#bran solo | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

appleblueberry-pie · 4 months

Text

More yandere 42 Miles Morales

I can see Miles having increased courage and confidence when he's with you. He'll say anything and everything that he thinks is important for you to hear, and he loves you too much to not tell you whatever is on his mind.

He wants to hold you so close to his side, feel your body heat radiate onto him. He wants to stare at you forever and wants you to stare at him too. He's dehydrated and you're his only drink of water, his salvation. He needs to have you, every part of you to himself and will remind you everyday.

You swear he's an insomniac with how often you catch him up at night when you guys text. But when he sleeps next to you, he's out and will stay out for a damn while. Hell, he'd wake up acting like he's in a fucking raisin bran commercial just cause you there.

Loves to whisper how he feels to you just to make you squirm. A romantic and flirt, only times ten because it's for you. Caresses your side, face, leg, head, whatever he can get his hands on. He loves you and will show you and tell you.

It definitely gets worse when you reciprocate it. He tell you a little flirt joke and you wholeheartedly/seriously respond back with confidence? He doubling down on you and won't stop cheesing. Don't run away, it's too late for that, he'll pull yo ass back and make you finish what you started.

If you text him, he'll text back in under a minute, no matter the circumstance. Nothing stops him from reaching out to you ever. If somehow you two end up arguing and god forbid you end on a bad note, he'll blow up your phone.

Another call starts up as soon as the last one ends if you don't answer. Sweet nothings of him begging you to answer the phone turn into threats to pick up(without him realizing it because he's too scared and angry to care about how it sounds) very quickly.

I'm laughing at you if you think turning your phone off and going to sleep will work. He will break into your house and wake you up.

"Fuck you turn your phone off for? Pensabas que esa mierda era graciosa? (You thought that shit was funny?) Huh? Don't ever fucking play with me like that." Doesn't care if everyone else is asleep. Just wants to get his message across to you.

That's probably the worst he'll get when he's "mad" at you(he will never truly get mad at you). Don't even ask about how he get when other niggas try to fuck around with you. oh my god. You tell him someone tried to touch you?

"Baby, look at me." Eyes stern, yet frantic. His shaky breathing is scaring you, but you can't let him see that. His hand grabs your chin, his hold making it hurt. "I need you to tell me that that's the only thing he did to you. Are you sure that's all he said? All he did?" He whispers it as if a hundred people surround you both wanting to listen in on what's being said. You nod and he shakes his head. "Cause I'm gonna kill that motherfucker. You hear me? Nobody fucking touches you."

He stares deep into your eyes, you can't tell if he's hyperventilating or not. All you want is for him to calm down, because seeing him like this is too much for you. You don't know if telling him was even worth it at this point.

"NOBODY!" He shouts it in your face and you violently flinch. He immediately consoles you and apologizes constantly. "Lo siento, lo siento, lo siento. Por favor, perdóname, cariño. Te quiero muchísimo. Solo quiero mantenerte a salvo.(I'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry. Please forgive me, darling. I love you so much. I just want to keep you safe.)" He whispers it in your ear and rocks you side to side. He can't stay still for the life of him. He sits you down on the bed and begins pacing.

Whispering to himself and clenching his hands. He then sits down next to you and holds your hands tightly. "I'll be back in at most 2 hours. I'll do whatever you what when you come back. But you gotta eat and catch up on your rest, okay, mi amor? I love you. And I care for you. And I want you to know that whatever happens out there?.....it ain't ever gon' break what we got. Alright?"

He slams his lips onto yours, kissing you passionately in a way he's never done before. A mix of emotions fill you and you can't find the words to make him stay. To make him stop. When he separates the kiss, he rests his sweaty forehead on yours. "I fucking love you." He whispers before leaving.

He would never ever isolate you or lock you up. He heavily prefers seeing you as the best YOU that you can be. He is obsessed with your personality, talents, hobbies, desires, speech, the way you walk, scent, everything. Taking that away from you is like murdering you. He can't live with himself if he did that to you.

Your family loves him, so it'd be hard to escape the relationship when they love him almost as much as they love you. He could give less of a fuck about your friends. You don't need them like you two need each other.

Try to mention anything bad he's done "for you" in the past? Will "assure" you to not worry about it and will justify his actions. "Don't worry about that nigga anymore, mami. I dealt with it. Y'all gon be cool now, okay? So don't worry your pretty self about it anymore and lets get you home. You look tired."

He LOOOOOVES when you coddle him or take care of him. His dream is to lay in your comfortable bed together while you hum him a song and you rub his back while his head lays on your comfortable chest. Every advantage is in his hands when he's sick because he has you to take care of him. He just becomes more delusional when he's sick, basically. Getting fed, maybe praised, cooed at, extra attention and care. Please. He leans into your warm hands like a touch-starved puppy.

Hates it so much when you lead him on strongly but then just shut it down entirely. Flirting with him, pulling him in by his jacket, constantly glancing down at his lips while giggling at his stupid fucking jokes. Then you just turn your head and walk off??? Man, fuck you. Follows you around whining constantly.

Eats absolutely anything you make. I canon he has a humungous appetite. Know how to make gumbo? Half of it's gone in 30 minutes. You'll have to feed him 4 servings every time you cook. That nigga eats everything. "Baby, this good as hell." Yeah, I bet! Knocks out when he's done. Good luck waking him up.

Anyways, he can get really bad at times. But most of the time, he's everything you could ever ask for.

153 notes · View notes

homomenhommes · 13 days

Text

Bran Solo, Pose

25 notes · View notes

lokisasylum · 9 months

Text

I'm sorry but 🐰 is so FAKE!

"My future changed because of it. If I hadn't done this project I would probably still be in bed, eating and watching cartoons"?????

As if he and everyone at Hybe didn't know since months PRIOR how his debut was gonna go down, like that Hybe staff (and Jimin anti) that got caught on DC Gallery talking smack during Jimin's debut about JK's single, because they all knew it had already been BOUGHT thanks to 🛴 & Bongo.

[Reminder that ALL Suchwita episodes are pre-recorded months PRIOR to present events]

Also the way he stated:

"I'm Korean , but I'd like to be the one and only singer who can cross back and forth between k pop and pop songs I'm gonna conquer all genres if I could " "one and only singer"... one and only singer to do WHAT when OTHERS have already done it BEFORE YOU??? (Shinhwa? Ailee??? Hello???) He'll never be the "first and only", "one and only", JUST THE PRIVILEGED ONE.

But you know what really gets on my tits? Its the way he toyed with the fandom's emotions through vlive acting out this story of the mistreated, neglected member that was too scared to ask the company for permission to come on vlive to talk to army, so he asked one of his hyungs to cover for him and "take the blame".

And then continued his little sob-story of "Oh I haven't left my apartment in over 3 weeks. All I do is eat takeout and sleep and play with my dog 🥹 please pity me." Getting so drunk that he passed out like twice (with a whole ass candle still lit) and coincidentally SOMEONE who was already inside the apartment would turn off the live (IF there was a staff with him at all times while recording, why did they let him get so drunk to the point of passing out? )

Then came the rebellious, child tantrums at his own hyungs asking him to take it easy with the drinking live (consequentially bringing hate against said members and his solo stans applauding this behavior as him "standing up for himself & doing what he wants" and how "respect has to be earned").

Then came the sasaeng scare, the "Please don't follow me to the gym where I work out every day, that scares me buuhuu 😭." And again getting drunk "to show how upset he is" by the whole situation, causing more unnecessary concern (a.k.a creating morbid anticipation and more people tuning in to the circus show).

But the live that really took the cake was when he first failed to hide the very obvious vape that was literally on top of the table in a very obvious pink color (like his hoodie) that many quickly identified, then another sob story, then FINALLY came the TEARS, acting like he was about to say goodbye to the fandom for the last time with the perfectly executed: "Please be happy, even if I'm not here." before ending the live and sending the fandom into a frenzy of "omg poor kookie, he's suffering so much" and "omg what if he harms himself???"

Everyone was SHITTING themselves on the TL, expecting the worst to happen.... only for Hybe to share a post from CK with a clip ready to announce that JK had been named Global Bran Ambassador to CK, with this huge promo, a whole ass video, photos, posters, an interview, the whole she-bang.

And suddenly... he was fine? Did another live like NOTHING happened? And the ones that followed??? Suddenly he was this refined model for CK that actually gave a shit about his image? Ya'll cannot convince me that this man was not gaslighting the FUCK outta the fandom through this whole shit-show while 🛴& Bongo finished up securing his achievement$ & po$ition on the chart$ before officially announcing his debut (despite having announced a month prior that another member would debut instead).

Even Jimin called him out on his BS during that live in the car after one of the music shows where outta the blue he interrupted the live saying he was gonna go watch Jimin perform live, as if he didn't know that Jimin's promotions had ended that very day.

Like atp I just feel pity for his stans 'cause they're SO NAIVE that they believe everything he says to the point of creating this false narrative that JK was the one who actually got sabotaged on his debut and received the shortest debut/promo time compared to Jimin. When the cold hard truth is that everything he got was thanks to all the MONEY 🛴 & Hybe invested on him.

#I'm sorry I know Jimin loves these dudes but it needs to be said #they've been gaslighting the fandom since those final concerts in Las Vegas #first it was namgi with the whole obsession with grammys #then SG lying on vlive about having done crossfit with the others and accusing armys of making it up

69 notes · View notes

axelsagewrites · 1 year

Text

Beric Dondarrian - Home

Pairing: Romantic Beric x reader, platonic Sandor x reader, platonic Thoros x reader

TW: few swears

Request: Reader Jon Snow's twin sister and a warrior. After Jon goes to the wall, she escapes Winterfell and travels for a long time. One day, she encounters Thoros from the Brotherhood Without Banners and then learns that Beric is alive. They met years ago and are friends. They have feelings for each other. They are reunited and do not want to be separated from each other again.

Words: 3805

Masterlist Here

Once Jon joined the nightswatch there was little left in Winterfell for you. The girls had left for kings landing with your father and without Ned there to stick up for you Catelyn had been awful. At least before when she kicked you to the side you had Jon next to you. Now he was gone and she wished you had gone with him. Catelyn barely let you spend anytime with bran and while she couldn’t stop Robb from talking to you, she glared. Somehow you were even more separated than before.

It was time to go.

You couldn’t join the nightswatch despite knowing that you were equally as good a fighter as Jon if not better. You couldn’t join your father in Kings Landing as being a bastard was apparently too much of a scandal there despite the southern king being known for his mistresses and whores. You couldn’t join a sept since you enjoyed freedom too much. And without Jon Winterfell was no longer your home. All you had left was your sword.

So that was it. you had decided to pack up your sword and a few other belongings, only those that fit in a satchel, and bid your brothers goodbye. Robb didn’t want you to leave but could at least understand why you had to go. Rickon however was another story. He cried when you left. He felt like he was losing everyone and in a way he was right. Catelyn glared at you as you tried to console her wailing son but did not stop as finally she would be rid of both her husband’s bastards. She never even complained when you took your horse with you. You weren’t sure if she noticed the full pouch of gold Robb gave you but if she did she never said.

As a solo female traveller, you knew you’d run into some problems along the way but you always made do. Your sword was never far from your side and most people that stopped you were petty thieves underestimating a girl. However, you noticed the closer you were to Kings Landing the more trouble you found yourself in.

One night when you were preparing to rest somewhere in the hills in the Riverlands close to kings landing you heard a twig snap and suddenly you were placing your hand on your sword. You had spent enough nights sleeping in forests and traveling through hills to know what noises animals made and caused. It wasn’t an animal.

You knew not all people were bad but the ones who tried to stay silent usually did not have good intentions but luckily for you they messed up. Your breathing was low and you stayed close to the ground waiting to see where they would come from. Then they struck.

You sword caught there’s mid-air before it had a chance to come down on your neck. They had tried to surprise you, but 3 men could never be fully silent. Your swords hit a few more times before you had enough and noticed he had no armour on. As you caught his sword again you raised your foot and watched him fall after you had put all your force into kicking his crotch.

The metal clashing had spooked your horse and when the guy fell your horse decided enough was enough and run. Luckily for you he ran right over the guy who fell but unluckily he ran straight passed the Forrest wall into thick tree lines.

But you didn’t have time to stop. The next guy was already coming at you. You caught his sword each time, but the trouble was the third man. You could see him hesitate until his friend had almost hit you, forcing you to duck and throwing you off balance, then he came into the fight as well. You struggled to keep up with their sword and knife but you did, knocking them away each time.

But you were getting tired and you saw the first guy start to rise after being trampled. You were fucked. Part of you contemplated on trying to run but they would catch you for sure. You were barely keeping up standing in one spot you couldn’t run.

You blocked the second guys next blow but you had saw the first man get up and run at you. You waited for the metal to bite your side but you heard his yelp and turned to see him on the ground and a man holding him by his collar.

“Three against one?” he yelled, “Hardly seems fair. Let’s settle the scores” he said before hitting the third guy with the hilt of his sword knocking him out to the ground.

The second guys eyes widened however he quickly had to catch himself as you brought your sword up again. The first guy was finally on his feet again but your new found stranger friend was making quick work of him. Without a second or even third person to worry about you had no issues in your fight.

You brought you sword down on his before kicking his stomach sending him to the ground. As he attempted to get up you swiped his feet out from underneath him and he fell hitting his head which you soon kicked. He flipped himself over and began to run but you swiped your sword across his back and he yelled in pain falling back to the dirt.

The stranger who had been trying to kill you or rob you or worse five minutes previously was a crying mess backing away from you, “I yield!” he yelled but you slashed across his chest, “I said I yield please mercy-“ but your sword had already found its way through his neck.

“This isn’t a fucking dual you idiot,” you said watching as the life began to leave his eyes. You pulled your sword back. Dark red mud gurgled from the hole and spilled down his neck. You turned to see the stranger pulling his sword out the other guys back leaving him to fall lifelessly to the ground. “I’d say nice to meet you but,”

The man laughed, “Beric,” he said walking up to you and shaking your hand.

“(Y/N),” you were grateful at the lack of last names used, “where’d the last guy go?” you asked when you realised the third lacky had disappeared from where he had fell.

“Don’t worry I’m sure Thoros will have gotten him. He didn’t look very good,” Who the hell was Thoros? As you wondered you saw a man walk out the trees with your horses’ reigns in one hand and a bloody sword in the other. “Thoros come meet our new friend,”

“Who said we’re friends?” You asked, putting your sword back in its sheath.

“I did,” Beric smirked, “we did save your life after all and don’t hit me with the ‘I didn’t need your help’ shtick because lets be real lady but you did,”

You rolled your eyes, “Thanks for the help but I best be off. Need a new spot to sleep now,” you walked over to the apparent Thoros and took the reins from him, “Thanks for finding him,”

“He found us more like,” Thoros said, “You sure you gotta be off so quickly?”

“Im tired,” you weren’t lying but it wasn’t why you were leaving.

As you began to walk into the forest Beric called after you, “We have some rabbits. Already skinned and everything. Just need to light a fire and cook em. You’re welcome to join us,”

You stopped and without turning back asked, “what’s the catch?”

“No catch,” Beric said and you could hear a smile in his voice, “Just want to give a pretty girl her dinner,”

You took a breath debating whether it was worth the hassle and before figuring if they were gonna kill you they wouldn’t have let you rest and feed you first. You turned back around, “Don’t be expecting nothing because I shared your rabbits,”

“All’s we want is your company,”

Dinner lasted longer than expected. You never told them about your now half full coin purse but Beric had no issue paying for you to have your own room in an inn. You were essentially a sellsword company of three doing smaller biddings for small lords. it sounded so insignificant, like such a downgrade from Winterfell, but it was wonderful.

You fought, you were respected, you were paid, you had two guys that always had your back and whom you quickly considered friends. Thoros was drunk or asleep more often than he was awake or sober leaving you much time with Beric and you were not complaining.

He was handsome. Like really handsome. It took everything in you not to swoon like you saw Sansa and her lady’s do at the prince. But this was no wimpy blonde brat. This was Beric Dondarian. But he was also your fellow sellsword and somethings were too precious to mess up.

One morning you were eating in a tavern bellow the inn a small lord had put you up in when everything changed. You were always the last to sleep and first to rise but Beric came down not long after you to share breakfast with you. Breakfast with Beric was your favourite part of the day. He was too tired to notice your long stares and his morning voice gave you a light warm feeling in your chest. Like dancing butterflies.

Today was like no other. Beric sat across from you silently eating oats and staring out a window while you stared at him. Until you heard the whispers. Even in his sleep state Beric noticed them too.

“Hey, you,” he said, turning and leaning to talk to a table of poor looking knights, “What’s everyone whispering about?”

“Haven’t you heard? The kings dead. killed by a boar,” your heart jumped. What would happen to your father with no king to serve? Could you finally return to Winterfell with him? Or would he be stuck as regent for a boy king with no manners.

You hadn’t told Beric or Thoros about your family but they had noticed your silence that day. “Cat got your tongue?” Beric asked as you three walked back to the tavern for dinner after serving yet another lords dumb mission. “You’ve not said a word since breakfast,”

“Not in a talky mood,”

“Funny that,” Thoros chimed in, “Because this is the first time you’ve shut up since we met you,”

You ignored their laughs and entered the tavern, heading straight for the stairs to the inn when Beric grabbed your arm, “Look we’re not happy the old bag died either, but I don’t understand why you’re so quiet,”

You sighed and looked around the tavern for an empty table. “Its not about him,” you muttered leading them to a table in the corner. The waitress came and took your order and finally you told them, “It’s about the hand. Well, im not sure if he’s still hand of the king. Ned Stark,”

“That guy,” Thoros said, “Seems like a nice bloke,”

You laughed, “He is. Really nice actually,”

“What?” Beric said, “You fuck him or something?” his face was sour but yours twisted worse than his.

“Gods no you prick. He’s my father,” and so you explained everything and they tried their best to understand, “I just worry what will happen to him,”

The waitress brought over your dinners at that point, “You’s on about the hand?” she asked, and you nodded hesitantly “Haven’t you heard? He’s called the new king a bastard. He must have lost his mind if he thought that crazy Cersei’s cunt would let that fly. I’ll tell you I wouldn’t even dare dream of saying nothing like that in front of no Lannister,” all the colour had drained from your face. Questioning a king’s birth, right? The smell of war was thick.

You ate dinner in silence before placing a coin from your own purse on the table. “What’s that for?” Thoros asked.

“I have to go,” you said getting up and walking out of the inn.

Beric followed, “Go where?” he asked

“Home,” you said as you began to ready your horse, “My father isn’t making it out of Kings Landing alive. My brothers will need me. Robb won’t sit quiet after this,” you knew what your younger brother was like. He would start a war for your father and as would you. “I’m sorry but I must go,”

You grabbed the saddle about to pull yourself up onto your horse when Beric grabbed your arm and spun you back around, “I’ll find you,”

“What?”

“When this all blows over. I’ll come to Winterfell. I’ll come now if you need me to,”

“You can’t Beric. Your place is here. Thoros needs you,”

“He needs you too,” Beric said as he took both your arms in his hands, “I need you. These weeks since we found you have been the most important weeks of my life. Give me an hour and we’ll come too,”

“I don’t have an hour,” You said, “I need to get to Robb before he does something stupid. When the time comes come to Winterfell,”

“When?” he asked.

“You’ll know when,” you assured him before engulfing him into your embrace. He held you even tighter. Tears slipped from your eyes, “I’ll miss you,” You whispered.

“Ill find you. Promise. Maybe no war will come,”

“Maybe,” you pulled away this time and he rested his head on yours. “Goodbye Beric,” you placed a kiss so light on his lips you barely felt it before you turned to your horse. Beric helped you climb on before waving you off.

It was three years later before you saw him again. You had made it back to Robb and fight in his wars. You had been on his council and told him it was stupid to worry of weddings and wives while your sisters were captives, but Catelyn insisted the Frey’s were necessary alliance especially after Robb had married a stranger. Unfortunately for Catelyn by dooming her son’s life she had saved yours.

She refused to let you attend the wedding, insisting a bastard had no place. Robb had tried to defend you but you told him it didn’t matter. Someone had to watch the horses. Then you heard the first scream. Then the next. Soon you heard the Frey’s laughing. You barely made it onto your horse in time before the Frey’s came for you next.

For the next months you travelled somewhere between the Riverlands and the vale. You weren’t too sure. You debated ending it all till your horse trotted past something at first you thought was a dirty rock. Till it moved.

You swiftly jumped from your horse, unsheathing your sword, and approached the figure on the ground. Its breath was shallow and as you got closer you saw the dry blood crusted on its skin. “Who are you?” you asked knowing while he posed no threat you couldn’t be certain he was alone.

Then he said it, “Arya?” he asked his voice horse and barely a whisper, “Did you,” his breath sucked in,” come back?” he wheezed. His eyes were barely slits and you knew he couldn’t see you.

“Who are you and how do you know my sister?”

“Sansa?” he tried to move before wheezing in paid.

“I’m not Sansa. Im not a stark,” you said, dropping your sword and crouching before the man.

Finally his eyes met yours, “You’re that snow girl aren’t you?”

“I’m that snow girl alright,” you said as you took the water from your side and forcing it to his lips, “Drink,” you told him but he refused.

“Wine, I want fucking wine,”

This time you slapped the dying man, “I’ll give you wine when You’re not dying in your own piss and blood,”

You weren’t sure why you stopped for him. If he had never have said her name you probably wouldn’t have stayed long. Perhaps blessed him with a quick death. Instead you spent the next few days nursing him to health before traveling with a snails pace with him as he healed.

You were close to running out of wine and clean water when Ray found you both and took some kind of pity on you. While Sandor cursed and spat at him you thanked him for his help and now you travelled with his flock. He allowed Sandor to be pulled along in a wagon which he denied he needed but the once great man could barely walk.

Over the months the hound finally recovered. You’d become accustomed to Ray and his crowd, enjoying the spirit of the group. Sandor was a different story. Despite being semi friends with him he’d pissed you off after getting into another toss with Ray after 3 men threatened your sept and Ray seemed not to care. You followed him into the forests to lecture him as he cut wood. However when you returned Ray was hanging from his own makeshift sept and everyone else was dead and their belongings stolen. No words were spoken between the pair of you as you took your sword and he his axe and hunted the men that did this.

It didn’t take long to find them but you hadn’t expected them to be about to be hung. “These men are ours to kill!” Sandor roared when he saw them, stomping up the group. You paid no attention to the other men and started into the eyes of the man who had threatened you hours earlier. “Tell your light lord to pick another prick to take,”

“These are our men,” you heard someone say but you ignored him and walked to the man who had started the argument with Ray. “They were our brothers first,”

You maintained eye contact with the ring leader who’s head was now decorated with a rope necklace. He squirmed under your gaze, “What’s your name?” you asked a mere foot away from him.

“Lem,” He stuttered. The brotherhood around you had fallen silent. “They call me- “

“I don’t care what they call you,” you stopped him, “I just care that I get to watch the life drain from your eyes like you did with my friends. I just want to see you die. And I want to enjoy it,”

“(Y/N)?” Your head snapped to the side and soon you faced with a man you missed daily.

“Thoros? Where’s Beric?” you panicked thinking he had died before you had found him again.

Sandor groaned, “Don’t tell me about your friends with this light prick?”

“Light prick?” you questioned.

“I worship the god of light now. He helped me bring Beric back from the dead,”

“Yeah after I killed him like I plan on killing these pricks but when I kill you,” he faced the men about to be hung, “You’ll stay dead. got it?”

“Where’s Beric now?” but you were ignored.

“They were our brothers first,” he said as he approached you, “but out of fairness I will let you have one,”

“Two,” Sandor argued.

“One,” Thoros still looked at you.

“Three,”

“One,”

“One each,” You interrupted their bickering “One for me. One for Sandor. One for you. Got it?”

“Fine,”

And so, it was done. As the men hung their dying you turned to Thoros “Now tell me. Where the fuck is Beric? If he’s dead just told me already and- “

“He’s not dead,”

“Oh, thank god,”

“He was-“ Sandor interrupted.

“But the god of light brought him back,” Thoros cut him off in return, “Let us take you too him,”

Thoros led you and the other Brothers and Sandor’s to a make shift camp they had set up. As you approached you saw a man covered in scars, bruises, and with an eyepatch sitting on a log sharpening a knife. It was him.

“Beric,” you called as you sprinted towards him.

He had barely had the chance to stand before you crashed into him and wrapped your arms around him, “(Y/N)?” He whispered finally hugging you back. “I thought they killed you. Your brother I heard- “

“I was outside. I never made it inside the wedding,” You whispered as tears fell from your eyes and drowned his shirt. “I survived barely,”

“And I will thank my god every day for your return.” Your bones could crush under the sheer force of his embrace but you did not care, “And I will beg him to never take you from me again,”

“Or you from me,”

You heard Sandor talking in the background but you did not care. After a few moments you pulled back to see him and the other brothers had wandered away slightly but not far enough to be out of side.

“How have you been?” You asked trying to step back but he kept you in his arms.

“Miserable,” he replied, “I was only every happy in my dreams when I would get to see your face,” Beric moved the hair out of your face and rested his hand by your jaw, “Though I understand mine may not be the one you remember,”

“I could never forget your face,” You whispered, trailing a finger over his eyebrows, down his nose, and finally around his lips, “Never not once. I saw you die in my dreams. Over and over. I thought the gods were telling me something. To give up. But I never did,”

“I died six times already. Once by your friend over there,”

“Friend is a strong word,” you said and he laughed, “He’s not as bad when you know him. Not fond of fire though,”

“Maybe that’s why he doesn’t like me,” Beric laughed and his smile was infectious. “I missed your smile. I missed your eyes looking into mine. I missed breakfast. I missed your lips,”

You smiled. For the first time in years you felt at home, “Then you shall never miss them again,” Finally you closed the gap and pressed your lips firmly against his. You melted into the kiss and Beric’s hands found his way to your hair. It was soft and gentle and harsh all at once. Your hands held onto his waist and pulled him closer.

After some moments he pulled his lips away. You could see tears on his cheeks and you knew you had some of your own, “I fear,” he started, “I miss them again already,”

“Then let’s fix that,” you chuckled as your arms went around his neck to pull him in again. You vowed to yourself you would never leave his side again. You realised he was home. Not a house or castle or piece of land. Beric was your home.

#game of thrones imagine #game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #got #got imagine #beric dondarrion imagine #beric dondarrion #beric dondarrion x reader #request #fluff #game of thrones fluff #sandor clegane x reader #platonic sandor clegane

89 notes · View notes

lgcmanager · 5 days

Text

MODELING CONTRACTS Q2 2024-Q3 2024

here is the LIST of modeling contracts. make sure to read this post for more information about modeling in general.

contracts highlighted in light purple means that renewal is possible. renewals become impossible if writing requirements haven’t been met and when this happens, they are placed in the “past” column, which is highlighted in grey. the other reason for this is if the muse has completed a around a year with the brand, since it allows the muse to have a free modeling contract slot and take on different modeling gigs, if possible. if the contract is highlighted in either yellow or blue, there’s no action for you to take (example; Ivy Club contracts).

you are required to submit to the lgcmanager account the following form to renew a contract. if we don’t hear from you before APRIL 27, 2024 at 11:59PM EDT, we’ll assume that contracts pending renewal are canceled.

SUBMIT muse name: contract(s) renewed:

for having one of the highest completion rates last time, we'll be giving an additional +5 MODELING to the reward points. so instead of it being +5 MODELING, you will be receiving +10 MODELING and XX NOTORIETY ( depending on the renewal ).

FIRST RENEWAL OF CFS

once a contract has been renewed, it is so for several months. however the usual requirements must be met if you wish to receive a (better) reward and another renewal the following term.

LIST

(if your muse’s name is still highlighted in purple on the modeling contracts tab, that means we’re still awaiting your renewal submission)

PASSION5 ( bread ): Ahn Yein, Baek Byeongkwan, Cha Hyoseop, Cho Minkyu, Kim Nayoung, Moon Hayoung, Moon Jino, Nam Gyuri, Sung Haneul / cf release on JULY 12

PASSION5 ( cake ): Choi Kai, Kim Cherry, Lee Hyunsoo, Lee Jiho, Min Soyoun, Oh Eunhye, Park Taeha, Son Nabi, Su Parker, Yu Milan / cf release on JULY 17

PASSION5 ( gift ): Ahn Jaehwa, Cha Sori, Han Seunghyun, Kang Minjun, Kim Jinseo, Seo Nina, Shin Jieun, Watanabe Miyu, Yang Aeri / cf release on JULY 8

PASSION5 ( making ): Han Hyunhee, Han Noeul, Jeon Haru, Kang Yoojoon, Kim Jinyoung, Kurosawa Akio, Lee Yushin, Lim Sanghyun, Moon Somin, Park Seojin, Won Yeonwoo, Yamashita Ichika, Zheng Leo / cf release on JULY 15

for the first renewal, the companies have decided to hold in-store events where people can purchase products and receive autographs from the stars. the groups will still be having their own photoshoots and cfs for the upcoming collection, which will be done sometime around MAY-JUNE. the promotional material will be released around JULY and last until the end of DECEMBER.

you have until JULY 6, 2024 at 11:59 EDT to complete the following requirement:

write a solo of 300+ words or a 4 post thread (8 lines minimum) involving another muse taking part in the same opportunity as yours for +10 MODELING and +11 NOTORIETY. your muse will also be paid 14 MILLION WON and be paid 7 MILLION WON due to contract split.

SECOND RENEWAL OF CFS

once a contract has been renewed, it is so for several months. however the usual requirements must be met if you wish to receive a (better) reward and another renewal the following term.

LIST

(if your muse’s name is still highlighted in purple on the modeling contracts tab, that means we’re still awaiting your renewal submission)

Holly’s Coffee: Baek Seona, Seo Minseo

OLENS: Kim Nayoung

for the second renewal, you will be submitting a completed netizen article to help gain some recognition with the netizens! the groups will still be having their own photoshoots and cfs for the upcoming collection, which will be done sometime around late MAY. the promotional material will be released around JUNE and last until the end of SEPTEMBER. for reference, here are the dates that the brands will release their cfs:

Holly's Cofee: June 3

OLENS: June 6

you have until JULY 6, 2024 at 11:59 EDT to complete the following requirement:

submit a completed netizen article to lgcmedia where netizens talk about your muse’s work promoting the brand, for +10 SKILL POINTS IN MODELING and +13 NOTORIETY. your muse will also be paid 16 MILLION WON and be paid 8 MILLION WON due to contract split. in case the articles are submitted close to the deadline, please draft a private post with a filled out netizen article for reference in case the articles cannot be posted before then.

THIRD RENEWAL OF CFS

once a contract has been renewed, it is so for several months. however the usual requirements must be met if you wish to receive a (better) reward and another renewal the following term.

LIST

(if your muse’s name is still highlighted in purple on the modeling contracts tab, that means we’re still awaiting your renewal submission)

Clio: Baek Seona, Lee Yushin / cf release on MAY 24

Goodal: Su Parker, Watanabe Miyu / cf release on MAY 28

Healing Bird ( bodycare ): Choi Kai, Kim Jinyoung, Oh Eunhye / cf release on MAY 26

Healing Bird ( haircare ): Han Jisoo, Kwon Sena, Liu Yuxi / cf release on MAY 17

Peripera: Moon Hayoung, Yu Milan / cf release on MAY 22

all of the brands will be invited to a trade show event where the models of each of the brands will promote the latest products and network with other business professionals. the trade show event will be held a weekend during late JUNE, but they will be having their photoshoot and cf for the upcoming collection sometime around late APRIL/early MAY so that it will be released in late MAY and last until end of SEPTEMBER.

you have until JULY 6, 2024 at 11:59 EDT to complete the following requirements:

write a solo of 300+ words or a 4 post thread (8 lines minimum) involving another muse taking part in the same opportunity as yours about anything related to the trade show event (ex. promoting the products together, networking with other attendees, etc.) for +10 MODELING and +15 NOTORIETY. your muse will also be paid 17 MILLION WON and be paid 8.5 MILLION WON due to contract split.

use the hashtag lgc:modelingcontract. make sure to submit your points before JULY 6, 2024 at 11:59 EDT to the lgcpoints blog:

MUSE NAME · MODELING CONTRACT (Q2-Q3) - SOLO/THREAD : +10 MODELING, +7 or 11 or +13 or +15 NOTORIETY [ LINK ]

#lgc:event #lgc:q22024 #lgc:modelingcontract

14 notes · View notes

supernaturalkickparty · 2 months

Text

Ok so it's taking me forever to get through my Walker re-watch because of the toddler and life in general but I have made a list of all heb products in the first 11 episodes so far.

Pilot- James and Liam sitting on porch waiting for Walker, James is drinking an 1877 mineral water.

Micki and Trey fixing up Cordells hand, Trey is drinking an HEB Twist- store brand version of Sprite.

Season 1 ep. 2 Back in the Saddle

Breakfast scene, Liam is making a smoothie has heb central market organic whole milk.

Season 1 ep 3. Bobble Head- no heb products

Season 1 ep 4. Don't Fence Me In

Cordell and stella talking in kitchen, on top of fridge heb organic raisin bran and heb organic honey nut toasted o's

Abby cooking in the kitchen- bag of hill country fare sugar

Season 1 ep 5. Duke

Micki Trey breakfast scene- jar of heb texas creamy peanut butter and a can of heb canned veggies

Season 1 ep 6. Bar None

Cordell and kids packing for camping trip, there's a bottle Heb orange ginger dish soap by the sink

Abby Bonham Trevor Stella Augie picnic, heb texas tough tupperware

End of episode- Abby gives Trevor food in heb texas tough tupperware

Cordell and kids having breakfast at the sidestep, bottle of heb no pulp orange juice at the bar, bag of heb bagels at the bar

Season 1 ep 7. Tracks

Augie making breakfast- heb 2% reduced fat milk half gallon, hill country fare pancake syrup.

Same heb cereals on top of fridge as in Don't Fence Me In.

Hill country fare red solo cups on table as the kids set up for Thirsty Balls

Season 1 ep 8. Fine is a Four Letter Word

Cordell making the kids breakfast, same heb cereals on top of the fridge, a box of hill country fare snack crackers(heb's version of Ritz)

Augie has hill country fare syrup

Season 1 ep 9. Rule Number 17

Bonham in the fridge, heb heavy cream, heb central market sparkling water, various hill country fare salad dressings, heb spicy mustard, heb sweet tea, heb cranberry juice.

Season 1 ep 10. Encore

No heb products

Season 1 ep 11. Freedom

Hoyt and Mawline in kitchen, heb texas tough tupperware, heb mayo, heb dijon mustard, heb deli meats and cheese, heb essential grain bread.

#walker #jared padalecki #cordell walker #heb #heb products #product placement #walker wiki

11 notes · View notes

creativespark · 4 months

Text

Bran Solo, Jon

#art #painting #bran solo

360 notes · View notes

princessfbi · 4 months

Text

Tag Game: Fandom Edition

Tagged by @mistmarauder

Current Hyperfixation: 911 and rocks

Previous Hyperfixation: Poe Dameron

Top 5 Ships of All Time: Buddie (911), WinterHawk (Marvel), Enjolras/Grantaire (Les Mis), Diana Bishop/Matthew DeClaremont (ADOW), Donna Moss/Josh Lyman (The West Wing)

Top 5 Ships at the Moment: Buddie (911), Madney (911), Niko/Bran (Legacy Series by Rina Kent), Marian (The Gilded Age), Matt Murdock/Frank Castle (Marvel)

Top 5 Fandoms of All Time: 911, The Man From UNCLE, The Almighty Johnsons, Les Miserables, White Collar

Favorite Female Character of All Time: Maddie Buckley (911)

Favorite Minor Character of All Time: Marcus Whitmore or maybe Gallowglass (ADOW)

A Rarepair that you love: WinterHawk? I don't hear much but I love it.

An OT3+ that you love: APPARENTLY I'M IN GOOD COMPANY WITH Illya Kuryakin/Napoleon Solo/Gaby Teller (The Man from U.N.C.L.E. (2015))

Favorite Movie: The Man from UNCLE

Favorite TV Series: 9-1-1 and A Discovery of Witches

Favorite Book: Secret Service by Tal Bauer, Green Creek Series by TJ Klune, God of Fury by Rina Kent

First Site you Ever Read Fanfiction on: Ao3

Where You Find Most of your Fanfiction Today: Ao3

Favorite Social Media Site for Fandom: Tumblr

Tagging @homerforsure @mellaithwen @bigfootsmom @like-the-rest-of-la @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @buddie-buddie @djdangerlove

#tag game

7 notes · View notes

scrybe-scott · 8 months

Text

The Silver Circle Character Intros!

I figured it's about time I posted one of these, so I'm doing it for the WIP I've been working on the most! These are just going to be little snippets about each character, so read on if you're interested in my writing or in fantasy wips in general!

Apologies for the delay for those who saw my other post about this, I’ve been BUSY.

Also, I'm going to be keeping this to the core cast for now. Keep in mind this is them as we start the story! Things here can and will change over the course of the book.

The Good Guys

Bran Brightwood - orphan taken in off the streets by Apprentice Librarian to Orulin the Wise, a powerful and ancient wizard. He's been living in the Tower of , keeping things tidy in exchange for a place to live. He picks up bits and pieces of magic from the wizard that runs the place, whenever he’s in. He’s a bit nervous around people, having spent most of his youth and the first year of his adult life in the Tower, and prefers to let his best friend Arryn do the talking. A human, he’s not particularly attuned to any of the cool fantasy stuff going on, but damned if he’s not interested in it. Has read more books than medically advisable. Arryn - Pickpocket, master attempter of stealth, Bran’s best friend, general moron. We love him. He’s been looking after Bran for as long as either of them can remember, and when Bran got taken in, Arryn insisted they were a package deal. After some pleading from Bran, Orulin accepted on the grounds that Arryn not be allowed to touch anything, ever. When that didn’t pan out, for obvious reason, Arryn’s restrictions loosened, though he wasn’t allowed into the Archives. That’s fine by him, though, as he prefers to spend his days down at the tavern or exploring the city. Kyra - A young half-Drakarran in training to become a Pale Warden. Her Mentor, Torren, has trusted her with a solo mission to help an old friend of his. She's eager to prove herself, especially as one of the few Drakarrans in the Wardens, but retains a sense of superiority around non-Wardens. Her work, she reckons, makes her more important and useful than her traveling companions. Mutual hatred shared with Arryn because of this. Throgg - An Ular mercenary recently discharged from the Iron Fang, a guild of monster hunters. He spends most of his days at the Hawk and Bishop tavern, taking on whatever work he can find. Owes Orulin a life debt, though as more time passes without the wizard calling on him to repay it, the more unsure he is about their deal. Big old grump, unless he knows you. Then he's just a regular grump. Aelar Lorhalien - Bright Prince of the Caeloran Dominion, an ancient Aetheri kingdom that’s recently had a coup under new management. He’s come to Orulin, an old traveling companion of his, for help. Obsessed with the history of his people, Aelar has devoted most of his century or so of life to the study of the mysteries of the Aetheri people, particularly interested in the pre-Aether times. He’s a bit snobbish and out of touch with the outside world, but Aelar is fiercely loyal to people who make themselves his ally. Lucian Arkalis - Master Wizard, Veteran Adventurer, and former apprentice to Orulin, Lucian is a bit of a loner. He studies applied magics in his effort to help his teacher unravel the mysteries of the Aether. Not ostentatious like some other wizards, he keeps his robes and staff simple. Spends most of his time traveling, as he believes magic is best used in active help of others. Twilly Whindlespring - Born to Hillfolk parents in a Stonefolk kingdom, Twilly is a product of both cultures. Her Stonefolk upbringing taught her to speak her mind, possibly at inopportune or inappropriate times, but her Hillfolk culture reminds her to always be chipper about it. Picking up a love of cartography from her father, Twilly is on a quest to create the first-ever map of the entire world. She won’t let anything stop her. Trenton Stoneroot- Ser Trenton Stoneroot is a knight. Mostly in name, as his father is the Duke of Ravencrest, the northernmost bastion of the Felean League. He’s noble, reliable, maybe a little too trusting, and dreams of one day becoming one of the Kingsworn, the High King’s most trusted and skilled personal guards.

The Bad Guys

The Children of the Forgotten One - a cult worshipping an old, dead god. One they are not supposed to remember. They will not rest until everyone does. The lucky among them are granted incredible powers and equipment to aid them in their goals. The less fortunate become Forgotten: warped, mindless creatures bent only on destruction. Astrid - the Cult’s foremost political asset. Has infiltrated the Felean League’s High Council and works from the inside, unbeknownst to any of our heroes. Incredibly brilliant and almost supernaturally persuasive. The head of the operation. Gabriel - Forgotten General. Leads and gathers a supernatural army for his god. Is the most religious of the big 3 villains, and is a zealot for the cause. Will do anything and kill anyone that gets in the way of his divine mission. Donovan - Mercenary leader of the Dragon’s Ire, a group contracted by Astrid to carry out more discreet operations. Not too big on the cult stuff, but the coin’s good, and a place in the new regime ain’t too bad, either.

That’s it for now! I tried to keep it short, this went on way longer than I meant it to lol. Like I said, feel free to ask any questions!

Edit: Oh, and for anyone curious what I mean when I say Aetheri, Ular, Drakarran, etc, check out my second answer here!

#callahanscorner #the silver circle #my wip #my writing #fantasy wip #writeblr #writblr #creative writing

8 notes · View notes

eddy25960 · 2 months

Text

Bran Solo

14 notes · View notes

pbjelly90art · 2 months

Text

Spaceverse Faer sketch dump, part 3!

Back again with more recent colored/WiP sketches of Faer related characters. This time we have, in order: Rhys, Esther, and their son Daniel (Danny) when he was younger, then Rhys solo, then some Fomorian/Fae characters with Dimitri, his sister Sasha, their parents Fyodor and Natalia, and Yosha. Then we have a chibi drawing of some of the kiddos, Rosie, Hope, Gwyn, and Bran. After that we have Roksana, the wildfae Sela, Tristan (should be with the Phanos characters, but he happened to be on this page), Galatea (Gal), Eulimene (Mena), Amanita, her daughter Ramona (both newly introduced to take the roles of Aliana and Joan), Aedus, Cynder and her little brother Chase.

Then there's some older sketches that predate the RP, including: Malin, Halldor, Randall (not yet in the RP, but will likely appear as an ally/friend of Josefa's on Apex Prime), Danny (doesn't have his Spaceverse color palette here, this is from a previous story world where he was a human mage with water magic), another Danny sketch from before this RP, and then a very old sketch of Ancia and Arlen that I still love and wanted saved here.

Dimitri, Yosha, Rosie, Bran, Cynder and Chase belong to Sakume, and the other characters depicted here belong to me.

2 notes · View notes

hilarychuff · 2 years

Note

OMG I just thought of another "The Princess Diaries", sometimes I still think of Sansa who waited for Jon and him never showing up. My poor baby😭

ok i knew i wanted to do this jonsa princess diaries au scene almost immediately because a) frankly there aren't that many actual mia michael scenes in the movie and i don't have my copies of the books at my apartment and b) it's cute!! cute before the heartbreaking moment where jon accidentally stands her up!!! you can imagine the ensuing angst for yourself on this one ❤️ also i thought about waiting until the morning to post this but whatever fuck it i’ll just shameless self reblog later

Oh For Fork’s Sake

“Um,” Sansa says suddenly, the slightly higher pitch of her voice grabbing Jon’s attention as they walk side by side to school.

She’s been talking practically nonstop for the last five minutes, rambling really as she fills him in about her day yesterday, how Sister Mordane gave her a solo in choir, how Robb’s band practiced the same song for forty-five minutes straight at their uncle Benjen’s garage last night. He doesn’t mind. He’s liked just listening, actually. Well, not exactly listening. He’s getting the gist of what she’s saying he’s pretty sure, and he’s been responding appropriately (or at least he thinks he has, nodding along each time she glances over at him at least), but mostly he’s just been enjoying walking next to her.

It’s rare that it’s just the two of them like this — usually Arya is nearby, or Robb, even her little brothers Bran or Rickon — but when he’d rang the Stark family’s doorbell that morning, she’d been the only one who’d answered, opening the door almost immediately and then snapping it shut behind her. Arya was running late, she insisted. Too late to wait for. She’d overslept, told Sansa they should go ahead without her, that she’d grab a ride with Robb instead. So they’d left, and Sansa had seemingly made it her mission to fill the silence for every moment since.

He doesn’t mind. Lately, his head has been so full of stupid prince stuff, packed to the brim with names of long-dead relatives and Valyrian family crests and edicts the Targaryen line had issued over the last 300 years. Daenerys has been drilling him on them relentlessly, insisting he’ll be an embarrassment of an heir if he doesn’t figure out how to get this all down. She’d lost her temper with him last night when he’d mixed up his oyster fork and cocktail fork, and he’d been so frustrated he’d shoved away from the table, so desperate for a break that he’d nearly knocked his chair to the ground. Instead it had only wobbled for a moment, then slammed back down onto all four legs, loud enough that it had startled one of his aunt’s vicious little corgis that had been crowded around her feet under the table. Drogon had lunged, snapped at his ankle, and Jon was certain he’d been on the verge of starting an international incident once he’d finally managed to shake his pants free of the pup’s clenched teeth.

Daenerys had banished him for the rest of the night after that, commanding him to get out of her sight, and he’d stormed straight out and walked the 15 blocks home without stopping. Only Ghost had been able to help him calm down, but when he’d fallen asleep later that night, his dreams had been plagued by royal rules and family trees and he’d woken up stressed all over again. So hearing Sansa just babble on about her day as they walk the half mile from her place to school — well, it’s been kind of nice to pretend at least for a few moments that everything is still normal. That he’s just a regular high schooler like she is.

Now, though, she’s like a record that skipped the track, a few sharp little intakes of her breath punctuating the silence that’s fallen between them even as she keeps her strides steady.

“Um, so I was wondering,” she finally manages, and is she… nervous? Is that what the babbling had been about? She’s a little flushed too now that he thinks about it, both of her thumbs hooked into her backpack straps instead of swinging loosely at her sides. Did Arya tell her about him? Does she know? Is that why she’s suddenly acting weird around him?

“Do you —” she starts, then lets out a huff of a laugh, shaking her ponytail as if that’ll reshuffle the words she’s looking for into just the right order. When she finally gets them out, they’re not at all what he was expecting. “Do you have plans already for Saturday night?”

The question takes him entirely by surprise. Is she asking what he thinks she’s asking?

“Why, is Robb’s band playing somewhere?” he says by way of answer. “Did he recruit you to find him roadies again?”

“Oh, no — Well, I mean, yes,” she says. “Robb managed to convince some café by Dacey’s house that they’re definitely good enough to be playing public gigs, but I, um —” She hesitates again, just for a moment. “I was thinking maybe, if you wanted to, we could do something else. The parts for your mustang came in, and Uncle Benjen gave me my own key to the garage just in case I ever need it, and I know he wouldn’t mind if we wanted to work on your car after hours.”

She’s blushing a little more now, biting her lip, and he can’t believe for a moment that this is really happening. He’s never imagined it like this, her asking him, so nervous that it makes him feel more confident than he ever has in comparison.

“If we wanted to work on it?” he teases, grinning.

“OK,” she says, rolling her eyes, but he can see her fighting her own smile even as she looks straight ahead instead of at him. “If you wanted to work on it while I watched. And maybe —” She hesitates again, sneaks a glance at him, but his smile seems to reassure her. “Maybe we can even order pizza. And M&Ms. And put it on the company card. Uncle Benjen still owes me from that time he accidentally spilled transmission fluid on my math homework.”

He nods along, waits for her to finish, and then shoots her mock-suspicious look.

“You know,” he drawls. “If I didn’t know any better, Sansa, I’d say you were trying to ask me on a date.”

She laughs, finally releases her iron grip on her backpack straps so she can give him a playful shove.

“Shut up. Do you want to or not?”

When her arms drop to her sides, they’re close enough that his knuckles brush against the back of her hand. Suddenly, he feels like he could correctly identify a thousand stupid little forks, recognize the minute differences in each one by touch alone. “OK,” he agrees. “Yeah, Saturday. Let’s do it.”

His knuckles brush the back of her hand again, his fingers flexing, hand open just in case she wants to slip hers into it — and then Arya is bursting between them.

“Um, hello!” she demands, just this side of panting, her school uniform rumpled and ragged where Sansa’s is pristine and pressed. “Didn’t you two hear me shouting your names? And why didn’t you wait for me? I told you I just needed a few minutes!”

He shoots Sansa an accusatory look, and she has the good grace to at least seem a little sheepish. Still, to think that she purposely went out of her way to get him alone? If you put a family tree in front of him, he could fill out every single fucking name, date, and formal title on the damn thing.

“Sorry,” Sansa says. “I thought you were just getting in the shower, not getting out.”

If she were paying attention, Arya would see that for the obvious lie it is, but she’s not looking at them anymore, instead looking down the street past them.

“What’s going on at school?” she asks, and she’s right, there’s something, a crowd hovering around the front steps.

The whole area is buzzing, people milling around with microphones and cameras and tape recorders, reporters and photographers loitering as if they’re waiting for something. There are some students out front too, Joffrey and Margaery and Loras all at the top of the steps — and then Joffrey is leaning out over the railing, pointing, shouting something and, almost as if as one, the whole mob turns to look at Jon. Fuck.

#jonsa #jonsa fic #jonsa au #jon snow #sansa stark #asoiaf #asoiaf au #asoiaf princess diaries au #my writing

46 notes · View notes