#and every time you turn around theres something not quite right about your life

[binniebakery]

Lover

nonidol!au soobin x gn!reader fluff established relationship ♡ Summary: based off of taylor swift's lover !!! soobin is being the gentleman he is, neither of you know how to not be sick🤨 ♡ Warnings: tall soobin agenda??, reader gets called cute, someone's a little sick smh, lmk if theres something im missing! ♡ A/N: second fic wow.. l! this was a little self-indulgent but I really hope yall enjoy! idk if someone has done this before im sorry adsfasdf this song smacks and soobin is so lover coded i had to put my thoughts down asap (erm also not proofread so!!! 😻😻)

You were never really a morning person. It was a Saturday, why would the sun be so cruel as to wake you up as it shone through the beige curtains of your bedroom? As soon as your lashes fluttered open you realized that the blanket had been pulled away from you, only covering half of your shivering body. Sure winter was coming to an end soon, but snow still covered the ground outside and the warmth of your sleeping boyfriend’s body seemed more inviting than ever. You flipped around to catch Soobin softly asleep. His hair was messily fluffed around as one arm rested above his head, the other mistakingly holding on to the bunched-up blanket that was meant to cover your side of the bed instead of holding you. You couldn’t possibly be mad at someone for stealing your blanket when he slept like such an innocent angel. After all, you knew any other time he would be willing to give you the entire thing just for you to stay warm. And there’s this dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear.

Smiling as you wrapped your arm around his side, you leaned in to press your forehead against his. Of course, just softly enough so he wouldn’t wake up. The sun’s rays hardly peeked into the room but it was enough to perfectly land on his features and highlight his button nose as Soobin occasionally sniffled in his sleep. His dark hair and lashes a lighter color from being showered in sunlight. Work had been stressing him out more than usual lately and he finally was able to get a few days off. Just in time for him to start catching a cold. Luckily, you being the cautious couple you are, were able to catch the symptoms in time and he had been recovering quite quickly. That’s when it hit you that you needed to walk to the nearest market to restock the tea he had been drinking for dear life to help with his scratchy throat.

You pressed a kiss onto his forehead and as carefully and quietly as you could, sat up from your bed. Right as you were about to slip a foot onto the cold floor, you felt a large hand lazily reach for you, lightly dragging an index finger down your arm in soft protest. “Mm hey, where you going?” a soft mumble could be heard from the once sleeping giant that lay beside you. You turned to see Soobin forming a soft pout. “Just to the store really quickly Binnie. Need to get you some more tea for your throat.” you responded, softly poking his doughy cheek. “So.. you’re going without me?” his pout was now more prominent than ever, cutely contrasting his deep and groggy voice. “Soobin, you’re still recovering. I don’t want to reverse that” you sighed. Your boyfriend was now tugging at the hem of your sweater. How can someone be so endearing? “It’s fine, justmythroa-” he wasn’t even able to finish his sentence as he coughed and reached over to grab the half-empty water bottle that sat on the nightstand. Can I go where you go?

“Please.. I feel fine I swear y/n. I’ll wear a mask and everything. Can’t have you going by yourself.” he pleaded with a soft smile. You knew Soobin was clingy when he got sick, but it was obvious this time that he wanted to make up as much time as he could for how busy he had been the past month. How could you say no? Can we always stay this close? You made sure your boyfriend was wrapped as tightly and warmly as possible. Holding onto him tightly as you walked down the street. The urge to constantly adjust his scarf every few seconds scratching at your brain. You looked up at him to see Soobin smiling fondly down at you. “What? Toothpaste on my mouth?” you tilted your head. Soobin chuckles and shakes his head. “No, you just are extra cute today, nothing new.” Forever and ever.

On your way back to your apartment, you felt your own throat begin to feel sore and itchy. Most likely due to the reason that you weren’t wearing a scarf yourself. Not wanting to alert the overprotective giant bunny walking beside you, you (not so) discretely coughed into the arm that wasn’t currently wrapped around your boyfriend as soon as a loud gust of wind whooshed by. On instinct, Soobin immediately stopped in his steps. “Did you just cough?” he said as he stared you down. “No- I-.. okay yes sorry I just don't want you to think I’m si-” Before you could continue you felt warmth wrap around your neck. “Binnie! What are you doing?! You’re going to get sick again!” Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? “Hey, hey, don’t fuss you need it more, I already feel better just being with you. Plus, we’re already here.” Soobin pointed out as you realized you were only across the street from your apartment. Smiling softly, you intertwined your cold fingers with his warm ones as you finished your journey back home. Or you could say home was right there in that moment, holding you close and offering his scarf.

With every guitar string scar on my hand take this magnetic force of a man to be my, lover

As your boyfriend quickly put the laundry away, you were just about finished making tea for the both of you. Pouring the tea into your favorite mugs, you felt a warm pair of arms wrap around you. Soft music played on your tv speakers as the snow began to fall outside. “This might be the last time we get snow this year..” you mumbled as Soobin rested his nose into your hair. “Mhmm.. how’s your throat bunny?” he responded. “Hmm.. you know I think I need a kiss better from someone.”

Soobin chuckled, a light smirk on his face as he turned you around to pull you in. “Well, maybe I shouldn’t. After all, you’re getting sick, I’m getting sick-” he teased. “Oh can you please just shut up and give me a kiss” you laughed as you pulled him in. Just like every kiss you had with him and every kiss to come, his lips were sweet and inviting. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he leaned down to wrap his around your waist and lift you up. Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover Sharing soft laughter and light touches, you both remained protected and oblivious to the harsh cold outside. Winter was getting warmer, not because of spring, but because of your lover.

#tomorrow x together #soobin #soobin fluff #soobin x reader #soobin x y/n #txt fluff #txt imagines #txt scenarios #BakeryTreat♡

[uyuforu]

What's your favourite placement in a chart?

Another question: can placements in chart tell you if someone is like an evil or a good person? Like I know you can caculate the compatibility with another person and if they clash or not but I'm curious if theres something that can just tell they whether they're good or bad

MMmhh.. very good question because I never thought about it haha! Mmmh well I personally feel happy with my natal chart, I believe I'm quite blessed when I see other people around me with more difficult placements! Mine is quite harmonious and I'm glad.

I'm just gonna post some observations actually because I don't have necessarily favorite placements.

Uyu's Astrological Observations I

₊˚⊹ ᰔ I always really love a chart with Libra placement(s), it gives me a sense of harmony with the person. People around me that have libra placements are just the best people. They are very understanding.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Also, I would say all the Aries Moon women I know love to gossip lmao, but they are also super funny. But they take things super personally it's insane (even when it's not even about them).

₊˚⊹ ᰔ I have Aquarius on the 5H and Aquarius men and I always got a weird alchemy, but it's never going far. Always relationships that never turn into long lasting relationships.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ The rumor as that you turn into your moon sign while drunk is super true lmao. I'm Gemini moon and I'm so extrovert when I'm drunk, I keep talking and make so much new friends it's crazy!

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Libra Men give me fuckboy vibes lmao, always. Scorpio Venus men too.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Someone with the same sun or moon sign can make you hate them. I'm gemini moon and I hate Gemini Sun people... Sorry! No hate intended though!

₊˚⊹ ᰔ I have Virgo 11H, and all of my best friends are Virgos! 11H is the house that represents communities and friendships.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Life is really hard for people who got Aquarius North Node with Cancer placements lmao... They usually have a hard time understanding and accepting they don't have to fit in the mass. They want that sense of belonging, of home, while the north node challenge them to realize their home is only them. They don't belong anywhere, and it's a good thing because they can be anywhere!

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Aquarius men are the strangest lmao but that's all their charm!

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Scorpio placements are the best at stalking lmao

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Virgo venus + Scorpio Mars = freaky in the sheets bro

₊˚⊹ ᰔ I have MC in Cancer and people treat me like a baby at work ALL THE TIME. I'm always the protected one whatever happens.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Cancer placements indicate where you might get "babied" or just where youth appears (ex: Cancer ASC makes you appear younger physically, Cancer mercury makes you have a baby voice like, etc.)

₊˚⊹ ᰔ I have Saturn in the 7H but also Jupiter! It's super weird because it's two factors that tell me I'm gonna marry late (Saturn) but also young (Jupiter) lmao! An astrologer told me that could balance things out (not too young and not too old), but it can also mean to not get much luck in love until marriage! And another meaning could be that I would feel like I would marry late or never while I would totally marry at the right age. It's funny to have contradictory planets there.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ People who have the same sun and rising sign are just the most "idgaf about how people view me". Rising is how we present ourselves to people, when the people have the same rising sign as their sun, they have no facade. They are themselves all the time!

₊˚⊹ ᰔ To answer your second question: I don't think there is any indicators or bad or good part of our personalities. It's very complicated but every placements to me have a good and bad impacts. For ex: Libra rising are charming and very plesant people. BUT they also care a lot about their appearances, they can sometimes be shallow. Also a lot of squares can impact in a bad way.

Thank you for reading!

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#uyuans #astrology #astrology observations

[marksbear]

"Y/n Mitchell"

Hello Bears! this is part 2 for the Hangman x Maverick's son reader! Hope you all enjoy!

HANGMAN X MAVERICKS SON READER

🛩 "Y-your his dad!" Jake's mouth is wide open in shock. Theres no way in hell hes your dad. Hangman couldn't believe it. No way you are from the same blood.

🛩 As Jake's mind race with full of questions and wonder Maverick pulls out his phone and wallet from his pocket. First Maverick opens his wallet pulling out two pictures of you and him. One was you just got born and he got to hold you for the first time. The second one was you when both were covered in cake. You had to be around four in the picture because you looked so sweet and innocent.

🛩 Hangman stares at the pictures with his eyes wide open. Maverick puts the pictures back in his wallet before showing a picture that currently looks like you now having his flying helmet on throwing a peace sign at the camera.

🛩 "Y/n M/n Mitchell. Or his nickname N/n. Aka my son." Maverick turns off his phone putting it back inside his pocket.

🛩 "Hangman. I will make your life a living hell if you do anything remotely to hurt my sons heart."

"You know hes not a kid anymore. He's not your little boy. He's not daddy's little man." Jake says with his signature smirk trying to strike a nerve.

"I know he isn't. But I am his father and nothing's gonna change that. To me hes still my little boy. Like I said nothing is gonna change that. Even you."

🛩 From that day forward Hangman and Maverick has so much tension you can see it in the air.

🛩 Hangman always tries to bring up you to Maverick trying to be slick about it to. Always telling Coyote a bit loudly about what "Y/n and him have been doing". Bragging to Phoenix when Maverick is around about "How good of a couple Y/n and I are." Just always finding an opportunity.

🛩 One time Hangman asks you to leave hickey's on him where its so noticeable even a kid can see them. You agreed and gave him what he asked for. Not knowing hes walking around like a peacock showing his neck off.

And ultimately the marks catch Mavericks attention. The second Maverick stares a bit too long Jake is smirking and saying something. "You know Mave. Your son is one hell of a guy.~" Maverick catches at what hes suggesting very fast and it makes his blood boil.

🛩 Every time its one of those practice drills for a mission and Jake does something would gotten him killed Maverick will do a low blow. And it makes Jake become dead silent. "What am I supposed to say to Y/n?" "How am I gonna tell him that you died doing something reckless and can easily be avoided."

The comments make Jake just stop and overthink. He hates how much Maverick words get to him and always tries not to let it get to him, but each time he hears that it stings.

🛩 Of course Jake tries to keep Maverick out of the relationship romantic wise not family wise. He almost tries to prove to you and himself plus Maverick that he is right for you.

🛩 One time it took Maverick quite a long time to comeback for a mission and you were first person at the runway everyday waiting for him. You'd stand there for hours until they have to kick you out. But that doesn't stop you from coming. While you always wait Hangman always is with you while waiting holding his arms around you waiting with you in trusting and kinda tense silence.

By the time Maverick finally makes it back he sees the team and you and hangman all waiting for him. Maverick carefully exits out of the jet with a few bruises on his face before you run out of Hangman's arm basically tackling your father in a hug.

The whole gang watches the son and father's beautiful moment. They see your eyes that are basically filled with tears as you hug your father like a koala with a tree in fear if you let go of him he'll disappear.

Maverick runs his fingers through your hair giving you forehead kisses with a few words. "Don't worry baby i'm here. Daddy is here don't cry." Hearing that makes the gang's heart swell. Here you are a grown man who is crying onto his father like you're a little kid. It's a sight for sore eyes.

🛩 When Maverick finds out Hangman was with his son the entire time he was waiting for him he gives Hangman a smile. It was more like a "thank you" type of smile than anything else. After him and Hangman are alone Maverick goes up to him.

"Thank you Jake. Really thank you."

"No need to thank me old man I only did it for Y/n. Kinda what great boyfriends like me do." Jake says back with his usual cocky tone. Causing Maverick to roll his eyes.

"Don't get too cocky. But really thank you for being with my son when he needed someone the most." Maverick says with one more thank you before leaving Hangman alone with his thoughts.

🛩 After that moment Maverick gives Jake some of his trust to date his son. BUT not all of it. Of course you notice that your dad doesn't scowl anymore when you mention Jake's name. He doesn't even argue about him anymore to you making you smile.

🛩 Anytime your working at the bar Hangman and the gang would just show up out of no where just having fun while Jake sneaks off to talk to you. "So~ Y/n." "Yes pretty boy?" "I was wondering if you'd like to----" "Back off my son Hangman." Maverick would just appear out of nowhere pulling him away like he was just some random dog.

"Am I your son in law now?" A drunk Jake asks Maverick.

"No way in hell you're gonna marry my son. So don't even try to think about it."

THE END! Let me know if I should add some more headcanons with it!

Here are some who requested a part 2 so they can read it without searching far and wide for the fic!

@starkleila @rasberry-jupiter @abditory-writes @guardkeywolf

#hangman #jake seresin x male reader #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #hangman x male reader #top gun hangman #top gun maverick #hangman top gun #hangman seresin #x male reader #male reader #the bear club

[kirai0daisy]

Henlo! So I'd like to ask something of my favourite blorbo, Zhask!

Maybe... something fluff in relation to how many god awful food puns he makes.

IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAİTİNG I WAS SO BUSY PLEASE FORGİVE ME 😭

Zhask X (gender is your choice)!Reader Headcanons

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!Warnings: ANGST, THİNGS ABOUT BLOOD, WARS ETC. PLEASE DONT READ THİS İF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WİTH THOSE

Not really warnings: Fluff, Soft-side, comforting

• ZHASK knows you from the very start of the Kastiyan's terrors.

• He is not a man for to fall in love that much fast, he needs time. A lot time- but since Kastiyan's are immortal (:cant die) he haved his a lot time and finally felled(?) in love with you.

• It would be a lie if you said you didnt haved feelings for Zhask,

but you are smart enaugh to not show/tell it to him/someone else.

• 'Cuz real bad things would happen if someone know that.

• How did you guys became a couple? Well after a long time, Zhask falled in love with your fighting style, your smartness(/battle intelligence), your personality and etc.

• So he becams more soft to you. At least when nobodys around. And one day when he called out for you. And you couldnt help but think, did you did something wrong? Did you maked him angry??

• What you didnt know was it was wayyy quite opposite. He just asked you what you feel for him and you said things like 'his strongness, his leadership and etc.' but you both know this is was not everything.

• So Zhask maybe a little bit rather roughfully maked you said everything you feel for him "I.. Like everything about you. I know ım just a warrior that fighting above your leadership but feelings cant controlled..." after some seconds of silence, you continue "Im really sorry for feeling this way, I'll accept everything as punishme-" the words Zhask said shocked you "Alright I accept your date offer but anyone will.not know about this. Alright?" You looked at him shocked but then come to your senses "Alright le-" "Zhask. Or any-thing-else in closed doors"

•After yall became a couple that no one knows both you guys life turned into more.. Colorfull.

• Like every-other-else you are one of the Kastiyan's after all

and uour duty is simple; just fight with other planets, kill people and take their home. Simple as that, right?

• It's not like you have another choice anyways, but still this is your duty. But you cant help the little bit of guilt and sadness whenever you take someone's innocent life.

• But whenever you do that, Zhask will be wait to comfort you. His arms are always open to hug you when he sees the sadness in your eyes.

• Homever he literally hates PDA (:Means affection (hugging, kissing, holding hands and etc.) something like that) So he wont hug you in open-public. This does not means he wont comfort you by the words till you guys are out there.

• Anyone cant hear his words of affection tho, he only says it aloud for you to hear. And when you guys go to closed doors, he will make his awful jokes. Like plz. I know this man is trying to make you laugh but what are theses jokes 💀

• Not only I realizs that after request, he would really make awful jokes. İts literally canon. This man doesnt know anything about funny-ness(???) so his attempt to make you laugh is not how good his joke is, how awfully bad his joke is.

• "What does a nosey pepper do? It gets jalapeño business" He doesnt either knows if its funny or not. He just.. Says it. You dont know where Zhask found those jokes from tho- he says its a secret. And he says jokes in a veryy monotone tone. So the reason why you are laughing is not how funny his joke is, how awful the joke is and how he sounds like.

• But It doesnt matter to him if his jokes are awful. The thing matter to him is your laugh. Your sweet little laugh that makes him butterflies in his stomach and also makes him smile too.

• Even if you tell him to stop he will just say more because you are laughing "Pff- Cant you at least tell me a better joke?" "Theres only one thing thats better than a good joke: a joke so bad that it’s good" and you will just laugh at how awful his jokes are.

This man can race with Cyno bc of how bad their jokes are- Idk who would win tho..

• He doesnt think about his bloody-messed past when he is with you. You are like a relaxed music to him after a tired day, listening while laying. Yes you really make him feel that much nice. You are his everything.

• So why wont he say jokes even if they are really bad that can make a fish drown in the sea because of how much they laughed and water got their lungs-...... You didnt read that but what Im trying to say is he doesnt care what he is doing or saying if he got to see/listen your smile/laugh.

• The thing matter to him is.. You<3

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Cyno:

And my dear Hoshino Ai gif again<3

Please take care of yourselfs! And I hope yall have a nice day :3 Im taking any kind of requests so please dont shy to say any of it<3

#mlbb #mobile legends #mobile legends bang bang #mlbb x reader #mobile legends x reader #zhask

[lavender-at-heart]

Hey! So i saw your "Dating Legolas would include" with a human. Do you think you could do it but with an elf? Sorry if your requests are closed.

Thanks, bye bye!😊

Legolas dating a elf hc's:

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Pairing: Legolas x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of death, heartbreak, having children lol

words: 1.5k

Notes: tysm for the request! i didnt know if you wanted fem or gn reader so i went with fem but i can make a gn!reader one too. also im so sorry i didnt get the notification for the ask so i didnt see it until very recently<3 my requests are open and id love to recieve more! also theres a part that mention kids and if your someone that doesnt want kids or doesnt like them then you can go right ahead and pretend it doesnt exist. And remember to eat , drink water and get some good rest today, you deserve it(and shannah tovah to any jewish ppl out there:])<3

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being a elf and dating Leggo boy definitely has its perks

for one : his dad might approve of you

and secondly you never have to have the mortal and immortal talk, so yay!

growing up as the daughter of lord elrond meant you knew who Legolas was since you were born(if you dont look like Elrond's family just pretend ur adopted woop :] ).

you and every eleth in middle earth fawned over him

when you were younger you day dreamed of being a princess locked in a tower, one day he'll come and rescue you and take you away from the seemingly measly life you lived

he paid visits to Rivendell quite often , enjoying the company of you and your siblings

you had grown up with him around, always willing to teach you the art of archery or how to fend off any scary looking spiders.

but after the battle of the five armies he stopped fisiting Rivendell, something about finding the Dunedain rangers.

you grew up, and you missed him yes- but you convinced yourself that he was just a family friend- no one special.

boy you were wrong because then you meet him again when the council of Elrond happens and its like a freight train of emotions hit you in the heart

elves only fall in love once- its a very serious and dramatic ordeal, and you knew this was it.

you also knew that you could possibly die of heartbreak if he didnt return your feelings.

you assumed he saw you as a little sister, or had completely forgotten about you.

but then both of you had a talk in Rivendell, the night before you planed to head off.

he explained that he had fallen in love with you, he had always loved you but when he saw you again he knew it was romantic.

but he knew that the chances of either of you dying on this journey were very real and very possible

and although it would be very hard for the both of you, you decided to stay friends until the fight was over. it would save you a lot of pain and suffer if one of you did die though

but even just being really really friendly was not helping either, you still had a very strong connection.

he'll always make sure you keep up your health when on the road

"the key to staying healthy is to drink lots of water dear one"

"surely thats not enough food for you mellon"

always covering for you when its your turn to keep watch so you can get better sleep

and that all seems like very normal friend stuff but then...

the hair braiding

he will insist to braid your hair so you dont have to waist time doing it

he'll learn how you do your style and might even try some new designs he think would look pretty on you

you dont even know what to say, because elvish hair braiding is a sacred thing, usually you only braid the hair of your significant other or family members.

but legolas can be a bit dense at times, maybe he doesnt realize hes making this harder than it needs to be

you two always end up together , walking, rowing, wherever you are you two usually stray from the fellowship to have some alone time

you often find it hard to relate to the rest of the fellowship, being so diferent from them

but Legolas was the same as you, sometimes you feel like your the same person. so connected to eachother , finding such a peacful familiarity when your with him

gandalf thinks your friendship is absolute bs and he sees right through the both of you, hes practically your matchmaker always trying to get you together.

when you reach Lothlorian your grandmother, Galadriel knocks some sense into you

she tells you that your future will be bright and full of happiness if you can just get over your stupid friend-zone rule, but she does agree that the futre is uncertain and that you would probably die if he gets killed and vice versa.

the battles are rough but you never falter, you and leggy enjoy showing off your elven strength and beauty to the humans

you get hit on about a million times in Rohan and you can see its driving the elven prince bonkers.

if Legolas is ever injured which rarely ever happens, you are there to tend to the wounds

if he is restless you'll read or sing some elvish hymns for him to fall asleep to.

there's is nothing that can dampen your spirits when the two of you are together, even without the romantic side your happy just to be near him as often as you are.

you spend you wandering days discussing elven philosophers, teaching gimli elvish or connecting to the forests together.

when the final battle comes, you are plauged with fear

you pray and pray and pray that both of you stay safe.

legolas is the best warrior in middle earth , but you were not.

not to say you werent a skilled warrior, you were better than any man, hobbit or dwarf- but you were not Legolas.

what if something were to happen and he was left alone?

well you didnt have much time to dwell on that fact because you had won the battle and both of you must imidiatley return home to your fathers.

it wasnt fair, you were finally able to be together but noooooooooooo you just had to be separated until Aragorns corination

when you got home your father knew about you and Legolas, he said he had already had a vision of of your future together and he gave you his blessing

Arwen and your brothers were very very happy for you. arwen told you about her own romantic struggles and you bonded over the fact that you had been separated by your loves.

arwen said that the four of you should get married together, while unorthodox it sounds very exiting

you spend the few months at home planing to see Legolas again, weaving a new dress to impress him, finding a new hair braiding technique, picking apart yourself and making sure your perfect for your reunion.

you and Arwen are so nervous at Aragorns corination you can barley stand.

seeing Aragorn and your sister ruinite made you almost as happy as reuniting with Legolas

you cried, you hugged, you kissed

you met his dad and that was a traumatic experience in itself

but he seemed to like you, he respected your father and therefore he must respect you. Even though he thinks Elrond is senile.

getting married in Lothlorien, surrounded by the beautiful lights and trees, married by your grandmother and officially named the princess of Eryn Lasgalen.

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you leave your family with sadness but your beyond exited to see the greenwood

Legolas' kingdom welcomes you as one of their own and they are thrilled about having a princess

you spend a lot of time with Legolas but you also make sure to get to know your new home and its peoples

Legolas took you on a grand tour of the palace and the woods

you were amazed by the grand architecture, thinking you could spend eternity in Eryn Lasgalen, and you would.

you read up on the history of the Greenwood, learning about their customs and traditions.

you also make sure to visit the smaller less grand part of the kingdoms, visiting schools and hospitals.

to say Legolas is proud of you is an understatement

Legolas has to go to a lot of meetings and is busy a lot of the time, he feels so bad and the apologies never stop

but no matter how long he is gone he always makes it up to you

hell take you horseback riding and pack a picnic lunch to make it up to you

his father is honestly surprised at how in love the two of you are, you have been married for decades and still act as though you are in your honeymoon phase

when the two of you have your first child, a boy named Oropher[named after legolas' grandfather], Thranduil cant help but get reminded of him and his wife[and baby leggo too ofc]

Thanduil enjoys your conversations, thinking of you as a daughter he never had, and a good friend

he also lets you in on all the embarrassing baby Legolas stories he never got to tell anyone.

you end up having 5 children in all your years, three girls and two boys

some take after you more, others Legolas

you make excellent parents, teaching them the arts, sciences and ways of battle.

Legolas spends time with his children as often as he possibly can and is an amazing father

you love your life in the greenwood, its your home

but eventually the time of the elves is over and you and your family sail for Valinor, to be together forever<3

#legolas headcannons #legolas x you #legolas x reader #legolas one shot #lotr #lord of the rings #legolas #thranduil #arwen

[kil-me-n0w]

I have something to say.

Hello there, I’m back with another thing to talk about.

JJK spoilers from the beginning up to the latest chapter- just don’t scroll if you aren’t caught up to the latest chapter as of February 10th 2023

I swear on everything if you get spoiled at this point it’s your own goddamn fault.

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So. We as a fandom have this misconception going that I would like to correct, and I’ve been meaning to talk about it for a while but denial is NOT just a river in Egypt- and now there’s physically no way to deny this so!

These two, we always say that these two are parallels to these two.

Which is absolutely true, but who we compare them to is wrong.

Every video and post of comparisons between SatoSugu and ItaFushi have paired up Gojo and Megumi, and Yuji and Geto.

And thats wrong.

Just hear me out for a second.

We always match up Megumi and Gojo, mostly because they both have spikey hair, they’re both super powerful with influential families, they’re both meant to be clan leaders, and Gojo got raised by Tsumiki with Megumi.

On the other side of that we always match up Geto and Yuji since they’ve both got an entity possessing them, Gojo was supposed to have killed them, they died and came back to life because of the entities possessing them, and they both have ties to Kenjaku.

None of these comparisons are necessarily WRONG, but they’re so surface level it hurts, and we’re missing the bigger picture here.

The right parallel is Yuji and Gojo, with Megumi and Geto. And Sukuna’s possession of Megumi confirmed that even more.

Starting off with Yuji and Gojo!

Not only is it surface level shit, like their joking personalities and light hair, it’s the deeper things. Their characters as a whole.

Yuji and Gojo were both born to do things that shouldn’t be possible, containing Sukuna and Having the six eyes. They’ve got strong moral compasses and on top of that, they have a strong sense of duty. Even when it comes down to the wire, they’ll choose their responsibility. Their characters as a whole are perfectly complimentary to each other. Not to mention their happy acts to mask the fact that they don’t like anything happening around them.

Then theres Megumi and Geto.

Again, surface level shit, dark hair, the asshole tendencies, and now the possession by another entity. But their similarities are also much deeper.

Geto before death was stuck in a “only the strong survive” mindset. He believed that weakness meant death. And that’s exactly what megumi thinks too. He sees strength as necessary for survival, not as something that gets developed. Another similarity is their power, they’re both able to summon curses, while their methods of obtaining those curses are very different, the basis of their abilities is the same: they use cursed energy to summon curses. They also both had a pretty damn strong sense of Justice, even if it seemed skewed at times, they saw injustice and couldn’t stand for it, fighting against it.

Now for my own personal inputs since I write quite a bit like Akutami. In the case of Gojo killing Geto, if Yuji had ever been turned to the dark side, or fully possessed by Sukuna, Megumi wouldn’t be able to bring himself to kill Yuji. I’ll say it again.

Megumi wouldn’t be able to kill Yuji. Not because he’s not strong enough, but because he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to kill Yuji. He dosent have that sense of duty like Gojo and Yuji have- because while it would cause Yuji HUGE distress, he would be able to kill Megumi. Because that sense of duty, of NEEDING to do what’s right, that’s stuck on Yujis brain constantly.

And then theres the whole Geto destroying a town to save two little girls thing. Yuji is a good person, a kind person. But he’d never be able to do that. You know who would? Megumi. That strong sense of Justice would take over and he’d tear down the world to just save one person.

Geto and Megumi fall more under “grey” or “villain” mindsets, sacrificing many to save one. Where as Gojo and Yuji check the boxes for the classic heroes, sacrificing the one person- regardless of who it is- to save everyone else.

Thanks for reading this far- maybe this time I won’t ghost tumblr for like a whole ass year until I get another random idea!

ANYWAYS

TLDR

The right way to paralell SatoSugu and ItaFushi is with Yuji as Gojo, and Megumi as Geto.

#jjk manga spoilers #jjk #jjk headcanons #jjk hcs #jjk conspiracy #jjk gojo #jjk megumi #jjk geto #jjk itadori #itafushi #satosugu #i’m right

[ziteyra]

A good soldier

Chapter 5

Chapter 1 and Chapter 4

🐟 Synopsis: You'r little expidition with Lyle doesnt go quite as planned

🐟 characters: Quaritch Recom, Waynfleet Recom

🐟themes: same as the last chapter. A bit of cursing, roughing around but nothing serious.

🐠Note:Uhh im almost sorry for the little Quaritch were getting but i promise its not gonna be long. Love y'all 💙

Tagging: @babyduk213 💙

“Well if you reall ywant to help me with my research Lyle there are actually a few things we could do.” you say smiling down at your datapad, not really knowing what to expect the next few hours with him. “Actually we wouldnt even need to leave the grounds to conduct these. Some strength and dexterity tests would be in order as well as the usua-” you are abruptly interrupted by Lyle hitting you on the back and laughing out loud. “OH Y/N! We both know thats not why were out here. Now come on theres something i want to blow your little scientist brain with.” he says as he eagerly licks his sharp front theet.

Nothing about this makes your really excited. Neither the fact that youve been following Lyle for over twenty minutes through the jungle, that your shoulder still hurts from him hitting you and that he still refuses to tell you where you are going. Even your relieve about finally being gone from the dustfilled chambers of the compound seems to be blown away since you left both by Lyles rigorous speed but  also by the Pandoran Flora and Fauna for which you have to watch out every step your taking.

“I swear Lyle im not joking if you dont tell me where your going and how this has any effect on our scientific mission im stopping right here and now and let me get picked up by a helicarrier.” you shout at him having twigs and leaves stuck in your hair as well as sore muscles from trying to keep up with Lyles gigantic Avatar body.

“Oh dont be such a killjoy little scientist. I swear were almost there and you wouldnt wanna miss it. Even your favourit little Capitain comes here from time to time, its almost like our little secret.” he calls back at you, not even bothering to turn around, “ and if your really to tired to walk i can always just throw you over my shoulder again. Its what does savage Navi do with their woman anyway isnt it?”. 

As he laughs more then once about his own jokes, you give up trying to convince him. It was no use anyway threatening him and he probably even knew that no helicarrier would come out here just for you. 

Since Lyle clearly seemed to be eager on reaching his destination you start to wonder what that mysterious place might be. And sooner or later your thoughts drift of to Quaritch again and the fact that even he keot that place a secret. You almost feel something like jealousy again, about their sense of teamspirit in the phoenix project. They certainly seemed to be connected not just through their missions and training together.

You even catch yourself for a second thinking about life with them, as another Navi soldier fighting at the frontiers of PAndora when Lyles voice pulls you out of your daydreams.

“Well isnt that something worth your sweat!” he proudly exclaimed as you both enter through a small tunnel of purple leaves, what seems to be a big clearing with a big burned down tree in the middle. 

“Lopez and Prager discovered it on one of their little trips. You know you always tell us to get a bit more familiar with the local culture and i guess thats what we did.” Lyle grins at you.

Upon hearing these words you look back at him confused but once you get closer to the tree you realize that there once were Navi huts and building all around and inside it. Now taken back by the nature, overgrown and destroyed but still clearly visible with colourfull paintings and beads and even more of their culture hidden behind dirt.

“That wasnt you was it…?” you say as you stumble a few steps back realizing that you just discovered what seemes to eb the remainins of a small navi village.

“Oh sadly not no. No, as i said Lopez and Prager discovered it, already deserted by those tree people. We just set up a little outside base you know. Our basis on enemy grounds as you will. But thats not even the best, come on.” Lyle says proudly.

He almost has to pull you away from the tunnel, with you still being in somewhat of a shock. This was your first time seeing one of their villages for yourself, deserted or not. There was this strange eary atmosphere around the whole tree, you didnt notice it at first but now that Lyle dragged you along with him, around the gigantic treestump, you finally started to notice.

Rarely any birds could be heard across the camp and even the colourfull and almost always glowing Fauna of the jungle seemed to be dampened and grey.

Like it could be feel the life being erradicated in the village not sign of Life could be heard the further you followed Lyle. 

#i swear still theres more Quarritch and longer chapters coming #agahahaha love you all #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #colonel miles quaritch #james cameron avatar #miles quaritch x female reader #na'vi quaritch #quaritch x reader #recom quaritch #lyle wainfleet #lyle x reader #lyle Wainfleet recom #na’vi wainfleet #recom wainfleet #atwow fanfiction #fanfic #avatar twow #avatar way of water

[daedalusdavinci]

im feeling bold tonight. 3 with superbats/bruclark

3. things you said too quietly. not sure how well i followed the prompt but i dont think anyones going to be shaking their fists about it so long as theres still old men kissing

Things had always been different with Clark. So many of Bruce’s relationships were a constant push and pull, full of lies, distrust, and betrayal, eternally split by differing morals and too stubborn to budge. But with Clark, it was always... easy. He was reliable. Constant. Safe.

Parts of it had been hard-won. Bruce still remembered the first time he’d seen the Fortress, or when Clark had met Alfred, or when he’d first let Clark patch him up after a mission. But, after a certain point, that trust had just started to bleed into everything. Bruce couldn’t remember when Clark had become the first person he turned to, or when it had become so normal for Clark to stay over, or when he had started relaxing into Clark’s constant touch. It had just... happened. As slowly and steadily as boiling a frog, Clark had intertwined himself completely into Bruce’s life until it was hard to say what, exactly, Clark was to him now.

Sometimes, it occurred to him that most of his children considered Clark part of the family- that Dick had perhaps always seen Clark as another father figure, relying on him just as much as he did Bruce. Sometimes Lois made jokes that stuck in his mind for days, hinting at something he never quite knew what to think about. Sometimes, Clark was there to meet him when he finally went to bed, the warmth of him like sunlight as he folded around Bruce, nose tucked against the curve of his shoulder and limbs loose with exhaustion, and Bruce remembered that, at some point, Clark had slept in the guest bedroom instead.

It didn’t take a detective. But sometimes, he wondered if there was anything left to solve- if, through quiet subterfuge, Clark had already gently pushed them to exactly where they needed to be. Everything that had needed to be said had already been said too quietly, without Bruce ever hearing the words.

In the early hours of the morning, it was hardest to question it. Clark’s skin looked gold in the sunlight, his curls soft and unruly from dozing off on the couch while Bruce worked, his own paperwork still scattered somewhere across the side table in the study. His robe softened his silhouette, the V of his neckline doing him no small favors with how it drew Bruce’s eye unerringly to that broad chest, gold and plush and dusted with dark hair. His smile was the only thing more stunning, soft and fond every time he caught Bruce’s eye. 

Clark pressed a mug into Bruce’s hand as he joined him at the kitchen island, leaning warm and steady against his back to peer over his shoulder at the blueprints he’d been trying to study. His thumb swept gently across Bruce’s hip, brushing along the skin just under the hem of his shirt. “You know you promised Alfred the day off today, right?”

Bruce hummed, leaning absently into the kiss Clark pressed against his temple. “I recall. Is this your attempt to take over the nagging?”

He could hear the smile in Clark’s voice, quietly amused. “No. This is me asking if you plan on getting any sleep before you have to drive the kids to school.”

Bruce groaned suddenly, dropping his head back. “Fuck.”

Clark laughed softly. He set his own mug on the counter to wrap his arms around Bruce instead, taking his weight as he leaned back into him. “I had a feeling. I’ll take them, and you can spend the rest of the morning trying to get this done before I get back.”

“Why then?” Bruce asked, letting his head lean against Clark’s. The fingers of one hand traced the back of Clark’s absently, finding the spaces between his fingers and sliding into place.

Clark’s hands slid under his shirt, slow and warm where they ran across his stomach and hips. The way he kissed his neck, lingering and soft, Bruce had an idea of what he’d say before he even said it. “Because we’ll have the house to ourselves.”

The way Bruce hummed was low and appreciative, his own mug abandoned to thread his fingers up into that soft, soft hair. “So it will be. How long has it been since that happened?”

“I haven’t a clue, but I intend to use it to make you sleep.” The last word was punctuated with a pinch, making Bruce start.

“Bastard,” Bruce accused, pulling free of his embrace.

Clark’s laughter was unashamed as he pulled Bruce back by the hips, kissing his jaw, his cheek, the corner of his mouth. “I promised Alfred. And haven’t you always told me to put your family first?”

It was infuriating how true that was, and how much it made Bruce love him for listening. It was something Bruce didn’t even know how to begin to say, but he tried in the way he let Clark drag him back, and the way he threaded his fingers into his hair, kissing the taste of coffee off his lips. It was quiet, but judging by Clark’s grin, he always seemed to hear it anyway.

#superbat #superman #batman #bruce wayne #clark kent #kal el #asks #ashysiashy #tumblr drabbles #my fics #im trying to get better about adding read mores alksjdnfsf #ive heard its very annoying when people dont add thema nd while my fics are very short i probably still qualify

[geometricalien]

Romance Snippet Game!

I've been tagged by @ultfreakme a long ass time ago but I'm finally getting around to this. I've got 3 current wips to draw from but they are all the same ship so I'll just throw them all here anyways!

rules: share a few lines or a snippet that sums up the main relationship(s) in your wip

Things That Hold Us Together: Steel Bolts and Tender Hearts - (android/technician)

There must be some invisible field that Akashi is able to tap into, something of pure energy that connects to the electricity and internet and- and who knows what else- that makes him the epicenter and able to to control everything with a single synapse in their neural network… Kouki has never heard of such a thing, let alone any theory that alludes to this. It’s… it’s amazing, world altering tech. He feels like a man first encountering fire.

He harshly swallows down the wonder choking him. “Oh.”

Akashi’s eyes stop sparking and the technology returns to normal with the suddenness of gravity being turned back on. The apartment feels much smaller and cramped than before. It’s drab. He hates it.

εὐήλιος - (greek wip act 2)

(theres so many scrapped snippets that fit this, I'll share some of my favorites)

(this is from before I decided to switch povs)

He turns to Kouki, standing on his right as always. His love looked similarly distressed based on his clenched jaw and his fidgeting fingers.

And then there is the other problem with leaving.

He would be discarding his fate. Throwing away the stars and the moon. Abandoning all that he believed in, all that pulled him through life. His name was to be etched into history.

Could he forget what the gods had promised him?

They already blessed him with Kouki. They were entwined in the stars long before either was born. Seijuurou would be spitting on his fate, on the wondrous gift he is.

The man is the best part of his life. -----

“Good.” He purrs, lifting their hands to his mouth and presses light kisses into Kouki’s hand, each a promise of devotion.

Approval from Seijuurou always made him a tad dizzy which only increased when his sly mouth drew in a finger. The enveloping wet heat did nothing to stop the haze his mind easily slipped into. After all, Seijuurou is excellent with his tongue in more ways than one.

“You’ve gotten quite skilled at th-that.” His voice breaks at the sharp suck pulling him deeper into the cavernous warmth.

Seijuurou is unhurried as if they have all the time in the world. Every curl is an act of worship, and he would be worried about the obvious impiety Seijuurou is displaying if it didn’t feel so damn good. He knows what it feels like to have those pink lips wrapped around his length. To have songs of praise bitten into his skin. Seijuurou has loved him softly, roughly, frantically, savoring- in every conceivable way he has been worshiped. -----

He takes hold of Kouki’s hand and draws patterns into his palm. The little soothing action helps ground Kouki when he feels particularly anxious, and a little part of him thinks it helps calm Seijuurou too. As well as being practical it is endlessly endearing to Kouki. When he focuses on the shapes traced he often pieces the phrase “I love you” written over and over. How many times has he borne that phrase into his skin? Has it seeped into the muscle and bone?

trust me, trust me, darling dear - (horror oneshot)

As a child he had a favorite blanket. Blue and the softest material you’d ever feel, made of wishes and dreams. He thinks it was a gift from a relative, maybe his grandmother? He’s not sure. It has been by his side since he can remember. In stormy shadow filled nights and the first thing he stuffed in his backpack for preschool. A comfort object, that’s what they called it.

And he remembers how much he wailed when his mother took the worn, ragged blanket from his thin child arms when it needed to be washed. How he clung to the long spider-like strings digging into his tender skin leaving angry red and white marks.

His mother would scold him as he sat in front of the washer, waiting. “You have to be more careful or soon there will be nothing left of it.”

Listening to the wet slosh of soapy water he never understood why loving something made it break, made it fall apart at the seams. After all, his mother’s love and gentle kiss could heal any pain. What made his so… rotten?

Standing now infront of his mirror, feeling the phantom shadow arms reach for him- around him- pulling him into the inky black mass reflected in the mirror- being grabbed by the force before him, pushed beneath their will and his grasp on reality slips away- Kouki finally understands what she meant.

I got terminal akafuri brainrot but we knew this :3

#writing #tag game #akafuri #akashi seijirou #furihata kouki #knb #kuroko no basket #wips #im not going to actively tag anyone but feel free to join the fun

[fcknstar]

,, missing you "

zachorfman x fem!reader

a.n. : ngl, i literally see zach as a subby brat. i have not been posting alot, m vv sorry.. i realized theres not much zach imagines and ive been quite obsessed with him bc why not. OH AND ITS DANE DEHAAN BDAY!! i wrote this with couple more for his bday, meaning ill be quite active today. my taglist . AND I MADE A FEW GIFS OF MY OWN HAHA THIS TWO ARE SOME OF IT!

warnings : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, car sex, public sex, p in v

**lowercase intended**

being away to study abroad was a challenge that you and zach had to overcome. the loyalty, the trust and faith, the long distance. despite it being hard, you two managed to overcome it. 

after three full years of being away from each other, zach felt even more needy to be near you. every day he had to look at pictures of you and touch himself, pretending that its you. he thought itd be easy for him, thinking itd be an easy task. but no. 

when the day finally came for you to return, he couldnt help himself but tried to dress up just for you. 

he woke up at six am, which was far too early as your fight lands around ten. he brushed his hair the way you liked, wore such tight clothes the way you liked, sprayed on such a strong woodsy cologne you often complimented him on. 

it excited him knowing that you are finally coming back and his parents couldnt stop him from driving to your apartment. 

standing outside your door, he hesitated. it was a very different feeling for him. not seeing you for years changed the way he felt about you. have you changed for the worse or for the better? how will you accept him if you spent three years being around 'hot campus guys'? 

it was as if you knew he was standing right outside your door, swinging your door opened. zach felt as if it was the first time he took you on a date. you looked more beautiful than ever, you grew you hair out, probably had some layers. the way you dressed. he wondered if you had dressed up for him. before he could even say anything, you jumped in for a hug. feeling your warmth made him feel safe. the way you knew how to hug him, the way you buried your head in the crook of his neck. reciprocating the action, he held on tight to ypur waist as if you were going to leave him. he was the first to say a word. 

" i missed you. " zach whispered. 

" i missed you more. "

" hey, i heard theres this new diner in town.. do you think you can bring me there? " you pulled away from the hug, looking at him with wide doe eyes. 

grining boyishly at you, " im supposed to ask you out.. not the other way 'round. " its been a long time since he has heard you laugh. yes, you both do call daily, but your laughter feels more angelic in real life. 

getting in the car, zach feels more heaty than ever. seeing you in that filthy dress even if it looks innocent. 

" you alright? " you looked over at zach who had not started driving. it concerned you when he started to face you without an expression in his face. 

the next thing you know was that he pulled you closer to him, starting to kiss you needily. he wanted this to last longer, and maybe turned into something more than just a kiss. pulling you over the tunnel console, right onto his lap to get closer to you. you started grinding against him, feeling more horny than ever.

“ fuck..zach. may i? “ you felt his dick getting harder by the second. this was the reward you got after not being to see or even touch each other. 

“ mhm.. “ zach whimpered breathily. 

lifting yourself up to get to his zip, you saw through his tight jeans and saw a very obvious bulge. 

“ fuck ( name ), please? “ it was as if he was going to explode. he was finally going to get the real thing after years and the thought of it could make him come on the spot.

“ shh, i will get to it. be patient. “ another groan came out of zach.

finally pulling down his dick, you could see how restless zach became. his red tip dripping with precum. you were already wet enough and your slick cunt was able to act as a lube, making it easy for zach to get deeper into you. it was as could imagine his tip pounding against your cervix with how quickly you felt dizzy. the unfamiliar yet familiar feeling in your stomach began to catch your attention, zachs pounding didnt falter. him gripping onto your waist pushing you down his dick every time he pounds into it. stopping yourself from coming, you wanted to make full use of this. it was when zachs movements became sloppy. 

zach was very much vocal but had to bite his lips in order to not attract attention. connecting your lips with his, you muffled his moans. he didnt even want to try to dominate you through the kiss, surrendering himself to you without a single thought in his mind but you fucking him endlessly. releasing from the kiss, you started attacking his neck with sweet kisses he didnt want you to stop. he felt his pleasure intensify, you ducking on his sweet spot and you fucking him raw.

“ f-fuck ( name ).. m gonna come.. c-cant hold any longer. “ zach whimpered. looking up at him, you nodded, “ do it with me. “ he desperately wanted to you to continue kissing him. 

coming together, you sat on his lap with his dick still buried deep in you.  

#imagines #oneshots #dane dehaan #valerian and the city of a thousand planets #valerianxreader #answered #harry osborn x reader #tasm!harry osborn x reader #tasm!harry osborn #valerian #zachorfman #zachorfman x reader

[arf2004]

ok i never really post anything myself but i need to get this OUT!! ill probably do multiple posts atp bc theres so much. so much in my brain. this episode fucked me up it did it did its like every single episode just wrecks me more than the last it makes me feel new emotions and love and hope and sadness and o related and i dont relate and i empathize and i dont empathize and its so fucked up.

anyways. my first thoughts. the beauty of teds scene with his mom is unparalleled to me. its really justa bpiece of a bigger picture in this episode and even the series. i understand him ona level thats not quite the same but similarly shared. he needs to be happy for the other people around him so that theyre ok. hes "the kind friend". he is the one that is a rock and treats everyone eith respect even if you think they might not deserve it.

but he learned that. thats not something you just are. you learn pain and you learn hurt and you internalize it for far longer than you should to turn out like that. to give a story from your childhood and to be told "i cant even imagine you being cruel to people". to be one dimensional. to be the nicest person youve ever met. if you falter, you break the facade of the comfort and warmth you give to the people in your life, it means they leave you. it means they pull back. it means they walk on eggshells and theyre worried about you at every turn.

the fact that they both told eachother "fuck you" and they both knew that it was ok. it hurt because love hurts. it hurt because when you tell people you are upset with them, it hurts both of you. it hurt because they both knew these things to be true and were too scared to admit it to themselves. and they both fucked up. theyre both human. everyone in this show is so utterly, entirely human. even rupert. the fact that they gave him stories and a real life history doesnt mean that he isnt a shitty guy. just because you admit that someone is human doesnt excuse their actions.

ithink, far more than any show ive seen before, our view on the characters in the show that we see as either evil or infallible changes as the characters' views themselves shift. when rebecca realizes that everyone used to be a little kid, that rupert isnt a looming evil, but a man, a man who is not anything to her but an acquaintance and an ex-husband, we start to see him as human too. when teds mom tells him that his boy misses him, and that hes hurting both of them, we see, for not the first time but definitely the most impactful to me, that he is not perfect. he never was. we see that he is making mistakes. of course he is, we all know that right? but truly, deeper than "mistakes", we see that he doesnt know. he is afraid. he has made decisions that hurt him and his son and he doesnt know what to do. he wont always know what to do, and god knows he hasnt in the past.

we hear the mantra of "nobody is perfect" and we know that, we do. but not only is nobody perfect, but nobody can escape the cycle of missteps and mistakes. it isa part of being that someone will miscommunicate. will trip. will fall. hard. but we arent bad people for that. the world isnt as easy as "good" and "bad" people. we are all just existing and finding the ways that we feel right doing it, even if sometimes it hurts others.

fuck you, ted lasso, for making me feel so much love and compassion for everything in existence.

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #sorry about this i really went off the fucking rails #i just feel so. augh. #this show really has changed my perspective on life in a lot of ways #i owe my life to this show in a lot of ways. its kept me going when i otherwise wouldnt have. #not because if the show itself #but because if what it made me believe and start to hold true about my Earth.

[hex-fics]

Shameless: Part three

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AN: Hey all! Thank you for your patience. This ones a bit short but the next chapter should be very fun. Happy reading!

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You toss your bag on the floor and pull the card out of your pocket before flopping on your couch.

You read those word one more time, considering his offer.

You know the Marcus will lose his mind if you go, he’s made that perfectly clear.

But there’s a part of you that doesn’t care.

Silco hasn’t left your mind since you met him.

Also your boss really should have no say in what you do in your personal time.

So you swallow your nerves and grab a pen and paper.

“Silco,

I have to say it was a pleasant surprise to hear from you again. Marcus was upset but I thats not a huge change from the day to day. As for your offer I have to say that I’d be delighted. I’ve included my address so you can send details right to me.

Im quite excited, it’s not every day someone offers to take me out. Let alone someone as dashing as yourself.

Looking forward to it,”

After you sign your name you read the letter over and over, hoping that your word choice wouldn’t turn him off you. But you steel your nerve and start the journey down to the post office.

No sooner then you are locking the door do you experience your first interruption.

“Quite late for a walk isn’t it?”

You nearly jump out of your skin.

Marcus is standing across the street at his door, smoking a cigarette.

Janna is he a psychic now?

You post a smile on your face,”well I’ve heard we live in a very safe neighbourhood, something about an enforcer living nearby.”

He chuckles,”I guess so,” he breathes out slowly. It looks unnatural,”where are you off to?”

“Oh you know. Just chores.”

“Late night chores,” he nods,”very interesting.”

You just notice that he’s staring at you.

You clear your throat,”is there anything you needed?”

He seems to choke a bit on his cigarette,”ah no no, just being neighbourly.”

“Ah. Alright then.”

Theres a pause.

“Well I’ll be off then,” you start to move.

“I could walk you.”

You stop dead in your tracks.

“I mean never hurts to have company.”

“Right, shouldn’t you stay near the apartment though? With your daughter?”

He blinks a few times,”ah right of course.”

“Right, well, have a good night,” you stammer out a response as you rush away.

“Good night,” he calls out behind you.

You walk as fast as you can without seeming like you’re running away.

What the hell was that?

Marcus has barely spoken to you before this evening and now he’s offering to escort you around in the middle of the night.

Either he’s far more worried about Silco than he let on, or something far more disturbing.

Marcus might have a crush on you.

The thought almost makes you recoil.

Sure he’s not a bad boss, and not awful looking, but you would never be hired by anyone again. Plus he’s not even close to your type.

Just thinking about it makes your shiver with horror.

Thankfully you arrive to the post office quickly, and handing your coin to the woman behind the til and go to find the undercity tubes.

You take one last look over your letter before folding it up into the canister.

You can’t help but think of Marcus’s warnings again as you turn the canister over in your hand.

But then you think of the flowers sitting your apartment, and the sweet smiles he threw to you.

And besides, whats life without some risk?

You send the canister down.

#silco x reader #arcane x reader #arcane

[anoncausewhynot]

Worst of friends Best of enemies

Ink and Error

They are not supposed to be portrayed as a couple or having crushes on each other in this but if you'd like to perceive it as that then that's completely fine, i myself don't really ship it and this was written a while ago for a friend who's really into Error and Ink

Error once again found himself walking through the endless void he called home. But he wasn't just walking. He was observing. Waiting. Stalking. At least that's what he would have liked to believe. He thought of himself as a god. A god who could do anything, a king. And yet he was the king of nothing and no one. So he spent his days staring. Staring at nothing. Staring and Waiting. Waiting and staring.

Until he heard a sound. Almost like a whooshing sound. Followed by a loud thud. Now that part really piqued his interest. He crept closer to where he thought he had heard the sound, trying to locate the direction in which he had heard it from. And soon enough he found himself behind an odd looking skeleton. “Wow! Look at this place! It's so empty I can't wait to start drawing-” Before the skeleton had a chance to finish his sentence he was strung up, hanging by his foot from the strings coming from Error’s fingers. “WeLl WhAT dO We HaVE hErE”

A feeling of delight washed over Error. Finally! His waiting had paid off! Something to kill! But the feeling was quickly replaced by Annoyance. The Skeleton was quite odd looking. His eyes changed shapes and colors every few seconds, and ink splotches dotted his face. But the strangest thing was the giant paintbrush held in place by a sheath on his back. “Oh hey! I'm Ink, I didn't know anyone else lived here! Sorry bud, I wandered through a portal-” The strings tightened around Ink to stop him from getting free. “Hey, no need to get upset! Let's talk this out!”

ha! Why would a god like Error talk to a lowly glitch? A mistake! A loser! The strings immediately went to the skeletons chest, where the soul should be. But to Errors surprise the strings couldn't grasp onto anything. “WhAT HoW IS ThAT PosSIblE” Error muttered. “Oh…I don't really have a soul…” Ink smiling patiently. “I…nO TherES NO WaY, wHO Are YoU?” “Im…Ink” Inks smile faltered for a second before immediately springing back to life. The strings around Ink disappeared causing him to fall to the ground. How could he not have a soul? What did that even mean? Was this ‘glitch’ more powerful than Error? No that couldn't be right, no one was better than Error, Error was the best.

Error turned around and quickly ran away. He couldn't stand to be near this…Mistake any longer. And yet even the most powerful of gods trip. He collided with the floor, and willed himself not to cry. He sat up and closed his eyes, maybe this was all a dream. But that hope shattered when he felt a cold hand on his shoulder. “You never told me your name” “ErROr” “Error, that's not a bad name” “ThAnKS” The word slipped out and he soon came to regret it, why was he talking about this mistake? And yet…it felt nice to have someone. Anyone. He had been lonely for so long. Maybe this would work out for the best. The days turned into weeks and those turned into months and Error found himself enjoying the new atmosphere of his home.

Ink would visit him often, usually bringing small gifts, and they would just sit and talk. But of course that was the good side of their relationship. Error had his share of fits. And Ink would have to stop him multiple times from killing other lifeforms and reeking terror on other AU’s. and yet, this was the happiest Error I had been in a while. With any luck they would be friends for a long time.

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#ink sans #error sans #inktale #error and ink #undertale #errortale

[ihavenothingtodo10220]

hey, common sense anon here, hope you are doing well!

i wanted your thoughts on why you think in modern society is obsessed with who has an audience and who doesnt? like why do mainly those who have an audience or following get the utmost attention both good and bad, yet someone like ourselves whos quite ordinary wouldnt be paid any attention unless we have to prove ourselves (as thats what it still feels like from school throughout adulthood) that we are having to either constantly chase someone for their attention or its people trying to garner the attention they want and i think itd got way out of hand to the point where society has lost track of themselves.

we can spend hours and days weeks or months oggling at the lives of others whilst feeling miserable that our life is not like theirs. im concerned that we are not progressing as people should be. so much is wasted babbling on whatever it might be that usually doesnt even concern the babbler themselves. why cant we separate our life from others and learn to be satisfied with where we are? its honestly so hard rn to not feel down in the dumps or behind or lost or stuck. yet someone else is always trying to outdo another being for what cause though? its just a separate lifestyle so why people got to make their own channels and put a character on? makes no sense to me.

its also not just rich and wealthy that rely on needing an audience or cult like fan base either. every other person snd their granny has to have some type of recognition and if we dont have such a thing why do we feel left out or behind in life bc theres always going to be someone younger than us, therell always be someone better than us st something or other so why does it matter at all in society how popular or how many cliques and internet groups where people have to belong somewhere or theyll be too much of an individual. if this makes any sense then please include your opinion!!

i think its such an issue nowadays with how many folk seek an audience and often at times i have caught myself feeling so inadequate or feeling miserable that im not receving much attention outside of relatives. its sad in a way that the world revolves around the way someone appears to be. and in my opinion even those who dont have a following wont amount to much bc in order to succeed nowadays people need some type of following be it online or elsewhere.

for ex the way society goes through trends faster than tissues or how people would only really be drawn to thode who are popular. if celeb dies its a big deal but if its ordinary person it gets overlooked or theyre life wasnt as significant :/

sorry for my rant again just been doing some thinking (again) thanks again in advance if you reply!

Honestly, this is a human thing rather than a nowadays thing I’ve found. We always want the things we see others having, and compare them to what we ourselves have at the moment. It’s like if you have siblings, how if you sibling got something nice you wanted something nice in turn. How people are always trying to be acknowledged and praised for everything they do. Though nowadays, with social media, this is definitely amplified by social media because we can now see all these things others are doing and want those things too. So it’s constantly people seeing others rising higher and higher and wanting to rise themselves. And frankly, we’re not evolved yet to deal with those things quite right. It’s like how 99% of people hate the way they look/are insecure. It’s because we’re not evolved to be used to seeing ourselves, as that ability is fairly new. Sure there were reflections in things like ice and water, but those aren’t clear and horribly skewed.

With celebs dying and things, it is sad that ordinary people get overlooked but also understandable. With celebs, you know at least of them, and have built a sort of parasocial relationship. With ordinary people it’s kind of like when you read history books about people who’ve been dead for hundreds of years. It’s very detached. Unless it’s truly brutal and gruesome, it just doesn’t feel the same as it would for a celebrity or someone in your life.

And again, the trends thing is very much something that’s a constant as well. Our sense of beauty is dependent on what you see the most. Trends change because you see one thing too much, and therefore you want the exact opposite. That, and it also reflects a culture’s values, predicament, etc. etc. trends changing reflect how we as a people are changing. Trends have always been rather fleeting in nature.

[snekdood]

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the "leader" is more like "leaders". normally one might think of stalin or something, but hes just a blueprint, the actual leaders are the ones at the top of the social pyramid within these spaces, such as popular tankie blogs

this ones obvious. i dont feel like i need to say anything. we've all seen how ppl act on here when you question any of their beliefs or the effectiveness of them, etc. and if you challenge them at all or say you dont agree, suddenly you're a horrible person or even a bigot of some form

i underlined "denunciation sessions" bc theres a big emphasis on here to denounce the old "unwoke" parts of your life. not so that ppl should change for the better, but because there's a pressure to change immediately and throw all your old beliefs out the window without even really unpacking them. its their way or the highway and you have to choose right now and its not a multiple choice test. i also underlined "debilitating work" bc theres an emphasis on reblogging things to "spread awareness" or whatever as soon as it pops up on your dash, and if you dont, you're a horrible person, etc.

while i dont really think many of the options given necessarily apply, they sort of do. you dont need "permission" to date, but you'll be berated for dating the "wrong type of person". you'll be told to change or quit jobs if the job does something tumblr communities dont agree with, even if you need the job, and usually they'll call it "boycotting" to make it seem more legit. they'll discourage you from moving to any state or country that they deem isnt progressive enough.

this one goes without saying. instead of it being some random air of superiority, it's "we're the most moral, correct and progressive people" superiority

this one also goes w/o saying, people on here think incredibly black and white all the time, its definitely encouraged.

this one ALSO goes without saying

this one is obvious as evidenced the past two months. everyone saying "believe victims" and that "rape is always bad" in the past but then coming in to defend hamas' actions at every turn and deny the rape or even say that "if it did happen it was justified". which is a fucking wild way to think about the world and you should be locked up.

also obvious. tankies love to guilt trip. nevermind if it backfires on them and makes ppl resent them and move to the right after. i mean, after all, all they cared about was the power they had in telling ppl what to do, not actually giving a fuck about anything or having any convictions.

yes bc if you interact with anyone ppl on tumblr generally dont like, you'll also be shunned. if you have family members who aren't "progressive" enough and you still accept them into your life and hang out with them, even if you dont necessarily want to or dont necessarily like them fully, the fact you still interact with them at all is bad, apparently.

obviously, bc who would want to stick around a place like this once they realize whats really going on. its why they demonize ppl like me or anyone who questions them too much and pushes us to side, to use us as examples for the new, younger people coming in that they get to manipulate and tell them to avoid you and avoid being like you, since you ever dared to question them. they'll call you whatever they need to, make bullshit up about you, JUST to lure ppl in and tell them how much better they are than you, or that if you listen to them they can avoid being like you.

i mean. yeah? maybe it doesnt seem that way but. ppl asking for money all the time through paypal or whatever? or the overall goal of "taking the billionaires wealth and redistributing it", while its a statement i generally agree with, i dont trust that the people saying it will be that responsible, and would probably just hoard money for themselves, and deprive it from people they "dont like" on purpose, almost as revenge for a real or perceived slight, or just bc they dont like someones "bad vibes".

yeah you're apparently supposed to take having tumblr mutuals very seriously, treat them like best buds even though you've probably never messaged eachother or messaged eachother twice about inane things you saw on tumblr. its not a total stranger bc its someone on tumblr so its fine actually! see, they say they're queer and a leftist in their bio, totally safe! thats all it takes! also activism is reblogging or something ig

if you go to other sites, you're looked down upon. if you make friends outside of tumblr communities, you're looked down upon.

people feel like w/o the communities they've built on tumblr, they have no safety net elsewhere, probably bc they've cut contact with WAY too many people, probably plenty of people who didnt even deserve to be, and probably bc they disagreed on like 1 or 2 things. regardless, they cling to the tumblr "safety" net for dear life. "if no one else got me, i know tumblr got me, heres my paypal" essentially. you cant trust the world outside of tumblr to take care of you never of course, its all bad and horrible and can never be fixed or useful in any capacity, etc. burn it all down and start it again with tumblr users in charge and then it'll be perfect, or so they think.

#cults #ex cult #tankies #yall make progressives look so so bad. #yall actively hurt leftism at every angle. #the way ppl on this website act is no joke part of the reason why conservatives think leftists are in a cult. #its bc the more extreme of leftists kinda fuckin are #sure conservatives make shit up about us too like the whole 'child grooming' shit but they're still not exactly wrong for seeing #some of yall as culty. idk what to tell you. they just take advantage of the perception of the culty part of the left to push a narrative #about leftists in general and sprinkle in conspiracy theories for THEIR own rw cult to keep them in check and to maybe lure in #people who are paranoid- bc ppl have every reason to be paranoid of the culty parts of the left- but conservatives take that and then also #add in a couple lies for their own agenda and benefit. a mom could be concerned about drag queens talking to kids and maybe stumbled #upon kink discourse- maybe even possibly on here- and found minors interacting with the discourse and then goes to the right and they #say that 'yes the left wants to groom your kid into becoming gay and doing 'HEINOUS' 'brutal' kinks! and drag queens are part of it!' #or whatever tf along those lines. and then maybe shes still on the fence about it but some extremist on the left being ironic #embraces all these accusations and shitty perceptions and says they're true to- in their minds- push the right ppl away #even though theyre also pushing ppl on the fence to the right. maybe they do it out of irony or bc theyre just tired of the bs but either #way feeding into it actually doesnt help- not to surprise you! gotta be more careful around paranoid ppl. #your apathy about how you come off isnt always a good thing. #a better example might be when conservatives go 'oh the left is so horrible and violent' and ppl in the middle are like 'really?' and look #over to us for a moment and see the assholes in the back going on about gulags n shit along those lines- only confirming the bias #made against them.

[grex-statera]

Chapter 1: A Letter - Winter, Year 0

Elliot spent a good chunk of their childhood in Grandpa's farm over at Pelican Town but can't really remember anyone on there, if they do remember her. Every year at Fall, dad would go out into the old farm to keep watch over it "lest there be spirits camping in there, amirite?". But this year it's different:

Dad: Hey champ! Say, why don't you go check up on the farm this year?

Elliot: Mmmm and how exactly do I do that??

Dad: Oh yknow, just check the house if it's still intact. Pull some weeds; get rid of debris...Maybe a attend a meeting or two..

Elliot: Meeting??? In the countryside? Haha that's quite an imagery, dad.

Elliot's always busy nowadays especially with her promotion as a Project Officer in her corporate job. Schedules become more and more hectic. Overtime is more frequent and longer than it was. Hell, she even gets called in to work during the weekends. Ultimately, dad is very worried about her well-being but there's also another thing he worries about - the farm. Sure, they could survive without it; Elliot has more than enough money saved to even buy her own house at this point and Dad's been retired for quite some time now, with a pension, of course. But money isn't the reason why the old farm's being kept around.

Elliot focuses back on her report due next week and dad has no choice but to back down with the topic for a bit or else his daughter might get annoyed and dismiss the topic entirely. The doorbell rings and dad goes out to get the door. He opens it but sees noone, except for a neat-looking dark blue envelope on the doormat. One look and dad already knows what it's about. Dad goes back to the dining table where Elliot has her laptop set up.

Dad: Hey Ells... it's for you.

Elliot's gaze turns to dad then to the pretty-looking envelope in his hand.

Elliot: Ooooh that's such a fancy envelope! Who's it from??

Dad gives her the envelope and Elliot holds it and examines it closely. It's a very pretty thing - matte paper that's very satisfying to touch. Theres nothing written on it except on the middle of one side, in very neat handwriting, it said: To Elliot

Elliot carefully opens the envelope, trying not to rip any of it. Inside was a small card that read:

You are cordially invited to The Grex Statera, to be held this coming Autumn, on the night of Spirit's Eve.

Your return to the roost will be highly anticipated. Do not fail to attend.

- M. Rasmodius

An undescribable fear washed over Elliot.

Elliot: Hey, uh. This is...a really weird letter, dad.

Elliot looks at dad with a puzzled look but dad is just looking back at her, dejectedly.

Elliot: Hello?? What is this about??

Dad: I'm sorry I kept it from you for so long. I knew I should've talked to you about it when you were 16, just like your grandpa did to me. Ahhh, but your mother-

Elliot: What? What's that have to do with this?? Just tell me now, then.

Dad was silent for a bit, trying to find the words.

Dad: We have magic in our bloodline, sweetie.

Elliot just sat there with an exasperated look.

Elliot: What?

Dad: Yes, you heard that right. We have magic in our bloodline. Just like some families out there. Do you remember your friend, Rose?

Elliot: Oh. Woozy Rosie?

Dad: *chuckle* Yep, Woozy Rosie. They had to move to a forest-dense area since they're a family of half-vampires and they needed the shade.

Dad casually drops this information as if it's a part of normal life, not even showing an ounce of his mischievous side. That's when Elliot knew that he wasn't kidding about this.

Elliot: *leans back into the chair, her shoulders slumping* Man, what the hell.......So what are we then?

Dad: Oh, don't worry dear, we're not another species. We're just very well-attuned to nature.

Elliot, confused: What? That's it?

Dad: Yeah. Now you know why we keep getting bothered by animals. It's because I can talk to them.

This revelation shocked Elliot to her core. As if something clicked in her brain. All of those cats and birds in the parks that they visited, the deer, the random lizards and insects that show up from nowhere. The dog, now affectionately looking at dad.

Elliot: Wait so you mean...I can talk to them too????

Dad: Well, not right now as you are since you have forgotten to attune yourself with nature.

Elliot: Excuse me?? What does THAT mean??

Dad: Dear, you've been working yourself to the bone in a concrete jungle. You can't even keep a plant alive. How do you expect that to nurture your magical gift?

Alright, that kinda stung. Elliot was only working for his and his father's sakes. She wants him to retire into comfort, not to spend his retirement days thinking about her well-being, still. She didn't bring this up since it's quite hard to tell parents that you care about them. Maybe this is not a universal experience.

Elliot, still holding the letter: So.....what do we do now?

Dad: I'm going to teach you some farming basics and you're going to move to Pelican Town to watch over the farm.

Elliot: Wait, what? The thingy here won't be until Fall, next year! Why do I have to move to Pelican Town????

Dad: Because you need to revive the farm, honey.

Elliot: But you only stay there for like, a week max in Fall?? How come I need to move there??

Dad, starting to get frustrated: I'm sorry dear, but you're the next heir to the farm, not me. It skips a generation. I'm only a caretaker, in preparation for you.

About 50 thoughts swirled in Elliot's head: What about my job? What about dad? Who takes care of him? How am I going to survive out there? Can I really do this? Am I really just going to drop everything I have right now for something this stupid? Elliot's paranoia was interrupted by dad:

Dad: I know what you're thinking, honey. I'll be fine on my own. And you'll be fine on your own over there. The citizens and your uncle-gramps will take care of you.

Elliot: My what now?

Dad: *chuckle* Grandpa's friends. They will show you the ropes. Y'know, when I first took over the caretaking business for the farm, I didn't know anything either. It was them who helped me out. It's a really nice community out there - they really feel like one big family. Who knows, maybe you'll even find a significant other there?

Elliot, annoyed: Alright, dad.

Dad: *chuckle* Just kidding, dear. Right, since it's quite dead outside how about I teach you about plant care basics in the garage?

Elliot and dad spent a lot of time together that Winter going through everything that could prepare Elliot for what's to come - for the farming aspect, of course. Try as he might, Dad's not really the best person to go to with regards to the magic stuff. The valley has a wizard for that, of course! Maybe even a few.

#stardew valley #stardew au #stardew fanfic