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soaproll · 2 years

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jj in a relationship;

jj maybank headcanons

“if the sky darkens above you, i’ll stay by your side in the afterglow.”

when you guys first got together it was impossible to stop the affection, he was so happy he got to call you his

will wear your accessories 24/7

your rings are a bit too small though so he puts them on a necklace he has and wears them as pendants

quick to throw hands if someone disrespects you

lets you wear his shirt on the hms pogue when the breeze gets cold

stargazing enthusiast, half your dates are finding some quiet place to stargaze and cuddle

willing to go on drives at any time of day/night

honestly call him at 3am and ask him to go for a ride, he’s otw to steal the twinkie before he even hangs up

you visit him at work and every time he sees you walk through the door it’s like he hasn’t seen you in ages

he pretty much lights up when you walk in any room he’s in

smoke sessions out in the hammock at the chateau

you once called him ‘pretty boy’ while you guys were high and he loved it so much he insisted on keeping the nickname afterwards

tries to take pictures of stars to text to you

had kie teach him how to braid hair so he could braid yours

requires affirmation every now and then about how he’s enough for you, especially after an encounter with luke

leaves you voicemails every so often just because

will nab little things from stores for you, like a candy or a keychain

will hum to you while you’re falling asleep

can be pretty jealous if someone’s flirting with you, especially a kook

gently bullying each other as a way of showing love

constantly recommending songs

the energy between you two is unmatched

his 400 mil dream is to buy a fancy boat and sail down to mexico with you

handmade gifts

surf + swim dates

will literally celebrate the tiniest victories you get

when i tell you this boy is basically your personal cheerleader

will call you babe just because he likes the sound of it

john b knew jj liked you long before anyone else did

lowkey clingy after he doesn’t see you for a while

always reaching back for your hand when he’s in the front seat and you’re behind him

exploring abandoned house/building dates

sometimes when you hang out you don’t even speak, jj just likes being around you even when you’re doing your own thing

manages to sneak a dance in between getting chased/caught by security at midsummers

has a playlist on his phone of music you listen to/reminds him of you

will pretty much always be looking at you instead of the sunset you guys went to see

when john b told the guys he ‘married’ sarah, jj was so frustrated he didn’t come up with the idea first

“that’s a thing?”

“yeah, we just did it ourselves with a piece of my bandana- where are you going?“

“bro, i gotta find y/n”

100% snatched the idea and proposed to you a day later

your wedding ring was one of jj’s necklaces with his favorite ring on it

you took back the ring from the one he was wearing and put your favorite ring on it instead

this boy is seriously obsessed with you (in a healthy way)

#jj maybank headcanons #obx #obx imagine #obx jj #headcanons #outer banks #jj maybank #the pogues #pogues x reader #jj obx #Spotify

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ivysimagines · 3 years

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Hey, love. 💞 I hope you’re having a WONDERFUL day! Can I request a Blurb w/ JJ x Fem! Reader? The Reader is John B’s younger sister, and it’s the Hot Tub Scene? JJ and the Reader planned on being married in the future. JJ fantasized buying her a gargantuan engagement ring, but the pair acknowledged they wouldn’t be able to afford it. However, alongside the Hot Tub, Generators, and Delivery, he bought her an engagement ring too? Angst w/ Fluff, please? Thank you! 💞

of course I can! sorry it took me a bit to get to this. I’ve had bad allergies n haven’t been in the mood to write. anyways, the scenario isn’t exactly the way it is in the episode but i made it pretty similar.

pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem! Reader

request: above.

warning: mentions of abuse, cussing, angst w/ fluff, and underage drinking.

Title: Catch

(thoughts are in italics and bold!)

I sit in the backseat of Pope’s truck listening to trees rustling and the tires driving over the old rocky pavement.

They seriously need to get this road redone.

“Guys, this has gotta be done before my scholarship interview in the morning” Pope says.

I roll my eyes.

Will he ever shut up about that?

Like, he’s smart as fuck.

You’ll get a scholarship somewhere.

“Oh my god, Pope” i say, making it clear i’m annoyed.

“What, Y/N?”

“Guys, no fighting” kiara adds while reaching for her seatbelt buckle.

Okay mom.

Pope parks his truck near some trees.

We all unbuckle our seatbelts quickly and hop out.

Pope and Kie are talking about the plan to get the gold.

I hate that John B gets into this shit.

This is exactly how our dad died.

He can’t die or I’ll have no one.

I walk to the back of the truck and slip my phone into my back pocket.

I lean against the truck while Pope and Kie talk.

I shoo away some nats.

“Damn nats” I say as I kill one.

I hear Kie laugh a little.

Suddenly a shit ton of lights come on around us.

We hear a whirring sound.

“What the hell?” Pope says.

I look over to them and back at the lights.

“Who the hell is that?” kie adds.

We all begin walking towards the center of all the lights hoping to find whoever the fuck did this.

I walk behind them and we hear a cork pop.

I cross my arms and nearly trip over a stick.

We stop and I see it’s my boyfriend, JJ Maybank.

“What did you do JJ?” Pope asks him clearly concerned.

JJ smiles a little, “i’ve got a jet going straight in my butt right now.”

“Y’all should get in immediately, you hear me?”

He grabs three glasses and pours the champagne.

I can tell he’s avoiding looking at me.

“Salud!” he says as he raises the champagne.

“How much did this cost?” Pope asks.

I look back and forth between Pope and JJ.

“Uh. well, with the generator, the petrol, and oh, hey, express delivery...uh, i’d say pretty much all of it”

“All of it?”

“Yeah, all of it”

He looks over at me and then back at Pope.

“You spent all of the money in one day?”

“Yeah, burned a hole right through my pocket. But I mean like, come on guys, like, look at this! Finest in jet-based massage therapy, at least that’s what they told me.”

I stare at JJ with a look of disappointment.

JJ looks over to me.

“Babe, what?” JJ asks.

“Can’t a man have a little luxury in his life! C’mon, all this scrimpin’ and scrapin’..i mean like...guys, we- y’know you only live once, right?” JJ says.

I look at Pope and Kie.

“Like, y/n couldn’t you use some fun in your life? You’ve been all down and shit since your-” he stops himself before finishing his sentence.

Asshole.

“Alright, enough of this emotional shit. Get in the cat’s ass. Come on.” he adds.

“In the what?” Kie asks.

“...in the cat’s ass. That’s what i named her” JJ says while looking off to the side.

It’s quiet for a maximum of 3 seconds.

“Oh, hey, yo, i almost forgot-”

JJ reaches forward and flips a switch and it turns on some disco ball.

“Yeah, that’s right, i know. Disco mode, baby” he says.

“Are you kidding me?!” Pope says in an agitated tone.

“You could’ve paid for restitution!” Pope yells.

“Or literally given it to any charity!” Kie adds.

“Or added it to a fucking fund to get the hell out of here!” i yell.

JJ looks right at me.

“Or bought supplies to get the rest of the damn gold out of the well!” (pope)

JJ turns away and rubs his face.

“Okay, well, you know what?” JJ yells.

He stands up revealing purple and red marks on his stomach.

All these different thoughts began racing through my mind and I could feel my heartbeat speeding up.

Oh my god.

He said things were getting better at home.

...i’m gonna kill that motherfucker.

How can he do that shit to his own fucking kid?

Maybe it’s a good thing my mom dipped and my dad’s dead.

“I didn’t do that!” JJ yells.

“I got a hot tub! For my friends- you know what? No, screw friends. I got a hot tub for my family!”

I look at him and tears start forming.

He looks over to me.

“And, I got something especially for you” he says as he reaches into his swim trunks pocket.

I look at him and he pulls out something small.

“Catch” (JJ)

I open my hands and catch a ring in my hand.

I take a look at it.

It’s not just any ring.

It’s a gargantuan engagement ring.

Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit

I look up at him.

“JJ…”

It’s silent for a few seconds.

I walk over to the hot tub and step on the ladder.

I get inside with him as he rants about ‘everything being fine’.

I pull him into a tight hug.

He starts crying into me.

“I love you” i whisper into his ear.

I rub his back.

It’s quiet as we hug.

Kie and Pope get in with us and we all hug JJ.

“I just wanna do the right thing and I thought-” he says.

“We know, we know. It’s okay, love” i say.

After a few minutes JJ calms down and Pope and Kie leave us.

*now sitting on the edge of the hot tub talking to JJ*

I mess with the ring in my fingers.

“JJ...I don't need some fancy ring” i say.

“I know, but I wanted such an..important ring to be nice”

I look over at him.

“So, this is an engagement ring?”

He smiles at me and nods.

“I know we’re still teenagers and...obviously you can’t exactly get parental consent. Plus, John B would totally kill me if we got married this young. But, we can still be engaged.” he says.

I smile at him and look back down.

“You know, you haven’t asked me”

He sighs and laughs softly.

He takes the ring from out of my hand and looks at me.

“Alright, Y/N Routledge, will you make me literally the happiest man in the world and marry me in a few years?”

I smile at him and bite my lip a little.

“Definitely, one thousand percent”

He smiles and grabs my left hand softly.

He slips the ring onto my ring finger and then places his hand on my face.

We kiss a couple times before I pull away.

I look at the ring on my finger.

Holy shit.

I’m like...engaged now.

What the fuck?

I contain my excitement and just smile.

“So, we could get married when we turn 18...or whenever using our share of the 400 mil and then get the fuck out of here. Away from the obx, away from the pogue bullshit, just...everything” he says.

I stare at him for a few seconds.

“Okay, as long as we can get a dog”

He smiles and nods.

“Named willow?”

“Of course, whatever you want” he says.

I smile at him and we kiss again.

We continue our night together and eventually head to my house.

Hope you enjoy!

Once again, request whatever you would like.

I will also be experimenting with thing like ‘dating ___ would include…’ (i love those types of things lmao)

I might start writing a lot for atypical since i’ve gone back into my atypical phase (13rw as well but idk if ima write for that series or not).

Thanks for readinggg!

Upload schedule:

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There may be random uploads here and there.

If you request something I will upload it on one of those days.

BYEEE <33

#jjmaybank jjmaybank x reader obximagine outerbanks john b new writer jj x reader #jj maybank x fem!reader

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hobidreams · 3 years

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Heyyy, sooo when I heard that BTS didn't win, I was so sad ; especially because we know the Grammys are using them for the money and to have people watch their show. Anyway, as I'm not American and I didn't really know how the Grammys worked, I searched on the Internet and I was kinda scared to find things that would confirm the accusations of racism/xenophobia about BTS losing the award. However, I feel like, from what I read, it doesn't seem like it ?? Like I can't tell for sure right but I wanted to know what u think about it cuz here's what I found (sorry if you already knew how it works) : there's the Recording Academy's voting members : songwriters, producers ect, who are in charge of voting for 2 things. First, the artists who get nominated and then the ones who win. Sooo my conclusion is that, they wouldn't have voted for them in the first place to get them nominated if it was really xenophobic, right ?

It kinda ease my mind to think that it's very much possible that it's just a matter of "Who they thought deserved it the most".

Just wanted to share this, sorry to bother and I wish u all the best with your writing ! ❤

Lots of love ❤

hi babe. i can tell youre coming from a good place. i don’t wanna burst your bubble & i’m usually all for looking on the bright side of things but in this case... im sorry but there definitely IS a selection bias.

the way i see it is that nominations are really just that. they’re not awards. if you ask me, the Recording Academy had a tremendous amount of pressure on them to do something for BTS. they’ve seen the power that BTS holds for getting viewers. they wanted to use that for their advantage. this is proven by the way they put BTS last because they KNEW their viewership would drop the second the boys finished performing. just look at how the viewercount of the youtube pre-show stream went from 1 mil -> 500k, literally HALVED, after the Pop Duo/Group award was announced. the Grammys have been losing viewership year after year, so they needed BTS’ starpower. yes the voting committee might be made of many people, but that doesnt mean a group of people cant be biased as they vote (see any political election ever). honestly the grammys are less actual awards & more like a huge marketing ploy lol. by nominating them, they had another excuse to put the boys in more marketing material. what im saying is they most definitely would have nominated BTS without ever having the intention of giving them the grammy. these two things are not correlated.

also, the thing is, you need to keep in mind that racist and xenophobic actions have been going on LONG before BTS were ever on the scene. i’ve seen too many people focus on BTS’ loss to the point that they seem to not even recognize that this is nothing new. even if the boys DID win, the grammys would STILL be xenophobic & racist. black artists in particular have been snubbed time and time again by the Grammys. what other reason could there be for not nominating The Weeknd for ANYTHING this year even though his song has been such a favorite on the charts all year? in 2019, after winning his grammy, Tyler the Creator spoke out about how they keep forcing black artists into the rap/urban categories even when they are clearly making pop. he explains it well here. it's like a consolation prize while they save the big awards for the white people. if you're not from America or another largely-white country, then you might not know that this is a typical attitude towards POC: uplift or hire or nominate one person to say "hey we're diverse!" while not actually making any real efforts to be inclusive.

also do notice that most of the POC artists that won awards did so on the non-televised portion of the night, and they were forced to endure the absolute garbage that was Bill Burr, butchering their names & joking about it. so im sorry. i cant agree with you even though i wish these award shows were so much better than they are too 😔 (thanks for the love & for asking my thoughts on the matter! 💗)

#rain reply #dreamers

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larentsbr · 3 years

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Anon: Oioi!!! eu vejo mts larries falando que kill my mind e back to you são sobre/para o harry, mas essas músicas não falam sobre um relacionamento abusivo?

oioi!

dividi a análise em duas partes:

parte 1 - back to you

parte 2 - kill my mind

kill my mind:

kill my mind eu acho que é larry no sentindo de estar com a pessoa que ama passando por todos os perrengues juntos. Então passar por um monte de merda, mas estar ao lado da pessoa que ama faz parecer mais leve a situação.

Sobre o relacionamento abusivo, eu, na verdade, acho que fala sobre a situação que os dois viveram/vivem é abusiva. Então como indústria/gestão foi/é com eles desde o início.

Sobre Director's Cut: Essa primeira parte que começa com Joe andando de moto sozinho até encontrar com a Miki, muita gente analisa e eu até que concordo, que seria os dois fazendo tour ao mesmo tempo, então cada um estaria em um lugar. Mas ele se encontrariam depois, o que para mim, representa quando eles alinharam as datas de tour para conseguirem ficar mais tempo juntos.

You're a nightmare on the dance floor

And you hate me, and I want more

[Você é um pesadelo na pista de dança

E você me odeia, e eu quero mais]

Eu não consigo ouvir essa parte e não pensar nesses gifs.

Aí o louis fala brincando e o harry responde que odeia ele.

You're a total distraction

While I'm waiting for your reaction

[Você é uma distração total

Enquanto eu estou esperando pela sua reação]

Essa parte, para mim, é a parte que quando eles estão juntos zoando, é uma distração. O mundo está pagando fogo lá fora, mas na bolha deles as coisas estão mais leves e divertidas.

The devil in my brain

Whispering my name

I can hear it sayin', ah, ah, ah

I can ease the pain

Just a little taste babe

And ya won't let go of your hold on me

[O diabo na minha cabeça

Sussurrando o meu nome

Eu posso ouvi-lo dizendo (ah, ah, ah)

Eu posso aliviar a dor, apenas um gostinho, bebê

E você não vai deixar seu domínio sobre mim -> você não vai me deixar ir]

"E especialmente no refrão, é meio que uma descrição de uma situação, algo ou alguém que você sabe que não faz bem necessariamente, mas é divertido na hora" - louis, track by track. Essa explicação me lembrou o primeiro verso de copy of a copy of a copy (já analisei), em que todos os sonhadores entram de cabeça achando que são mil maravilhas. No começo até pode ser bom, mas depois faz mal fisicamente e principalmente psicologicamente.

Me lembra também o que eles passaram na época da banda, em que até o liam comentou várias vezes sobre como eles se divertiam, como era legal as tours, fãs etc mas como fodeu muito eles, acabaram desenvolvendo alguns transtornos e vícios. ↓

É esse verso que faz referência a parte ruim, a situação merda que ele passou. Ele ouviu tanto os outros falando sobre o que é errado e certo, o que ele deve ou não fazer, que acabou mexendo a cabeça dele. É como se ele não conseguisse aproveitar tudo 100%, como se ele não se permitisse estar presente,como se a cabeça dele estivesse em conflito, estivesse preso -> "você não vai embora". Mas então ↓ (próximo verso)

You kill my mind

Raise my body back to life

And I don't know what I'd do without you now

[Você mata a minha mente

Você traz o meu corpo de volta a vida

E eu não sei o que eu faria sem você agora]

O amor dele mata todos esses pensamentos negativos dele (do verso acima), resolve os conflitos dele, faz ele voltar para o corpo, ele fica vivo de novo só de estar lá ao lado da pessoa especial. Ele não sabe o que seria dele (louis) sem o amor dele ao lado, para trazer a realidade e aproveitar mais. Sendo a sua âncora, assim como ele é a bússola.

Kept me living from the last time

From a prison of a past life

On a mission just to feel like

When you kissed me for the last time

[Me manteve vivo desde a última vez

De uma prisão de uma vida passada

Em uma missão apenas para sentir como

Quando você me beijou na última vez]

Eu amo essa parte. Para mim fica mais claro ainda de como o amor dele ajuda a passar por tudo, como mantém o louis vivo. E mais uma vez faz referência ao verso em que o louis está em conflito, o diabo o prendendo e manipulando os seus pensamentos, mas a sua alma gêmea está lá para ajudá-lo a passar por isso.

"Em uma missão apenas para sentir como quando você me beijou na última vez" -> a missão, o objetivo do louis é correr atrás dessas emoções de felicidade, excitação, euforia que só a pessoa especial dele trás, ainda mais depois de beijá-lo.

"Prisão de uma vida passada" (vou me basear em algumas partes de um post e o clipe)

Prisão me fez pensar em tantas coisas.

1° ele preso na própria mente, em conflito e com ajuda do amado, ele se livra desse pesadelo.

2° no sentindo de se sentir preso em não poder fazer nada, sempre ser monitorado, nunca está sozinho porque sempre terá alguém no fundo de olho em suas ações.

E é sobre isso que vou falar do clipe. Joe e Miki no penhasco, onde eles estão sozinhos, se beijando, aproveitando a companhia um do outro.

Mas então os capangas chegam, o Joe olha para trás e percebe os dois homens ali e pula do penhasco, para se livrar da prisão da sua vida passada.

Ele pula na água, e sai dela diferente, renovado, sem a barba e com uma aliança. Ele é uma nova pessoa, ele aparenta estar livre e feliz.

3° Clipe x Papillon

Sinopse Pappilon: Henri Charrière, chamado de Papillon, pequeno bandido do subúrbio de Paris da década de 30, é condenado à prisão perpétua por um crime que não cometeu. Enviado para a Ilha do Diabo, na Guiana Francesa, ele conhece Louis Dega, homem que Papillon promete ajudar em troca de auxílio para escapar da prisão.

larry x papillon: tatuagens.

Henri:

Harry e Louis:

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Por último e nem um pouco menos importante.

[caralho, pensei que tivesse deixado óbvio]

eu não tenho uma teoria muito formada por trás disso, mas eu acho que tem uma ligação com a parte da explicação do "diabo na minha mente" e os pensamentos negativos, como ele foi muito influenciado desde o começo a esconder quem ele é de verdade e isso influenciou muito quem ele é e as ações que ele precisa tomar.

Esses últimos segundos do clipe, onde tudo está escuro - uma parte bem escondida, quase ninguém presta atençã - e só a torre com as cores do arco-íris, acho que tem a ver com ele precisar esconder mas ele dando um sinal de quem ele é.

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ok... agora eu não quais são os top 3 análises de músicas favoritas.

#analise de música #analise de clipe #kill my mind #kmm #larry x papillon

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sapphic-writing · 3 years

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Screw boys

VENT FIC **** I wrote it for me but maybe you can enjoy it

Mentions of alcohol and bad language

Edit and beta reading are for pussies, we die like women.

Modern AU with Ulla, Donella and Ulf (or in the mid 90's). OOC.

What happens when a college student passes his exams and that the parents of said student own a field on the side of the town, that isn’t rally occupied yet? Well first he thinks he could invite the people of his promo to celebrate their results on a hot summer night. Then he thinks he might as well invite people he knew in high school. A few people ask if they can bring some of their friends with them, nothing crazy. More and more people are invited and inviting. Before you know it, the upcoming party have the reputation of the most crazy party thrown in town for the upcoming decade. And the starter of it isn’t sure he could stop it even if he wanted to.

Ulla, being Ulla, counts herself in the first wave of guests. Mark, a close friend from high school had gotten her into it. And she herself, had gotten her brother and Donella on the guest list, alongside with other pears. The only thing that kept her two acolytes from bailing on this party as they witnessed it growing with horror, was the idea of leaving Ulla alone at a huge event like that, without backup. Ulf especially, being the designated driver.

And they couldn’t have greater regrets, when they found themselves sitting anxiously in the grass. Observing the other teenagers drinking like it was the end of the world.

Ulla had wandered off with Mark, glad to catch up with him, but most of all, she needed to get one thing straight ass there was one thing that had been bugging her for a while.

“Hey, dude. Can I talk to you for a sec?” She asked, now merry. “C’mon, let’s go where there’s less noise. We can’t hear shit here.”

It wasn’t really out of the party, not even outside of the land that the parents of the holder of the event actually owned, because of course people had taken the party well pass it. But they found a tree and it was a good enough thing to lay against.

“Okay, alright. So you remember how you told me about having regrets and stuff, and you wanted to ask me one thing but in the end you didn’t? I wanna know, man. I know it has something to do with me. I need, I need to know what it is. Like, if I want to trust you again.”

“Hmmmm okay, you wanna know?” He asks with a smile, rolling against the trunk to face her. “Do you have regrets about that time we both had a crush on eachother but none of us made a moove?”

“What if I did?”

He detached himself from the tree to stand in front of the girl. “I don’t know. But I mean, it’s never too late.”

“Aren’t you dating Millie?” Ulla asked playfully as he approached her.

“I think she could be okay with this.”

Ulla got closer to him, her breath brushing his lips as she spoke.

“So, now that, out of high school, I take more care of myself, put make up on and make efforts to wear nice clothes, I become interesting to you? Because you find me just so pretty. Better than the girl in high school?”

“You know you’re so god damn pretty now, doll.” And as he was playing with her hair, slowly closing his eyes as as he was opening his lips and getting closer, she spat right in his mouth.

He backed up with a sound of disgust and Ulla took the opportunity to get away from the tree and him.

“Won’t be seeing you again, Mark. But since you were so eager to put your tong in my mouth, I’m leaving you a souvenir. Bon soir.” she finished with a terrible accent and a reverence. Getting out of his sight before he got mad or violent.

Wandering through the many faces of wrecked students, she eventually found her brother at the exact same place he was when she left.

“Where’s Donnie?” She asked. He gestured to somewhere to her left, and she saw her with what was definitely not her first cup in hand.

“I don’t like you.” She told a guy, straight up to his face. The girls around them laughed hysterically as he started crying.

Ulla turned away from the scene and dropped her forehead on Ulf’s shoulder. “I wanna go home.”

“You okay, Ul’?” He asked, putting a hand on her back. She groaned and threw her head backward.

“The second I become fuckable, one of the guys I consider one of my best friends starts to want to do me like I take care of myself only for his pleasur or something.” She look at him in the eyes and tries to play it less hurt than she was. “He ignored my strong personality and one, it doesn’t work. Second, I don’t appreciate.” She continued mumbling a third, fourth and more reasons of ways it had offended her. Ulf nodded without trying to understand more and called the other mess he was in charge of. “Don, we’re going home!” Once she registered the information, she went in their direction without a protest. The girls behind started booing and asking her to stay because she made them laugh.

“Men are shit.” Ulla declared as she threw an arm around the shoulders of an already legless Donella.

“Tell me about it.” She responded as Ulf was helping her not to fall. They started walking to Donella’s parents car.

��Also, we’re not talking to Mark no more.” and before any of the two others could answer, Ulla’s name was screamed not far from where they were. “Ah, shit.”

“God, Ulla. You pissed him off!”

“Like it’s a surprise.”

The scream had made a few heads turn for a second before going back to the madness. The redhead girl let go of her arm around Donella and turned around.

“You want to complain because I didn’t let you screw me? Big, big dick move since your girlfriend’s around.” Indeed, Millie was looking at the scene with confusions. “Better, you want to pretend that nothing happened and keep dating her. So you can cheat more or something.”

He didn’t answer. Ulf’s guess was that he was expecting to find her alone and not with two other people who would completely be on her side. Millie came closer and looked at him, waiting for a reaction from her boyfriend. He looked at her in the eyes.

“C’mon, babe. You can’t believe her. She’s just drunk and jealous and…”

“Tell me the truth.” She calmly said with a determined stair. And suddenly he wasn’t able to hold on her look and he fell silent.

Ulla advanced to be at the poor girl’s side. “It’s okay, Mil. We can take you home if you want.” Ulf wasn’t certain their parents would be okay with a surprise guest, but he wasn’t about to open his mouth right now.

He took the three girls to the car. Ulla on the backseat, against the window, with Ulla next to her to take care of her in case there was a puking accident. And Millie on the sit next to him as the conductor. First they trash talked about Mark. Then uplifted each-other in that way that girls do. Donella did have an accident and they managed to keep the damages in the car minimal.

The next day, Ulla and Millie were dealing with a hangover while Ulf and Donella, who never had had a bad hangover in her life despite being the one drinking the most in the trio, were explaining to the Rusf parents why there was another girl in their flat. Not that they took it as badly as Ulf’s anxious mind had anticipated.

Bonus I wanted to include but couldn’t :

(After Mark called after Ulla, she is talking)

“And what’s with you and red heads? Do you have a fetish or something? You’re gonna try and fuck Ulf next time?” Mark makes a disgusted face. “What? Oooooooh, but that’s gay! You can’t say that to a manly man like me!” She says in a high pitched voice, pretending to look offended. “Well look, I’ll be fucking your girlfriend before you. She is ways more fuckable than you are.”

#fuck men #i hate men #all women are queens #this kinda sucks #vent fic #i'm mad #tangled ulla #ulla seven kingdoms #ulla vat7k #tangled donella #donella vat7k #donella seven kingdoms #ulf seven kingdoms #fanfic #out of character #varian and the 7 kingdoms #seven kingdoms au #modern au

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a-crepusculo · 3 years

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MIAAAAAAA BABE! I already wished you a happy birthday on the previous ask but I wanted to make you a little gift even though we're very far away. Hope you like these little wallpapers and moodboard 💕

And again, happiest of birthdays my darling. Love you to the moon and back 💕💕💕💕

ASHAKSHKEHSS MIL!!!!!

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Girl I can’t. 😭 I really don’t have the words to describe this. All of them are so BEAUTIFUL. Especially that green themed wallpaper!!!!! Brb because I need to change my lockscreen stat okay

Thank you for being such an amazing friend for me, my dearest Mil. You are a national treasure and I freaking love you so so much. I will cherish this gift of yours forever 🤍🥺 Ily girl!

#question and answer #mm2305 #mia birthday shenanigans #personal

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myjjbaby · 4 years

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HI EVERYONE

so. i want to say a big fat thank you to all my followers and mutuals because i would not be where i am without all y’all. i am so happy that people loved my writing and my ideas so much that they decided to support me. especially to all my new friends because tumblr has made me meet some pretty awesome people.

so.

THANK YOU FOR 1,000 FOLLOWERS :))

now go and get drew starkey to 1 mil on his instagram because the babe deserves it <3

#1000 followers #holy shit #holy guacamole #im crying #i love youuuu #thank you #my friends

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in-superbloom · 3 years

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Heyyyy for the soft asks, I have 7, 16, and 25!! 🥰

hai becca, thanks for sending these, loved this set of questions 🥺💛

7. what do you enjoy daydreaming about most?

oh man sdfghjk like in a general manner, i'd say i always end up escaping to safe/happy scenarios, where i'm surrounded by real friends, traveling and learning about other places/cultures, while making new friends and taking care of the people that i love (and receiving the same treatment back !!). y'know, just living a happy and healthy life, which currently sounds too much unrealistic for me lmao

16. where do you feel most at home?

(the answer above can also apply to this one) i feel the most at home when i feel surrounded by love, no matter in which shape or form. it can be my best friend's hug, my niece's angelic laugh or just being around my favorite person in the world (hey babe @bluesdelis). but it can also be that feeling of being infinite that i get everytime i'm looking out a window when traveling or looking up at the sky at night, or when i'm overwhelmed in the best way bc i'm completely surrounded by nature, or yet when that song plays when i'm in that mood and it just provides me an almost out-of-body experience. idk, the definition of home changes a lot for me, but i can definitely tell you it isn't a place within four walls. but currently i'm working on making myself feel at home in my own body, which feels like the toughest and longest project ever lmao but yeah. okay i got too sappy, sorry 🤭

25. what’s a song that gives off good vibes anytime you listen to it?

oooh anything from abba, really. but especially 'why did it have to be me?'. but also !! 'dog days are over' by florence + the machine; 'mil acasos' by skank; 'killer queen' by queen or 5sos, doesn't matter bc i'll be bopping along to either; 'ser o parecer' by rbd; 'la vie boheme' by the cast of rent; 'so what' by p!nk & 'holy ground' + 'our song' by taylor swift. i know it was supposed to be one song but i can't help myself 😌

simple & soft asks 💫

#thank you my love 💖#sorry for taking so long to answer today has been busy #had a lot of fun answering these tho <3 #ask games #@wonderland-irwin #about anna

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astrorising · 4 years

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What made you start readung tarot? And how can I start too?

great question! thank you for asking. 💕

i’ve always been curious about spirituality as a whole ever since i dealt with a spirit attachment. i never doubted spirits were real, but witchcraft was a huge no. if it couldn’t be scientifically explained, i didn’t care for it.

i turned spirituality away until i met my mother in law (i didn’t know she would become my MIL then 🤣). she was the one that peaked my interest in astrology. she had books on astrology, what it was, and how it worked. i started to dabble into that, until i found tarot and numerology. astrology made sense to me, but tarot not so much. i tried many times to learn the suits but failed to keep up with it.

i went to a spirituality convention with some friends and paid for a tarot reading. i was going through something pretty traumatic that she would have NO clue about, and she hit it right on the nail. before that, i had trouble believing tarot is real, until that moment. i was captivated by how she could know by reading some pretty pastel cards.

people say it’s a calling, but ultimately i just had a random urge to find a witchcraft store and bought my deck. call it a calling, i guess? but really the more you think about it, the more it occupies your mind. you already took the first step asking, there’s no harm on trying it out.

my biggest piece of advice is baby steps. i recommend meditating or the very least chakra clearing before you start. meditating before readings is a must for me. i like to prepare myself by meditating and clearing out any bad thoughts, cleansing and opening my chakras, and cleansing any bad energy around me or my cards. i go in with the mindset of having the purest intentions, or you won’t receive good readings.

first and foremost, LEARN THE SUITS. if it’s easier, learn their general meaning so you have an idea what type of message you’re working with. tarot is like a puzzle, you need to figure out the message by putting pieces together. suits give you general clues about details and energy the message is portraying!

numerology ties in with tarot. i’d get familiar with it, you can start to give more detailed readings when you know a decent amount of numerology.

learn their elements. each suit (and card) has elements (like fire, earth, water, air). each element has their own energy. again, more details!

depending what type of reading you’re doing, pay attention to imagery. in general, it can tell a deeper story if you pay attention. especially if your looking for physical details for a certain reading!

DONT BE DISCOURAGED IF YOU GET A DIFFERENT READING FROM YOUR FAVORITE BLOG. tarot can be interpreted in so many ways, that is whats beautiful about tarot! people’s energy is always changing.

“what do i do if i get spreads that don’t make sense?” don’t panic. when i do, it’s my guides telling me that energy is not meant for me to pick up yet. give yourself a break, reading is sometimes very draining. don’t waste your energy on a reading that isn’t meant for you. this could mean a number of things. it could mean whoever’s energy you’re trying to reach is blocked, theyre well protected, energy could be messy, the question you’re asking is too vague, it’s a work in progress... etc. fatigue after readings is normal. after all, you’re soaking in everyone’s energies and messages. be kind and gentle to yourself. baby steps.

another thing you could do if you’re not getting a clear message is rephrasing your questions! instead of, “what should i do next?” ask “what steps should i take that will help me be more successful?”.

tarot is a never ending learning process. so many messages, so many interpretations. protect yourself from bad energy, be real with yourself and future clients, learn everything you can about tarot. i wish you the best of luck on your journey, babes! 💕 i’m always here if you need!

#tarot asks

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secondgenerationnerd · 4 years

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Irey and Damian talking to each other during a chaotic moment drabble?

I really had to think about what would count as a chaotic. So.....DAMIAN’S FIRST SPEEDSTER FAMILY DINNER!

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“Babe! Where’s the Tor-tilla chips?” Bart shouts.

“Dawn!” Iris calls into the living room.

“We’ve been married for three years and you still say it wrong?” Jaime shakes his head.

“Wally! Where’s the grill brush?” Barry searches through the cabinets.

“Yeah, Mom?” Donny’s voice from upstairs

“It should be outside!”

“Not you, Donny, your sister!”

“Heh.” Irey laughs softly, gesturing to the ever moving bodies inside the house. She and Damian sit on the back porch, “Welcome to the Flash Family.”

“You all actually call yourself that?” Damian shakes his head, a small smile on his face.

“Everyone except you and Bruce call it the Bat Family.” Irey teases. She fiddles with his fingers, “You ready to deal with family dinner?”

“I’ve spent every weekend with you and Jai since we were 13. How bad can it be?” He asks.

“Remember that time Jai and I invented ‘Speedster Redbull?’“

“...Yes...”

Turns out dinner with speedsters is waaaaaay worse than two overly hyper ones chattering away. Damian’s lost between the fifteen different conversations going on at once. The other non-speedster spouses seem unconcerned with the ever changing conversation, even talking part in it.

“Jaime, how’s your work going? Dawn, don’t hit your brother!” Iris gives her daughter a stern look as Dawn and Mel high five. Donny wipes salsa off his shirt.

“It’s been great! We’re definitely helping a lot of people--Jai, did you ever read that book I sent you-- and getting more and more funding from research grants.”

“The space one or--Bart I swear you touch my burger and I’ll kick you so hard, your past self will feel it- or the medival art history one?”

“Dami?” Irey’s gentle voice breaks through the chaos around him. Her hand slides into his under the table, squeezing it tight. “You ok?”

“Just...processing? Not sure where I can jump in.” He won’t lie...seeing how close this family is and how content they are with their insanity. They don’t mean to, but it’s really easy to exclude newcomers. Irey reads the slightly fallen look on his face before turning to her brother.

“Hey, remember that time you, Colin, Jon, and Damian went overnight camping--”

“And Damian had to save Colin from getting poision ivy!” Jai laughs, “Dude, remind me why you had to yell at him?”

“He was going to wipe himself with the leaves! If anything I saved him and Reyes from uncomfortable rashes- er, sorry, Jaime.” Damian feels weird using the man’s name, but Jaime just laughs.

“If Papi found out Colin gave Mil poision ivy there, you’d be short a team memeber for murder. You guys just updated part of your training program right? Tim mentioned it the other day--”

“Donny,” Damian looks at the man at the end of the table, inching towards Dawn, “Keep in mind how close your wife is to Dawnand how long she can make you sleep on the couch. Yes, we did. I suggested we focus more on defense, especially with Jai and Colin leaning more towards offense.”

“Colin hits ‘em hard, I hit ‘em fast.” Jai snorts.

“That’s almost as lame as Dad saying--”

“Back in a flash!” Iris laughs with her daughter as Barry pouts. “Honey, I love you, but you knew you’d regret that one day.”

“What about ‘Holy hot tubs, Batman!’“ Mel snorts as Damian’s face turns red.

“That was all Grayson!”

“I’ll back Damian up on that,” Wally nods, “That was originally a Dick-ism, but Jason’s used it too.”

“Tim does if he’s super sleep deprived.” Bart gestures to his husband, “Right, babe?”

“I think I’ve heard Mar’i use it more than Damian, but I’ve heard Damian use it-hey! Jai, give that back!”

It’s chaotic, but he’s starting to get the hang of it.

#irey west #damian wayne #jai west #barry allen #family #flash family #dawn allen #donny allen #bart allen #jaime reyes

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swcctf · 4 years

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𝗺𝘂𝗻 𝘃𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲 ♡ .

babes después de mil años me anime a hacer esto y como una clara muestra de mi indecisión, pues me decidí por cinco de mis weyes en lugar de uno, a todos los he llevado en grupales así que puede que varias personitas los conozcan.

tageada por: @satanmuses si alguien mas me etiqueto perdónenme la vida, de verdad que creo que esta cosita empezó hace muchísimo tiempo y me perdí en mis notificaciones.

tageando a: @kthxrsis @unclepetunia @noctvrnos @gvlcxy @czdora @todoslosquequieranhacerlo

teressa. le tengo un cariño muy especial a tessita porque fue la musa con la que entre a la comunidad y las cosas que logro sin que siquiera me diera cuenta fueron in-creí-bles; la bebita de las bebitas entre muchos mafiosos metiéndose en los corazoncitos de todos. fue hermoso verla crecer, pasando de estar completamente solita a crearse una familia de personas que amaba.

avelina. ¿qué les puedo decir de lina?, creo que de todos mis personajes es la más desarrollada, de verdad que desde las conexiones que tenía con su familia hasta las que fue creando solita, me hicieron amarla muchísimo y nunca me cansare de escribirla porque es única. algo tan bonito que puede hacer tanto bien como daño y cumplió el sueño de su vida SE HIZO LA MANO DERECHA DE SU MAFIA.

desmond. HE’S MY SUNSHINE, él es el más bonito de mis pendejos, libre de dramas en su background (nana y sof si leen esto, todavía las odio) la verdad es que escribirlo siempre es muy gracioso porque él intenta hacer las cosas bien pero todo le termina saliendo mal, pero no importa porque no se agüita y deja que mi mente divague en su lugar feliz de harry potter so, no veo nada más que puntos a favor para este men. UPDATE: me acorde que... ES UN HUFFLEPUFF QUE EN LOS DOS SEGUNDOS QUE ESTUVO COMO CAPITÁN DE SU EQUIPO DE QUIDDITCH GANARON, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT???

maxwell. yo soy pésima para los favoritismos, pero maxxie es mi pendejo favorito de toda mi existencia de verdad que crearlo y escribirlo fue de lo más porque first SU CARITA PRECIOSA, amo estúpidamente a harris y lo estuve guardando para algo especial y tenía mucho miedo, pero diosito me sonrió y vean lo que salió, después de verdad toda su vibra me supera, las ideas que le cruzan por la mente, sus emociones y su pésimo sentido común, es la mezcla del desastre perfecto. y me permitió explorar un romance super bonito gracias a su papu, en resumen, maxxie es mi muse de mis sueños y debería de ser el de los suyos también :P HASTA EN DIBUJITO MY SWEET BABY BOY IS A GOD.

elizabeth. solo tengo una palabra para effy, soft. de verdad que escribirla es el sentimiento más pacífico de este mundo, porque ella de verdad solo le ve lo bonito al mundo y quiere a todas las personas a su alrededor de manera tan sincera que es imposible no amar escribirla. aun me falta explorar partes de ella, pero con tan poco, se coló en mi corazón hasta ganarse su lugar en esta lista.

#fer // a b o u t. *#mun and muses. // *#fer // r a m b l i n g s. *#QUE BONITO VERLOS A TODOS JUNTOS #y se preguntaran #¿estas desperdiciando tu sabado asi?#Y SI YA SABEN PA´ QUE ME INVITAN #ahnuma es viernes #JAJAAJJA #y si amigos me hice el fleco en esta cuarentena #no me pregunten #no me juzguen #disfrutenlo

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clotpolesonly · 5 years

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Shot Through The Heart (Sorry, Babe)

(also on AO3)

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Stiles is just pulling the latest batch of cookies (peanut butter this time, Derek’s favorite!) out of the oven when the front door slams. He cringes and quickly jostles the hot cookie sheet onto the stove top. The oven mitts get tossed on the counter and his frilly pink apron (a joke anniversary gift from Derek two years ago) is carefully straightened.

He makes sure he has a bright, sunny smile on his face as Derek rounds the corner into the kitchen.

“Hi, honey!”

Derek doesn’t say anything. He just scowls, far more intensely than usual.

“Welcome home!” Stiles tries again. “So how was your day at work?”

“You fucking shot me,” Derek says. “That was my day at work.”

Stiles sucks on his front teeth. “Okay, yes, that is true. But.” He gestures at the four batches of cookies on display like he’s Vanna White. “I also made you cookies!”

Derek narrows his eyes, clearly determined not to be swayed by baked goods, no matter how delicious.

“It didn’t hit anything important,” Stiles pointed out, “and you’re all healed up anyway. A nice massage would work out the last of the soreness, don’t you think? I’ve still got some of that nice warming oil from valentine’s day.”

“Stiles.”

“Okay, if it helps, I was aiming for Isaac.”

Derek rolls his eyes so hard his entire head goes with them. “No, Stiles, that does not help! Stop shooting my deputies!”

“Well, then tell them to stop getting in the way of my operation! Sweetie, we’ve talked about this.”

With a growl, Derek stomps around him to snatch up a cookie. He stuffs it in his mouth and immediately grabs two more. Through his mouthful, he says, “You know there’s only so much I can overlook before people start getting suspicious.”

Stiles sighs. Derek’s a giant ball of bad mood, but he doesn’t pull away when Stiles slides an arm around his waist from behind. He might even relax a little bit, especially when Stiles presses a kiss to the back of his neck.

“I know, babe,” Stiles says. “But there’s only so many times I can get away with handing out strategic retreat orders before I’ve got a coup on my hands. Or I start losing profits because my clients hear the heat is on. I can’t abandon all my storehouses just because you track them down. You’re too good at your job. It’s bad for my bottom line.”

Derek growls again, but only halfheartedly. He is exceptionally good at his job, they both know it, and it’s only because he had the terrible luck to fall in love with the city’s most prominent crime lord that his career has plateaued at Chief of Police. He would be City Commissioner by now if he didn’t have to keep shooting himself in the metaphorical foot to let his husband keep his empire going.

Angry or not, he lets Stiles turn him around and kiss him softly.

“I didn’t think you were going to be there today,” Stiles says. “I would’ve called for a retreat right at the start if I had.”

Derek raises a skeptical eyebrow. “Really? There was three million in rare goods in that warehouse.”

“Three million is nothing next to you.”

The press of dimples in Derek’s cheeks give away the smile he’s fighting back. “You only say that because you won the shootout and still have the three million. If I’d seized it, you would’ve bitched about it for weeks like you did last year with the stolen antiquities.”

“Yes, okay,” Stiles allows, “but to be fair, those were worth way more than three mil. It took me ages to track those down and smuggle them out of Nepal, and then you just swoop in there all badass and steal them right out from under me! It was rude.”

“It’s not stealing when they weren’t yours to start with.”

Stiles groans. “We are not having that argument again. It completely ruined thanksgiving 2014.”

A laugh finally breaks through Derek’s stubborn frown. He drops his head down onto Stiles’ shoulder, arms looping around his back to pull him close. Stiles runs gentle fingers through his hair, chuckling too. Derek is warm and soft against him, and the whole kitchen still smells like cookies, and it’s about as close to perfect as anything Stiles can imagine.

“I’m sorry I shot you,” he says into the quiet moment. “And I’m glad you’re okay.”

Derek pulls back to smile at him, though there’s a touch of wryness to it. “Are you sorry for intending to shoot Isaac?”

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far.” At Derek’s expectant expression, Stiles sighs and offers, “But I will try not to shoot him in future, because I love you and you asked me not to.”

“Thank you.”

“Now—” Stiles kissed his husband again, pushing him back until he’s pinned against the counter’s edge. “—how can I make it up to you?”

Derek’s lips curve into a grin beneath his. “Oh, I can think of a few ways.”

The cookies are long cold by the time they get around to eating any more of them, but it’s more than worth it.

#Sterek #Teen Wolf #fanfiction #fics by me

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inner-sunshine · 5 years

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The Freebirth of Baby A:

After an eventful day of sightseeing in San Francisco with my husband's family, the night of April 25th was a bit restless for me. I was pretty worn out from walking all day, uncomfortable from being, at this point, 41 weeks 2 days pregnant.

I woke up multiple times in the night, experiencing a lull of back pain and overall tightness in my stomach muscles.

Weeks before this night, I had been excited, ready, then put off when my previous (what I didn't realize was prodromal and perfectly normal) labors fizzled to nothing.

However, something was different about this night. Falling asleep felt instantaneous, like my body needed me resting, yet I woke up a few times to use the bathroom- my body cleaning itself out to fully prepare.

I woke the morning of April 26th with what I recognized were actual waves- contractions. They weren't regularly spaced nor very painful, moreso uncomfortable, like gas pain.

Hosting company, I cooked breakfast for everyone occasionally pausing to acknowledge the waves of my womb.

My mother-in-law noticed something off about me, I think how I was more into myself than my usual social self, and I told her I didn't want to jinx anything, but I thought I was in early labor.

My husband's family wanted to continue sight-seeing parts of the Bay Area (they were visiting from Chicago where we are originally from) and left the house about midday. Only my husband, L & B (my sons), and myself remained.

Looking back now, I'm thankful that they wanted to give us some space because I needed a few hours to get into a more internal mindset to keep my goal on track -- delivering my baby at home.

The boys played while I bounced on an exercise ball, opening my hips and swaying with the waves of contractions. At this point they were still pretty far apart, about 12-15 minutes, and pretty short in length.

After nearly 2 hours of that (about 2pm), I was becoming impatient and a little frustrated because not only were my contractions not picking up, it almost felt like they were slowing down. (Though now, I feel this was all in my head)

I told my husband I wanted to go out and walk around, coincidentally it was when Toys R Us was closing all their locations and the one local to us was having a huge sale, so we went. I figured we could get something for the boys to get involved with in case I either A; do have the baby at home, or B; need to transfer and my MIL has to take the boys. I paced around the store while the kids picked out play doh, toy trucks, and sidewalk chalk.

Leaving the store I tell my husband I want to go home, right now. We had planned maybe stopping somewhere to eat, but even though my contractions hadn't changed much, something changed within me and I just wanted to be home. I followed my instincts.

We got home, a bit after 3, B was really weepy so I decided to lay down and try to nap with him. We were both tired. My body told me to rest and I obliged. I was (well, tbh, still AM) breastfeeding B and thought getting a quick feed in would probably help me progress and relax us both. B fell asleep, and so did I.... for about 20 minutes.

I woke up to contractions that felt a lot more intense than they were previously. I decided to get in the tub to get some relief, especially for my back, for me, is where I feel most of my labors. I timed a couple contractions and they were only about 10 minutes apart. I thought I had a ways to go, hours at least- and by this time it was about 4:30 PM.

I'm not one to condone cervical checks during labor, to be frank, they don't mean anything progress-wise and can potentially irritate an already busy cervix. Alas I was curious, so while in the tub I checked my cervix and to my surprise-- it felt incredibly high up, so high I couldn't even reach it to see how dilated I was. I was so frustrated, at this point I really thought baby wasn't going to be born until after midnight.

I started feeling a little discouraged; I was tired and thought I hadn't even made it halfway, I cried a little. Then, I laid in the tub and just closed my eyes, trying to ground myself while breathing as deeply as possible. My favorite birth affirmations filled my mind and I calmed myself down, confident again.

About 5pm now, my husband's family returns from their outing and I was still in the tub... just as things totally pick up.

Within 20 minutes my contractions went from 10 minutes to 4 minutes apart and they lasted about 50-70 seconds long. It started becoming difficult to communicate through them, all my focus was on breathing and resting in between. I opened the drain of the tub and turned the faucet on as hot as it would go directly on my back as the pressure became more intense.

The boys came into the bathroom to see what was going on and my husband explained that the baby in mommy's belly is going to come out. L asks if it hurts. I say yes, but I am going to be okay once the baby comes out. They sat and watched for a little while, then went back to play with their cousins.

A powerful surge washed over me and I instantly felt nauseous, I knew what this was and what it meant -- I was in transition; the baby was definitely coming and SOON. (As I said before, this is why one should always decline cervical checks during labor, upon checking my cervix and feeling I had "not progressed" it threw off my whole mood when really I was only about 30 minutes from hitting transition)

I popped out of the tub and vomited into a bowl that my husband brought into the bathroom earlier. He was incredible. I cannot even explain to you how in sync he was to what I needed, without me even saying a word. Indescribably linked.

I stayed on the bathroom floor for maybe 2 contractions after hitting that transition and my instincts spoke to me again. I needed to be somewhere soft. Baby was coming and needed to be caught somewhere more suitable. I obliged and after my next moan through a surge I told my husband I needed help getting into bed.

Mind you, I had planned to have the baby in my bathroom. I had deep cleaned it, set up the space and supplies so everything was accessible in that room. Still in only a few minutes, my husband had all my towels layered on my bed & a bin of supplies on my dresser. Between surges I quickly crouched on my bed on all fours; what was comfortable at the time.

Literally the next surge was so intense and had more pressure behind it that my water broke into my hand. It was warm, I looked down to check it's color -- clear, almost tinged pink. No meconium, not that it is necessarily bad to have stained waters (it's really a non issue), but it was something I wanted to pay attention to, personally, being over 40 weeks.

My next 2 surges brought my body into FER (Fetal Ejection Reflex) and I was pulled into a more tripod stance, on my knees with my left hand supporting me and my right hand covering my vaginal opening, ready to catch.

I stopped being aware of what was going on around me, my eyes were probably open, but I wasn't seeing anything or processing anything other than the visualization of my baby's descent out of me and into this world.

Surge came and I felt the top of a head pop into my palm. I lightly smoothed my fingers over it, it was soft, warm, and I felt hair! So much hair. I say out loud; "I feel a head and it has hair!" My husband was behind me with his hands on my back, he says; 'I can see it! Almost here! Come on, boo!'

I'm in a lot of pain here, the "ring of fire" is in full force and my surges are at their most intense with maybe 10 seconds of break in between.

1st surge after crowning: I deep belly moan and FER pulls my body together. My hand now completely cups baby's head. My vaginal opening is b u r n i n g .

2nd surge after crowning: Deep in my belly once again I moan like a cow as my body pushes for me. My hand leaves baby's head as I feel it pass, then shoulders and in one fluid motion baby is out -- 5:40pm -- I lean behind it to get a look & assess.

I notice it is grey-purple in color, grimacing, and hands & legs were moving. Very good signs. Babe only had vernix in their hair and under their neck, but I think that's because babe was so far along gestationally, their fingernails were pretty long already too.

I pick baby up and open their legs to find I gave birth to yet another boy. "IT'S ANOTHER BOY!!!" I yelled. I hold him to my chest upright and rub his back to see if I could get him to cry, he had not yet, though I could see him grimacing and hear him clearing his airways to breathe. It kinda sounds like when we have congestion in our throats right after coughing.

After a small snort and cough, he lets out a nice, loud cry and I laid on my back completely soaking in the rush of endorphins exploding in my brain.

I did it! I grew my baby and delivered him... me and my husband... Just as he was made; he was born. In the bed that we still sleep in together.

L ran in shortly after hearing his brand new brother cry to come take a look at him. He tells his grandma that mommy's baby came out!

Baby A latched right away and I began to feel my stomach tightening again; it was time to deliver the placenta. I laid Baby A on the bed, squatted and pushed with the smallest amount of force and it came right out. I placed it in a bowl we had put aside and sat on a fresh towel to monitor my bleeding. I relatched Baby A and inspected my placenta (for science lmao) while I waited for Baby's cord to turn completely white and limp -- the ideal time to cut. It took probably a solid 20 minutes.

I sterilized a brand new pair of kitchen scissors (I literally bought them just to cut the cord) with rubbing alcohol and cut Baby A's cord, leaving about 2 inches still attached. I took a piece of thick sewing thread, dipped it in the rubbing alcohol and tied the cord as tight as I possibly could manage about 1.5-ish inches away from what would one day be his belly button.

There he was. Guided by the voice of his father, born into the hands of his mother, and immediately greeted by his older brothers; in the sanctity and safety of his own home. Just as he should have been.

Born 4/26/18

5:40pm

9lb 15oz, 21.5in

"the birth of you was nothing like the birth of me" ❤

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fluffy alphabet OO1 • Golden Freddy

Voy a intentar hacer esto con todos pero no prometo nada. Empezamos con Golden bc i'm a slut for that blonde bitch

A: Attractive (Qué encuentran atractivo uno del otro?)

Aunque ama todo de tí, le vuelve loco tu sonrisa. La manera en la que lo miras y le sonríes con dulzura hace que se sienta seguro y feliz

B: Baby (quiere? cuántos?)

Ser padre es uno de sus sueños de vida, mientras más, mejor. Le gustaría tanto tener propios como adoptar.

C: Cuddle

No hay nada que le guste más. Le encanta pasar tiempo contigo, abrazando tu cintura, besando tu frente mientras te dice lo linda que eres y lo mucho que te ama

D: Dates (como son sus citas?)

Ya que él es famoso, es difícil que salgan a algún restaurante en un día normal, pero en ocasiones especiales (ya sea tu cumpleaños o su aniversario) hará todo lo posible por conseguir una reservación en un restaurante algo exclusivo y alejado de la ciudad

E: Everything (eres mi...)

Salvación. Tiene muy poco tiempo libre. El estrés del trabajo, de la escuela y el tener que mantener su imagen lo tiene cansado y desmotivado, lo único que le motiva a continuar son dos cosas: sus amigos y tú.

F: Feelings (¿Cómo se dió cuenta de que estaba enamorado de tí?)

Esa noche fue mágica. El día del baile de fin de cursos, en el que él no hacía más que ver como Fox bailaba con Chica, de quién él antes estaba enamorado, claro, hasta que tú te acercaste y lo invitaste a bailar.

Él accedió de inmediato ya que a pesar de estar "enamorado" de la rubia, tenía sentimientos hacia ti.

Era una canción lenta la que sonaba, por lo que al llegar a la pista tú rodeaste su cuello con tus brazos y él con algo de timidez, colocó sus manos en tu cintura. Mientras bailaban de a poco encontraste mayor confianza y te recostaste en su pecho y Golden pudo sentir como su corazón se aceleraba y sus manos comenzaban a sudar.

En ese momento se dió cuenta de que Chica había quedado superada.

G: Gentle

Es el chico más amable que conoces, no solo contigo, en general. Siempre con una buena cara, saludando y sonriendo a todo aquel que se le atraviesa.

H: Hands (¿Cómo se toman de las manos?)

Cuando están juntos, sus manos están entrelazadas la mayor parte del tiempo. A ambos les gusta ese contacto, ya que es un constante recordatorio de que están ahí, están juntos y eso es lo que importa.

I: Impression (¿Cuál fue su primera impresión del otro?)

Habías oído de él y no te interesaba mucho conocerlo, honestamente creías que era uno de esos adolescentes famosos que creen ser mejor que los demás por tener dinero, aunque al final Chica terminó por presentártelo y notaste lo equivocada que estabas.

Por su parte, él desde el inicio creyó que eras una chica encantadora. Te había escuchado cantar en una de las salas de ensayo y sin que te dieras cuenta, estuvo un par de minutos mirándote.

J: Jealousy (¿Son celosos?)

Golden no lo es, pero tú, por más que confíes en él, no puedes evitar sentirte algo insegura al ver a algunas de sus admiradoras. Él lo nota y hace todo lo posible por hacerte saber que te ama solamente a tí y que no te cambiaría por nada en el mundo

K: Kiss (¿Cómo acostumbran a hacerlo?)

Ambos aman los besos suaves y tiernos, llenos de sentimientos. Incluso cuando están en eso, Golden procura siempre mantenerlos lentos, demostrándote lo que siente por tí.

L: Love (quien dijo "te amo" primero?)

Él lo hizo, por teléfono y sin pensarlo mucho. Estaba pidiéndote perdón, ya que debido a un compromiso familiar no podría ir a tu casa aquel día. Antes de colgar, finalizó con un "lo siento, te amo, adiós". Jeffrey estaba ahí con él y al escucharlo, le miró con una sonrisa pícara. El chico tardó un poco en notarlo, pero al darse cuenta de lo que había hecho se sonrojó y cubrió su rostro con sus pálidas manos.

M: Memory (mejor recuerdo juntos)

Le es difícil escoger solo uno pero al final ambos se quedarían con la noche del baile de fin de cursos.

N: Nickel (¿Consienten?)

Sí lo hace pero no concientemente. Lo ve como algo normal, y aunque a ti no te molesta, te incomoda un poco la cantidad de regalos que te da. Tras decírselo, pararía por un tiempo, pero eventualmente volvería a darte pequeños regalos.

O: Orange (Color que les recuerda al otro)

A tí, el rosado te recuerda a él, mientras que él al ver color morado piensa en tí.

P: Pet names (¿Qué apodos usan?)

Él te llama de mil formas distintas, pero te encanta que te diga "honey", mientras que tú te vas por el clásico "babe"

Q: Quaint (cosa vintage preferida)

Discos de vinilo. Tiene un tocadiscos en su habitación y una enorme colección de discos que heredó de su madre que suele escuchar la mayor parte del tiempo.

R: Rainy Day (¿Qué hacen en los días lluviosos?)

Suelen encerrarse en casa de Golden a ver películas. Se turnan para escucharlas.

S: Sad (¿Cómo se animan uno al otro?)

La simple presencia del otro los hace sentir mejor. Saber que pueden contarse todo, y ayudarse mutuamente los hace felices.

T: Talking (¿De qué hablan?)

De todo, pero algo extraño, adoran discutir sobre política.

U: Unencumbered (¿Qué los relaja?)

Las tardes de películas mientras afuera llueve.

V: Virginity (¿Cómo fue su primera vez?)

Fue la primera vez de ambos. Estuvo llena de risas torpes de parte de ambos y los nervios hacian que sus manos sudaran. Al final, fue tan especial, tan lindo, tan inperfectamente perfecto. Una experiencia que por nada cambiarían.

W: Wedding (Cómo? Cuando? ¿Dónde se propuso?)

Aprovechó un viaje a Bali, un par de años después de que acabaras la universidad. Una tarde estaban en la playa y él, algo nervioso, comienza a hablar sobre lo mucho que te ama y que quiere pasar el resto de su vida contigo hasta que finalmente saca el anillo y te hace la pregunta

X: Xylophone (Cuál es su canción?)

I'm sorry if I say "I need you"

But I don't care, I'm not scared of love

Strong — One Direction

Y: You are the ______ to my _____

Eres la galleta de mi leche.

Z: Zebra (mascota)

Un gato. Le gustan los gatos.

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