#aves got mail

[silverdune]

I am begging for every single one of your thoughts actually

so, i'm an afab, trans/nb human with a shorter pixie cut than eve gilles. i think it's plain ridiculous that expression in any sense of the word is treated as a means to a reductive end. there is no one way to look. to hold the opinion that "women with short hair" is waving some political flag is to completely disregard the agency women have to express themselves however they choose, especially in a society that taxes them on the basis of some nonsensical, one-note image.

my mother has a similar haircut to me. she is no less a woman because of that. if i enjoyed having longer hair, that would not make me any less trans/nb. neutrality of expression both recognises that you are neither dictated by how you choose to express yourself, and that there is beauty in seeing a reflection of exactly who you are, no matter the steps you took to discovering that. for some, expression helps them understand themselves better. for others, it is simply what they have decided looks good. across the spectrum, we are all on a journey to seeing the truest reflection, and to throw the word "woke" on it just perpetuates the idea that humans belong in boxes.

#ave's mail #sorry for the long rambly answer anne #i just got on my soapbox snsnsns but i am VERY passionate #about this topic #rb if you wish! #hey anne!

[theharrowing]

Someone said jokingly “namjoon ghost writer” but i think that if he was the ghost anything there would’ve been lots of lyrics abt riding

LMAO YES i had literally the same thought too when i first heard the song/watched the video. 😂😂😂 we know that man loves to ride.

#m1sss1pm #my darling ave 💜 #the great sevening #you've got mail 💌

[hxneylavendxr]

beams yukina-mashiro-uika sajou no roukaku cover directly into your brain

STARTS COUGHING VIOLENTLYPASSES OUT

imagining mashiro singing castle of sand is enough to melt me into a pathetic little puddle already but then you add YUKINA and UIKA?

i have died. badly

#ik i said i wanted the timestamp on inbox mail but like. now that i can see. whole day later response umm... ap computer sciences got hands! #nyx in my ask box #ave mujica sweep by the way... bandori is achieving love live levels of generation additions lawwd #they keep getting more and more catered to Me Specifically

[hinakyuu]

and they take another early lead….

#oof y’all i got my new avs hoodie in the mail and this happens?? #no correlation (that we know of 👀) but i’m sweating a lil 😬 #avs lb

[choke-me-joey]

Eddie Munson x fem metalhead cheerleader

Summary: Based on this - how Eddie met his not so typical cheerleader girlfriend and a little exploration of their relationship.

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, smoking, underage drinking, drug use, swearing, flirting, violence, smut.

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 2

It had been 3 weeks since you had gone to your first Hellfire Club meeting, and 3 weeks since Eddie had fallen head over fucking heels for you.

He'd liked you before sure, a harmless crush, but now he knew you were into good music and his favourite fantasy game? Consider him a truly smitten kitten.

And now, when you turn up to school in a Hellfire shirt, ripped jeans and that fucking jacket, Eddie could have kissed you right then and there in Ms O'Donnell's class.

"Hey," you grin as you take your usual seat next to him, sliding him a brown paper bag over to him. "So it turns out that Mountain Dew, cigarettes and Cheetos aren't a substantial diet, so I accidentally on purpose made extra chicken salad today. Figured you'd need some more sustenance y'know, got a feeling tonight's session is going to be killer."

"Hey, I eat other stuff too."

"Twinkies and coffee also don't have fantastic nutritional value, Munson." You tease, rolling your eyes. "Ever heard of a vegetable? Y'know, the healthy green stuff?"

"Oh, I'm into the green stuff alright." Eddie grins, eluding to his precious stash. You give him an exasperated look. "I'm kidding. Thanks. And the uh, the shirt looks good."

"Thanks," you smile, tucking some hair behind your ear. Were you...blushing?? "So, um, I was wondering-"

"Miss Y/L/N, is there something that you need from Mr Munson right this very second?" Ms O'Donnell glares at the pair of you.

"I mean, I guess it could wait, 5, maybe 10 minutes?" You quip, making Eddie chuckle. The old bat doesn't seem to be in as bad a mood as usual today, so somehow you narrowly escape detention but earn yourself an extra 5 chapters on the reading for over the weekend.

Later on, when Eddie is diving in to the fucking delightful chicken salad, the Hellfire Club, minus you as unfortunately you had yet to be released from the grip of the cheerleading table, don't miss the unusually nutritious food their glorious leader is consuming.

"Jesus, Eddie, is that an actual sandwich you're eating?" Gareth teases, for which he gets a mini pretzel to the face.

"Is that what Y/N gave you in English this morning?" Jeff smirked and Eddie rolled his eyes. "It is! She's making food for you?! Damn, when's the wedding?"

Eddie shot him a warning glare and it was clear that this was not a topic to be joked about.

"Jesus." Jeff grumbled, shrinking back in his seat.

"I still can't believe we have a cheerleader in Hellfire," grinned the Henderson kid, clearly loving the events of the last 2 weeks a little too much. The heart eyes the little nerd made at you each week over the table during campaigns was almost laughable.

"She's not just a cheerleader, Henderson," Eddie mumbles through a mouthful of sandwich. Because you weren't. You were a pretty cool person, who liked kick ass music and liked fantasy games, but who could also get her leg above her head, not that Eddie had been thinking about that very much at all-

"Hey, Eddie! Hi guys!" Your voice snaps Eddie out of his rapidly approaching dangerous thoughts and he realises you're stood next to him, your perfume wafting over and Eddie kind of wants to just inhale you.

The rest of the table greets you and then go back to their conversations, mostly about band practice, AV club or possible new campaign ideas. Eddie turns to look at you, smiling.

"What's up?"

"So, I was trying to say before we got interrupted earlier, I was wondering if you're going to be going to Jason's party tonight?" You smile, a hopeful look on your face. Eddie raises his eyebrows.

"Uh, gee, my invite must have gotten lost in the mail," he grins. Like he was getting an invite to that douche fest. It would be the last place on earth he'd ever be caught-

You laugh. "Well, it's a good thing I'm inviting you verbally then, huh?"

"Wait, wait, wait. You want me to come?" Eddie's eyes were practically like saucers now. Was he definitely hearing this right?!

"Of course! I mean you don't have to if you don't want to, I just figured you'd probably get a few extra customers there and I don't wanna be stuck by myself all night. These things get kinda boring when you don't have someone to distract you from the god awful music." You shrug, adjusting your bag on your shoulder.

Goddamn you were too cute.

Eddie sighs. If he was going to suffer through this, at least he could make some extra cash.

And be with you.

"Fuck it, yeah, I'll come."

"Awesome! Pick me up at 7.30?" You hand him a scrap of paper with your address on it. He frowns at it.

"Pick you up? Like a-"

"Like a date, if you want?" Your tone was hopeful, eager, and the biggest shocker was that you were completely serious. You weren't joking. You were actually asking him out. Eddie cleared his throat.

"Shouldn't this, uh, be the other way around?" He gestured between you both, and you shrug.

"I got tired of waiting. So, are we on?"

"It's a date, sweetheart."

***

At 7.30 on the dot, Eddie is waiting outside your house in his van, anxiously checking his own breath again. He was pretty pleased with how he looked tonight, his usual ratty band shirts or Hellfire shirt replaced with simple black tshirt and jeans without holes in, a red plaid shirt and his trusty leather jacket. His hair wasn't too unruly either, which made a nice change, and he was freshly showered and shaved.

Wayne had caught him dabbing aftershave on in the tiny trailer bathroom, hissing at the sting, and thanked whoever was sat on their asses in the sky that his nephew had finally found a date that wasn't a six-pack and a large pizza.

You stepped out of your front door and Eddie just about passed away. You were wearing a simple, short and sleevless black dress, one that clung to you in all the right places, with a chunky belt around your middle. Your legs were bare right down to your Dr Martens. You looked...ethereal. Breath taking.

Your face lit up the moment you locked eyes with Eddie and you walked up to the driver's side window.

"Hey, handsome. We match." You grin, gesturing to your predominantly black outfits.

"That we do," Eddie chuckled, pretending his cheeks weren't warming at you calling him handsome. "Ready to go, cutie?"

Well, if you could call him names...

He definitely noticed your cheeks flushing at that.

The drive to the party was a relatively short one, you and Eddie discussing your favourite Black Sabbath tracks, and whether you think Ozzy really did bite the head off of that bat.

"Bats are so cute! It had to be fake, there's no way." You'd said, a little pout on your face as you talked about it.

"Oh it was real, the way it bled and shit?? There's no way that could be faked." Eddie chuckled. "So fucking metal."

"So fucking gross, what if he got rabies?!" You laugh, sticking your tongue out in disgust. "You know, this isn't good first date conversation."

"It isn't? Damn, I must be a little rusty from the non-existent dating life I have." Eddie smirked. "You have better conversations with uh, whats his name, Anderson??"

The way you frown at him makes Eddie think that maybe that was a bit of a low blow, past the playful bantering and bordering on a little mean.

"I never dated that asshole. And I never fucked him either." You growl. "He's such a prick, as if I'd ever touch him or his warty dick."

Eddie bursts out laughing. "Warty dick?!"

You can't help the laugh that bubbles out of you. "He got genital warts from hooking up with some girl from out of state one time. Didn't use a rubber so I guess that's what you get. Plus he's a massive asshole, so he deserves it."

Eddie nods in agreement.

"You know him and his massive asshole buddies are going to be there tonight, right?" He says, leaning forward to check the traffic at the junction he'd pulled up to. You sigh.

"I know, again, that's why I invited you. So I have someone to talk to other than Chrissy or Tammy or Ashley about their upcoming dates or our next competition. I just wanna relax and have fun with a cute guy who wants to actually get to know me, not my pussy."

"You think I'm cute?" Eddie slyly grins and you roll your eyes playfully.

"Don't let it go to your head, Munson."

"Which one?" He jokes and you smack him lightly, laughing hard.

***

A few hours later, you're already a few drinks in, blissfully tipsy. Eddie has had maybe one or two piss weak beers, wanting to stay relatively sober to drive you home and to stay on top of his selling game. Although he'd already made bank within the first hour of the party, so now his main concern was you.

Eddie didn't really know what to do with himself; 99% of the people here hated him and avoided him like the plague. So he was happy just to sit on one of the chairs outside with you as you both smoked, happily chatting and getting to know each other better.

He'd not missed how you'd scooted your chair closer to him, or how occasionally your hand would rest on his arm. You'd not missed how he'd lean into you, or brush his hand over your knee or thigh when he was reaching for something.

Your brain swirled in the best way when Eddie took your hand and helped you up so you could both go and get another drink from the kitchen. He went to pull away after you were on your feet, but you linked your fingers through his and led him inside, pushing through the crowd to reach the drinks.

"I gotta piss," Eddie shouted over the thumping music, giving your hand a squeeze to wordlessly let you know he'd be back. You nodded, grabbing another cup and looking around for the bottle you had been nursing the entire night.

"Wow, Y/N, you fucking the freak now? Made your way through the football, basketball and baseball teams and needed a new challenge?" Anderson's ribbing voice floats over the loud music and you bristle, but ignore him. "Aw, what's wrong baby? Did I touch a nerve?"

"Fuck you Anderson. Take your micro dick and go bother someone else." You snap, finishing mixing your drink and attempting to leave the kitchen. Anderson scoffs, trapping you against the counter with his hefty quarterback frame, his alcohol soaked breath fanning over you making you want to gag.

"You look sexy tonight, Y/N, s'like you're begging to be fucked. You know that freak Munson couldn't do half the shit I could do to you," Anderson slurs and you shudder in disgust.

"What's that? Last 20 seconds and pretend like you rocked my world? I told you once and I'll tell you again, I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last creature on earth, Anderson. Fuck. Off." You growl, pushing against him but he doesn't move. He smirks, shoving his hand up your skirt. Your reflexes kick in and you drive your knee up, straight into his crotch as hard as you can. When he staggers backwards clutching his groin, you punch him square between the eyes and hear the sickening sound of bones crunching. The pain that shoots through your hand is quickly dulled by adrenaline as Anderson stumbles backwards onto the floor, blood pouring from his nose. The entire party is silent, save for the music which is still playing.

Eddie pushes his way into the kitchen after returning from the bathroom, and his mouth falls open at the scene in front of him. You, panting with fury, skirt pushed up pretty much to your crotch, fist covered in blood, and Anderson crumpled on the floor, blood pissing out of his nose and groaning in pain. Two of the other football players pick him up, staring at you in shock.

"She's a fucking psycho!" Anderson yells, his voice thick with blood. "See what happens when she starts hanging around with that fucking freak?!"

Eddie blinks and you let out a scream of rage, diving for Anderson again. Eddie is quick to grab you, restraining your arms behind your back as you struggle to get at Anderson.

"Hey, hey, hey, easy, alright? It's not worth it," Eddie says, soothing and low in your ear. "Come on, let's go."

"If you ever touch me again, Anderson, I'll cut your dick off!" You growl, still struggling against Eddie's grip as he practically picks you up and carries you out of the house towards his van.

"Eddie, that motherfucker, he-"

"I know, sweetheart. I know." Again with the soothing tone. Eddie pretty much carries you to his van and puts you in the passenger seat, buckling you in. He notices your slight shiver and takes off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders.

Eddie gets in and starts to drive.

"Your hand okay?" He asks gently, and you nod. He sneaks a glance at it, already bruised and covered in blood. "Y/N."

"It hurts," you sniff, your tough exterior cracking. "Fucker has a hard face."

Eddie laughs and you shoot him a look. "Sorry, I'm not laughing at you, just wish I'd have been there to see you throw the punch."

"And the knee to the balls," you smirk, and Eddie winces slightly, knowing how bad it must have hurt.

"Jesus, Y/N. What did he do?" Although Eddie had a sneaking suspicion judging by the way your skirt had been pushed up practically around your waist when he came back from the bathroom.

"Aside from trying to shove his hands into my underwear, tried to tell me he could..." you trail off, not wanting to say it for fear of scaring Eddie off, or weirding him out.

"He could...?" Eddie probed. You sighed, looking out of the window as you spoke.

"Pretty much that he could fuck me better than you ever could." You said quickly, your cheeks once again flushing scarlet. Eddie went silent, swallowing hard. "He's just an asshole, I don't care what he says about me, but when he brought you into it, I-"

"Had to defend my honour?" Smirking, Eddie looks at you. "Listen, sweetheart, I'm glad you beat the shit out of him, he's a fucking bitch and deserved it but you didn't have to do it for me."

"I know." You answer and the conversation falls into a comfortable silence for a few moments.

"And I could definitely fuck you better than he ever could." Eddie states, making you burst out laughing.

"Renember earlier how I said dont let it go to your head? That's the kind of shit I meant. No more compliments for you, mister."

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

Is anyone interested in a 1950 WTH House for $1,146,600 in Fresno, CA? It has a whopping 12bds & 5ba. I don't know who took these strange photos, but they are weird. Take a look.

The entrance hall floor features large wall tile.

Here we have a piece of paper blocking out the window for privacy.

But, it's next to two glass doors.

Partial photo of the living room shows a dining table where the coffee table should probably be.

The family room?

Dining room with rock wall, or is it a fireplace?

Floor closeup.

The casual dining area.

The kitchen begins here.

Two more fridges in the hall.

Plus a 4th fridge. That's all we can see of the kitchen.

5th fridge? Watch your step.

There are several of this photo.

And, this one.

And, finally, they have a full sized one, but it still doesn't help.

Ah, here's more. Why is the bed against the door?

Don't know what this is, but they keep it locked. Looks like a boarding house room.

Bath.

I don't know, TV room?

But it leads outside.

Bedroom w/roses around the closet.

Primary bedroom?

Who the hell is this? The mail lady?

Skylight farm on the roof.

Nice chimney.

A/c units with chair.

Trying to clean the patio.

This is an elaborate setup for a mailbox. He's got 99 more crappy photos on the listing page.

https://www.zillow.com/homes/1636-S-Clovis-Ave-Fresno,-CA-93727_rb/18767797_zpid/?

#bad house listing photos #houses #house tours #home tour #WTH House

[savethegrishaverse]

Don't forget the impact of sending physical mail to Netflix!

As our campaign to #SaveShadowAndBone and #SixOfCrowsSpinoff surges forward, we continue to encourage everyone to send physical mail to Netflix! The impact of a tangible, heartfelt message arriving on their desks daily is immeasurable. It turns our passion into a visual reminder of the dedicated community rallying for our beloved Grishaverse.

Why physical mail matters:

Tangible Presence: Emails can get filtered out and lost in the digital shuffle, but a physical letter stands out and must be sorted by hand. It's a tangible representation of our fandom.

Visual Impact: Picture Netflix receiving a steady flow of letters, postcards, and unique creations like origami crows. The visual impact is hard to ignore!

Daily Call to Action: Each piece of mail is not just a letter; it's a daily call to action, a persistent plea to save our show!

And don't worry, we've got you covered if you're international: Fans outside the U.S. have used Postable.com to send customized postcards and cards for less than the price of a cup of coffee. This company is located in the U.S., and the cost covers any custom printing as well as the fee to send mail within the U.S. (no matter where the sender is located). We love smart solutions!

How to send mail to Netflix

Send a letter or postcard to one (or all!) of the following addresses to join the dozens of items being mailed off to Netflix every day!

Mailing Address #1:

Sunset Bronson Studios

ATTN: __________

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Los Angeles, CA 90028

Choose one of the names below for ATTN:

Bela Bajaria: Chief Content Officer

Cole Galvin: Director of Original Series

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Mailing Address #2:

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Los Angeles, CA 90028

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[remembertheplunge]

Today had other plans

I really had an urge to head for San Fransisco this morning to open water swim in the ocean and to write in the Castro district, but, decided to stay home in Modesto instead. 

A guy I met on line and have met once in person is coming to the house tomorrow. So, 

I planned to do some cleaning in his honor.

Then the phone rang. It was Martin Cantwell. He once lived with me but is now homeless out off Hatch Ave. south of town. He wanted to know if I had his mail. He uses my address for his mail. I said I’d bring his mail and some money to him.

The cleaning would just have to wait. Arriving at Hatch Road, he was standing neath a tree near the McDonald’s. He got in my car and asked if I wanted to meet his friend Tyler, also homeless. I bought coats for Martin and Tyler a few months ago. I said “Sure”. 

We drove to where Tyler and several other people were gathered behind a near by strip mall.

Tyler was very appreciative for the coat that I had given Martin to give rot him.Tyler is maybe 6’ 2”, he is a white guy, large framed, short blonde hair and handsome face. He does not look homeless. Later, I gave Martin $40 to buy a bike that Tyler had for sale. I gave Martin some more money to see hi through for a while and headed out for the Jail, where, I was able to see a client We had a good meeting. We both were in good spirits. In part talked about working out and what books we’ve been reading. I told him that I blog every day. We discussed his case and I departed. It’s 2:15pm and I have barely begun to clean my house. I fear that my new friend is just going to have to take me and the house as is tomorrow! Today had other plans!

The homeless encounter and the jail visit back to back were intense and moving. But, are they really that different than my weekly swims in the sea. A friend who ocean surfs told me that when you are out there  “The Ocean owns you”. It also cleanses and heals you. It adjusts your attitude and your life trajectory. It puts things in perspective. As do a homeless encounter and a jail visit. Plus, they are all great fodder for a journal and or a blog entry!

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[paradoxcase]

I feel like with the popular use of google maps for everything, people have forgotten how to read and understand street addresses. For some reason, if you put my address google maps will direct you to the restricted-access parking garage for the apartment, which is on a different street than the front door of the apartment. That's fine if it's me and I want to use the garage, but every time I have to get an uber or get food delivered or get an airport shuttle or whatever they wind up on the wrong street because they use google's wrong directions, and they can't figure out that the address having "X Ave S" in the name means it's actually on X Ave S and not Y Ave S. They just can't figure it out. Even when I explain to them, they can't figure it out and keep insisting that I must live at the post office. And speaking of the post office by the way, the mail always winds up at the right place, this isn't a hard address to find or one that's easily confused with something else, like, once I lived in Chicago on I think it was 23rd St., and half a block to the south was a street called 23rd Pl. and I always wound up with mail that was for the person on 23rd Pl. and they always wound up with my mail and that was a genuinely confusing address situation (thanks, Chicago), but my current address does not confuse mailmen at all. If I want to direct someone to my apartment, I have to give them the address of a nearby business that I know google doesn't fuck up, because most people just cannot read and understand street addresses anymore. These are not like friends that I'm giving my address to, either, these are people who have chosen to earn their living doing a job that requires them to find unfamiliar addresses.

I remember when I was learning Japanese, there was a word ワープロ馬鹿, which literally means "word processor idiot" that was used to describe people who got so used to typing Japanese on a computer that they forgot how to write the characters by hand. We don't quite have that problem because there's only 26 Latin characters to remember (although, I don't really have the ability to write in cursive anymore), but like, imagine if at some point in the future we completely replaced the need to use handwriting with computer entry and people just started forgetting how to write things by hand entirely. Then your phone dies and you're not able to write anything or fill a form out by hand. I thought it was a funny word back then, but I do see now how having this always-available technology that's trying to completely replace everyday activities like locating an address is making us illiterate in some ways.

#technology #computers

[cuddl3s4shur1]

When All Said And Done… Take Time

The Beach

Shuri x Ex Black Fem

Summary:After finding out that shuri was their you start to relax .After relaxing you realize that your girlfriend ky actually comes what happened between the 2.

Warning:Fluff

Timeline: After Wakanda Forever

Authors Note:I hope you enjoy reading this also the 150 follower special will be coming soon idk when

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Oh, girl, I love how you care I'll put your love on a pedestal-Giveon

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Y/n's POV

You get a voice mail from your mom

"I know you at that beach party but be safe because I don't if it was fireworks or gun shots but I see birds out"

You smile at you moms voice mail knowing she cared and was wondering about you. You walk to your friend who had a cooler . “You got some don juilo “ you question . “Hell yeah” she says grabbing you a bottle . “Thanks Mari” you say showing a smile. You walk around on the beach feeling the sand between your toes .

You take a seat on the sand and let your feet dangle in the water. You take a sip from the bottle and swallowing with a sigh.You kinda wanted kyrah here .You keep drinking your bottle . You swallow the last swig of your drink.You take off the cover ups for you swim suit and you put close but not to close it would get wet . You get in the water relaxing to sound and warmth of the water .

You dance to music from afar and enjoy the outdoors.You get out of the water 30 minutes later.You start to shiver it was cold . You would go get get your towel except you forgot your towel at home. You walk over to Mari “You got a extra towel” you ask she nods showing no .

You feel a tap on the shoulder you turn around to see shuri with a towel. “Thanks ri” you say as she places the towel on your shoulders.You give her a hug and start to walk with her. You enjoyed the moment it reminded you when you and shuri was together it was the small things that made you smile .

You hear a familiar voice behind you. You hear people get let dap the person up and more .You turn around to see kyrah.”Ky you said you weren’t going come “ you say running to give her a hug .”You know I couldn’t do that to you I miss you to much “ she says giving you a kiss on your forehead.

Shuri’s Pov

I look at y/n to see who I would believe is her fiancé . As I see

Y/n with her it makes me made to see her someone else.”Ky this is ri ri this is kyah” She says introducing me to ky and introducing ky to me.I felt tension between us but not sexual tension.”Nice to meet you” I say forcing a smile . “Same to you” ky says rolling her eyes .Y/n gives the towel I gave her back “thanks ri “ she says showing a smile .

I look at them from afar in disgust.It’s not like I was mad to see y/n happy I just kinda wanted it to be me . I mean kissing her earlier made me think about the small god memories we had .Kyah layed her head on y/n’s thighs .It felt like somewhere in my heart had been broken.I always did that when I was with her.These small things are getting to me making me realize I have a spot in my heart that still loves her.

The party was pretty fun and cool I got to see y/n dance and grind which made my heart sting. Once the song ended I decided to talk to ky . “So your Ms fiancé “ I ask drinking my whiskey . “You could say I am” ky says smiling . “She really loves you I can tell “ I say showing a smile. “Good to know” she says unfazed . “Look I’m going to need you to back off “ she says cutting her sweet act off. “What do you mean” I ask confused .”I see the way you look at her you still love her and she loves me so you are going to have to like put that under wraps” Kyrah says being snappy . “She says ending the statement with sipping her glass. “P.S shes forever mine and don’t try nothing I ave eyes on you shuri just because your a princess doesn’t mean I’m scared” she says ending with a smile.Y/n looks over at the two of us”Nice talk Ri “ she says smiling than walking away. Y/n continues to look my way making a slight smirk on my face.

After the talk with ky I decided to stay for a extra hour . I danced drinked talked you know the basics. I look over at fiance's in disgust.I decided to leave after cake and ice cream.

I begin to talk to in my bracelet "Call riri" I say."Meet me in the lab" I demand to her. I walk into the lab as I hang up the call. I go to my desk and start to search for the scrapbook. The scrapbook had all the dates me and y/n had . She always told me to burn it but I couldn’t it was history to me .

"Queen, Riri has entered the lab" griot says.I feel her come up from behind me.”Riri I need help” I say closing the scrap book.”What’s going on” she says sitting at the floatable bar chairs . “It’s y/n” I say moving to sit next to her . “Of course it is what happened” She ask me .”So I was at the beach party for danny and I saw y/n and she looked like a goddess you know like usual”I say looking at he .She responds with “mhm” and nods. “Than she went in the water for a bit and and she came out Needing a towel so I gave her mind”.”Than her fiancé kyah comes and we meet that we don’t talk than later she threatens me to get rid of the feelings for y/n . Riri looks at me letting a gasp. “I don’t want to be cold but I don’t want to ruin it” “just win her back I already know your trying so either keep trying “ Riri explains.

“Your right” i sun showing a smile .”I’ll show and tell her about the world we created with one another”S I say getting up to past

“Thanks riri”

I say showing a her a smile letting her know to leave.

I think about what kyrah said to me she’s right .I’m stuck on her but it’s not like I can express she’s going to get married and I’m going to have to live with it . I take pictures of the scrapbook and send it to y/n

Me:Remember the world we created?

I send the message,”I’m so not over her “ I say face palming I lean on my desk and place my phone down. “I can’t just let her go I have to make my point on how I love her and I have changed “ I say standing up. “I’ll remind her about the world we created a tour of all of are dates and pictures items “ I smile at the end of my sentence

Phase 3 Is kinda In a Go

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When All Said And Done... Take Time-Series Master list

#SoundCloud #black panther wakanda forvever spoilers #shuri #shuri fanfiction #shuri udaku #queen shuri #princess shuri #daddy panther #wakanda forever #shuri smut #shuriri #shuri x reader #shuri x y/n

[silverdune]

friend what DOES your url mean, actually. in my brain im like omg it's

tri street confusion

haha! it's in my pinned post but it's french! tristeetconfus breaks down into triste et confus, which means sad and confused

#tri street confusion sounds like an awesome band name tho #like you got caught at a three way junction and don't know what way to turn #ave's mail #hey anne!

[theharrowing]

#m1sss1pm #my darling ave 💜 #the great sevening #you've got mail 💌

[alienguts]

Playing Video Games with Ash (Ash Williams x GN!Reader HCs)

Warnings: None

A/N: I kind of put this together while watching promo stuff for the new game that Ted Raimi is in and it just popped into my head. I don’t do AvED!Ash stuff so this will all be 80s-based.

Ash isn’t really much of a video game kind of guy, he much prefers playing pinball or darts. Or strip poker.

He won’t say it to your face, but he is of the opinion that video games are for children.

The original NES was originally sold as a toy, so he sees it as one.

That being said, he won’t turn down a game of Pong with you and will try his best to get the highest score possible if you dare him.

He’s not a gamer, though, so he won’t really win.

Have you ever heard of those mail-order porn games for the Atari 2600? He will definitely try to get you to buy one.

If you do get one, he’ll be extremely disappointed by it because they’re just pixellated dicks and tits and look terrible.

Arcade dates are a common occurrence; whether or not he’ll actually play with you depends on what mood he’s in, but he’ll give you plenty of quarters until it's time to go home.

He can't beat you at video games, but he's very confident in his pinball abilities.

“They wrote ‘Pinball Wizard’ about me, did you know that, babe?” “Uh-huh, sure they did.”

He won’t admit to it, but Ash can be a bit of a sore loser.

If he loses to you in a game of pinball he’ll say that someone knocked the table or his metal hand screwed him up, but he really knows that you got lucky and he’ll beat you next time.

That competitive streak in him is strong, but it never gets nasty.

#ash williams x reader #ash williams x you #ash williams headcanons #ash williams imagine #evil dead x you #evil dead x reader #evil dead headcanons #horror x reader #horror x you #horror headcanons #horror imagine #self ship #reader insert #*my writing #gender neutral reader #*headcanons

[animationadventures]

I honestly think season 3 is our last chance.

If we want to get a full season 4, we need to go all out. We need to trend The Owl House on every platform possible, use the #save the owl house and #more the owl house hashtags, send more physical letters (and not emails) asking for another full season, watch The Owl House both on Disney Channel and on Disney +.

Heck, put a sign in your front yard telling people to watch on those platforms and send letters asking for more, or go door to door if that’s what it takes. Just try every idea possible if it will help get that full fourth season.

We can be like the Covens Against the Throne in the show, pushing for a change we want to see in the world.

Here are some addresses to use for your physical letters:

Disney TVA 811 Sonora Ave Glendale, CA 91201 Walt Disney Television Corporation 500 South Buena Vista Street FGW #3052 Burbank, CA 91521

Remember to be POLITE when asking about another season. They will throw out anything perceived as hate mail without consideration. Tell them nicely you want to see another full season of The Owl House, and what you love about the show. 

If we do this right, we can recreate the success of the campaign that got Kim Possible a fourth season several years ago, and that would be an amazing accomplishment.

Reblog these addresses. Everyone needs to know where the letters need to be sent.

#the owl house #disney critical #save the owl house #more the owl house

[rustedhearts]

idk how niche of recommendation they are but i like them alot so i thought i'd share!

-barbie and the magic of pegasus (i know it sounds so silly but it's so good omg)

-while you were sleeping (sandra bullock u will always be famous)

-Holiday (1938) (carey grant and katherine hepburn are so so good i love them my bi king and queen)

-the shop around the corner (i like it because its like youve got mail except he doesnt put her out of business)

-the umbrellas of cherbourg (the plot mostly takes place not on christmas but the last scene takes place on christmas eve and is one of the most hauntingly beautiful christmas scenes i've seen in my life)

-it happened on 5th ave (very of its time in attitude but an interesting look into houselessness as it concerns american vets after WWII)

-the bishop's wife (loretta young is stronger than me i would've broken my marriage vows for hot cary grant over my annoying loser neglectful bishop husband sooooo quickly)

-night of the comet (science fiction comedy horror that is sort of a weird one but i like it)

-tokyo godfathers (its an adult animated movie and a tragicomedy that takes place on christmas)

-2046 (a movie set in the same universe as in the mood for love so its excellent)

-carol (i love tragic lesbians)

-Black Christmas (slasher that takes place in a sorority house during the holidays)

-Metropolitan (1990) (a kind of comedy of manners of upper class college students in NYC)

hilarious because i’m watching while you were sleeping rn lmaooo. i love this movie

and black christmas was actually the title i was searching for the other day, i knew that’s what it was called.

thank you for the recommendations! 💓

#rolly! #asks

[bethelctpride]

want a plant friend? Come to our monthly plant swap at Rainy Day Paperback. @rainydaypaperback 81 Greenwood Ave. Bethel, CT on the second Saturday of each month from 11AM-2PM

The forecast for this weekend sucks, so you can sneak in early on Friday the 13th of September for a preview! We have SPIDER PLANTS!

As usual: Bring a plant to swap or take some home! You don't have to bring plants to take some home and you can bring plants without taking.

Got leftover seed packets? Drop them off, too! They'll go out in our seeds by mail program in the spring.

#queer events #lgbtq events #danbury #bethel #connecticut #butches love plants #it's *enrichment* #I'm currently spider plants Georg please come take some home