#and if three dog doesn't win i'm ending it all

[yikes-strikes-again]

enough arguing about which Fallout game is objectively better blah blah et. al. It's time for the real questions.

#and if three dog doesn't win i'm ending it all #fallout #fo3 #fnv #fo4 #fo76 #fallout 3 #fallout new vegas #new vegas #fallout 4 #fallout 76 #yikes audio tag #poll #video games

[meangirls-imagines]

Revenge of the Nerds (but like, hotter)

WARNINGS: none really. y/n kicks shane oman's ass. regina is kinda turned on. regina takes care of reader.

BASED ON THIS REQUEST: @droppedmyhotpocket: For your requests, unless you already have some, you could do Regina with a shy reader that ends up like beating someone up for talking bad abt Gina ☺️ honestly I would do it too like no lie

Okay.

Let's start from the beginning.

Y/N Y/L/N and Regina George have been dating practically since seventh grade. The news broke when Jason Weems told the entire school that he saw Regina and Y/N making out by the softball fields.

Regina embraced it, making a show out of kissing Y/N in front of everyone at lunch. From that point on, everyone knew not to mess with Y/N, or they would face Regina's wrath.

Well, almost everyone.

Enter Shane Oman.

Quarterback of the football team. Hottest guy in school. (According to him).

For the longest time, he had pined over Regina. Years even. He was one of the only ones in school that had a problem with Regina and Y/N being a couple. He believed it should've been him.

Y/N wasn't fit for Regina in his eyes. She was a nerd, she didn't talk to anyone but the Plastics. He just didn't get it.

Him and Regina would make the perfect prom king and queen in his eyes and he would do anything to make it happen.

He could never get close to Y/N due to Regina and the plastics always being around her, so he needed to plan. There was only one instance where Y/N was alone, right before lunch. That's when he was going to execute his plan: plant insecurities, make them break up, win Regina.

He had no idea of the shit storm that was about to happen.

Y/N was stood near the entrance to the cafeteria, looking down at her textbook. She was reading an excerpt out of her history book when it was knocked out of her hands.

She sighed and looked up to find Shane Oman standing smugly in front of her. "Can I help you with something Shane?" He scoffed. "Yeah, actually. Stay away from Regina. She doesn't want you." It was Y/N's turn to scoff. "Shane, you come at me with this same argument every week, dude. Let it go."

She reached down to grab her history book but it was kicked away by Shane. "Your guard dog isn't around to help you, nerd. You’re in my territory now." Y/N sighed, standing up straight again. "For the last time, Regina isn't my guard dog." She could feel the rage beginning to boil over.

Shane smirked. "Oh. My bad. She's actually your bitch."

What happened next shocked not only Shane, but the group of students that had gathered to watch the exchange.

Y/N cocked her arm back and swung as hard as she could, clocking Shane in the eye, knocking him on the ground. She proceeded to take advantage of Shane being stunned and began to wildly swing on the boy.

He shook himself out of it and began to fight back, landing a few good (really good) hits on Y/N. Coach Carr happened to be walking down the hall when he saw the commotion. He immediately pushed through the group of students, effectively breaking thought up, dragging the two to Principal Duvall.

Regina George was on a mission. Her combat boots smacking against the vinyl floor of the hallway as she stomped her way to Principal Duvall's office. His secretary opened her mouth to scold the blonde but quickly shut up at her glare.

She barged into the office, startling all three in the room. Her rage increased at the sight of her sweet, teddy bear of a girlfriend nursing a bloody face and a forming black eye. "What did Shane do?" Principal Duvall spoke up. "Ms. George, this doesn't concern you." Regina gave the man her famous ice bitch glare which shut him up.

She softened at the sight of her girlfriend. "What did Shane do?" Shane spoke up. "That bitch needs to be on a leash Regina! She's crazy!" The blonde whipped around, getting in the boy's face.

"The next words that come out of your mouth better be "I'm sorry for ruining your perfect face Y/N" or you will be receiving your meals through a fucking tube for the rest of your pathetic life. Do you understand me?" Shane nodded rapidly, shutting his mouth and remaining silent.

Regina smirked and faced back to Y/N. "What did he do baby?" Her tone was noticeably softer than before. Y/N went through the whole story, explaining how Shane insulted Regina and pushed her over the edge.

Regina took a deep breath and looked at the principal. "So how long is Shane suspended for?" Mr. Duvall stuttered. "Well, Regina. You have to understand, Y/N swung first." The blonde glared. "Shane called me an inappropriate name and shoved my girlfriend. It was self defense."

Duvall stuttered again. Regina held a hand up. "I would hate for my father, who puts a good chunk of his salary into this school, to get word that the principal is allowing LGBTQ+ students to get assaulted for being who they are." She smiled that devilish smile, making Mr. Duvall swallow nervously.

Shane got suspended for a whole week while Y/N just got sent home for the day. Luckily for her, Regina decided to skip and take Y/N to her house. Y/N's parents were notorious for always traveling for work so they were never home. Because of this, Y/N was usually at the George household.

After Regina had treated Y/N's injuries, (and kissed every single one), the couple snuggled up on Regina's huge bed, watching Love Island. Regina was the big spoon tonight, adamantly saying that cuddles will heal Y/N faster.

After a few episodes, Regina noticed that Y/N was fast asleep on her chest. She smiled, setting an alarm for Y/N to take more painkillers before falling asleep herself, dreaming of Shane Oman.....

Getting eaten by lions.

#regina george x reader #regina george imagine #mean girls imagines #mean girls 2024

[stawbeemilk]

⤷ relationship headcanons – hq

✩ characters: hinata, bokuto, tendou

✩ warnings: f!reader

✩ a/n: i had so much fun writing the first part so i'm doing more!! i love these three so much it's actually insane

⭑ hinata

⤷ you two are so cute together it's almost sickening, you're definitely that couple who everyone is lowkey jealous of because of how utterly infatuated you are with each other

⤷ hinata literally adores you so much, he sometimes annoys his friends and teammates because of how much he talks about you

⤷ he tries to dial it back but he can't help it, he just loves you so much— you and volleyball occupy pretty much all of his thoughts <3

⤷ hinata is literally a ray of sunshine, he always knows how to make you feel better when you're having a bad day

⤷ likes to send you good morning and good night texts when the two of you are apart, it's his way of showing you that he's thinking of you

⤷ he definitely prefers to be the little spoon when cuddling, but gets super embarrassed if you ever mention it in front of anyone

⤷ hinata thinks you look adorable in his clothes, whenever you put on one of his t-shirts and it's all loose and oversized on you it makes him weak in the knees— you're just too cute <3

⤷ he can't explain why but he gets so flustered whenever you wear his jersey and will start blushing and fumbling his words

⤷ loves to randomly pick you up and spin you around, lifting you so effortlessly as if you weigh nothing to him

⤷ lets you do his makeup because he gets to see your face up close, he thinks you look so pretty when you're focused and will have a lovesick grin plastered on his face the entire time

⤷ likes doing chores with you such as cleaning the house or buying groceries together, but every time you go shopping he somehow always manages to get lost and you end up spending half of the trip looking for each other

⤷ hinata is always showering you with compliments, and will call you beautiful at least three times a day

⤷ overall a huge sweetheart <3

⭑ bokuto

⤷ when bokuto falls in love, he falls hard— he adores absolutely everything about you and genuinely thinks the world of you

⤷ he's a very affectionate boyfriend, definitely gives the best hugs and makes you feel so safe when he wraps those beefy arms around you <3

⤷ he loves pda and will happily kiss you regardless of who's watching, but only if you're okay with it!! he never wants to make you uncomfortable and will definitely tone it down if you ask him to

⤷ bokuto can't sleep without you, when the two of you are away from each other he always has to call you and listen to your voice or else he won't be able to sleep

⤷ whenever you're sad he will do everything in his power to try and cheer you up or comfort you— likes to break out the puppy dog eyes if you refuse to tell him why you're upset

⤷ if you have an argument, he's always the first to apologise, even if he wasn't in the wrong

⤷ the first time you took him to a yakiniku restaurant on a date he very nearly got down on one knee and proposed to you

⤷ no matter how busy bokuto is with volleyball, he always manages to make time for you

⤷ he loves when you come to his games and cheer for him, and whenever he scores a point he'll make a heart with his hands at you

⤷ regardless of whether the team wins or loses, you always give him the biggest hug afterwards and tell him how proud of him you are

⤷ bokuto enjoys watching you do your skincare routine and will be over the moon when you ask him if he wants to do it with you

⤷ he would be lying if he said he understood what any of your products actually were, but he loves the feeling of you applying all the different creams and serums to his face

⤷ he's such a golden retriever bf

⭑ tendou

⤷ tendou still doesn't understand how he managed to end up with someone as gorgeous as you, he honestly thinks he's the luckiest guy on earth

⤷ literally worships the ground you walk on

⤷ he still can't believe he gets to wake up next to you, and he sometimes has to pinch himself in the morning to make sure he isn't dreaming

⤷ the first time you called him handsome he cried

⤷ tendou gets so excited if you're someone who also likes anime, the two of you binge watch so many shows together and he'll talk about his favourite characters with you for hours

⤷ takes you on cute little café and park dates

⤷ he's also quite spontaneous and will do things like randomly surprise you with tickets to disneyland or the eiffel tower

⤷ likes to sneak up behind you and scare you for absolutely no reason, he thinks it's so cute when you get mad at him for it

⤷ tendou actually gets really insecure if he catches someone else flirting with you— it's not that he doesn't trust you, because he does more than anything, it's just that there's always a voice in the back of his mind telling him you could do so much better than him </3

⤷ needs a lot of cuddles and reassurance from you, please tell him that he's good enough and that you love him just the way he is

⤷ if you have a sweet tooth, he likes to surprise you by bringing you little chocolates home from work <3

⤷ he's so touched starved, when the two of you first started dating it caught him so off guard when you would show him affection

⤷ but as time went on and he grew accustomed to your touch it wasn't long before he revealed his clingy side to you— asking you for cuddles and kisses all the time and sending you texts while he's at work saying that he misses you

⤷ protect him

⤷ please do not repost my works on any other sites!

#★彡 elle’s writings .ᐟ #hinata shouyou #hinata x reader #hinata x you #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto x you #tendou satori #tendou x reader #tendou x you #𐙚 ‧+ ̊ ⋅fem .ᐟ

[gunpowdercarousel]

I feel like BG3 has some really interesting themes of emasculation

Throughout the game it's rare to find a major male character that's depicted as traditionally strong or even 'strong' in any way without having some crippling weakness or insecurity. Even just beyond the simple fact that all three male origin characters have EIGHT STRENGTH, there's deeper stuff.

Wyll: The legendary Blade of Frontiers, a folkloric hero and champion of the people, who is powerless before his master - a woman. She literally treats him like a dog - a puppy even - and is always there to drag him back down the instant he gets too confident in himself. His questline is mostly defined by his sense of powerlessness, especially in the face of the seemingly untouchable woman he serves.

Gale: Used to make love to a literal goddess, only for her to dump his ass. He nearly killed himself trying to figure out a way to win her back, only to be left with a curse that's basically ruined his life. And the first interaction between them we see in the game is her telling him via messenger to kill himself for her sake. And he is totally willing to do so.

Astarion: On the surface, he seems like a suave and confident flirt; a rake. He's full of himself, has a zest for life, loose morals, and overall just seems like a debaucherous playboy, when in reality he's deeply traumatized from two centuries of being tortured, abused, and used. He feels broken and powerless, and is so thoroughly desperate for some degree of power that he'll try reading the Necronomicon without a second thought just in hopes it'll help him.

Ketheric Thorm: A man defined by his relationship to the women in his life. He lost his mind when his wife died and somehow lost it AGAIN when his daughter died. He gave up everything he had - his own identity - to try and bring her back, only for her to hate and scorn him. And in the end, his skull is crushed to pulp by his daughter's girlfriend. The same woman who he drew his immortality from. His awesome power - his indestructability - was something he siphoned away from a woman.

Raphael: The scheming, suave, smooth-talking devil who seems untouchably powerful and impossibly smug throughout the entire game. And yet, when you finally infiltrate his House of Hope, you find out he's really completely terrible in bed, has low self-esteem, and is desperate to prove himself. In many ways he's pathetic. Impressive in the beginning, certainly, when you're utterly powerless before him, but by the time you actual visit his manor you see him for what he truly is: an angry, little man full of hot air.

Cazador: A victim of his own master, who's just desperate for power. Despite being a terrifyingly powerful vampire lord and one of the most powerful and influential people in the city, he just comes across as pathetic and whiny when you finally meet him in person.

Meanwhile, if you look at many of the women in the game - Vlaakith, Mystra, Zariel, Mizora, Shar - they're god-like in power, if not the most morally righteous people in the world, to say the least. Hell, the main villain of the game - the Absolute - is depicted with a feminine voice.

It's just kind of interesting to me how the game depicts so many men in the game as being weak, ineffectual, or pathetic. And yet for the Origin boys it doesn't do it in a scornful or negative way. It just depicts them as flawed people and victims, either of themselves or of circumstance. It doesn't try to show the male heroes being especially strong or cool, it's more than happy to depict them as soft and weak and vulnerable.

It's the seemingly impressive male villains that the game likes to tear down and expose for being pathetic weaklings, which - of course - I'm fine with xD

I'm sure I've missed some other characters, like Gortash or whatever, but these are the main ones that came to mind.

Anyway, just a random thought.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #wyll #wyll ravengard #wyll bg3 #bg3 astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion

[wolven91]

thinking about a watchmaker in your universe. someone who's job was to repair small, extremely intricate devices that are redundant in space. i mean, why would you spend so much time and effort finding and fixing a watch when an ai can do it without having to be wound every couple weeks and fixed every couple months? even if you do want a watch you can just get a digital one that has more functions and is more durable at a fraction of the price and effort.

so they change jobs. maybe to a more useful one that still uses their skills in manipulating small, intricate parts. maybe repairing and replacing the small chips and processors in those very same electronics that replaced those mechanical watches they love so much.

their job pays very well, and eventually they save up quite a bit of money. they're constantly checking all sorts of places, both legal and illegal, for anything from earth. when suddenly they find it. a collection of old and "new" earth watches. most of them are broken or damaged, but with a reference now they can start making new parts. they start selling the refurbished watches to earth collectors, and they eventually make enough to start their own small business making brand new designs. it doesn't make a ton of money, but they can finally return to the thing they love, making and fixing watches.

Time Flys

Edward sighed quietly as he sat on the raised balcony, overlooking the promenade. The general buzz of the hustle and bustle was too far below him to be of bother to the human. 

It was a nice view, the end of the street opened up into the park area where rolling hills and artificial waterfalls gave an idealist appearance. Glancing up, he could see the edge of the Mar'Tor's Vow nebula slowly moving over head through the great glass dome.

The old man ached for home and sighed again.

He was getting on in his years now and he was struck with a wave of nostalgia. How he wished he could see Orion's belt from the place he remembered it from. He didn't want to *go* see Orion's Belt, he wanted to see it as he remembered it. Clear as a bell, the three bright dots that sat in the centre of a familiar constellation. His chest hurt from the memory.

"Hey Old Dog." Rumbled a firm voice from behind him, causing his heart to jump just a little. Quiet little blighter.

"Morning Young Pup." Edward growled back with a smirk on his face. The human leaned back in his chair and let his head roll to the side as the canid stalked around the seat to plonk herself down on the chair to his side.

"You're early for your ass wuppin'?" Edward teased, referencing how Snarlp had yet to beat him at Chess since he had taught her the rules. The canid solider wasn't dumb, she had even taught him a few things about bold tactics and how it was indeed possible to punch through a strong defence to put a king on the backfoot, but the canid had yet to figure out subtle tactics.

"I *will* beat you old timer. You've been winning by the fur on your nose these last few games... But... No, that can wait. I got something you might like." The youthful creature grumbled back, her firm tone like gravel in a blender. She wasn't aggressive with Edwards, well she was, but not physically. She was challenging him for his 'place' in the friendship between the two of them. Just as Edward liked it.

Honestly, it was just good fun for him, definitely kept his mind sharp. It felt like he was a captain of a pirate ship; the moment he let his guard down one of his 'salty dogs' would bloodily tear control of his ship from him; it was life and death that he kept his wits. Edwards sighed and smiled, all metaphorically of cause. Snarlp would see her arm torn off before she laid a single claw on the human, Edward knew this.

"You know I'm not interested in that VR nonsense. It was fad before and it's a fad now." He dismissed, more alarmed that Snarlp could be back on the track of trying to have Edward 'try new things'. Edward was happy in his rut. He didn't *like* the new things.

As a human, Edward was old fashioned. Back home, he'd been a watch maker. He could recall off the top of his head how to pull apart and putback together any number of models of watch. At night, to get to sleep, he would mentally repair or build watches for himself.

But alas, amongst the stars, there was no need or desire for mechanical watches. The aliens all wanted digital, with bells and whistles that no clockwork watch could match. Not to mention that Edward couldn't get the printer to work the way he wanted. He needed a scan of some kind. Snarlp had been the one to explain it to him which had broken his heart somewhat. Still, she'd meant well, and it just solidified that his generation, the first off planet, were the last humans that remembered Earth as it was. They were dying out.

"It's not 'Virtual Reality' Old Dog, it's Simulated Environments, and *no*, I'm not showing you something new. I know it'll have your heart attack you or something." The canid growled as she picked up the pitcher of water that sat on the table between them, causing the ice and strange purple fruit that floated in it to 'clink' against the glass. Edward watched her as she sniffed at it, sneered, then downed a large gulpful, straight from the pitcher. There goes having another glass of that any time soon.

Well... He'd need to go get another one anyway.

"It better be nearby. It's forty-two steps to the toilet and that's a 'tactical' decision for me these days. I ain't going on an adventure." Edward warned. The walking stick next to his chair alleviated the pains in his hips, but it still hurt something rotten. He had sworn the canid to secrecy once she had figured out that he was in agony when he walked. Edward wasn't about to let no scientist near him again. He'd let them sire countless bastards from his genetics once already and he wasn't about to let them do it a second time.

Poor things didn't even know he was their father.

"Good thing I brought it here then, isn't it?" Snarlp replied, bouncing up and out of the chair with the energy of a creature that had yet to wake up four times in one night.

"But you couldn't bring it out here?" Edward questioned, tilting his head, and narrowing his eyes.

"By the *moons* do you want your surprise or not?!" Snarlp snapped. Putting her hands on her hips and leaning forward with a glare. Despite being decades younger than him, the aura she had was of Edward's disapproving mother. The tone still made his blood run cold.

"Ugh, fine. You're getting me one of those 'bear wraps' if this isn't worth it." Edwards grumbled as he leant forward and snatched up his stick in a huff. Snarlp stepped forward and ignored the slap across her hands from Edwards as he tried to bat her away. She persisted in helping and he was grateful. Her strength was mighty, pulling him up as if he were no more than a small bag of spuds, yet she was gentle enough that not even her razor-sharp claws broke the man's thin paper-like skin.

"Firstly, it's worth it. Secondly, you *know* you're not allowed the ursidain food anymore. It'll... it's not good for you." Snarlp retorted as Edward found his feet and began to shuffle towards the building, warming up his limbs again so he could move with purpose. They both ignored the genuine tone of fear in her words.

"Bah. You sound like that fool of a guardian." He dismissed, referencing the diminutive taurian the government had assigned him. Edward had no time for that wet blanket. Everything was sniffles and 'eh hem' before the little bull spoke. It drove Edward up the wall.

"Yeah well, they've basically made me your guardian now." Snarlp admitted, much to Edwards shock, but secret elation.

"Now I *know* they want me to keel over. You might win a game then as well." He jabbed, grinning as they got to the door into the apartment.

"I could just throw you over that balcony you know?"Snarlp suggested, briefly thrusting a thumb back the way they came. Edward just chuckled while Snarlp grinned a mouth full of sharp teeth.

The pair entered Edward's apartment and in the centre was his dining table. A huge monstrosity, but necessary in the event an ursidain came to dinner. On top of the giant table however was something new. A massive metal crate. It looked like a chest, oblong in shape with a hinged lid. The red light over the lock on one side showed that it was currently sealed.

"I knew it. You don't see old folk around here because you liquidise them!" Edward hollered, trying to pull his arm from the canid's grip while staring at the box that could hold him within with ease. He didn't actually believe that, but had joked with Snarlp that, that was what they did with people who got too old and just mixed them into the food.

"Will you shut it; you stale fart! *You* don't see old people because *they* are smart and move to paradise worlds! Nobody would want you but me anyway! Now, sit down and let me open this thing!" Snarlp ordered, easily handling his little outburst and guided him to the head of the table. To be fair to the young canid, she had always had him sit in a chair of importance or priority.

He settled and eyed the box, unsure what she was about to spring on him. Snarlp ignored Edward for the moment and placed her thumb against the biometrics. The man paid attention to what was on the side of the crate, a stencilled version of the Galactic Community Administration office emblem. This crate was their property, something they loathed to give up. Edward eyed it wearily.

"I saw this going very differently, do you know how hard it was to convince them to give me this? I expected you to be like a pup getting into their first bit of trouble."

"Can you blame me? You've stuck me into firefights before!"

"In a simulated environment! You were perfectly safe."

"I got shot!"

"You should have kept your head down instead of shouting at me, not my fault a separatist sniper got you."

The lock clicked, silencing them both and the crate hissed as the lid popped open a fraction. Hermetically sealed? Whatever was inside had been sat in stasis. Snarlp lifted the lid and carefully made sure it didn't damage the table once it was fully open. From Edward's position, he couldn't see what was inside, but Snarlp reached in and gently, so gently that Edward had never seen her move with such care, plucked an item from within.

At first, the old man didn't know what he was looking at, so cradled as it was in her palms as she brought it to Edward. But as she carefully placed it on the polished table in front of him, he was struck with understanding.

The man's heartbeat in his chest at a pace not felt since he was 'shot'.

It was a small, cheap, watch.

With shaking hands, he picked it up and turned it over, to inspect the clock face. The second hand ticked by the battery life saved thanks to the stasis. According to the hands, it was 10:32.

While he was merely staring at the device, shocked to his core for seeing such an old artifact of Earth, a second one was placed in front of him by Snarlp, who merely reached for a third out of the box.

Edward stood sharply, sending the chair toppling off the raised platform that meant Edward could sit at the table at the same height as any guest. Snarlp's head whipped round but froze, her hand inches above the crate, holding a digital watch. It showed 12:32 AM.

"How many..." Edward began, unable to ask.

"Loads. It's what intake collected from whoever was rescued." The canid replied softly, aware of the significance.

"What?"

"When you humans were rescued, there wasn't really a plan. Intake was messy. Some counters collected personal items, some didn't. This box is full of those timekeepers you were on about." She explained, plucking two more from the box. It was full to the brim with watches. Just watches.

"H-how... I thought they'd all be...?"

"Sold? Yeah, most human stuff was. But this crate was labelled wrong. They think it was because whoever labelled it was going to sell it on, but chances were they were arrested before they got a chance." The canid knocked a knuckle against the foreign text on the side, next to the stencil. "Storage folk saw the label, did their job correctly and bam. A veritable Lithium Mine left to gather dust."

"I take it we can't keep these." Edward asked, turning over the first watch in his hands. Cheap, but now priceless. It did its job nearly forty years later, ticking away.

"We can't no." Snarlp agreed, and Edward's heart fell. "You can though." She finished, deliberately taking a second to complete her sentence. Edward snapped his head back up at the now grinning canid.

"You're a cruel bitch! What are you saying?!"

"These are yours now. Government can't sell them and returning human artifacts to a human is a easy win in the PR department."

Edward had to brush his sleeve against the corners of his eyes whilst sniffing, but the canid didn't jab him for his display.

"Saying they're yours... You could... scan one?" Snarlp suggested. "I can think of more than a few people on this station alone that would want a mechanical watch. You could teach me to repair them too... You said you would..."

Edward sighed and smiled, he felt like he had a purpose again.

"They're not anything fancy... you can't get VR from them like your consoles."

"Oh my *moons*!! It's not 'VR' and you can't get SE from *just* a console!"

#conservationverse #cuddleverse #human #hfy #haso #humans are space orcs #furry #human x furry #canid #werewolf

[the-insomniac-emporium]

HCs for how some of the Resident Lover leads would take care of a sick MC

Because I have a cold and it's kicking my ass. Short, simple, and typed up on my phone. Features: Daniela, Miranda, and Cassandra. Will probably do the others at some point, just had the most thoughts with these three

Daniela:

Tries to stay as close to you as she can without getting herself sick, but almost always ends up catching your cold.

You'll ask for a kiss and she'll give you one on your forehead, and if you pout she'll say something like "sick homies get forehead kisses only". Continue pouting and she'll start pouting too, commencing a battle of puppy-dog eyes. It's honestly 50/50 who wins

Offers to bring you to the skatepark if you think fresh air might help. Also 100% willing to skate to the store and back to get you whatever you need.

Will attempt to cuddle with you in such a way that you're not breathing on her, hoping that'll be enough to keep from getting sick. It is not.

Inevitably catches whatever you have and finally calls up Bela for some of that magic soup.

Miranda:

Somewhat surprisingly (considering how many times she's lost you), Miranda doesn't get too worried or fussy over your health. At least not for a run-of-the-mill cold. But don't you dare start showing unusual symptoms (aka anything she hasn't seen from you before) or she WILL get fussy, in that "I'm worried and therefore feel the need to exert all possible control over this situation" type of way.

Sets alarms/reminders for you to take your medicine, wants you to text her confirmation that you've taken it.

Initially, Miranda attempts to buy food/drinks for you, but eventually realizes that she's not great at selecting stuff for you while you're sick. So instead, she'll give you a phone number and say you can use it like a personal DoorDash (it's either Mia or Caldwell, probably).

Depending on how long your cold lasts, she might get "fed up with her temporary assistant" (she just misses you SO much) and work from home.

Cassandra:

Her behavior largely depends on whether or not either of you are currently involved in a production. Best case scenario? Neither of you are, and she can focus on keeping you as comfortable as possible, bringing you sweet treats from her coffee trips. She'll probably also bring flowers and tea from Donna's shop.

If she's in a production and you're not?... She loves you, but she is NOT getting sick. Wears a mask, keeps a bottle of hand sanitizer in her pocket, keeps physical contact to a bare minimum (no matter how sad it makes her). Doubles the number of treats she brings in an attempt to make up for it.

If both of you are in a production?... Prepare to be exposed to the most foul, unholiest concoctions ever conceived by theatre kids. Even if you have an understudy, Cassandra will try to get you to at the very least make opening night. By the time your cold is over, you will have exactly 3 intact memories of what occurred during your illness, but reviews will call your performance inspired and passionate. You get the feeling that whatever you drank has theoretically barred you from any positive kind of afterlife, somehow.

#cassandra's concoctions would rival my own (remember that mine has two different kinds of energy drinks) #resident lover #resident lover headcanons #mother miranda #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu

[starsomens]

Noah and his not so gamer girl imagine cause I'm bored and have a bunch of ideas to share with the world. hey Siri, play Video Games by Lana Del Rey.

you're not the type to spend free time playing video games. it's just not exactly your form of escapism, you prefer listening to music, dancing, watching movies and tv shows, cooking, even crying your heart out over tiktok videos with cute puppies, basically anything. but playing games? not really. and it's not because you suck at it, nah, absolutely not. or is it?

but Noah loves video games and sometimes you're in a mood to share his passion despite the lack of fast reaction, coordination or even gaming experience. it doesn't matter. more so, this is the only time being really bad at something benefits you.

this is his chance to be your knight in shining armour and he gladly takes the opportunty. he's gonna carry you the whole match/round/level/quest/whatever that is if you're struggling without making you feel useless. oh, you can't progress through that one hideous quidditch match in an old Harry Potter game? don't worry honey, he's gonna take care of that while you can sit beside him with you cup of hot chocolate and chill.

actually, this level is worse than he thought, so you sit there for half an hour watching him cursing the game, the broom, the whole existence of the world and it's the funniest thing ever. streamer Noah was and still is your favorite era of his and now you have an exclusive access to it irl.

remember Among Us? this may be the only game you're good at. not just good - excellent, you're a pro mind gamer. whenever you get the imposter role you make sure to either kill Noah first just to mess with him while he's screaming 'I knew it' down the hall or to keep him alive til the very end acting soooo very innocent that it blows his mind to find out it was you all along.

Noah, however, is still in his knight arc so he keeps you alive because he just can't do it to you. that makes him lose all the time because everone knows if you're still running around it's him not being able to kill you again. or when he's a crewmate and gets killed, his little ghost follows you everywhere you go as your little guardian angel. it's sweet but he could be a bit more helpful in his afterlife doing the tasks to help you win sooner though.

you have this love-hate relationship with horror games. you're intrigued and scared as fuck at the same time. Noah is not there to make it any easier for you. he loves to jumpscare you out of the sudden. he swears he's not gonna do it again and still proceeds to scare you one more time when you're fully relaxed and least expect it just to hear you screaming at the top of your lungs. once you got so scared you threw your controller across the room and broke it. he promised to stop doing this shit. of course he lied. this bish!

he's so unserious when you two boot up The Sims. his character never looks like him, he creates the ugliest mf with the weirdest clothing choices and insists to romance your character because who else? then, when you get to make your sim and spend like three hours on it, he patiently waits and says it's cute but not as beautiful as you are even if it's an actual virtual goddess on your screen. then you two sit there and plan how your sims are gonna live and somehow it always ends up with planning your actual real life together - the cabin, the dog, the kids and their names, all this lovely stuff.

ANON AGAIN???? Girl I had a long work day and this honestly helped me to unwind THANK YOU I NEED TO SEND YOU FOREHEAD KISSES. HOW DO I SEND SOME THROUGH THE SCREEN????

#bad omens #noah sebastian #star’s anons✨ #bad omens cult #noahsebastian #badomens #bad omens band

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

can I request some Gigi and Grayson hcs? (Not sure if that’s been done yet!)

gigi and grayson head canons

yesss, i absolutely love them. i hope we get to see them interact in tgg. @catapparently helped me with this one. like i've said in three of my other posts, i'm currently dying bc of my cramps so might be a little crappy, but i hope you like them<3.

gigi thinks grayson should loosen up and wear less suits so she buys him speedos.

they both talk about their favorite romance books bc gigi is clearly a reader and gray is secretly a hopeless romantic.

grayson gave gigi one of his credit cards for plushies and books

gigi regularly drags grayson out to amusement parks, arcades, and stuff. gray wins her stuff and she makes him eat corn dogs.

gigi dared grayson to put on a fluffy pink tutu and bows and twirl around the street

gigi talks shit about her crappy ex-boyfriends/crushes and grayson just sits there wondering why his sister has such horrible taste in men

they are both planning duncan's (sav's shitty bf) take down

gigi buys grayson flowers and takes one out of the bouquet and puts it behind his ear.

gigi, before she met lyra, made grayson a tinder account bc she thought he needed a gf.

gigi teaches grayson how to ride a bike (this dude didn't learn bc he always had someone to drive him places). he fell so many times, that grayson banged his head and ended up getting a concussion.

she takes videos of him and posts them on her tiktok bc her fans eat it up

gigi invited grayson to her prom (i think she's a year younger than avery so that means she hasn't had prom yet) and made him dance to the slow songs with her.

when gigi thinks grayson is overworking himself, she'll jump on him and start tickling him. she won't stop until he promises he's gonna stop.

grayson is the only one gigi feels comfortable venting to. she doesn't like worrying her sister with her problems, so sometimes she'll sneak into gray's room late at night and just talk to him about how much she hates having to pretend to be happy all the time.

although gigi never met emily, she absolutely hates her with a passion. grayson doesn't really like it when she talks shit about her, but knows what she's saying is true.

gigi has an obsession with grayson's baby pictures. she's literally asked everyone she knows if they have any, and has literally stolen phones to look at their camera roles to check for pictures.

gigi loves spying on people for absolutely no reason and will drag grayson along with her.

gigi has tried to cook food for grayson before but she ended up giving him food poisoning instead.

when gigi is feeling down, she'll get grayson to give her a hug bc, according to her, he gives the best hugs.

when she goes out with her friends to the mall, she drags grayson along to carry their bags

grayson only really laughs around her bc he finds her hilarious.

grayson literally hates slate (potential love interest for gigi, might not be one) (or any future boyfriends she might have), and will spy on her dates. he'll head to the restaurant they're eating at and hide behind menus and stuff.

gigi buys him clothes (other than suits) that she thinks would suit him. grayson only wears them bc gigi bought them for him (or that's what he tells himself, he actually kind of likes the clothes)

gigi gets xander to teach her how to hack grayson's insta so she can post cat memes on his account.

gigi has an obsession with iced coffees and milkshakes (overly sweet ones) and always gets grayson to have one when they go out even though he hates it with his entire being.

gigi practices her makeup on him. gigi always makes him keep it on so she can admire her hard work. sometimes grayson will show up at the family dinners with a full face of makeup.

gigi teaches grayson how to knit bc she loves it and wants to have someone to knit with

gigi loves reading romance books out loud. sometimes she'll be hanging out with grayson and just start reading the smut scenes out loud. grayson gets so uncomfortable, he turns red.

when she wants to take grayson out to the mall with her but he says no, she'll grab him by the ear and drag him out despite his protests.

gigi loves basic chocolate chip cookies, so grayson gets libby to teach him how to bake cookies, and he starts surprising her with some every once in a while.

gigi will get up really early and hide in grayson's closet so she can scare him when he gets up to get dressed.

gigi made grayson dress up as a tampon for halloween.

#the inheritance games #jameson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #avery grambs #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #gigi grayson #libby grambs #the grandest game

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Platonic yandere X Men Evolution Trio Mystic, Nightcrawler and Rouge and child reader who can turn into water and control water

Ah, the bad blood trio! Two siblings who get along, and their mother who shouldn't have custody. Good mutation choice! Let's do this:

You were always kinda weird.

From the way you loved watching fish swim in tanks over petting fluffy dogs, to your interest in nothing but water and aquatic creatures. Even how you came out unharmed from being held underwater for over a minute by two bullies.

You guessed that maybe you should have known you would have water powers.

You could control water, turn into water, even connect to lakes and rivers and use all of it.

It was no wonder you were sent to the X-Men.

It wasn't too bad. Except everyone was older than you. And tall. And sometimes forgot to not say naughty words in front of you. But you did make friends!

There was Kurt, who was a fluffy cat-like mutant, but apparently humans thought he was a demon? He wasn't a demon! Thats stupid. He's nice, and kind, and let's you hug him when ever you want. Then there's who he calls his sister, Rogue! She can't touch you without her gloves on, but you think they're pretty. Plus she can take on other powers, not just one! You don't mind being with them most of the time, because they're funny. Especially when they talk about Jean and Scott.

What you didn't know was they had a mom.

She was blue like Kurt, wore a weird dress (or was it a robe?), and sounded mean when she talked. You knew this because she ended up breaking in when it was just you, Kurt and Rogue in the Institute.

"Mother, enough is enough. Go avay," Kurt says, voice quiet and even. His tail is lashing like an angry cat, and for once he isn't smiling or joking.

"Kurt, Rogue, pl-"

"Get out, Mystique! Can't you see you've caused enough problems for us!" Rogue shouts, pushing you behind her.

"Rogue, that is no way to talk to- Wait. Who is that you are hiding?" asks the blue woman, who takes a step closer.

"Mother. If you take one step closer, you vill regret it," Kurt warns. That still doesn't stop her.

"They said leave!" you yell hotly, and with a flick of your hand, the water from a nearby cup flies out- and right into her face.

It's quieter for a moment-

And then the two teens burst out laughing.

"Okay! THAT was comedy!" Kurt giggles, while Mystique is sputtering and wiping water from her face.

"That is enough. I didn't realize you had a new mutant with you," the woman says, but she doesn't move any closer. "I'll be keeping an eye on you." And just like that- she's gone.

"Am I in trouble?"

"Nah, sugah. But the big mean lady will be."

"Yay!"

After that incident, you're stuck with a babysitter no matter what. Thats usually Kurt, and if he isn't available, it's Rogue. They're fun to play with, especially since they find new ways to play games-

"... Three... Two... One... Ready or not, here I come!"

You laugh as you squeeze together into the hollow of the tree you're hiding in. Since you all have superpowers, the goal is to use the game with them. That meant you flooded the fountain and the pool, so that would keep anyone busy who found it.

Except the person who finds you isn't one you were expecting to see.

"Child," greets Mystique, bending down to look at you. "It seems I've found you. Does that mean I win?" She smiles, but her eyes aren't quite right.

"Oh, you're the Blue Fairy."

"The... what?"

"You're the Blue Fairy. You enchanted Kurt and tried to put a spell on Rogue, and you don't like others."

"... And what if I said I liked Kurt and Rogue? And that I liked you?"

"You do?"

"Why, yes... You three are very powerful, strong mutants. And only the strongest will win."

"... I'm not sure that's how hide-and-seek works..."

"Well-"

"GET AWAY FROM THEM!"

That is the end of hide-and-seek.

And the end of being on your own.

Kurt is always keeping his tailed wrapped around your wrist, or holding your hand in his, while Rogue is keeping the two of you in her sight. The other X-Men try to help, but Mystique keeps slipping past, always trying to see one of you, and with a different face each time.

You really hope she leaves faster. You're not sure how many more times you can splash her with water before she melts, like the evil fairy witch from the wizard movie.

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen evolution #platonic yandere mystique #platonic yandere rogue #platonic yandere nightcrawler

[readsalot1]

I would like there to be a fic where the "three solobrats" and early love interests (YJK, JJK era, so A/T, J/TK, J/Z) end up time-travelling to the prequel era (probably shortly after Geonosis), and the Organa-Solo kids are excited to meet their not-evil-yet granddad.

This goes off the rails when Tahiri freaks out as soon as Anakin 1.0 enters because that is the monster of folklore who slaughtered a whole tribe of Tuskens, down to the youngest baby.

Because you can't convince me that in this AU a) Anakin doesn't go down as some sort of ghost/horror story in Tusken culture, and b) curious baby force-sensitive Tahiri didn't wander off at some point and end up seeing the echo of the slaughter.

The prequel-era council obviously freaks out about 1. the time travel, 2. some of the time travelers are Anakin 1.0's descendants, 3. Anakin 1.0 apparently committed genocide (note: the fandom doesn't view this with the right amount of horror, even in light of his second genocide--the Jedi), and decides to temporarily suspend his duties until they can perform an investigation of sorts into his decision-making capabilities.

Anakin 1.0 is initially thrilled because OMG GRANDKIDS and one of them is named after him (wahoo!!), but quickly becomes pissy because the friend of his mini-me (EW, she was raised by Tusken Raiders [careful Ani1, your racism is showing] even though she's human) gets him in trouble with the council.

Anakin 2.0 now has even more issues/worries about his namesake, and turning out like him [note: this was a big plot point in his early appearances].

Jaina & Jacen are kinda worried about this because now their granddad was bad from an earlier point??? and they don't know what to do with that. (Jacen is jumping from joy because a bunch of animals that went extinct during the Empire's rule are still alive; Jaina finds out there were apparently seven lightsaber forms before Knightfall, and decides to crash all the basic training classes. This is hilarious because she's older than the enrolled students for the more basic forms like Shii-cho.)

Tenel Ka and Zekk are along for the ride:

("Wait, she's the heir to the Hapes Consortium?" "yes" "and they're letting her be a Jedi too?" "yep" "politically is that allowed?!?" "I mean her mom's from Dathomir?" **jedi padawan noises of imploded worldview**)

("so Zekk what about you" "oh, I'm a Coruscanti street rat :)" "ah ok, so the order found you easily!" "I guess your version would, but the Jedi got massacred, so I didn't start training until I was a teenager :)" **choking noises** "oh yeah, Emperor Palpatine was a total hardass, I'm so glad my friend's parents got rid of him, I'd probably be dead or totally evil if he was still in power" --at this point the padawan(s?) they're chatting to [maybe Barriss; she seems politically aware enough to worry about the heir of a major political power also being a Jedi--she's probably also read about Xanatos] decides to bring them to the council)

It goes something like "Didn't they mention, Darth Vader & the clones slaughtered pretty much the entire Order. Some of the younger padawans escaped (their masters died for them (and oh, doesn't that hit hard)) and ran until dark siders who served the Emperor hunted them down (this can be vaguely compliant with some Rebels content; assume the Rebellion-era is more fusion with new canon, except Thrawn doesn't engage as much with the Lothal cell, and thus is around for the Thrawn trilogy on to proceed (thus inquisitors exist and so too do the Hands--maybe Mara is Palpy's spy in the inquisorius's ranks; Starkiller can be Vader's; Death Star plan theft follows TFU more than R1) it hits hard that some of their own (their children, their future) work to destroy the vestiges of what they were).

Then they find out that Darth Vader, the Sith Apprentice--the emperor's attack dog, his right hand--is Anakin (1.0), the boy they took in, the one they protected, the one some viewed as their savior, the boy winning battle after battle, the one shining bright, the Hero With No Fear, the boy whose fear of losing everything, everyone he cares about is slowly tearing him to shreds, the foolish, foolish boy who will doom the galaxy to save one person and fail at that, the buy who burned and burned, scorching those around him until he was alone, and still burning, until he burned himself to save another foolish boy, the younger burning like a candle, steadily, warmly, rather than like the sun, and Anakin (they can't bring themselves to hate him, even knowing what he will do--they see the sweet child who loved his mother, who wanted to free all the slaves in the galaxy), seeing the warm, kind candlelight of the other boy, the brave, foolish child, his child, his son, and knowing he will burn him, sees the vacuum of space (the cold, cold man who made him burn everyone, who made him lose everyone, until only the vacuum was left behind, the only one he could not burn away), sure to take the air around the lone, kind candle, and the sun (Anakin) burns itself (himself) out, becomes a supernova to push the vacuum (empty, cold, always hungry) away from the candle (the son), and saves the brave, foolish boy who came to help him, but he feared burning most of all (the burning sun of Tatooine burns himself out, after burning with hatred for the better part of two decades, for another desert child, one who burns with warmth, like a hearthfire, and asks for the girl who burns (with the passion of justice, with compassion, the girl who is like him but not for instead of burning the world for those she loves, she who would burn herself out, the girl who would burn her enemies (those who seek the harm the world) for any who deserve kindness, who burns internally, but is willing to burn others as well) to forgive him, and she does, eventually, she names her steady hearthfire of a son after him, and hopes against hope that he (her son, one of her three suns) will have a happy ending, that he will not burn himself out like his grandfather, his namesake [Anakin, her son, he burns too: for his siblings (they will burn as well, his brother like his grandfather--maybe he should have been Anakin instead--and his sister, burning, the one to put out her twin's light, twin suns of Tatooine, one snuffed out the other), his friends (they break apart, the group splintering, fragmented after the war is won; even before), his love (she breaks, in a way not even being shaped by the black holes, put under pressure in the hope of her becoming one, can do; for a while she fades away to almost nothing, invisible, until the brother, seeing the broken, invisible girl takes her, and tries to make the broken puppet of a girl dance for him; it works for a time, building more cracks in her skin until she shatters, and the people who loved him, Anakin the second, the bright boy who burned himself away too soon, see the girl again, no longer invisible, and try to help her [pray they are not too late to put her (shattered, porcelain, crushed spirit, a shell of her former bright self) together again]), for the galaxy; but at this part of the story we don't know his fate, to burn and burn until there is nothing left, until the force takes him away, to burn so hot, so bright, so light, that his enemies (true voids in the force--black holes--not like the cold, hungry vacuum that desired, took the sun of his grandfather) burned away as well; he burns away, but as a hero. This does not stop his mother from her agony; it is all his father can do to hold himself together to stop her shattering like the girl everyone forgot, the invisible girl who loved his son, who would (and does) do anything for the memory of a boy who left the galaxy too soon].

This is the story they tell: of the angry sun who burns everyone (especially even those who offer him kindness), the boy-candle, the girl who burns with the heat of a thousand suns but never harms those undeserving of that fury, the scoundrel with the hard exterior who inside is kind, the brave wookie warrior who lives [and dies, though they will not know it for a time] to protect them, the saviors of the galaxy;

and others as well: the girl who was almost snuffed out by the vacuum, who burned as a quiet ember, whose flame was reawakened by the boy-candle; the boy who parallels her, who was trained by the angry sun to burn like him but refused, who burned out over and over again trying to prove himself, and, in the end, burned out to save the galaxy, who sent the message to the rebels that worked to end the war [the message, that, too late for some, still saved billions, perhaps trillions of lives, had it not been sent (how many worlds could have shared Alderaan's fate?)].

#star wars #star wars legends #anakin solo #tahiri veila #anakin skywalker #leia organa #jaina solo #jacen solo #han solo #tenel ka djo #zekk #star wars expanded universe #star wars eu #barriss offee #star wars meta #fic ideas #now on ao3 #i should be sleeping

[birgittesilverbae]

Lilith + shannon - seafood

"No."

"Lilith," Ava whines, making those stupid puppy dog eyes at her. Beatrice might think the look is cute, but Lilith will never be weak enough to fall for it.

"Not today, Ava." She turns back to her leatherwork just in time for someone to lean over her other shoulder.

"You did promise," Shannon says, once Lilith has apologised for the elbow to the nose and Shannon has stemmed the flow of blue-flecked blood with the cuff of her hoodie. Her words are made thick by plugged nostrils. 

"I promised I would take you," Lilith corrects. "I made no mention of Ava."

Shannon sighs, but nods all the same. "Sorry, Aves. We'll bring you takeout. If we're still good to go?" she adds, laying her hand on Lilith's shoulder. "It's okay if you're too busy today, I've just gotta reschedule the reservation if that's the case."

"We can go," Lilith replies flatly, doing her best to ignore the chill that permeates through the three layers of fabric. "I'll need twenty minutes to finish the repair and then we can go." 

"Thank you." Shannon pulls back, briefly squeezes the ball of Lilith's shoulder. "I'll be out front when you're ready. Come on, Aves, let's go hunt down the rain gear. You're winning this trade-off, by the way. I checked the weather and with the wind speeds it's going to be all but raining sideways. We're gonna end up soaking wet."

"But I love being soaking wet."

"Well, you'll have to settle for being bone dry."

"Boner dry."

"You when Beatrice is away for longer than a day."

Lilith rolls her eyes as their bickering voices fade away down the hall and bends her head back over her vambrace.

//

"Did you borrow Bea's sunnies?" Shannon asks as she lays the linen napkin across her lap. 

Lilith sighs. "Heaven forbid I not want to flaunt all of this in public."

"I think it looks pretty cool, Lil."

"You think that horrific eyesore of a watch Beatrice bought you looks cool. Forgive me if I don't take your fashion sense too seriously."

Shannon flips her the bird, a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth all the same. "I'm not the one wearing sunglasses in a downpour."

"Yes, well." Lilith presses her lips together into a frown and props the menu up between them. 

"Lil–"

"I would rather not discuss it, thank you."

Shannon nods, casts about the cottage for any other possible conversational topic. Her eyes alight on the dining room's centrepiece, and she nudges Lilith's shin with the toe of her boot. "They've got a dessert table, Lil."

Lilith follows her gaze, her back going ramrod straight when she spots the spread. "Oh," she mutters, pushing her sunglasses further up the bridge of her nose. "I wish I had known that beforehand. I'm going to have to bring Ava back here at some point or I'll never hear the end of it. She loves a dessert table."

"I still don't understand why she couldn't come today."

Lilith's frown deepens. "There are days when I can't look at her without feeling… Envious, I suppose, of her wholeness."

"She's not, you know," Shannon chides gently. "She's not whole."

"None of us are."

"That's not what I mean." Shannon glances over her shoulder and leans in closer, lowering her volume. "She may have the Halo, but it doesn't work for her the way you seem to think it does. You think Reya demanded her pound of flesh from you but let Ava walk out of there untouched? She's missing pieces of herself in the same way you are. They're just not as visible externally." She sits back as the waitress approaches, the hardness in her face melting away as she turns up the charm with a megawatt smile and leaves Lilith floundering in her wake.

//

The coast unfolds before them as they climb the path above the Gut, windswept cliffs shrouded in banks of fog. Rain sleets down on them, and Lilith catches Shannon's elbow when her boot slips out from under her as they ascend through Bawdens Highlands. A quiet thanks is shared, and they snug their hoods closer about their heads, tuck their chins to their chests, and continue their trek.

They perch atop a rock at the summit, staring down at the waves breaking over the rocks, the barest hint of an iceberg cresting through the fog. 

"Come here," Lilith says abruptly when the sweat of their ascent has cooled beneath her jacket. She raises her arm and gestures stiffly for Shannon to shift beneath it.

"I'm fine."

"That would be much easier to believe if your teeth weren't chattering." She makes another curt gesture, and Shannon follows this time, presses tight to Lilith's side. "It's not like you to overlook appropriate layers."

"I still haven't got it all figured out," she admits, her nose pressed chilly into the crook of Lilith's neck.

"We can go somewhere warmer."

"No, it's… This is fine." She swallows hard, burrows further into the warmth of Lilith's embrace. "This is what I wanted."

"Sideways rain?"

"Well, not so much that. Just, the reminder that cold exists. That rain exists."

Lilith's hand flexes about Shannon's upper arm. "That you're not there anymore?"

Shannon nods, turns her face up towards the sky, receives a spray of hail to her cheek for good measure. She splutters, and Lilith can't help but chuckle.

"The Newfoundland regiment that went overseas during the Great War faced the opposite acclimatisation," she murmurs, watching rain pool in the creases of her splash pants. "They were shipped off to Egypt and issued warm weather uniforms and prepared there to be sent into Turkey. Only, the Gallipoli campaign turned into four months of punishing weather that was far more reminiscent of home than they'd been prepared for. Far more like this."

"I see you've been doing your Wikipedia deep dives again."

Lilith shakes her head, regrets the motion immediately as it sends water dripping down the neck of her jacket. "I had a tutor for military strategy when I was in my teens. He would rave about how well the Newfoundlanders could endure hardships that killed lesser soldiers." Her lip curls. "That was how he phrased it; 'lesser'. As though a military historian had any grounds upon which to make judgments of the character of men who had died a century before."

"Sounds a bit of a dick."

"He was. But there was one quote from a letter written by a man who fought and died in the Gallipoli campaign that's always stuck with me." She hunches forward, curls in on herself, her voice going quiet. "Tell dad that I would rather be in the condition I am now in, than have failed to fight for my country."

Shannon finds Lilith's hand and squeezes hard. She stares out over the ocean, Lilith's pulse thrumming hummingbird-quick beneath her fingers. "It's not quite the same thing, though, is it?" she asks quietly. "When what we fought for was a lie?"

Lilith's shoulders stiffen, her arm falling from around Shannon. "Then I'd rather be in the condition I am now than have failed to fight for my family," she replies sharply. 

Shannon nods. "I would, too. What happened to that regiment?"

"They were transferred to the Western front in early 1916."

Shannon winces. "The Somme?"

"They survived Gallipoli only for nine in every ten to die at Beaumont-Hamel. My tutor had a quote he rather enjoyed about that front, too. It was a magnificent display of trained and disciplined valour, and its assault only failed of success because dead men can advance no further."

"Sounds like a massive dick."

"He was." 

//

The mixed four pack of IPAs is still ice cold and the chip shop takeout piping hot when Lilith deposits them back in the new Cat's Cradle. She shoves the box of beer into Shannon's hand and turns to go, but is halted by a soft "Lilith."

"Yes?"

"This was really nice. I missed spending time with you."

"I did as well," Lilith replies stiffly, before nodding at Shannon's hands. "You'd better get those to Ava soon or I'll never hear the end of it for bringing her lukewarm fish and chips."

"Gotten a bit uppity with you about that before, has she?"

"Well, she is picking up on all of Beatrice's habits."

"That would do it. Thanks again, Lilith."

"Shut up." 

Shannon can't help but grin as Lilith exits the conversation in a flicker of smoke and flame. "Love you too, Lil," she whispers, and heads off to find Ava.

#ask #anon #ty for the prompt that I'm filling three months later oops #fic: nature #myfic #mywn #warrior nun #sister lilith #shannon masters

[restinthewest]

I want to share a human-behavior win from the other day.

Hallow and I frequently play at a big open area. There are several open fields and an entrance to a nearby dirt walking path. It's not a busy area but it’s common for people to play with their dogs/walk with them off leash there.

The other evening I was playing with Hallow at one of the fields that borders the walking path. I could see a man and his two off leash dogs that we've seen there before; they've never paid us any mind. They were walking towards the field that we were playing in to access the walking path; I walked with Hallow towards the far end of the field and as they came into the immediate area, I called Hallow to come stand between my legs (two reasons for this- one, to signal that we weren't interested in interacting, and two, to make the other person comfortable/signal that my dog was under control).

We waited for them to hit the walking path, at which point they started following it the other direction and were walking away from us. They were very far away at this point- about 200 yards. Once they'd started walking in the other direction I released Hallow and began throwing her ball for her. I think this is where I messed up- I should have waited until the other owner was out of sight to start throwing the ball. I heard yelling and saw that one of the dogs- a sheltie/collie thing, was trotting in our direction and the owner was trying to call it back.

I immediately had Hallow drop the ball and I put her in a down to make her less visually interesting (I think the ball/the movement was what got the other dog excited). And we just waited. The other dog stopped about 100 yards away while the other owner continued to call and run after the dog- and finally decided to go back to the owner. Had the dog come all the way up to us I would have released Hallow to greet it. Luckily it didn't get that far!

Once the owner had his dog leashed I gave him a big smile and a "thank you" wave. He waved back. He obviously cared about what his dog was doing and I'm certain that if we ever run into them again, he will leash his dog in advance or otherwise make sure the dog doesn't come up to us- and I'll know to not throw the ball when they're around.

I'm proud of myself because when I got Hallow as a puppy, I seriously underestimated how completely unhinged I had become about other dogs due to owning Jackalope. I was having full blown, uncontrollable meltdowns about unwanted dog interactions. If this had happened three years ago, I would have been yelling at the guy to get his dog (even though he was trying his best), yelling at the other dog, doing anything I could to keep it away, generally making a big scene. Hallow does have concerns about unknown dogs, but she generally does fine when allowed to handle the situation herself, and me having a meltdown does not make things better for her. I'm glad that I've healed and can handle these situations calmly and with a level head.

#obviously had it been a huge dog showing concerning behavior I might have handled the situation differently #but the other dog was clearly not a threat #i think part of hallows concerns about other dogs stem from the fact that I have historically had a stick up my ass about them #I think I’m going to start taking her on more off leash trails #like we won’t seek out strange dog interactions but if they happen 🤷‍♀️ #I genuinely thing it would benefit her to see me be chill in more of these situations #I feel fortunate to have a dog I feel comfortable trying this with! #hallow is about that drama sometimes but I also trust her so much to listen to me should I need to ask anything of her #she also generally has a good head on her shoulders

[ilexdiapason]

"what is the pearl the bard au, ilex?" im SO glad you asked: a primer

first of all, hello jon, apologies for the deception, but i thought it was necessary to get the traffic people in through their scrunkle, so i didn't call the au by its proper name. this is eswap, the empires swap au, featuring pearlthebard. but i'm gonna tell it from her pov so it's all good

the following is a brief summary of what i refer to as "season one" of pearlthebard, and can be read in its entirety by going to @pearlthebard and reading through the linked directory, but if you don't have time for three months of tumblr rp then here's the gist of it!

Once upon a time, cruel gods named Watchers brought in just over a dozen people to play participants in a sick little game of death and betrayal. Pearl was not there. She was there when they did it for a second time, but she didn't win, so she can't remember it. The third time she prefers to forget, for the most part: it's a big awful blur of self harm and mania and dying and killing and losing everything she ever loved without ever really knowing why.

At the end of Double Life, she stands on a hill and watches the man who would not be her soulmate light himself ablaze, and when he blows up it takes her with him.

At this point, we step out of the narrative briefly, because Pearl the Bard doesn't actually begin with Pearl, not really - it begins with my friend Al going "hey i should make an au where the empires smp season 2 characters are role swapped", and hitting number thirteen Oli TheOrionSound, and going "ah shit well i guess i'll swap him with santa perla that works". Thus, Saint Oli, and Pearl the Bard. However, notably, Pearl cannot map neatly on to Oli's backstory of being isekai'd in from the end of Afterlife SMP, because she wasn't there.

At the end of Double Life, Pearl is blown up, but she does win. And a winner, by the usual metrics, earns a prize.

Saint Oli catches her when the blast flings her soul from her lifeless body, looks this incredibly wet cat up and down, and decides to give her a second chance.

She lands in the Empires SMP.

If you've seen Oli's episodes, which you probably should there were only four of them for the entirety of ESMP S2, you'll know roughly how the story goes from here, but the faces are a little different. She steals a goat horn from Princess Katherine of Dawn, she is jailed by Deputy Sausage of the Goblands, and while she awaits her judgement by the Sheriff Smallishbeans, she hears an awfully familiar voice from the floor of the cave asking what she did to get put in there.

Mayor Smajor of Animalia is a normal man. He runs his empire with a fairly loose grip, but he's proactive about developing a safe space for all animal folk to live among the pretty amethysts and not have to conform to the standards of human society. He, though, he's not an animal, no way, behind this dark mask he's completely human and not a cat. He has a life here, has lived in the Empires for years and founded a community with his own paws hands that he's very proud of.

The weird girl in the cage, the woman who brought two HUGE dogs to his lands and then somehow decided it was his fault for hissing at them that they didn't get on, and the new bard his neighbour Sausage has been gossiping to him about all seem to be disconnected, until they very suddenly aren't.

Pearl is a mystery to Scott. Despite him never having seen her before in his life, she seems convinced that he's either a regret or a danger, and she even goes so far as to stab him to death rather than tell him what the hell is her problem with him. He gets a little bit obsessed, if he's honest - finds her house to show up at it, insists that Sausage keep him updated on her, even starts to lose sleep. And when he does sleep he has strange dreams, dreams of being far taller, being tailless, being ten times better with a weapon than the Mayor of Animalia would ever need to be.

Pearl, steadfast in the conviction that the best thing she can do is get far the hell away from this weird, tiny Not-Smajor and never speak to or of him again if possible, runs to the distant shores of Sanctuary. And then squats in the Eversea. And then borrows Joey's spare room in the Evermoore. And every time, some coincidence sends Scott dangerously close to her escape path, forces them to make small talk, gives them both another nightmare of another time that Scott can't remember and Pearl wishes she could forget.

And then eventually they do catch up with one another in the streets of Chromia, and Scott refuses to back down until Pearl admits to him the truth of whether she really belongs in this world and what her connection is to his dreams and why he feels so weirdly, encompassingly guilty when he looks at her, and... well, i won't spoil that, that was a good one, i liked that one, you should go read it.

But yeah! Pearl the Bard! It's good! Soulmate drama forever :D

#eswap #empires swap au #pearlescentmoon #scott smajor #and then later we do lesbianism it's great

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

Heart Break High : Season 2

I think this season was a bit darker than season 1, even if the end showed growth and acknowledgment.

Amerie was doing her best to be a better person.

What I didn't like was the absence of parents (like in Euphoria).

I was heartbroken when I learned the truth about Rowan's brother.

Also, I would have been great to see a throuple between Amerie, Rowan and Malakai.

Is Timothy Voss supposed to be Spencer's father?

I think that the abortion was none necessary. They have plenty of condoms at this point.

But I think that the magic from season 1 was lost.

Btw is the new generation all queer?

What can we expect after the school burned down? It was definitively a night to remember.

Some quotes :

"- It's up to 68 comments. I'm a monster." (Amerie - Episode 2)

"- You're just an equal opportunity arsehole." (Episode 2)

"- How can you love me if you think I'm that kind of person?" (Amerie - Episode 2)

"- See, you do care. I knew it." (Amerie - Episode 2) - This is just so typical of you. You're making drama out of nothing." (Malakai - Episode 2)

"- Sir, no offense, but what exactly are we doing? (Spencer) - Other than breaking child labor laws. - Are we digging our own graves? I'm not really into that." (Ant - Episode 3)

"- There's like... There's like a code, right? Like, you don't out someone if they're queer? (Malakai) - Oh, you mean the being-a-decent-person code?" (Darren - Episode 3)

"- I don't wanna hurt her. (Malakai) - You can't hide who you are to protect other people." (Darren - Episode 3)

"- I mean, I'm not about to start protesting. (Missy) - Oh, my God. Yeah. Just keep him down there. They can't say anything stupid when their mouth is full." (Sasha - Episode 5)

"- Uh, I think sometimes we cling to a few nice moments with someone and make them bigger than they were. But actually, we've spent the majority of the time forcing something that doesn't fit." (Rowan)

"- I could just tell Malakai wasn't all in. And I deserve someone who is... I think everyone does." (Amerie - Episode 5)

"- Don't turn up at your ex-girlfriend's house asking for tips on how to win back the guy you left her for." (Amerie - Episode 5)

"- You're smart, but in a way that never makes other people feel dumb." (Episode 5)

"- Quinni, I love you. But the world can't always play by your rules." (Darren - Episode 5)

"- I like it 'cause it's a reminder that the most beautiful love stories can sometimes have painful beginnings." (Rowan - Episode 5)

"- But I don't buy any of that shit she was saying. You always have a choice about the kind of man you wanna be." (Missy - Episode 5)

"- Look, I know things have been really, really hard, but you should at least stay and try to sort your shit out. Otherwise, you'll never know if you left 'cause you wanted to, or 'cause you were running away like a little bitch." (Episode 6)

"- I'm looking for my friend Quinni. She's been AWOL for three days. Have you seen her? (Darren) - Sorry, I didn't feel like replying." (Quinni - Episode 6)

"- You've been avoiding me. (Rowan) - No. Just giving you a chance to miss me." (Amerie - Episode 6)

"- I wanna change. (Spencer) - All right, well, it's easy to say, but it actually requires some meaningful action." (Missy - Episode 7)

"- I just wanted to say make this a night to remember, not one to regret." (Zoe - Episode 8)

"- I feel like someone's always gonna be making a sacrifice if they'd be with me." (Harper - Episode 8)

"- There's all kinds of ways to love someone, to be with someone. You don't have to play by other people's rules." (Episode 8)

"- Well, at least I have a heart. Yours is just a piece of dog shit." (Amerie - Episode 8)

"- I wanted you to see how much I do under the surface that no one ever sees. I've been performing who I thought I should be for my entire life. I don't think I know who I am anymore. I'm gonna find out, but I don't wanna lose you in the process." (Quinni - Episode 8)

#heartbreak high #amerie #malakai #amerie x malakai x rowan #heartbreak high season 2 #netflix shows

[moregraceful]

Im sorry you're experiencing bay area traffic (hell), but also you DO probably know what I want to know about. It's the other classic bay area experience.. it's the boba fic 👀 (tbh I want to know all of them ofc but I feel like boba fic has won my loyalty. Obsessed with it)

THANK YOU to both of you for asking sorry I am replying to this a billion years late I am fortifying myself with a milkshake and answering some asks starting with this one. I don't actually remember what the meme said so I am just going to give you the outline of the plot

Mario Brent boba au...BASICALLY what if Brent broke up with Mario when he got traded to Carolina and he was a total dick about it bc he was like...the love of my life, my child bride, Mario Ferraro my one and only, he deserves a better life than taking care of some old ass broken down guy (Brent has at this point seen how Joe and Patty's bodies have just...internally combusted even tho externally they got hotter when they retired) and he's like I'm at the end of my career I CANNOT condemn a life of caretaking to the light of my life who is so young and so full of life. BUT HE'S A DUMMY BC MARIO WOULD CHOOSE HIM!! MARIO WOULD CHOOSE HIM EVERY TIME!! but he doesn't KNOW that so he breaks up with Mario in the worst timing (after sex) and leaves for North Carolina.

Mario obvi having the worst senior year of his life misses his boyf doesnt want to stay in the Bay doesn't want to move back to Toronto John is applying to Americorps in Arizona his life SUCKS....graduates and for several years he is so miserable having fucked up Grindr hook ups that are psychologically destabilizing, tries to have relationship or two with various SF boba baristas but he's just like i WANT my BOYFRIEND back. And Brent calls him at the worst possible times (drunk, after winning games, in the hammock in Sebastian Aho's backyard) and Mario never picks up and Brent never leaves a message which is even MORE destabilizing. Mario gets a job at Facebook and wants to die.

Then obviously the Canes win the cup and Mario is glued to the entire cup run obvi like it's BRENT he wouldn't miss this and when Brent raises the cup he like has to turn off the TV and go for a long walk in his dumb SF neighborhood that he doesn't even enjoy living in and ends up at the beach (ig he lives in Outer Sunset) and just stands in the water feeling miserable until he can't feel parts of his body and then goes home. Tries to sleep. Can't. Brent calls. He doesn't want to answer but he does.

This may be the one boba fic my dumbass GM can't nerf...I had another one abt Nick Cicek having a toxically bad hook up with Mario and then he must decide between Mario and Montana Onyebuchi. Then my dumb idiot GM traded Cheech and Montana refused to sign. This has happened to [checks notes] three different boba fics bc we simply cannot trust an NHL gm in this day and age...but Mario and Brent are already tragically separated so at least I have that going for me.

Maybe Mario's neighbors in his apartment in Outer Sunset are Mackenzie and Kaapo. And they own a purse dog named Magnus.....who's to say, really.

#i think i've really mastered the art of saying things recreationally tbh #i want to write it tho....i miss the boba universe. so silly #cage replies #localapparent #lemondropbois #rpf for ts

[illegally-blind-and-deaf]

THINGS I WOULD CHANGE IN THE ANASTASIA BROADWAY

Why? Because there are some loose ends, historical inaccuracies and plot holes that need fixing

Last Dance of the Romanovs: I would change Alexei to being slightly older and Anastasia to being slightly younger for historical accuracy. Would also change the 1916 at the back to 1917 cause that's when they were arrested. I would also make it so that Anastasia doesn't get shot at the end, she has mire interaction with her sisters and Tatiana comes back to drag her out, but theguards fire at them and drag them out. Then when Maria Feodorovna is reading the letter we see the Romanovs getting shot behind her for continuity

In My Dreams: change Anya to not being so timid and more sassy and spunky, looking at Vlad behind the chair and stating "I can see you." (Also throw in her sayings "spacebo" instead of thankbyou when Dmitri hands her the glass

Learn To Do It: Much more of Anya being an absolute prankster. When Vlad sings "you three tantrums and terrorised the cook! Ha!" The ha is replaced with Dmitri yelping as he opens a book and a fake spider springs out and Anya is cackling. She then continues to pull faces at him until Vlad says "but you'd behave when your father gave that look". Anya getting randomly angry during the Queen Victoria section bothers me, so I'd make it so they were obviously tired and at the end of their wits. When she's bickering with Dmitri, he flicks her/pushes her/anything to be a bother when Vlad says "continuing on" which makes far more sense. Anya and Dmitri doing the crazy WALTZING begins with Anya throwing him around and then he throws her around and then spins her and it's like a "oh hey we can actually... get along????" And then Vlad interrupts with the polka. Would also add more traditional Russian dances including Dmitri doing the Cossacks dance because yes

My Petersburg: I'd make this much more focused on Dmitri and would use this as an opportunity to express what it was like for the working class in Imperial Russia (this is important 1 for explaining Dmitri's behaviour and 2 it explains why history wants Anya to live bear with me.) I would actually love it if he was an ethnic minority (probably Jewish) for the contrast between what Vlad has told her and what Dmitri has told her. The actual song wouldn't be so mich about Petersburg, but what Dmitri's dream city would be: equality, no poverty, hot food and beds and baths, you get the gist. It also gives us a glimpse of the puppy dog wide-eyes Dmitri we see in Paris.

A Secret She Kept (Anya giving him the diamond) pretty much everything stays the same except Anya really contemplates giving him the diamond and when he sound her he finishes with a massive hug and buries his head in her shoulder. At the end just before the change to the station, Dmitri does his excited "I'm going to take a bath in a real bathtub!" And does a little excited jump

Paris Holds The Key: Dmitri is staring wide-eyes the entire time and is having the time of his life. During the funky instrumental bit before the mini solos when they're standing in the middle, Vlad gives Anya and Dmitri chocolate and Dmitri steals the rest of the bar. At the end when they split off Dmitri says he's going back to have a bath and lad remarks to not use up all the hot water and not eat all the chocolate as Dmitri runs off and all we hear is hysterical laughter

The Nightmare: When Dmitri runs in the door opens with a bang and Anya screams and buries her face and pleads for him to not hurt her (cause she doesn't realise that it's Dmitri) and he sits on the floor and comforts her as she cries into his shoulder. Then he helps her onto the bed and we have In A Crowd of Thousands. (Also I would bring back the oversized button up because that was so mich better sorry not sorry)

After the Ballet: I'd complete scratch Everything To Win and replace it with a different song (more on that later) and would bring back the movie section where Dmitri goes in instead of Anya. We don't see them conversing but we hear them and we see Anya's reactions to the revelations of Dmitri's plans. When he inevitably is thrown out, she yells at him, says something's along the lines of " you are the scum of the earth" and "you broke my heart", slaps him then storms out. Then we have everything go black except a spotlight on Dmitri and his song which is essentially him realising what he has become and lamenting about he has now become the tormentors of his childhood and how he's realised too late that happiness doesn't come from money but from love which he hasn't felt for literal years. Behind him, through the doors, we see the silhouettes of his life experiences: his mother's death, his father's arrest, him protesting, etc, and eventually we see him dancing with Anya before it goes back to black. At the end he makes up his mind to get the Empress to see Anya if it's the last thing he does because it's the only thing he can do after what he's done. He then has the whole dramatic argument and gets slapped again and then finally drags her to the apartment where Anya throws a book at him and he backs out and yeah

Still/Neva Reprise: ok this one is the reason I have some of my changes. Last Dance of the Romanovs continuity so that she can scream "back in that cellar in Yekateringburg all over again" without it being a massive pothole because shE GOT SHOT AT THE BALL????? And also, her knowing about the real complicated truth of Imperial Russia and FINALLY being able to remember Nicholas II saying "I am my father's daughter but u am not my father" and when he asks her if history really wants her to have lived she says "yes" And he asks why and she says something along the lines of "so that I can heal the wound my ancestors left in Russia" (idk something like that) just because it bothers me that we completely brush over the fact that the revolution happened for a reason and it makes her more sympathetic towards Gleb. And then the rest is the same except the dress, we bring back the og movie dress because the red dress is pretty but wth why do we have late 1700s skirt with a post 30s bodice? Sleeveless dresses didn't come around until the 30s???? ITS 1927????????

Finale/The Kiss: OK THIS SCENE BOTHERS ME SO MUCH ITS SO CUTE BUT IT BOTHERS ME BECAUSE Dmitri never apologises to Anya to her face. It's just "ugh I can't be with you goodbye" and she's like "you literally used me and haven't apologised to my face but I LOVE YOU" NO SHE WILL COME RUNNING AND RUN INTO HIM BECAUSE HE WAS GOING BACK TO APOLOGISE AND THEY TALK ABOUT THE THINGS AND THAT THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND DMITRI APOLOGISES STRAIGHT UP WITH NO EXCUSES and then Anya kisses him and they hug again and Anya says "let's run away together to the countryside and well have fresh food and real baths and a warm bed" and it would be so cute. Anya also wouldn't leave without leaving a letter for Nana in which she says thank you and that she'll be back again soon and we have the classic "it's the perfect ending!" "No, it's theboerfect beginning" line from the movie. Then the actual finale we have Anya changed into a causal blue dress (like the movie dress) and she and Dmitri run down the stage with suitcases and hats and they waltz and he spins her around again and they kiss on the last boom at the end and yes

OTHER CHANGES FOR THE WHOLE MUSICAL:

Anastasia RomanovA not Romanov

She's assessed as Her Imperial Highness or Your Highness NOT your majesty because she's not the Tsarina

Just more bonding with the sisters an Anya in all the dead flashback scenes

#anastasiaromanov #anastasiamusical #anastasiabroadway #dimya #anyaxdmitri #dmitri #anya #christy altomare #derek klena #broadway