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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 4 months

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LOTR and The Hobbit NSFW Headcanons pt 2.

(y’all bishes hoooorrrrnnnnyyyyy)

Part 1

Pippin:

- loves when you ride him

- wants to grab and hold every part of you that he can

- forcing him to be a good boy in public and keeping him nice and hot for as long as you can

- whispering really dirty things in his ear in public but following it with a sweet kiss on the cheek so people just think you’ve said something lovely

- ass kinda hobbit

- sitting in your lap and playing with his cock

- “such a good boy for me” you whisper while he cums on your hand

- loves when you grab at his hair during oral

Merry:

- likes to be man handled but in a playful way

- exhibitionist kink

- sweet and playful caresses while he fucks you from behind

- his favourite meal is between your legs 😏😏😏

- will tell you how good you’re making him feel

- buys you pretty night gowns and aprons so he can watch you bake in them

- loves when you put on a show baking, bending over and sitting in his lap while you feed him the cake mix

- holding his face nicely while you bounce on his cock

Lindir:

- degradation and praise all at once

- make him cry! Make him cry! Make him cry!

- overstimulation is his favourite thing

- tie him up and make him cum over and over again

- will beg you to stop but that’s because it makes him horny

- if it was too much he’d use his safe word

- “please mistress, I can’t take it anymore, it hurts too much please!”

- wants to be pegged so badly

- will suck your strap

- it’s so fun to grind up against him and make him cum in his pants

- you do it on purpose but then you tease him about it and he loves it

- “did you just cum in your pants? You’re such a dirty little pathetic thing aren’t you, Lindir?”

- he goes so pink

Frodo:

- has a thing for human partners

- likes feeling small and taken care of but elves are too big

- loves him a squishy partner

- would live laying on your boobs or on your thighs if he could

- pretends he can’t do things like open jars or reach things but home boy gets horny when you take care of him

- playing with his hair is foreplay

- lots of whimpers, light moans and quiet pleas

- if you tug his hair however he’s screaming and eyes are rolling back

- he lives in your lap

Arwen:

- oral queen 👑👑

- could honestly live between your legs

- whispers the dirtiest things to you and yet it sounds like poetry

- talks elvish in your ear while sitting behind you and taking her time playing with you

- the softest dom in the whole world

- like is literally only dominant because she wants to take care of you

- passing you dirty letters while you try to read peacefully

- loves watching you touch yourself

- she won’t say anything but her eyes won’t leave yours or your body

- breathy moans

- loves having her nipples sucked

Meludir:

- sweet innocent boy

- surprisingly kinky but only in a proper relationship

- praise kiiinnnkkk!

- tell him he’s a good boy and he’ll just melt

- “oh you’re doing so well for me, baby, such a good boy”

- kinda likes being hurt but will need a lot more aftercare than usual

- likes being tied up and edged

- is into watching you get fucked by someone else but only if he can join later

- wants Legolas to join you but turns into a blushing mess every time you talk about it

- sit on his face pllleeeaaaaassssseee! He doesn’t care if he can’t breathe

- craves kneeling before you during oral

- wants to feel like your sweet little servant

Glorfindel:

- size kink!!! He’s a huge dude and honestly loves how tiny you are (you could be tall and still be tiny to him!)

- loves being called ‘my lord’

- you don’t have to thank him when you cum but he sure does love it when you do

- degrades you and praises you in the same session

- he likes degrading you and being rough when you give him oral but if he’s fucking you (especially from behind) he wants to tell you how good you’re taking his cock

- gives you very sweet names during very dirty times

- “you’re just such a sweet little thing for me” he tells you while your face is covered in cum and spit

- bounces you on his lap while you ride him

- lots of loud grunts

- rag dolls you around into different positions

- is either fast and rough or takes his time and worships you

- thinks both giving and receiving hickies is really hot and will show them off with pride

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loveinhawkins · 1 year

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Hi! I've never messaged you before, but your writing is some of my very favorite on Tumblr! I love that you have Steve as a poetry fan, and a fan of Simon and Garfunkel! I was reading the poem Richard Cory, and it made me think of a young Steve, the one people only see as a King, as a spoiled rich boy, not seeing his pain and trauma. Even his friends seem to gloss over it. And I can imagine him and Eddie in English class, and Eddie barely paying attention, but seeing how Steve subtly reacts to the poem when they read it, and Eddie wondering if maybe there's more to him than he'd previously thought! I found out that Simon and Garfunkel made it into a song, too, and that really sent it home! I hope you have a wonderful day, thank you for sharing your wonderful stories with us!

you are so kind, thank you so much. i hope you have a wonderful day too ❤️

oh, this has so many things i love. the poem & simon & garfunkel references (cw for references to suicide in both the poem & song lyrics), how Steve views himself and his high school persona vs how Eddie sees him—like, I could quote the whole poem but:

he fluttered pulses when he said, “Good-morning,” and he glittered when he walked.

Steve glittering as he walks! Eddie in denial that his pulse is also fluttering! ❤️

and them fleetingly crossing paths in high school is one of my absolute favourite things to think about, as well as them sharing the same English class at some point.

And when they read that poem… Eddie silently notices things. How Steve’s reaction stands out amidst the typically bored, glazed-eyes expression of other students. Eddie can see out of the corner of his eye how Steve reads the poem over and over, the subtle swallow, the shift in his jaw. The crease in the middle of his forehead that somehow seems more than just straightforward confusion.

But then he puts it out of his head—until, that is, an English period when the teacher says the whole lesson is just for silent reading. And Eddie hears a, “Psst,” coming from his left.

He doesn’t realise that it’s Steve Harrington trying to catch his attention, assumes it’s just someone trying to piss him off, so he snaps, “What?” a little harsher than warranted.

He almost does a double take at the way Steve shrinks back in his seat—not obviously so, but just enough for Eddie to notice.

“… Nothing. I’ll leave you alone,” Steve says shortly.

Eddie feels a flash of guilt. Sighs. “What?”

“Just… you’ve done this class before, right?”

“Fucking astute observation, Harrington.”

“Shut up. I just…” And Steve hands Eddie his photocopy of the poem, points at the top of the page. “Do you get this stuff?”

There’s a pause where Eddie scans the poem—and, Jesus, there’s a lot of annotations. Like, a lot. There’s even parts where Steve’s writing gets all cramped in between the stanzas, because he’s got a helluva lot to say, apparently.

Then he sees the part Steve’s pointing at, where there’s a scrawl of: Metre???

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie says. “I get what… it’s, like, the rhythm of it. Where the emphasis is on each word and stuff.”

Steve actually has the audacity to roll his eyes at Eddie’s, in his opinion, very generous explanation. “Yeah, I get all that in theory, but I can’t, like, hear it, y’know?”

And well, Eddie’s in a band. He knows a thing or two about rhythm. So he leans over and taps the rhythm out with his finger on Steve’s desk. He can’t remember the proper term for it, but he rambles, “It’s the same rhythm in Shakespeare plays? Kinda like a heartbeat.”

It must click for Steve, because sometime during Eddie talking, he starts tapping out the beat, too. Their knuckles almost touch. Not quite.

“Thanks, Eddie,” Steve says distractedly, as he takes his paper back and starts writing again.

And for the rest of the lesson, Eddie has to consider the fact that Steve Harrington truly knows his name, like he didn’t even have to think about it; like the freak moniker didn’t even occur to him.

#i got locked out of my account but I’m back now! this was so lovely to think about thank you ❤️#steddie ficlet #steddie #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington hc #pre steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson headcanons

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jaegeraether · 4 months

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 42)

Alexia Putellas x Character (9)

Masterlist (other parts here)

((**Mentions of Lucy/YFN.* *What happens when two dominant people start falling for each other? This... :')* *I think this is my favourite chapter so far...**))

Alexia had her arms crossed over her body as she watched Lucy and her girlfriend through the glass at the airport. Lucy was the type of person to be so brutal on the field, so dedicated in her work, and so unapologetically independent. There were occasions where she was excited enough for physical contact with people, though they were rare, because that was the soft side of her that you only see if you truly knew her well. Even then, she hid it extremely well, even when she was with Keira.

Not now though. Alexia watched Lucy and YFN move like there was a cord connected between them, their movements naturally synced and complementing each other. And then there were the looks, the longing, the love, the hopeless expressions that were exchanged with smiles and blushes, many of which were one staring without the other noticing. It made Alexia feel a lot of things to see them like this. To see Lucy be so happy, so touchy, so in love. It now made sense to her why Lucy was always lost in a daydream since she’d returned from the last international break. Because she was always thinking about her; because this was one of those things you only see in movies or read about in poetry.

“They are cute, no?”

Alexia flinched at the voice which was a lot closer than she expected. She turned to Ridley who was leant against her car, hands clasped casually behind her back as she studied Alexia’s face. Her famous all-too-neutral expression usually helped her disguise her emotions, yet she felt Ridley could see right through it. And she could. Just the slightest hint of downturned eyebrows, her mouth set a little too hard, and the biggest giveaway, her eyes. Alexia’s eyes were like an open book for her, betraying her deepest feelings, and right now she could see…longing.

“I guess.”

“I prefer absolutes.”

Alexia raised an eyebrow, her face otherwise staying the same. “Is there a way to absolutely tell if tonight is going to be awkward between the two of us?”

Ridley smiled and Alexia watched the scar on her cheek shift with the movement of her face. “Awkward is fun, no?” She pushed off from the car and opened the door, gesturing Alexia in as if she were a chauffeur. “La Reina.”

Alexia looked at the fact that she’d opened the rear car door, and not the front. She was unsure if Ridley expected her to call her bluff, but she did anyways. She slid into the back seat as if she were an actual Queen, and Ridley an actual chauffeur. Bluff called. Alexia watched a smile creep over her face at her unexpected cheekiness as she closed the door. Alexia 1, Ridley 0.

“Ridley! It’s been too long! How are you?” The restaurant owner was gushing over the couple as they came in. “And I see your taste in women is impeccable, how lucky we are for you to bring the la Reina to our little restaurant.”

Ridley shared a grin and a polite half-hug with him. Did she know everyone? “Emiliano, I hope your family are well. Yes, I’ve been busy. I took a few contracts in Dubai recently so I’ve been gone for most of the year there.”

Alexia’s interest peaked at that. That’s where she’d been?

“My daughter wants to do that one day too. She’s so excited! Won’t shut up about it. Oh well, I’m glad you’re back. You look beautiful, as do you, Miss Putellas. As luck would have it, I have your favourite table free! Follow me.”

Usually Alexia was the centre of attention. The one who lead the way and had to do all of the talking and pleasantries. Here with Ridley she felt the opposite and it was…incredibly refreshing. Alexia followed closely behind Ridley, studying her back as she walked with such confidence. They reached her ‘favourite table’ which sported a stunning view of the city, but also retained a little privacy from half of the restaurant. In addition to that, she couldn’t help but realise how humble Emiliano had been when he’d said ‘little restaurant’. It looked and felt Michelin Star. Emiliano shared a gesture with Ridley that she didn’t see, and he stepped back as Ridley took his place to push Alexia’s chair in behind her. Another new fact about Ridley she’d just learnt. Chivalry. Alexia 1 – Ridley 1.

Ridley sat opposite her and pulled her own seat in. Alexia watched the two exchange a few more pleasantries and small talk before he gave them the chef specials and recommendations and left with a smile. The restaurant was so nice that the menus didn’t have prices. Cost was never a factor for Alexia anymore, though she felt like it helped her get to know the woman opposite her a little more. Gone were the days of the mysterious woman from the bar. Or so she thought.

They weren’t speaking, though it wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, Alexia felt very comfortable, even with the astonishingly distracting tension between the two. If Ridley felt it, she hid it well. Alexia stared at the menu, not really seeing the words until two fingers gripped the top of her menu and gently lowered it so she could see her eyes.

“Are you going to hide behind your menu all night?”

“I was considering it.” She murmured, embarrassed she’d just been called out. Usually Alexia was the cool, calm person in control.

“And deprive me of those eyes?”

There’s that cheeky audacity. She made it worse by keeping that eye contact, making Alexia feel seen. And surprisingly safe also.

Alexia thought it best to not encourage her. “Any suggestions?”

“The salmon. I dreamt about it for days after.”

Everything sounded so flirty from her mouth. Perhaps it was.

“Okay.” She said and put her menu down as if to show she was done hiding. “And for you?”

Ridley hadn’t even opened her menu.

“Emiliano suggested the sirloin. Are you okay with wine during your season?”

“Si.”

Ridley raised her hand without her elbow leaving the table, and a server appeared, as if she’d been watching. Ridley handed her both menus and ordered for both of them with a wine pairing. Alexia noticed the girl staring at Ridley as if she was in love with her, or as if they’d had sex. After a few more seconds, she would have put money on it being the latter. Her emotions were poorly covered with longing looks and presumably old memories. Ridley’s expression, however, didn’t change. It was neutral, polite, unbothered. Usually in a situation like this, the person would be extra cold, or awkward, or making it obvious that it had meant nothing to them. Ridley did none of those things because she actually cared. Alexia had noticed that about her. She was so aware of people’s feelings, her intelligence shining through and although she had a perfectly composed self, that deep part of her could be brought out. She’d seen it in the worry in her eyes last night. She’d seen it in her amused expression in the rear-view as she and YFN had their little back and forth in the car. She’d seen it in the melancholy look that appeared for a split second when Alexia had said she was going to spend Christmas with her family.

When the server was gone, Ridley’s attention turned back to her date and just when Alexia thought she’d say something teasing, she did the opposite.

“I apologise for last night, Alexia. I…mishandled the entire situation. I won’t give you any excuses. Simply, you deserved better.”

It was short and eloquent. Not riddled with personal wants and needs and reasons and excuses. Just a genuine apology. Unfortunately, that made Ridley even more attractive to her than she already was.

“I accept your apology. Thank you for saying that.”

She wondered if that was it. If that was all Ridley wanted from their dinner tonight. She really just wanted to get to know her better, and she didn’t know why.

“Can I ask you something personal?”

“Sure, I’ll try my best to answer it.”

Alexia hesitated, which she rarely did. “In the car when you asked me about Christmas, you seemed upset. Why?”

Ridley stared into her eyes as if she were wondering how honest she should be. “Because I don’t have a family. I have YFN and her nan and her brother, but we’re not biologically related.”

No family? “Why..?”

“It would dampen the mood of tonight.”

“I want to know. Besides, what do you expect from tonight?”

“I expect to have dinner with you and apologise. I’d say we’re off to a great start.”

“Ridley-”

Ridley’s eyes flashed something unknown. It was the first time she’d heard her name from Alexia’s lips.

“I’m much more than my past.”

Alexia knew that, of course, but could also tell it was Ridley’s way of asking her to stop. So she did.

“I know you are.”

Before Ridley could respond, the server was back with the wine. She held it up for Ridley to look at and she tasted it like a wine connoisseur before she accepted it. Alexia noticed the server intentionally brushing Ridley’s fingers with her own, hoping for a reaction. Most people would have reacted to the touch, but Ridley remained indifferent and polite.

“I have another question.”

“By all means.”

One of the benefits of them both having dominant personalities was their ability to be straight to the point and honest.

“What do you want from me?”

Ridley took a sip while she thought. “In general or tonight?”

“Both.”

“Tonight I wanted to apologise and make sure you have a nice meal after your game. In general, I’m not entirely sure.”

She was unsure what she wanted from her?

“Last night you said a few things I’d like clarification on.”

Ridley gave her a look that said she already knew what those things were. “I’ll do my best.”

“Four questions. Firstly, you said that you ‘come here to see’ me?”

“To the bar, yes. Exactly how you go just to see me.”

It wasn’t cockiness, it was an observant fact. She knew she was going just for her? Alexia felt herself getting shy. She was rarely shy. She pushed that aside.

“That’s fair,” she murmured. “You also said ‘I don’t think of you like that’.”

“I don’t. You’re much more than a body to me.”

“What am I?” It wasn’t one of her questions but she couldn’t help but whisper it.

Ridley frowned. “I’m not sure yet.”

“Is that why you ‘don’t know how to give me anything else’?”

“I don’t date, Alexia.”

“And you just assume that I do?”

“Do you not?”

She frowned. She did. “You didn’t give me a choice.”

“There was no choice to offer. We didn’t know each other. We still don’t.”

“We could have changed that if you hadn’t left.”

Those words hung in the air between them. Ridley had left, and she knew it would have hurt her, but she assumed it would hurt her less than actually getting to know her for who she was. Ridley didn’t open up to people. Better to leave than break her heart.

The server arrived again during their silence, and placed their food in front of them, giving an extra sweet smile to Ridley. She pretended not to see it, her eyes on Alexia.

“I’m excited for you to try that, the chef is incredible.” Ridley’s eyes flickered to Alexia’s dish while Alexia continued to stare at her.

“Why did you leave?”

She sighed and caught Alexia’s eye again.

“Because I’m not good for you.”

“Why?”

“Trust me, Alexia. I’m not good for anybody.”

“You’re good enough for the women you fuck.” Alexia’s jealousy hit like a slap in the face. Usually people enjoy seeing their partners jealous for them. Ridley, however, didn’t want to see Alexia upset in any way.

“They mean nothing to me.”

Questions swam in Alexia’s eyes. “Were you trying to push me away…?”

That surprised her. Alexia’s jealousy hadn’t hindered her confidence. She knew her worth. It was an alarmingly attractive quality for Ridley. “Yes.”

Alexia was grateful for the fact that Ridley didn’t lie. She’d answer honestly or not at all. “Why?”

“I told you why.”

“You never gave me a chance…”

Again, those words hung in the air and the heartbreak on Alexia’s face almost broke her. Ridley had never felt like that before. She never let herself get close enough to. “I’m not good for you..” she repeated as if she hadn’t understood the first time. It was a weak argument.

“And you’ve just made that decision for me then? I don’t get to decide what is and isn’t good for me? What I do and don’t want?” Alexia was a softy at heart and although she was fierce with her words, unfallen tears were building up in her eyes. “You may be used to being in control and telling people what to do, but you don’t get to do that with me. Not right now.”

It was like two dominant animals butting heads. Both knew their worth, and Ridley had absolutely done the wrong thing by shutting Alexia out. Though she’d told herself she hadn’t owed her anything, she knew she did from that very first moment they’d locked eyes in the bar almost a year ago. Everything she’d done from then had been for her, and without her having a say in the matter. She hadn’t realised how selfish she’d been. She’d convinced herself she was doing the right thing by her and her feelings, without considering her actual feelings, because Alexia had been just as involved as she was. She’d underestimated that.

“You’re right.”

Alexia was also surprised at how easy she’d admitted that. She opened her mouth to reply and was cut off.

“Eat your food before it’s cold. Then we’ll talk.”

That was a good example of the type of control Alexia could accept from her. But not her avidly taking away her choices regarding her emotions.

The salmon was incredible, and she told her just as much. Ridley was happy at that. The wine pairing went down perfectly with their food and soon enough, the plates were replaced with the dessert menu.

“I can’t…” Alexia started to say before she was distracted reading the menu.

“We can share.”

Their eyes met, both happy at the compromise. Alexia smiled and Ridley’s heart almost stopped at that. She was stunning. She didn’t know if she could tear her eyes from her lips, but luckily she was torn away by the server again.

“What can I get for you two?”

“We’re sharing.” She said, clapping her menu closed and handing it over, looking at the Barcelona Captain. “It’s your choice.”

The server looked a little upset by that, and almost unwillingly turned her attention to Alexia.

“The crema catalana, please.”

She gave her menu to the server who nodded and left. Only then did she see the grin on Ridley’s face, and couldn’t help her face reflecting it.

“What?”

“That’s my favourite. Anything with custard, or similar to it.”

It was another rare fact that Ridley happily shared with her. She made a mental note of it.

“Can we continue?”

“If you’d like.”

“I would.” Alexia was suddenly a little shy again. “You admit that I’m right?”

“Yes.”

“Care the expand on that?”

“It was…selfish of me to make decisions for you. I convinced myself it was what was best for you.”

“And if you hadn’t thought it was what was best for me?”

“I’d have fucked you many, many times, in many different ways by now.”

The comment was crass, but her expression wasn’t. She meant it.

“You don’t date…” She repeated from Ridley’s earlier statement.

“No.”

“Why?”

“Many reasons.”

“Such as?”

Ridley sighed. She obviously wasn’t going to let it go. “I’m…broken. I can’t love. I discovered that when I was younger and made the mistake of being with people who I knew would fall for me and breaking their hearts. I didn’t want to do that to you.”

“You’ve never loved anyone?”

Ridley’s melancholy flashed across her face briefly. “I love YFN. I loved my brother.”

Loved. Alexia didn’t even have to ask the question.

“He’s dead.”

“And your family?”

Her jaw flexed. “The same.”

Alexia’s heart dropped. No wonder she’d looked so sad when Alexia had said she was spending Christmas with her family. She thought that ‘I don’t have a family’ meant they’d chosen to not recognise her for her sexuality or didn’t get along. She never assumed they were gone.

“I’m so-”

“Please don’t. I don’t want pity. It happened. It’s done.”

She left it for a minute before she whispered the next question. “Is that why you think you’re broken?”

“Alexia, I don’t want to talk about my past, or my faults tonight, please. I just want to have dinner with you.”

Her heart softened up at that admission. “We can do that…”

“Good.”

The crema catalana arrived then, with two spoons. Ridley picked hers up and noticed Alexia hadn’t taken hers. She was lost in thought. She took a breath and reached out, her fingers lightly touching one of Alexia’s hands on the table. That broke her thought as her eyes snapped up to meet Ridley’s.

“I’ll allow you one more question before we eat.”

It took her a few seconds to decide on which question to ask, Ridley’s fingertips warm and soft and distracting.

“Why did you leave?” She whispered.

“Because I was scared I would let you in if I stayed.”

Alexia inhaled sharply, blinking tears away. She wasn’t crazy. They did have a strong connection. And Ridley had just admitted that, unashamedly. Alexia knew how hard that must have been for her.

“Now eat, la Reina.”

The two ate dessert, unable to stop their satisfied hums as they did so, because it tasted incredible. Alexia made a note of the restaurant. She wanted to come back and bring her entire family and friends. As she thought that, the idea of Ridley being alone in the restaurant tugged at her heartstrings. Of course she’d never be alone. She’d be with a girl or a colleague, but that didn’t stop the fact that she’d be alone and would feel like it. Because no one can fill that empty space of family.

They finished quickly, Ridley paying for the meal before Alexia had a chance to argue. They said their goodbyes to Emiliano and this time when they reached the car, Ridley held the passenger door open for her.

Alexia’s grandmother’s house wasn’t far from the restaurant, and the drive was a comfortable, safe silence with Spanish music playing in the background softly. They’d both asked enough questions for the night.

As they arrive out the front, Ridley opened her door for her, and took her overnight duffle out, walking her up to the front door. The porch light was a dull yellow which made the gold flecks in Ridley’s eyes stand out even brighter. They shared a wordless smile until the sound of laughing filtered out through one of the front windows, and Ridley’s smile faltered a little. Alexia wanted to hug her, to kiss her, to invite her into her welcoming family and make her feel loved. All of that would have been too much though and besides, Ridley escaped before she had a chance to do anything.

She leant down and her lips brushed her cheek in a soft kiss. Alexia leant into her, and they stood like that for a little before Ridley was gone without a look back.

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whatsa-bi-as · 5 months

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people watching

stranger!Minho x stranger!reader

plot; while you feel cursed in love the pretty boy at the Christmas market can't stop looking at you

genre; mainly fluff with a bit of angst (reader feels lonely), meet cute situation

warnings; slight self deprecating language from the readers perspective (let me know if I missed any)

word count; 0.6k

proof read; this one has been checked over by the wonderful @kyrjnie so check her out <3

networks; @kflixnet and @k-labels

masterlist is here

You were feeling pretty unlucky in love. Talking stages never got anywhere, all your friends were in relationships, and now as it was getting closer to Christmas it seemed that everyone had someone to spend the holidays with. The feeling of loneliness circulated an uncomfortable heat throughout your chest; a feeling you couldn’t seem to shake no matter how bitter the wind was outside.

Your friends had dragged you to the local Christmas market and while they all had someone to warm their hands, all you had was your cup of hot chocolate. The drink was far too sweet and gave you the same sickly feeling that you got when watching all the happy couples pass..

People watching used to be your favourite way to spend time; making up stories about those walking past, people you will more than likely never see again, feeling like you understood them even if it was just for a brief moment.

It was when you were sitting on that bench that you first saw him. He was surrounded by people, throwing his head back as he laughed, a halo of light surrounding him from the fairy lights circling the stalls. He was gorgeous. The kind of person that you would write poetry about even if you knew that nothing would do their beauty justice.

You had no clue who he was. No idea of a name, of an age, of his interests, his likes, or dislikes, yet you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He was the closest thing to comfort in a human. He looked like the type of person that you had been wishing for.

You decided that this night was a waste. You had lost your friends and at this point you were just letting the empty feeling win. Getting your bag from your side, a figure appeared in front of you. It was the boy with a halo in his hair. If he looked gorgeous before then he was something heavenly up close. Eyes full of stars, a smile as sweet as sugar, he looked like an oil painting come to life.

Then he began to talk, and his voice simply filled you with a sense of calm, a sense of belonging and understanding.

“Hi, are you with anyone tonight?”

It took you a second to answer, not fully believing that someone like him would want to talk to you.

“I mean I was, but I think they’ve just gone to do their own thing.”

The look he gave you was one full of sympathy, not pity like you expected.

“Well, that’s not fair. This is the place to be with people, not on your own.”

“I guess so,” you said through a genuine smile “but I’d rather be on my own than being the third wheel for three couples at once.”

He smiled back and seeing that sight up close it was something you wanted to burn into your eyelids.

“I can relate to that. Luckily, my group has no couples if you want to come hang out. And if you don’t then maybe we could go do something? Just us?”

The feeling that those words created is something you could never describe. It was like the broken parts of you were being pulled together, not fully whole but one step closer to being complete. The darkness began to crack as the twinkling lights surrounding you were illuminating your heart. One day he would know that this was the moment where you felt like you finally had a chance at moving forward; that this was the moment where those thoughts of being unlovable washed away like chalk in the rain.

But right now all you could say was;

“That would be wonderful, but I would like to know your name before any of that.”

The laugh that he let out was something that you would never forget.

“Right, I completely forgot! My name's Minho. What’s yours?”

This would be the start of a relationship that you both could only dream of, but that could only happen with that first night of easy conversation and a fresh cup of hot chocolate.

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bookshelfmonkey · 1 month

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Thanks for the tag @storkmuffin :)

Are you named after anyone? Not my first name, which I just chose because I liked it, but one of my middle names is Bowie (as in David Bowie).

When was the last time you cried? A couple of weeks ago, when I was feeling completely overwhelmed by the state of trans rights globally and especially in the UK (where I live) and the ongoing tragedies happening as a result. (Sidenote: it's weird to me how little I've cried since starting T, I used to cry multiple times a week and now it's every few months)

Do you have kids? No.

What sports do you play/have you played? I swam for about 6-8 years as a kid but always kinda hated it, and eventually quit when the dysphoria became too much. I did football and badminton on and off too, but was never really good at anything (asthma & possible dyspraxia & hypermobility etc.). Now I'm trying to run and work out mostly just to stay healthy. I'd like to get back into swimming but can't really afford to go to a pool regularly and I'm scared to go by myself. I also go to a lgbtq+ football club weekly when I'm in my hometown (my friend started an under-18s one which I used to do too and it was pretty much my only positive experience of sports).

Do you use sarcasm? Rarely, and only with close friends where we mutually joke like that with each other.

What's the first thing you notice about people? I actually don't know. I think most of the time I'm too caught up in the anxiety of meeting someone new that I'm more focussed on myself.

What's your eye colour? Bluey grey.

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings. I'll watch some scary movies but sometimes they just make me too anxious to enjoy them.

Any talents? I can read pretty quickly with good comprehension (I like to take my time when reading for fun, but as an english lit student who always has a fuck ton of essays and shit to read, it's handy), I can bake really good gingerbread, and I'm weirdly good at immitating people's walks (the same way some people can do voice impressions).

Where were you born? A small city in south west england (not saying more than that for safety/privacy).

What are your hobbies? I read (a lot); I write fiction, poetry, book reviews & TV show reviews (see pinned post on where to find some of these); I embroider and sew; I enjoy baking and cooking but don't do it much atm because I don't like my flatmates so I spend as little time as possible in our kitchen where I might see them; I like going for walks but it can be difficult to get out into nature without a car (ironically) and sometimes I just solve number puzzles/do maths for fun.

Do you have any pets? Yes, this idiot (affectionate). Technically she lives with my parents, but still. Her name's Pepper and she's a generic black cat (it's hard to work out breeds of cats and she's an adopted former stray so there's no breeding history or whatever).

How tall are you? 1.72m

Favourite subject in school? It alternated between english literature and maths.

Dream job? Author/forest wizard/please don't make me enter the workforce (I'm a uni student atm)/I don't know what I want to do with my life.

@yourlocalcorvidcryptid @autisticfordprefect @feral-enfield-with-wifi sorry if any of y'all have already done this and I missed it.

#my posts #my life #tag game

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thesirencult · 1 year

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Pick A Card Reading : Soulmate/Forever Person/Future Spouse

(Flowers Of Romance Part 1)

Hello beautiful readers,

I decided to start a series of tarot readings that will be based on literature and specifically romance novels, poetry and letters.

Obviously this is copyrighted and if a fellow reader uses the same type of format or reposts my writing I would appreciate it if they tagged and credited me. Karma works both ways and copying someone else's work to gain a few likes and followers has its downside. I'll create a masterpost in a few days so you will be able to find all my readings into one place.

The series kicks of with quotes from "Letters To Milena" by Franz Kafka. A beautiful book that is a perfect read for the fall and winter season.

Novels keep great loves alive in their pages and even if the lovers ascend together to another level of consciousness their loving energy will forever be with us.

If you want a personal reading you can book one through direct messaging. I offer tarot readings and astrology ones (both birth charts and synastry). ONLY 15 SPOTS ARE AVAILABLE FOR TAROT AND 5 FOR ASTROLOGY ! THANK YOU GUYS 💖💖 Enjoy your reading ! It's for entertainment purposes and it's a general one, so feel free to apply everything to your own situation. Don't be shy ! Comment which pile/piles you chose 💞

Pile 1

Death, 10 Of Wands, 8 of wands

My dear,

Your soft voice echoes in the tunnels of my despair, disrupting the silence of loneliness and waking me up from the deathly sleep of emptiness. You are the light that woke me up from the slumber my love. I had lost all hope, letting go of myself into the abyss. I thought that no one would show up for me. That I was created here in this world as a mistake, without a twin soul. You're mine my beloved.

It's time to let me take the burdens off of your shoulders. I would do it all for you baby. I'll be your lover, your father, your brother, your friend. Everything for you. Will you accept me, a man beaten and bruised by fate, that you brought back to life ?

You broke the chains that held me back. When I say that I will do something I mean it. I can not wait to be with you. I'm insatiable.

Pile 2

The Magician, Knight of Cups

Babe,

Have you been good ? Because I'm extra naughty my love !

I know that I can be too aggressive and forward sometimes. My ego gets the best of me and that causes problems in our relationship. I feel it in my soul that I manifested you, like I did with everything in my life. I can be possessive and arrogant, but I swear I'll work on it for our sake.

I know I'm immature, but it's because I can not contain myself around you. You make me feel young again, like a small child in need of his favourite candy. I'm trying to romance you with flowers and chocolate and everything your heart desires but you're playing hard to get. I'll get you, I know I'll do baby. When time comes you'll be mine. I don't back down easily...

Pile 3

The Empress, The Moon, Justice

My Goddess,

Someone would think that you were made from fairy dust. Built by God as the epitome of woman. You're very feminine, kind, sensitive and watery. Your creative powers are immense and you can manifest everything your heart desires. Whatever your hands touch, turns to gold. You make me feel like a Good, because you're a Goddess. I'll worship you as a one, my sacred love.

You're like the moon. Always changeable and fertile with ideas. You have your moments,good and bad, but I still love you and adore you through everything. Your intuition is always on point. Wise yet fresh and innocent. You awoke primal instincts within me. We can not escape time my Goddess. We are bound by it. But I'm beginning to wonder, why does time seem to slow down whenever you caress me and when you let my lips touch yours, the lips of a goddess.

Sometimes I wonder if I deserve you. Do I deserve the love of a Goddess ? Always and forever yours. Yours. Yours and only yours...

Pile 4

Ace Of Swords, 2 Of Wands, Queen Of Wands

Dear Soulmate,

When I saw you, it was the first time I saw clearly. My eyes opened to your beauty and love. The blindfold was lifted and now I see. I see the clear light blue colour of the skies and hear the birds sing. You opened up my eyes to new horizons and unknown magical lands.

I finally made the choice to leap into your fountain of love. I made the choice to anchor my heart into the bottom of your deep wild oceans. I long to live with you by the sea, to honour your beautiful and gentle soul. Because, for all the sights I've seen and all the journeys I've taken around the world, our journey and you, my partner, I'll never grow tired of.

You're warm and vibrant like the sun. You keep my heart warm in the cold winters. You keep me alive my love.

Yet I feel that if I dared to fly too close to you I would get burned. The problem is that I'll be honoured to die by your scorching love.

Pile 5

The Star, Ace Of Pentacles , The Hermit

My little star,

You're so enchanting, like you came out of a fairytale. Your smile, your lips, your hair, your beautiful elegant fingers. I love kissing your petite knuckles and nuzzle my face on top of your head. You're so talented and beautiful. My lucky star. I admire you a lot. I love your magical aura.

I want to offer you the world and even though it seems like I'm promising a lot, I mean it. From the first moment I saw you I tried to hold back my feelings, to calm down and take things slowly so we could build a strong foundation.

You're a mirage. I dream of you and I have visions of those beautiful eyes. My beloved little star, you shine so bright in the darkness of the world. You're so unique.

I know that we have to take some time apart to grow separately. Don't feel lonely, I'm right here looking at the night sky, wishing and dreaming for a love like yours. I'll wrap you up in a blanket made from stardust.

Remember, every single time you look up at the sky, either at the moon and the stars or at the bright sun, I'll be there, under the same sky looking up as you do.

#pac reading #pick a card #pick a pile #tarot #tarot reading #future spouse #pick a photo #pick a picture #soulmate #astrology #twinflame #manifesting #loassumption #franz kafka #letters to milena #literature #specific person #future love

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cygninae · 4 months

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Hi! 👋 Could you please do 20 and 23 for the Quagmire triplets for the character ask game? :)

Hi Ven ! Sure !!

20 (Weird headcanon)

Quigley

i have literally SO many headcanons for Quigley but I'll try and hold back and only share a few. (I'll refer to Quigley with they pronouns because that is my headcanon !)

if they had been raised in the 2000s, would absolutely have thomas the tank engine or cars bedsheets. so embarrassing

couldn't take serious photos, always had to be pulling a face or doing bunny ears or something

tried to pierce their ears with a safety pin and lemon (did not go well.)

disastrous handwriting. Like incomprehensible.

Isadora

gay awakening was Veronia Lake in I Married A Witch (dir. René Clair)

went through a goth phase (after discovering Mary Shelley and Edgar Allen Poe) where she attempted to dye all of her clothes black. They came out brown.

Duncan

tried to pull a prank on Carmelita Spats by balancing a bucket of water on a doorframe and have her walk through, getting drenched. Forgot to let himself out of the room first and drenched himself.

obsessed with lava lamps

23 (Future headcanon)

Quigley

felt so betrayed by Jacques leaving, that they completely turned away from VFD. Lost a lot of their love for cartography and it took a long time for it to come back. They began to prefer sketching landscapes and people they loved.

discovered David Bowie (this depends on your theory of when ASOUE is set) and he changed their life. Became obsessed with Ziggy Stardust and embraced gender fluidity through makeup, piercings, shiny clothes, etc. learnt to love themself :)

finally got that ear piercing they had botched when they were younger.

actually became really good friends with Fiona. She taught them that it was okay to view the world with more criticism. They got along and were actually really similar. Bickered a lot.

moved to a big city with Duncan and Isadora and got really into the world of music, art, freedom, self-expression. They probably joined a band at some point, no doubt.

Isadora

in the big city, joined a sapphic society and made friends who loved poetry (and girls).

got her poetry published in the paper on multiple occasions, but anonymously. She wanted to spread the beauty of poetry without getting attention for it.

opened up to the idea of writing prose too, and learnt that she was really talented in that area, too, joining writing societies and book clubs and learning so much more about literature. it gave her the opportunity to express herself in more ways than one.

her and Klaus (if reunited) absolutely became an unstoppable best friend duo. They were practically unseperable, and he was in a lot of the same book clubs with her. He worked at one of their local libraries and let her sneak in the back to write in the staff room while he ate his lunch or read on his break.

Duncan

aside from writing journalism, he actually got really into photojournalism. He loved the peace of the dark room and the process of developing photos. He got into the habit of photographing his friends and siblings to immortalise them and kept his favourite pictures in his shirt pocket.

got an internship at a newspaper (NOT the daily punctillio, lol) and had a niche in foreign correspondence, (with the rise in use of the telephone) and he made so many connections across the world. Learning about so many cultures gave him a sense of freedom after feeling so trapped post the death of his parents.

and a dunklaus headcanon, since I can't hold back: after he and Klaus started dating, he would very occasionally sneak coded messages into the newspaper, just sappy stuff saying he missed him and hoped he was having a great day :)

interviewed Lemony Snicket once without knowing it was him.

This was so much fun !! Thanks so much for asking :)

#asoue #lemony snicket #a series of unfortunate events #asks #unfortunate gen #quigley quagmire #duncan quagmire #isadora quagmire #headcanons

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holdoncallfailed · 12 days

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do you have favourite poets? i think i often feel lonely because no one seems to love ‘mayakovsky’ by frank o’hara the same way i love it

sorry idk how long this has been in my inbox! in all honesty, i used to be very into poetry but my interest in it has waned quite a bit over the years—ironically, i don't have enough patience to read whole books of it anymore. :( however there are definitely individual poems that i love a lot, and poets whose writing i admire whether or not it comes in the form of poetry (i.e. margaret atwood, audre lorde, naomi shihab nye, hanif abdurraqib)...i do love frank o'hara though.

here are some favorite poems off the top of my head

dear portia by jenny boychuk

the way to keep going in antarctica by bernadette mayer

gretel in darkness by louise glück

the love that dares to speak its name by james kirkup

recuerdo by edna st. vincent millay

talking to helen by lisel mueller

anne sexton at the bookstore by jen rouse

love poem by linda pastan

i know a man by robert creeley

the gate by marie howe

small town by jill osier

miracle ice cream by adrienne rich

also, this prose poem by arkaye kierulf that blew my world wide open when i was twelve or thirteen

and my favorite frank o'hara poem is an image of leda. :)

#Anonymous #some of these are ones i've known and held dear since i was a teenager #and some i've discovered more recently #the jen rouse one makes me cry every time and has done for ten years

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azure-cherie · 2 years

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Some Astro Observations !! Pt : 2

For Nakshatras

These are research data and observations based on the people around me and some celebrities .

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📀I have a theory that when as a person we approach spirituality , our experiences depends on the influence of either rahu or ketu , if you have more influence of rahu , you are meant to learn through books , teachers , observations and you can channel tarot , if you have more influence of ketu you will see spirits , indulge in spiritual endeavours and most likely have OBE and shifting realities will be easier for you . I have seen this pattern among two people . But that's a theory so if possible can you tell me your dominance and the way you approach spirituality .

📀Vishakha nakshatra has the symbolism of branches and mula nakshatra has the symbolism of roots so they're counterparts of each other , like the saying goes " as above so below" , vishakha nakshatra express their toxicity by holding it inside them whereas mula, channel them . But that doesn't entirely mean both of them are toxic , there are many non harmful ways of realising it .

📀 Purva bhadrapada men have the tendency to use their female counterpart's resources for their own benefits .

📀With the presence of pitris as deitis for magha they have the ability to see ghosts or their ancestors. For example : Demi Lovato having Magha sun and singing to ghosts .

📀Maghas can look into the past , in the same way , shatabhisha's have the ability of seer's or prediction .

📀Jyeshthas may have scandals related to their sexual nature .

📀Purva bhadrapada's also relate to the state after death , where they can either look into the past as well as future ,providing judgement and making decisions

📀Uttara Bhadrapada's are amazing poets and writers , don't be shy love send me your poetry , I'd love to read .

📀Hasta's write mainly write about the surroundings , things they do in a day etc , whereas Uttara Bhadrapada's also write about spiritual topics correlating them .

📀Chitra denotes architecture , the Virgo placements are interested in engineering , being a scientist , architecture , whereas the Libra placements are into Aesthetic creations & artistry , I'd love to see your art .

📀Jyeshtha natives are initially seen as babies or naive until they do greater things then everyone respects them .

📀Jyeshtha's are also very much into the concept of metamorphosis and transformation , Eg : Nicole Kidman once said : her conception of character acting involves metamorphosing gradually into something that she feels is so 'other' that she frequently speaks of losing herself or getting lost in the role, and her preparedness to challenge herself in this respect has continually surprised other actors, directors and producers. Hilary Duff has an album named " metamorphosis " .

📀Tell me if you are a cat yoni ( Ashlesha , Punarvasu) , tell me if you have had a random unexplainable urge to bite a revati 💀.

📀Dhanishthas are so charming , so magnetic so attractive .

📀Sun dominant woman be ruling the world with their glow , their presence literally lights up the room , but due to that a lot of people depend on them , if you are sun dominant beware of who you provide your energy to.

📀Most sun dominant woman have clear colouring and moon dominant woman have soft colouring .

📀If you have the same Nakshatra sun placement as someone , initially you may fight with them , then become friends like ride or die friends .

📀Check your ketu and see the people around they may have the same one , my bestfriend , hater and favourite singer have the same ketu as mine.

📀Dhanishtha's have a very rich outer life , but sometimes they may feel hollow from within , please adress your feelings you deserve love , a lot of it , much falling out of your cup . Eg : Marilyn Monroe , Princess Diana .

📀Shravana's have thirst for knowledge and maybe very efficient in learning foreign languages .

📀A part of having a rahu dominace is struggling in understanding simple subjects but then excelling at the advanced ones . For eg : struggling at a problem about rope tension but then you absolutely know and understand the multiverse theory , dimensions etc .

📀 Shravana's may have the ability of clairaudience .

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That's all thank you so much for reading 💗.

Thank you so much for your likes , re blogs , comments , follow ups seriously it makes me so happy and grateful 🤍🤍🤍

Do not plagiarize my work 🔪!

Have a great day / night 🍀💫.

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feytouched · 19 days

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hi ieva!! i was reading through your poems and i’ve fallen in love with the way you write all over again ( . ̫.) which poet(s) do you draw the most inspiration from stylistically / are your favourites if you don’t mind me asking? :O

hi! thank you so much ;w; <33

i would say my greatest stylistic inspirations are mary oliver and mary szybist (i think these are quite transparent, they inform a lot of my personal style), as well as simon armitage (i admire the way his language flows, he makes great use of cadence in his poetry), seamus heaney and gillian clarke (big inspirations in terms of the beauty of their descriptions of nature). i also love ee cummings though most of my poetry has little in common with that style, i admire the freedom of it. and then probably my favourite poet ever, rilke: i can't even begin to reach the transcendental quality of his writing, but i can admire it and strive towards it all the same, and it's been a guide and comfort on many occasions.

other poets i like: wendy cope (of course. i was here when every other post was a quote from the orange! and it was glorious!), dorianne laux (i think her style also influenced the way i write), basho (every now and then i reread on love and barley in a single sitting and it makes me feel things), louise glück, derek mahon... just some of the names gracing my poetry shelf

obligatory 'i haven't even written any poetry in almost two years so i'm not even really a poet any more i'm just a seed in the dark waiting for the drive to write to pour over me again' disclaimer !

#answered #poetry

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scribble-dribble-writes · 11 months

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heyy,

i’ve been feeling a bit down lately and am in need of some comfort, so i’m requesting an Obi-Wan x fem!reader one-shot. She has had a stressfull week and he wants to help her but for him to be able to help her she has to talk about the things that run through her head. But she’ll never do that cuz she doesnt want to burden him with her problems (she not used to having someone care for her that deeply). So he tries everything to make sure she knows that she will never be a burden to him and that he wants to help her the way she always helps him.

Hope u csn work with that. Feel free to change stuff. Lots of love<3

(preferably modern-AU)

Hey! It took me a while to get to this request but I hope it cheers you up 💖

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Deadlines and confessions

You hid yourself in the most quiet and abandoned aisle within your college library. This week had been strenuous, with exams approaching and assignments deadlines not letting you sleep. You needed a moment of peace. All the uncertainties loomed over your head, you needed those grades, your rent was due in a week and your shift hours had been low. You felt alone and stressed, so sitting on the carpeted floor near shelves of books seemed like the perfect place to get away.

No one can find you here.

“Why are you hiding in the library?”, you recognized him by the sound of his voice.

Obi wan was the last person you wanted to bump into. You both started out as classmates but then ended up being best friends. But he had one of those rare qualities where he would go to any extent to help anyone. If he knew of your situation, he would jump in to help, even if you said no, so you didn’t want to exploit his kindness like that. He had submissions and exams as well, he had a life of his own and you didn’t want to be a burden to him.

“I’m not hiding.”, you replied, your eyes were heavy lidded and your answer didn’t have its usual zest.

“Yes, you are.”, he took a seat next to you carrying two cups of coffee.

“The abandoned mystery section is for hiding, the poetry section is for passing gossip and the romance section is for first dates.”, he reiterated your favourite spots within this place.

“I should have never told you about it.”, you rested your head on the wall behind you as he held a cup towards you. You accepted it, grateful that in small ways he could read your mind.

“You’ve also been ghosting my messages and ignoring me.”, he said it in a matter of fact tone as he slipped his drink.

“I’ve just had a lot on my plate. That’s all.”, you shrugged as you took a sip of the warm drink in your hand, letting the silence hang between the two of you.

“You only tell me the good stuff.”, he leaned back too.

“That’s not how friendships work.”, you rolled your eyes as he lectured you, trying to tip toe his way into solving your problems.

“Its called being transparent.”, he quipped allowing his hand to rest next to yours.

“And then you can waltz into my life to be the knight in shining armor only to prove that I can do nothing on my own.”, you retorted but his silence only meant that this statement was too personal for a joke.

“Sorry.”, you apologized and pulled down your hoodie to hide your face.

“Well, atleast I was right. Something is bothering you.”, he nudged your shoulder to let you know he didn’t take offence.

“That’s when you turn into a grumpy troll.”, he chuckled.

“Now hold on a minute.”, you face him, his laugh eliciting the same response from you. But as you settled back into the silence, his expression grew serious.

“What is it?”, he proded again and you thought that by telling him a little, it might actually ease the weight on your shoulders.

You placed your head on his shoulder, to your surprise he took your hand in his. Always eluding to the fact that this could be more if only you could give him the password to your metaphorical door.

“My exams are near and I’ve haven’t prepared for it. I also have bills due and nothing is in my account. I am also exhausted and so so sleepy.”, you yawned finally as you heard him hum in response.

“Now, I know you are capable of dealing with all this on your own.”, he spoke gently.

“But maybe this once I could help shoulder your load?”, he asked as you turned to see him.

“What about your deadlines?”, you furrowed your brows.

“I’ll work around it.”, he smiled.

“Obi wan, you don’t have to go out of your way.”, you pushed away from him to which he called your name.

“But I want to. I want to be there for you. And I hate it that you push me away.”, he grew frustrated.

“When you can waltz into my life and fix it up or lend a hand whenever misfortune strikes, I can do the same.”, he spoke passionately and all you could do was sit there and be mesmerized. Your cheeks grew warm, it was as though he was reassuring you that no matter what, he was never going to let you be alone.

“I want to be more than the box you put me in.”, he said finally, saying your name in the end as though there was no one else who could know you like him.

“So give me a chance.”, he pleaded and who could say no to those blue eyes.

“Fine.”, you conceded.

“I’ll let you help, just this once.”, you placed your head on his shoulder again and wrap your arm around his arm, feeling much lighter than before because you didn’t have to worry now.

“Also you’re in the wrong section.”, he mumbled.

“You literally mentioned this was the mystery aisle.”, you spoke with your eyes closed.

“So that I wouldn’t scare you off. I spent the whole day trying to find you.”, he replied.

“What aisle is this then?”, you asked and he took a second to respond.

“Romance.”, he whispered.

You turned to him to find his gaze was already on you.

Give me a chance

His statement echoed in your mind and maybe it had a more deeper meaning, a cry he had kept away for years.

Just the way you had been pining for him, always putting it away because of the timing or the situation you were in. But right this second, it felt good, that this was how it had to be.

“The truth is I can’t stop thinking about you.”, he said quietly like it was his most coveted secret, his cheeks and the tip of his ears turned red.

There wasn’t much to say, you knew everything about each other, so instead you leaned towards him slowly, his hands reached to cup the side of your face with a determination that he was ready for this, ready for this moment. His eyes slipped to your lips and everything after that was a blur. It was like the world had stopped spinning and the stars cheered you on and so you kissed him, he pulled you closer as he hummed with delight.

Him, finding you in this aisle felt a lot like fate reassuring you that this was right.

So maybe the stressful week was the way that it was because it was leading up to this very moment.

To his whispered ‘I love you’ and the comfort of his arms.

#obi wan my beloved #obi wan imagine #obi wan kenobi #obi wan fanfiction #obi wan x reader #obi wan #obiwan x reader #obiwan kenobi #obiwan x fluff

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prettyboyavasilva · 9 months

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thinking about pretty boy ava and a poem by ocean vuong with this line that goes “he lay beside me and placed a word on the nape of my neck, where it melted into a bead of whiskey. Gold rust down my back. We had been sailing for months. Salt in our sentences. We had been sailing - but the edge of the world was nowhere in sight.”

something inarticulate in that about the idea of ava going on t and beatrice also coming to understand things about her gender. how binary stars often exchange mass, how they can appear as a single star until you look more closely; their light eclipsing each other into a single burning point.

just, pretty boy ava and the way he shifts bea’s notion of magnetic north. of gender, too. bea getting braver, wearing a binder under her t-shirt, ava’s fingers tracing patterns on her sternum when they’re out together, hand-in-hand and the scent of their different colognes mingling in the air like tongues.

ava with short-cropped blond hair artfully or artlessly tousled, sometimes darting strands of other colors shot through it in comet-tails. ava doing his first muscle-up and hurrying down off the bar, grinning wide and finding beatrice watching, beaming. ava kissing her there with all the fresh hard lines of her body flush against bea’s chest, hips, and ava telling her that even touching is different now. mourning how bea used to feel under his fingers but memorizing her again with this new phenomenology.

the halo’s response to things… glowy sections at ava’s throat where it’s inspecting the slight thickening of vocal cords (though ava’s not on a high enough dose or on it for long enough to dip his voice down far). bea watching in amazement, in fear because what if the halo doesn’t want ava anymore? (it does and they have that in common) glimmers of light in ava’s jaw, his chest, as the halo learns to tell between change and injury.

ava going out in a tank top and bea staring dry-mouthed at the new lines of muscle picked out on his arms. bea brushing her mouth over faintly stubbly spots on ava’s jaw. bottom growth one of the first things ava notices and beatrice having read about 900 articles about it so she’s ready but she isn’t.

not for the way ava arches into her hand, the newness of it all in bea’s mouth and against her fingers. and there’s always been divinity in ava but there’s something about this reclamation of body, the solidness of ava’s arms and his shoulders and the hunger that comes with it. beatrice watching ava mow through protein bars and buy those 32 oz bottles of chocolate milk in the store. oddly abashed in the face of this enormous appetite that extends to her, to everything, to life itself.

oh this is incredible. 10/10. no notes. knew it was gonna slap the moment i saw there's a section of poetry

i dont know if i straight up mentioned it here but butch bea and prettyboy ava exist in the same universe in my head. love love the part with the halo, the halo is def a little bit aware and alive to me and plays favourites.

just so in love with how both of them relearning each other. ava's expanding energy and appetite. their love... their gender. OUGH... thank you anon

#tbh butch bea is in every version of them in my head #this has been marinating in my head since i got it #anon #ask #original #writing #pretty boy ava #avatrice #ava #beatrice

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Updated Top Favourite Authors

This is my current (2024) top favourite authors. The more I read about others that I considered favourites in the past the more I was aware about how they weren't favourites after all. These will probably never leave my top because they are the best of the best to me. There might be others that are close (like Joe Abercrombie, Juliet Mariller and Tolkien), but not quite there yet at least. Fair warning that all of my favourite authors have works I do not like.

Robin Hobb

The Realm of the Elderlings series had such a profound impact on me that I doubt any other work will ever surpass it. My favourite character of all time is in it and even though the series has flaws I can't help but love it in spite of that. The writing, the atmosphere, the character work, the themes... almost everything hits so right for my taste that is absurd. That said I did try the Soldier Son trilogy three or four times and I can't seem to get into it. I somehow still haven't given up because I keep thinking "maybe someday in the future". I am very delusional. Also, her works as Megan Lindholm that I tried also didn't captivate me nearly as much as that first series I read. She somehow hit the mark with that world and I still didn't find the same brilliance in her other works, but the impact of Realm of the Elderlings is so big that she is number one.

2. Oscar Wilde

The man, the myth, the legend. The Picture of Dorian Gray was not only the book that made me get into classics, it was also the book that made me get into reading. I was always an avid reader except for a period during high school where the only thing I read and reread was Harry Potter. That period of my life was filled with social situations so reading took a backseat. I went back to it and found my love for it again when I started to work, which sucked out my entire social life at the time. Reading was again a great comfort to me like it had been in my childhood and tween years and Oscar Wilde helped with that. That is also when I found out that I shamelessly plagiarized his The Happy Prince story in fourth grade because I had seen a cartoon adaptation on tv. It hit me how amazing it was that this author's works were having an impact on me that far back and without me knowing. I didn't even know what plagiarism was back then, but my teacher apparently didn't know that work because she loved my story and thought it original and emotional. Now, not all of his works are great. I think most of his poetry sucks, especially, and I don't like all of his plays. But, I recently reread The Picture of Dorian Gray in english this time (I own the complete works in english and this particular book in my mother tongue too) and I fell in love with it all over again. I also reread The Importance of Being Earnest and it still made me laugh really hard. So, just like Robin Hobb, it is this high up the list for the impact it had on me. My friends know that I am obsessed with RotE and Oscar Wilde so much that one of them brought me stuff with his face on it after she visited Ireland.

3. Kazuo Ishiguro

Somehow I think most people don't get his works the way I get them. Even from his first work that I read, that was also his first published book because it was the only one available in the library, I felt a strange connection with it. I can't explain how or why, but when I read an Ishiguro novel I feel calm and relaxed even if the plot isn't particularly that. It also always makes me think about something. I must say that I read his works translated (The Buried Giant being the only one I own in english and I haven't read it yet). But, his works were translated by different people and it always gives me the same feeling which makes me think it really is something about the author. Even if I rated his first book 3.5 stars or something like that I still think about it and I often think that I should rate it higher for that because 3 star books don't stay in my head like that. I don't know. This one I really can't say why it gets to me, but it does everytime. The only time that it didn't was when Ishiguro wrote short stories, but I also listened to those on audio so I am not sure if that is why the experience was different. Either way, I didn't really like the stories. I have been noticing that works with too much focus on music tend to be a miss for me, even though there are exceptions.

4. Terry Pratchett

Pure genius. I have only read Discworld books (and Good Omens), but even in that series it is very hit or miss. However, there are always moments in the books that make me go "oh, that was really good". When Discworld books work for me they really work. I am also one of those odd ducks that started with The Color of Magic and really liked it so I continued the series until there were no more books available in the library. I foolishly recommended people to start with that book and then they never read another Discworld book ever again. Nowadays I know better. Comedy is also hard to do because it will depend on a person's sense of humour. Since I like puns and clever social commentary, Discworld is my ideal brand of comedy. Plus, the characters can be quite charming. It reminds me of a very good cartoon.

5. Octavia E. Butler

The reason why she isn't higher on the list isn't only because Fledgling is an abomination. It is also because she always has identical themes in her works and similar main female characters. It is great that I do love those themes and the way she addresses them, but at a certain point it starts to feel almost like if you read one you have read them all, which isn't exactly true. Even though there are many similarities between her works, there are also some differences which are good enough to keep the readers engaged. I have yet to read her short stories and one of the series but I am looking forward to it. While I feel like the other authors on this list are brilliant at writing, Butler's style is simpler and straight to the point. It's her ideas that shine in her works. Plus, she is the author that made me not give up on scifi because it showed me that it can have heart and a focus on people instead of the just the science and technology.

The end

The similarities between my favourite authors is that there is a moment I realize that a lot of other people don't get it the way I do. When they read their words they don't feel the way I feel and they don't experience the wonder and the joy that I do. When I get that feeling is when I know an author is a favourite and it only becomes more of a certainty when I speak to people that felt the entire opposite or didn't feel anything at all. It didn't speak to them and that is alright. The authors that work for them probably mean nothing to me too, but I always like to hear people be passionate about their favourites as long as it's genuine and if it is it shows on their face. If you see this post feel free to tell me a bit about your favourite authors and why you love them :) I might find new favourites or get a new appreciation for them if I already know them.

#top favourite authors #robin hobb #oscar wilde #kazuo ishiguro #terry pratchett #octavia e. butler #booklr

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