#and could probably have kept on if not for the next sets hmmm

[icantalk710]

I swear if you didn't see me, you weren't on the gym floor 😤💪🏽

#ore no kao #awake enough to squeeze in a nice arm pump #[no head-pumping today] #did talk with this one cutie who'd helped me with a cable exercise a while back that my substitute trainer was trying to have me do #and it turns out he knows the primary trainer i'd worked with who i finally bumped into again lol #i think the convos went well--i was sorta rushing my workout since i was running late but we'd still chat between sets #and could probably have kept on if not for the next sets hmmm #i'd seen him here/there since that help in January but only now did i try to talk to him and introduce myself lol #we'll see how that shakes out 🤔

[mortiferumsomnum]

Burgers are How You Summon the Almighty Ghost King

EDIT: MASTERLIST

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Look. Bernard didn’t think it would actually work. 

But, there he was. The Ghost King! In all his.... teenager glory...

“You are the Ghost King... right?” Bernard asked, handing the teen a ham sandwich he just put together. 

“Oh, thanks,” said the teen, accepting the sandwich. “And, yeah. But I haven’t had my coronation yet, so a friend of mine is overlooking some things until I’m ready.”

“Cool,” said Bernard. Then, he gave the teen an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry for summoning you, dude. When I read in the pamphlet that you needed ketchup and mustard drawn in the constellation of Corona Borealis, I really didn’t think it would work because it involved condiments and not... you know... blood sacrifices?”

The teen nodded. And after swallowing, he said, “It’s cool. I’m just surprised that the summoning requirements changed that fast across realms after a few jokes I made. It seems some ghosts just don’t leave things be. They probably worked this fast to tick me off...” The teen snorted at what he said, before continuing with a casual wave of his sandwich, “I should change the requirements again, into something more complicated maybe.”

“I could give you some ideas!” Bernard said. Then he gasped. “My boyfriend is REALLY good at contingencies and plans! He could give you some ideas, too!”

The teen frowned worriedly. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” he asked. 

Bernard nodded, a bit enthusiastically because his bangs were hitting his eyes. “He’s amazing like that! And this isn’t just bias talking! He’s really good at almost everything, it’s insane! He’s a dork, but-”

“Okay! Okay,” the teen laughed. “I get it, he’s amazing.”

“Hell yeah, he is!!” Bernard said, hoping his smile isn’t too dopey.

O_O_O_O

Tim blinked. He blinked at the evidence of the summoning. He grimaced at the black ants that’s marching towards the mess. 

Then he blinked at the white-haired teen in some kind of hazmat suit that blinked at him with eyes that reminded him too much of Jason. But Danny’s face looks kinda... familiar...?? Nah, no it doesn’t. But the green eyes does make Tim internally theorize that neon green is associated with death. 

Then, he blinked at Bernard’s excited smile.

“Okay, first off, this summoning ritual is insulting,” Tim said, gesturing to it. “There’s barely any drama.”

The white haired teen ducked his head in embarrassment. “I was joking with some of the ghosts in charge of changing the summoning rituals... I don’t exactly understand why it’s important to have something that can summon me when the Ghost Realm and the Living Realm should be kept separate but... well... they insisted. And I was annoyed. And hungry. So, I said the next best thing that came to mind.”

Tim nodded. If he were less tired, he would be snorting in amusement and making some kind of joke Kon would be proud of. But right now? Tim had been awake for the last 71 hours and 45 minutes, a quarter of an hour before the hallucinations sets in, and the only thing keeping him going is coffee and Bernard’s promise for a sandwich. And Bernard, bless his boyfriend, is REALLY GOOD at making sandwiches.

“Okay,” he said, sitting down at the table and taking a bite out of his sandwich. “What if the ritual involved making sandwiches?”

Bernard frowned at his boyfriend. He rubbed Tim’s back, which was heavenly because Bernard’s hands were pleasantly warm. “Are you okay, Babe?”

“I’ll be fine,” he said. “But like you said, we’re just putting together ideas, so I’m also just spouting everything that comes out of my head.”

The teen nodded in understanding. “Right? Food’s just that powerful!” Then, his face turned serious. “I want it to involve making a burger. Not bought, but made from scratch from the summoner.”

Tim nodded, bringing out a notepad and wrote down what the teen said in the most illegible scribble Bernard’s ever seen. Hmmm, maybe Tim needs some rest.

“What should be the ingredients?” Tim asked, not looking up from his notepad while twirling his pen.

“We need to find the best burger there is in this world,” the teen said. “And then, we write down the ingredients for it, the step-by-step process of how it should be prepared, and what kind of soda it should be paired with.”

Tim nodded, jotting down what Danny said.

Bernard was honestly amused and worried. “Are you sure this is the kind of summoning that you want?”

The teen nodded. “It shouldn’t just be a burger bought from some fast-food burger joint. It has to be a Burger that I would be HAPPY to eat when I get summoned and have to listen to some creepy person’s plan for world domination!”

“Not everyone who will summon you will want to dominate the world,” Tim said.

The teen crossed his arms. “Then they should have no problem inviting me to a meal over a talk about how to save the world or whatnot.”

Tim circled some... scribbles and then closed his notepad with a snap, clicking his pen with finality and nodding towards the teen.

“By the way, what should we call you?” he asked the teen, who blinked at him. “I get the ‘names hold power’ thing, but I thought that only applies to the fae?” Tim asked, looking to Bernard for confirmation. And when Tim has to look to Bernard for confirmation, you KNOW that the young man is that badly sleep-deprived. 

The teen laughed. “Don’t worry! You guys can know my name,” he said. Then, with a grin, a silver light circled around him and transformed him into a regular looking teen with black hair and blue eyes while wearing a Nasa shirt and a pair of jeans. He then held a hand out, and introduced himself, “I’m Danny.”

Tim blinked. Danny looked... a lot like Damian. Which should be concerning because his skin was just as dark as Damian’s a while ago... maybe Tim was too focused on the glowing green eyes? Damian also has green eyes... Huh. Does being a ghost make other people unable to recognize you when you’re being one? 

Tim looked to his watch. It’s also 4 am. Oh...

Then, Tim looked to Bernard. “The hallucinations has set in.”

“Dammit, Babe!” Bernard screeched before catching his idiot boyfriend.

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*loud cackling* I’ve been drowning in Danny Phantom and Batman crossovers for days!!!! It was only time until I contributed something to the fandom! XD

Unfortunately, I’m not that good with multi-chapter fics, so I’m going to share the ideas I have for this AU!!

So:

- It’s a Danny and Damian are twins AU! Danny was an unnamed baby. He was weak and he was close to dying. Ra’s wanted him dead. Talia faked the baby’s death and tasked a loyal subordinate on his way to another mission in another state to drop the baby off somewhere safe. If the child were going to die, he should die in a place where he’ll feel love and care as a final gift from his mother.

- That love and care comes in the form of a two year old red head named Jazz who was out on a stroll with her giant father. It was sisterly-love at first sight on the baby left on the doorsteps of some old man that hated kids. Jazz wanted to keep the baby. And Jack, unable to say no to his princess, picks up the baby with such care, it was fatherly-love at first sight for Jack as well. Once the baby was brought home, cleaned and put into the yellow onesies Jazz once owned, Maddie had arrived home from shopping for some parts. One look at the baby, and it was motherly-love at first sight, too. When things start going wrong at their home, and the children are left to their own devices, Jazz would always care for her brother first.

- (I really didn’t think much about how they separate because I didn’t focus on that)

- Now, other than the explanation Danny gave, the importance of having a summoning ritual for the ghost king in this AU is in case the world truly is in danger and requires the ghost king’s help. Of course, while Pariah Dark was king, the summoning rituals were made difficult for the very reason that Pariah was an evil tyrant and shouldn’t be summoned because he will destroy the world rather than save it. 

- Now that Danny is King, the ghosts know that the kid won’t be abusing his powers, not even in the human world. So, even if it were a joke, it was really alright for his summoning ritual to be easy. Plus, they really did want to tick him off and make him learn the hard way that he should take what they’re trying to advise him seriously. Clockwork even told them it was okay!

- Thankfully, it wasn’t the Guys in White or, Ancients forbid, his parents that summon him! It was someone who’s like Wes, but chiller. Danny Really Does need to make it more complicated.

- But having his summoning ritual involve Making Burgers?? That’s the only easy part. Danny wants to also put in them being able to imitate the Mona Lisa Portrait, the Chicken Dance - SCRATCH THAT! MAKE THEM DO THE COFFIN DANCE!, and---

- Tim is looking at him with JUDGMENT. And Danny is offended because it was Tim that suggested Sandwich-making in the first place! And then, Tim AGREED to the burger making!! 

- Tucker thought it was a great idea when he returned to attend school! Sam doesn’t really care as long as the Burger doesn’t involve killing a cow by their hands and instead involves ground beef processed in the market.

- Tim tells him that they can make it complicated, but they are REMOVING THE MONA LISA AND COFFIN DANCE IDEA, and, like, Fine! Maybe having art and dance skills shouldn’t be a requirement!

- Tim then suggests that maybe the summoner should know the true value of ghosts, or, have knowledge that ghosts are sentient beings.

- Because Danny gives them a whole run-down on the laws involving ghosts that’s kept hush-hush by the government but is really there and hasn’t been changed. Tim wonders if Jason is really a zombie like he claims to be, or is actually half-ghost like Danny. But pushes it aside, because right now, researching on the internet on different burger recipes is confusing the fuck out of Bruce and Tim is thriving on it.

- But, to test Tim’s theory, Tim invites Jason to help them cook the different burger recipes. He advises Danny to be invisible while Jason does it, and he agrees. So, he transforms and turns invisible. But the moment Jason is there, Danny drops his invisibility, walks up to Jason, who’s in a daze, and cries while hugging the man. 

- The Ghost King has many powers. And seeing how a ghost had died is one of them. (A headcanon for this au, because why not? I think it’s pretty angsty and cool! But also, it’s like after defeating the previous Ghost King, the powers associated with being Ghost King is also passed on? For now, Danny is still training on how to get a hold of these powers. But in the future, he’ll be able to control his powers, so he won’t be seeing the past of every ghost he meets without their consent. Consent is sexy, guys.)

- While Danny is hugging Jason, the corrupted ectoplasmic energy was getting purified. But Danny can only do the purification in small doses. And, well, he doesn’t need to hug Jason to purify him, but Danny doesn’t want to tell Jason that because the big guy looks deprived of hugs. So a daily dose of purification hugs is recommended for our resident undead.

- Jason grumbles, but assents to it because he hasn’t felt this light in years. He also helps them make the burgers.

- “We should just say ‘Get Jason Todd to cook your burgers, buy some root beer, and draw the constellation with melted chocolate’” Danny says, enjoying the burgers.

- Bernard nods, licking a finger clean of ketchup and mustard. “You gotta teach me how to make burgers like this, man,” he says to Jason. “The only burger patties I cook are the ones already packaged.”

- Jason smirked. “I’m still a student,” he said. Bernard and Danny were in disbelief. But Tim only nodded. “Alfred is the real master. He’s British, but the only food he messes up are the waffles and mashed potatoes. Everything else, he’s excels.”

- “But... anyone can make mashed potatoes???????”

- “We have a bet going on that he messes them up on purpose because Bruce likes them that way.”

- It’s when Danny de-transforms that Jason blinks and goes, “Whoa, you look like the Demon Brat!”

- Which then just proves Tim’s theory that maybe being a ghost has something to do with people recognizing them as humans. Maybe there’s an instant glamour when you’re a ghost for strangers to be unable to recognize you? Maybe when the ghost allows it, you’d be able to recognize them even as they appear or transform in front of you? Do all ghosts have the ability to appear human? Or is it just Danny? Can Jason transform?? But is Jason even half-ghost??? 

- (In this au, I’m having the glamour only working on halfas., but only because they assume two identities. When you’re a full ghost, you don’t have a different identity just your ghost one. Jason is not a ghost, he’s mostly human, not fully, because even as a human there is ectoplasmic energy running in his veins. Jason’s eyes will be glowing when he’s experiencing strong negative emotions, but these negative emotions are now more manageable. So, Jason is a human with ectoplasmic energy running in his veins. He doesn’t have two identities to switch with. No glamour for him, but being purified does make him a little bit stronger. Not superman strong, but the kind when you’re on an adrenaline high.)

- But also, yep, Tim wasn’t imagining it. Danny did look like Damian.

- It was then Bernard takes out his board full of red string and shares his theory on why Danny could be Damian’s long lost twin brother. Tim was probably asleep when he put this board together.

- “Assassins? Really?” Danny asked, amused. “I mean, I know I’m adopted, but why would I be associated with assassins? Wouldn’t the assassins be watching over me and keeping a closer eye on me in case my twin can’t take over as heir and they’d need a placeholder??”

- And so Bernard goes on, on how Danny was the weaker one of the twins. And maybe the boss wanted only the strong one, and maybe his mother had some ounce of motherly sympathy for him to be brought into a loving family before he eventually died. And there wasn’t any assassin assigned to him because they were so sure he’d die. Danny did explain to them that he got sick easily when he was younger. But after the accident that killed him, he didn’t get sick anymore. (Danny didn’t tell them that he’s still alive, though. He just told them he died, while he’s in the ghost world, he defeated the previous ghost king, and now he’s the ghost king). 

- Cue Tim and Jason sweating in the background. Bernard could be right, because he mostly was right about Damian being associated with Assassins. But Danny doesn’t look convinced, just indulging, so thank goodness for that!

- So, it goes to a question on whether he wanted to meet Damian. But Danny tells them that he’ll think about it.

- So, they get on with choosing which burger “felt right”, but Danny decides to bring a burger he loves. From Nasty Burger. And asks Jason to try and make a better version.

- “Timmy, look for the recipe, will ya?”

- Danny is amused at the illegal hacking that was going on, but even if the recipe for Nasty Burgers might be a well-kept secret of the burger joint, he has no doubt these nerds will be able to find it.

- Tim downloads the recipe, Danny brings over the Nasty Burgers, they taste it and comments that it goes on par with Bat Burgers, to which Bernard arrives with his own batch for Danny to try. 

- And, they were right. They are on par with each other. They both have their own distinct flavors for their patties, it’s unreal!

- Danny then decides to let both be a requirement for the ritual. A better version for both Bat Burger and Nasty Burger as improved by Jason Todd. 

- After a full week of trying to make the perfect nasty burger and bat burger, Danny has to include all the other requirements for the ritual (like the root beer and how the constellation will be drawn, and that one requirement Tim suggested of the human having to have understanding of ghosts being more than just ghosts... Does Jason make a poem for Danny about it? Yes, he does. But nobody but Danny knows about this.)

-Finalized, The summoner has to read the poem out loud, draw the constellation with barbeque sauce, and place the ready-made burger by the summoner in the middle.

- Once Danny has put everything together, and tells the ghosts to update the summoning ritual, he asks Bernard to test it out (Jason ended up taking Bernard as a student in cooking).

- Danny appears in all his Ghost King glory, complete with a Nasty Burger Crown and Blanket Cape, with some cool neon green light show and some cool fog.

- It was a success! And they eat pizza as a celebration because they were sick of burgers already.

- They say good-bye to Danny. Danny tells them that he’ll still be visiting for Jason’s daily purification hugs, and they make plans for meeting up together.

....

- One day, Damian as Robin catches Jason in his safe-house watching a movie with Timothy, Bernard, and... a clone of himself? But that’s a story for another day.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny fenton #bernard dowd #timothy drake #tim drake #jason todd #timbern #goddamn this is long what the fuck #do i know anything about these two franchises other than what i read on tumblr and ao3?? NOPE! #i haven't revisited danny phantom nor read the dc comics and it shows #might post later on ao3

[sturnsbabie]

Can you write a fluff about Chris x reader, and he invites her to film a video for his personal channel introducing the reader as his girlfriend to the fans and answering some questions about their relationship.

PUBLIC-C.STURNIOLO.

pairing: bf!chris x gf!reader

summary: in which chris films a video with his girlfriend introducing her to his fans and asking questions.

warnings: fluff, slight suggestive.

i hope u like this anon, i tried my best

chris and i have been together for over five months now. we have been keeping our relationship out of the public.

the fans do know he has a girlfriend though, he talks about me a lot in car videos. sometimes he will even post faceless pictures of us in his insta photo dumps. the fans just dont know who i am just yet.

my indenity was kept hidden as i wasnt that big on social media and i wanted to keep it that for awhile not wanting to be the centet of attention.

i was currently in my car headed over to his house. we were gonna film a video introducing me as his girlfriend. i was a little excited but nervous because i knew how the fans can be.

i pulled into the driveway of the triplets house and got out grabbing my things. i was staying here for a couple of days after we filmed the video.

i walked up to the door and let myself in since chris told me i didnt have to knock anymore because we have been dating for a while.

“chris! im here!” i yell out and i hear a set of footsteps jolting from the stairs.

he came into the living room and pulled me into a hug and kissed me softly.

“hi beautiful” he said with a smile.

“hi chris” i said

we headed to his room where he had the camera set up for us to film.

we laid in bed and cuddled for awhile before we decided to start filming.

chris started the video and was doing his intro as i stayed out of the frame til he told me to come over to him.

“hey guys. as you probably have read my title ill be doing a long awaited girlfriend reveal today!” he said with a small smile.

“come on baby!” he motioned for me to come into the frame.

i walked over and sat down next to him as he was talking to the camera.

“you can introduce yourself now.” he said as he looked at me.

“hi. im y/n!” i smiled softly as chris was telling the camera what we were gonna be talking about.

“i asked you guys on my instagram story to send in some questions you guys wanna know about our relationship so thats what were gonna be doing!” he said.

“someone asked how did you guys meet?” chris said

“we have known of eachother for a few years and we officially met thru madi who shes good friends with.” chris explained.

i nodded and listened to chris talk as i smiled at him softly.

“question for you mama, whats your favorite things about me?”

“hmmm! i could name so many” i giggle.

“my favorite thints about you have to be the way you look at me, your cute lil nose, and your hugs” i blush as i say everything.

“interesting” he chuckled.

“where did our first kiss happen”chris asked as he was looking at his phone.

“good question!” he said as i looked at him.

“you answer this one!” i giggle as i play with the ring on my finger.

“well we just had went on our second date and we came back to mine to watch a movie and she had looked at me with this look that was filled with adoration and thats right when i knew it would be her. ANYWAYS i cupped her cheeks softly and kissed her” he was flustered thinking about that moment.

“how did i ask y/n to be my girlfriend?” chris read the question.

“we went out for a fancy dinner date and after we were taking a walk along the beach just talking and he asked me to be his girlfriend.” i said with a small blush.

“a spicy question but how did your guys first time happen?” i read off of chris’ phone as he gave me his phone so i could look at the questions.

chris chuckled as he looked at me. “you sure you want me to answer?” he asked

“yeah go ahead, just dont go too much into detail” i giggled.

“well we were in the backseat of her car in a empty parking lot two weeks after we officially started dating. we had just got food and were sitting and talking and one thing led to another and we ended in the backseat.”he said as he looked at me.

i was flustered as i thought back on that night the first ever time we were intimate with eachother. the way our bodies were connected with eachother and the way we he had me bent over my backseat.

“and that wraps up this video! thank you guys so much for sending in questions. i hope you enjoyed this video as much as i enjoyed filming it” chris said doing his outro as i waved to the camera before he turned it off.

it had been a few days since chris posted the video and the fans were eating it up.

most of the fans were super loving and supportive but there were maybe a few that were sending hate but i really didnt care.

the fans were being super sweet and supportive defending me with some of the hate comments i had got.

fans were making a bunch of cute edits and posting clips from the video.

VIDEO COMMENTS!

user: the way he looks at her omg

user2: the way they both got flustered talking about intimate moments

chrislover1: shes fucking ugly that should be me im prettier and better

user: fuck off

nicolassturniolo: yall hating on y/n for what,yall mad she w chris.

user: they are such a beautiful couple

user: need y/n in a car video immediately.

it felt good being public with chris finally. being able to post him without worrying the fans would find my account.

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets imagines #chris sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo imagine #christopher sturniolo #christopher sturniolo imagines #matt sturniolo imagines #chris sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo fanfic #matthew sturniolo #matthew sturniolo imagines

[skippyv20]

A picture & a thousand words.

Hi Skippy & Friends-Pilgrim here not wanting to preach to the choir but I am just amazed people still wear their rose-tinted glasses regarding the Harkle’s claim they have two kids. It’s understandable how much people love the idea of children arriving, making it hard to accept that con artists play on those emotions. After so much “fakency” from a narc/grifter who will do anything…anything…to get her way, this is my attempt to regurgitate their deceptive behavior once again for clarity for those still questioning. For years, those of us here have been carefully observing, discussing and fact checking. As the old saying goes, “A picture is worth a thousand words.” That is why I share my efforts in art class sparing us of so many words over the falls.

We knew she was trouble when she arrived on the royal stage but she stepped up her con game on Eugenie’s wedding day, Oct 12, 2018. To steal the spotlight, Megnuts unbuttoned her coat (big white buttons on navy no less) just enough while looking ecstatic…the press bit and she got the headlines announcing she was pregnant. The York’s were furious with this ploy on their special day. Megnut could have picked any date to start this baby ball rolling but couldn’t resist doing it standing on the steps next to HMTQ with worldwide press feeding her headline/press addiction.

For the next 7+ months she paraded around holding her stomach, never letting anyone forget the storyline she was curating. She was terrible at using the moon bump apparatus: making it too big or small for her timeline-sometimes all on the same day; too square; too mushy; falling down to her knees one time; so loose it slid side to side when she walked, and it even made weird belches when she crouched down and then popped up releasing the air. Can you imagine standing next to her with all of this going on? Don’t forget she loved to flick her coats for the cameras to show off her creation of the day! She went to an event, supposedly 8.5 months pregnant, wearing high heels, no swelling in her feet or legs, able to squat down, crushing her stomach while laying flowers on the memorial and then popping up as if she was a cheerleader!

She flew to a country where there was Zika while supposedly pregnant after being told not to go. She flew to NYC for her obnoxiously expensive, talked about, fake baby shower at 7.5 months. On arrival at the hotel, she got out of a car so huge she almost lifted off the ground like a balloon and then in photos taken inside the most expensive suite in the city, she is seen looking normal, jammed on a coach with others…hmmm…what were her famous guests thinking? They were probably not happy being complicit with her schemes. One night she even went “out on the town” NOT wearing her moon bump, looking right past the press, smiling on the arm of Markus Anderson.

The insane lies about the night she gave birth just got bigger and better described by Harry in their Netflix show. The hospital Megnut said she gave birth in, told the press they had not been there that night. The MD she said delivered Farchie denied her as a patient and was even out of town that night. There was no official royal announcement signed by attending doctors, just something she printed up. That day, Harry talked to the press at the stable with horses whinnying, saying something about how much the kid had changed a lot in 2 weeks.

No one was allowed to help her care for a new infant, kept hidden in a private baby’s room she and Dorita guarded. Hired staff who tried to do their job, left or were fired within days. She claimed mega stars dropped by Frogmore Cottage to visit, bringing baby gifts but they usually came forward saying “not true” or it was easy enough to verify where they actually were by reading the news. They had to produce an infant for the press and orchestrated a photo op/introduction at the palace. Like a set for a TV show, she strutted out in heels, wearing a huge moon bump, strung up so high in an odd position, as if this was her post-birth body…once again totally clueless. If you watch the video of this highly orchestrated performance on mute, their body language screams lying. After carefully holding a motionless “infant” Harry, all of a sudden, as if practiced and on cue, moves his left hand to the upper chest area and starts pressing down hard with his thumb, to the point it turned white! That would make any little baby squirm with a startled wail but nothing happened.

It turns out that is the location in “reborn” dolls for the button that starts the battery-operated movements. As usual, this duo flunked baby doll mechanics. You can go to sites for these amazing dolls, to see just how it all works. The artists who paint them make beautiful babies that look life-like in every conceivable combination. At this event, the press was cordoned off, far back in a huge empty hall and questions were kept to a minimum. Megnut looked flustered it didn’t work, and quickly ended the session, pulling Harry to turn around and leave mid-sentence. It is all there to study lasting about 3 minutes. Fascinating how calculated her facial expressions, hair flicking and nervous laughter was.

Megnut is obsessed with Harry’s brother and sister-in-law. While at their house, she was even caught taking photos of Prince George by Catherine who found them in another room. The reason they named their invisible son Archie is because that was the code name for Prince George used by his guards which got out when the youngster innocently told a neighbor what they call him. Megnut will steal anything to use for her own good which is typical narcissist behavior. She has been diagnosed by some medical press as a malignant narcissist.

The fake baptism on July 6th, was a day filled with huge mistakes including the missing clergy. The photoshopped images that were splashed worldwide were massively manipulated. There are computer programs that show where lines have been changed, including items in the room. People in the photo were all plugged into position out of proportion…too much to mention here but it was very analyzed and discussed. We did get a picture of a baby’s bare feet with Diana’s favorite flowers at one point.

At a polo match that Harry was playing in that summer, Megnut was supposed to stay home. She heard that one of Harry’s old flames was in attendance and drove herself there wearing a huge dark green tent dress. She produced and held, for all to see, a doll that never moved or cried for hours, with its face pressed against her chest in sweltering temps. She never used a stroller or sat in the car; did not have a hat or baby bag with needed items; did not give it formula or change a diaper or let anyone else touch it, parading up and down the sidelines trying to act like she was a natural mother. Instead, the faces of those near her show utter disbelief.

She flew solo to NYC to watch the United States Tennis Open which is held in early Sept…leaving her invisible 4-month-old infant at home that she claimed she was breast feeding. In all of the photos of her watching Serena Williams in the family seats…she did not look like a worried mother separated while expressing milk to take back. What we did observe were her raw, red knees and her button-up denim dress as she flashed Serena’s husband while seated. She looked very “dusty”, acting manic, talking to no one while watching the match. The William’s family ignored her after begging her to not attend, possibly causing bad luck for Serena, who did lose again.

This just takes us up to the 1st 4 months of their lies with Farchie! There was this whole unveiling of Archie in Africa with Desmond Tutu, which was like a United Nations event, using a darling baby actor it seems. The invisible child was seen once on Vancouver Island with her on a walk on a wooded path with a dog and guards. The doll was dangling from a harness like Captain Ahab on the whale Moby Dick. At Perry’s house in LA and then in Montecito strange fuzzy photo-chopped images that didn’t look like the same child were offered up to the press now and then.

The second fake birth story includes doctors she claimed to use in Santa Barbara who actually shut down their well-known clinic within weeks of her statement. Like before there was no official birth certificate. Again, for a name, they stole another family member’s nickname-this time the Queen’s, calling her Lilibet which shocked the world with its contempt. A very edited family holiday card was presented using imagery patched together like a quilt. This modus operandi continues.

Royal offspring must be born of the body with official doctors attending. It seems the royal family has put “extensions on their blinders” hoping this mess will just go away. Perhaps now they feel they have distanced themselves enough and like Pontius Pilate, KCIII has washed his hands of this dilemma. Unfortunately, the public likes honesty in their leaders. The truth will out and there will be hell to pay.

Thank you Pilgrim!  Excellent post….you hit every mark!!!!!❤️

[junhanndee]

Anyways I need to request a MTL for who's the most into teasing, sensual, long foreplay🤭 and please elaborate as much as you want -🩵

omg sure thing!! this is just the teasing one for now but i’ll add ur emoji to the other two parts when i post them later!! 🥹🥹 🩵

most to least into teasing

- seungmin, jungsu, gaon

these three all strike me as the type to kinda be cocky about teasing you.

like they all go crazy over the fact they can make you all flustered like that

- for seungmin i think he would drive you the most crazy with either gym pics or coming home to you after the gym all sweaty and muscles pumped up!!

- he would come home to you in his gym shorts and his muscle top and….. when you see all that i mean it’s kinda hard to resist!! he would love to tease you about it and sit down next to you while bringing you into a kiss!!

- if he wants to take a shower instead of getting right to it….. he will tease you but you’ll definitely be getting in there with him :,)

- for jungsu, i see him as the type who loves to see your face when you’re all worked up

- if you haven’t seen it, you have to see the video of him slapping gaons ass because the face he makes…….. i will not be able to speak properly if i see that video again rn

- he would probably love to tease you the most while you’re making out!

- he would be able to tell you were getting all worked up by the way your hands were mindlessly wandering all up and down his waist so he would definitely tease you for it

“just can’t help yourself huh? so needy for me you can’t even keep your hands to yourself” he would say while making you look him dead in the eye because he knew it would fluster you even more!!!

- for gaon, LOL. i see him as the type who thinks it’s kinda funny

- the day that he found out he could fluster you pretty easily was the day he took it and RAN WITH IT !!

- listen he would lean you inside and out just so he could tease you about everything

- let’s say you stared just a little too hard at him during one of their practices…. well! if he’s fingering you i think he would say something like “i saw the way you were looking at me during practice….. been thinking about this all day hmmm? my love?”

- he would definitely tease you by smacking ur ass everywhere and anywhere btw

gunil junhan

gunil and junhan both give me a teasing vibe but more in a way that’s subtle!

like maybe giving you cheek kisses or doing things they are oblivious about!!

they both give me the vibe that they wouldn’t really catch on if they did something random that got you going but i can see that if they found out they would have fun with it

- gunil seems like the type to know he’s hot so sure! he knows that something’s he might do or say will set you off but sometimes he thinks it’s almost funny how worked up you can get over the slightest things

- he would honestly find it cute and probably tease you more than anything but i can definitely see him using it toward his advantage!!

- say that during a band practice he kept winking at you during all your favorite parts……

- not two feet in the door and he would have you pinned on the wall kissing up and down your neck teasing you!!

- “did you like the way i winked at you baby? i know you like that” he would say while hooking your thighs around his waist and taking you to his bedroom <3

- junhan is comfy with himself!! so i can definitely see him being like gunil as well! like he knows that you think he’s hot (i mean duh) but he doesn’t always necessarily know that something’s could do THAT much yk?

- if he’s playing his guitar he would definitely notice you staring at his hands and tbh i think he would be straightforward!!

- “baby you keep looking at my hands, want me to help you?” he would say once he’s noticed you’re all worked up

- when he fingers you i think he definitely would whisper littles things like, ‘feeling good hmm?’ or ‘you love my fingers so much, you’re doing so well’

- he would probably coo at how cute you are when you’re all worked up too :,)

jooyeon

- joo gives me the vibe that, not that he doesn’t care, but he just doesn’t rlly tease you that often?

- he’s silly! don’t get me wrong, he’s a goofy guy. but i think when you’re turned on or wanting him it’s more of a ‘omg okay what can i do’ or ‘let me help you’ then him teasing you for being turned on LOL

- overall jooyeon is just a silly lil guy and i think he would try his hardest to please you :,)

#🩵 anon #xdinary heroes smut #xdinary heroes imagine #xdh imagine #xdinary heroes imagines #xdh x reader #xdh smut #xdinary heroes x reader #gaon x reader #xdh imagines #xdinary heroes hard hours #jungsu x reader #junhan x reader #jooyeon x reader #seungmin x reader #ode x reader #gunil x reader

[cannotgiveafuck]

Have another nonsense snippet! IDK I just wanted to write Billy Batson and Captain Cold bc he’s on my list of villain/ antihero/ dubious influence that would adore this lil magical street rat.

"This isn't what I had in mind when you invited me to Star City, you know." Billy couldn't quite reign in the resignation, the sigh not so much tired as aware he should've known better.

Captain Cold adjusted his hold on Billy, kept him secured under his arm like he was a sack of cash or jewels, and not a literal child he brought with to a heist. "I didn't invite you, lil scarlett, I kidnapped you."

"I was trying to be generous here."

"Don't do me any favors, or you'll smear my carefully crafted reputation."

"The only reputation you have is your enjoyment to hear yourself talk, Lenny," came the overly chipper, yet sarcastic voice of Gold Glider. She held her gold gun aloft on her shoulder, something shiny and most assuredly stolen in her hand.

Leonard Snart gave his sister a significant look that Billy had come to know as the 'haha you are very funny' look, but somehow with more attitude despite the blank expression. The Snarts were very good at a variety of silent expressions. "Come now, you have better insults than that."

"Tell him his plan is poorly thought out!" Billy piped up. Much to the delight of Lisa and chagrin of Len.

"Insulting the man that kidnapped you isn't well thought out, kid."

"Hey! Being kidnapped means I get to insult you the entire time! If you're using me as an accessory to a crime, I should have a say,” as though Billy would ever actually want to be involved, but he knew by this point he was along for the ride. There was a reason Len kept a hold on him and it was not entirely to ensure Billy’s safety.

“No, being kidnapped means you get exactly zero say. You’re supposed to look sad and distressed, can’t you turn on those big blues and get the water works going?”

The look Billy shot up at him made Lisa whistle in appreciation.

“Look at that, the kid is actually learning something from you!”

“Lise...”

“Alright, alright, I’ll go check on Mick and make sure he’s not setting any paintings on fire. Try to teach the kid something else while you got him!”

The paired shouting of “I’m not a dog!” and “He’s not my mentee!” only got a lazy wave as she strutted away. Whatever the kid got from this, Lisa didn’t particularly care. He wasn’t in danger and not for reals upset, so the two boys spending time together was a good thing all around. Her brother got antsy when he didn’t bother any of his favorite good doers.

“We could have literally done anything else today, you know. Could’ve enjoyed the museum without stealing from it! Or gone to the park or the movies-”

“As riveting as those suggestions are, none of them spark the true Star City experience as a good ol heist with yours truly,” Leonard had walked into the next room and proceeded to freeze a glass container and its security sensors, hitting it just right to break apart and leave the golden wristlet free to grab. “Besides, do ancient Egyptian artifacts truly belong to this place?”

Billy was about to open his mouth to tell Len that how museums work and function probably involved a lot of paperwork and handling objects between hands, but then he realized he also didn’t actually know who owned all of the stuff there. Especially the older pieces that were probably stolen from sites long ago anyway. Billy closed his mouth, and Len made a triumphant noise.

“Lemme see!” Those crafty, nimble hands of his swiped the bracelet before the bad could close, and Billy inspected the item closely. It didn’t feel magical, but it definitely felt old. Or at least he thought it did. “Hmmm...”

“I won’t reprimand you for that, so long as you plan on keeping it.” As if Len would be entirely too proud if he got Billy to steal something.

Billy said nothing to rebuke that.

“I sincerely hope you’re not giving kiddie lessons on stealing, Cold,” came a sudden familiar voice behind them, right as the air in the room became charged with the sort of energy only the speed force could conjure. “Thievery 101 shouldn’t go on his resume for school.”

It was like Len’s entire face lit up, he smiled wide and turned on his heels with a dramatic pivot. “Oh, don’t be absurd, Scarlett. This is at least Heist 105, the kid isn’t a total newbie.”

The Flash crossed his arms, not at all buying it, but that was part of the game there - the banter. Though this particular situation was a new one. Barry had been aware that Len and Billy knew each other, but seeing one hoist the other under his arms in the midst of an afterhours heist was still not something he had been prepared to deal with. “The kid isn’t going to steal artifacts for you.”

A red gloved hand gestured out for the golden wristlet.

Blue eyes glanced up at the Flash, and then back down to the artifact. He made a noise of conflicted contemplation.

“Billy...” The Flash began, somewhat stern, but mostly surprised and unsure at the turn of events.

Billy made the noise again and held onto the bracelet tighter.

“Hah! Sorry, little scarlet is taking my classes after all,” Len crowed.

Barry made a displeased sound, “You’re being a bad influence on him, is what you’re doing!”

“No need to be jealous,” Captain Cold cooed, absolutely delighted by it all. “You’re still my favorite crime fighting idiot in tights, Scarlet. The kid’s just on my team now.”

“I’m not taking it for myself!” Billy felt the need to explain himself. He didn’t steal unless it was right thing to do, and sometimes it was! But he also really did not want Barry to be disappointed in him. “If it’s from Ancient Egypt it should go to someone of that culture, right? Since it was probably just taken from the ground or a burial site...”

“Uh, news flash, kid, no one alive from that yesteryear is running around - puns intended.” Whatever Billy’s reasoning, Len was still counting this as win.

“Well, I mean, there’s one person...”

“Billy.” This time Flash used a tone that was definitely stern and concerned.

“What! He’s actually from Ancient Egypt, and--”

“No.”

“But if there’s anyone who would have a claim--”

“That’s not how this works, Billy!”

“Now, hold on, let the kid speak--”

“Stay outta this, Len!”

“I’m giving it to Teth Adam.”

And for once, of their own volition, both The Flash and Captain Cold agreed, “Billy, no!”

#billy batson #captain marvel #shazam #the flash #captain cold #listen. I just love Cold and Flash banter so much #and adding Billy into the mix makes it so much better #also no. billy does not understand how museums or reparations work #he just wants Teth Adam to like him. or at least not hate him #gifts should work right? #in which Flash and Cold become uncles that teach billy contradictory lessons #he doesnt need them but he likes spending time with both of them

[toxiclovergirl]

Cruel World

*after being with Coriolanus for almost 8 years, you thought the trauma from the hunger games would go away but it never did*

i was 16 when i was chosen to fight in the Hunger Games. i was just a little girl, against an arena of teenagers bigger than me who wanted to kill me. i couldn’t comprehend the fact that it was my destiny to fight in the games. all until I met Coriolanus. 

Coryo was chosen as my mentor, i didn’t really understand what that meant until he explained it to me in full detail. he was going to help me win the games, and he had so much courage that he was positive i could win. i was just a small girl, not a very intimidating one, but i sure was fast. 

“wear something red, so we can match. i’m sure Tigris can find you something,” Coriolanus says to me as i rip through our closet which we share. tonight we have a gala, nothing that i am involved with, but i have to go anyways. 

“hmmm okay,” i stare at every dress that is hanging from the rack, i’m not very partial to red anymore, so there is nothing. i could just have Tigris pick me up something from the dress store down the street? i look over to Coriolanus as he tries on different button up tops in his mirror, even though we all know he’s going to pick the same white one he always does. 

i walk over to the dresser that stands in the open closet, clothing i rarely wear is kept in here. i’m not one to throw things away, especially clothes i know that i could pass down to someone. it is the district in me that never throws anything away. 

dresses and skirts i wore after the games fill these drawers, clothes i thought suited me but didn’t at all. 

i get to the bottom of the drawer and my heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach when i realize what it is. the dress i wore to the reaping, the same dress i was forced to wear during the games since they didn’t want to give me another change of clothes. i pull it out and hold it in my hands which begin to shake, just at the mere thought of being in that arena again. 

the once crimson color looks more like burgundy from the stained dirt and blood that was covered in it. i forgot that i even put it in there. 

“is that what you’re wearing?” Coryo asks me. 

does he not remember? he was with me for the entirety of the games, how can’t he remember this is what i was wearing? i remember the side his hair was parted to and the color of his socks. Coriolanus was all i could focus on during that time. 

“n-no,” i silently begin to cry, thinking about my young self, fending for herself to stay alive, all while people watched for their entertainment. 

“where is Tigris?” i ask him, my voice shakey. 

“she must be at her studio, is everything alright?” 

“yes, i just need to see her,”

“the gala is in two hours, how will you have enough time to get ready?” my back still faces him but his worried voice comes closer to where i stand. 

“darling is everything okay?” his hand rests at the bottom of my back, while his head rests at the crook of my neck to kiss it gently. 

“yes, just emotional is all,” i tell him honestly without telling him exactly why. i think if i say how i’m truly feeling out loud i won’t be able to pull myself together for the gala. 

“do you want me to call Tigris? she can drop off a dress for you,” his large hands begin to rub my back, as his hot breath lingers next to my cheek. 

“yes… please. i have nothing to wear,” i drop the dress i was holding back into the drawer, my hands still shaking. 

Coryo pauses behind me, not speaking, but just breathing against me. 

“is that the dress you wore? in the games?” he walks to the side of me to hold the dress and observe it. 

all i can do is nod my head as i watch him hold it out in front of him. 

“Jesus, no wonder you’re upset my darling, i’m so sorry. i didn’t realize what it was until now,” he gently sets it back down before he’s engulfing his long arms around my entire body. i continue to cry into his chest, probably destroying his shirt with my tears, but i don’t think he cares. 

“why don’t we stay here tonight?”

“what? no no Coryo this is important for you, we need to go,” i say with my cheek flat against his chest. 

“y/n i am the president of Panem, i can do anything i want. and i’d rather stay home with you. why don’t we have some dinner and wine?” he backs up from me to watch my face. 

“are you sure?”

“yes, i am sure,” 

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #the hunger games

[allthefeelingsthatgrewinme]

Do not cheat you piece of shit

Pairing: Erwin Smith x reader

Warning: author tryna be funny writing, slurs, cheating(not erwin), age gap but not mentioned how much, reader is an adult, secretly simping hard, one sided love, terrible grammar, lotsa misspellings

A/N: so its my first time to write. Lotsa dialogues but mostly reader. I want to read something funny with erwin but yeah those are hard to find so if you know any please i beg of you SHARE!!! Its also based on my dream hehehe. There prolly be parts but i dont outlined shit so im just writing whatever. Teehee.

You walk ran? Ran walk? Whatever that's called, as fast as you could with your little legs towards his house, to the rescue, after receiving news that his girlfriend of six m*th*rf*ck*ng years cheated, got m*th*rf*ck*ng caught in their very own bed!

How can someone do that, cheat on their lover specially when said lover is set in life, from life insurance to complete training attendance on the ways of proper parenting.

Six years, down the drain just because she itch so much she couldn't wait for her boyfriend to come home from an overseas prestigious seminar for genius people by the genius rich people.

Reaching Erwin's two storey mansion with a big ass tree house in the backyard (told you he is serious), you didn't bother to knock, just straight up walk inside his home through his kitchen door at the back. And there he is,looking terrible, hunched over his laptop, grading spreadsheet on screen, and college research papers, scattered all over his dinning table, to grade.

"Wooah wow. You look like shit." Was your greeting.

"Hello, dearest friend, and good afternoon too. Yes, you may come in, the front door is open. And yes, I am well. Thank you for asking." And he have the audacity to smile at you with red rimmed eyes, unshaven face, messy and greasy hair probably from the wax he uses, all in his glory, wearing his tomato catsup stained shirt and avocado printed grey sweat pants.

"S'rry wasn't used seeing you like....that."

"Hmmm. As you can see, I am doing well." Is what he said gesturing at himself as if to say that he look normal as always and then picked up his red pen, started reading lines and lines of boring bordering between intelligent words on paper and straight up bvllsh1t w33d induced jumbled letters on paper.

"Erwin." You always call him eyebrows but this time you know that he is hurting and so that hurts you too. But what comes next out of his lips hurts you more than you should as you are only a friend. "This is probably what I get for waiting too long after buying that ring."

"Erwi-" you tried to stop him.

"Always waiting for the right time and now missing it." He continued.

"Stop-" Hands on your hips and eyes on his downcasted ones, you told him to stop and "saying that as if its your fault she cheated, that as if its your fault she chose to destroy what you both have. Its not. If its anyone, its all hers. She is the one at fault. Not you. Definitely, not you. Alright?"

"I should have given her more attentio-"

"You did! You never miss an occassion." To the point he was never let to go out with the group.

"You're always surprising her with dinner dates, cooking the food yourself." You remembered how lonely you felt when he forgot you invited him for your birthday party. That day made you realized how you felt about him and that you shouldn't feel anything about him you so kept a distance ever since.

"All the low calorie and high protein recipes you keep in mind because she is concious of her figure, you even wear whatever she wants you to wear, whether it be perfum, shirts or whatever." You kept your distance but you couldn't help to notice some changes in him. Like that very serious face he got when browsing the net of food to cook.

"You did gave her a lot of attention so don't give me that self-depreciating shit you're spouting. Stop shitting about yourself, eyebrows. You're too old for that shit." You defended Erwin against himself almost outing your feelings but gladly even thought this man is smart as hell, he is one oblivious thick wall, so you're safe except from Master Levi's disappointed eyes.

"You should really stop hanging out with Levi." Is what the dumbass said after all what you told him.

"You're absorbing him at this point-" a playful eyeroll from you.

"like a sponge from those super grocery stores and that is a lot of absorbing, Cheri." Cheri, the nickname Hange gave you because they couldn't be bothered to practice pronouncing your name right so it sticks in the group.

"Too late. I like hanging out with Master Levi."

"More than me?" He asked you with raised magnificent eyebrows.

"... no. I like hanging out with you more." Well he wasn't feeling well so it wouldn't hurt to be honest sometimes is what you thought.

"You're just saying that now becau-"

"I said I like hanging out with you more. Comfortable. Safe. You're good shit. Thought boring before but eh you make things interesting. Wouldn't even know that Michelangelo is so horny on main he painted nudes in a church or that story about two scupltor brothers making a lucifer statue that was just so hot for a church but the church is just so done with 'em brothers so they just let chad lucifer statue be displayed there." You mumbled jumble hocus focus your way around saying that he is a great person and atlast you heard him chuckle softly. How is this big man be looking stoic but so gentle at heart. Probably the reason college students loves him so much.

"So, what will you do now?"

"For the first time in my life, I do not know." He wore that tiny smile that barely stretch his lips and looked back down at his hands.

"How about gathering her things and burning it. I'll help you." You suggested with a wide evil grin

"I don't want to be arrested for arson." He denied you as he sweep his eyes down your hands and now finally noticing the big eco bag you've got with you.

"That's.." he trailed off.

"A big ass ice cream. Yes." You answered

"Cookies n' cream?"

"My favorite craving at the moment."

"Here." You placed the big pail of ice cream on the table. "Eat this shit for every meal. Its in the 101 ways on how to cope from stupid people by the more stupid people."

"How will.. that won't fit in my freezer."

"Then eat all of it? I help you? Or if we still can't finish it, that's a you problem. I'm out." You told him as you reach in the cupboards for cups but you can't reach it so you forgo cups for ice cream and decided to just eat it with spoon straight from the container. Master levi would be really disgusted at you but good thing everyone else in the group, except you, are super busy and not here. After all you're just an assistant of the assistant in the engineering research department.

"We are going to mope for a few hours, and then we'll gather her things, and also like return that ring so you won't do stupid shit like proposing to her." Is what you listed at him as the two of you eat ice cream like the scroundel you both are according to Master Levi.

"You're moping too? Why?"

"'Coz I've gotta deal with your eyebrows right now."

"I think that's also one of her reaso-"

"Oh shut it. You just want me to say you're eyebrow's game's on flick. I won't so shut it. Eat the damn ice cream I had to bust my ass carrying getting here. I hate your drive way by the way. Why is it so spacious? Such a waste of space and unnecessary." You ranted and let words just flow out of your mouth to disguise your blush. Unknowingly to you, Erwin smiled genuinely, always have felt lighter and safe whenever he is around you.

#erwin smith x reader #erwin x reader #erwin smith #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #levi ackerman

[herofics]

Hey man!! Thanks I hope ur doing well too frfr 💪💪I'd love to see the "taking care of someone during a fever" as a request- but I've been sending asks about a certain someone like for an eternity so I figured that maybe you should get to have the character pick on this one 🤔? indulge girl indulge 💀 Although if you don't wanna then I can do the regulars 🤷‍♀️ - 🤺

Hmmm, I’ve got this post for Dabi already and then there’s this post for Shinsou with a sick s/o. So I picked Shiggy and Aizawa, because I need some content for him on my wattpad and I just feel like I haven’t written Aizawa in a long while. And yes, I indulged. I didn’t do three characters because these ended up being kinda long anyway and I was too tired

~Aizawa Shouta~

“Come on Shouta, I’ve wanted to meet your class for some time now and now you’re telling me I can’t” you pouted, still holding onto the sleeve of his shirt, wrapped in a blanket.

Aizawa sighed: “Love, you’ve got a high fever so I can’t take you with me to the campus”

“Oh yeah, that” you said, and sat back down on the couch.

“We’re going to stay home today, it’s the weekend so I’m not really needed at the school anyway” Aizawa announced and sat down next to you on the couch.

“I hate being sick, I’m too tired to do anything, but I also don’t feel like just sleeping the day away. I also don’t want to ruin your day” you complained and seemed to sink deeper into the couch.

Aizawa sighed, you were always pretty annoyed when you were sick, and you didn’t really like people taking care of you. He was the rare exception to that, but only sometimes.

You wanted to do things, you hated being sick. You jumped up from the couch, planning on making your way to the kitchen, but you got very dizzy before you could even take a step. Luckily Shouta was there to catch you before you fell.

“Easy, just tell me what you want and I’ll go get it for you” he said and sat you down on the couch. “Do you still feel dizzy?”

“I think I just got up too fast or something, so nope” you chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of your neck, before trying to get up again.

“Sit down, and tell me what you need” Aizawa said as he kept you from getting up.

“Fine…” -you rolled your eyes- “Could you get me some water?”

“Yes, if you promise to stay on the couch”

“Cross my heart” you said with a tired smirk.

Aizawa rolled his eyes at you and went to the kitchen to get you a glass of water. He knew how you felt about being sick, you didn’t want to be a burden or a bother to anyone, so you’d rather just do things yourself, even if it wasn’t good for you.

“Hey Shouta?” you said, peeking over the back of the couch.

“Hmm?”

“I think I’ve got a headache coming on too, could you turn the lights off?”

“Sure” he said and flicked the light switch as he came to the living room.

“Thanks” you said as Aizawa handed you the glass.

You drank the whole thing and set the glass down on the coffee table.

“You should probably get some rest, do you want me to leave you alone?” Aizawa asked.

“No” you muttered, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself.

Aizawa grabbed you by the blanket and dragged you closer to him while you stayed inside of the blanket. You laughed and tried to fight back playfully, but he was stronger than you and you just ended up with your head on his lap, still wrapped in your blanket.

You looked up at him and saw Shouta smiling at you gently.

“You really should let me take care of you more often” he said with his hand on your forehead, brushing your head gently with his thumb.

“Oh don’t get all sappy on me Shouta” you smirked mischievously and grabbed his other hand, kissing the back of his palm before placing it on your chest.

“I think I’m allowed some sappiness every now and then” he said with an eye roll and a smile.

“Maybe” you smiled back and laced your fingers together with his on your chest.

“Now get some rest, love” he said gently.

Aizawa let you keep his hand on your chest. You were running a pretty high fever, but feeling your heart beating under his palm, and feeling your chest rise and fall was quite calming to him.

It didn’t take long at all for you to fall asleep and he followed not far behind.

~Shigaraki Tomura~

Shigaraki just appeared at your apartment, banging on your door to let him in. He seemed quite out of it and pretty much collapsed as soon as you opened the front door.

“Oh god, what the hell happened?”

“I don’t-I don’t know” he muttered as you threw his arm over your shoulder and started helping him to the bedroom so he could lay down.

You managed to get him onto the bed just before he passed out.

“What the fuck am I gonna do with you” you muttered as you started taking off his dirty sneakers.

The dried brown looking stuff on them was most likely blood, you just hoped it wasn’t his. You somehow managed to get his jacket off him too and threw it on the floor to accompany the shoes.

You checked him over and to your relief, found he was not bleeding, but he was abnormally warm. You went to your medicine cabinet to get your thermometer which you then used to take his temperature.

“Oh fuck” you gasped.

He was running a fever of a bit over 40°C.

“Tomura, hey” you started shaking him, which actually did make him open his eyes just a bit.

“Hmm?” he mumbled as you placed your hands on his cheeks.

“Oh thank god. You’re not allowed to die on me” you said with clear relief in your voice.

“My head feels like it’s splitting” he muttered and started tugging on his hair.

“I’m gonna get you something for that, just don’t go anywhere” you said and tried to leave.

“Don’t leave me” you heard him say as he grabbed your wrist.

The look in his eyes was odd. He looked like he was in a lot of pain and not just physically. He was also clearly delirious though. He was laying on his back and holding onto your wrist.

“I’m just going to the medicine cabinet, I’ll be right back” you said gently, which made him let go.

You grabbed some ibuprofen and filled a glass with water so he could get them down easier. You handed them to him and he downed the pills with a lot of water. His hands were shaky and he dropped the glass, but you managed to catch it before it hit the floor.

“You’re staying here by the way. Ain’t no way I’m letting you go anywhere in this condition” you said as you placed the glass on the nightstand.

He nodded tiredly, before turning to his side and burying his face into your pillow. He muttered something you couldn’t make out but you walked to the other side of the bed and laid down next to him.

Shigaraki wasn’t feeling like himself at all. He felt disgustingly vulnerable and weak, but for some reason he also felt safe, with you. He didn’t want you to leave him alone, he just felt like if you went away, you would never come back.

“Tomura, you’re gonna be okay” you said gently as you brushed his hair off his face with your finger tips.

“Don’t leave me” he muttered again, and grabbed your hand.

“I won’t” you smiled gently and moved closer to him.

Shigaraki buried his face to your chest and took a deep, wavering breath. He loved your scent and the feel of your skin against his.

You were pretty sure the fever was making him delirious, but you weren’t going anywhere. You wouldn’t leave him, no matter what.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #aizawa shouta #shigaraki tomura #bnha scenarios #mha scenarios #mha fluff #bnha fluff #comfort #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction

[ends-of-the-wayward-storm]

Money Run Low

Summary

If you want something done right, you should do it yourself. Which to Ramshackle’s Prefect Mia means “depend on yourself,” even though a certain Headmaster is seemingly handling the majority of her living situation. But depending on yourself can be difficult when you have a black hole for a cat. So the Prefect does what she does best--fix the problems Grim causes.

Meanwhile, however, a certain “benevolent” dorm leader seems to be having history repeat itself. . . .

(AO3 version)

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Mia flipped up a corner of the bed sheets before lifting her mattress, where she expected to have one of her stashes. Only, it was empty.

With a frown she set her mattress down and fixed her bed again. Technically that was supposed to be her emergency stash, but it was the first place she thought of.

Taking her boots off, she climbed on top of her bed and walked to the shelf on the wall. She then checked over her shoulder and listened for any footsteps before opening the yellow box on the shelf. Which was practically empty. “This was full a week ago!”

Closing it, she reached over to the green-ish box next to it and opened it. And it was half empty. “How the. . . ?”

Mia went over everything she had done requiring money. She mostly bought what she needed and rarely bought anything that was a want of hers, and if she did get something she wanted she made sure she had enough to get said item (and all of this was obviously excluding bets she lost to any of the guys. Mainly to Ace. And Deuce sometimes). She hadn’t told Grim about where she kept her money because she knew exactly what he would spend it on. So where did it all go?

I’m probably missing something.

“Heyyy how’s it goin’, Prefect?”

Mia turned around to see one of the dorm ghosts popping in. “Oh hey. Nothing much, just looking for something.”

“Like what?”

She looked down the hall. “If I tell you you better not tell anyone else.”

“My lips are sealed!”

“All right.” Mia began to put the boxes back on the shelf and make her way down. “I’ve been keeping stashes of money in those two boxes up there and under my mattress. Y’know for emergencies and to keep handy. But apparently I have less than what I thought I had. Even my emergency stash is gone. So either I’ve been forgetting to keep track or someone’s been snooping around in here.”

“Hmmm. . . . Well, lately I’ve been seeing Grim come in here a lot by himself. Usually you two are together so I got curious and followed him in. He kept muttering to himself about ‘where she kept it’ and started sniffing around.”

Mia crossed her arms. “Oh he did, huh?”

Before the ghost could continue, humming could be heard coming towards them, and the duo looked to Grim entering the room with his eyes blissfully closed.

“Nya-ha! I’m so getting that deluxe tuna! Oooh I can almost taste it—Fnah!”

“Grim, have you been snooping around in here?” Mia threatened.

“N-n-no. I was just . . . getting my notebook! Yeah! That’s what I was coming here for!”

“It’s Saturday. And I made sure you finished that history assignment yesterday.”

“Y’know it’s not polite to snoop around in a girl’s room, Grimmy,” the ghost pointed out.

“How would you know if I was doing that?!” Grim accused.

“He just told me he’s been catching you coming in here looking for something,” Mia stated. Then it hit her. “You did not.”

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(AO3 version)

#TWST #Twisted Wonderland #Azul Ashengrotto #Jade Leech #Floyd Leech #Jamil Viper #Ace Trappola #Deuce Spade #Jack Howl #Grim #Sam #TWST MC #TWST OC #Mia Medina Cassidy #Here we have an MC out in the wild doing her best not to slug anyone. #Azul's actually pretty fun to write once you get the hang of him. #I kinda like getting into his head. #The twins are a challenge for me but once you get a nice balance they're pretty cool. #Ace and Deuce are actually one of the easiest to write for me. #Grim too I think. #Jack's probably in the middle of the spectrum. #Overall this was a fun thing to write. #I almost forgot how blunt Mia was. And she has no filter.😂

[viatagrinner]

Gilbert von Obsidian. King of the Beast.

The Black Tiger Prince's Black Illusion.

The "Beloved Day" is a day to give roses as a token of gratitude and affection, but no one gives them to the prince of an enemy country who tries to trample on Rhodolite.

Gilbert: I see. I see, but it's sad to sit alone.

MC:....

Gilbert: Hey, Miss Bunny!

MC: But I still can't give you the rose.

As I was reading a book in the library, Master Gilbert crept up to me without a sound and sat down beside me as a matter of course.

And so again begins a series of insignificant phrases that seemed to extort a rose.

I don't know why he wants the rose so badly, but there are signs of immeasurable evil.

(This person tries to isolate me at every opportunity, so I'm sure this is just an extension of that.)

MC: Master Gilbert hates lies. I'm sure he wouldn't like it if I gave him a rose with false feelings.

Gilbert: Now you're talking, aren't you? Not many people can say to me, "I don't like you."

Gilbert: You should be proud... Hmm, I'll give you a rose as a reward for not lying.

(For Master Gilbert, it doesn't make much difference.)

(Probably because whichever one of us gives him a rose, you will be seen as a young lady friendly to the prince of an enemy country...)

(For Master Gilbert, it doesn't make much difference.)

MC: No... I will refrain from Master Gilbert's roses.

Gilbert: Even if you think you "don't need" it, my words are absolute.

Gilbert: You accept it or you're forced to accept it, maybe there's a difference...

(No, I can't refuse).

As long as I was sitting on the couch, there wasn't much I could do, but even so, I kept as much distance as possible.

But Master Gilbert also closed the distance with a cheerful smile on his face that made me want to cry.

Gilbert: Frightening things are unlikely. At least today.

MC:....

Gilbert: Look at this rose, isn't it beautiful?

MC:...What?

Master Gilbert holds up his empty hand in front of me.

MC: There is no rose, is there?

Gilbert: When I do this, a lot of people say, "That's beautiful".

MC:....

Gilbert: But I won't lie to you. The rose is in place.

MC: ...Where?

Gilbert: Here.

Master Gilbert folded his arms and smiled.

One blink of an eye and the next thing you know, a single white rose was blooming.

MC: What... Eh!

Gilbert: Shall I add another one for you?

Master Gilbert holds up his hand to the white rose, and somehow, it has grown to two roses!

MC: W-what's going on?

MC: Oh, maybe this is a "magic trick"?

The art of using human illusions and psychological assumptions to cause unfeasible events.

I had read about such things in books, but this was the first time I had actually seen them.

Gilbert: That's right. When you do it with kids, they stop crying right away.

Gilbert: With a twinkle in your eye like you have now... Hmmm, you are as innocent as a child, aren't you?

MC: With children... Master Gilbert?

Gilbert: Surprising?

MC: Yes. Do you have younger siblings by any chance?

Gilbert: I don't have any. Just that I like children.

(I didn't know).

I can't imagine him playing with children because I see him as a scary, intimidating person.

(Children are not associated with bad people, so I probably think more than I should).

I'm sure the name "The Trampling Beast" isn't just a title, but it may have another side to it that I don't know about.

Gilbert: Hmm... Nevertheless, white roses don't suit you, do they?

Master Gilbert sets my hand up and forces me to put it over the rose to cover it.

Gilbert: I'm sure it will suit you....

The back of my hand is stroked by cold fingertips, and my shoulders jump.

I pulled my hand away and gasped as I saw that the rose, which had just been pure white, had now turned completely black.

(Before I know it ... it's replaced with artificial flowers).

I am handed two black roses, and I accept them. Roses are supposed to be beautiful, but when they are painted black, for some reason I feel uncomfortable.

МС:... Black looks better on you,Master Gilbert.

Gilbert: Yeah, so it looks good on you too!

("So"...)

Master Gilbert, smiling cheerfully, put his face to my ear.

Gilbert: I'll dye it deep black.

MC: Eh...

The whisper was deadly poisonous.

Paralyzed, I dropped the black rose, Master Gilbert picked it up and squeezed it in his hand.

Gilbert: However, ordinary artificial flowers are tasteless.

Gilbert: Is this more to your liking?

(...!)

When Master Gilbert opened his palm, I saw a hair ornament on top of black rose petals. Magic always amazes me, but I can't help but enjoy it.

MC:..... I'm not going to dye myself black.

Gilbert: Really?

Master Gilbert puts a hair ornament with two small black roses in my hair without question.

Gilbert: Yeah... Of course, "now" it doesn't look good, does it?

MC:...

Gilbert: But I'm sure one day you'll want to put it on yourself, right?

Having said that, Master Gilbert gets up from his seat and leaves.

(I wonder what he wants to achieve by painting me black...)

I didn't understand what Master Gilbert meant, just as I didn't understand what a magic black rose was.

#ikepri #ikemen prince #ikemen ouji #ikepri translation #gilbert von obsidian #ikemen prince gilbert #ikemen gilbert #ikepri gilbert

[lilacs-omuthoughts]

hmmm fic

y’all can have this for the holidays :]

bathrooms suck

Ballister had always hated public restrooms. Always. And this was no different, as he stood outside the rest area, waiting for Ambrosius. Even though he knew there would be pretty much nobody in a rest area at one in the morning, he still didn’t want to go inside. The reason he loathed public restrooms so much? It was…complicated. It wasn’t that he was scared, like he would get jumped or something, no, he could probably fight off anybody who even tried. But he hated awkwardly standing around for one of the two stalls to open up because he couldn’t exactly use a urinal. And even though he was taller and broader than a lot of guys, he still felt just a little insecure…and he felt convinced that everyone knew. Ambrosius walked out, breathing in the crisp air. “Bal, are you sure you don’t need to go?” He cocked an eyebrow at his boyfriend, who looked a little uncomfortable. “I’ll be alright. It’s only a few more hours until we’re home.” He waved his hand dismissively. But Ambrosius wouldn’t take no for an answer. He rolled his eyes and tugged Ballister back towards the restroom. “Yeah, and next thing we know, you’re going to be begging me to pull over in the middle of nowhere so you can go pee in a bush. Now or never, Bal.” Ballister let out a small chuckle and shoved Ambrosius’ shoulder. “I’m serious, Bal. If you don’t go now, I’m going to put you in a diaper so we’re not having to make a mad dash for a place we can pull over, or a gas station, and we’re not risking an accident.” Ballister huffed. “You wouldn’t.” Ambrosius put his hands on his hips. “Oh yes I would. Our car has a hatchback.” Ambrosius was already walking back to the car. Ballister rolled his eyes and followed. Instead of getting into the drivers side, Ambrosius went to the back of the car. “Did you think I was joking? Get back here.” Ballister shook his head. Ambrosius grumbled a little in frustration and walked around to Ballister’s side and opened the door. He reached over and unbuckled him, then picked him up and pulled him out of the car. “You’re not going to make me wear it! You can’t! I’m not little! I’m not!” Ballister yelped when he felt a hard smack to his thigh. “Don’t give me any of that bullshit, mister. You are getting a change and then we’re getting back on the road.” Ambrosius scolded, laying him down in the back of the car. He quickly pulled off his joggers and set them aside, along with his boxers. Ballister was fuming the entire time. Without thinking about which one it was, Ambrosius blindly grabbed a diaper from the fluff bag and unfolded it, and slid it underneath his husband’s bottom. He pulled up the front and taped it snugly around his waist. Ballister started wiggling and he groaned. This wasn’t his usual. This was one of Ambrosius’ nighttime ones, not his. They felt itchy and different and terrible. But Ambrosius didn’t notice as he carried him back to his side and buckled him in. “Are we ready to go?” “Y-yeah…I guess.”

Ambrosius knew something was off, and when Ballister began crying and wiggling around a lot, it became obvious that something was wrong. He looked down at the- shit. Wrong diaper. That’s what was wrong. It was setting off his sensory issues, which made him extremely uncomfortable and overwhelmed. “Oh, Bal…baby, I’m so sorry, I didnt realize. We’ll go change you as soon as possible, okay?” Ambrosius could’ve smacked himself. He couldn’t believe he grabbed the wrong one! Ballister kept whining and crying, rubbing his hands on his thighs. He mumbled inaudibly as he squirmed around. “We’re gonna stop soon, alright?”

They eventually found a place to stop, and Ambrosius picked him up out of his seat again, soothing him as he walked to the back of the car. “It’s alright, you’re gonna be alright soon.” Another thing about his sensory issues was that if he was wearing the wrong kind of diaper, he legitimately couldn’t go, at all. Which had led to a few UTIs in the past. Ambrosius worked as quickly as possible, and he saw the tension in Ballister’s body release when he taped the right diaper around his waist. “There you go, that’s a happy little one.” He cooed as he picked him up and carried him back into the car. Ballister nuzzled into his neck and sighed. Almost as soon as they got back on the road, he had fallen asleep. Ambrosius chuckled. Dealing with Ballister’s sensory processing disorder was a little tricky at times, but he’d do anything for his husband. “Sleep well, Bal.”

[fallinglikethis]

Happy 28th! I'm doing something a little different starting this month. From now on I'll be including fics from other fandoms after the list of 1D fics. There will only be the addition of a few Teen Wolf fics this month, but who knows what next month holds? Anyway, I hope you enjoy! These are the fics I have enjoyed this month:

One Direction:

🌻I think I'm gonna win this time by @lookatyourchoices // 6,953 words // T //  Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

“Speaking of Harry Styles…” An older woman in the middle of the room stands to ask the question that Louis didn’t even know he was anticipating. “Looks like your old Junior Circuit rivalry might make a reappearance as we progress towards the Grand Prix Final this year. What are your thoughts on going up against the current Olympic gold medalist?”

Louis leans back in his chair, making sure he looks as arrogant as possible. It’ll be fun to ruffle some feathers.

“I say, bring it on.”

OR a Figure Skating AU where Harry is a wunderkind, Louis wears jeggings, and the Grand Prix Final is a perfect place to resolve some tension.

(I LOVE AN ICE SKATING FIC. This fic is so awesome and intriguing, with characters you can't help but root for.)

🌻 Shades of Blue by orphan_account // 1,970 words // M // Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

It started with a drabble prompt and ended up here. The one where Harry and Louis paint their bedroom.

(The most absurd and adorable story about painting a room ever.)

🌻 Roadblock by LoadedGunn // 19,063 words // M // Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson 

No one can say Louis isn't motivated to win The Amazing Race. He wants to be the best partner Liam can have, and his mum could definitely use the million quid. But. He noticed Harry two seconds after reading their first clue and then sort of hasn't stopped. How could he, Harry's a two-metre, tattooed, good-humoured charmer who probably has an arsenal of bad jokes and fifty pets with unimaginative names. So he kept an eye on him, like he would all their competitors. Just to measure him up.

Or, an Amazing Race AU where Louis and Liam are the driven, athletic guys who are in it to win it, Harry and Niall are the useless best friends that get by due to luck and possibly magic, and somewhere between Italy and Japan Louis falls inconveniently in love. (Also Zayn is the supermodel host.)

(This Amazing Race au lives up to the name. It is amazing. So fun to read and focusses on the cooperation between two teams, rather than competition. I've always loved how kind the competitors on Bake Off are to each other and this feels a lot like that, full of so much care.)

🌻 What You Waiting For? by @lululawrence // 4,020 words // NR // Nick Grimshaw/Harry Styles

“I’m only here to establish an alibi.”

Harry closed the door behind Grimmy, who had already rushed in and headed to the kitchen.

“Make yourself at home?” Harry offered, kind of. More like questioned. What did he know? It was half eleven on a Friday after a long week of work and his flatmate’s best friend randomly barged in talking about alibis.

(A fic full of a cozy warmth that felt really sweet to read.)

🌻 Rear View by @uhoh-but-yeah-alright // 12,499 words // M // Nick Grimshaw/Zayn Malik //

“So,” Nick says, “Still have a few things left to do tonight, you say? Could I help at all?”

“You want to get your hands a little dirty, do you?” Zayn prods.

“Well, I might as well, I suppose.” Nick takes his coat and scarf off and scans the garage for a safe, clean place to set them down. “Maybe be slightly less useless next time something happens? Plus, you look desperate for another pair of hands.”

Zayn motions to a leather bench seat on the ground a few yards away. “You can set your stuff there. Cleanest seat in the house.”

“Hmmm,” Nick hums, walking back over towards Zayn, rolling up the sleeves of his black button down to reveal very slim but toned forearms. “So,” he says when he’s next to him, peering into the engine, “how can I be of service?”

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Nick's car breaks down at the start of a road trip and Zayn's the mechanic who tows him to his small town, where it looks like he'll be stuck for a few days.

(There is not enough praise that I can give this fic. It takes place over a couple of days but still manages to feel like the best kind of sizzling, slow burn. So good!)

🌻 Through the Wall (Through the Wall) by @taggiecb // 5,022 words // M // Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

"We live in adjacent apartment and one day I accidentally knocked a hole in the wall and into your living room. I'm really sorry oh my God you're naked" AU from qulcksilvers.tumblr.com

(A very humorous and wonderful meet-cute between neighbors.)

🌻 head over feet by @rockstarlouis // 664 words // M // Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Louis falls head over feet, in spite of himself.

Or the one where Harry is a clumsy witch and Louis is making everything worse just by existing.

(A glimpse of a moment of longing and having, captured beautifully in so few words.)

🌻 If You're Going My Way by @zanniscaramouche @larrysballetslippers @larry-hiatus @hershelsue @idolizingthelight  // 9,238 words // T // Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson 

Louis couldn’t be considered quite sane, in fairness. Sane people did not jump into a stranger’s moving vehicle. Like the first drag, jumping into the car had been a search for the next rush, and Louis was nothing more than a junkie looking for a hit. That’s why it was such a bloody disappointment to have the slowest motherfucker on four wheels with his foot on the pedal. When Louis’ self-indulgent bubble had burst, he’d considered Harry as collateral, or possibly a full-fledged victim of Louis’ poor life choices.

Now, he was rather interested in knowing just what choices this lad had made himself.

--

A game of Truth or Dare lands Louis in a stranger's car. With a broken phone and paper map to guide the way, will they be able to find common ground? Or are they headed for certain disaster?

(This fic kept me guessing what was going to happen next the entire time, and it was so fun finding out what was around each new corner!)

🌻 let me look in his eyes by @dreamersdivin-headfirst​ // 2,118 words // G // Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

"Did he know the sign was coming? Oh, then he’s doing it! Let me look at his eyes, let me look in his eye.... Yeah he’s gonna do it...."

based off a post on tumblr and harry's love advice during hsloveontour chicago night 2!

(An adorable proposal fic that just might bring a tear to your eye.)

🌻 until the curtain falls, the show must go on by @infinitelymint​  // 5,364 words // G // Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

It's a surprise when it happens.

It's the kind of surprise that hits you like a fist to the stomach, knocking out all the air in your lungs, making you gasp for breath as you blindly grab for the nearest thing to hold on to; to steady yourself on. It blindsides him completely, comes out of nowhere and leaves him shell-shocked and angry.

Three tweets are sent from Louis' account and Harry is none too pleased.

(So emotional and painful and incredible.)

Teen Wolf:

🌻 Font size twenty-four by Vendelin // 10,430 words // E // Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Stiles is a librarian and research professional extraordinaire. So, when Derek comes in, asking for help with research for his new book, it's only natural for Stiles to offer his help. He just didn't count on late night waffle eating, or that his heart would go boom.

(Very cute fic with characters that are easy to fall in love with.)

🌻 A Match Unmade in Beacon Hills by KouriArashi // 47,831 words // T // Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Derek met his soulmate Kate Argent when he was 15, and he's tried for years to understand why his soulmate is so cruel to him. Then he meets Stiles Stilinski, who has no soulmate mark, an extremely rare phenomenon. Stiles thinks that he's destined to be alone forever, but apparently fate has other plans...

(This is one of my favorite authors in the Teen Wolf fandom. I quickly got wrapped up in this fic and it felt so good to see both the good guys and the villains get everything they deserved.)

Once again, thank you to all of the incredible authors in both fandoms who give us all of this stunning content FOR FREE. You are very much appreciated!

#28th appreciation #one direction #teen wolf #fic rec

[askaalaska-vdeppressed]

Kids and Coffee Dates Ch 7

Masterlist

Here's a fun game, it's called spot the reference. Also yeah my life has been crazy but you can't keep a good dog down and all that

Y/n: Hey what are you doing on Monday?

Esk: Work. I’m free afterwards though. What did you have in mind?

Y/n: oh………

Y/: Wanna ditch work and go with me to the waterpark?

Esk: why on a Monday?

Y/n: Less crowds, shorter lines, more time spent going down slides and less time standing around getting sunburned.

Y/n: Don’t feel pressured to ditch for me. I go every year as a tradition, figured I would see if you wanted to tag along.

Esk: I mean if we can do it next Monday instead of this Monday I can probably go. Gives me time to get all my stuff either covered or done.

Y/n: Sounds like a plan to me. Meet me at my house in the am.

Esk: Sure thing.

Arranging to have the day off was, awkward for Eskel to say the least. On the one hand he was the most seasoned worker and the owners’ son, so no one really could tell him no per say. On the other hand he never was not at work. Hell he usually came in on his scheduled days off simply because he was bored. That had been happening less and less recently due to y/n.

Since there last big date Eskel had taken to sending Y/n his work schedule so they could hang out on his days off. They took turns with who drove to who’s house. Unless it was raining, in which case Y/n always came to him. As a thank you for not forcing him to get soaked riding the bike over to her house Eskel usually ordered takeout for the two of them.

At first Eskel had been hesitant about hanging out around each other as much as he and Y/n did. He feared she would get tired of him, especially in a setting where they weren’t actively doing anything. The anxiety of possible boredom shifted slowly to become a comfort in the familiar. They gradually became constants in the other’s life. Y/n knew the layout of his kitchen and where he kept utensils and dishware. Knew where the tools were located in the garage and how the bathroom handle liked to jam. He knew when Y/n preferred to feed the goats and what scents of candles she liked to light in the house. He knew where she hid the sweets and that she loved having the windows open on cool summer mornings.

Eskel and y/n both found that they preferred staying at home with one another rather than going out publicly. This waterpark date would be the first time going out in a while.  2 months at least. The date of reference only stood out as important as Eskel had been keeping track of time till he was projected to be a “goat grandad” as Y/n would say which was projected to be in a little over 2 more months.  Purnima and Ciri were ecstatic about having baby goats around. The rest of the family was just happy Eskel couldn’t use a lonely goat as an excuse to get out of things any more.

2 months. It didn’t feel like it to Eskel The time spent with y/n seemed to blend into an amazing haze. However the longer he sat in the haze the more guilt he felt about not telling his family about her. It just seemed like he could never find the right time. He didn’t want to just blurt it out at Wednesday dinners, it felt like something he needed some preamble to. But then again he had yet clarify with y/n what they even were. They just kinda started going on dates together and never stopped. They never defined what they were to each other. Boyfriend girlfriend? The flirty-est pair of friends on the planet?

Eskel flopped his head on the pillow on the couch. One leg planted on the ground the other hiked over the back as he willed himself to get up and start backing for the waterpark tomorrow instead of procrastinating it till the morning. Eskel closed his eyes in contemplation. Hmmm sleep now but wake up earlier or do it now and sleep in longer? Eskel gave a long sigh and sat up, gathering what he would need in a gym bag. He had to dig in his dresser for a bit to find his swim trunks. The last time he had used them was the guys’ trip he and his brothers had taken before Lamberts wedding.  Considering Purnima was five now and they had been married a year before having her.... the trunks position in the back and bottom of the dresser drawer seemed warranted. Eskel gave a contemplative look down to the garment in his hand. They should still fit

Probably……

~

As Eskel entered the threshold of the old school turned house he was hit in the face with scent. The odor of lilac pervaded the space, intruding in the air like a mist. Eskel set his bag on a stool as Y/n entered the room. She was in shorts and a swim cover-up and bounced about the kitchen, grabbing several items out of cabinets and drawers and setting them on the counter next to a cooler.

“Sorry about the smell” she said as she was bent over grabbing things out of the fridge. She lifted up holding containers with some sliced fruits and sandwiches. “I poured a batch of soaps this morning to solidify while we were gone.” As she set the containers in the cooler she gestured with her head to a table over to the side. Several square trays were setting on it, some purple, some white with little purple specs and one tray marbled in the two.

Eskel moved to the counter to help y/n pack. “Do a lot of people like smelling like an overbearing flowerbed?” Y/n chuckled at this as she handed some water bottles to him.

“You’d be surprised, this soap gets a lot of repeat buyers.” Y/n handed him another water bottle but Eskel paused before loading it up. “Hey I think this one was opened you wanna put it back?” Eskel made to hand her back the bottle but shrugged and let out a sly “Nah it’s all good” before winking at him, turning as she did so to get her shoes from the door. Eskel screwed the cap off the bottle and raised it to inspect it. The strong scent of vodka just barely able to cut through the overpowering floral scent of the house.  Now ready to go Y/n took the bottle out of his hands and carefully screwed the lid back on.

“ I don’t know if you’ve noticed hon but I’m not exactly the most social person. I can only take so many screaming human kids sober. The whole point of going on a weekday is to avoid as many people as possible but…” y/n shook the bottle cheekily before putting it the cooler and snapping the lid shut. “Just in case”

~

Y/n had been right in that were less people, but not no people unfortunately. Still the pair were able score a small secluded area under some trees in the park to set up. Eskel was digging through the various bags and pulling things out when looked up and his breath hitched.

Some how despite the fact that he knew he was going to a waterpark with y/n and he himself had made musing about his own swimwear—Eskel’s brain had somehow not registered that this would mean seeing y/n in her swimwear as well.  Eskel was sure his eyes were wide as he watched y/n. New expanses of smooth skin uncovered to him. She reached hands above her head and stretched upward, eyes closed and contented smile as she seemed to absorb the sun at her back like a little flower. The light behind her haloing around her.

Eskel felt his face flush. His mouth going dry and something stirring up in him, causing him to shift in his seat.

This date could get very awkward very fast.

Eskel’s mind panicked slightly and he spaced out, only coming to after a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Hey earth to Eskel” Y/n was standing next to him, leaning down to look at his face. The position creating the perfect angle to look at her cleavage.

Focus man focus.

“You gonna go swimming in that?” She asked.

“uh no, I need to head over to the bathrooms to change uh.. sorry heat must be getting to me” Eskel tried to paste on his dopiest smile, hopping y/n wouldn’t question anything. She just sat on the chair, hands behind her as she leaned back.

“Well go change so we can go get in the water before your brain melts”

~

Eskel found himself getting more immersed in the waterpark than we thought he would. He thought he would feel out of place or that everyone was staring at him. However with y/n at his side, grabbing his hand and leading him to different attractions, he felt a little thrill run through him. Y/n’s sense of childlike giddiness spreading to him as they ran around the park, trying there best not to get there feet burned on the hot pavement.

They day passed in a second and soon he and y/n were at a local ice-cream place near her house. Sat on a picnic table watching the sunset, hair still wet and smelling like chlorine. Y/n leaned back slightly and rested her head on his shoulder. Eskel looked down to her, remembering his dilemma from the night before.

“Hey y/n?” She looked up at him, eyes wide and curious. “What are we?”

Her eyebrows creased slightly and a confused frown found it’s way on her face.

“Uhh humans, unless you have something you need to tell me?”

A laugh rumbled in Eskel’s chest, the tension eased slightly.

“No I meant like our relationship….. like, uh god like were not just friends right?”

Y/n giggled at this “Friends that make-out on one or the others couch on an almost weekly basis? Maybe the make out parties Sean-Paul told me about were true.”

“The what?” it was Eskel’s turn to look confused.

‘I’ll tell you later” Y/n waved her had dismissing the comment for the more urgent topic at hand. “Eskel I never really thought we were ever just friends”

“So like are we…. Boyfriend, girlfriend then?”

Y/n giggled slightly, looking up at Eskel. The sunset reflected in her eye, only adding to the adoration there. Her smile barely contained. “I kinda thought we already were”

At this Eskel leaned down to her, a hand coming to y/n’s cheek and guiding her into a kiss, the lovers perfectly cascaded in the fiery light of sunset.

#eskel x reader #alaska writes #eskel my beloved #soft eskel #goat dad eskel #waterparks #i actually go to the waterpark every year #or try to #i didn't get to go this year :( #also it was hard for me to write the swimsuit scene because i wear a full longsleeved swinsuit #because i am #no joke #allergic to the sun #i break out into hives #also reference is in regards to alex hirsch's video on disney's S +P department #also to cope i've been reading copious amounts of ford fanfic #because stress gets to me man

[destinyc1020]

tbf wonka could work as an easter film. But since wonka is geared towards families, keeping the chirstmas time slot is much better for it.

Honestly I think the colour purple should have been delayed. Give it more time to market and turn it into a late may film. I think with the lack of marketing WB is setting the colour purple to fail.

Hmmm....Easter?? I guess.... 🥴 I guess that would be the next best thing lol. Let's see if they reschedule it. I think they will delay it if they intend to want to get their money's worth, cuz they need Timothee Chalamet to promote the HECK out of that film lol. 😅🤣

They probably spent a TON of money on that film too, so no doubt they're gonna wanna get as much money as they can get. RE: The Color Purple....

It's still a bit early.... Give it some time. Most of the December releases have kept their slots...for NOW... 👀 I don't think The Color Purple should be delayed YET tbh. It has the GLORIOUS slot of December, which is PERFECT for family films, Christmas films, lots of people off work and also off school, and it is the great "OSCAR RACE" coveted period, because the film is still relatively "new" and fresh in people's minds for Oscar voting time. So, I wouldn't move Color Purple just yet Anon.

This thing might be over come November, and the cast might be able to promote like normal. I think some are still hoping it will be over by October. I know one thing, come September, there is going to be HUGE pressure for the studios to make a negotiation, cuz that's when the new line-up of new shows and seasons is supposed to start. People are gonna start getting upset if these studios are still pussy-footing around lol.

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Cat’s Writing Tips: 10 Things I Learned Rewriting MDCSP

For anyone that doesn’t know at this point, I rewrote a fic of mine last year called Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist and rereleased it as Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix. The whole journey of revising the 86,000 word story took me about a year over which time I completely edited the original text and added an additional 52,000 words of new content. I learned a lot about the writing process along the way and feel like my writing leveled up as well. Here are 10 things I learned along the way while revising this absolute beast of a story that may help you on your writing journey as well:

1. Revising takes time

When I first set out to rewrite this story, I thought I could get it all done during NaNoWriMo. Aka, I thought I could do it in 1 month. And I probably could have if I’d been more on top of things and didn’t also have a full time day job. The whole process from start to finish took me about a year. That included editing the original text, writing the new content from scratch, getting everything beta read, going through feedback and making more revisions. I learned that the process of revising is a long one, but it’s a process that is so worth it. I’m really proud of the Remix, and I love the way it turned out in the end. Even if I felt like I was limping to the finish. My advice is take your time to do revisions well. You’ll be much happier with the end result. 

2. Outlines are a literal godsend

I plan to make a whole separate post on outlining because motherfucking outlines saved my ass. I have outlined every story I’ve written since then. I mean, I usually would go into stories with some type of outline or at the very least an idea of what I wanted, but I started making detailed outlines for the new chapters, and let me tell you, it’s now a standard practice in my life. 

For the enemies AU I’m working on, I have had the whole project outlined for months now from chapter 1 all the way through chapter 22. I’m still tweaking the ending, but for these beginning chapters, I know exactly what is going to happen in each chapter and have been able to map out Adrien’s whole journey throughout the fic. Outlining takes the guess work out of writing. If ever I forget where I’m supposed to be heading with a particular chapter, I glance back at the outline. By putting in the legwork to decide on all of the important plot points in the story ahead of time, it saves me that paralysis while writing where I have to stop and think hmmm what happens next. It keeps me from writing myself into corners, and it allows me to shape the story exactly how I want, so when it comes time to sit and write, I can just sit and write. I don’t have to stop and figure anything out. I’ve done that already. It’s what has allowed me to sit and spit out 8k within a week at times. Writers block? We don’t know her anymore. If I’m not able to write, it’s because I literally don’t have the time, which still happens because again, I have a full-time day job. But having a detailed outline completely removed mental blocks for me.

3. Set goals/keep a journal

I started keeping a writing journal to track my progress throughout this rewrite. I’d set weekly goals and keep track of how much I was writing on any given day. It helped keep me focused on what I needed to do next as well as keep me organized. It was also a way to hold myself accountable when I didn’t meet my goals. Something about putting things in writing makes you far more likely to do them. In my writing journal, I’d track daily word counts and set goals for what I wanted to work on/finish that week. Usually I’d be finishing one chapter, editing another, and starting on another almost every week. I didn’t always meet my goals, but setting them kept me motivated and helped me know what came next. 

4. Skip around

This is something I still do and one area where outlines come in handy. My betas can attest that I always drag my feet when it comes to writing fight scenes. It’s not that I’m not good at them, I’m sure anyone who has read a fight scene written by me knows I’m not bad at it. It’s just that they’re tedious. It requires a lot of thinking and action and there are a lot of variables that go into them. Several times while rewriting MDCSPR, I’d get to a fight scene that I wasn’t quite mentally prepared to tackle, but the fight scene was sandwiched between a scene I really wanted to get to. So, I’d just skip the fight scene and keep writing from the next moment that I could clearly picture. This allowed me to get higher word counts every day because most of the time if I wrote the beginning and end, filling in the middle wasn’t hard because it gave me a clear picture of where I was headed and what I needed to connect to. It kept me from getting stuck on one word or one sentence and getting paralyzed for days or weeks at a time on one thing. Allowing myself to skip something and go back to it alleviated that sense of perfectionism that tends to nag me when I’m writing. 

A word of caution about skipping around is don’t skip too far. Especially if you’re writing from scratch. Often times, even if you outline your story, you might change your mind about certain things or adopt a different vibe as you write. So if you skip ahead and write the ending before you’ve written the beginning, you might change your mind on that ending and have to scrap it and rewrite it later on. If I skipped around, it was usually within a single chapter or two, and I’d always make sure to go back and finish filling in the missing parts before I moved on. 

5. Work in chunks

Rewriting a 20 chapter story was daunting at times. 86k is a lot of words to read and reread and rewrite. The only way I got through it was by working on one chunk at a time. I was usually working on at least 2-3 chapters at a time. This worked well for me for a couple of reasons. 1. If I got bogged down on one chapter, I could just move to a different one. 2. It helped me get more done at a time. Breaking a story down into chunks makes it way more manageable because it allows you to focus on one thing at a time rather than the whole thing at once. Writing 138,000 words sounds like a lot. Writing 2k right now is much more manageable. And eventually those 2ks add up, and now you’ve got a whole story. 

6. Keep going

Along with my last point, this one kind of seems obvious, but keep going. Writing is a marathon, not a sprint. Though writing sprints do help you get through the marathon. I find that writing long stories especially is a matter of building and maintaining momentum. Pace yourself and keep making steady progress, no matter how small. I didn’t write every single day while rewriting MDCSPR, but I made sure to keep making steady progress whether by skipping around, working in chunks, or outlining something and plotting. If you feel yourself start to get stuck, work around the blockage. Skip it and work on something else. You can always go back and edit a bad first draft, but you can’t edit something that doesn’t exist. Keep up the momentum if you’ve got it. Nothing has been more freeing to me than getting to a point that’s stumping me and just skipping a few lines and writing [insert fight scene here], then moving onto whatever happens next. Skip shit. Keep going. Watch those word counts rise. 

7. Fix it in post

I think a lot of writers suffer from a nagging sense of perfectionism. They slave over every word while they’re writing because they want to write the perfect draft. The most important thing I learned while writing MDCSPR is to throw perfection to the wind because the perfect draft doesn’t exist. I can’t tell you how many times I was writing something new, and it wasn’t going exactly how I wanted. I had that nagging voice to stop and fix it then and there, to agonize over a single sentence until it was “perfect.” But the most freeing thing I learned how to do was say eh, I can fix it later. Keep going. Let the sentence be bad. You can fix it later. As I said before, you can fix a bad first draft. You can’t fix a draft that hasn’t been written. Edit later. Allow yourself to write poorly and just spit the words onto the page. 

8. Walk away/let it rest

This is something a younger me struggled with. I'd write something and want to post it immediately. I am an excitable person that struggles to keep projects secret XD I always want to tease things and share what I'm working on. For this project, though, I waited until I had edited 21 chapters to start posting it. That was an excruciating amount of time and effort put in with little pay off until it was time to share it, but patience and time make for much better writing. My betas kept me going because I could at least get some feedback on what I was making, but since this was a revision, I didn't want to send my betas sloppy drafts either. I tried to make every chapter as polished as possible before sending it, and the main way I did that was by walking away for a while.

Cat, that sounds counter intuitive. Okay, hear me out. I talked about keeping a writing journal and how I'd usually be finishing one chapter, editing another, and starting the next one within any given week, and I found that this system worked well for me. It can be tempting when you finish a chapter to immediately start editing it, and oftentimes I would give the chapter a read through after I finished it initially, but I wouldn't send it to my betas at that point. I started walking away from finished chapters and letting them rest while I worked on something else. Getting my eyes off a chapter for a week or two greatly increased the quality of my edits when I came back to it. When the chapter is fresh in your mind, it's harder to spot mistakes because you've read it a dozen times, and your eyes start to glaze over typos and mistakes more easily because you're used to the text. Walking away for a little while and letting your brain purge it a little bit allows you to come back with fresh eyes that can more easily spot mistakes. It also helps if you're iffy on a part, you can usually come back with fresh ideas and/or new solutions.

Even now with my enemies AU, I tell my beta to give me a few days after I finish a chapter because I walk away before going back to proofread it. The writing process can be stressful, and most writers I know struggle with the nagging sense of perfectionism. We want to edit and edit again until a piece is perfect. Accepting that an initial draft is going to need work and allowing myself to just walk away and let it be bad for a little bit while I consider ways to improve it makes for better revisions in the long run. The drafts I send to my betas are far more polished, and I tend to be happier with them. Let your stories rest, then come back to them. It will help level up your writing tremendously.

9. Find betas you work well with

All that being said, my betas were the real mvps of this project. I revised 21 chapters before I started posting this one (and tbh it was more than that because it took time to get previous chapters beta read so I'd just keep going). My betas were my sole source of feedback on this project for months. I recommend having a variety of skillsets in your beta team. I had someone who was more grammar focused, someone who gave general feedback on the direction of the story and characters, and someone who gave more reactionary feedback to specific things within the chapter. They reacted as if they were a reader to give me an idea of whether or not readers would enjoy the story. These comments were what kept me from getting discouraged or burned out.

Writers naturally crave feedback and comments from readers. We want to know people enjoy our work. Going months working on a project with no feedback can be agony. Find betas you work well with. Or friends. Get other eyes on your work to leave you comments. Not only will it improve your craft because betas can spot things and offer outside perspectives you may not see on your own, and they can give you much desired feedback to keep those dry patches from swallowing you and your motivation.

Trust me, I spent a long time in this fandom just spitting out stories and throwing them on ao3 dot com. And I will say I don't get everything beta read. Short drabbles and one shots I just edit myself. But for big projects especially, I highly recommend getting a beta or two or three. You will improve. Guaranteed.

10. Always be doing something

This sounds obvious, but not in the way you're probably thinking. I said always be doing something, not always be writing. Editing is something. Outlining is something. Brainstorming is something. Reviewing beta feedback is something. There are many other aspects to writing than just writing. Even on days when I wasn't writing for mdcspr, I was doing something. I was editing, I was reviewing my outline and brainstorming, I was making my playlist, I was considering what songs to use for what scenes, I was setting goals, I was rereading old chapters that were finished. Pretty much every day I was doing something to keep the story fresh in my mind and keep forward momentum on the project.

But Cat, I thought you said walk away. Yes. From individual chapters. But you should be doing something for your project most days of the week. Take a break if you need it, but if you want to finish, you have to keep working. I found that if I needed a break from writing, working on the playlist or compiling outfit references on pinterest was a good way to keep the story at the front of my brain. I was working on it, even when I wasn't physically writing. This helped me develop a deeper understanding of my characters that made them easier to write in the long run. Understanding their style helped develop their personalities and mannerisms. Figuring out what songs and lyrics the characters might relate to in any given scene helped put me in their head. You don't have to write every day, but you should do something. Big projects take time, and they're going to take even longer if you take long breaks. Marathon, not a sprint. Keep the momentum going, pace yourself, do something.

Keep in mind, writing is a very individual process. What works for me, may not work for you. These are just a few things I found that helped me push through a big project. Find a process that works for you and go for it. If these tips work for you, great! At the end of the day, you have to figure out what works for you and develop your own methods and process. I hope that this is helpful for some of you! If you have anything else that works for you that you'd like to add, feel free to reblog and share! Contrary to popular belief, writing isn't an individual activity. Writing a novel takes a whole team. We improve by interacting with each other and giving advice and encouragement.

If you want me to cover any other topics in writing, feel free to comment or message me. I'm not a professional writer, but I've been writing for 16 years. I've learned a thing or two over that time 🤷‍♀️ Happy writing!

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