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Chapter 2-The Prodigal Soldier Returns

Summary: The day of the Super Solider Serum infusion arrives, and you may or may not emerge as the next gender bend Captain America. Either way, you survive Howard Stark’s experiment, and carry the torch supporting and defending the Constitution of the United States against all enemies foreign and domestic…and possibly intergalactic.

58 years later, Nick Fury and agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. discover Steve Rogers still alive and cryogenically preserved in ice. Rogers is returned immediately to New York for rehabilitation and recovery from his 66-year slumber under ice. When Steve is finally acclimated to his new 21st century life, he eventually bumps into you at the compound.

Author Note: Steve Rogers x Female!Avenger, Captain America x Female!Avenger, Y/N, L/N=Wolf, Reader!EnhancedAvenger, Avenger name She-Wolf, Avengers, Marvel movie references, Howard Stark, Maria Stark, Peggy Carter, Nick Fury, Agent Phil Coulson, S.H.I.E.L.D., story begins in 1953 ends in 2011, Military and Medical terminology, Pre/Post Captain America: The First Avenger, Pre Avengers

*Bold Italics represent character thoughts and flashbacks

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1953

The lab room suddenly became chaotic. Alarms started to sound off on the heart monitor connected to the Vita-Ray Chamber and red warning lights flashing. Your face began visibly wincing from pain in the window of the encasement you were locked into.

The serum made your blood pressure spike, edging you close to what could be a heart attack.

“Howard! Cut the infusion! Her heart rate is dangerously high!” Peggy called out over the commotion of white lab coats running around.

Howard Stark began to rush over to the main controls to shut down the serum transmission when he suddenly heard your voice through the container.

“NO! Keep going!” You pushed. You’ve worked too hard to stop now.

Peggy and Howard exchanged concerned glances.

“Stark, she’s only at 70% completion. If she’s already struggling now imagine what will happen to her at 100%.” Peggy cautioned.

Howard looked at the serum percentage meter indicating how much of the I.V. was imported into your blood stream. The meter continued to rise… 75%...80%...85%...

He glanced at your face in the viewing window of the chamber. Your eyes shut tight; jaw clenched doing your best to not black out.

…89%...90%...

“Stark??” Peggy yelled.

Your heart can take no more. Your heart rate reaches its limit causing you to go limp inside the box.

“Shut it down!!” Howard called out as he raced to the Vita-Ray Chamber door to force it open as fast as he could. Peggy joined him to assist.

You had flat lined. The sound of a steady drone from the heart monitor filled the room.

The extreme heat of the chamber had expanded the metal from within, making the door almost impossible to open.

One of the lab coats brought a crowbar to pry the latch. After a little bit of muscle and leverage, the door sprung open. Steam projected outward overflowing the room, blocking the view of you. Howard and Peggy began fanning the air so they could see you.

There you were, still vertically strapped in, head resting on your shoulder, eyes closed…still not breathing.

“…Howard.” Peggy said with breathy distress while looking at you.

Howard walked up to your lifeless form, placed two fingers to your carotid artery on your neck to locate a pulse. As soon as he pressed into your skin your eyes sprang wide open.

You gasp loud and harsh, frightening everyone in the room, causing Howard to fall backward into Peggy.

Exceptionally confused and panicked, your eyes darted side to side trying to get a grasp on what had just occurred. As the heart monitor machine came back to life beeping frantically, the lab started humming again, everyone calling out results and observations over eachother from their stations.

“Heart rate is detected and, on the rise…”

“Oxygen levels at 100%…”

“Blood pressure is getting high, Mr. Stark…”

“Her muscle mass increased by 70%!!”

“If we don’t calm her down, she may go into shock, Agent Carter…”

Peggy took the initiative.

“Everyone, simmer down!” She commanded the room. All the lab coats froze.

She walked over to you and in a soothing tone, spoke to you.

“Y/N, you’re going to be alright. The experiment was a success. You did it.” she said calmly.

She held your face firmly between her hands, so you focused on her. Your breath was short and fast as Peggy continued.

“Deep breaths, Wolf. In…” She inhaled with you.

“Out.” She exhaled with you.

You repeated this until you finally relaxed.

Howard approached you. “Y/N, how do you feel?”

You took a minute to assess yourself.

You noticed your white pajama set was suddenly quite snug. Some parts were even torn especially in the shoulder and thigh area. The hem of your pants that once hung closer to your feet were now shorter revealing your ankles and calves.

“I feel…taller?” You respond first. “And sweaty.”

Stark’s mouth curved into a triumphant grin. The serum worked. And it showed.

Your body was evidently more toned, developed muscles straining against the fabric of your white outfit. Pants now hanging at your calves instead of below your ankles, you’ve obviously grown at least 5 inches. You were a colossus compared to former your self.

Howard offered his hand to help you out after releasing the safety harnesses, but you stumble out like a newborn giraffe as both he and Peggy catch you before you hit the ground.

“Get a wheelchair over here now!” Stark called out.

He looked back at you. “This is the beginning of something big, Y/N. You are going to be part of some of the greatest stories in America’s history.”

You only nod at first since you are too weak to be excited about anything yet.

“Mr. Stark, I’d like to take a nap first if you don’t mind?” You finally responded.

The room chuckled in unison.

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2011

You spent the next 58 years battling local crimes in New York, and eventually deploying overseas mostly assisting medical squadrons or rebuilding critical structures for allies and joint forces in combat zones. You were utilized during conflicts such as The Vietnam War, Desert Storm, and The Global War on Terrorism. You were especially useful during Operation Iraqi Freedom clearing potentially hostile locations with Special Forces and patrolling with convoys to secure safe passage for American military to travel.

The Super Soldier Serum’s organic preservatives left you looking and feeling your best since the infusion in 1953. You didn’t look or feel a day over 25 in over five decades because of it. However, you were only able to withstand 90% of the serum’s deposit, therefore you weren’t at full potential of your superhuman capabilities, unfortunately. Nonetheless, you were still a success story in Howard Stark’s eyes.

Sadly, in December 1991 while you were tasked to a recovery detail in Eastern Europe, you returned to American soil to be met by an Agent Nick Fury with grave news. Howard Stark and his wife, Maria, were killed by a HYDRA assassin while you were away. This information absolutely ruined you. You didn’t take Howard’s death very well. You progressively became a shell of your former self, sinking into a depressive state. Since then, you became quite an introvert and kept a low-profile spending most of your time at the gym, in the library reading, or in your sleeping quarters.

Through it all, you still led a life of service to your country when called upon in memory of your surrogate father. Nick Fury assumed command of S.H.I.E.L.D. by this time and took you under his wing, making sure to commission you with new assignments to continue Stark’s legacy.

Even though you were one of Howard’s greatest accomplishments in decades, a resurfacing discovery by S.H.I.E.L.D had the entire compound particularly energetic today. You were leaving the gym and noticed all the lab coats buzzing back and forth whispering to eachother. You also hadn’t seen Fury in a few days, which was unusual because you would usually get a debrief from him of your assignments every night for the following day.

As that thought crossed your mind, he appeared before you.

“Y/N, just the woman I’m looking for. Come with me.” He ushered you down the hall.

You were utterly perplexed, but continued to follow him down the halls having no idea where he was taking you.

“Director Fury?” You began.

He continued walking at a brisk pace. “Hm?” was his response.

“Forgive me if I’m not up to speed on what’s happening here, but….”

You tread lightly about asking too many questions because Fury’s mind was obviously busy, and you weren’t sure if he was really listening to you. You pause as you arrive at a long observing window that peered into what looked to be a hospital room. He gestured towards the window.

“Have a look for yourself.” He invited.

You walk up to the glass and look through. In the hospital bed laid a man peacefully asleep.

Your heart stilled as you stared at this alluring stranger.

He had a thick head of blonde hair, disheveled strands laying softly across his forehead. A chiseled jawline, perfect nose, flawless skin, and the longest lashes any woman would be jealous of. And dear God, arms that look like they could crush concrete.

You stood there with your mouth agape staring at this brawny, angelic creature in front of you.

Fury tilted his head to the side observing your reaction. He was mildly entertained by your moment of shock that rendered you completely speechless.

“You know who this man is, Y/N.” He finally tells you.

You shake your head to snap out of your hypnosis. You look at Fury and raise an eyebrow at him. Clearly indicating you didn’t understand.

“Is that a question or a statement, sir?” You ask.

Fury chuckled as he continued.

“This, my friend, is the one and only Steve Rogers…TheCaptain America.” He explained.

You narrowed your eyes at him in disbelief.

“But sir…” You began.

“Yes, I know, but we discovered him conserved cryogenically under ice a few days ago.” He explained.

You look back through the window.

“Alive? But…how?” You manage to ask.

“Well, blood tests revealed that his blood contained excessive amounts of glucose as a result of his liver processing his glycogen storage, thus lowering the freezing temperature of blood-borne water and creating a 'cryoprotectant'. This process is similar to those of hibernating bears and wood frogs that metabolize glycogen in their liver to circulate ample amounts through their body to reduce the osmotic shrinkage of cells and prevents them from freezing. This, however, has never been seen before in humans.” Fury explained in a ‘matter of fact’ manner.

Your confusion must have reflected on your face because he reiterated by simply saying,

“Howard Stark’s preservative components in the serum allowed Rogers to survive freezing temperatures.”

You nod, “I see. You could’ve just led off with that, sir.”

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With Captain America resurrected, the atmosphere at the facility completely shifted. Agent Phil Coulson addressed the public to officially confirm Steve Rogers’ return. Which was an absolute honor for him since he was a huge fan of Captain America and everything he represents. All the lab coats walking around were all a flutter about Captain America’s presence in the building…especially the females which made you utterly nauseous.

You, on the other hand, thought everyone was being overdramatic. You were particularly curious about what would happen next, though. What did this mean for S.H.I.E.L.D.? For America? Where did this leave you? Questions stirred relentlessly in your head for days. Every thought of what could happen next now that Steve was back didn’t have a good outlook for you no matter which way you spun it. These intrusive thoughts keep your brain busy, causing you to lose sleep at night.

You became very irritable with the few people you came into contact with throughout the day, so you decided to spend more time training in the boxing gym hitting the heavy bag. Fury frequently gave you direct orders to hit the showers and sleep it off, which you begrudgingly comply with out of respect.

Fury knew you were less than pleased by Steve’s return, and he was correct in assuming so. Your mental and emotional balance was already thrown off by the passing of Howard and Maria. Now you felt your livelihood hung by a thread because of the sudden homecoming of the prodigal soldier. You felt resentment and anger with every passing thought. And as assignments grew scarce, there were less deployments to redirect your attention leaving you with little to no outlet for your concentrated emotions.

One sleepless night, you once again find yourself hooking deep punches into the midriff of a 100 lbs (45.359 kg) Everlast boxing bag. Your hands only ever wrapped in sports tape, your knuckles are constantly bruised and swollen by the excessive number of times you spend pummeling the cylinder sack.

Sweat beading on your forehead and soaking through your shirt, hissing out loud every time each hand makes contact, you’re so deep in the zone surrounded by fire and wrath that you didn’t notice Steve had entered the room. He stood there watching you intensely while holding his gym bag in one hand, as he held a towel in the other. You deliver one final blow to the bag, sending it across the room like a projectile into the brick wall opposite you. You stood there panting, staring at the pile of other destroyed boxing bags that you’ve launched with your fits of physical rage.

“Wow.” Steve said impressed with a half-smile.

You turn your attention to him, meeting his blue eyes from where you stood. Your eyebrows furrowed still trying to catch your breath. You realize it was only him, so you turned away without responding, (not before pursing your lips together in disdain while rolling your eyes). You pick up your hand towel and wipe your face, then retrieve a new heavy bag, lifting with one hand effortlessly hanging it, replacing the one you just demolished.

Steve coughed awkwardly, sensing the thick air in the room between the two of you.

You started to stretch in front of one of the mirrors that had a ballet barre, completely disregarding the man behind you.

“We haven’t formally met yet.” Steve stated.

You let out an audible exasperated sigh. You barely glance over your shoulder, almost acknowledging him, waiting for him to continue.

“I’m Steve Rogers. Brooklyn. It’s good to finally meet you…”

His voice was smooth and resonating…Like honey. He spoke deep from the chest and his voice projected, yet he didn’t need to yell. His voice just traveled through the room to you like music and almost had you melting into a puddle.

“Get it together, idiot…” You told yourself.

You decided to remain cordial. Even though you’d rather not engage with him at all, it’s what Howard would’ve wanted.

“You know who I am?” You finally responded with your back still facing him.

“I know of you, yes. Word is you were my protégé after I disappeared.” He replied.

“Is that all that was said about me?” You asked.

“Of course not.” He assured confidently.

You turned around while dabbing your neck with your towel, then draped it around your nape holding each end with your hands. You looked at Steve and started to walk towards him. Steve was positively handsome, and although he appeared intimidating and confident, he still had little experience interacting with women…especially if he found them attractive. As the gap closed between the two of you, his heart proceeded to beat faster. Your supersonic hearing picked it up right away, and you relished the effect you had on him.

Steve tried to diffuse his ascending apprehension as you stood feet from him.

“Um,” he started to scratch the back of his head bashfully, “if you’re up to it, maybe you can show me around the compound sometime?” He suggested.

You raise your eyebrows and inquisitively squint at him. Your mouth involuntarily curled into a grin because he looks so stinkin’ cute standing there tensed up in suspense, holding his breath, waiting on your response.

“Sure, Cap.” You say curtly. Steve let out a sigh of relief.

“Wanna start tomorrow?” You ask him.

“Uh, sure.” He replied.

“Meet me here at 0800?”

“Ok!”

You nod at him, shoulder your backpack and breeze past him without another word, leaving him slightly stunned and bewildered.

He watched you leave until he couldn’t see you anymore.

“Phew…that was exhausting.” Steve said out loud to himself.

You chuckle to yourself because you were totally close enough to hear that.

You kind of felt bad messing with him, but you’re the one that has seniority here. Even though he’s older than you and is the original super soldier, he’s “the man out of time” having been asleep under ice for almost 70 years. The horrific things you’ve seen and experienced during those years have hardened your heart and you weren’t one to coddle anyone anymore. Not even America’s favorite poster boy from Brooklyn.

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At 0745, you walk into the gym and see Steve sitting on a stool in a corner of the boxing ring. You shoot a perplexed look at him and smirk.

“How long have you been here?” You call out to him.

He looked up.

“Long enough.” He said simply smiling back.

“Waiting to go a few rounds with me, Cap?” You ask almost too flirtatiously.

Steve scoffed then stood up.

“No ma’am, I would never hit a lady.” He responded.

“I’m no average lady, Rogers.” You replied sternly. You weren’t about to let him categorize or underestimate you.

Steve’s smile faded to a look of fascination and curiosity.

“Should we head out then?” You ask.

Steve nodded and exited the gym with you.

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“I never knew a place could have so many…levels.” Steve said as you walk off the elevator where the living quarters were.

Up until now, you were the only one residing in dorms. Now Steve shared this building with you but had his room in another wing. It had a common area, an impressive kitchen, dining and living room and a full gym on a separate floor.

“S.H.I.E.L.D. obviously spared no expense.” You stated.

Steve nodded in agreement. He continued to admire the surroundings.

“So? What do you think, Cap?” You finally ask.

Steve looked at you confused.

You gesture to everything around you.

“All of this. What do you think?”

Steve let out a puff of breath and looked around again in thought.

“Well…” He started “it’s going to take a lot getting used to.” He finished.

“Mmhm.” You hum.

He continued.

“But I’ll manage.” He added confidently.

“I sure hope so.” A voice rang out from across the living room area.

Director Fury stood at the doorway, then proceeded to walk towards you.

“Director.” You greeted as he approached. He nodded at you.

“I see you two are getting along just fine.” Fury said with an almost visible smirk.

You released a faint laugh.

“Y/N has been very hospitable.” Steve responded earnestly then looked at you with a soft smile.

You felt yourself blushing when your eyes met his.

“Snap out of it, you idiot.” You scold yourself.

“Good, because one day, you’ll need to work as a team.” Fury explained.

You snap your head at Fury with anger rising in your chest like lava.

“Director??” You ask almost with panic in your voice.

Nick Fury released an irritated sigh, rolling his eye before facing you.

“Y/N, we discussed this. Why do you insist on acting this is the first time you’re hearing this?”

“Because, sir, I never agreed to it.” You pointed out.

“Last time I checked, Wolf, my title is ‘Director.’ I don’t need your consent nor your approval.” Fury retorted in a very parental tone.

Steve just sat, arms folded across his chest while his eyes flitted between you and Fury like he was watching a tennis game.

“With all due respect, Director, I refuse.” You declared.

“Excuse me?” Fury dared you to repeat.

“I refuse.” You restated boldly.

Fury began to open his mouth to reprimand you until Steve cut in.

“Ok now this is escalating quickly.” Steve said while inserting himself between you and Fury.

“Director, perhaps allow Miss Wolf and I to build more rapport before talking about working in the field together? We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” He suggested.

Fury studied Steve, then looked at you.

“Fine. Understand this now, though, when you two are called upon, you will be responding…together.” Fury declared.

You only respond by crossing your arms. Fury turned on his heel and exited, leaving you there with this annoyingly reasonable and infuriatingly gorgeous super soldier.

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xardoth · 1 year

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Decibels Of Storm (1990) | Pelle Ohlin

I know I've talked about posting a Euronymous interview but I haven't had time to type out anything new and I apologize. I'm taking all the Pelle interviews I've published on different social medias and posting them here until I find the time to sit down and search for other ones. As usual, Pelle's words are in italic and the interviewers are bold!

"Hi! What'sup after the release of your EP "Deathcrush"? Is it selling well?

- Deathcrush is sold out since nearly a year! But DC's demo wich is not limited is still available and we don't intend to stop selling it at 5$. The record was produced & pressed by us! If we would have had a commercial record label on us, the songs would have been different as they are, and they would never have allowed that front cover and everyone who got one knows why... After Deathcrush we had a long time of no release and no gigs. We got our actual rehearsal place in April '89, a great equipment and fount at last a place to live and so on.. Now we can really begin the hard work for realizing all our band's future plans!

Why did you change the line-up?

- Well, in fact we never changed it.... only Manheim (ex drummer) and Maniac (ex vocalist) left the band after Deathcrush's recording! I began in spring '88 and Hellhammer joined a few weeks later! Now we are: Dead: vocals; Hellhammer: drums; Necrobutcher: bass and Euroymous guitars.

What do you think now of your first demo: "Pure fucking armaggeddon"?

- It's the same extremely bad sound quality now as it was before! In '86, when it came out and I first heard it (I didn't sing on that one). it was the rawest and noisiest crushing black metal I'heard till then. The songs we'll use from PFA live are carnage & PFA. We'll print carnage in tha same version as before, and PFA on vinyl, maybe on CD..... What I can say for sure is that Deathcrush will come out again on vinyl, with another cover. Unfortunately, we can't use the name "posercorpse" anymore, as we started our own record label called "Deathlike silence productions" and all our future records will be on DSP. We'll press not only our own records, but also those of some other bands. The first one will be "the awakening", an LP from Merciless from Sweden.

How is life in Norway? Tell me about your country.

- In almost every country you'll find people who would prefer to live elsewhere. I wanna live in Transylvania! I'm not norvegian, maybe another of us should answer this question. I think everything here is too far expensive and the Death Metal scene isn't big enough. There aren't so many satanic covens, the blasphemes in christian churches aren't grim enough and Scandinavia has also a rotten weather. I think that France is more human and nearer other european countries (compared to Norway). I've also heard all about those many ancient castles, I'll have to check that out some days.

What are you listening to now? Death metal I suppose!!

- The bands I prefer are: Mantas and Old Death/Necrovore, Azagthoth, Matricide, Immolation, Autopsy, Damnation, Merciless (SWE), Casbah, Necrophile, Deathspeed, Nausea, Imperator, Panic, Slashing Death, Mercilles death, Tormentor, Mutilated, Agressor and the new stuff on Loudblast.

So you know Mutilated!! Yeah! I think they're awful, shit with big head. Do u think this too?

- Mutilated is OK musically, but as I don't know those guys I can't say much about them, only that someone wrote to us once telling that Mutilated doesn't answer letters. So don't ask me what might go on between them and French public.

You plan an LP. Please Dead, talk to me 'bout it.

- We hope to get a studio in March '90 for the recording of "De Mysteris Dom Sathanas" LP. Exactly when it'll be out and the time for the recording depend of any possible new gigs appearing. We hope go to Russia for about 20-30 gigs at this year's end and if nothing appears after that then we can record in March. The title "De Misteriis.." comes from a book with ghost stories; ghosts made of human flesh with forced far beyond human imagination. Unfortunately this book seems to exist in only 1 examplary, but I still try to find another. Just now I can tell you which songs we'll use: carnage, the dark of the freezing moon, buried by time & dust, funeral fog, de mysteriis dom sathanas and song we could call "when the vultures left" and one more without title yet! That makes 7 songs, but as we have 10 on the LP, we have to make 3 more. We still have 4 songs on DeathCrush and all those we composed for the russian tour! There's of course a difference in new track and that of DC, but to me they're in the same vein as our old stuff, maybe longer, with more solo parts! We did all improve technically since then; but it will be the same Death on it!

Are your lyrics funny, or do you speak about reality?

- Let's talk about the new lyrics... They're mostly done by me, and I take it very seriously! I'e been mad of horror since my birth and I'm insane of ancient, nearly forgotten... covens of pure evil!! Lonely castles in carpatians, in transylvania... vulture legends wich are so ancient but still alive in Transylvania! Black metal!!!!

Any future plans?

-I don't like future as I'm obsessed by the past! Hard to talk about it as everything goes so slowly! What will happen after the LP? We've got many plans for then but the biggest is our tour and the way we planned it: Eastern Europe (in its whole), many places in the west (I can't for sure it willbe France, but I would rather think so), southern and central america and maybe Canada and Asia! My own idea would be to play in the places which invite us. We only wanna play in so "sick" as possible places, communist, with closed borders and impossible to see for tourists. That's all I can say now.

Any last words?

- If one of you, Satanic true evil horror Nosferatu insaniacs of immortality finds per chance the book "De Miteriis Dom. Satanas" and survives its contact, please contact me, so I can die in peace!!"

#pelle ohlin #øystein aarseth #euronymous #mayhem #lords of chaos #necrobutcher #hellhammer #jørn stubberud #jan axel blomberg #black metal #death metal #true norwegian black metal #swedish black metal #metalhead

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popentertainment-moviereviews · 1 year

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ALICE, DARLING (2022)

Starring Anna Kendrick, Kaniehtiio Horn, Wunmi Mosaku, Charlie Carrick, Mark Winnick, Kaniehtiio Horn, Daniel Stolfi, Susan Applewhaite, Mairi Babb, Sara Bradeen, Toni Ellwand, Carolyn Fe, Deborah Grover, Gordon Harper, James M Jenkinson, Lindsay Leese, Farah Merani, Ethan Mitchell, Viviana Zarrillo and Elena Khan.

Screenplay by Alanna Francis.

Directed by Mary Nighy.

Distributed by Lionsgate. 89 minutes. Rated R.

Screened at the 2022 Philadelphia Film Festival.

Abuse takes many forms. Take Alice, the heroine of Alice, Darling. Her boyfriend has never laid a hand on her. He never yells at her. Yet, she is being psychologically battered to the point that she is losing her best friends, literally pulling out her hair, has an apparent eating disorder, has lost all confidence and is a complete mess.

Playing Alice a surprising turn for actress Anna Kendrick, who has done a good amount of drama over the years but is best known for comic-leaning performances like the Pitch Perfect movies, Up in the Air, A Simple Favor and Into the Woods.

It’s something of an eye-opening experience. We always knew that Kendrick had the talent, but Alice, Darling shows her acting skills to be much deeper and more complex than she is often given the opportunity to show. It’s a brave and disturbing performance, and yet Kendrick does find places for her trademark levity as well.

Playing the younger lover of an older, handsome, controlling and extremely passive-aggressive snob named Simon (Charlie Carrick), Kendrick has a brittle fragility which is hard to shake. As stated earlier, Simon is not outwardly hostile – he’s never hit her and constantly proclaims his love – and yet he uses pointed “observations” to exercise his will on her. He has her uncertain of herself, afraid to cross him, unwilling to see what she is becoming.

It all comes to a head one weekend when Alice’s two long-time best friends Sophie (Wunmi Mosaku) and Tess (Kaniehtiio Horn) invite her to spend a week at Sophie’s grandparents’ lakefront cabin to celebrate Tess’ 30th birthday.

Alice has been growing a bit distant to them anyway – apparently Simon does not like them or the fact that they distract Alice from him, although he would not acknowledge that. Sure that Simon would not approve, she lies to him and tells him that she is going on a business trip. However, she can’t relax, is constantly glued to the cell phone as Simon texts her regularly.

There is also a side story of a local girl who has gone missing, and almost as a way to avoid her friends, Alice gets involved in the search party.

When Simon finds out that she is with her friends and not working, he blows up her phone trying to get her to come home. Finally the friends simply hide the phone. And then, when freed of outside complications – off the grid, so to speak – she is able to finally be herself and heal her relationships with her friends and figure out who she is again.

And then when things are starting to come together, Simon shows up and throws a monkey wrench in the whole thing.

Alice, Darling is a stark and wrenching film, with wonderful performances not just by Kendrick, but also by Mosaku (who is also currently very memorable in Call Jane) and Horn as two women desperately worried about their friend and at the same time trying to deal with growing apart. Also, Carrick is chilling as the manipulative lover.

It is not an upbeat movie, but in the end, it is rather hopeful. To paraphrase the old song: “Ain’t it good to know that you’ve got friends.”

Jay S. Jacobs

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#Alice Darling #2022 #Movie Review #Anna Kendrick #Jay S. Jacobs #PFF31 #Philadelphia Film Festival

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clonesimpextra · 1 year

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I posted 437 times in 2022

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Waking Up

Commander Wolffe x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.3K Rating: Explicit (18+ Only) Summary: You and Wolffe finally get an uninterrupted night together. A/N: I might have some plans to extend the interrupted nights, too. If anyone's interested 👀

Sometimes, when you’re lucky, sex with Wolffe goes uninterrupted.

No comms go off, no one bangs at the door, looking for a person they don’t know isn’t alone. Neither of you have to rush through an orgasm, pull clothes over bodies still sticky with your combined releases . . .

Interrupted moments like those are what you get the most of with Wolffe — in between missions or in the late hours of the night cycle on board some star cruiser on your way to some planet in some far-off sector of the galaxy. You don’t usually have the leisure of time, so you take what you can get and you relish every moment of it.

But always, you want more.

And sometimes, like now, you actually get it.

You get his head between your legs, already pushing you toward yet another orgasm, your fingers holding him as close to your center as possible.

His tongue laps up your juices like he needs your taste in his mouth more than he needs water in his blood. His fingers curl and scissor inside you, searching for the exact spot he knows will have you panting and begging.

And you do.

“Wolffe, please,” you cry, straining to keep your voice quiet even though the pressure creeping up your body makes you feel like you’re actually on fire.

He removes his mouth and you whine — a sound you never make in any situation other than the ones that involve Wolffe and his tongue.

“Please what?” His voice, the cocky bastard, is much more put together than yours and if it weren’t the way your cunt quite literally throbs for him, you’d roll your eyes and maybe even push him off you.

But you need him. You always need him.

“Please don’t stop,” you groan, grabbing hold of his hair again and pushing him back to your leaking cunt.

You feel his lips twitch into a smile as his tongue circles your clit and his fingers pick up their pace. The whole time, he keeps his eyes trained on you.

Soon, the fire creeps back up your stomach, your spine, your very core and you’re close. So close.

“Come on, mesh’la,” his voice vibrates through your pussy. “Come on my tongue.”

Finally, you cave, coming with a sob as he works you through the waves. Smirking, he whispers into your thigh, “that’s my good girl.”

The words alone are almost enough to bring you back to the edge.

But on nights like tonight, after Wolffe’s had his fun, you get to have yours.

You take a moment to enjoy the feel of Wolffe’s stubble against your thighs before you tug on his hair, urging him up to your mouth. “My turn to be in charge,” you whisper.

He has enough time to take in a quick breath before you push him onto his back. Slowly, soaking in the way his eyes are roaming over you in hunger, you swing your legs over his hips and rub your cunt, still wet with your release, up his hard length.

“You can have whatever you want, mesh’la,” he groans, breath quickening when you grab hold of him and line him up. “All you have to do is ask.”

You guide him just barely inside you, smirking when what you swear is a whimper slips out of his mouth. You move your hips, circling his tip with your folds, and he hisses.

“Can I fuck you, Wolffe?” The question comes out on a single breath, betraying your own desperation.

But Wolffe either doesn’t care or is too overwhelmed by his own needs to notice, and he growls around your name, “Maker, yes.”

You slide down on him slowly, enjoying the control even if you’re teasing yourself just as much as you’re teasing him. And oh, you’re teasing him.

The grunts and hisses and barely bitten back swears coming from Wolffe’s mouth are more than worth your self-control. No one else in the galaxy gets to see Commander Wolffe like this, gets to have him writhing underneath them and begging for just a little bit more. This side of the grumpy, burly commander is just for you.

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102 notes - Posted July 20, 2022

One Moment More

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader Word Count: 830 Rating: Explicit (18+ Only) Summary: You, Wolffe, a mirror and some feels (Wolffe POV) A/N: @sleepingsun501 reminded me that I promised to write this and I'm going to be swamped with work for the next week so here's this! OK BYE!

Wolffe is not an arrogant man.

Usually.

He knows what he is good at. He knows what others are not good at. He uses that knowledge to strategize efficient battle plans and rescue missions.

That is not arrogance.

No matter what some of his brothers might grumble under their breaths when he assigns them to tasks they don’t want to do.

No, Wolffe was not an arrogant man.

But the closest he gets is when he’s fucking you like this.

You, pressed flush against his chest, one hand reaching back to grip his hair while the other clings to the arm across your chest.

You, trying desperately to silence your moans as he presses deeper into the tight warmth of your pussy but failing miserably.

You, staring up at the ceiling in what Wolffe can only assume is an attempt to avoid seeing yourself on display in the reflection of the mirror in front of you.

Wolffe’s not arrogant, no, but he is proud. And he won’t have you being anything but. Not when you're in his arms and moaning his name.

Gripping tighter to both your hip and the breast currently engulfed in his hand, Wolffe nudges his nose against your ear, his tongue chasing a bead of sweat down your neck. His gaze never straying from your reflection.

“Eyes on us, mesh’la,” he whispers, urging his words and his breath to soak deep and mark you where he can’t.

Your lashes flutter, eyelids drooping so you can pretend to look where he wants you. Wolffe grips your breast harder, fingers pinching the nipple just tightly enough that your cunt squeezes around his cock in answer and he’s moaning right along side you.

Shanking his head, pushing aside the pleasure for the time being, Wolffe lets go of your breast, ignores your whine at the absence of pressure, and traces his hand up your neck until he’s lightly gripping your chin. With a tug and a nudge, now he has you right where he wants you. He smirks at you in the mirror, ignoring your glare.

“I want you to see everything I do to you,” he says, out loud. No whispering or hiding. No pretending that either of you are here for anything other than to see, actually see, how well you can unravel one another.

Wolffe allows just enough time to see the widening of your eyes. To feel the bob of your throat under his hand as you swallow. To swear as your cunt squeezes even tighter around him. A moment to soak it all in, let it fill his ego just a bit.

If he allows himself more than that moment, he knows he’ll think too much about the way the light in your office illuminates your brown irises perfectly. About how the shape of your curves fit perfectly against his hips, his stomach, his entire fucking body. About how the sight of you in that mirror, all of you on display for him, for yourself, for both of you together, could be enough to end him then and there if he was a weaker man.

And maybe he is a weaker man, because suddenly he has to bite his tongue until he tastes blood in order to stop from coming when you let out the sweetest sigh he thinks he’s ever heard. It’s not impatient, not angry — he knows those sounds perfectly well coming from you, thank you very much. No, if Wolffe had to guess, had to bet his life, he’d say that sigh was one of content. Of happiness, even?

He breathes it in.

And then he’s pulling out. Slowly. So slowly he has to grit his teeth to stop himself from ramming into you faster and harder and ruining his plans. Because Wolffe wants to take his time. He wants to watch you watch him pick you apart piece by aching piece every bit as much as he wants to feel you fall apart against him.

When he’s all the way out, the tip of his cock tracing the lines of your pussy, your voice begging him to do something, Wolffe catches your gaze in the mirror. He raises an eyebrow. You stop begging, just for a moment, and nod, a slight smile tugging at your lips that’s soon echoed on his own. He bends closer to your ear.

“Let’s see,” he runs the head of his cock over your clit, grips you tighter as you shiver against him.

“What all,” he lines himself up with your entrance, hand soothing over the bruises already forming on your hips.

“I can make you scream tonight,” he rams home in a single stroke.

Wolffe is not an arrogant man.

He knows what you want. He knows what he can do. He knows, just as surely as he knows that he’ll never look at another woman in quite the same way he’s looking at your reflection now, that he would give you whatever you wanted just to keep you watching him one moment more.

That’s not arrogance.

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127 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

Needs and Wants

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader Word Count: 833 Rating: Explicit (18+ Only) Summary: You and Wolffe enjoy a brief moment of pleasure before being interrupted. A/N: Slowly warming up to writing more steamy scenes with Wolffe before I get to it in my multi-chapter, slow burn fic, A Shattered Peace. Also trying to get more comfortable with writing xReader. Enjoy!

“We’ve really got to stop doing this.”

Wolffe huffs out a laugh. “That’s not what you were saying a few minutes ago, mesh’la.”

You roll your eyes, unable to keep your lips from quirking up slightly. “You know what I mean, smart ass.”

Wolffe turns to his side to face you, head propped up on his hand, “I don’t actually.”

When you glare over at him, he continues. “There’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing. It’s just sex. We both know that.”

You bit your lip and look just over Wolffe’s head at the durasteel wall of your quarters on the Triumphant. That’s the problem, you think, it’s not just sex to me. Not anymore.

But you can’t say that because there are rules to this. There are agreements the two of you made months ago when you started using each other for stress relief and rare, brief moments of pleasure amidst a war that took and took and took.

You had both needed it then.

But you weren’t quite sure when your need for Wolffe’s body had turned into want for his entire self.

You only knew that lately, when you looked into his warm golden eyes as he pushed himself further inside you, reaching depths you’d never manage on your own, your mind, instead of emptying into pure bliss, filled with thoughts and feelings you didn’t know what to do with.

Maybe. Maybe if you were just a regular person, one of the people the boys always talked about at 79s, you could give in to that want.

But you’re a Jedi. Wolffe is your co-commander. And you are both responsible for far more than your own lives.

Neither of you have the luxury of giving in to your wants. Only your needs.

Or at least, that’s how you’ve continued to excuse every moment spent with Wolffe’s cock deep in your body, filling you better than anyone ever could.

Or his tongue circling your clit, pulling sounds from you that you didn’t know you could make.

Or his teeth on your body, marking you in places no one but he could see.

Or his arm across your breasts, holding you up against chest, all but growling in your ear about how good you felt, how good he was going to make you feel, as he pounded into you with the determination of a man who knew he’d get what he wanted.

Was this all he wanted?

You feel Wolffe’s eyes on you now and you know you’re taking too long to respond. Any moment one of your comms will go off, Master Plo or someone else calling you both back to a reality that has everything to do with your upcoming mission to Khorm and nothing to do with the way your heart pounds under your co-commander's gaze.

You don’t have time for this.

So you do what you know how to do best: you push everything back into the corner of your mind until you can pretend that you’re letting it go.

You smirk at Wolffe and lean closer to his face, your breath a whisper against his mouth. “Want to remind me of that?”

You don’t have time. You both know you don’t have time. But that doesn’t stop the barely audible groan from Wolffe’s chest, or the twitching of his cock when you ghost your hand up his length.

Just as you’re about to throw caution to the wind and duck your head down past his stomach to see just how fast you can get him hard again, the shrill sound of your comms pierce the room.

Wolffe does groan loudly then, annoyed as his head falls back against the pillow.

You laugh and pat his stomach, eyeing his hardening length. “Looks like this is gonna be painful for you, Commander. Sorry I can’t help you out. Again.”

Wolffe scoffs and looks down at you, ignoring the beep of the comms. “Pretty sure it was me helping you, Commander.”

You shrug and climb over him, grinning at the hiss that leaves his mouth when your leg brushes against him. “Either way. I’m not the one who has to stuff that under a cod-piece.”

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Wolffe chat in the discord and @rexxdjarin saying Rex would want you to keep quiet when going at it in the barracks made ME think about how Wolffe . . . just wouldn’t care. More than that, he’d want you to make noise.

Wolffe likes knowing that his men can hear what he’s doing to you - it’s just another way to mark you with everything that’s him.

So when you try to stifle a moan, try to bite down on your hand or a pillow, Wolffe’s not having any of that. He pulls you up against his chest, wraps an arm across your breasts, trapping your arm there too to keep your hand away from your mouth, and growls in your ear “You wanna fuck in my barracks, we’re gonna fuck how I want to. And I want you loud.”

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209 notes - Posted June 8, 2022

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Locked Doors

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader Word Count: 2.7K Rating: Explicit (18+ Only) Summary: You and Wolffe get caught, but Wolffe doesn't want you to be quiet. A/N: A one-shot based off of this earlier post. More light-hearted than my usual as I try to expand my horizons LOL

“Did you hear that?”

You reach your hand back to cover Wolffe’s on your hip, pausing his thrusts, and try to bite back a whimper at the sudden lack of friction.

Behind you, Wolffe growls, deep in his chest, and you swear you can feel the vibrations all the way down to your pussy.

“I didn’t hear anything,” he bites out.

By the sound of his voice, you know that if you look at him now, you’ll see a scowl across his too handsome face — eyebrows scrunched, lips pressed together in a thin line. Maybe even an eye roll added in for fun.

But you keep your eyes trained on the door to his barracks office because you know you heard something. The shuffle of feet, a silent-to-everyone-but-a-Jedi cough.

“Wolffe, I— oh, fuck!”

He interrupts you with a swivel of his hips and you don’t have time to cover your mouth or bite your lip, which you really should have done because there is definitely someone outside that door right now.

You grip the edge of the desk Wolffe has you bent over and shoot a glare back at him. He smirks, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening when three distinct knocks echo through the room.

You feel your eyes widen at the same time Wolffe tightens his hold on your hair and pulls you flush against his chest. The change in position has his cock moving roughly against the walls of your cunt and you have to force down another moan.

“What the fuck, Wolffe?” you pant as he lets go of your hair and trails his hand along the edges of your neck and shoulder.

“The door’s locked, mesh’la,” he whispers into your ear, his breath soaking into your skin and adding to your already ramped up desire. “Whoever’s out there can stay there. You can stay right here. And I can answer his questions just,” he pulls out of you almost completely.

“Like,” he circles a nipple with a thumb while his other hand squeezes your hip.

“This,” he slams back into you and you cover your mouth, trying to muffle a shout at the feel of every inch of his cock so deep in you so quickly.

Wolffe doesn’t give you time to recover before the hand covering your breast moves up your body, fingers circling around your wrist and pulling your hand away from your mouth.

“None of this, though, love,” he presses a kiss into your shoulder. “You want to fuck in my barracks, we’re gonna fuck how I want to. And I want you loud.”

A shiver runs up your spine at his words; there’s tension and anxiety, but also something you hand’t really expected.

Excitement? Curiosity? Desire?

“Let him hear what I do to you.” Wolffe moves his mouth from your shoulder to your neck, nipping at a patch of skin and you close your eyes, still contemplating his proposition.

Your relationship with Wolffe isn’t exactly a secret among the 104th boys. It’s hard to keep anything secret from people you spend so much time around. Especially when you have a tendency to frequent a certain co-commander’s quarters on long war missions.

Aside from a few amused glances (mostly from Boost) or embarrassed smiles (usually from Comet), no one ever says anything, though. At least, not to you. You have no idea what they might say to Wolffe when you’re not around.

Still, as much as you trust the boys, you’ve never done anything like this. Never been loud when you knew for certain they would hear. Never let Wolffe take you knowing there was someone whose view of the two of you was only prevented by a few inches of durasteel. Never had your desire and your passion and your needs so publicly displayed — even if all anyone could do was listen.

You shiver again, a moan creeping up your throat at the realization that you do want this.

You want whoever’s on the other side of that door to know you’re in here. You want them to know that you and Wolffe work just as well together in the bedroom as you do on the field. You want them to know without a shadow of a doubt that you are Wolffe’s and he is yours

With his hand tracing lines down your neck, his breath insistent against your skin, you know that’s what Wolffe wants, too.

Decision made, you turn your head, leaning back slightly so you can catch Wolffe’s eyes. The normally golden hue in the one is blown dark brown, almost black, and you swear the faint electric blue in the other is somehow brighter.

“Give him something to listen to, then,” you say, voice slightly louder than a whisper, “Commander.”

Wolffe’s cock twitches at your words and you gasp, but it’s nothing compared to the near snarl that comes from his mouth as his lips crash into yours for a quick but breathless kiss.

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I posted 2,812 times in 2022

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#renathal x maw walker - 169 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

I hope its ok to send asks, but for some reason i don't quite think the op of the xymox and painsmith post is coming to the discussion in good faith. They just seem needlessly mean about it. for some reason ppl find it hard to get their head around the fact that not everyone likes conventionally attractive characters. I really am not a fan of such dunking on people over fictional characters paraded around as humor. Especially ones that barely have any content as is.

Like yeah xymox is a bit out of there, but there's a lot of people who like robots like A LOT.

So I’m not the OP of that post, and I’m also terrible at reading context and intentions. All I can say is I for one didn’t take it as demeaning, just funny and I certainly hope my comments didn’t sound demeaning to anyone who finds either of those beings attractive. I knew the Painsmith had stans, but Xymox was a new one on me.

But I will also say that as someone who is almost always in the same boat of “finding the random dude with no art attached to them attractive” I feel the pain of that situation. I’ve spent many a sleepless night trolling the far corners of the internet for Grandmaster Vole art and was sadly disappointed 😂

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Glad we mapped this out

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Heads Up 7 Up

Tagged by the ever sweet @writingpotato07

Tagging: @velvethopewrites @shipping-through-eternity @diaryofomellas @mousterian-writes @kyofsonder @lady-grace-pens and open tag

7 lines from Eternity which should be posted in two weeks (as the writing god allows).

Renathal, hovering restlessly by the door, did his best to swallow his rising panic. If she was truly ended, surely the healers would display more concern?

As it was, the Sin'Dorei was pulling several large books from his bag and laying them on the bedside table one at a time, while the other, smaller creature hoisted itself onto the bed and sat comfortably on the edge. It hadn't stopped talking the entire way to the room, a fact the other healer endured with an expression of longsuffering. Neither seemed in any rush to even glance at the Maw Walker’s unnaturally still figure.

After minutes that stretched like eternity, Renathal could contain himself no longer.

‘I certainly don't mean to tell you how to do your work, but... do you intend to heal her anytime soon?’

25 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

Incorrect Quotes!

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Pretty sure each of these is a direct quote from my Renathal/Maw Walker series. It’s actually spooky how dead on this is.

Maw Walker: What’s up? I’m back. Renathal: I literally saw you die. You died. You were dead Maw Walker: Death is a social construct.

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Renathal: Truth or dare? Maw Walker: Truth. Renathal: How many hours have you slept this week? Maw Walker: Maw Walker: Dare. Renathal: Go to sleep. Maw Walker: I don't like this game.

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Renathal: Are you ready to commit? Maw Walker: Like, a crime or a relationship?

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My #1 post of 2022

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I posted 208 times in 2022

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Imagine if Peter parker and y/n used to date? And then Peter became so absorbed with being spiderman that he neglects y/n. After a few months of Peter's attitude you would eventually get tired of it and in the end you would either break up with him or just ghost him. And it isn't like he'd notice that you were gone.

You start to move on. You find someone that treats you better. But you have this constant nagging to keep checking on peter. Just to make sure he's alright. One of those times when you check on him, he isn't alright. He finally realized how mich you actually did for him.

Once he actually realizes though he sees you have moved one. He sees how much time you have had to change. Before you were always tired. You'd stay up waiting for Peter. And now that you didn't you looked a lot healthier. You were happier and spent much more time with your friends. When you were with Peter you barely talked to your friends because you always spent your time with him. You also wouldn't hang out with them because knowing that Peter was spiderman put you in danger, and if you spent time with other people, it could have put a target on their backs. (Don't mind me but listen to when I was your man by bruno mars whilst you read this)

Peter slowly but surely starts moving on. Very slowly. He starts eating more. He takes more care of himself. and he finally moves on

You both move one. You both make amends. And you both are happy.

21 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

Broken Tom Holland x Reader

Chapter 3: Diagnosis

jtlyk there are gonna have a flashback through out the story :)

Warning: swearing

Plot: Y/n and Tom were made for each other and have been married for nearly 10 years but what happens when they go through putrid rough patch?

Summary: Y/n goes to the doctor (flashback)

AUTHOR'S POV

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have spoken to you like that" you said trying to calm your nerves from your sudden outburst, but he was making this so fucking hard. You had absolutely every right to be livid at him, he made you move from your comfortable lodge to the apartment near the studio. It wasn't bad but the fact that you spent almost all of the 3 months alone, isolated, made your blood boil, especially in your condition.

"No. No your right. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I made you feel this way. I'm sorry that you are alone and I'm sorry that I spend way too much time at work. I'm sorry for everything. If I could go back in time and redo everything I would. But we can't. So from now on I will try my best to be at home. I'll try my best to treat you like the queen you are. Because you are my queen."

You were stunned. You didn't know how Tom would react but you definitely didn't expect him to react like...that. Moreover you were happy. You knew that he meant what he said. You knew he would try his best. You also knew that if you told him your secret now, everything would be ruined. But you knew you had to tell him. You knew that this wasn't going to go away anytime soon. This was something serious and the only way to get through this would be if you had Tom there to support you.

*Time skip*

AUTHORS POV

You and Tom went back to the loft happy and content about the progress that you had made with your relationship. Atleast that's what it seemed to him. He didn't know but you were slowly and painfully dying. You were a relatively active person. You had played volleyball in high-school and college. Even though you were very good at the sport you never pursued it as a career. So when you noticed the lack of energy you had, and how it had become painful to do your everyday exercise activities, you instantly knew something was wrong. You brushed it off at the beginning thinking it was the amount of stress you had or the lonleyness, but after a few days of not being able to move due to how swollen your knees and ankles were, you booked a doctors appointment. You had many tests done and even had a few MRI's done.

FLASHBACK

Y/N'S POV

I was sitting in the doctor's office, highly nervous and it was clearly visible. Despite the pain, my knees kept bounding up and down. I was worried, I didn't know what was going to happen. The one person I really needed right now was at work. Tom. It had always been Tom. He was there when I got the phone call from the hospital, saying that my mom was in the hospital. As soon as I had gotten that phone call I broke down. Tom was there for me. He was there for me when my mom died. He was there for me after my dad committed suicide. But where was he now? He sure as hell wasn't here. My doctor entered the room with a gloomy and disappointment expression.

AUTHORS POV

The doctor sighed, disappointed in the results of the MRI.

"Mrs. Holland, I'm sorry but the MRI has shown you have a cancerous tumor in your bone marrow. Normally a person who is diagnosed with bone cancer has the life expectancy of five years, but the tumor you have has slowly been progressing throughout your body. I'm surprised we weren't able to notice it before, but you have approximately 9 months left to live. It could be more it could be less, but at the rate your cancer is spreading it will be around 9 months."

Y/N POV

I was speechless. I had just found out that I had a cancerous tumor in my bone marrow. I. Had. Fucking. Cancer.

"Is there a cure?" I said while trying to do a million things in my head. I need to tell tom. I need to tell Nicki and Dom. I need to tell my friends. I have to get the funeral planned. I gotta do this I gotta do that. My brain was going 175 miles per minute.

"Fortunatley there is, we can do chemotherapy or we can do the medical procedures to separate the maintining tumor from your bones. Although the chemotherapy would take longer it is the most efficient. It is costly but your insurance should be able to pay for it. Try not to be stressed during the next fue months. The chemotherapy has a 35% chance of killing all of the cancer. Now as you can see there is a very low probability so I suggest you get your affairs in order just in case it doesn't work" the way the doctor gave me hope and then demolished it with the probability of chemo helping me out was so heartbreaking. I knew that if the cancer did end up killing me I needed to tell Tom but how? He was never home. I need to tell him.

END OF FLASHBACK

AH AH AH tehe please don't hate me this might seem a bit cliche or cringe but nevertheless this chapter was a fucking emotional load. It took me a lot of time to decide what type of cancer Y/n would have but in the end I decided on bone cancer bc my best friend died of bone cancer and I thought why not? Anyways ANY feedback is appreciated!

Have a Good Day or Night Wherever You Are! <3

21 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

The First Date

Hello Hello!

This is a one-shot pairing Tom Holland x y/n. Believe it or not this is based on a real life event. I volunteer at a small cafe by my house and there were 2 people who just kept talking and talking, even after I closed up the shop. I honestly found this so endearing and lovable so I decided to turn that situation into a story <3. The whole story will be from the barista's point of view. Please don't hesitate to like comment or reblog. Hope you like it!

Have a Good day or Night Wherever you are! <3

Summary: tom and y/n go out on their first date and get a little help from the barista working that day.

Barista’s POV

I had just clocked into my shift, nose still bright pink from walking in the snowy, December London weather. Around 2:30 a guy with brown curly locks came through the door. In his hand he carried a red chrysanthemum. “Welcome! How may I help you today?” I say trying to be as cheerful as possible. “Hi, I'm actually waiting for someone, so I'm just going to sit down.” He says in response. I smile and nod lightly.

I continue cleaning the counters and tables, once in a while looking over to the boy. A few minutes later a woman, probably in her early 20’s walks inside looking around. Once she and I make eye-contact I discreetly point to the guy sitting at the table a few feet away from her. She makes her way over to him and they greet each other with a handshake, the guy gently hands over the flower. She seems mesmerized by the color, smiling, she thanks him for it. Cautiously I eavesdrop on their conversation. The guy's name is Tom and the girl’s name is y/n. This was their first date together.

Despite not having ordered anything I bring over two cups of hot chocolate to warm them up. They both thank me and continue talking. 3:30 I'm sweeping the back floor. 4:25 I'm cleaning the coffee machine. 5:00 I mop the floor. People start slowly leaving, realizing i’m cleaning up to start closing the cafe. 5:45 and I start putting the chairs in the back and covering the tables. At 6:00 I turn the lights in the kitchen off.

Tom suddenly alerted by the change in lighting, asks “oh, are you closing?”

I didn’t want them to feel like they had to cut their fun interaction short so I responded by saying “Yeah, but I'll leave the outdoor tables out for you so you two don’t have to leave yet.”

With that they get up, walk outside, and sit in the chairs. I grab my stuff, lock up and walk away, glad that I could help the budding romance on the first date.

23 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

One Day

Parings: Tom Holland x Reader

Hi Hi! This is something short, kinda have writers block so I'm slowly trying to get myself into the habit of writing again to see if that helps. Anyways, please don't hesitate to reblog, like, or comment. Love yall's hope you enjoy. Have a Good Day or Night Wherever You Are! <3

Straight Fluff (correct me if I'm wrong)

Summary: Small conversation After Tom's movie premier

Warnings: none I believe

AUTHORS POV

It had been a long day for Tom and y/n. After going to the premier of Spiderman: No Way Home, they decided to order some food and head back to their hotel.

You were sitting on the couch after taking a shower after Tom. Both of you decided to watch a movie and around half an hour into it, Tom started crying. You were concerned and instantly asked him if he was ok and if something was wrong.

He just turned to you and smiled. He said "I was just thinking about everything that you have done for me in the past 2 years. You are one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I love you y/n y/l/n"

In an instant you just smiled and started to tear up. Speechless you responded with, "Aw Tommy! I love you too! You have done so much for me from the moment I met you." With that both of you resumed watching the movie.

After the movie ended you went to put the popcorn bowl into the sink. When you went back to the living room you saw that Tom was no longer sitting on the sofa. You went looking for him in your bedroom and found him peacefully sleeping on the bed.

Quietly you creeped to your side of the bed and got under the covers. Tom heard the noice and slowly woke up. "Oh sorry baby I didn't mean to wake you" you said in a voice soft enough so it wouldn't completely wake him. Tom responded by saying "Its ok sweetheart, I had a dream. It was the day of our wedding. And we were the happiest we had ever been" Speechless for the second time that night you just smiled and cuddled up next to his warm figure.

Tom slowly reached over grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips. He softly gave your hand a kiss and whispered to you, "One day I'll put a ring on your finger." "And one day I'll make you the happiest person in the universe."

39 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Third Times the Charm

Hello Hello! This is by far one of my favorite things I have written! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Please don't hesitate to like, comment or reblog. It means so much to authors. It also gives them feedback. Anyways without further ado!

Tom Holland x Reader *Y/n Y/ln*

Warnings: Mentions of a fire. Calling 911. Weddings. Proposing

Summary: Tom tries repeatedly to pop the question.

Type: Fluff <3

AUTHORS POV

Tom had been trying to pop the question for months now. He asked for your father's blessing; he told his mum. He even asked Zendaya, your sister, and some of your other close friends for help on picking the ring, date, and place.

So when the day finally came for him to get down on one knee and ask for your hand in marriage, you had to postpone your date because your sister went into an early labor.

Tom reluctantly delayed the occasion and planned another date. This date was in a small family owned Vineyard somewhere in napa. The sun had started to set and just as you were about to turn around (Tom was already on his knee) you spotted that a part of the grape Vines had caught on fire. Hurriedly you called 911. At this point Tom had already gotten up and started to pack up your stuff so you could get out of there safely.

Exasperated by his multiple failed attempts to ask for your hand in marriage he decided that he would try one last time and if it didn't work he would wait a while longer. He thought "maybe the universe is purposefully trying to sabotage my plans because it's not time yet"

So the third time he tried to pop the question, he set a date in which he made sure you both had no plans or meetings going on. He drove you to a park somewhere downtown and he had a picnic set up.

He was very nervous, “What if she says no?” or “what if i mess up the speech?” “Third times the charm-Third times the charm-Third times the charm” he kept repeating to himself. If it didn't work out it was ok. But he just really wanted it to work out. Around an hour into the picnic he mentally psyched himself up one more time and as nervous as he was finally decided to pop the question.

“Y/n Y/l/n *you got this tom!* you are one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I love you more than anything in this world. I can guarantee there’ll be tough times.*he gets down on one knee* I guarantee that at some point one or both of us are gonna want to get out of this. *reaches into pocket* But I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine *takes out the ring* I'll regret it for the rest of my life because I know in my heart you are the only one for me. Be with me now and forever?” At the end of his speech Tom’s whole face was flushed a bright red. Breathing heavily he looked into your eyes, looking, searching for any sign of rejection. But when he looked at you all he could see were the tears that were threatening to spill. He could only see your wide smile.

And as if the world suddenly stops, he sees your mouth opening. “YES YES OH MY GOD YES A MILLION TIMES YES!” you said nearly shouting. You were screaming, but at a reasonable level for a person who just got asked for their hand in marriage. Tom let out a sigh of relief finally being able to breathe again. You lunged at Tom and wrapped your arms around his neck, trapping him in a tight hug. When you both finally let go you saw Tom’s family and yours emerging from the trees surrounding both of you. Harry had a camera in hand and was clicking away. Nicki and Dom were in tears. Your sister was carrying her newborn, looking at you with one of the biggest smiles you have ever seen on her face. Her husband followed close behind. And your father beside him. Paddy walked in between his parents. Sam walked next to Harry, carrying a tray of delicious looking desserts. As they reach you and Tom, one by one congratulate you and engulfed you in big hugs. After giving them their love they talked with you guys. Both you and Tom explained your hopes and wishes for the wedding.

“Hey Tom?” you said to him as you were walking back to the car. “Yes Love?” “How many times did you try to propose?” Tom chuckled at the question. Eyes shining with love. “Believe it or not, I only tried three times.” Tom responded. “You know what they say Tommy, Third Times the Charm.”

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I posted 1,537 times in 2022

98 posts created (6%)

1,439 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@tabbytabbytabby

@eclecticklutz

@scaredy-skulls

@robiinbuckley

@mistmarauder

I tagged 1,318 of my posts in 2022

Only 14% of my posts had no tags

#stranger things - 290 posts

#911 on fox - 258 posts

#911 fox - 257 posts

#eddie munson - 210 posts

#eddie diaz - 181 posts

#evan buckley - 159 posts

#911 spoilers - 149 posts

#steve harrington - 147 posts

#buddie - 144 posts

#steddie - 102 posts

Longest Tag: 98 characters

#most of those were probably when i had it on repeat the whole four hour drive home from orlando 😅

My Top Posts in 2022:

When you're talking in your sleep

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Word Count: 5,303

Tags: Season 4, protective Steve Harrington, hurt Eddie Munson, emotional hurt/comfort, nightmares, feelings realization, pining, road trips, living together, sharing a bed, first kiss, getting together, love confessions, fluff

Summary: Five times Steve can't sleep and it's all Eddie's fault. And one time he finally can thanks to Eddie.

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89 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

Steddie #12 please???

Here you are, anon! Thanks for the prompt! 💜

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It's going on midnight when Eddie hears a car pull into his driveway. He's immediately alert as he ducks down in the hall, trying to stay out of view. Wayne's at work– will be until morning. There's no one else that he's expecting.

His mind immediately thinks the worst as he hears footsteps coming up the rickety steps outside, seconds before a knock sounds on the door.

He holds his breath, hoping that whoever it is will just go away. The last thing he needs is to be harassed and threatened in his own damn trailer.

The knock sounds again, along with a voice calling his name. "Eddie? Eddie, it's Steve. Are you in there?"

Steve. What the hell is Steve doing here? Was something wrong? Has something happened to the kids?

"Eddie, come on," Steve says. "Your van’s outside. I know you're in there. I just…" There's a thump against the door, and Eddie can almost imagine Steve resting his head against it. "No one's seen you in three days, man. We're worried."

Worried.

Steve's not here because something happened to the kids or Robin or Nancy but because of him. It's not something he's used to. The only person that's ever given a damn about him is Wayne. It's hard to believe that someone like Steve Harrington, of all people, does.

"I just want to know you're okay," Steve says. "I know– I know this shit isn't easy to deal with, and I understand if you don't want to talk about it, but you don't have to deal with it alone, Eddie. We're all here for you."

Eddie feels his throat close up, and he closes his eyes against the sting of tears. It's become an all too familiar feeling lately. One of the reasons he hasn't wanted to be around anyone. He hasn't exactly been handling things well. The last thing he wanted was for the kids to see him like this– especially Henderson.

But maybe…

Eddie's eyes snap open when the footsteps start moving away. Away. Away. Away. Eddie thought he would feel relieved, but instead, he finds himself disappointed. A part of him wants to call out– get to his feet and chase after him. But he feels rooted to the spot.

All he can manage to do is tuck his knees to his chest and rest his head against the cool denim as the first wave of sobs racks through his body.

Stupid. He's so stupid. He should have just opened the door. Now he really is alone, and it's his own damn fault.

"Eddie?"

Eddie's head snaps up at the sound of Steve's voice. He's standing at the other end of the hall, watching him carefully. So he hadn't left after all. But Eddie's sure the door had been locked.

"I found the spare key," Steve says as if reading his mind. "Or, well, Max told me where you keep it."

Max. Of course.

Steve creeps closer cautiously– as if afraid that any sudden movement might send Eddie running. Maybe it would have, but right now, Eddie's too exhausted to think of standing, let alone running. All he can do is watch as Steve kneels in front of him. His face is pinched in concern.

"I won't ask if you're okay," Steve says. "I think we both know you're not."

Eddie sighs and leans his head back against the wall. "No shit."

"Is that why you've been avoiding everyone?" Steve questions.

"I'm not avoiding anyone."

"Eddie."

Eddie sighs. "Okay. Fine. Maybe I am. I just…"

"What?"

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99 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

Already got what I need

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"You know, I had a talk with my dad while I was in Texas," Eddie says as he hands Buck a beer.

"One that didn't end in an argument?" Buck questions.

Eddie snorts. "That happened too. But this– it was different."

"Good different?"

"I think so," Eddie says. "I got a lot off my chest. Said some things I was always afraid to say, and it felt good. Freeing. It's like the shadow I've had hanging over me my whole life is gone."

"Your dad took it okay, then?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Eddie shrugs. "We're never going to have a perfect relationship, but he's willing to try, and I'm willing to let him."

"That's great, Eddie," Buck says. Eddie knows he genuinely means it. If there's anyone that can understand confronting lifelong trauma, it's him. "I'm happy for you."

Eddie smiles and knocks his shoulder against Buck's. "I wouldn't have been able to do it without you."

Buck frowns. "What are you talking about? I wasn't even there."

"Maybe not physically," Eddie says.

"Is this where you tell me you carried me in your heart?" Buck teases.

Eddie rolls his eyes. "I'm trying to be serious here, Buck."

The teasing grin is off his face as quickly as it came– his face turning serious. "Right. Go on, then."

"I was a mess," Eddie says. "I felt like I was coming apart at the seams most days. But you were here. You never once made me feel like I wasn't allowed to feel the way I was, or that I was weak or–"

"Eddie, you're far from weak," Buck says. "You're the strongest person I know."

"Yeah, well, I didn't feel very strong," Eddie says. "I felt like I'd been turned inside out. But when I needed someone, you were there. I never even had to ask, probably never would have been able to at the time, but you still showed up."

"Eddie, I'm always going to be here," Buck tells him. "You never have to ask. I've got your back, remember."

Eddie smiles– something small– private. "Yeah, I know. And I got yours."

Buck nods and takes a pull from his beer. He's looking away now, brow furrowed as if he's debating something. Eddie just watches him– gives him the space to work through whatever's going on in his head.

"Funny you should say that because I uh– I actually had a favor to ask."

"Anything," Eddie says.

"You don't even know what I'm going to ask," Buck points out.

Eddie shrugs. "Doesn't matter."

"I kind of need a place to stay," Buck says. "When I broke up with Taylor, I let her have the loft. I just couldn't be there anymore. It didn't feel like home."

Eddie nods. He gets the feeling. He spent a long time trying to find his place, and he knows Buck has too. "You know you're always welcome here, Buck."

Buck grins. "Thanks, man. I'm trying to find a place so I'll be out of your hair–"

Eddie stops him with a hand on his arm. "This is your home, too, Buck. Stay as long as you want."

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111 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

Buck: "Is this because I don't have a couch?"

Bobby: "Why don't you have a couch?"

128 notes - Posted September 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Something happens and I'm head over heels

168 notes - Posted August 8, 2022

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I posted 1,099 times in 2022

That's 1,099 more posts than 2021!

76 posts created (7%)

1,023 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@masterofrecords

@vociferans

@derinthescarletpescatarian

@headspace-hotel

@aria-faye

I tagged 338 of my posts in 2022

#made with krita - 41 posts

#digital art - 34 posts

#twisted wonderland - 33 posts

#angstober - 28 posts

#angstober 2022 - 28 posts

#jamil viper - 25 posts

#weil in her natural habitat - 24 posts

#genshin impact - 21 posts

#jamil twst - 15 posts

#azul ashengrotto - 15 posts

Longest Tag: 95 characters

#actually looks like something i want to work on for art. ...xiao is proooobably going to suffer

My Top Posts in 2022:

So... we all joke about "who is going to tell Malleus it is NOT an otome game", right? I was listening to the "Make a Wish" song.... and thought: "What if Malleus overblots exactly because someone told him that?........ (Do not mind me, I am just shitposting)

43 notes - Posted November 27, 2022

Very rough flat colours - not indicative of final product - just a start and marking everything. Striped fabric killed me.

45 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

Masquerade

Ok, so… I think I am done with these two dancing! I had FUN with drawing this artwork, though it was also a HUGE challenge. I feel I got better at rendering in digital! The power of simping, I guess. And yeah, I promised to deliver Jamil (And Ashenviper) content and, while it took almost 3 weeks, I hope you all will enjoy these two.

To be fair, Twisted Wonderland somehow kicked my creativity a lot, and I feel much more motivated to do art. Especially Jamil art. Thank you, @masterofrecords, it's all your fault.

The masquerade event was just a perfect combination of beautiful Jamil and Azul, Venetian Masquerade aesthetic (love it, LOVE it) and the gothic architecture (that I am obsessed with since childhood and that I am trying to learn to 3d model). And it also kicked my memories of historical dancing, so now I went back to it!

Hope to make more art! If you love Jamil Viper and have any ideas for future artworks - feel free to drop an ask!

58 notes - Posted November 15, 2022

Ok, I know my anatomy sucks and my forshortening sucks even more, but anyway, dropping some of Weil's Jamil agenda for this week.

If for some reason you wanna see some Jamil art from me (because we need more Jamil on this site) - you can slide an ask to my ask box. No guarantees, of course - my motivation sucks the same way as my anatomy, but I will try my best. Probably won't draw any kisses because this is too hard for my poor brain. (Also, I am based to Jamil/Azul ship)

And here you have poor Viper starting his overblot.

72 notes - Posted October 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Puppet Masters of Night Raven

Ok, so this is my super fast brainrot that I needed to get out of system to move on.

Got it when learnt what these two did in Masquerade event. We love controller casters in this house.

In other news:

Looks like Ruggie was the only one that did not get the baroque heels. Yes, the heels on all the other costumes are the one you wear for Baroque dancing.

Rollo, ffs, man, why the only guy you put in typical 18-century breeches and stockings (that accentuate calfs BEAUTIFULLY) is JAMIL. Don't get me wrong, dancing makes your calfs look suuuuuper nice, but Rollo, your brain works in... interesting ways.

(I admire Azul's self-control, he did not combust on spot when he saw that)

89 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

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I posted 982 times in 2022

That's 789 more posts than 2021!

392 posts created (40%)

590 posts reblogged (60%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@arachn0philia

@hazbinbargainbin

@hellizens-a

@poisoncandyhearts

@smiledotdeer-a

I tagged 975 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#i feel the heat; i see the light (angel dust) - 314 posts

#the radio demon (alastor) - 162 posts

#pun mun - 138 posts

#the audience (answered ask) - 124 posts

#lets try something new! (ask memes) - 121 posts

#wait - there's a script? (ooc) - 112 posts

#shady spectators (anonymous) - 89 posts

#not for the kiddins (nsfw) - 84 posts

#prince of hell; father of one (stolas) - 82 posts

#oh the dashboard melted but we've still got the radio (dashboard) - 78 posts

Longest Tag: 129 characters

#(hi hello i haven't been able to write for a few days. i'm keeping the event up for a little longer to deal with my stupid brain)

My Top Posts in 2022:

Silk and pennies

Closed starter for @poisoncandyhearts

"We gave you plenty of fuckin' chances, Valentino. Really would have thought this slut was worth more to ya then a few bucks..."

With the sound of a struggle and a short scream, a video ends before picking up into a fresh loop of threats, demands, and consequences for ignoring their previous attempts in a torturous choir of screams and cries. It's hard to say how many times it's played now, how many times Val's actually payed attention to it, but it's the last lead in a week long scramble to find his most profitable lover whore.

Well, until.

A text comes from his eyes and ears through all things tech, simple yet all too foreboding.

[Txt: Vox] Found him. You're not gonna be happy, though. Come meet us. [Address attached]

12 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

How Many People Are Simping For You?

“Are we...surprised? It’s a wise thing, not placing your affection in my hands. They’re far too bloodied to be gentle anymore.”

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One more day. One more night, really.

It’s all come to a terrible, awful, nasty sort of head.

No warning nor context, Angel merely sends out a mass text to any and all contacts he can remember through the haze of his heat - the fact that he can properly type them in a miracle.

[txt] “Don’t care who comes. Someone’s gotta fuck me through this stupid fucking heat or I’m gonna croak. Please.”

24 notes - Posted April 3, 2022

Trust no one, not even-

One more hour...just one. more. hour.

It wasn’t an exaggeration, the day seemingly crawling on just to prolong the prince’s work. Exorcists have come from all over just to attack his humble home, to slay the many cowering souls inside. It’s been a nightmare trying to keep the barrier in tact.

His head hurts terribly. A fresh throb running through his nerves with each strike of a heavenly body against the shimmering veil.

It’s almost over though...enough so that he considers dropping said veil, allowing the souls inside to fend for themselves for the last minutes of the ‘holiday’. To hole up with his daughter in the safe space of their rooms - it’s far less area to protect, afterall. It’s not like they’re unarmed...despite his pleading that weapons be kept away from the place of peace. He’s not stupid enough to have tried to take them.

A brief break is taken from the crowd so Stolas can return to his room - several older radios set in a line all lit up. He kneads his feathers as he takes a seat on the bed, listening in. Calastor...Mr.Dan...Dubois...god, even Angel Dust is among them! There’s so many voices of pain that only add to the ache in Stolas’s skull, but he needs to listen. Ensure they’re alive so he might help them once the Angels take their leave. Click.

Stolas’s head whips behind him at the sound, startled that someone has followed him. He takes a breath to scold them, remind them that anything beyond the kitchen is off limits...but the breath stays in his throat as he turns to face his visitor, red eyes rounding with realization. “...What are you-”

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My #1 post of 2022

Meme tag | Available muses

Semi-selective RP/Ask blog for multiple characters from Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Multi Fandom and OC Friendly 7+ years rp experience Mun and muse 20+ NSFW themes present, preferably 18+ only. Canon + Fanon divergent Run by Avian

There is no expiration on any meme, just make it clear which meme it is so I can find it again! Also, if you are a personal main, please have SOME indication of a roleplay blog. Otherwise you might end up blocked by accident.

//PERSONALS DO NOT REBLOG//

61 notes - Posted January 10, 2022

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I Had Something to Say and Change Was Possible

I’ve been through some tough things as most of us have but I no longer look at those tough things as bad. Those life situations taught me so much and without having gone through them, I wouldn’t be the person I am today. I definitely wouldn’t have the confidence to sit and write blog posts and talk about my life. My story is my gift to share with the world in the hopes that I inspire others to take back their power, learn to love themselves and create the life they want to live.

This morning, I was answering a few comments on TikTok and for the most part, the comments were very kind…but, there were a few that stung. People assume things about you by the way you look and present yourself on social media. They don’t know the backstory about my life and they assume that because I’m thin and love fashion that I am somehow arrogant and not spiritual. People also think I’m tall which is hysterical to me because I’m barely 5’4”! Again, assumptions based on nothing!

The truth about me is that it took me almost my whole life up until probably 4 years ago to really find my confidence and I continue to work daily to become more of who I was put here to be and let go of old tired thoughts about myself that no longer serve me. We all have deep rooted insecurities and things that happened in our past that we need to release and that is…in a nutshell, the work.

I was born into a conservative home in a time when the world was changing (I’m sure, much like you). My parents were far from people who were trying to embrace a new way of thinking. My maternal grandmother was an alcoholic and my dad’s mother, so I’ve been told was agoraphobic. So…there you go, instant baggage for me. For the most part, people parent to the best of their ability, but we bring our perceptions of live and who we are to the task which doesn’t always work out so well. Long story short, there were lots of rules in our home and my dad was a believer in enforcing them. As time went on, I was convinced that I could never do anything right and stopped trying. By the time I was in middle school, I was pretty rebellious, had no self confidence and was on a fast track to getting into a lot of trouble. By the time I was in 9th grade, I had a boyfriend who was on the same track and he ended up being my first husband. We were both 19. Marriage as you can probably guess was hard. He had some substance abuse issues and was never home, I worked at a job that I hated and we had no money. I began to develop an eating disorder and at one point weighed 89 pounds. I was anorexic and bulimic, but somehow still managed to get pregnant. My oldest daughter was born after we had been married for almost 4 years and we were divorced after 7 years. I knew I was very unhappy but didn’t really have much of a plan.

During the time my daughter was little, I started a catering business, inspired by Martha Stewart! I love her to this day because she showed me that life could be more than what I had always known. I read every magazine, made as many of her recipes as I could and dreamed of living a life like Martha!

I was working very hard at that time, sometimes not going to bed at all and barely keeping my head above water.

One thing that has been a constant in my life has been exercise. I did aerobics and even taught a few classes every week for a while. While at the gym one day, I met my husband to be. He was 2 years younger than me and had a good job. He was good looking and fit and together, we looked like an amazing couple. There was something about him that I was very drawn to, but there were also times when he treated me in ways that I knew weren’t right. The security of marriage and being in a relationship was too good to pass up and we got married. I thought things would be fine and even though from the outside looking in, we looked like the perfect couple, on the inside, things were not good.

Fast forward…we had two more daughters and I became very busy. We were trying to pay for private school for 3 children (I was still working myself to death catering), he was traveling and I could hardly hold it together. We fought…a lot!

In between all of this, there were some good times and maybe that’s what held us together. I think we always loved each other…we just didn’t love ourselves. It’s really hard to hold a relationship together when you’re bringing so much baggage to the table.

When I say we were together for 25 years before things came crashing down, it truly blows my mind. After 25 years of marriage, I found out that he was having an affair and as you can imagine, things went from bad to worse. I had no idea how to navigate the emotions that came with this and I literally fell apart. I handled everything so poorly and we were apart and back together more times than I can count. After about 4 years of this, something happened and I think he saw he was about to loose his children and also, me. Things began to turn around slightly, but I was so bitter and angry that we continued to fight. I expected him to prove to me that he was committed and I watched everything he did and analyzed every word that came out of his mouth.

This is very long story and the details aren’t even that important. What is important is what happened to me after being in so much pain for so many years. Finally, I had enough…I knew that I could not live in this way any longer and I dropped to my knees in my bathroom and prayed for things to change. What I didn’t realize at the time, was that the change had to come from me AND that the affair had nothing to do with me. It affected me certainly, but what he did was about him and his insecurities.

Gradually, I started searching for answers by reading self help books, listening to free Youtube videos and podcasts. I was reading about self love and Law of Attraction, letting go of the past, mindfulness, living in the moment…it was a lot, but gradually began to make sense.

Self love doesn’t happen over night and life doesn’t change in a single instant, but it only takes a spark. A spark of inspiration, a glimpse of what life could be like, seeing evidence in others that things can change and happiness is possible.

During this time, I found blogs…other people’s blogs. I was fascinated at what these mostly young girls were putting out into the world. Fashion, advice, food, decor…it seemed like they were having so much fun and I was in serious need of fun. I decided to start a blog and call it Crazy Blonde Life and one day, I did it. My entire first blog post was a quote from Goethe…

“Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it; Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.

I somehow knew, even though things were still really bad, that I had a dream, I had something to say and that change was possible. And now…I’m proof that it’s all true!

Fast forward once again…almost 7 years later, I am happy, confident, strong and still moving forward toward my ever evolving dreams. I have become the evidence that others were to me. I have become evidence that inside of everyone lies enormous power. I believe that the Universe (God) always conspires for us and that I am here today, writing this post because of the blessing of all I’ve been through.

I also believe that there is so much more for me…and that my dreams are big, but God has plans for me that I am not even capable of dreaming. So…let’s get this party started! I’m ready, willing and available!

In tomorrow’s post, I’ll go deeper into what I’ve learned on my journey and how it helped me come out of a dark place! Thank you so much for reading….I hope this serves you in some way! As always, I would love to know your thoughts if you want to share. This post wasn’t easy to write because I’m sharing really personal things about myself and my family, but I’m sharing because I know 100% that other women can relate to so much of what I’ve written and maybe are just starting their healing journey!

#my story #Law of Attraction #Best Life

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alfalfaaarya · 2 years

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I posted 221 times in 2021

140 posts created (63%)

81 posts reblogged (37%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.6 posts.

I added 800 tags in 2021

#studyblr - 89 posts

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#study blog - 85 posts

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#neetpreparation - 78 posts

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My Top Posts in 2021

"Strangely, life gets harder when you try to make it easy.

Exercising might be hard, but never moving makes life harder. Uncomfortable conversations are hard, but avoiding every conflict is harder. Mastering your craft is hard, but having no skills is harder.

Easy has a cost."

~James Clear - author of Atomic Habits

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2/7/2021

✨Summer Study Challenge 2021✨

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19/6/2021

3/21 DOP ✨

Namaste !

I'm very happy with my productivity today !

I'm pretty sure I'll be done with everything on my to do list by the end of the day !

There is one thing that is making me feel extremely guilty , I was supposed to take a 45 minute nap but it turned into a two hour nap :_)

I'll put in some extra time at night and try to get extra work done !!

I revised half of General Organic Chemistry , it is a big chapter and I made sure not to make the mistake I made with chemical bond ( which I dedicated continuous 6 hours to , after which I was exhausted af) .

I practiced the structures of which I had made charts yesterday .

I took a mock exam ! Revised morphology , it has a lot of information that has to be memorized and needs frequent revision.

I'm almost done with the revision of Work , Power and Energy. Next Imma be doing Circular Motion then a biology chapter and if I'm still down ill do PYQs of Chemical Bonding and a chemistry chapter .

I have a test tomorrow :_)

Adios !

🙏

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FORMULA SHEETS FOR QUICK REVISION

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11/7/2021

Hola !

I answered a Mock Test Today !

Revised a bit of Evolution and completed my Ray Optics formula sheet , revised Optical Instruments and now I'll be solving numericals on Ray Optics .

My family and I went out for a drive today , after a very very very long time , it felt refreshing and really really nice !

I have a state level entrance state coming up on 27th July and before that I have a topic wise test on 20th July , so I am preparing for an intense study week .

I might not be able to post everyday because I have an intense schedule to follow and a lot of syllabus to revise :`)

My Revision Plan for teh next 15 days is as follows ~

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I HOPE THIS NEW YEAR BRINGS GOOD HEALTH AND HAPPINESS TO EVERYONE !

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#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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zombie-honeymoon · 2 years

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I posted 1,065 times in 2021

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#tobirama was lead to believe hidan could get him some bodies to practice on and he could it's just that hidan has a bad sense of direction

My Top Posts in 2021

Hey! So, about the OTP ask meme:

Who laughs the most during sex with Kakuhida!

(Also, if you'll indulge me, why? Are they ticklish, think about random things, the other makes a really funny face? I'd love to know your thoughts!)

From this: otp ask meme

It’s Hidan! He fully enjoys himself and doesn’t take it too seriously all the time, he’s there for a good time and laughing is one of the ways he expresses himself. Not the full on crazed laughter from that one episode, but real laughter. He’s not going to laugh every time, but definitely more often than Kakuzu does.

He is ticklish, and is sensitive to touch in certain places which can get him laughing, and may be found laughing from overstimulation when unable to make any other sound before he’s completely breathless and begging.

Sometimes during sex he tries to tell Kakuzu about his day, or is reminded of something funny that happened and may start laughing that way, too, especially when Kakuzu gives him a look like ‘it can’t wait?? you really have to talk about it right now?’

The first times Hidan laughed, or started talking about stuff, Kakuzu’s pride was definitely hurt, thinking Hidan wasn’t all that into it, but learned it was because Hidan was completely comfortable with him that he could laugh or talk during sex. (casual, light sex between them that is, not the hot and heavy kind, you know?)

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For touching prompts—#50? Bonus points if someone gets bitten 🤪

Here you are Kitty! Please enjoy!

Did he ever stop running his mouth? No, was the short answer. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another, as if he couldn’t get enough of the sound of his own voice. Kakuzu and Sasori exchanged irritated looks as they tried to go over the map. Let Hidan get lost for all they cared, it would at least be a whole lot quieter without him.

“Are either of you even listening to me?!” Hidan demanded, as if surprised no one was paying attention to his little rant about almost getting blown up after getting in Deidara’s way.

Sasori outright ignored him while Kakuzu closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. He was getting a migraine… and they had work to do. Anyone else who irritated Kakuzu like that would be dead but oh no, not Hidan… the immortal bastard couldn’t die.

Moving away from the table and around the back of Kakuzu, Sasori made his way over to Hidan who was yammering on about no one ever listening to him. He even never saw Sasori until a hand was clamped over his mouth, effectively cutting him off from further speaking.

Magenta eyes narrowed and Sasori just knew he was about to do something stupid. Sure enough Hidan grabbed his hand and swiftly bit down on it. Hard and unyielding with no give to it unlike what biting into a hand should be like and… bitter tasting, almost astringent.

Hidan didn't like it, knew he should let go, should just spit it out but wasn't going to give in.

“It’s going to get a whole lot more quiet around here soon,” Sasori announced to Kakuzu who had finally opened his eyes and had looked over at the pair. He wasn’t even about to ask what had happened, or why Hidan was biting Sasori, something which he didn’t think was all that good of an idea really.

“There’s poison on my hands," Sasori explained to Hidan, "you should start feeling your tongue go numb in the next ten seconds and it will move down your throat. Within ten minutes you'll start to feel muscle weakness of the arms and legs. In a few hours... well, my victims are usually dead by then. Interesting to see what will happen to you.”

Hidan spit his hand out, protesting, “No. No, you’re lying! Kakuzu! Do something!”

“You’re immortal, you’ll be fine.” Kakuzu grumbled, his migraine growing worse by the second. “Eventually…”

Kakuzu didn't think it was going to get quiet for a while. It was going to be a very long night.

Now on AO3

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Summary:

Sharing a bed after a long exhausting mission, Hidan and Kakuzu hope to get a good nights sleep, and Hidan seems able to at first, but something disturbs his dreams, while Kakuzu never was able to fall asleep at all until Hidan gets closer, a lot closer.

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@narutorarepairweek Day Four - Prompt: Ultra Rarepair Love

(Art commissioned from @tbh-logic - posted with permission do not repost)

Rating: M Pairing: Kakuzu/Tobirama

Petrichor Chapter Two: Downpour

Chapter Summary:

After a long day of helping Tobirama find what he needs for his research at the library where Kakuzu works, Kakuzu and Tobirama share an umbrella as they walk out to the parking lot together.

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Latest sock I'm working on.

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#kakuzu #hidan #tobirama #knitting #kakuhida #kakuzu/tobirama #my 2021 tumblr year in review #this was fun #i have no recollection of that one tag though - the longest one lol #i did finish that sock a couple months ago

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the-slasher-files · 3 years

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OC: ANDREI KULOKOVA - NSFW ALPHABET

18 + ahead. Andrei is a freak and I cannot stop thinking about him so he needed this post badly.. hope you enjoy 🔪💕

MASTERLIST

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Usually Andrei is very attentive after sex, especially after a particularly rough session. He will clean you of any blood, kiss your bruises and cuts, stroke your hair and call you his perfect little mouse.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His own favorite body part would have to be his hands and his teeth. Andrei’s hands are very skillful, and he likes to work with them any chance he gets either for murder or for love. The man has extremely sharp canine teeth that he loves to bite, plus Andrei knows it makes him sexier and more animalistic.

Andrei loves his partners neck and back. He goes wild if you have short hair or have your hair up, he will just sit there watching your back and neck as you make him dinner, loving how the muscles move and flex, adoring every bone in your back rise and fall, they’re just so breakable. It feeds his feral side if he sees you faulting the mark he has given you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This boy likes it messy, big time messy. It is almost like an animalistic desire to see you covered in him and even yourself, if you mix a little blood in there too, oh boy, you’ve unlocked feral Andrei. He does also have a huge breeding kink and he will fill you up one thousand times over, finger you watching it ooze and drip, then rubbing it all over you and him. Andrei is nasty. He might even eat you out while your dripping his cum out of you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He secretly wants to be a sub but it will take a long, long time for him to get there and be comfortable being a switch. Andrei loves his partners to ride him and that is his submissive side wanting to be released, but he will always act as if he is in control.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Andrei is defiantly experienced in sex, but in a relationship, that’s a bit different. He is very good at sex and he knows it, but he tends to be a little selfish and loose himself, just jackhammering into you. Often Andrei has “fun” with his prey and has paid more than he would like to admit for a good time.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, doggy or having his partner ride him. Missionary is by far his favorite, Andrei wants, needs, to feel you writhe under him, he wants you to look him in the eyes as you cum, and feeling your pulse under his fingers.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Andrei is a very serious man in every way, and sex is often very intense, there is no room or enough air to laugh, but after a long time of being together he has a strange silly side to him. Especially if you catch him off guard with a joke he doesn't quite understand, "You are interesting little mouse" or Andrei's sadistic humor comes out when you jump a little too much at the flick of his knife.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Andrei is not a hairy man by any means, so he is very fortunate enough to let his hair go and it is still only a medium amount of hair. Not overly long, curly light brown, but he likes to keep it under control for the most part. Andrei also has a little treasure trail.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Now Andrei has no clue how to be romantic, it is never something anyone had ever shown him, so keeping you alive, living together and sex is his romance. Andrei is very intense in the bedroom and will kiss and love you there but outside of the bedroom, you might have to help him. Intimacy can be hard because he is very touched starved, the small touches and gentle kisses is something that is hard for him, so don’t be mad if you go hold Andrei’s hand and he pulls away. You need to teach him a lot in this department. His favorite thing is holding you though, either sweeping you off your feet or holding you on his lap, man loves it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Andrei is a horny man who is gone a lot from home so of course he jacks off. Sometimes even if you’re at home he will call you into the bedroom and will just be fisting his cock smirking at you

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

This guy has so so many but his top favorites are blood, breath play, knives, predator/prey, breeding, daddy, fear play and bondage. He is a creative man with a lot of time on his hands.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Andrei will literally take you anywhere he damn pleases, from the field to the abandoned buildings to any surface in the house. He lives in the middle of nowhere so why bother trying to hide.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

This guy is horny 89% of the time, so just always watch your back for the wolf lurking in the house. Your new pair of jeans that hug your ass just right? careful. Batting your lashes when looking up at him? watch out. If you really want him to get going, get yourself something sliky and lacy that puts your body on display, straddle his lap with one of his knives in hand, holy shit Andrei will lose it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Andrei honestly doesn't have many no's and he will try it at least once before saying no. Absolutely no mommy kinks, given his past. Humiliation is a big no, he will never do it to you and you should never do it to him. Overly dominating him in his life, if you are worthy enough to see his sub side only use that in the bedroom, if you take that into every day life by ordering him around or asking for certain tasks done he is going to be very annoyed and pissed off. With you Andrei only wants a few simple things like cleaning his house, making him dinner and cuddling on the couch, other than that you are a free person, he won't try to really control you much. Just don't be stupid by leaving or putting yourself in danger or else his control and overbearingness comes out.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Now Andrei loves to see his s/o writhe, whimper and beg for him. It's an animalistic need. And he is stupidly perfect with his tongue and his hands are extremely skillful. You will have a great time with him going down on you, just watch his teeth if he gets too carried away and he loves to tease and edge so he might be down there a while. However Andrei doesn't go down on you too often because he knows he just that good, and he's an ass. But if you thought just because he doesn't go down on you often means you are off the hook?? Nope. He has a huge thing for getting his dick sucked and he's going to make you do it constantly.. sorry.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Andrei is a delicious, addicting mix of both in a way. He might edge and tease with foreplay for hours but the wolf is going to intensely and roughly ruin you, but if he is switches positions with you he likes to take it slow for a minute just watching you, praising and stroking your hair, probably wiping a tear or blood away, then back to impaling you. It's a true battle between the wolf and Andrei all they time.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He is a big fan, mainly just because he is horny a lot and has a lot of work to do. It's and instant anger/stress relief for him. But at the end of the day if you can quiet his mind enough Andrei enjoys watching you to crumble slowly under his hands and go for a long, long session.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is an ex soldier and mercenary, of course he's a risk taker. Andrei, like I said before, likes to try stuff at least once before saying no. Also being with him everyday is a risk in general, with all his knives and blood obsession.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This guy has stamina for days. You would think with all the cigarettes he smokes he would be dead in 10 minutes, but boy were you wrong. His hunts can go on for 10 hours or more sometimes, so you are at least in for 3-5 rounds at a time. If Andrei has been gone on a mission for a month or so and comes home you are not leaving the bedroom (or where ever he wants to fuck you) for at least 2 days.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't necessarily like toys to make you or himself cum but for teasing he will totally be down for it. Andrei rather just use his mouth or hands. Skin on skin is what he likes.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Andrei adores teasing so much, he wants to break you down, bulid you back up then pick you apart again and again. He will put a plug in you all day just making sure you're ready for whenever he chooses to come home. Edging you is his favorite past time, he will do it until you cry and he will wipe the tears away and say "you're so beautiful myshka"

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is not very talkative in his everyday life but man is a huge dirty talker when getting into it. He also produces wolf like growls deep within his throat creating the most sinful and sexual noise you had ever heard

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Silly drunk Andrei is my personal favorite, and it doesn't happen often at all so take it and run with it. He will start Russian dancing and almost failing over telling you watch him and learn, its very serious to him that you watch. He will also start singing old Russian songs from his childhood, loudly and wildly. Love and cherish this Andrei.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Man is a big boy all the way through, even below the belt. A good 7 inches and thicker than average. Circumcised with a beautiful rosey head, and 2 large veins running the length.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Man wants to go literally all the time. He has an inhuman sex drive. If you just tell him you want him Andrei drops everything and bends you over the nearest surface.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Andrei has a hard time sleeping and winding down. His active mind just will not stop, so he really enjoys just watching you sleep on his chest, being gentle with his hands along your body and in your hair. If you don't fall asleep very fast either now is the perfect time to talk with him, get stories of his missions, Russian folk tales, funny stories about his brothers in the military and brutal childhood. He just wants someone to share his pain and his love with at the end of the night. Run your hands along his scars and in his hair while you're at it and you will have tamed a wolf.

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