#and this is the most patterning you're ever gonna see me do on clothes. if i could draw everyone naked all the time i would. thanks

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Phullo there, I’d like to ask you a question! I hope I won’t be such a bothersome.

So, I’m planning to write a story about Laughingstock and since I find your storytelling very pleasing I figured it’d be a great idea to ask for your advice about the writing!

My Idea in general for this story is just Howdy taking a day off from working in his bodega. And basically, he’ll be just wearing normal clothes.. shocking truly.

And thennn, Barnaby and Howdy accidentally stumbled into each other’s path. They later then of course had a very long conversation that lasted until evening maybe.

Of course there’ll be some fishy moments like them looking at each other with goggly eyes and other cheesy romantic nonsense- but it’s just mainly them having their usual conversation with a ‘couple’ of jokes here and there. It’s supposed to be a sweet memory for them to remember basically.

So, what I’m really trying to ask you for is- how the heck do you start a story exactly and not make it into just the dialogues? Like, I want my story to be kind of long but I’m afraid it’ll be just them, y’know, talking and I really don’t want it to be boring.. therefore, I really need your help.

I am so sorry if it’s such a bad timing considering the fact that you just had an interview which I am very proud for you for that! Even if it didn’t go as expected at least you did good half of it.

Soo, yeah! I’d very much appreciate your advice and I am sooo sorry that this was soo long!!! And again, a bad timing too.. but hey if you got any time, please consider answering. Thank you..

Also any response yet? On the interview of course.

hmmm... in my experience and Knowledge Accumulated Over The Years via reading And writing... the best place to start is to just drop in. no story introduction, no "it was a dark and stormy night", just Start. it sounds like your story begins with Howdy taking the day off, so maybe kick off with him getting ready / choosing an outfit, or w/ him reflexively almost opening the store before he stops and chides himself for almost forgetting that he's taking the day off

to combat the dialogue, maybe detail him leaving the bodega to go into the neighborhood. what does he see? hear? feel both physically and mentally? is there anyone else out and about? set the scene! ive been struggling with this too lately since i haven't seriously written in a while and i haven't been reading actual books

WHICH! IMPORTANT TANGENTS!! read well-written books, Not fanfic! im not saying dont read fanfic ever or i'd be the world's biggest hypocrite, but also read actual books. it's important to study how published authors write, how stories are structured, dialogue and action. because these books have more often then not gone through a Rigorous screening process. multiple drafts, beta readers, publishers reading it with great scrutiny before agreeing to publish - of course there are exceptions, but a lot of books are the highest quality they can be, and will outshine most fics. because, and i say all of this as good things, fics are unregulated. most dont have beta readers. a lot are from amateur authors new to the scene. there will be spelling mistakes, weird grammar & sentence structure, etc - most fics have Entirely different writing styles from each other. so if you only read fanfic, That is what your brain will learn, and it's gonna be harder for you to write. published books have less variation in styles, and the styles are subtler. there's less spelling mistakes if any, so your spelling will improve. your internal vocabulary will expand. even if you don't consciously study what you read, your brain will pick up on & internalize patterns, how action works, how dialogue works, how to structure a story, all that good stuff. if you want, i can recommend well-written books! i've been an avid reader since... like, ever. i've got recs galore! you can tell me your preferred genre & literary interest and i'll probably have something for you! and if you're not big on books, well... get out of your comfort zone lmao, books are fucking awesome and i guarantee there are plenty out there that you would love.

and when you're writing dialogue, intersperse it with little actions or the main povs' internal dialogue. if there's a natural lull in the conversation, explore that lull! what do the characters do in this moment? what's going on around them? sprinkle bits of setting in so that your reader knows where they are and what's going on.

plus, exploring the non-dialogue sections of your story can, and often will, spark inspiration in your brain for scenes and actions to fill out the story if you want it to be long (but also! if you just want to write the scene of their conversation, that's the beauty of fanfic - there's no requirements. do whatever you want lmao). when Howdy is going into town, maybe Wally calls him over for a quick pose - does Howdy say yes or no, and how does that decision change the story? maybe Julie invites him to join her in a game, or Eddie stops to talk to Howdy about him being out and about. maybe there are some complaints over the bodega not being open. what's the lead-up to Howdy and Barnaby running into each other? do they literally run into each other? what happens when they do? those are just a few possibilities of many!

remember, when you're writing, you're that story's god. you can do literally fucking anything. you decide what the characters do, where they go, what happens in their world. that mindset should help you bolster the plot instead of just "these two characters have a conversation", yk?

i hope this helps!

#im so serious i am talking from personal experience #the quality of my writing improves after reading an actual book / when im reading one alongside writing #which is why im getting myself back into it #i spent a while not reading books and boyyyyy howdy have i suffered for it! #i miss when i was in elementary school reading at least one full length book a week... #BUT BOOKS HELP. GOOD BOOKS #not the fuckin cookie cutter booktok recs that're just a bunch of tropes slapped together #im talkin about the quality stuff. #im talkin about authors who really see the art in writing & storytelling #rambles from the bog #but also do take everything i say with a grain of salt #i have a lot of room for improvement myself & as with my art im an Entirely Self Taught Writer #so im by no means an expert on the subject! im a medium level writer at best <3 #and im not saying that in a derogatory way! it just means i have a ways to go in becoming a legitimately good writer #& reaching the level that i want. its something to strive for! #also thank you! ive never done an interview before so i really have nothing to compare it to!

[f1mc]

Ajax Petropolus

Random head cannons

Also this is one of my first times writing so like if you want more please tell me

Ajax is definitely a friends to lovers troupe

You would start off in the same friend group and things would progress from there.

He would start getting really nervous around you and start stuttering when he would speak to you.

Xavier would be constantly making fun of him for his little (massive) crush on you, and would eventually give him advice on how to ask you out, which he would completely mess up

"umm hi y/n", "hey Ajax how are you", "good" que awkward silence "do you need something", "ohh, ya, yes yes I do, I need to a-ask you something", "OK", "Do-o you want to hang out sometime", "ya sure just text me when"

This boy would be obsessed with your hair. He would be playing with it constantly, twirling it, attempting to braid it or giving you a head message.

"y/n please can you teach me to braid your hair"

"Ajax stop touching my hair your gonna make it greasy" "but y/n it's so soft"

Physical touch is definitely his love language. He finds it difficult to keep eye contact with you but whenever he can he has some sort of physical contact with you, whether it would be his hand interwined with yours, his head resting on your shoulder or a hand on your leg.

If he is anyways taller than you 100% would kiss your forehead. Walking past each other - a kiss on the forehead. Leaving you after he walked you to class-forehead kiss. Greeting you - forehead kiss. Basically any chance he gets he will give you a forehead kiss.

Since he is a gorgan he is absolutely terrified of stoning you, if he ever feels his hat slipping while around you he immediately tugs it down. Although you constantly reassure him that you don't care he's still extremely worried that it'll happen. He's worst fear is that he'll accidentally hurt you.

Speaking of getting stoned, that boy is constantly high and you join him (of course if your comfortable with drugs), sometimes you, ajax, xavier and a few of your other friends would all go to one of your rooms to smoke together but you and ajax also do it when it's just the two of you. You sneak out of your room and meet him near the forest, you'd sit down and he would roll for both of ye (he definitely has more experience) and you two would smoke.

Being high with him is the funniest , you'd go from having serious deep conversations "y/n what do you think happens after we die" to the most randomise things "if you think about it taxes are just subscription fees"

His favourite date nights are when you two are watching a movie together. The minute he opens the door and sees you standing there in comfortable clothes he's grinning ear to ear just staring at you, "Ajax let me in someone will see me quick" "ohhhh ya, shit, quick get in". You two would be cuddled up together on his bed, limbs intertwined, with his laptop playing a random movie. You're probably not even paying attention to the movie, drawing random patterns on Ajax's chest. It's moments like these where you think to yourself I love this boy.

#ajax petropolus #ajax petropolus x reader #wednesday #xavier thorpe #enid sinclair

[lincolndjarin]

no kinktober this week!! sorry!!

i'm severely burned out right now and in all honesty it's hard for me to find joy in my writing when it feels so forced. that being said i don't want to just leave y'all hangin' so i'm gonna do something different from now until the end of october.

next monday through friday i'll be doing five more days or drabbles/oneoffs, oct 30th i will be posting a longer joel one off i've been working on for a bit and on oct 31st i'll be posting a little din piece i've been working on.

under the cut i'm gonna put in some wips from what i already have along with a poll and i'll be doing the top five !! don't feel obligated to read the wips, they're there if you wanna see what direction i've been taking them but feel free to just vote lmao

little warning here, some of these wips are dddne, and contain dubcon/noncon elements. to be safe i am going to highlight any wips containing that content red.

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Joel Miller x Food Play

Shuffling out of your jeans you kick the rest of your clothes off, tossing them onto the table until you're completely bare. Once you’re done you reach over, grabbing your apron and pulling it over your head, tying the cord around your waist. The thin fabric just barely covers your chest, the outline of your nipples pokes through the blue checkered pattern. You give yourself one quick once over in the reflection of the sliding glass door before grabbing both plates, carefully stepping back into the living room where Joel’s eyes are still glued to the screen as he cleans up the takeout containers, setting them aside. 

“Need any help in there, sugar-” He finally looks over at you, breath hitching as you set the plates down on the coffee table.

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Din Djarin x Sex Pollen (din and reader are married but still marking this bc sex pollen)

“Din?” You call back towards your riduur, he’s right where you left him, sitting on a crate inside the open hull of the ship, watching you with a keen eye. He’s on his feet the moment you start teetering, your head is spinning and thankfully he gets to you just in time to catch you. The contact alone has you reeling, an obscene moan falling from your lips.

“Mesh’la? What’s wrong?” 

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Ezra x Anal

You’ve been on this planet too long. Both of you bored of waiting out the dust storm indoors, after a while all you can really do to keep yourselves entertained is fuck. 

So when he asked if he could try something different, you’d said yes, if not purely for the sake of breaking up the monotony. 

But now you’re one all fours and exactly as you’d predicted, he’s going too fast, far too eager to fuck you as he scissors his slick fingers inside you. 

He’s as rough as ever as he pushes into you, far before you’re ready, you can barely catch your breath. 

“Ez!” You squeak out as the burning sensation shoots through your body.

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Marcus Moreno x Praise Kink

“Did you have a rough day at work?” With a long whine he nods, his thrusts get sloppy and you tsk him. “Slow down, I’ll take care of you, okay?” You wrap your legs around him, digging your ankles into his back and pushing him into you completely. “Can you stay right here?” 

“Yes ma’am.” He mumbles, his thick rimmed glasses slipping down his face. 

“You don’t have to be so formal, Marcus.” You brush a stray lock of hair out of his face.

“Sorry mommy.” His voice is barely a whisper as he turns beet red. 

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Joel Miller x CNC

“Touch it.” The low timber of his voice rumbles from behind you as you feel him push himself up against you. 

“Please-” Your plea is cut off as his hand wraps around your throat, squeezing just once as a warning. 

“I didn’t ask if you wanted to.” He rocks his hips forward again, grinding his erection against your open palms.

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Agent Whiskey x Impact Play

He never uses his belt as a punishment. 

And he’ll never touch you when he’s mad. 

He’s very particular about that. 

But on good days, you can convince him to bend you over his knee and leave your ass raw and red.

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Javier Peña x Fuck or Die

“If you move so much as an inch I’ll paint this room with your brains.” He snarls, gun still pressed firmly against your skull, you can feel his knee dig deeper into your back as he groans. “Here’s what’s gonna happen,” His voice is low and deadly in your ear, this is exactly the kind of thing you’d been warned about when you started doing entry level cartel work, now look where it’s gotten you. “I’m gonna get off of you and you’re gonna roll over, then you’re gonna do whatever I say without hesitation.”

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Poe Dameron x Knife Play

Your eyes flutter open as you groan in pain, you aren’t sure what’s happening, it’s too dark in your room but you’re acutely aware of something holding your head in place. You’re trying to focus your vision but it’s too dark, someone is pulling your hair. You’re about to scream, you can feel it bubbling in your throat but a hand swiftly covers your mouth.

“Shh… It’s okay.” You’d recognize his voice anywhere. He’s been plaguing your life for weeks now, you didn’t think you’d ever hear his voice again yet here he is.  “You know what happens if you scream.” He murmurs before slowly removing his hand from your mouth.

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Poe & Din x Threesome

You’ve never seen him before and you can’t help but be curious, you’ve never seen a Mandalorian before, you don’t think it’s typical for them to room with rebel pilots like this, but Poe says he’s down on his luck, just trying to lay low. He pays his rent on time and to Poe that's all that matters. 

“Poe…” You murmur, pushing him back a bit.

“Mhmm, I know.” He hums, shoving his face back into the crook of your neck until you can’t help but moan as you make eye contact with him.  Or whatever you would call staring at his helmet.

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Dieter Bravo x Exhibitionism

Dieter is gone a lot. 

Press tours, filming, premiers, you name it, he’s gone often. 

Which leaves you where you are now, in his way too big house, with too much time on your hands. So you order take out and you do yoga and when you miss him you’ll watch his interviews on Youtube. 

But most of the time you just stay in his bed, with a vibrator between your legs. 

Dieter has a particularly healthy sexual appetite, and you’ve unfortunately gotten used to that. So when he leaves, you’re left horny and alone.

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#lincolndjarin

[strange-august]

Tag Yourself based off Me and My Siblings

The Oldest Sibling:

Pure of heart, dumb of ass.

Seems mature but is a child at heart.

Feels self conscious about it most of the time.

Can be serious when they need to though, especially when it comes to the well-being and safety of their siblings.

Would kill and/or die for their siblings. They mean everything to them.

Always give their siblings first choice of everything.

Tends to wander off without telling anyone. Seriously. Keep a close eye on them in any public space.

Expressive, talks with their whole body, especially with their hands and arms.

Loves to tease and poke fun at their friends and siblings alike. All in good fun though. They would never do so maliciously.

Never hesitates to give you a hug or hold your hand. They might even kiss you on the cheek or the hand, if you're comfortable.

Always a shoulder to cry on and an ear to vent to. They might cry with you too.

Always kinda tired but gets particularly sleepy when it's cold or rainy. Will drag you into a cuddle session every time.

Tries to give their siblings good advice but it occasionally flops.

Drags their siblings on adventures constantly. Dislikes staying inside.

Amateur gardener. Plants mostly tomatoes and herbs, plus catnip to lure stray cats.

"Let's go down this route today! I wanna see what we can find!"

Aesthetic: String lights, exploring abandoned spaces, head in the clouds, fluffy comforters, rain on airplane windows, urban areas, burning leaves, baggy hoodies, ocean waves clouded with sand, milk tea, translucent curtains, open fields, sketchbooks and grided paper, bay windows, polished crystals, old cars, scented candles, essential oils, museums, combat boots, neon colored bandaids on fingers, plants in glass bottles, dancing in the forest with you, making shrines to the spirits of nature, grass stained jeans, animal themed onesies, mini cacti, flower blossoms in shoe holes

The Middle Sibling:

Probably the most mature one out of the bunch really.

A bit of a broken soul because of how many times they have been hurt in the past but still a kind, sweet person to hang out with.

Makes sure you're hydrated, fed, getting enough sleep, etc.

Not much of a touchy-feely person but when they are, it's sweet and genuine.

On another note, when they are in the mood to be playful, their teasing can even rival that of the oldest.

Loves to bake and wants to do it professionally someday.

Tries to keep the other two out of trouble.

Non confrontational and strives to keep the peace.

Lives by three rules: stay positive, let go of the past and never be afraid to ask for help.

Particular about their clothing.

Tends to wear a lot of solid dark and neutral tones but is actually the biggest sucker for bright colors and patterns.

Just a big sucker for soft things in general.

"Hey, I baked you your favorite treat as thanks for the new plushie. I loved it! It's gonna stay on my bed."

Aesthetic: Rubber bracelets, aluminum pins, buttercream frosting, sugar cookies, icing stained shirts and flour streaked face, pastel flowy sundresses, flower crowns, round rimmed glasses, experimenting with colors and patterns, wooden floors, silk ribbons, knit sweaters and cardigans, heart shaped barrettes, clouds illuminated by the sunset, long walks to nowhere, puddles on the sidewalk, berry lemonade, apple scented dish soap, stuffed animals, tear stained cheeks

The Youngest Sibling:

The most withdrawn of the three. Even has trouble being open and honest with their siblings.

Still a sweet person. They just need an occasional boost of confidence.

Hugest fan of video games ever, especially the ones from the 80s and 90s.

Actually dislikes going outside. Would prefer to stay indoors but still tags along with their siblings.

Basically lives in sweatpants.

Has the quirkiest little habits like how they sit in chairs or put on their jacket.

Has a huge collection of posters and replica weapons from their favorite video games.

Has the worst sleep schedule known to mankind.

Probably doesn't know what a hairbrush is.

Terrible at keeping their room clean but takes good care of their chores.

Often makes themselves a second dinner late in the night.

Knows the history of their favorite games front to back.

"I know you might not get it but thanks for letting me knowledge dump on you."

Aesthetic: Secrets behind closed doors, sleeping in late, lone wolf, inside voice, headphones, old photos, loud music, night owl, noisy keyboards, caffeine addiction, hooded jackets, worn out slip-ons, pet hair on clothes, thunderstorms, tired eyes, messy bedhead, late night snacking, retro game cartridges, neon lights, replica swords

#tag yourself #types of people #mine #augies-posts

[mlmxreader]

Wolves In White | Eugene Roe x m!reader

anonymous asked: Hello!! Can i request a Doc Roe x male! reader with the prompt "C'mere, let me take care of you"? Maybe genes stressed and the reader helps him relax? Bonus points if they get to cuddle in a foxhole together. Thanks!! :D

summary: Easy Company needs help, and you and your boys show up right when you're needed most.

tws: swearing, mentions of gunfire/mortars/etc

support your fanfic writers by reblogging what you read & enjoy

Dropped into Bastogne, you only had your wits and a rifle about you; trudging through snow and harsh ice, keeping close to the ground to avoid the looming fascist threat that crept ever closer. A unit of elite soldiers, the best of the best, the Royal Marines and the Gurkhas working together.

Your mission was just to meet up with Easy Company and provide them with extra manpower that they desperately needed; snow in mouth to hide breath, burrowing beneath the snow when you stopped to rest. You knew what you had gotten yourselves into, you knew what would happen if the fascists discovered you; your clothes were wet, soaked to the bone as you forced yourselves to push forwards. Using howls to cover your tracks in terms of communication; Nazis weren't smart enough to tell the difference between a wolf and a man. A group of white wolves stalking Easy Company.

White camoflauge patterned clothing served the joint forces better than you could admit. But when you heard the quiet chattering, listening closely and able to just about clock the American accents, you signalled to your boys.

"There aren't wolves in Bastogne," Babe murmured from nearby. "Are there?"

"I'm not sure," Eugene replied, the sound of his voice the best reassurance that you had known for years. "Maybe?"

You crept forward, stalking up to Eugene before you grabbed his ankle, and pulled him down into the snow; quickly moving to cover his body with your own as you smiled down at him. "Morning, Doc."

Eugene's eyes went wide as he stared up at you, bringing a shaky hand to your face, breathing slightly heavy; he looked flabbergasted that you had somehow made your way to him, let alone snuck right under everyone's noses. "(y/n)?"

"The one and only," you dared to press a kiss to the tip of his reddened nose. "How you holding up?"

"I need scissors," he sighed. "And plasma... you got any?"

Reluctantly, you shook your head as you frowned. "I'm sorry. We came prepared to fight... if we'd have known."

"It's fine," Eugene huffed. "I'm just glad to see you, Beast of Gévaudan."

You laughed at the nickname. "People still calling us that, huh?"

"Oh yeah," he nodded. "The wolves in white are always a lucky sign."

"Berlin is going to fall soon," you told him. "British Intelligence said so - we can't stay with Easy Company long... we're gonna break the eagle's beak... the wolf against the eagle."

"So how long as you here for?" He asked.

"Not sure," you admitted. "High command is gonna let Winters and Speirs know when we're to be sent to Berlin... when we do conquer Berlin, and when we kick the fascists in the teeth so hard they'll admit defeat - I'll come back for you."

Eugene nodded, but soon squirmed from your grasp when he heard someone calling for the medics; he abandoned you in the snow for a moment before he returned, blood on his hands as he attempted to wipe it off on his shirt. Gently, you took his wrists, and held them as you frowned.

"You're stressed out to fuck, Doc," you tutted. "That won't do."

"What'd you mean?"

"I mean, I'm gonna look after you," you told him with a curt nod. "C'mere, let me take care of you. Yeah?"

"Okay," he murmured, letting you lead the way and accepting the help when you got into the foxhole.

It was quick, you pressed him against your body as you held him closely; his arms were around your neck, face buried against your chest as he shivered from the snow against his features, able to feel your arms around his waist as he dared to let some of the tension fall from his body.

In all honesty, Eugene had hoped that he would never see you until the end of the war; the exchanged letters and occasional communication over the radio was enough. A warzone was no place for a reunion, and with both of your lives at stake, he wasn't sure what he would have done if you were to get hurt while he was present. He had hoped that he wouldn't see you until the end of the war.

But as he let you hold onto him, as he cuddled into you as much as he could while he pretended that you weren't colder than he was, he couldn't help but to be a little grateful that he had seen you sooner; sure, he was beyond worried for your safety as much as his own, but knowing that you lead a group of not just Royal Marines but Gurkhas as well, he could push the worry aside a bit. At least for now. Everything seemed quieter when he was with you, anyway.

Gunfire seemed so far away. Mortars and grenades seemed to be thousands of miles away. The chaotic savage melody of war seemed like it would never touch either of you. For the first time since he couldn't remember when, Eugene actually felt safe, and allowed himself to stop thinking for just a moment; to be in the arms of the man he loved meant everything to him.

Even if it was just for a moment.

if you enjoyed this fic, REBLOG IT; if you don't wanna reblog, then you'll get blocked; reblogging is the BARE MINIMUM level of support. do not interact if you won't reblog.

#mlem writes #eugene roe imagine #eugene roe x reader #eugene roe #doc roe imagine #doc roe x reader #doc roe #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers

[shifting-with-august]

Tagged by @winterbarnesblog

Tagging: @thanossnap @gaiaexploreslife @herashifts

go-to snack at convenience store — I'm not a snack kind of person at convenience stores. I always grab drinks instead! I always go for the chocolate milks or coffee! I don't grab snacks often but when I do, I usually get some cookies and cheesy snacks.

favourite type of clown — my favorite type of clown? Idk, me! 🤣 I clown about a lot of stuff, I'm delulu as heck.

height — I'm literally ✨ smol ✨ I'd say I'm 5 flat. 😭😭😭

favourite song right now — "Love Story" by Indila (specifically the orchestral version.) The "I love you or..." trend has got me. I've been seeing a lot of those posts and it's the background song so it kinda grew on me. Alsooo, "You're Losing Me" by Tay!

favourite item of clothing & where i got it — I have this jacket that I received as a gift from my sister. It's a little tight on me now but I really love it because my sister specifically bought it so "I can have something to wear on the Pride March." It's a red jacket with little patterns of other colors like green, and yellow. Aside from that, I LOVE LOVE my marvel clothes! Like, all of them. I always get them from a mall nearby. Whenever we head there, my fam knows that we'll always end up heading to that marvel tees section 🤭

last movie/show i watched & enjoyed — I recently watched The Marvels and contrary to the opinion of some people, I was actually happy and satisfied after watching it. The following week after watching The Marvels, I saw The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and I loved it too!

last movie/show i watched & hated — idk honestly. If there's something I watched recently that I didn't like, I really wouldn't want to remember. 😭

thing you have no use for but refuse to throw out — OOOHH great question. I have a LOT. I'm just really a sentimental person. I try to keep even the silliest and smallest of things. I have a lot of receipts stashed in some purse and bag pockets. I don't even know why I don't wanna throw them out (even those from yeaaars ago.) Well, I guess some of my receipts are pretty memorable, like my receipt for the first big volleyball game I watched when I was 13 or something. ALSO, MOVIE TICKETS/RECEIPTS! I'm sure there are other stuff aside from receipts, I just can't recall.

have you ever met your great-grandparents? — I was able to meet my great-grandmother when I was younger.

favourite flower — This is gonna sound so damn common but my favorite would be roses. Alsooo, orchids!

favourite quote — "Winners are not people who never fail, but people who never quit." It's a quote I found online 8 years ago and it has been stuck in my head since.

what super power would you pick if you could have one — technically... I already have not just one in my DR. 😆 But let's go with telekinesis.

fictional character i would most want to meet — she's definitely not fictional (she's literally my girl 😏)...but for the sake of it, let's say Wanda. 😇 ALSO, I'd love to meet Wednesday Addams, Buffy Summers (I literally grew up watching BTVS and always copied Buffy's fighting moves), and probably Merida!

#shifting blog #shiftblr #ask: shifting with august

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

Just gonna weigh in on the Hogwarts Legacy drama real quick

If you've dipped your toes in the tag, you've seen what a storm it is. Also, if you follow my posts, you likely already know my thoughts. Still.

I'm someone who's not giving Rowling one cent ever again, and I'm not buying the game for that reason. If at some point, I have the opportunity to play the game without supporting Rowling, then I probably will, out of curiosity if nothing else, but I'm definitely not going out of my way. Of course, I can always use an emulator, which is an easy enough solution, but we'll see.

I've not played, but I've seen footage, including details about the whole controversy with the Goblins. I have my doubts that they were ever intended to be a stereotype, but the stereotype still exists and this game...does not help. One of the primary antagonists is a Goblin and so far as I can tell, they don't make him sympathetic or offer the option to side with him. They should have done that, especially considering how many eyes are on the Goblins right now. This game could have been a chance to at least try and "redeem" them. Seems like it failed on that end. Which probably means it will wind up doing more harm in the long run. (I'm not Jewish, so I'm not really qualified to speculate, but it would follow the pattern.)

There's also the Rowling issue. That being, she's an active transphobe doing real harm and the money that goes into her pocket is then spent on contributing to this harm. Which is why I'm not buying the game and I don't believe you should either. I'm not a trans woman, which is who she primarily targets, but I am nonbinary, so I know where I stand and I choose to stand with pride.

That said. I'm not going to say you're a bad person if you do choose to play the game. (Especially if you pirate it.) I won't decry you or proclaim that you're not an ally, because to be frank...that's not really for me to decide. I can't speak to the actions you've taken in the past, or will take in the future. Only you know if your conscience is clear. Only you know what your beliefs are and what you're willing to sacrifice for them. Some of the more dedicated boy-cotters are drawing a line in the sand, arguing that anyone who plays Hogwarts Legacy has chosen their side, and stands with Antisemites and Transphobes. To me, that's senseless, and not altogether helpful.

To such folks, I have to say that I think your heart is definitely in the right place, and I appreciate the passionate defense. But you're attacking the wrong people. In some cases, I've seen people posting major spoilers online without tagging them, purely out of spite. That's...not helpful, and it's very immature. Punishing the average fan for wanting to play #ThatWizardGame isn't going to do anything but ruin their day. It won't stop Rowling's agenda. Really, I'm not sure what can at this point. Bigots will continue to inflict harm upon the world regardless of whether or not a single video game from an already timeless franchise does well. The Harry Potter brand makes a metric fuckton of money and so does Rowling. That would still be true even if the game bombed. I'm not saying we shouldn't do our parts to fight back, but I live in a dystopian capitalistic society and it's also not lost on me that this was always a rigged fight.

Because there's no ethical consumption under unregulated capitalism.

I realize that's a meme at this point, and I've seen a lot of arguments about this very point. I'm not knowledgeable enough to comment about most of it. For instance, I won't comment on the game developers and whether or not Hogwarts Legacy should be successful for their sake. That's a debate that I don't know enough to participate in. But I have seen allies who make a very good point, that there's a difference between having to buy clothes that were made in a sweat shop because public nudity is not an option...and having to go without a game you want. Those two things are worlds apart. I'm also aware that the idea of "separating art from the artist" doesn't really fly when said artist is still alive, still profiting from our support, and still has a platform with which she is doing genuine harm.

However, it strikes me as odd that this one game is what everything rides on. Because countless people follow mega-corporations that they do not have to, despite being self-proclaimed allies of the minorities that these corporations have always harmed. I'm willing to bet that some of the boy-cotters do as well. If playing Hogwarts Legacy makes you a transphobe, and an antisemite...then it stands to reason that having a Disney Plus subscription makes you a homophobe, and a racist. Nobody has to support them. Oh, but you just really want to watch Star Wars, right? I could say the same thing about anyone who has an Apple device. While Smartphones have become the only real phone on the market, there are other brands available. What about Marvel, and the fiasco with Chris Pratt? See, this is what I mean. This is why I feel like (most of us) have no right to judge other people for a choice that, to them, probably seems as meaningless as watching a Disney movie. Even if you're totally clean and have no metaphorical skeletons in your pocket, I still think judging the people who do is a bad idea, and a waste of your time.

Media is not the same as things that are essential to life, but it's an all-encompassing aspect of our culture and for a lot of people, it's almost like a kind of addiction. I think blaming the people who consume the problematic media is pointing your finger in the wrong direction. Make no mistake, there are bigots who will support this game, and do so proudly, specifically because they agree with Rowling's crap, but that's not going to be everyone. There will be people on our side who play the game, and I think alienating them is just a terrible move, pragmatically speaking. This gets into a bigger discussion about radical beliefs versus moderate beliefs but again, I am a pragmatist. The majority of my political views do fall on the "radical" side, but if we abandon the "moderates" because they're not "doing enough"...the other side will swoop in to win them over. I get that it might be frustrating, that you might not respect someone who claims to be an ally but chooses to play HPHL anyway. But if you can stomach it, you should, because we're much more likely to recruit them.

So that's my advice. Don't die on this hill. Because even if it shouldn't, it makes us look like the bad guys.

One more thing, if you think the game looks objectively bad, then fair enough, but...I have to assume at least some of you are kidding yourselves, or trying to bash HPHL just for the sake of it. Graphically, the game is very advanced, and I don't think it make me a bigot to say that it's aesthetically pleasing. This reminds me lot of the people who pretend the books are retroactively bad and "always were." It makes it very difficult to take you seriously. Cash cows don't emerge from crappy books. Rowling doesn't have to be a good person to be a skilled writer. Bad people can have talents, and there's a reason that Harry Potter took off. It's a great series. For a lot of us, it's more than that.

I'm someone who had a #HardChildhood and I'm (probably, but not diagnosed) neurodivergent in various ways that resulted in fiction being my escapism from the trauma of real life, the Harry Potter books being my first real taste of reading and writing. Stories and their universes have always been my passion, and Harry Potter was the first. It's a part of who I am, and I know I'm not alone in that. I know there are Potterheads out there who can't begin to imagine trying to cut HP out of themselves, and don't feel like they should have to. The books didn't hurt anyone, right? The game isn't responsible for Rowling's bigotry. Well, no, but supporting the game does translate to supporting her, as unfair as that might be. To such people who have dug in their heels, I get it. I really do. It's hard. People mock you for it and infantilize you, but it really is hard. For some of us, it's like grappling with a childhood friend or family member who turns their back on us.

I've struggled with this a lot, wrestled with myself and gone back and forth. What my responsibility is as an ally, what it says about me that I'm still a Harry Potter fan. What I should do about #ThatWizardGame. (Or as some of the critics have dubbed it "Blood Libel: The Game. Which is definitely provocative but I admit, it got a dark chuckle out of me.) For instance, how should we interact with the game? Do we refuse to acknowledge it's existence? Would that even help? Again, it's going to burn across the internet like fireworks, no matter what we do. Giving it the silent treatment won't change that. Anymore than refusing to buy the game will stop Rowling from being rich. (Which is not to say we shouldn't still try, just that it feels a little hopeless sometimes.)

But on the other hand, is talking about the game and engaging with it in the fandom, discussing the plot and characters and so on...is that acceptable? Or is it a slap in the face to the Jewish and Trans communities? For instance, my blog gets a lot of anon messages, and I can already tell I'm going to get several of them about Hogwarts Legacy. (I've already gotten a few.) Is it wrong for me to respond? Does it "count" if I haven't initiated the conversation? What if I feel inclined to craft an OC for this particular era of the Potterverse? Is that bad? It's not as though I'll be making posts saying "And now a word from our sponsor, Nord VPN Hogwarts Legacy!" It's a tricky field to navigate, though I'm sure most people boycotting the game would tell me not to interact at all and stop overthinking it. Still, as this blog has spent the last few years talking about Hogwarts Mystery...is that any better? I can see how giving #ThatWizardGame exposure is a problem. Then again...this is Tumblr. I feel as though Tumblr exposure should probably come with an asterisk. It's a "dead" website that is the antithesis of any other platform building site.

What about Let's Plays? Do I unsubscribe from any channel that plays this game? Because plenty of Let's Players do this for a living and their paycheck depends on playing all of the topical games. I hear that there are Hogwarts Legacy streams that are hosting donations to support the Trans community. Which is a downright hilarious middle finger to Rowling, but on the other hand, that could just as easily be done with a different game. One way or another, I have a friend who's making a Let's Play and she's told me outright that she doesn't want to get involved in the drama. Which I consider to be more than fair. Some people just don't want to get involved in politics. It's true that abstaining from these discussions is lot easier the more privilege you have, but that doesn't erase a person's right to make that choice. Politics can be murder on a person's mental health. Is it wrong for me to support my friend as she enjoys the game? I genuinely don't know.

I don't believe that simply asking questions or engaging in conversations is inherently bad. I'm rarely sure about what I should do and in my experience, people who are always certain can still make mistakes, but they're far less likely to believe they do. I don't believe it makes me a bad person or a false ally to weigh the various factors. Having these conversations, (with each other, not the bigots) and having them politely and in good faith, is how we grow as people. It's how we communicate. It's how we unite against threats like bigotry. Facing these threats can take courage, and integrity. Which isn't always easy, but no one ever said doing the right thing was easy. Doesn't mean we shouldn't do it. Each and every day, we make choices, and we have to determine which ones are good or bad. In this case, though, addressing my fellow potter-heads, those waiting in line to buy the game, those who have an emotional connection to this universe as I do...I can only encourage you to follow the word of a man we're all quite familiar with. A man who is... a lot of things, but he was also extremely wise.

We have to choose between what is right and what is easy.

At the end of the day, here's my point. It's just a video game. To the critics, remember that before you go bullying people for choosing to play it. (Or at least cancel your Disney + subscription first.) Rowling's empire does not live or die on a few nerds sharing head-canons in the back alley of a hellsite like this. But to the players, ask yourselves if engaging with HPHL is actually worth it. If it means that much to you. A simple video game isn't worth supporting antisemitic subtext from a transphobic creator and I think, deep down, a lot of you know that. There are plenty of other open world RPGs you can use to scratch that itch. Go play Witcher, go play Skyrim. If it's the Potterverse you're missing, just reread the books. (I assume you already have them.) But the game also isn't worth infighting among people who are basically on the same side. There's a difference between being a bigot and just being a nerd. Let's all try and remember who the real enemy is here, and do our part to resist them.

Because it really is just a video game. And these problems are much bigger than whether or not you boycott it.

(I welcome discussion in comments and reblogs, or if you want to go into my inbox, feel free. Let's just keep things friendly, or at least civil. So long as you stand with the Trans and Jewish communities, we are all on the same side.)

#Harry Potter: Hogwarts Legacy #Harry Potter #J.K. Rowling #Anti J.K. Rowling #Antisemitism #Transphobia #Allyship #Politics #Disney #Capitalism #Hogwarts Legacy #Long Post #Just one cat's opinion #Blair Speaks

[stormyoceans]

Ah are you melting too? It's so hot here *help*

Your top 5:

lyrics

food

places

vegas quotes

pete quotes

vegaspete scenes

vegas clothes

good?

anyway *blows kisses*

HALEY IT'S BEEN 40 °C ALL WEEK IM AT MY LIMIT 😭 please make sure to drink lots of water and take time to cool down if you have access to some air conditioning!!!

sfjksgdkgs you gave me so many options and i know i should just probably pick one but im bored so imma do them all (it's not like it's already taking me ages to reply to these ;;;;;;). gonna put the interesting ones first and then put the others under a read more!!

VEGASPETE SCENES

already did it here!!!

VEGAS CLOTHES

1. THE WITCHY SHIRT IN EPISODE 9 I WANT TO STEAL IT SO BADLY

2. the white suit in episode 4. i mean im not a slut but who knows. it's also a crime that we didn't get to see him wear it again (i know it would have been impractical to wear it for the final showdown but it would have looked so good splattered with blood)

3. the leather jacket in episode 5. presented without comment 🥵🥵

4. the simple gray outfit in episode 7. i love his fancy shirts but he honestly looks SO GOOD in more casual clothes

5. it was so hard to pick the last one because i love vegas' wardrobe but i guess im going with what i call the slut- I MEAN the snake shirt in episode 11 (because the pattern reminds me of a snake skin?)

VEGAS QUOTES (these are gonna be so disappointing because they're just gonna be lines he says to pete IM SORRY)

1. "i love you, pete." (STILL CANNOT BELIEVE HE ACTUALLY SAID IT. I NEED TO BE SEDATED EVERY TIME I REMEMBER IT.)

2. "From now on, you're no longer my pet. You're the most important person in my life." (NO WORDS JUST 🤧🤧🤧)

3. "If I die today, could it be you who kill me?" (NO WORDS ONCE AGAIN JUST INSANITY)

4. "We make merits together, so next life, we'll get to see each other again." (funny how he initially said that just to mess with pete and now he's actually gonna take pete to make merits together any chance he gets)

5. "No matter how bad I am, if it's for the person I love, I will never hurt their feelings." (okay so he says this to porsche and at that moment i don't believe he meant it, but he definitely means it now with pete. he already hurt pete once, he's never gonna do it again)

PETE QUOTES

1. "When I was little, I used to watch superhero movies with my friends. We fought to be this and that hero... Then I grew up and find out that there's no heroes nor villains in this world." (tells you everything you need to know about pete as a character)

2. "They don't beat us because we suck. They beat us because they, themselves, sucks." (just.. yeah)

3. "I just wanna follow my heart." (PETE FINALLY BEING TRUE TO HIMSELF AND PITTING HIS OWN WANTS AND DESIRES FIRST IS EVERYTHING TO ME)

4. "Would you stop saying that you got nothing left? I'm right here. And don't you turn your back on me. Because... Because I'm hungry." (ONE OF THE MOST ROMANTIC LINES EVER YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND)

5. "Kissing is for people that we like only." (i don't care if it's a little naive, i adore this line)

FOOD

1. pizza. if you had any doubts im italian this is gonna make it pretty obvious..

2. i was thinking about not picking pasta but the heart wants what the heart wants (or, well.. the stomach, in this case). what kind of pasta, you ask? just.. you know. any kind.

3. fried rice. BELOVED SAVIOUR OF PLENTY A MEAL.

4. tiramisu. desserts still count, RIGHT????

5. bread. just like with pasta, all kind of bread is good in my book. just give it to me.

LYRICS (once again, im terrible with these ;;;;)

1. Baby, we'll be fine//All we gotta do is be brave and be kind. - baby we'll be fine, the national

2. Oh, you wouldn't want an angel watching over you//Surprise, surprise, they wouldn't wanna watch//Another un-innocent, elegant fall//Into the un-magnificent lives of adults//Make up something to believe in your heart of hearts//So you have something to wear on your sleeve of sleeves//So you swear, you just saw a feathery woman//Carry a blindfolded man through the trees. - mistaken for stranger, the national

3. Now find a rooftop to sing from//Now find a hallway to dance//You don't need no edge to cling from//Your heart is there, it's in your hands//I know it seems like forever//I know it seems like an age//But one day this will be over//I swear it's not so far away. - various storms and saints, florence + the machine

4. 'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable//And life's like an hourglass glued to the table//No one can find the rewind button, boys//So cradle your head in your hands//And breathe, just breathe. - breathe (2 am), anna nalick

5. And do you look into the mirror to remind yourself you're there?//Or have somebody's goodnight kisses got that covered? - love is a laserquest, arctic monkey

PLACES (i actually haven't traveled a lot in my life so im just.. turning this into a funny thing. sort of ;;;;;)

1. my bed. ngl there's no other place i'd rather be.

2. the north sea. okay this sounds very pretentious, but.. one of my very few and most memorable travels has been to the netherlands back in highschool, and idk why but the sea there left such an impact on me, which is kinda ridiculous since italy has the sea everywhere, but you know. i'd like to go back to it one day, just to see if it still leaves me breathless.

3. parks. so, yeah, i have never traveled much but every time i go to a new city i always take the time to visit at least one of its park.

4. lakes. my region has the three biggest lakes in italy and growing up we never had enough money to go to the beach, so lakes were the closest substitute. still love them.

5. the one ice cream place in my town who still gives you free whipped cream and toppings. the backbone of our economy.

#OKAY IM DONE IM SORRY #[BLOWS KISSES BACK] THANK YOU FOR ASKING HALEY!!!!!! 💜 #long post #vegas theerapanyakul #m: ask

[darksaiyangoku]

RWBY Multiverse: The God of Darkness

Ruby awoke with a start, finding herself in an unknown place. It reminded her of when she asked Jinn about Ozpin's darkest secret. She blinked twice. Was this part of Ambrosius's power with the Staff? Or was this a dream? Whatever it was, Ruby didn't have time to dwell on it. She needed to find Yang and others.

"Yang!" she called out. "Blake! Weiss! Jaune, where are you?" Suddenly, she found a figure in the distance. It was faint, but she could make out the colour of long, golden-yellow hair. Could it be? Tears formed in Ruby's eyes as she raced towards her sister. "YAAAAAAAANG!!!" she cried out. Yang turned around and saw Ruby racing towards her. With a big smile, she opened her arms and the two crushed each other with big hugs.

"Ruby!" Yang sobbed, embracing her tightly. "I thought I'd never see you again!"

"Neither did I," Ruby sobbed back.

"I-It's okay now," Yang said, fighting her tears, "We're okay," As the two of them broke the embrace they stared at each other. Something was off.

"Ruby?"

"Yang?"

"What happened to your clothes?" Yang asked.

"What happened to my clothes? What happened to your clothes?" Ruby responded. Yang looked remarkably different from when they were on the bridge. Instead of a brown jacket with brown overalls, this Yang wore an orange jacket, black jeans, yellow boots and a yellow, armoured vest. She also wore a long, red scarf with a white rose emblem on the end. "Why do you look so different?"

"I was about to ask you the same question," Yang said. Ruby peered over her shoulder and saw what looked like Blake walking over to them. Ruby blinked twice. This Blake also looked rather different from when she saved her during the fall. Instead of a bob cut and white jacket, this Blake had long hair, with purple highlights and wore a black tube top and black jeans, with slim black boots. The most jarring thing, however, was a tail sticking out of her. Blake raised an eyebrow when she saw two of her friends.

"Yang? Ruby? What happened to you two?" she asked.

"Blake?!" Ruby yelled, "Where did you get that tail?!"

"What do you mean? It's a side effect of the transformation I have," Blake informed her, "Don't you remember?"

"What transformation?" Yang chimed in. "What are you even talking about?"

"Umm, my Devil Trigger?" said Blake. "Also, why do you have that scarf?"

Yang clutched it tight. "It's precious to me. How can you not remember?"

"Remember? This is the first time I'm hearing about it at all," said Blake. Ruby's eyes darted all over. These weren't her friend and sister. Just then, two more people ran towards them. They looked just like Weiss and Jaune, but like Blake and Yang, these two looked different. This Weiss was dressed in a white corest, fishnet stockings and blue heels and Jaune was dressed in a green kevlar suit, with black fingerless gloves, black boots and a yellow and white pattern on his midsection. At the sight of Ruby, he ran towards her and embraced her tightly, causing her blush. Weiss meanwhile was getting strange looks from Yang and Blake.

"What?" she asked.

"Do you really fight in that?" Blake asked, shaking her head.

Weiss scowled at her, "Says the girl in the tube top,"

After breaking the hug, Jaune smiled, crying slightly.

"J-Jaune?" Ruby asked, worried.

"I can't believe you're alive," he whispered. Cupping her cheeks, Jaune started to lean forward, causing Ruby's eyes to pop. Was he seriously about to do this?

"W-Wait, Jaune, wha-?" Ruby blurted. Suddenly the two were split apart by Yang, whose eyes turned red.

"What the hell do you think you'rs doing?!" she screamed at Jaune. Jaune blinked twice, confused.

"W-What do you mean? I was just gonna kiss Ruby," he said, "What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is the fact that you're kissing my sister! What, did you suddenly forget ever loving me and wanted to make a move on Ruby instead?"

"Wait, time out," Weiss interjected and pointed at Jaune and Yang, "You two are dating?"

"Yes!" Yang answered,

"Wha? No!" Jaune replied, "Wait... what is going on?!" Ruby was still frozen in shock, trying to process what just happened. These people couldn't be her friends, yet not only did they look like the ones she knew, but they also acted like them. Blake's jaw nearly dropped as a black cloud formed above them. It twisted and turned until it finally became a human shape. Protruding from its head were two ram horns. It was the God of Darkness.

"Hello there, Team RWBY," he greeted them in a soft voice, "I was wondering when I'd get to meet you," Desperate for answers, Ruby stepped towards him.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Ruby asked, shaken, "Who are these people? Where are my friends?!"

"Calm down, child," the god said, "These are your friends. They're not illusions, holograms, projections or dreams. They're real. As for why they're different, well the answer is a little... hard to wrap your head around. But I'll do my best to explain everything. Your friends aren't from your universe."

Ruby, Jaune, Yang and Blake were awestruck. Not from their universe? This had to be a trick. The God of Darkness wasn't exactly trustworthy. Weiss, on the other hand, didn't seem too surprised.

"So Ozpin's theories were right," she said. "There really is a multiverse,"

"M-Multiverse?" Ruby asked.

"Think about it," Weiss began to explain, "Look at of all us. We all look and act like the Weiss, Jaune, Blake and Yang that you know and love. But we all have our differences from them, aside from our clothes."

"Correct," said the God of Darkness, nodding his head, "There are multiple Remnants out there and you are from 5 different universes,"

Ruby sank to the floor in shock. Different universes. Different versions of her friends and herself. This was a lot to take in.

"If it helps, allow me to explain the different universes. Let's start with Yang's; her universe is a lot like yours, Ruby, but very different at the same time. Kings and Queens still rule the world, magic is not extinct, but a long forgotten art. Blake's universe is filled with angels and demons. Both Jaune and Weiss come from universes with superheroes. As for you, Ruby, your universe is the source. The prime world. The one created by me and my brother,"

Ruby looked up and asked a simple question.

"Why create us? Why these new universes?"

The god stroked his chin, "It was a little experiment that got out of hand. But in order to ensure that each universe maintained some form of order, my brother appointed guardians for each universe to watch over and protect you. Rest assured, dear one. The ones you seek are alive,"

"They are?"

"Yes. In another universe. I can take you there. But beware of the dangers that lie ahead, young one."

Ruby stood and wiped her tears. "I will."

"Very well, I shall send you to the new world," a dark purple glow emenated from his hand. Ruby waved goodbye to the counterparts as she was zapped away. Opening her eyes, she found herself on a mysterious island.

#rwby #rwby fanon #rwby au #multiverse #ruby rose #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #jaune arc #god of darkness #rwby versus xv #rwby devils of remnant #rwby colours of justice #rwby avengers of remnant #devils of remnant #colours of justice #avengers of remnant #rwby volume 9

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

anon ask about negative body image and self-loathing

Hi! I hope it’s okay to rant…I’ve never expressed this about myself aloud and your blog seems like a judgement free space.

I genuinely hate myself. like a lot. From my appearance to my personality and the way I carry myself. I’m a straight cis female and I have a certain idea of what a women should look like… and I am the complete opposite. I have the inverted triangle body shape, so like really wide shoulders, narrow hips, large breasts… which also affects my posture pretty badly. I feel so grotesque. Most times when I look in the mirror I think I look okay but whenever I see myself in a photo or a video I am so disgusted, I feel sick. Like how can I even show myself in public.

There’s no other way to describe it other than that I look like an alien, like I’m not even human. I wouldn’t mind it if I was even average looking. Or at least had a cute face or nice body, by that I mean wider hips than shoulders. But I have neither. It doesn’t help that sometimes people stare at me too…and I just want to hide. Clothes never look right on me. There’s only so much I can do to try to make myself look more proportionate. It’s just not fair. I didn’t choose to look the way that I do. It doesn’t help that I have no friends or have never been in a relationship either. I genuinely don’t think anyone could ever be attracted to me or love me. I try to make friends but they never last, and are often one sided to begin with and fizzle out. No one cares about me the way I care about them. No one wants to talk to me, I have a boring personality and nothing to offer. I’m just so upset, tired and ashamed.

If you had all the things you're lacking, would you be satisfied and happy, or would you find something else wrong with you because this feeling was never about all the things you lacked but actually about something else?

You can change your entire body with cosmetic and other body-altering surgery to became that perfect ideal you're looking for. With will, determination, and money, yeah, anything is possible - but at the end of the day you are still gonna feel the same. Your "certain idea of what women should look like" will always change, you will keep putting yourself down despite everything you've done because you learned to hate yourself, because someone taught you to act this way, because moment after moment created a pattern and now you're here and this is what I'm going to say.

Your body is simply a body.

it's just chillin', cell by cell doing daily activities, the mitochondria bein' the powerhouse of the cell and all that. Hey, the cellular homies have no idea what's going on out there in human society. They have no clue that the "ideal feminine body shape" is arbitrarily and randomly decided by greedy af companies scheming about how shitty they can make you feel about yourself so that you buy their product. For example, compare the "desired female shape" from the 1990's and the 2020's. Completely different. Meanwhile, your poor lil ribosomes are just trying their best to do gene expression here. The DNA says what it says and it is about as helpful as an IKEA instruction manual (read: not very).

It's hard out here, being a cell of the human body. D:

You were born with what you were born with. It is not worse or better than anyone else's body. You've taken the polar opposite of your body type and weaponized it to tear down your self-confidence, because outside influences pressured you into thinking that you need to feel that way - words from people in your life, chance meetings with strangers, marketing and media, fucked-up society, all of it. But there is no particular the body shape you must have to be considered attractive, sexy, or worthy.

People have their own prerogatives. They do what they think is right for themselves. Including you in their lives is secondary to their personal interests. It doesn't make you good or bad if they stay or move on. It doesn't make them good or bad either - they're just doing what they think is right for them at the time. But you're taking their actions and twisting it into a weapon to attack yourself when it probably didn't have much to do with you in the first place.

Why?

It's good to be critical of yourself. It helps you grow and change the things you don't like. But you've hyper-fixated and taken it too far, forgetting about the things that are awesome about you, the interests you have, hobbies you are pursuing. It takes energy to constantly put yourself down. You're drained, abandoning the positives to the wayside. A human is both good and bad. Parts of you will suck, and parts of you don't, but you can't see them because you've buried them deep down and lost touch. It will take work. It might seem easy to constantly shit on yourself, but the reality is that you're actually working really hard to find all the worst angles, and you can redirect that energy to working out, to diving deeper into your interests, to picking up a new hobby, or even distraction. I'm sure that people would say having fun isn't productive, but it is, because it teaches your mind to enjoy something simply for the sake of enjoying it and not trying to get something out of it.

Having that skill is essential for cultivating passion - for others, for yourself, for life.

There are things you can do if you want to. Look for supportive bras and ways to improve posture. Budget for a breast reduction if your healthcare professional thinks it would greatly improve your overall general health. If you want to learn to pose for pictures and know your best angles, look up images of poses you like, copy them, practice on your own, take a class, work with a photographer. There are lots of YouTube videos that explain what looks good on camera - it's not the same as real life. You're taking something 3D and transforming into 2D. It takes a lot of practice. It takes time. It takes failure after failure of looking awkward af until you figure out what you want to look like. It is never the body that is the problem. It is never the clothes. It is figuring out how you want to be perceived at that moment in time and then learning to translate that to the camera, to others, to the world.

You would never say to a friend, you are the complete opposite of what your gender should look like. You're grotesque. Disgusting. Don't go out in public. You're boring. You have nothing to offer. If you're saying those things, you aren't friends anymore. You're being cruel and mean.

Why is it okay for you to say these things to yourself?

You say no one cares about you the way you care about them, but you aren't even giving yourself grace. The most important relationship you need to nurture is the one with you. Friendships come and go. Relationships with lifelong partners are developed later in life. But the constant that remains is you, the one who you will always sleep with is you, and to give love to someone else means you need to love the one and only - you.

Care for her.

Protect her.

Love her.

If it's easier for you to think of yourself as someone to care for, then do it. Make that vow and do for you what you would do for a friend, a lover, a forever partner. You are your forever partner, and she will always forgive you for your mistakes. It is never too late to change your mind. Difficult, yes. So fuckin' difficult. But not too late.

[wherethegravelsthin]

now that the dust has largely settled on the conversation (and I've gotten my Taylor Swift eras tour tickets) I wanna briefly touch on the "fat" scene in anti hero as a 250lb+ woman who is a huge Swiftie and has been since literally the debut era. I'm gonna put this under a cut bc it's long but it's important to me as a fattie and a swiftie to say something on this

So the word "fat" has two uses, right, in our decrepit society. The first use is just a descriptor, and it's one I'd use to describe myself. I am a fat woman. That is just a descriptive fact about my body. Buuuut.... because we live in a society that idealizes thinness even to health-complicating extremes, being fat is often considered a derogatory thing. I'd say to my coworkers that I'm fat and they'd always respond, "Oh, you're not fat!" because they think I'm using the "insult" version of fat, instead of just, saying that I'm fat, because I am.

All this to say is that there is a lot of touchiness about the word fat and its uses, and so you need to take that into consideration when looking at Taylor's original use of it in the Anti-Hero music video -- and I also wanna say when I watched the original version I wasn't even thinking of fatphobia and it honestly brought me to tears because, believe it or not, I've struggled myself with disordered eating and restrictive patterns.

But I have finally decided I too have/had an issue with her using the word "Fat" on the scale, and I'm glad she changed it, and let me explain why: because the word "fat" on the scale, since it was obviously not referring to physical size or description (not to be controversial, but Being Fat isn't exactly a struggle Taylor Swift can claim), it had to be referring to the derogatory usage of the word 'fat', and, yeah, it kinda makes sense for us fatties to be sick to death of thin people being like "the worst thing that we could ever envision happening to us is that our bodies will look like yours!". like. C'mon.

I saw a lot of "this isn't fatphobia this is ridiculous activists are going too far" when the drama was happening which made me unhappy because I think we've come pretty far on most micro aggressions and discriminations against marginalized groups in our society, but fat people does continue to be a sticking point for many. C'mon. I literally have two shops at my local gigantic mall that I can shop at for clothes, and I'm not even that big of a fat person. There are fat people bigger than me. I have not faced years of medical discrimination and bullying at the hands of my peers for thin people to decide what is, and isn't, fatphobia.

It's just really sad, ultimately, because disordered eating comes from, at its heart of hearts, a fear of being fat. That statement, "the worst thing that we could ever envision happening to us is that our bodies will look like yours", how many times in my career as a barista did I ask thin people if they wanted whipped cream and they'd laugh and say "ohh nooo I shouldn't" when I am literally the size I am standing in front of them. Why shouldn't you, Susan? What are you so scared will happen if you dare to have whipped cream on your stupid fucking latte. Do you think one latte and that's it, you'll look like me for the rest of your existence? Being fat is the most common fear among thin people in our society, and it's so normalized, and it shouldn't be. The diet industry is worth $8 billion annually, and that price rises every year we don't scream about how when fat people are given gastric bypass surgeries their suicide rate JUMPS up.

You see this a little in Miss Americana, when she's talking about her disordered eating habits, which again I relate to, but she says, "it's better for people to think you look fat than to look sick", as though being fat is, again, a bad thing. It's not. Like... I'm hardly ever cold. I have so much room for all the tattoos I want. My titties are enormous. My double chin and my big belly are not character flaws, they're body parts. It would make me happy to see more fat acceptance in the Swiftie community. The first step towards getting over our fear of being fat has to come from real acceptance of fat bodies. That is the only way we take on disordered eating, the diet industry, all of it.

#ts #gravel talks #don't tear me to pieces this is just an onion. #cw disordered eating///21r3g4rnt h

[mummer]

Jacob and Esau, George Frederic Watts (1878) 

tfw you steal each other’s birthrights

#they are literally both esau. it's crazy. can we go crazy for this #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #jaime lannister #cersei lannister #brienne of tarth #this painting is so...... the lady staring is so haunting i HAD to do a study or i would die #dont tag as twincest seriously die if u do that. #the lighting doesnt make sense but. who cares. also i did a background. i never do backgrounds. Please Clap #and this is the most patterning you're ever gonna see me do on clothes. if i could draw everyone naked all the time i would. thanks #this took an incomprehensibly long time #my art

[goldandlights]

(Hello, Dadzawa & Shinson is now my life and I need to write some of this shit down before I combust)

Shinsou gets injured during training with Aizawa.

It's not super bad, just a black eye that looks way worse than it feels, yet after all the lectures Aizawa gave him on not training when you're injured or sick, Shinsou fully expects their next session to be postponed.

It's not.

He gets a text telling him they'll meet up at the same time as always, but to arrive in his normal clothes & ID since they'll be "relocating" the training to somewhere else.

Which is kinda odd? They've never left school grounds for training before. Shinsou does not dwell on it tho 'cause he's more concerned about the fact that sparring will be hell if he can only see out of one eye and every movement makes his face throb with pain.

Maybe it's gonna be a lesson about fighting while handicapped?

The thought doesn't sit quite right with him but he's not going to question his sensei. He can push through a little discomfort if it brings him closer to his goal and makes Aizawa proud.

----------------

Aizawa's actual plan?

Taking the kid out for a meal.

He'd wanted to do that for a while anyway, ever since he noted some concerning patterns in Shinsou's behaviour. The more time they spent together, the more the teen let his guard down and the more cracks appeared in his standoffish facade. Cracks forming an unfortunately familiar pattern which Aizawa had witnessed in a couple of students before (including a certain bi-colored problem child currently in his 1A class).

Maybe a change of scenery would allow for some gentle probing about Shinsou's home life.

It was just his job, right?

If anyone (besides Hizashi) asked, he'd deny the guilt coiling in his stomach, spurring his decision. Though it was not desireable, students got hurt during training and since it had been a honest accident, with noone at fault, there was no logical reason to feel so upset over it.

But feel he did, unfortunately very strongly, when the rock shot out from under the training robots wheels and smacked Shinsou straight in the face.

It hit his cheekbone, not the eyesocket or the side of his head, which was lucky, but Aizawa's heart still clenched at hearing the youths quiet whimpers as he pressed an ice pack to his eye.

It just seemed right to treat him to something nice after that, not coddling at all. No. He's not in the process of developing a truly massive soft spot for the kid. Nope-

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(Sue me but I'm 100% gone for Aizawa (or Erasermic) kidnapping an unsuspecting Shinsou for a nice meal. It's the most basic parental instinct, right? Providing food? And ngl I'm firmly subscribed to the hc that Shinsou's foster home is neglectful af, at least towards him.

His foster parents don't give a shit about his training (they don't believe he can make it) and refuse to give him bigger portions at mealtimes. Thus, Shinsou has to use up almost all of his allowance for food, which leaves very little for other necessities like school supplies and clothing.

The only time he ever goes out to eat in restaurants is... never, actually. He'd always prepared his own meals for school trips and has no friend group who'd invite him along.

So I figure Aizawa sitting him down in a random ramen shop and telling him to order whatever he wants is sufficient to throw him entirely off his game.

Shame burns in his belly, up his throat, when he has to tell Aizawa that he can't, that he's flat-out broke and couldn't even afford an appetizer without having to go hungry some other day. Not that he actually says all that. Aizawa can read the sentiment from his pale, panicked face.

Shinsou watches the realization flit over his sensei's face and has to turn away lest he start crying (or throwing up or both).

"I said it's my treat, didn't I?" Aizawa's gruff voice breaks through his spiraling thoughts, "So pick. And try the gyoza, they're really good."

In the end, Aizawa doesn't let him get away with anything less than a full three-part meal, including the option for extra veggies in his soup, and once the food arrives Shinsou yields to his rumbling stomach, digging in with great enthusiasm.

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They don't talk much afterall. (Though Shouta supposes Shinsou's initial distress has already said plenty.)

The kid eats like he's never had anything this good before and though he winces every time the movement of his mouth pulls at the injured skin around his eye, he finishes in record time, not letting anything go to waste.

The teen is flushed and happy, a dopey, lopside smile on his face Shouta has not seen before and he mentally sighs at the answering warmth filling his own chest. It's always nice to do something good for his students but this kid hits different.

'Zashi was right. Of course he was. He's gonna be insufferable for days.

In the time it takes Shota to finish his own dessert, Shinsou's eyes go from glittering excitement to droopy to half-closed. Aizawa grins openly.

Food coma.

As he signals the waiter for the bill, Shouta does not think about what he learned tonight. The teens initial distress. The shocked wonder battling suspicion when he realized Aizawa was serious about paying for his meal. Shouta hadn't wanted to kick the kid when he was down by asking him if he'd never been in a damn restaurant before. No, Shouta does not allow himself to think about these things now because he'll have plenty of time to gnaw on them at home.

Where Hizashi is likely already waiting to hear how it went. It's more productive to worry together rather than alone.

For now, Shouta has to maneuver a half-asleep teen safely out of the door (without leaving any of their things behind) and into his car. He does not ask the address of Shinsou's foster home.

He's read the childs file enough to know it by heart.

"Hey, kid."

"Mmh?"

"You like cats, right?"

"Wuh- yes? But I never like, had one. None... nowhere I lived had any pets."

"Hm. You ever been to a cat cafe before?"

"No. I didn't even know there was one..."

"There is. Wanna go?"

#dadzawa #shinson #i should be drawing but instead i'm writing this #aizawa shouta #shinsou hitoshi #bnha #my writing #on the 4th dinner/lunch/cafe outing hizashi comes along #just by chance ofc #shinsou watches them together for 3 minutes and knows they're together #by that time #i figure erasermic would've already hit up shinsous social worker #just as a heads up that they're potentially interested #and nobody's gonna throw a hissy fit over two teachers taking a student off campus in their spare time #it's a weird line to straddle #and one of the reasons they don't wait super long to bring up the posibility of adoption with shinsou #hitoshi would probably freak tf out #and maybe break down crying once he understands it's not a joke #OHOHOHO #Aizawa and/or Mic inviting Toshi to use his quirk on them so there'll be no doubt they're saying the truth? #there are endless posibilities #there are so many adoption fics but mostly the 'proposal' happens during some sort of crisis #which is great for the Drama #but how would this conversation go down if they lit just sat toshi down and told him #listen the fact that we're you're teachers probably makes this really weird but we'd like to adopt you

[blueprint-han]

soothing — lee felix.

pairing — felix x (gn) reader

genre — fluff.

word count — 1.9 K

warnings — the reader has hair long enough to braid, other than that, 

note — husband felix brain go bzz bzz <3

“Whoa—” Felix immediately lifts his coffee cup into his hands when you plop down headfirst on the sofa right next to him, groaning in relief as the soft couch fabric surrounds and engulfs you. You throw your bag onto the floor, squirming your way out of your coat before doing the same with it. Felix giggles, the motions you’re adopting to try and not move from the couch but still get yourself a bit more free looking way too funny to the other person.

Your hair is out of it’s ponytail that Felix had surely seen you leave in, and completely disheveled, as though to prove how tired you truly are. Placing his coffee cup on the center table, he scoots closer to your sprawled out figure on the couch, biting his lip to hold back his laugh, but failing to do so.

“Hello to you too, welcome back!” He says all happy and smiley, which you can clearly hear in his tone. His voice instantly brings you some calm, and you sigh, pulling yourself out of your comfortable position to give Felix what seemed like the most adorable expression your husband had ever seen. Your shoulders are slouched yet they seem stiff, as though you’ve been housing tension in them all day. There’s a pout on your face, directed towards Felix for indirectly making fun of your actions, but he knows it’s not serious.

“Hey, I’ve had a terrible day today. Cut me some slack.”

“I can see that,” Felix points out, reaching out to push away the hair that falls over your face and restricts your eyesight. Your eyes immediately flutter shut, and you lean into his touch, almost landing headfirst in front of Felix’s lap if he hadn’t started giggling again in that awfully serotonin-inducing tone and propped his hand against your forehead.

“There, there. Why don’t you go to our room and sleep for a while, hm? We’ll order takeout today, if that makes you feel better.”

Mm, yes. Pizza. Comfort Food.

“That sounds good…” You smile dizzily, still resting the weight of your head against Felix’s hand. Then, you open your eyes, meeting his soft ones and let yourself admire the beauty of your husband for two seconds. He’s been growing his hair long nowadays, and that long hair is tied into a neat ponytail behind him. His smile is as bright as ever. It’s the kind of smile that makes you want to cry and tear up, but also makes your heart flutter whenever it’s directed at you, or literally anything.

His eyes twinkle when they meet yours, and you let your eyes trail over the freckles littering his skin and nose. He’d still be in his makeup most of the times when you’d get home, so this sight is definitely an invited one. You had to admit — to you, there was nothing more beautiful than Felix’s beauty without any makeup, or filter, or editing. He was best when he was himself, his smiley, cute, adorable self. The only one who could make you feel calm without even doing anything, the only person who could make everything seem better with just the smallest gesture.

The only person who made your heart flutter the way it did right now.

You breath in before leaning closer to him, giving him an expression he knew very well. Even after two years of marriage, he could still never not melt whenever you gave him puppy eyes, or whenever you tried to act cute for him to give you something.

“Okay, I know that look-” Felix shakes his head and laughs heartily, leaning toward you too and squishing your cheeks. 

“Pleaseeeeee~” You drag, scrunching up your face in the way you knew your husband would give in to your advances. “I’m tired and plus you petting my hair whenever I fall asleep on your lap is very soothing.”

“Okay, but only on one condition — you go change and freshen up before that.” Felix points to your formal clothing, and you huff in disapproval. “Not going to lie, you smell- kinda.” He makes that cute scrunchy face that you can’t help but malfunction over, even though he’d just teased you.

“Alright, fine.” You roll your eyes playfully, getting off the couch and slouching your way to your shared room, letting yourself change and wash your face. It does make you feel a lot less tense and relieved, but all in all, more excited to fall asleep on your husband’s lap. His touch is always gentle, like a violin bow sliding off it’s strings to produce gentle, calming music.

When you come back, Felix has already cleaned up the couch, the blanket that was sprawled on it now neatly spread for you to tuck yourself into. Obviously, this wasn’t your first time falling asleep with Felix on the couch — it happened more often than one would think it would, to the point where Felix insisted there always be a pillow and a blanket on the couch. The pillow is placed against his lap, and he’s already finished his coffee up and scrolling through his phone.

When he feels your head softly land against his lap, he smiles to himself, placing his phone away and immediately tangling his fingers into your hair as you pull the blanket on top of you, tucking it under your chin and snuggling yourself all warm and cozy against him.

“There, doesn’t that feel a lot better than slithering around in your work clothes?” Felix asks, placing another hand on your thigh to rub small circles into it. 

“Yeah, it really does.”

When Felix starts running his hands through your hair and drawing soothing patterns on it, your whole body immediately feels like it’s melting into the couch. The warmth from the blanket combined with the magic his hands possessed was enough to push you into a deep slumber, until a question pops up in your brain, and halts your train to slumberland.

“When was the last time you braided my hair?” you ask, any signs of your sleep vanished all of a sudden.

“Huh- that’s sudden.”

“Just something that I remembered.”

“Hmm, I guess it was in the early time of our marriage? I don’t remember doing your hair after that, to be honest.”

“Ooh!” You perk up, turning to meet Felix’s gaze. “Why don’t you do it now? I’ll get the comb! One second-” 

“Wait, wait, wait.” Felix pushes you back onto his lap, smiling brightly at your eagerness. “What happened to hey I’ve had a terrible day and I'm tired?”

“Like I said, your hands in my hair is always soothing, plus, my hair's a mess and braiding it would be better.” You push his hand away, running over to your room to fetch the comb before scurrying back to him. You sit down at the couch in front of Felix, pushing the comb into his hand and facing forward.

Felix smiles fondly at you, his heart pounding at your excitement for something so small. He’s lucky to have such a wife, really. A person who knows him truly, a person who loves him for who he truly is on the inside, and a person who can always find happiness with him in the smallest things.

As for you? You’ve lucky to have such a husband. Such a bright, outgoing, empathetic person. You’ve been really blessed to have someone as pure hearted, kind and lovely as him. You’ve been blessed to be the woman he finds his happiness with.

“Okay…” He runs the comb through your hair, and owing to its effect, instantly, your eyes flutter close when he places his hand on top of your head. There was something so exquisite about his touch, it was so soothing. It was like a soft feather running against your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake but always led you to feel relaxed. 

Once Felix has smoothed down your hair, he begins braiding it, and you're already half asleep at this point. It’s like a warm cocoon of love and pure adoration for each other is surrounding the both of you, lulling you into the blissful intimacy of just being with each other and sharing this comfortable silence.

You can hear Felix’s laugh and it pulls you out of your trance. You then realise that you’re almost close to falling asleep on Felix’s knee — clearly, you were still sleepy regardless of your excitement.

“Y/N, you’re leaning to the side.”

“Didn’t I say your hands were soothing?”

Felix blushes. He still can’t help but feel shy of your reaction to his touch even after so long, especially when you’re so direct and open about it. He ignores the heat rising up to his cheeks, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your hair and forehead before combing through it again and gathering your hair into a ponytail.

“Okay, just stay straight until the first two plaits, and then you can sleep.”

“Mmmm, I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep myself up for so long though. This feels nice…”

“Y/N, come on!” Felix slaps your shoulder slightly, feeling himself blush even more. Of course, you can’t see him because you’re facing forward, but you can sense the overly chirpy, bright tone he’s speaking in. You’d be the first to know about your husband that he gets very shy when he’s praised for anything.

“Okay, okay fine. But do it quickly.”

Felix hums in reply before running his hands through your hair one more time, gently crossing the sections of hair over each other over and over again. The room is filled with a soft, quiet comfortable silence — one that Felix loves a lot. He wants nothing more than such soft and pretty moments, such lovin moments with his wife.

As he braids, your body leans more and more to his knee, and by the time he’s done, your cheek is pressed cutely against his thigh, your eyes closed shut in slumber. He quickly ties the end with a hair tie, and silently stares at your calm figure snoozing on his knee.

“So cute…” He thinks, not being able to hold back his smile as he lets himself admire your sleeping figure for a quick moment, before mischievously poking your cheek.

You whine at the intrusion, squirming around and you’re almost about to fall asleep again if it isn’t for your husband being a little shit, poking at your cheek again.

“What is it?” You whine louder this time.

“You’re gonna sprain your neck.” Felix says as a matter-of-fact.

“Ugh, okay fine… you’re gonna have to give me more of your ramen for disturbing me.” You pout, lifting yourself up before crawling into the blankets and lying down on Felix’s lap again.

“Hey! Who’s the one who ignored their sleep and got their poor husband to braid their hair?”

“You say that like you weren’t just blushing two minutes ago, sunshine.”

Felix has no words for that, and ends up stuttering. You giggle in victory, tucking yourself into the blanket once again before fluttering your eyes close. You bask in the calmness of the surroundings, letting yourself revel in the feeling of warmth that seeps through you.

Except, one thing’s missing.

“Hey!” You call, snapping your husband out of his admiring gaze. He doesn’t know when he got so engrossed into admiring your beauty, but nonetheless, he can’t stop himself from feeling warm internally when you pout once again. 

“Your hands.” You rub your head against where it’s rested against his thigh, a frown on your face due to the lack of, to quote you, soothingness.

So cute, Felix thinks again in awe, tangling his fingers into your hair before finally, finally watching you drift off to sleep peacefully.

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[matbaerzal]

Swedish Summer | J. Markstrom

A/N: This is for the fic exchange that the lovely @antoineroussel put together! I got @bqstqnbruin , I hope you like this ❤️ Summary: You spend your summer in Sweden with Jacob and it brings up a few memories. Warnings: None that I can think of... A few Swedish words?? Words: 1,6K (it's a short one I'm sorry 🥺)

Italics = flashbacks

"I don’t think I ever want to leave this place" you murmur as you lean your head against Jacob's shoulder. Your eyes are set on the view of the sea from the sunroom of the cabin you'd rented for the week. You'd only just arrived and just placed your bags in your room before sitting down. It had been a long drive to get here, so the last thing you wanted to do was unpack.

It was your first time in Sweden, your first time meeting his family - there were a lot of firsts. After two weeks around his family, you both decided that you needed some alone time together. His family had been great, like better than you could've imagined, but you felt a little overwhelmed and he could spot that from a mile away.

"The cabin or Sweden?" he laughs.

"Sweden" you smile, looking up at him.

"Yeah?"

You see the excitement in his eyes, he'd been nervous to ask you to come visit. He knew it was a big step, but he was more than ready to take it, and he thought you might be too - but the "what if's" always played with his mind.

You'd been hit by the harsh reality that the season was ending soon - which meant that Jacob was eventually going to go home to Sweden. He could see how quiet you got, which gave him a little hope that maybe you'd say yes to his pending question. "Time will fly by," he tries to promise, and you huff out before he continues. "but I was thinking maybe you could come with- or I've been meaning to ask you"

You're taken aback by his question at first not sure if you heard him right or not, the look you give him is nothing but puzzled.

"It's only if you want to, of course- I don't expect you to just up and leave everything to come with me to Sweden-"

It's like his rambling woke you up, and you don't have to think it over before you say "I'd love to, of course I'll come to Sweden with you Jacob."

The excitement he'd had then, once you said yes resembled the one he had right now. And his heart swelled at how comfortable you felt in his home country, with his family - you fit right in.

You lean up and kiss his cheek before laying your head back on his shoulder, basking in the sunlight, listening to the waves of the ocean.

"Wanna go for a swim?" he asks, nudging you softly.

"Do you think it's gonna be cold?"

"We can check once we're down there"

"Alright, I'll go get changed"

---

The water was perfect, just warm enough to go right in, but still, a refreshing break from the sun, cooling your skin. He'd jumped right in from the pier and you'd taken the ladder, needing to dip your toe in the water first.

After swimming around each other for a bit you'd ended up back by the ladder with you seated on one of the steps and him between your legs holding on to the ladder with one hand, the other tracing patterns on your skin.

The softness in his eyes was a familiar one - one you saw every day when he looked at you.

He's sure of himself when he leans in and captures your lips in a sweet kiss.

There'd been a time when he wasn't sure when you'd first met and started seeing each other. He knew he liked you, he knew he wanted to kiss you, to hold you, to be yours. He didn't know if you felt the same, however.

"Can i kiss you?" he whispers.

He was so close you could feel his breath on his face as he spoke, and you'd been ready for him to kiss you when he'd moved closer. His question took you by surprise, knocked the air out of you - here's this confident, handsome, kind man and he's asking if he can kiss you as if he's not sure.

Instinct takes over and before you know it you're nodding - "kiss me, Jacob"

His lips felt as if they were made for kissing yours from the first time you kissed, even though he'd been cautious - testing the waters. But now that you'd both gotten to know every in and out of each other, it was shocking you ever did anything but kiss. His hand wrapping around your waist - just the way you like it. Your nails softly scratching his scalp - just the way he likes it. Your tongues teasing each other as you deepen the kiss.

---

You dry off in the sun together and Jacob gets up before you to make some dinner before you finally unpack all of your stuff. You follow him shortly after to help out, moving around together in the unfamiliar kitchen to find all the things you need.

After dinner, you're both too full to even think about unpacking and you end up on the couch, forgetting all about it until you head to bed. A groan leaves him when he sees the bags you left on the bed - "shit, should we just leave it till tomorrow?" he tries

"Then we'll never get it done" you sigh, walking over to unzip your bag.

"Yeah, alright" he follows your lead, bumping his hip into you playfully before opening his own bag. You help each other hang and fold your clothes, and you would've been done in a few minutes if he didn't keep distracting you by grabbing your hips, kissing your lips, and ticking your sides.

It reminded you of how he acted whenever you spent a weekend at his place when you first started seeing each other. He was always so happy to have you in his space, acting as if slowing you down would make the time slow down too. He'd especially distract you when you were packing your stuff back up - as if the weekend wouldn't end if you never packed.

"Don't go" he almost whined as you zipped up your bag.

"You know I have to, all my stuff for work is at home"

"Just bring it here next time then, I'll even drive you to work"

"It'd be too much to bring back and forth all the time"

"So don't"

"What- you just said-"

"No, I mean don't bring it back and forth, leave it here"

"What do you mean leave it here?"

"Move in with me," he says as if it is the most obvious solution to your problem.

And it made complete sense to you too, you spent every moment you could at his place. There was no need to weigh the pros and cons, you knew you wanted it straight away.

"What are you thinking about, Älskling?"

"Us" you smile and he hums, asking for you to continue to which you tease him about how he always used to distract you - "old habits die hard, I guess" you giggle.

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You could swear it's the middle of the night when he wakes you, your eyes struggling to open as he whispers in your ear "baby, wake up, I gotta show you something"

There's a dim light coming from the window, and you're barely awake as he wraps the duvet around you and helps you out of the bed. The air is cool as you step outside, the birds chirping as you make your way to the pier.

By the time you get there, the sky starts to slowly change colors. You'd been too tired to notice what was going on until now, your eyes blinking to take in the sight of the sunrise. You lean into his side as he wraps an arm around you. Even though you could easily fall back asleep in the comfort of his embrace you can't take your eyes off of the way the sun colors the sky as it starts a new day.

"Love?" he murmurs as if to check if you're awake. All you can manage to reply is a hum. "C'mere" he tilts your chin to look up at him and kisses you softly.

"Jag älskar dig" he smiles

"I love you too"

There's a sudden serious look that crosses his face, not in a bad way, but in a way that tells you he's about to say something important and it sharpens your attention as he looks into your eyes.

"When I first met you I was afraid that my life, my busy schedule would make us drift apart. I wanted to hold on to you for as long as I could, and could only hope that you would do the same. But now, now I know that it's you and me - it's us."

He pauses, and you take a deep breath after having unconsciously held it while he spoke, hanging dearly on to every word.

"I've been waiting for the perfect moment to ask you, but I've realized that every moment I spend with you is perfect"

"Jacob-" his glossy eyes match your own as your voice trembles. You know what he's about to say and you know your answer, holding it in until he finally speaks them.

"Will you do me the honor of marrying me?"

Your mouth is agape, but the words you want to say don't seem to come out as you look at him.

"The ring's inside- I forgot to bring it, I didn't know I was gonna-"

"Yes, of course" you interrupt his rambling, "of course, I'll marry you"

He'd been waiting for the perfect moment and your think to yourself as you melt into each other that he couldn't have picked a better one. There'll be a day when you share your love for your family and loved ones to see, but this moment right here is just for the two of you.

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Chick Flick Moments - Sam Winchester Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Chick Flick Moments

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Requested: by an anonymous reader

Word Count: 2,363 words

Warning(s): violence, cussing, Sam embarrassing himself, spoilers for any movie/show listed in the author's note

Summary: (Season 11) Gabriel takes a break from hiding to teach (Y/n) and Sam to forgive each other.

Author's Note: I had so much fun putting this request together! Also, if I remember correctly, this reader wanted to remain anonymous.

Here are links to all the scenes that inspired parts of this imagine:

1 (Princess Bride), 2 (8x12 Criminal Minds; can't find just the scene to link), 3 (Moulin Rouge), 4 (The Notebook), 5 (The 10 Things I Hate About You), 6 (Gilmore Girls), 7 (La La Land)

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I rolled my eyes as I walked through the bunker.

Sam was still ranting about the most recent hunt. I was just tired of listening to it. Dean had long since given up trying to control his brother, who had shown no sign of listening to anyone.

"You can't just throw yourself into every single enemy," Sam yelled. "Fun fact, you're not Superman!"

"Oh my god," I finally, turning around. I had been halfway through the library at this point. Dean continued through the bunker, ignoring us. "I ran up to one extra vamp because you were about to get your throat ripped out! Yes, I put myself in danger but it was to save you!"

"Why are you so desperate to be a hero," he asked.

"Why are you so pissy that I saved you," I shouted back.

I let out a yell before turning and leaving.

"Where are you going?"

"To bed," I shouted from down the hall. "Maybe you'll be nicer in the morning! You're welcome for saving your ass!"

I stormed into my room and slammed the door shut. I changed quickly, throwing my old clothes into the corner before curling up on my bed. My emotions got the better of me. I started crying into my pillow.

Imagine saving the man you secretly loved... and then he got mad at you about it.

I fell asleep crying that night.

--time skip--

I shot awake, cringing at how bright it was.

I looked around, letting my eyes adjust to the light.

I was on a hill. I was on a hill, lying in the grass with the sun shining on my face. This is not good.

I stood up and did a circle to look around the long stretches of grass. Nothing looked even slightly familiar.

"For fuck's sake," I muttered.

I decided that the best option would be to try to climb down and find a person... somewhere.

I was just about to start making my way down the hill when I felt a hand grab me.

Out of pure fear, I grabbed the person and pulled them from behind me. The person went flying down the hill.

"(Y/n)," I heard Sam's voice yell as he rolled down the hill.

I put my hand over my mouth. He soon stopped rolling and then he stood up, scrambling to pull the black mask off of his face. I sighed, dropping my hand when I saw he was alright.

"Sam," I called.

"Your instinct is to throw some down a hill," Sam asked.

"When a masked man tries to grab me, definitely," I replied. "Fun fact, Sam, I can actually defend myself."

He gave me a sarcastic smile. I shot it right back to him.

Sam looked down at his outfit before sighing and shrugging at me. He had just started to move back up the hill when my visions went dark.

I opened my eyes a few moments later.

What had been an open field was now a dark warehouse or factory. I saw Sam across from me, but also a group of people behind him. I recognized them. They were characters from Criminal Minds, a guilty pleasure I watched when we weren't hunting.

I tried to figure out what was happening.

Then, I became all too aware of the barrel of a gun pressing into my neck.

"No," Sam yelled.

It clicked.

Sam was supposed to be Spencer. I was Maeve. This was Zugzwang.

My heart dropped.

"Wait, please, don't," Sam yelled as the gun pressed harder on my neck.

"Sam, shut up," I snapped.

"Me for (Y/n)," he shouted.

"You would do that," Diane- the unsub of that episode- asked.

"Yes," Sam replied.

"No," I yelled. "Sam, shut up."

"You shut up," Diane growled at me.

"One difference between me and her...," I growled back.

I grabbed the gun, pushing it forward, away from my neck. The bullet she tried to fire hit the brick wall. I turned, bringing an elbow down on her arm. Her hand dropped the gun into my grasp. I pointed it toward her.

"...I'm not scared of a simple gun."

The others walked over and arrested her. I looked at Sam.

"If you continued, she would've killed herself, which would've killed me," I explained. He furrowed his eyebrows. "I watch this show when we aren't hunting."

He walks over, going to hug me before the scene changes again.

"Holy...," I trailed off as I looked around.

Around us, we could see the tops of roofs and a beautiful night sky. It was almost a dreamy setting.

"Where are we now," Sam asked.

"Only the great Moulin Rouge," Sam and I both twirled around to face... Gabriel. "I know, I know... I'm not dead, anyway!"

I rolled my eyes.

"You two need to learn a lesson," he pointed at us.

"It's like back in 2010," I mumbled. "Play our roles to get out. Probably why we were pulled out of the last two."

"You'll fall into them naturally, I promise," Gabriel smirked. "And yes. Stop ignoring the plotline."

"Alright... sure, I was gonna get shot for your crappy game," I snapped sarcastically.

Then, he was gone. I rolled my eyes.

"So, what are the roles," Sam asked as I walked around the top of the elephant.

"Well, Christian and Satine," I pointed between us. "Maeve and Spencer. The Princess Bride and Westley. It's all romance."

"Why," Sam scrunched his face up.

"Because Gabe wants to get his rocks off," I said sarcastically, "I don't know, Sam!"

I walked down the stairs of the elephant. It was gorgeous here. It was just as vibrant as the movie made it look.

"Wow," I look back at Sam. "This is awesome."

I chuckled and nodded.

"What seen is it?"

"The Elephant Love Medley," I said. "Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman sing this mash-up of famous love songs as his character tries to convince her that there is nothing more important than love."

"I'm not gonna sing," Sam shook his head.

"I was not gonna ask you too," I chuckled. "I've heard you sing."

"Rude."

I just shrugged.

I looked around at the room, trying to figure out how to play these roles without the singing.

"Wait," I said. "Come on."

I grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the stairs.

"What is it," Sam asked as we made it to the top.

"At the end of the medley, Christian and Satine are dancing and they walk out onto this field of clouds and are held up in the sky."

"What-"

"This whole movie feels like a fever dream the first time you watch it."

"Come on," Sam held a hand out to me.

"Can you dance?"

"Not well," he chuckled. "The role didn't say I needed to be good."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him.

I tried to lead his steps and laughed as he stumbled into a pattern.

"Come on," I moved back so I could grab only one hand.

I led him a few steps forward and onto- what seemed to be- steps in the clouds. I let out an excited laugh when it worked. Sam looked at me and grinned at my excitement.

As soon as got to the top of the steps... it was gone.

We were in the middle of the street now.

"Aw, that was just mean," I mumbled. I glared at Sam when I heard him laughed.

He held his hands up jokingly before extending one toward me. I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

"I know what movie this is," he shrugged. I motioned for him to continue explaining. He walked over, hand still held out to me, "The Notebook. Noah and Allie dance in the street. So... will you dance with me? Even without the sequence where we dance in the clouds."

I bit my lip as I smiled.

I took his hand and let him pull me into the street. I laughed as I stumbled into his chest.

We fell into the scene naturally.

Sam held one of my hands in his and held my waist with the other. I placed my free hand on his shoulder. I looked up at him. It felt strange that we so casually fell into the scene but I was happy.

Sam jokingly twirled me around before pulling me back to his chest. I closed my eyes and chuckled.

"What," he asked.

"Nothing," I shook my head. "I just never saw you as such a romantic."

"Well, don't tell anyone, you'll ruin my reputation," he said sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes.

Sam spun the two of us in a circle before going to dip me. I didn't think I'd ever get to experience something like this. It always just felt like something I should forget about as a hunter. I was starting to forget why I was so angry with Sam in the first place.

I barely noticed that Sam was leaning in before the scene around me changed.

I was on a football field.

I looked around.

There was no sign of Sam.

"Crap," I mumbled, trying to figure out where to look first.

Then, there was a voice going over the field's speakers.

"You're just too good to be true... can't take my eyes off of you..."

I looked around toward the stands to see Sam walking with a mic. Can't sing, my ass.

"You'd be like heaven to touch... I wanna hold you so much"

"Oh my god," I muttered.

"At long last love has arrived... And I thank God I'm alive... You're just too good to be true... Can't take my eyes off of you."

I tried to bite back my laugh. He shrugged at me with an embarrassed smile and stepped into the actual stands.

We both jumped when the marching band started playing. I looked to see Gabriel smirking and leading their march.

Sam and I shrugged at each other. He continued on with the act.

Now, Sam Winchester pretending to be Patrick in "10 Things I Hate About You" was a treat... and was exactly what you imagined it would be.

He was almost stumbling down the steps as he continued on with the act. I was laughing hysterically by the time I saw the security guards starting to run in.

"Sam," I yelled, pointing behind him.

"Crap," I heard through the mic (which made me almost double-over in laughter) as he tried to take off running.

As soon as he was grabbed, the scene changed.

We both took a deep breath when we realized we were sitting together in a car.

"Thank god," Sam mumbled.

"That was a great performance, by the way," I said, still chuckling.

"Shut up," he muttered, laughing along with me. We fell silent after a minute. "So... what scene is this?"

"I have no idea," I replied.

"It's Gilmore Girls, dumbasses," we heard Gabriel's voice but saw no sign of him. "Season 1, Episode 16... absolute idiots."

"Didn't peg him for a Gilmore Girls fan," I said. Sam laughed.

"Me neither."

We fell silent again.

"I'm sorry," Sam said, looking over at me. "You were right. You can defend yourself and you were just trying to help me. I'm sorry for being such a dick about it."

I grinned, "Thanks... I forgive you. I know you were just worried about me."

Sam smiled back.

"I... umm...," Sam looked down for a moment, clearing his throat and collecting his thoughts. "I just... I love you."

My heart leaped up into my throat. I blinked at him a few times and forced a chuckle out. Which was the wrong response but I panicked. Hunters... we could face the devil but emotions were a no-no.

"(Y/n)," Sam's smile dropped slowly when he realized I wasn't responding.

I was just about to respond when the scene changed again.

Sam was gone again and I was on a city street.

"Dammit," I muttered.

I ran down the street, turning the corner. I looked at the wall of the building I was by. Was this a jazz club?

I walked through the door and was guided to a table so I could sit down and watch the performance.

"La La Land," I said.

Sam and I watched this together. Dean had gone to bed. We weren't tired and just turned this movie on because it looked like it was mostly happy.

Big dance numbers, beautiful effects... and the epilogue that made me hide tears from Sam.

I looked at the stage. Sam was sitting there, wearing a suit, looking at the audience nervously. He hesitantly reached toward the piano. It was like it was a prerecorded track. It sounded just like the movie.

I smiled.

I just wanted to talk to him.

Soon the performance ended.

I stood up and started walking over, seeing Sam starting to walk out.

I grinned at him, "Sam-"

He cut me off by cupping the sides of my face and kissing me softly. I touched his sides lightly, smiling against his lips. It was... magic. Absolute magic.

Then, I shot awake, back in my bed in the bunker.

The game was over. Thank God.

"(Y/n)," I heard yell through the bunker hall.

I ran into the hall and ran toward his room.

We stopped as soon as we saw each other.

"Please tell me that wasn't a dream," I said. He shook his head, smiling widely at me.

I ran over, pulling him down to kiss him again. It was softer than our last kiss and I loved it. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer. I buried my hands through his hair.

"Woah, what did I miss," we pulled away when we heard Dean.

I could basically feel Sam chuckle against my lips before he moved to look at his brother. I turned around in Sam's arm.

"A chick flick moment," Sam answered.

"Alright," Dean gave us a weird look before leaving without another word.

I looked back at Sam with a smile, "I love you."

"I love you too," he grinned and leaned in to kiss me softly again.

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