'm all ears kind, sir."

"Well, I'm not sure if you've already heard anything about it but there's a big tournament coming up and I'm traying for it."

"You're going to compete then?"

"I'm going to win darling. I have to." The last part comes out just above a whisper and you weren't even sure if he had said it nor why would he say that.

"I take it there's a big sum to be won." Your comment came out naturally if men were willing to get through physical hell it has to be for money. Tommy had never talked much about his life so you didn't know if he was struggling financially or not but knowing that he didn't have the support of his family must mean that money doesn't flow easily into his pockets.

He just nodded without meeting your eyes and you wondered what could push him through such an unconventional way to get money. Yes, it must be a huge sum of money but there must be more to it. Tommy didn't strike you like the material or greedy type. You looked at him for a while, lost in the different scenarios in your mind to try and understand his motives. When he didn't receive an answer from you, his head turned to meet your eyes that he knew were already on him. Mistaking your silence for one of worry, he offered a small smile and a soft "I'll be fine y/n, you don't have to worry."

You had seen him train and you knew that he was really good but of course you were aware of the fact that he wasn't invincible and you hoped that he knew that too. Never had he lost a match, not that you know of or saw so the thought of him being badly hurt suddenly made you shiver and pushed you to embrace him. Choosing to not say anything, you let him gently sway both of you and allowed the comfort he was offering to calm you, focusing on the warmth of his arms on your waist and the cold of the point of his nose in the crook of your neck.

Please let him be fine.

The week that followed had seen Tommy very busy and focused on his training. He still tried to walk you as much as he could but this time you insisted that he shouldn't lose concentration when you were perfectly able to manage your way home without him. Every time you would catch his sweaty shoulders clench as he swayed his arms to hit his opponent, your heart would squeeze in apprehension and concern. Worried that your negative vibe could somehow reach and affect him you tried to distract yourself as much as you could, that resulted in your head buried deep within the pages of a book or focused on whatever James asked you to do.

It was past closing time when you checked the time on your phone but you couldn't leave yet, the papers weren't finished nor was Tommy with his training. You didn't intentionally wait for him but you couldn't lock him up in the gym, could you? Knowing how much he was investing himself in getting ready for this competition you didn't find in your heart to tell him that you had to go. Finishing up, you put back the pile of papers back on James' desk and when you got back out you found Tommy putting on his hoodie standing next to your desk.

"Great, have you finished?" you asked him while gathering your stuff

"Yeah, sorry if I've kept you here late."

"Oh no, I've just finished too so it wasn't your fault." you offered him a smile while he followed you outside and waited for you to lock up as he was used to.

"Goodnight then." you waved at him and went for going your way when his voice stopped you

"So what, don't you require me to walk you anymore?" he joked walking over to you

"I never did Tommy. Don't get me wrong I enjoy your company but it's late, you must be tired after a whole day of training so I don't expect you to," you explained knowing very well that when Tommy was very stubborn and when he wanted to do something no one could make him change his mind.

"Well, I want to. Besides, we haven't done this for a while." Was he saying that he'd missed you?

"That's true. Right, let's go then you stubborn sir." you indulged him and locking your arm with his you started walking together.

"There's another reason why I wanted to walk ya home actually."

"Oh yes?"

"Yeah, I wanted to ask you something." he shyly explained and your heart fluttered at the millions of things he could ask you. Stop it y/n, getting your hopes up will only make you end up disappointed.

"You know about Sparta right? Well, it's next week and well I was wondering..., what I wanted to ask you if you'd like to come with me maybe? For support, you know. But you don't have to, I totally get if you say no. Maybe I shouldn't have asked you but-" Tommy started to rumble, and he was so cute in the middle of his nervous stammering that you couldn't help but stop him with a finger on his plumpy lips.

"I'm flattered by the proposal Tommy, of course I'd like to be your personal mascot, are you kidding me? I promise I'm going to cheer you so much that you'll be able to hear my voice over the shouting of the crowd." you joked trying not to let on just how much you appreciated his invitation and how special he had made you feel with only a few words.

"I'm counting on it," he smirked at you and gave you a soft kiss on your cheek like a good night farewell when you reached your door.

The next days you didn't see Tommy much, just a quick hello when you'd leave or he'd get into the gym to train. You understood he was busy and that this competition meant a lot to him even though he hadn't told you why.

"Hey y/n, do you know if Tommy needs someone to train with today?" James' voice came from behind you.

"No James, I haven't spoken to him today."

"Well, would you ask him, please? I can't leave what I'm doing right now." he asked you and with a groan, you complied looking for Tommy. Apparently, he wasn't training and when you asked if anyone saw him, a guy pointed to the stairs that brought upstairs. You had actually never gone there but you hoped it wasn't an all-male zone, you weren't in the mood for naked dudes.

Climbing the stairs you were met with a long corridor but before you could venture you heard Tommy's voice from the room right on your left. Still, you didn't know what he could be doing there but in order to prevent any embarrassing situations, you knocked and called his name. He didn't answer you but the door opened and he allowed you to come in with his hand.

The room he was in was pretty much bare except for the phone on the wall, which he was using. You stood there waiting for him to finish and enjoying the sight of him after some time. At the moment he wasn't speaking, looking at you too. You could hear the voice from the other end of the phone. It was a woman and apparently, she was thanking Tommy for taking care of her family. Of course, you didn't want to intrude but you couldn't help but listen, your interest piqued.

"You don't have to thank me, it's the least I can do. I actually hope to help you even more as I have new opportunities to make money." He replied watching you carefully, watching as you connected the dots. That woman must be the reason why Tommy chose to take part in Sparta, must be pretty special too if he was willing to endure that to give all that money to her. You were trying to not let your mind go there, you were sure there was a perfect explanation that didn't involve cheating or betraying of any kind. At least you hoped so, Tommy wouldn't have let you in if he was keeping a secret from you right?

He must have seen the insecurity and a hint of pain in your face because he took you hand in his, gently caressing with his thumb. The call soon came to an end and both of you didn't say anything at first, you waiting for him to explain and he for you to react. But you didn't, what could you say if you didn't know what was going on?

"That was Mary, my mate's wife." He eventually spoke testing the waters but your face was still emotionless while you urged him to continue with your eyes.

"This must look sketchy, I know but it's not. I'm looking out for them because he can't anymore and I promised him that I would take care of his family. " It was the truth, you could see in his eyes just like you knew that there was something he still wasn't sharing.

"You really have a thing for damsel in distress, don't you?" He chuckled and brings you closer to him with the hand he was still holding.

"Nah only keeping a promise to another knight. There's only one lady I'd save over and over." He said, voice softer and softer as you got closer until your foreheads touched. A small smile graced your lips and he took it as a sign that you were comfortable enough for him to take another step and finally kiss you.

You had been fantasizing for a while now about how his full lips would feel but let me tell you, it was one of those rare occasions where reality was better than dreams. The softness of his lips was a sweet contrast to their decisive movements, slow and gentle at first and then more and more voracious. It was his way of finally reassuring you of his feelings finally defining your relationship, to thank him for not freaking out when you heard him on the phone with Mary, for respecting his boundaries and never pushing him out of his comfort zone and for always being there for him.

"You still coming to Sparta right?" he timidly asks cradling your face in his hands

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." You softly promised, going in for another kiss. Now that you knew how good they tasted how were you ever to not be kissing him constantly?

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binkysteebnpewter · 4 years

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All the numbers, all of em.

Fine. Here’s all fifty, my child.. (excluding 4 & 11 since I already answered those two)

1. What’s your sexual orientation?

Lesbian

2. What are you obsessed with right now?

Marvel and YouTube I suppose 🤷🏻‍♀️

3. Ever done any drugs?

Nope

5. How many people have you kissed?

Excluding me dad and brother? Two, two very toxic people 😔

6. Describe your dream home.

A cabin in the woods, private and preferably somewhere that’s not too hot and gets snow. That’s it. I’m not a hot weather person.

7. Who are you jealous of?

I don’t really think I’m jealous of anyone, I’ve never really been one to get truly jealous of someone. I’m pretty appreciative for what I have in life.

8. What’s your favorite show to binge?

NCIS and Criminal Minds.

9. Do you watch porn?

No. The concept of watching two absolute strangers screw one another isn’t appealing to me.

10. Do you have a secret sideblog?

Nope, I don’t see the point in it ig. That and I’d forget about it as well.

12. What’s one of your fantasies?

Fantasies?? Erotically? I don’t know. Normally? It’s more of a wish, but I want to find home.

Weirdly? I wish I could live a day in one of the games I play 😂

13. Do you have/would you get your nipples pierced?

Yep! One of the piercings I’m getting eventually will be nipple piercings.

14. How would you spend a million dollars?

I wouldn’t spend a million. I’d save and invest a lot of it, cliche I know but...? I’ve grown up in a family who lived paycheck to paycheck for the longest time, I don’t like the fear of not knowing if I’ll make it by this week or this month.

15. Are you in a relationship?

Yes 🥺💗 I’m with my gorgeous princess @andyl394

16. Do you follow porn blogs?

Most everyone I follow are writers or friends I’ve made, so unless someone’s converted to be a porn blog suddenly then no.

17. Are you angry with anyone right now?

Yes.

18. What tattoos do you want?

I want a few.

I want one dedicated to a mental health movement I’ve followed for awhile now that’s helped me with my mental health, I want one in dedication to my maternal nanny who passed away 2007, and one dedicated to my best friend who was killed in 9th grade.

19. If you could change your name, would you? What would you change it to?

I don’t think I would, honestly. 🤷🏻‍♀️

20. What is something you’re obsessed with?

Other than the ones mentioned in #2: forensics, criminal justice, marine life (sharks especially), books, music (production and in general), and history.

21. Describe your best friend.

My best friend (currently, not my late best friend) is my emotional support dog. He’s a border collie jack russel mix, he loves to run and give hugs. He loves receiving kisses and insists to walk me around the house and the farm, because he’s super protective and sweet. He’s white with a few spots of brindle, a perfect teardrop shaped patch of brindle in the middle of his forehead is where he loves to receive kisses the most.

22. Tag someone you think is hot.

@andyl394

23. Who are five of your favorite bands/musical artists?

Knocked Loose

The Oh Hellos

Black Tiger Sex Machine

Girl in Red

AC/DC

24. What are three places you want to travel?

Japan, Alaska, Italy

25. Describe your perfect Friday night.

In private, maybe at home by myself or with someone I love. I’m not picky as long as it’s not really social, like public places. I have too much anxiety for that to be comfortable.

26. What’s your favorite season?

Winter

27. What’s your pet peeve?

Lying.

28. Who is the funniest person you know?

My brother, I think. He’s walking karma and it’s funny to me.

29. What’s the most overrated movie?

I’m not sure tbh, I don’t watch a lot of movies

30. Tag someone you want to talk to but have been too shy to message.

@asadmarveltrashbag

31. Do you like paper books or ebooks better?

I like both, but there’s a certain appeal to the smell of old books that’s always called me down— I spent a lot of time in libraries growing up.

32. If you could live in a fictional world, what world would you pick?

Ooh, this is tough. Either Marvel or Assassin’s Creed (odyssey specifically)

33. If money was no object, what would your wardrobe be like?

Very dark and soft textured. I love dark colors, black and dark green and blue especially.

34. What’s your coffee order?

If I actually go somewhere? Iced caramel macchiato or Blonde Caffe Americano.

35. Do you have a crush on anyone?

Other than my girlfriend @andyl394 , no.

36. Do you still have feelings for any of your exes?

Hell no, I have trauma from them— that’s it 👏🏻

37. Have any tattoos?

Sadly not yet

38. Do you drink?

Even though I’m 19, yes. I never get drunk though, I don’t see the point. I’ve grown up in the south, where it’s decently normal for a parent to let their kids try alcohol but never much. My dad is a single parent and said when I was 17, if I wanted to drink I could but there was two rules: 1) has to be at home or a TRUSTED friends house and I can’t go anywhere once I’ve drank something 2) no getting drunk until I’m of age

39. Are you a virgin?

This a little sensitive, but no— I didn’t lose it with consent.

40. Do you have a crush on any of your mutuals?

My girlfriend 🥺💗👏🏻

41. How many followers do you have?

There’s 187 people following my trash pile 🥺💗

42. Describe the hottest person you know.

🥺😩💗 it’s @andyl394 always her, she real gorgeous 🥺 (don’t mind me, she’s always right here 💗 in ma heart)

43. What’s your guilty pleasure?

Turning on Do Not Disturb sometimes so I don’t have to talk to people.

44. Do you read erotica?

If you count fanfiction smut (I say if because I seen a giant debate about if fanfic smut counted as erotica 🤷🏻‍♀️)

45. What’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?

I was forced to go on a date with a guy by my mother (😒) and he took me hunting. I don’t hate hunting, I grew up doing it. But this little boy got so mad when I tripped off on my own because he couldn’t hunt to save his life and at the end of the day I had pulled out a buck and two rabbits while he came out empty handed.

46. How many people do you follow?

182 amazing people

47. If you could marry any celebrity, who would you pick?

Elizabeth Olsen.

48. Describe your ideal partner.

I always find these questions so rude and appearance centered. I just want my partner to be communicative and respectful, that’s all I ask.

49. Who do you text the most?

My brother, @andyl394 , @fuzzy-cloud-head-queen , @nightunite , @breadgenie892

50. What’s your favorite kind of weather?

Wintery and Stormy weather, heavy rain/thunderstorms and snow.

#grace speaks #be nosy asks #@nightunite #ill protect my munchkins 😌💗#my munchkins 🥺💗

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shamemp3 · 4 years

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POSITIVE 20 QUESTIONS TAG GAME

@demondeals thank you for tagging me this was SO MUCH FUN!! ily!!

1. Name 4 fictional characters who showcase your personality the best, with explanations if you want.

aah this is hard okay so first and foremost peter parker. he’s one of those characters that have always been relatable in almost every aspect of life since i was a kid, especially when it comes to how he deals with his feelings and like his emotions and humor and his problems in general?? and then also jake peralta also because of feelings and how he tries to avoid them and be all!! fun fck yea!! and humor and idk?? also i love amy santiago so... third i think is percy jackson bc no thoughts head empty and he is impulsive and also brave and i would like to think that i am brave?? and yeh im trying to make this as short as possible and only vaguely explain but. it’s not working ksdfjbv okay fourth character is stiles stilinski ig?? like sarcasm and humor again, and idk this is all repeating but it all comes back to how he deals w his feelings and guilt and problems and idk the reasons are mostly the same with all these characters and yea there’s more but i feel like i am talking too much so i will stop skjdbvjk

2. Aesthetic

milkshakes and fries, neon lights, blasting the car radio, doing literally anything as long as it’s with friends, city lights, train rides at night, playing video games till sunrise, campfire smell, denim and flannels, drive-in movies

3. Favorite musical/play? (If you’ve never seen a musical or play, one you’d be interested in seeing?)

uhh i’ve only listened to hamilton which had some really cool beats! ive also listened to a few songs from dear evan hansen, wicked, mean girls, and oh now that i think about it i’ve seen the shrek musical on netflix and 10/10 phenomenal in every way that’s my favorite one

4. What is the best compliment you’ve ever received?

i know i’ve gotten compliments but for some reason i cant remember any?? like the second i read this question my brain went whoosh. idk probably whenever people tell me im funny or notice that im keeping my cool in a situation that is very NOT cool?? idk i really cant think of any rn jdfsbksdjb but there have definitely been compliments that i have thought about for weeks bc i was like....omg? me? kinda sad that i dont remember them i really hope i do soon bc i wouldnt wanna forget smth like that sjkdbdvhsb

5. How many times have you been in love?

i don’t think i’ve ever been in love (at least romantically)? im not certain but im 90% sure i haven’t. but when it comes to friends and family, sososos many times i lvoe them all

6. Embarrassing story or fact about yourself that makes you laugh now?

uhhh i got pantsed in like grade 7 bc i was being dragged across the floor and then this 9th grader came up to me in the middle of the hallway and yelled “HEY I SAW YOUR ASS” i wanted to perish

7. Favorite Disney/Pixar movie?

ooh probably zootopia or wall-e!!

8. Favorite flower or plant?

this is hard! i love ferns and sunflowers and hydrangeas and ooh also vines

9. What’s your favorite holiday?

i love new year’s eve! it’s just fun because we all just stay up and celebrate and there’s always this feeling of “oh i got through another year!” also 4th of july but not bc of the actual holiday just bc my old town used to have these 4th of july carnivals that were crazy fun and i used to go like almost every day when the carnival was in town

10. Name three things that made you laugh or smile this past week.

first one is my school posted a picture of me graduating on their facebook and my mom sent them the link to look at it and when they pressed on it they started replying to my mom thinking it was on whatsapp but they left like 7 comments on the school’s post in arabic so that was funny as fukckjdbf, second is atla bc i love that show and everyone is so precious, and number 3 is literally any conversation with any of my friends

11. What song would you play to introduce yourself to someone?

axel f by crazy frog. next question

12. Name something that truly makes you feel peaceful even at your most stressed moments.

probably watching one of my favorite movies (mr. popper’s penguins or itsv tbh) or like just going on any of my friend’s gcs and sending memes and stuff

13. What do you, did you, or would you study at college?

i plan on going into chemistry!! i might also minor in computer or environmental science, but i’m still undecided! crazy because up till a few months ago i had zero idea what i wanted to do and my plans kept changing like every week

14. This is kind of a weird one, but which outfit of yours makes you feel most like yourself?

probably my denim jacket or my really big red sweatshirt? idk tbh i really only buy clothes that i know i would feel myself in and that i would be comfortable, but i think those two are probably my favorites?

15. What is a quote you live by?

power of people is stronger than the people in power because i want to take down the evil government. this is the first one i thought of so it’s staying skjvbjksdb

16. Name the funniest playlist name you have.

i have ‘AAAAHHHHHHH’ and i have ‘mitten ski’ which is a playlist composed entirely of mitski songs

17. Make a reference to an inside joke you have with someone you love with zero context.

wanna touch knees?

18. What is a message you would give your younger self if given the chance?

please stand up for urself and talk ab ur feelings for the love of god it’s ok to admit to being not ok ?? also everything in the world is not ur fault, chill btich

19. Who is your favorite family member? (If you have no good blood family members, feel free to mention someone in your found family)

i can’t really do this bc i really do love all of them in a different way. i’m definitely closest to my mom because i’ve lived with her all my life, but i still can’t pick favorites

20. What’s a secret dream of yours?

to be an astronaut pls this isn’t a secret i just really want to be an astronaut or a superhero pls someone give me a radioactive eel bite or send me to space or something. also to be able to be more open w people and to visit aleppo again

i’m tagging: @natasharxmanov @anthonydarling @parkersedith @jessjones @anxieteandbiscuits if you guys want to!!! ily all very much

#tag games #this was woah #a good time

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idk-my-aesthetic · 5 years

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past, present, future

aka mal, evie, and carlos on magic, their parents, and the isle

this is actually a repost of this bc freaking tumblr deleted all my text when i tried to change on tag on the og post so i had to delete it bc it started glitching. sigh.

*jay is getting his own fic which is why he’s not in this, more info below

***comment on the mal part i use a weird combo of the live action remake maleficent and the og one. Its like maleficent was still queen of the moors but she was actually evil and not all sympathetic like she is in the live action movies….

TW!!- obvious discussion of child abuse in semi-graphic detail for the majority of the fic, and a breif s*lf h*rm refrence. It's only a sentence or two long, a general ref/description ig, basically has to do w/ evie freaking out if ppl think she is ugly/a failure bc of her mom’s abuse.

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To Mal, magic was her blood. It was her history, her lineage. She was a fae, birthed to continue her mother’s legacy. Created to reclaim the throne her mother lost in her madness and cruelty, to conquer their lost land, to live up to the expectations put upon her at birth. Her magic was but an extension of that, her birthright, everything she was supposed to be, everything she would one day become.

Using it was both terrifying, and liberating. She was evil, something she’d known for years, but she feared becoming like her mother. A fear she had admitted only once, whispered to three others in the dead of night.

There was a difference in their evil. Her mother’s was unnecessary, powered by delusions of grandeur, random cruelty brought about for her own amusement. Mal saw her own evil as practical, an armor she would use to protect herself, and later her crew. She would use it to get them food, make enemies too afraid to attack them, keep them all as well and alive as she could. She could use her evil, and the fear it caused, to get whatever she wanted, whatever they needed. It gave her power.

Evil was power.

Power was safety.

(Though, could you truly call a child seeking protection evil?)

She knew she would one day have to complete the tasks her mother set out for her, but she refused to do them like the woman herself would. She refused to turn to unneeded cruelty, to hurt those she cared for. She would reclaim their homeland on her own terms.

She would be her own kind of evil, different from her mother’s, even if they used the same magic, read the same spellbook, had the same blood. She would burn her mother's legacy and build her own, build herself from the ashes and leave her mother behind as nothing more than a faded memory, forgotten in her daughter’s shadow. And she would rise from the beaten depths of the Isle, bringing those most important with her, and give them the lives they deserved.

(That was her dream, fueled by Carlos’s invention and their new ability to steal magic from the barrier. To free them all, and give a better life to those she loved. It would come true, one day soon, different than she ever expected. Though she was right that she would reclaim her birthright on her own terms, those terms have nothing to do with the evil she now thinks she is.)

(She will learn she was never truly evil to begin with. She will make her magic truly her own, completely untainted by her mother’s wishes. She will reclaim the lost moors, and she will fill it with the love and light her mother destroyed, those she loves by her side.)

-=+=-

To Evie, magic was a tool. She had no real feelings to it, like how a writer feels no fondness for pens, nor a painter for brushes. She used alchemy books to mix beauty products for her mother, keeping the old woman preoccupied with something else, allowing Evie precious moments of freedom from her mother’s “love”. The word was so mutated in the queen’s mind, as if her unending barrage of insults was the same as Mal’s soft smile, Carlos’s beautiful rambling, Jay’s protective arms.

The best use for her magic was concocting healing brews, things she could give to her gang to save them even a bit of pain. A cream to clear the bruises on Carlos's chest, small packets for Jay to trade so he need not steal while injured, a bite of apple to save Mal’s life. Things to protect the three most important people in her life.

(Though, she had a hidden use for these healing salves too. A secret mix to hide scars, to blend discolorations in with the rest of her skin. She used it only when she truly needed, the others would easily tell if every scar she once had disappeared. But, if she ended up bleeding in the middle of the night, scratching at her skin and sobbing because her mother was right she was so ugly and useless and worthless, and said scratches disappeared before morning, well, no one would ever need to know they ever existed.

Because, truly, what right did she have to complain? What gave her the right cry and sob because her mother said something cruel? The others had parents who beat them till they bled, how could her mother’s words ever compare? Even if her mother screamed until her voice was raw, even if she repeated that Evie was ugly and worthless until the girl could do nothing but believe it herself, even if she forced her to avoid even the small amounts of food they could scrounge up, weakinging her to the point of fainting, possibly death if the others hadn't shoved food in her hands and forced her to eat, as if hurting herself would make her more beautiful.

Even if the Evil Queen, known for her own effortless beauty and even more effortless cruelty, hammered that lesson into the child’s head. That beauty is pain and the only way to have worth is to hurt and you must hurt to be loved, and if you are not in pain you are not beautiful you are not trying hard enough you are failing and they will all leave and you will be left with nothing but pain and your own ugliness.)

So, Evie was thankful for her magic, thankful she could heal those she loved, and hide things that would hurt them. Thankful she could keep her mother’s suspicion away, when the old woman’s view shifted from seeing Evie as an extension of herself to seeing her daughter as a competitor, someone who was out to betray her and take her place. A gift could appease the woman, at least for a bit, reminding her that the child before her had hair too light, skin too dark, lips too pale to be the girl the queen despised. Not that the queen wouldn't try to change that, pushing the child to look more beautiful than the girl who bested her, then punishing the child for being more beautiful than herself.

Her mother’s erraticy gave Evie some odd mix of both hatred and jealousy for her half sister. Her mother wanted her to be more beautiful than Snow White, going as far as to try and even bleach her daughter’s skin, forcing Evie to be the subject of dozens of ill advised experiments to make the girl “beautiful”. Evie hated her sister for the standard she set, for leaving her on the Isle, for their mother’s obsession. But she was desperately jealous of her, desperately wanted to be just as beautiful, partly so her mother would leave her be, but more so she would never lose the love she held so dear.

She feared that more than all, more than death itself, losing those she loved.

She’d heard tales of true love since birth, heard the idea scoffed at and hated. Told it was something for Aradon royalty, something she would never have, should never want. And yet, despite all that, despite the evil in her, the evil surrounding them, she had it. Had it with three incredible people she loved more than anything. But she knew she wasn't as beautiful as the princess in auradon, knew she wasn't as good as them. What if she lost it? What if the most important people in her life left, because she wasn't beautiful enough to be worthy of their love?

(One day, she will learn that beauty is not worth. One day she will learn her three-turned-four lovers would never leave her, least of all over something so meaningless. She will learn that she is beautiful because she is kind, and that those who love her do so for her mind not her body. And she will learn that she need not live to please them, that they will always exist as pillars of support in her life, but she will be able to go and become her own person, do what she wishes without worrying if what she wants would make them dislike her, make them want to leave. She will be able to grow and heal with them, work with them to build a life for themselves and a safe world for the other children like them. One day she will speak with her sister, using the cup bought just for her, something she will have done a thousand times before. And she won’t be cured, the memories of her mother’s voice will always haunt her, but she will have people who love her back home, and wedding rings comfortably heavy on her fingers, and kids to pick up later from school, and the knowledge that the lost children of the Isle are free, and the memories will be pushed away with ease.

One day she will use her magic to help her heal, not hide her pain.

That future may be far away, too far for her to see where she is now, trapped on the Isle, believing lies about love and herself. But it exists, and it’s waiting for her.)

-=+=-

To Carlos, his magic was inconsequential. As far as he was concerned, it didn’t exist. The only evidence of it was a flash of pain, quick, white hot burning in his chest when he pulled pure magic from his device on accident. And when he blinked the stars from his eyes, when he managed to pull breath into his lungs again, when he finally quelled the panic rising in his chest, he forced himself to ignore what had just happened. He made himself believe that the pain, the sudden surge of power, the overcoming sense of dread, was some kind of fluke, some byproduct of the barrier. Pure mortals must not handle magic well, he decided, and let the memory fade to the back of his mind.

Because it was easier. It was easier to let himself believe that he had no magic, to deny the obvious in front of him. It was easier to ignore the instinctual feeling that this magic was his, that there was something darker about it, darker than the magic of the barrier or Mal’s spells.

It was easier, because to accept it would be to face it. And to face it would mean he would have to use this magic, this magic that felt so instinctually wrong, yet so much his.

The magic felt evil, and even on this Isle of the forgotten, where evil was revealed in, evil was celebrated, he feared becoming evil himself. Because to him, there was very little true evil on the isle. The evil belonged to the adults, the ones banished for their actions. Jafar, Maleficent, the Evil Queen. His mother.

The other children may see themselves as cruel and evil, but he saw the truth. They were neutral, survivors in this abandoned wasteland. Born with evil inside them, and countering it with enough good to turn their black hearts gray. Protecting each other, caring for others, helping in the backhanded way you only understood if you grew up in a world where kindness brought pain.

And yet, despite the fact that any impartial party would tell you they were all the same, he saw himself as different from the rest. He could see the good they did, see them balance the scales to keep themselves from falling into evil. But no matter what he did, it never felt like enough. He felt as if he was teetering on the edge of a cliff, held up by nothing more than a fraying rope. And if he accepted this magic, it would slice straight through, sending him to his doom.

(He was too close to see the good he did. His mother’s screaming of how he was so horrid to her, how he brought her so much pain, how much she wished he was a good son confused him. He saw himself as bad, and saw that as an easy descent into evil, an easy descent into becoming those who had hurt him and those he loved.)

(He didn’t want to be evil, evil like Maleficent who would snap Mal’s bones with cold eyes. Evil like Jafar who’d beat Jay for bringing one to few things home. Evil like the Queen, who’d lie and scream and dim the brightness of Evie’s smile. Evil like his mother, who would hurt and hurt and hurt and never stop as long as it got her what she wanted, never feel remorse for the pain she brought.)

So he did with his magic what he did with his other problems, forget. Forcing them to the back of his mind, focusing on the immediate, focusing on surviving day to day. And you can’t blame him, not really. On the Isle every day is about making sure you live to your next, and that you can bring a handful of others with you.

And it may not have been his fault, but in doing so, in pushing aside the pain it brought and forcing himself to forget, he created more problems for himself. Because his magic would not go away, same with how pretending his mother didn’t exist didn’t simply make her disappear.

(One day, he will be forced to face this magic, to accept it as part of himself. It will bring him pain he doesn't deserve, but he will overcome it, four others by his side. He will realize that the evil he felt was nothing more than a reflection of his own fears, that he could never truly become evil. Because he didn’t want to be, won’t want to be, will never find joy in causing others pain. The things that will make him happy are bright days and small animals and unconventional dates and the laughter of children trying chocolate for the first time.

He will realize he could never be evil, never turn into those who hurt him. Never become his mother. And he will face his other problems, the ones so buried he hadn't thought of them in years, and he will overcome those too.)

-=+=-

im trash so i didn’t bother putting the italics in. it takes 20 minutes im sorry....

edit: i wnet back and added them uwu

jay’s getting his own fic which is basically one of these^^ but longer w/ fully written scenes lol. and uhhhh idr what i put in my a/n before but this is related to my other works/part of a series so please check out my ao3 ily https://archiveofourown.org/users/Blue_Pluto

edit: so i felt like i needed to give more info ig?? i gave carlos magic bc im using it as a metaphor in my d1/d2/d3 rewrites, which uhhh part of are posted but not really the magic parts yet.... trust me for rn lol,,,, ty for reading!!!

#descendants #my writing #evie descendants #mal descendants #carlos descendants #carlos de vil #mal daughter of maleficent #evie daughter of the evil queen

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saint-patrice · 5 years

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Tbh I would like to have the 34 *other* Bergy pics on your shortlist, complete with commentary lolol. And then (if you’re still waiting that is) any other Marchy pics with commentary? xD xD

oh my godddd you are my favourite person anon - ask and ye shall receive 😎 i should maybe warn that while this doesn’t have actual nsfw content you probably wouldn’t want to read this to your kids as a bedtime story. anyway, here we go:

this was very close to making the original list. i like the soft lighting and the kind of floofy hair, yet he still looks like he could absolutely fuck me up (both like in a fight and various other ways). this photo gets me thinking some thoughts ™ if i am being honest

a literal saint and god amongst men right here. his brown eyes are so soft and his little smile puts me at ease. this is a man who would treat me right (fact). this photo is also from quite deep into the playoffs so the beard is going a little wild, and whilst i’m glad it isn’t like this all of the time, i very much appreciate it when it’s around.

O CAP’N MY CAP’N (sorry zee). nah for real this exudes some real sexy alternate energy. if i were on the opposing team and i saw this formidable man just skating around looking like that i think i’d just go back down the tunnel and hide in the locker room. this man will fucking kneecap you for the sake of a goal if that’s what it takes. and then i remember that it’s patrice and he’s the nicest man alive and he would literally never, but that’s still the energy this image has. and i ain’t saying i don’t like it.

okay this is just cute. they look like 2 dads who aren’t entirely sure how to take a selfie but are willing to try. the outfits lend this a slightly chaotic energy - i can’t commend zee’s colour combo if i’m honest, and when juxtaposed with the plaid shirt it kind of hurts my head. but it adds to the dad energy so i still love it. also this is from chara’s ig and the caption is super sweet.

DADS WITH THEIR KIDS ALWAYS GETS ME. i don’t even want kids, nor do i particularly like them, but seeing a man with his child is the cutest thing in the world and this, predictably, is no exception. patrice’s son 100% has his eyes which is really cute. speaking of patrice’s eyes, he may be smiling here but if you look into his eyes all you will see is fear - that child does not appear too bothered about remaining upright on the ice, and i suspect thay bergy is concerned about this. it would be criminal for me to not comment on the jeans. bergy has some exceptional thighs as these jeans do an excellent job of highlighting that.

this is Hot, and i’m not accepting criticism on that opinion. the crisp white shirt w no jacket or tie, and the top buttons undone???? i need a lie down. the hands are also making a nice appearance which i can always appreciate. basically what i’m saying is that i’m jealous of that snake this is an excellent photo and i owe the bruins instagram person a drink for posting it.

do you remember when i said bergy had marvellous thighs? well take a fucking sip babes - they’re like tree trunks carved out of carrara marble. if i have to die i want it to be because they crushed my skull. this is also one of the clearest photos i’ve seen of his tattoo, so it has that going for it too ( sidenote if anyone has an image with literally a pixel of his tattoo pls send it my way, i’m getting desperate at this point). i also think men in jewellery is a good look so i’m digging his beaded bracelets and silver chain. fantastic picture all round.

yeah okay there’s no escaping that the main reason this one made the list is 🍑. it’s exquisite. those pants also do a great job on the thighs too. the hair, socked feet (no i dont have a fetish i just think ppl in their socks with no shoes is kind of funny), and hands get an honourable mention

is this the only picture that has ever mattered? i’d believe it. patrice just lovingly gazing down at his son giving his hockey husband a handshake? you just can’t beat it. i have also been emotionally ruined by that tiny #37 jersey oh my

in the interest of being polite, i will describe this look as rugged. he has probably objectively looked better but i just like this photo and awful lot.

i don’t think i can give any commentary on this without saying something genuinely not suitable for public eyes. the 2 things i will say are: the only thing keeping me going completely feral horny looking at this is those pants,, if they were black or navy i’d be dead; and patrice i am begging you to do up a few more buttons on your shirt or remove it completely or i’m not going to live much longer.

oh man i just love this??? i can’t even explain why. the lack of much beard and the expression in his eyes just makes him look massively soft - i would give him a kiss on the nose and a cuddle in this photo

(gif via @gaudreau) i am slightly loathe to admit this bc it sounds weird but cuts and bruises can sometimes be a real look so this checks that box for me. his smile when he talks truly is one of the finer things in life too. also the lil shrug. i love you mr pikachu

a** fantastic **angle. this is just prime beautiful bergy. excellent level of beard imo, the lighting shows off his v nice bone structure, and the nose is looking fab as always. weird observation of the day is that his neck looks nice in this

i mean obviously this had to go in - lord knows it’s fucking iconic. i have so many questions about how this situation came to be (aside from the fact that alcohol was involved. did brad initiate it? or patrice? why are they spinning? what the fuck? how the fuck? why was i not invited?) but anyway, this photo increased my thirst for a shirtless bergy photo at least two-hundredfold. at this point it’s a need not a want. i don’t think i can continue to comment on this without straying into nsfw territory so we’ll leave it at that. oh the things i would do

classic humble patrice making an appearance here, reminding us that he is not only the most handsome bastard to ever walk planet earth, but he’s a great guy too. just can’t hate him. and boy is he handsome in this gif. excellent stubble (im really invested in his facial hair if you hadn’t noticed), and the smile that could melt even my cold heart on display here. also bonus points for the previously mentioned thing about cuts/bruises. (sorry). i love this one

in contrast to some of the prior ones, this picture is so cute that i can make nothing but pg comments about it. this is exactly the same face we all make when someone points a camera at us and says “cheese!” and i love that. the man looks good in white. good, wholesome content right here.

(gif via @weekendatbergysblog) okay the baby is cute but the fucking headband is what gets me in this. i’m able to make no further comment because this short circuits my brain.

(gif via @davidpastrnut)when i first saw this gif i had to go find the source video because i didn’t believe he actually said that but i’m here to tell you: he did. i love these hockey husbands so much. also i saw this tagged as “# hot waiter” one time and i still haven’t got over how accurate that is. someone more talented than me, i’m begging you for that fucking au

(gif via @gaudreau) can patrice please stop looking up ??? it’s unfair that someone can look so good just looking in a direction what the fucK. he’s so stunning.

i love this one. brad pulling his hoodie down like that looks like he’s... soliciting and honestly who could blame him. bergy looks very cute, if a bit edgy in the all black. the hand is a treat in this one hooooooooooooooooo yes

this one show’s off patrice’s dark features very well. it’s amazing how he has such dark hair, dark eyes, big dark eyebrows, and dark facial hair, yet it doesn’t overcrowd or shadow his face ( except occasionally in awful lighting) ??? does anyone actually know how that works?? he’s looking very pensive here, and that hoodie looks oh-so-cosy. absolutely would cuddle.

**how cute is this y’all. **in case you thought you were just missing something, no, patrice is not sitting on a chair. he’s just maintaining that deep squat like a champ. maybe that’s the secret to his sublime thighs... the navy/deep red is an excellent look on him, and we get a rare glimpse of bergy with his wedding ring, which i find to be oddly cute. bonus points for him being beside a very cute kid too :)

(gif via @jakedebrask) this, i, ummmmm. i- uhh. just. um. yeah. so like. uhhhh... swiftly moving on

(gif via @davidpastrnut) this motherfucker and his handsome fucking face even looks good in that god-awful wooly patriots hat. honestly it looks like he’s about to go out and have a snowball fight (presumably with brad). decidedly rather domestic and i love it

(gif via @davidpastrnut) intense media patrice is intense. this is such a classic bergy face though, i love it. every time some media person asks him some big long question he puts on this exact very-invested-and-slightly-concerned face, its iconic. looking cosy in a hoodie once again. stop it.

nice polo, dude

(gif via @davidpastrnut) that tshirt looks like its fighting for its life to contain those biceps. a dark, brooding patrice that has some sort of slow burn au stirring deep in my mind. from other angles in this interview the tattoo is fairly visible also.

this has such a strong energy it almost knocked me off my feet. again, i can see this being some sort of business or maybe criminal masterminds au. but fuck me, does that man looking something beautiful in a suit. the one hand in the pocket is quite frankly BDE too. i’m glad i’m not into dadkes or esle i think this whole picture would be too much for me.

he is literally the kind of man you’d want to bring home to your parents. i’m glad he seems to have cashed in on the navy/deep red combo because it really does suit him. he looks so fucking dapper here i may be very much in love

another excellent on-ice shot of him, albeit his slightly concerned expression. the beard is looking fucking crisp here hello sir. not much else to say on this, just a handsome, handsome boy.

(gif via @jeffsamardzija) another one that gives me Thoughts. he’s literally so beautiful. hair is cut a little shorter than usual on the sides and on anyone else it would scream fuckboy but i’m kind of digging it on bergy, at least on this one occasion. if i say anything else we’ll go down the rabbit hole

oof this is_ intense. _bergy aside, this is just an incredible shot tbh. rare that we get to see mr perfect not completely level-headed and playing it cool so it feels like a treat when we do. lowkey hot ngl

last but very certainly not least, mr patrice bergeron, four-time bergeron award winner, holding the award itself. this photo honestly just makes my heart swell a little with pride - it’s what he deserves!!!! just absolutely dapper in a beautiful suit as always, and a smile that could topple a nation to round it all off.

thank you so much for this anon!!! it was rather self-indulgent but i hope you like it :) also i will absolutely do another one with marchy, although my nails have been dry for about 2 hours now so i’ll probably do it tomorrow or friday, but it’s on its way :)

#i will credit gifs in a minute #im on desktop so i need to look them up #i'm sorry this turned into a literal essay holy mother of fuck #its literally 2k words #answered #bruins #Anonymous #bruins photos compilations #bergeron

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aliferous-ly · 5 years

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Forgot

WOW I TOTALLY DIDNT FORGET ABOUT SECRET SANTA AHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA ME??? FORGET??? NEVER

Summary: “Logan, meanwhile, was struggling to suppress the growing panic in his chest. Stupid, stupid, stupid, Logan chastised himself, rubbing his gloves together, breaths making little puffs of white in the cold air. What would still be open? Walmart? Probably? For those as irresponsible and foolish as he?”

Words: 3866 bc i’m uncontrollable

Genre: fluff??? idk my man

Pairing: there’s no explicit romance. logicality if you squint but its like, heavy platonic shipping ig? i’m a mess forgive me

warnings: uhh ghosts implications, there’s a cancer mention, self deprecation, i think that’s it?? if there’s something else let me know!!

tags: @sassy-in-glasses @rose-gold-roman @justanotherpurplebutterfly @echomist13

THIS IS FOR @kaana-the-ace-witch idk who else to tag for the secret santa thing but UR THE MOST IMPORTANT GOTTA MAKE SURE U SEE THIS

Logan wasn’t a forgetful person. He kept a very specific itinerary, thank you very much, and it was color coded (no, it wasn’t a bullet journal, Roman) for easy reading. Really, nothing could go wrong, if he followed the schedule.

But when Virgil said, “Oh, hey, we’re going over to Pat and Ro’s room for Christmas tomorrow morning, Pat said they’re putting together a huge breakfast,” at eleven thirty pm on December twenty-fourth, Logan felt like a bucket of ice water dumped down his back and trickled through his veins.

“O-oh, alright,” Logan said, like his world hadn’t just fallen apart at the seams.

“You good?” Virgil asked, eyes flicking from the TV displaying Uncharted IV to Logan’s face.

“Peachy,” Logan said. He abruptly stood. “I’m going to turn in. Goodnight.”

“Um, okay, Logan–” Virgil paused the game to face him fully. “Are you sure you’re okay–”

Virgil blinked at the empty room, eyes narrowing. Had he just seen the front door closing, or was that just his imagination?

The sounds from the television drew him back to the screen and Virgil settled back down. If something horrible was going on, Logan would give him at least some sort of warning. Maybe he just forgot sleep existed, and being reminded of the next day’s activities sparked that well-known responsibility.

Virgil shrugged, ate some chips, and unpaused the game.

Logan, meanwhile, was struggling to suppress the growing panic in his chest. Stupid, stupid, stupid, Logan chastised himself, rubbing his gloves together, breaths making little puffs of white in the cold air. What would still be open? Walmart? Probably? For those as irresponsible and foolish as he?

Logan couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe himself. How could he forget – no, how could he neglect to receive any form of gift for the gift-giving season? Hell, he gave Virgil a Hanukkah gift on the first and last day, with Patton and Roman filling the days in between.

Not a single gift. Not for Roman, not for Virgil, and most importantly, not for Patton.

Undoubtedly Patton had gotten him the best, most thoughtful gift he could think of. What if he spent hours and hours focusing on his gift, only to be presented with a last-minute dump of a present? Logan could hardly live with himself. He simply couldn’t believe...

Walmart wouldn’t have a decent gift. It would be picked clean. Could he buy something of worth before tomorrow?

Maybe he had something at his parents house? But that was three hours away, he would get little to no sleep on a gamble. He couldn’t call Roman, he would tell Patton – they lived together, after all – and if he didn’t intentionally tell him, Patton would figure it out – he was much smarter than he let on. Plus, Roman would just have to be overly dramatic – “I can’t believe you forgot to gift the most wonderful human being, me, with a present! The audacity!”

He couldn’t tell Virgil, Virgil was... Virgil. Virgil didn’t need any added stress in his life, he’d finally relaxed, and Logan knew how empathetic Virgil was. Virgil would definitely get himself all wrapped up in Logan’s issues and ramp up his own stress in the process. Logan couldn’t – wouldn’t – do that to him.

And obviously Logan couldn’t tell Patton. Never. Logan was well aware of his shortcomings as a friend, and expressing love was definitely fell into the “needs work” category. Patton... Patton was the best friend anyone could ever have, and Logan couldn’t stomach presenting his failures to Patton, let alone deal with his “it’s okay, Logan. No, really, don’t worry about it!” Mostly because Logan wanted to be a good friend, he wanted to be the best friend anyone could ever have but it was so hard, none of it came naturally to him.

Logan walked through the park to reach downtown, but paused when a figure slide across the pond, the metal of their skates glinting in the moonlight. They slid over to the edge of the pond, mere feet from where Logan had paused.

“Whatcha doing out this late on Christmas Eve?” they asked, their voice gravely but soothing.

“Finding a gift,” Logan said, the words falling unbidden from his lips. He shoved his hands further into his pockets, fighting the urge to defend himself with I swear I love them, I’m just foolish, please don’t think I’m some deadbeat...

“Ah. Forget?” they said, eyes shining with the reflection of the snow. Logan supposed their eyes must be a lighter color, maybe blue or green. Wrinkles lined their cheeks, or what Logan could see of them. “Or did someone finally convince you?”

Logan scrunched up his nose. “I forgot. I have no idea what to get them.”

“More than one person?” they asked.

“Yeah,” Logan released a puff of air, frustrated. “I can’t think of anything for any of them. It’s too late.”

“It’s never too late,” they said. Their skates touched the snow and they walked, gait smooth despite the blades on their feet, and approached a bench.

“What about you?” Logan asked. “What are you doing out so late?”

“It was a tradition of my daughter and mine to ice skate on the Eve,” they said, lowing themselves onto the bench with an oof. They patted the spot next to them. “Humor an old man for a few minutes?”

Logan nodded once, twice, and then delicately sat next to him. The man sighed. “She was gorgeous, my daughter. Hair was always chopped short, the sharpest eyes you’d ever seen.”

“What happened to her?” Logan asked.

“Cancer,” the old man said, smiling softly. “Hated wearing wigs, so she never did.”

There was a beat of silence, and Logan had no idea what to say. I’m sorry for your loss?

“What about your gifts?” the man asked. “Who did you forget?”

“My best friends,” Logan said, that twinge of frustration twisting in his gut. “All three of them.”

“Tell me about them,” the man said. “While I rest my old feet.”

“Okay,” Logan said, taking his hands out of his pockets to rub them together. “Um, one of them is as quiet as the night, and he’s insanely clever while being obscenely obtuse at the same time. He loves to write... and another is loud, loud as the sun and just as bright, and he doesn’t like to be called a nerd, but...” Logan’s lip twisted. “And then there’s... well. He’s like... he’s... inexplicable. He’s smart, so smart, but in every way I’m not. He could make friends with just about anyone, and he cares, so much, about everything.”

“Ah,” the man said softly. “They sound wonderful.”

“They are,” Logan said, the words landing woeful instead of wistful. “And I can never live up to that. I can never give the best gift...”

“Well, I might have a little something for the first friend of yours,” the old man said, fishing through his pocket. He pulled out a small colored pencil set, with five colors – red, yellow, blue, black, and white. “Of course, it doesn’t seem like much at first glance.”

“Oh, I... I can’t take this,” Logan said. “Um, it’s yours, and it looks... important.”

“Oh, everything has its own importance,” the man said.

“Also...” Logan frowned at his hands, not wanting to burst the man’s bubble. “I think Roman is getting him prismacolors for Christmas. It would pale in comparison.”

“Oh, but this isn’t any regular old pencil set,” the man said. “It’s magic.”

Logan snorted softly, holding the pencil set carefully. The cardboard was worn and didn’t seem to have any brand logo on it. They were obviously used but still had a good amount of lead left, and Logan couldn’t figure out why he loved them so much.

“Magic, hm?” Logan turned the pencil set over in his hand. “What’s so magic about–”

Logan blinked at thin air, lips parted. He tentatively reached out and touched the wood, furrowing his eyebrows and frowning.

Where...

He looked back at the pencil set in his hand and pocketed it, standing slowly. The world felt off-kilter, like he’d just woken up, and a street light flickered.

“Okay,” Logan murmured to himself. “Maybe you just blacked out and missed the goodbyes. That’s fine. That’s normal.”

He started walking down the path, fingers running over the small, angular box. Weird...

He almost tripped on something, catching himself just before hitting the hard concrete.

“Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry!” a tinny voice cried out, a small girl appearing in his line of sight and picking up a wooden ball. She cradled it to her chest, curly brown hair framing her face.

“Uh, hello,” Logan said, rigid. He did not know how to handle kids. “Um, what’s your name?”

“My name?” the girl cocked her head. “What are you doing out so late?”

Winded, Logan took a breath. “What are you doing out so late?”

“Waiting for my Gran,” she said. “She’ll be here soon.”

“Okay,” Logan said uncertainly.

“She really loves me,” the girl continued. “I love her, too, but sometimes I feel like I’m invisible. Do you feel invisible sometimes? I do. It’s her birthday next week and I don’t know what to get her. What do you get your friends for their birthdays?”

“I... don’t know,” Logan said. “I’m trying to find Christmas gifts for them right now.”

“Right now?” the girl cocked her head to the side. “Okay. Can you find them?”

Logan shook his head. “Not very well.”

“What are they like?” the girl asked, expression open and vibrant.

“Um.” Logan cleared his throat, feeling an odd sense of deja vu. “One cares so much about everything but pretends he cares about nothing, another is passionate and vigorous, and he does everything all or nothing. The last is... he’s... he’s like a blanket, or the smell of baking cookies, and he’s so talented at so many things I don’t think I can live up, sometimes...”

Logan’s throat closed and he settled his gaze on the ground. Why... how... where did all that come from?

“Oh!” she said, delighted. “I have something for your second friend!”

“What?” Logan said, barely managing to get the word out before she shoved the ball into his hands. Smooth, round, with chipped red paint... it didn’t look like much.

“I can’t take this,” Logan protested. “This is yours!”

“But it’s magic,” she said sagely, voice whisper-quiet, lips stretched into a secretive grin. “Touch it, and all your wildest dreams come true!” She wiggled her fingers, making small explosion noises with her mouth.

“Um,” Logan twisted the ball in his hands. “Like a magic eight ball?”

“A magic eight ball?” she repeated. “What’s a magic – oh!” her eyes widened comically, gaze darting around her body. “Oh, oh!”

“What’s wrong?” Logan looked around him, searching for danger. “What’s...”

Logan froze. “Where’d...” he said into empty air, cold and sharp. “But...” he looked at the wooden ball, feeling the grooves and chips against his fingertips.

He pocketed the ball and slowly got to his feet, stretching his fingers and rolling his wrists. Everything seemed... off. Off in an indescribable way.

Okay, he told himself. Get to walmart, find something for your friends. Or... he ran his fingers over the pencil set, over the wooden sphere. For Patton...?

Logan shoved his hands deep into his pockets and continued on, keeping his gaze on the ground so he didn’t see any ice skating men or little girls with wooden toys. He had to keep staring at the path, get to walmart, maybe buy and obscene amount of candy to cover up his complete and utter incompetence.

“Hey!”

Logan flinched. He didn’t want to look up, didn’t want to see someone else, didn’t want to –

“Hey!” a rough hand pushed at his shoulder and he almost fell over, slipping on ice only for the same hand to catch his arm, whirl him around and spin him upright again.

Logan heaved a few breaths, eyes wide as he stared into golden brown eyes.

“What’s a guy gotta do to get someone’s attention, huh?” he said. He released his hold on Logan, crossing his arms and scrunching up his nose. He appeared the same age as Logan, maybe even younger, but...

“You’re in college, right?” he said, voice sharp and snarky.

“Yeah,” Logan said. “You?”

The guy shrugged. “Never made it out of highschool.”

Logan furrowed his eyebrows. “What...?”

He glanced at him, and unreadable expression in his face. “Why’re you out here, man? You look like you got friends. It’s like, midnight.”

“I forgot to get them gifts, so,” Logan shrugged. “I’m getting them some.”

“Wow,” he laughed, raucous and loud. “That’s awesome. Great. Fantastic. You sound like the most wonderful friend of all.”

“Yeah, I know,” Logan said. “I gotta get to it, so...”

“Wait,” he said, reaching out but drawing back at the last moment, fingers curling in. “I... kinda know what that’s like.” He scuffed at the ground. “Not knowing what to get friends, I mean. Or...” his face twisted. “Boyfriends.”

“Boyfriends?” Logan said, blinking.

“Hold onto them,” the boy said, glancing at him and trapping him in his gaze, eyes blazing like fire. “Hold onto your friends because one day you’ll disappear.”

“You mean they’ll disappear?” Logan said, leaning back.

“Y... yeah, of course,” he said, pulling away and leaning against a tree. “Sure.”

“Um, I’ll be...”

“Wait, just...” he sighed, looking far more dejected than any teenager had business being. “Tell me about them? I miss having friends.”

“Okay, well...” Logan almost denied his request but after seeing his downcast gaze, his frustrated scuffing, he relented. “One is... one is soft and sharp at the same time, one is angry and freakishly patient, and the last is... he’s, just, he’s clever and thoughtful, and he tries so so hard to help other people but he forgets to care for himself, too, and we forget to care for him sometimes...” Logan snapped his mouth shut. Why oh why did he always start to ramble about them?

The boy’s mouth flickered into a smile before he schooled it back into a scowl. “Yeah, okay. I think I got something for the last one.”

“What are you talking about?” Logan asked, reaching into his pockets in confusion. “I don’t want anything from you.”

“It never matters if you want anything, does it?” the boy said. “Not now, anyway. This is about them.”

“I... yeah,” Logan said. “But...”

“Okay, let’s just get this over with,” he sighed and reached into his sweatshirt pocket, pulling out a gilded bracelet. “This... yeah, whatever, you’ve heard it all, yadda yadda.”

“What?” Logan said, feeling winded.

The boy shoved the bracelet in his hands. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

“I’m not, I’m just...” Logan looked down at the bracelet, a golden chain with small leaves hanging off like a mini flower crown. With... leaves instead of flowers. So not really a flower crown more of a leaf crown and Logan should really, really stop thinking.

“Thanks,” Logan said, looking up. He took a step back at the complete emptiness that greeted him, but he wasn’t completely surprised, either. Somehow he knew the teenage boy would disappear, just like the old man and the little girl.

“Thanks,” Logan said again, softer. He gently placed the bracelet with his other three gifts and turned around. Undoubtedly they would be disappointed with his gifts and would have that “thanks...” tone, of subtle disappointment, but Logan couldn’t bring himself to take a trip to some capitalist department store to grab some cheap gimmick.

They would be disappointed, but at least they wouldn’t be disappointed in a cheap car charger.

He trudged home, watching his step. He heard the giggle of a girl but saw nothing when he turned, and he noticed a figure moving across the pond but when he raced through the path to the edge there was nobody there. A scoff followed him home, and Logan carefully opened the door to his dorm, peaking to see if Virgil was still awake.

Bright lights spilled across the carpet, the intro screen to Uncharted IV dancing across Virgil’s face. Virgil, however, was dead asleep, mouth hanging open and light snores falling from his mouth.

Reaching down, Logan carefully picked him up and carried him to his room, gently setting him down on the mattress and pulling the comforter. Come morning, Logan would have to drag him out of bed, and Virgil would hang off of him until they got to Roman and Patton’s room, where he would promptly hang off of Roman for the better part of the morning.

But until then... Logan had some gifts to wrap.

—

“Okay, I know I sounded like, hella ungrateful when I opened those pencils, but they’re magical or some shit, I swear to god,” Virgil said the moment Logan opened the door.

Logan froze, halfway through taking off his coat and shoes. “Oh?”

“Yeah, like,” Virgil waved around the black pencil emphatically. “I always get the color I’m trying to blend! And I used to hate coloring with colored pencil because it’s not like acrylic paints where you can test the color before blending so I always hated using colored pencils but these work like god herself crafted them.”

“Um, I’m glad,” Logan said, a grin twitching onto his lips. “I’m... I’m really glad.”

“Yes, bless these freakish colored pencils,” Virgil said reverently. “Also, Roman called me, he’s looking for you.”

“Why didn’t he just call me?” Logan asked. Virgil gave him a look. “Right, okay, he didn’t just call about me. Thanks.”

“Sure,” Virgil said, chewing on the back of the red pencil.

Logan finagled his phone out of his pocket, dropping some books on the counter in the process, and called Roman. He picked up on the third ring.

“Logan, my favorite person in the entirety of the world!” Roman greeted him.

“What do you want?” Logan asked flatly, holding the phone up with his ear and flipping open his chemistry book.

“You wound me,” Roman declared. “Insinuating I only call when I need something, that’s cruel.”

“Mmhmm,” Logan said.

“I just... wanted to let you know, or, I mean,” Roman’s voice lost the exuberance and settled into something softer. “Thanks for that wooden ball thing. Like, I thought it was the lamest thing at first, because, a wooden ball, really? But every time I’m nervous for an audition, or I don’t think I’m going to pass a test, I just... wish on it, like you told me to, and it’s like all my hard work pays off. It’s weird and there’s probably no correlation but it happens too often to be normal so I thought I’d just... thank you.”

“Oh,” Logan said. His phone almost slipped from his shoulder but he caught it before it fell too far. “Um, that’s... that’s crazy. I mean–”

“Yeah, pretty much,” Roman said, voice slipping into ramble mode. “I mean, it’s crazy, right? It shouldn’t matter, because it’s a wooden sphere, like one I could buy at Hobby Lobby, and the paint is chipped in lots of places like my mom painted it when she was seven or something, and–”

“Roman,” Logan said.

“But it’s really very great,” Roman said softly. “Thank you. And sorry for being a jerk on Christmas.”

“You weren’t a jerk, Roman,” Logan said. “Trust me. I know when you’re being a jerk.”

“Okay,” Roman said, uncertainly.

“And, you’re welcome, I’m glad it’s working so well,” Logan said, flashing back to the little girl. Your wildest dreams will come true indeed.

“Oh, and Patton’s at Crimson Valley, you should go say hi,” Roman said. “He mentioned thanking you for his gift, too, but wanted to do it in person. Said it’s more authentic?”

“O-oh, okay,” Logan said. He sat still for a few solid moments. “I mean, I was going to start studying.”

“Dude, we don’t have school, what are you doing,” Roman said, words edged with disbelief.

“I’m behind on some stuff,” Logan said, running his hands through his hair. “And I don’t want to fall behind.”

“Do you want Patton to be alone at the cafe?” Roman asked, and they both knew Logan’s answer before Logan opened his mouth.

“Of course not,” Logan said. “I’ll be there in ten.”

“Yayy!!” Roman said. “I mean, I’m not going to be there, but Patton’ll be happy.”

“I’m sure,” Logan said, sighing. “Okay, talk to you later.”

“Bye!” Roman cheered. For what, Logan couldn’t say.

The phone clicked underneath his ear and Logan resigned himself.

“I’m going out,” Logan said.

“Again?” Virgil asked.

“Yup, Patton’s alone at a cafe,” Logan said. “Roman enlisted me to keep him company.”

“Sounds like Roman,” Virgil said. “Good luck.”

“Good luck?” Logan repeated. “I’m not going into war.”

Virgil turned towards him, shifting his whole body so he could give Logan another look.

Logan rolled his eyes, shrugging his coat on. “Fair point.”

“See ya.”

“Bye.”

Logan walked steadily to the cafe, and braced himself the moment he opened the door. When he wasn’t instantly barraged by an armful of Patton, he opened his eyes.

Patton, tucked into a corner of the cafe, was quiet.

Logan walked up to him and slid into the seat opposite him. “Hey.”

“Oh, hey!” Patton said, expression instantly shifting from pensive to happy. “How are you? I wasn’t expecting you here!”

“Roman told me to come,” Logan said, and then instantly regretted it. “Um. He said something about my christmas present...?”

“Oh, this!” Patton said, lifting up his wrist to display the glittering bracelet. “I... the weirdest thing happens when I touch it. I’m just overwhelmed with this... this affection and wonder for everything, especially my friends.” Patton stared him dead in the eye. “Especially for you.”

Heat rushed to his cheeks and Logan stared pointedly at the table.

“And it’s so magical, and wonderful, that I thought I’d let you know,” Patton said, smile gentle and soft.

Logan glanced up at him, ears hot, and noted the pink dusting on Patton’s cheeks.

“Um, you’re, you’re welcome,” Logan said, coughing.

“It’s so strange,” Patton said. “All of your gifts seem so simple, but they have such a large impact.” He held the bracelet up to the light and admired the way the gold glittered in the sun. “Where did you find them?”

Logan smiled. From an old man with nostalgia, a little girl with wishes, and a teenager with hopes.

“I found them on Christmas Eve,” Logan said instead, and when Patton turned to look at him, the light shone through the window and ignited the deep browns and golds of his irises.

Something crashed, and they looked to the left. A little girl frowned at a shattered cup but laughed when someone who looked like her grandfather gave her candy and promised her another cup. A teenager rocked on his chair, pressing his feet against the table and scowling.

Patton blinked at them and giggled before turning back to Logan.

“I’m glad you love it,” Logan murmured, touching the gold of the bracelet lightly.

Patton smiled, cheeks red, and Logan grinned right back.

#sanders secret santa 2k18 #logan sanders #logan centric #sanders sides fic #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #brabbles #wow i cranked this out in one day im proud?? between all the family things??? hell yeah #sfhkdshf im sorry i forgottt but its lowkey on time!!

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missymariee · 6 years

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Going Public - Noah Centineo

A/N: Okayyy another Noah imagine for you guys 😚 This was requested by @livexlovexlaughxdreamxx as well as a few anons. This is prompt #1 and #2 from my followers celebration list! The prompts will be bolded down below. It’s a bit angsty & i hope you like it xx.

You and Noah have been dating for a few weeks now and it’s been pure bliss. He’s so wonderful and sweet you almost can’t believe that he’s real. He’s also a whole lot of fun. Noah is one of those funny, outgoing people who doesn’t care what others think of him. You love that side of him because he’s always being his goofy self no matter the environment. He likes to break out in dance and taking weird selfies to post on Instagram.

He’s also such a kind and sensitive guy which balances out his silly side really well. For a guy who looks like he could be a total frat boy he’s quite in tune with his emotions, sometimes even more than you are. But, your favourite aspect of his personality has to be his hopeless romantic side. He’s never afraid to make grand (and cheesy) romantic gestures or talk honestly about his feelings. He’s the kind of guy who wears his heart on his sleeve and you love him for it.

The only problem is that your relationship is a secret. Well, it’s more of an issue for Noah who wants to show you off to world. Unlike him, you aren’t as comfortable having your face plastered all over social media and in the tabloids. So, keeping things on the down low was more of your idea. Noah doesn’t want to push you into doing something you’re uncomfortable with, he simply wishes that you could see yourself the way he sees you. A beautiful, funny, loving and generous human being. Even if you couldn’t see those traits for yourself he sure does.

With his career picking up more and more people were taking an interest in him and it was terrifying. Of course, you were ecstatic for him since he was succeeding and his dreams were becoming real. But, it meant that there would be more eyes on him which could lead to people finding out about you.

Noah tried multiple times to convince you that his fans would love and accept you, but you couldn’t get yourself to believe him. You were worried that the second your relationship went public you would receive hundreds of death threats or horrible comments. Or worse, people would tell Noah that you weren’t pretty or talented enough to be with him, feeding into what you already believed to be true. Those insecurities were very real to you and Noah always respected them. He’d always if you wanted to be in his IG story even if he knew you’d say no. He didn’t want to push you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with.

However, with time it truly started to worry him that you didn’t want anyone to know about your relationship. He didn’t want you to hide your wonderful self away from the world anymore. So, he decided to take things into his own hands.

One day, Noah decided to secretly post his favourite picture of you on Instagram to introduce you as his girlfriend. He wanted the whole world to see how he sees you, a beautiful and amazing human being. He wrote this beautiful caption about how you were the light of his life but you didn’t see that. The only thing you saw was a picture of you that was posted on social media and you froze in disbelief. It took about 5 seconds for you to go from being in shock to seeing red.

You threw your phone on the bed not wanting to look at it anymore and stomped into the living room where Noah was watching TV. He sat on the couch nervously knowing that you were coming to talk to him about the picture.

“What the hell did you just do?” You snap and he winces.

“I posted a picture on Instagram…” he trails off and you take a deep breath.

“I’m serious Noah. Why would you do something like that? You know how I felt about going public”

He frowns then gets up the from the couch to stand in front of you. “I did this for you, for us”

“You should have told me!” you reply angrily. “You can’t just make a decision like this without me”

“I know you’re mad but you have to understand-”

“No Noah. I wasn’t ready for everyone to find out about us and you knew that”

“I’m sorry Y/N”

“You should be!” you sigh and take a second to calm down, not wanting to fight with him. “You know I love you but can you just leave.” Noah purses his lips but nods. He knew that he was partly in the wrong and giving you space would be a good idea.

“Alright, I’ll go. But please read what I captioned the picture and what the fans are replying”

“My self-esteem is already low, I don’t need to read what they’re saying and feel worse about myself” you mutter and Noah shakes his head in disagreement.

“They’re not saying anything bad things Y/N. They like you.” he sighs sadly and looks at you with love in his eyes “I wished you could see how amazing you are.” With that Noah gently kisses your forehead and starts to walk out of your apartment.

“Wait!” your initial frustration dissipates as he started to walk away so you take a few steps towards him and grab his hand. “I don’t actually want you to leave. You just caught me off guard”

“Don’t apologize for what you’re feeling. I get that I should’ve talked to you before I posted the picture. I just really wanted to show you off to everyone.” He shrugs sheepishly.

“Yeah I know. Next time you’ll talk to me beforehand yeah? I don’t need any more surprises.”

“I promise I will,” he pauses and grins “Does this mean we can post cute couple pics now?”

“Let’s just take it one step at a time, but eventually yes.” You laugh as Noah excitedly punches the air. It had definitely been a bit of a crazy day but you were glad that you talked things out with Noah. You understood where he was coming from and you weren’t angry with him anymore. In the end, it might’ve been for the best.

Later that night you took a closer look at the caption he wrote and your heart melted. His words were the most beautiful and sweetest things anyone had ever said about you. It didn’t make all your insecurities vanish in a second but it made you feel loved. And not only by Noah, the replies his fans were posting in the comments were also so kind. Although you weren’t initially pleased with Noah’s move to announce you as his girlfriend on social media, you were actually a little happy he did it.

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pgoeltz · 5 years

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Leaked memos prove Google is a massive criminal enterprise engaged in felony election meddling and racketeering

Tuesday, April 09, 2019 by: Mike Adams Tags: banned, Big Tech, Blacklist, Censored, Censorship, Collusion, corruption, evil, Glitch, Google, internet, news cartels, Pandu Nayak, Paul Haahr, search engine, tech giants

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(Natural News) A bombshell series of leaked internal memos from Google reveals that the search engine is engaged in a massive criminal enterprise that may be prosecuted for engaging in “criminal racketeering.” The Daily Caller has acquired these internal memos which describe the manual process whereby Google selectively de-lists news websites that focus on conservative content, natural health and vaccine awareness information, among other topics. Once websites are targeted by Google for being blacklisted, virtually none of their pages appear in any search results whatsoever. (Natural News was almost completely blacklisted beginning in June of 2017.)

“Google does manipulate its search results manually, contrary to the company’s official denials, documents obtained exclusively by The Daily Caller indicate,” reports The Daily Caller. The DC describes Google’s ultra-secret “XPA news blacklist” being maintained by “Google’s Trust & Safety team,” which carries out the politically-motivated censorship and blacklisting actions to silence news sites that Google wants to suppress.

These memos reveal a shocking criminal enterprise being run inside Google, carrying out felony election meddling crimes and actions that qualify as “racketeering” under the RICO Act. Named as co-conspirators in this criminal enterprise are some of Google’s top engineers, including Paul Haahr (@haahr on Twitter) and Pandu Nayak.

Paul Haahr is explicitly responsible for censoring Natural News and other natural health websites, as he heads up the censorship efforts to target so-called “science / medical denial” and “conspiracy theories.” Ironically, Paul Haahr it himself carrying out a conspiracy to silence the truth about medicine, vaccines, cancer cures and natural health, yet part of his job is to censor “conspiracy theories.” Perhaps he tells himself, “There are no conspiracies… except the ones I’m running!”

You can see his Linkedin page at: https://www.linkedin.com/in/paulhaahr (in case you’ve always wondered what the bio of an actual Joseph Goebbels-class criminal-minded propagandist looks like).

Here’s a photo of Paul Haahr and Matt Cutts, both long-time Google engineers who many have accused of being NSA spooks that turned Google into a surveillance front for the intelligence deep state (NSA). See this article, “Google and the NSA: Who’s holding the ‘sh#t-bag’ now?” by Julian Assange. These guys sure look happy for being so incredibly evil and deceptive. This is what pure evil looks like:

From the comment section of that article:

Google has long been closely enmeshed with the US intelligence agencies. Dr. Rick Steinheiser in the Office of Research and Development at the CIA and Matt Cutts of the NSA, to name a few, are employed by Google in high-level positions. Google Earth and Google Maps software came from Keyhole, Inc., which was funded by the CIA via In-Q-Tel. As well, Google has been helping the Chinese government in censoring the internet in that country.

“Disappearing” news websites the spooks at Google don’t want you to read

“The purpose of the blacklist will be to bar the sites from surfacing in any Search feature or news product,” says the memo, reported by The Daily Caller. Sites targeted in this way receive virtually no presence on Google and are punitively banned from top news, videos, sidebars and other search elements. Importantly, website are manually added to the XPA news blacklist by people like Paul Haahr, an un-elected techno-fascist who operates with zero accountability, transparency or ethics.

“This document, which describes the process by which a site can be blacklisted for deceptive news, clearly shows that there is a manual component,” reports The Daily Caller. Banned news websites are added to a text file used by the Google search engine to determine which domains get banned. That text file is named:

deceptive_news_blacklist_domains.txt

It’s not difficult to figure out that “deceptive” news websites, as decided by Google, are news websites which support President Trump, the United States Constitution, natural healing, awareness about vaccine dangers, geoengineering, the dangers of GMOs, opposition to globalism or any other topic that Google decides it opposes.

The Daily Caller’s investigation names several websites which are explicitly banned, and there’s little doubt that NaturalNews.com is also found on this list. Other sites on the list include TheGatewayPundit.com, TeaPartyEconomist.com and the Conservative Tribune.

It’s time to demand a criminal investigation into Google, Twitter, Facebook and all the other tech giants

It’s time for the United States Dept. of Justice to launch criminal investigations into the tech giants for their ongoing election meddling, racketeering and systemic violation of human rights of the American people. What Google is doing is not merely fraudulent and monopolistic; it’s also a criminal act to lie to Congress and claim they aren’t doing these things at all.

Also read this article from All News Pipeline: It’s Time For The FEDS To Charge Twitter, Facebook, Google And YouTube With Election Meddling And Racketeering As ‘Big Tech’ Purge Of Conservatives Continues Ahead Of 2020 Election. That article correctly states:

‘[B]ig tech’ and ‘totalitarian government’ will continue online censorship until either: a) They regain control of the US in 2020 and then the REAL government BRUTALITY against its citizens begins or b) They are held accountable by POTUS and US Congress for attempting to steal the 2020 elections for the demonrat party.

The leaders of all these tech companies need to be criminally indicted and prosecuted. It’s time to end the fascism and defeat the tech giants like we defeated the Third Reich. Evil spooks like Paul Haahr and Matt Cutts belong in prison, not in charge of the public’s access to human knowledge. The destructive effects of their insidious actions make Adolf Hitler’s book burning campaigns look like child’s play.

You are witnessing real crimes against humanity being carried out daily by Google’s engineers. They are enemies of humanity and destroyers of human knowledge. And they are causing more damage and destruction to human civilization than any government, corporation or regime could have ever imagined possible.

Listen to my banned podcast for a more detailed explanation, then call your U.S. representatives and demand a criminal investigation into Google, Twitter, and Facebook. The Capitol switchboard number is: 202-224-3121. Call now and ask to be connected with each office for your Senators and House Representative.

It’s time to end Google’s techno-fascism and seek criminal indictments for those who have waged this war on human knowledge, human dignity, liberty and Democracy.

Read more at TechGiants.news or EvilGoogle.news.

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Waiting For Your Moment To Fall On Me (Vixie) - Pilandok

AN: I haven’t been here in a while. Oh wow, I’m writing Vixie again. It’s because of the odd resurgence of Vixie pics on tumblr and Trixie’s ig story of that poodle figurine and she tagged Violet. *tears*

This is part of my drabble collection in Ao3 although it’s longer than a drabble. Read the other drabbles here:

I Love You Anyway

It’s the Same Old Thing

The first time Violet kissed Trixie, it was a joke, though more like a prank. A little mean-spirited gesture meant to throw Trixie off and it did. He reacted the way Violet wanted to: frustrated, blubbering, and blushing furiously. Before Violet could bask in her victory, production came over and scolded them, saying they should stop bickering like children and in not too many words that this was not the kind of drama they were looking for. Not them throwing playground insults (“no, you’re the ugly bitch”) at one another.

Trixie had all but forgotten that fight until he watched that episode of Untucked and found that it didn’t make the cut. Trixie didn’t think too much about the disappointment he felt. He wanted to know how it looked like.

“It would’ve made great TV!” Violet shouted. This was in another time, in another place—in Violet’s New York apartment just after her fashion show. Miss Fame was there and, through a series of random happenstances, Trixie was, too.

“Yeah, if I was going to get assaulted by you on day twelve of you not showering then the least I could get was more screen time.”

“Must be because they couldn’t think of a storyline between the season winner and someone who was there for like a total of two seconds,” Violet replied. She was clinging to Miss Fame, demanding affection like a cat.

“Bitch!” Trixie screams.

“Wait, that happened? That happened?” Fame asked, confused as ever. She turned her head side to side to look at Violet and Trixie who were sitting either side of him. They didn’t answer her. Trixie looked at Fame affectionately and hugged the arm that Violet wasn’t clinging to. Fame leaned against him slightly. When Violet saw this, she made a sound and repositioned herself to curl up on Miss Fame’s lap.

“Did you just purr?” Trixie asked, laughing.

“Shut up,” Violet retorted. What she hated was that Trixie got under her skin as much as she did him and can that he can throw her off, too. She still hadn’t forgiven Trixie clocking her missing contact that first day in the workroom.

“That’s what happens when you spend too much time around that evil cat of yours.”

“Do not come for my cats, bitch.” Violet sat up to glare at Trixie. “Just because your only friends growing up were the feral mutts you had to take flea baths with, you country hick.”

“No, I’m serious, Violet. Your cat looks like it’s plotting to kill you for your pasties.”

“Bitch, you’re just jealous they got more hair than you.”

The bickering and fighting for Miss Fame’s attention wasn’t new, it was a familiar scene for all of them. It wasn’t just Fame, it was anyone who gets caught up in their stupid arguments. But with Katya, she has enough affection to give both of them, and Pearl doesn’t care enough to humor either of them. Fame enjoyed the attention but she can’t help but think about those cockfighting videos he watched when he was younger that left him traumatized.

By the time Fame left them for a sanity break, Trixie and Violet have circled back to “you’re the ugly bitch” and “no, you’re the ugly bitch.” Back and forth, they throw shallow insults at each other that became so convoluted and obscure that it was driving them to hysterical laughter.

“Fuck,” Violet was tearing up, the laughing was hurting her sides. “In drag, you look like a factory-reject matryoshka doll that came out of Katya’s ass.” Trixie opened her mouth to scream but Violet wasn’t done yet, “and out of drag you look like a homunculi baby Jesus that Mary regretted not aborting.”

“Oh my god,” Trixie laughed in disbelief. After a beat he quipped, “it’s homunculus, by the way, singular.”

Violet punched his abdomen slightly and Trixie realized that she was resting her head on his lap. With Fame in the other room, Violet had redirected his affection to Trixie.

“No bitch, plural,” Violet answered, “you’re literally a thousand ugly babies.”

Violet had been tracing her fingers absentmindedly on Trixie’s stomach and suddenly he became conscious of the shift in the mood. An odd tension bubbled up He felt compelled to continue their insult trade-off to escape the strange atmosphere.

“And you… you’re—you look like…” Trixie was coming up with blanks and he caught Violet looking at him smugly. He realized that Violet knew exactly what was she was doing.

“You can’t think of anymore cause you know I’m pretty,” Violet said, now fully confident, “you know I’m hot.”

Trixie is sure that it was meant to be a jab but it sounded like a challenge. They’ve been arguing the whole night, he wasn’t about to give up now. He just needed to throw Violet off once more. And he knew exactly how to do that.

They had their second kiss that night—and their third, their fourth, and fifth, and sixth.

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Their seventh was the start of a game. In a boat full of drag queens, the objective was to not get caught. Trixie didn’t know how it escalated to that point, but the next thing he knew, they were ducking corners to sneak quick kisses from each other. In the crowd, they catch each other’s hands with lingering touches and without anyone looking, they share knowing winks.

It concerned Trixie slightly that Violet was living her best life playing this game—giggling whenever she managed to steal a kiss before Trixie even saw her coming, grabbing her ass in the presence of other people, then whispering for him to follow her to darker rooms for full make out sessions. Trixie followed, naturally, though he realized soon enough that it stopped being a game they played together because now they were on different teams. His task became that he had to keep up with Violet jumping around endlessly, popping out of nowhere to tease him. Violet’s objective seemed to be to get Trixie, who wasn’t in drag, to pitch a tent. And with that, Violet nibbled on Trixie’s ear then ran off. Trixie’s sure she was playing to win.

Maybe they weren’t as secretive as they thought they were, especially with the free-flowing drinks leaving them significantly buzzed.

“You have something on your neck,” Kim Chi said, making a motion to wipe it off. Trixie rushed to wipe it himself and found some pigment of what was unmistakably Violet’s purple. Kim Chi looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Trixie ignored it and turned to look for Violet, spotting her a few acquaintances over talking to some people. He waited for a few seconds before marching over, catching her as she was trying to slip away from the conversation.

She laughed when he explained her carelessness, “thought you knew, bitch.” Violet patted him on the crotch as she walked away for good measure. Despite his irritation, he felt something stir up inside him. He was losing bad. Trixie rushed to follow Violet who was already talking to another group of people. He cut in unceremoniously.

“Oh, excuse me. I’m going to need to borrow Violet because some folks were looking for her to talk business,” he said innocently and turned to Violet. “Vi, those people from ancient-twinks-dot-com want to talk to you about the project you proposed?”

Violet’s mouth dropped in disbelief but before she could protest, Trixie grabbed her by the wrist and began cutting through the crowd. He led them to the bathrooms, gendered signs being ignored throughout the night, and pulled them into the nearest one.

“Bitch, you—mmph! “Violet’s lips were quickly occupied by Trixie’s as he pushed her against the wall of the bathroom. It was a hungry and hurried kiss with his face pressing harshly onto Violet’s. Her arms darted out to steady herself but Trixie was quick to hold on to her wrists to pin them above her head. Fuck, Violet thought she may be starting to lose again, whatever this game was. They kept changing the rules that she didn’t know exactly what it entailed to win.

Violet didn’t struggle against the grip, instead returning the kiss with equal vigor. Trixie didn’t let off, continuing to kiss her roughly and in the heat of the moment, he bit down on her lip harshly.

Violet responded with a strangled noise, bucking her hips instinctively.

This reaction surprised Trixie enough to pull away. He released his grip on her arms and they fell limply to her sides as she slid slightly against the wall. Violet looked spent and the sight of her flushed and panting redirected whatever blood flow was left to his brain southbound.

Trixie let himself slump forward on to Violet. She felt his whole body against hers and found the rigidness between his legs pressing against her thigh. Trixie took her hand again and guided it to press against his erection over his pants. Violet perked up, this had got to be an admission of defeat.

“Nobody makes me as hard as you do,” Trixie said in a strained voice. It was a strangely intimate statement. More intimate than Trixie probably realized. This caught Violet off-guard and despite her flushed skin, she blushed. Her sure-win was suddenly becoming unclear again as her mind began to race at Trixie’s words. Violet kept thinking about how much she liked having Trixie like this, pressed up against her and so very conscious about how much he wants her.

Trixie didn’t make an attempt to move and was seemingly unaware of Violet’s internal crisis.

“It wasn’t the game or whatever,” Trixie began, “I brought you here cause I wanted to do that.”

Violet wondered if Trixie was hearing what he was saying, she wonders if he’s still playing the game because her winning was starting to feel like she was losing again. But this time, he seemed to have little desire to analyze his own words, just content in having said those things out loud. Violet remained quiet, although she could swear that Trixie could feel her heart rattling against her rib cage. If he did, he didn’t say anything about it.

A few minutes more passed before Trixie pushed himself off Violet, gesturing to the door. Violet understood this as them needing to get out before people got suspicious. Trixie chuckled when he saw how messed up Violet looked. She glared at him but was met with Trixie’s apologetic smile. For some reason, neither of them was saying anything. Trixie left first and Violet took the time to fix herself up and gather her thoughts. Her mind was in a whirl, she wanted to do something about it.

It was easier than she thought, to forget that they were in a game. Even though everything before was just that.

Violet suddenly rushed out of the bathroom to look for Trixie, the thought of the game now filed under things that don’t matter. No more sneaking around, she just wanted to kiss Trixie again. Maybe in the middle of a boat full of their peers and queer cruisers, it didn’t matter.

She found him on the other side of the deck, leaning against a railing. Violet made her way to Trixie, not noticing that he was talking to their friends. Trixie spotted her when she was a few meters away and made a face as if he hadn’t seen her all night long. The fake expression fell away, however, when he realized Violet was making a beeline for him.

Right before Violet reached him, there was a loud explosion in the sky behind Violet. She didn’t turn around, however, fixated only on Trixie. She watched the flashes of colors appear on his face and only then did she realize that they were surrounded by people they knew.

Fuck it, let them see.

Violet pulled Trixie by his shirt and pressed her mouth onto his. When Trixie wrapped his arms around her waist, it felt like her last victory for the night.

When they pulled away from the kiss, the fireworks were still ongoing. Everyone on the deck was fixated on the sight. Including everyone around that they knew.

Trixie looked at Violet incredulously. Nobody saw them.

“How did you know that there was going to be a fireworks display?”

Violet laughed, as surprised as Trixie was because she had no idea, no idea at all.

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