#cheers to greener pastures! :]

[woso-dreamzzz]

Race

Grace Clinton x Hamilton!Reader

Summary: Racing at its finest

"And Verstappen comes around the second to last corner! It's tight! It is tight! But he's got it!"

Grace stares at the screen, eyes wide.

"The Hamilton siblings come out neck and neck on the same turn."

You battle it out with your brother, slamming your foot down as his attention wavers.

You'd been waiting for this for a while. It had always been harder for you than Lewis, you always had to push harder, further, faster just because you were a girl.

But you were good.

You knew you were good.

He knew you were good.

"And Hamilton's Mercedes makes way for Hamilton's Ferrari!"

Ferrari knew you were good.

You floored it, leaving your brother in the dust.

Grace clenches her fists.

"Hamilton is gaining on Verstappen on the last corner. Verstappen attempts defensive manoeuvres but...Verstappen still in the lead! Hamilton is trying to get past...On the straight now. And...And...Hamilton is leading! Hamilton is leading in the last seconds of the British Grand Prix! Verstappen tries to reclaim but-but- She's done it! Y/n Hamilton, the first woman to win a Grand Prix in F1 history!"

The room erupts as you cross over the line and Grace can hear you over the radio.

"Thank fuck!"

"Congratulations, y/n. First win for you."

You pant over the radio as you begin to slow down your car. "Where did Lewis rank?"

"Third. You beat Verstappen by two tenths of a second."

"Is Grace there? Can I talk to Grace?"

She grabs the radio. "I'm here, babe. I'm here. I'm so proud of you."

You cheer in the car. "D'you like it? I told you you'd like it!"

Grace laughs. "I could do without the near misses. Is your brother going to be annoyed you passed him?"

"Hey, there's a reason he's moving to my team's greener pastures. You coming out to see me, superstar?"

Your car rolls to a stop and Grace comes bursting out to see you. You're standing up on the frame of your car, looking at the fans as you take off your helmet, fist pumped into the air.

You jump down when you notice her, crushing her into a hug.

"You're sweaty!" She laughs.

"Like you have anything to say. Sweaty footballer, you are!"

Grace just keeps laughing, letting you pick her up and spin her around.

Lewis pulls up next as Grace fists the front of your outfit and tugs you into a heady kiss.

"Well done," He says to you," But do you have to do that in public?"

You grin. "Yeah. Not to brag but I just won. I think I'm allowed to kiss my girlfriend."

He groans good naturedly, bumping your shoulder with his. "You're going to use that as an excuse all the time, aren't you?"

"You know me so well."

You keep your hand laced with Grace's as you head up to the podium through the backways of the building.

"World Champion next year then?" She teases, completely relaxed under your arm.

You flash her a grin. "Is that what you want? 'Cause I can do that for you. I want a WSL title in return though."

"I can arrange that."

There's no one else around you. It's just you and her and you steal another kiss while no one is there to complain.

She gasps into your mouth but reciprocates quickly, one hand on your hip while the other cups the back of your neck.

"What would you say if I tell you that you looked so fit driving that car?" She whispers against your lips.

"I'd say that I was wearing a massive helmet that covered my face so there's no way I looked fit at all."

"Then I'd say it must have been your voice," Grace replies," All rugged and angry when Norris cut you up in the ninth lap."

"That sounds more reasonable," You say," You look fit when you kick around a ball for ninety minutes."

"Good." Grace draws back, lacing your fingers with hers as she pulls you to start walking again. "Now, go get that trophy so I can capitalise on just how fit you actually are."

#woso x reader #grace clinton x reader #grace clinton #woso community #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso

[omgsuperstarg]

My Knight in a Shining Ferrari Racesuit-Lewis Hamilton x Caribbean Black! Reader

The author's note-This is my response to the bombshell that occurred last week. Sir Lewis flipped the table, SET IT ON FIRE AND THREW IT IN THE DUMPSTER. Legendary moves yet again.

The bombshell decision heard round the world, the landscape to all who knew it will forever be altered. Lewis Hamilton is parting ways with the team he aided in building and carried on his back for over a decade. You knew that this decision hurt him, especially for the team and fans who love and look up to him.

As you scroll through the internet and its various sites reporting on the news, you can definitely say he broke the internet. You slowly step outside to the porch of the temporary dwelling you're both retiring in as your mind drifts off and the memories begin to play like a home movie. Your time with him has been a short one since you fell in love and became a couple in the golden age of his career and you couldn't help but worry for his mental health. The last few years at Mercedes haven't been kind but, he stuck out knowing his team could've pulled through this time, he just couldn't make it.

You suddenly smell his scent as you can feel his tattooed arms wrapped around your frame. Your orbs slowly opened and you whispered

"How are you feeling lewis" you inquired.

"As well as I can be. I spoke with Toto he understood but I can see that he's a bit heartbroken along with everyone back at Brackley," he responds solemnly.

"I don't blame them. Their golden boy and son is leaving the nest. Moving on to greener pastures and I can't help but be scared for you'', you respond concerned.

"You have nothing to be scared of darling. ill be fine,'' he speaks determinedly.

How do you know that, You're going into a completely different ballgame here. Learning everything from scratch as well as earning your favor with the Tifosi whose loyalty to the team and Charles runs deep. I dont want you to be spinning Top in Mud'', you express finally turning your gaze to your love.

"I want you to get that 8th title you've been fighting for and end this career ON A HIGH and enjoy this sport for a little while longer because we all know it's only a matter of time...........", your voice trails off after that.

"I know that you're scared, but I have a lot of strength and can do this . All I want to do know is try to get through this season the best way we can and have one last hurrah before departing and beginning a whole new chapter. Besides, we can visit the factory ever so often as well as Toto & Susie, who always have space for us to visit them." He says hopeful.

"Alright, I can't say no to my Knight in a Mercedes Racesuit, soon to be Ferrari. Now common, I have your fave vegan cupcakes to cheer you up and a new toy for Roscoe.", in which the mini icon pet comes racing in to join you two on the balcony.

This may be a continental shift,but you prayed that the future is somewhat kind to the little life you've developed with him.

#lewis hamilton x black reader #f1 #mercedes amg f1 #f1 fanfic

[light-lanterne]

Not that I doubt your writing speed, but in the event that it takes you a while to get through your Bylerween stories to the point that they can't end up in the event... would it be possible to request a small summary of the things you'd planned?

hello ! thanks for the ask ~! there are all the reasons to doubt my writing speed, unfortunately, so by all means, a small summary is a perfectly reasonable request !! these are not the final synopses (maybe not even final titles), so please forgive how rushed and imperfect they are x.x

please be warned, though: out of the list with warnings for the event the @bylerween2023 mods posted, at least 90% of those themes are mentioned and alluded to in this post (let alone the stories themselves). proceed with caution.

an offering @boycattj, @byelerss, @catboy-cabin, @cosmobrain00, @dark-quill, @conanssummerchild, @fenixashes, @fluffyfangirl, @foodiewithdahoodie, @holyvirgilscriptures, @hyperfixationcentralsvoid, @rotisseries, @wheelersboy, @yearninginblue. forgive me for tagging you all in unfinished stories, but i thought maybe you'd find some of these concepts interesting >.<

- - - - - - - - ☽ day 1 — ghosts and hauntings ☾ - - - - - - - -

the old barn on cornwallis road

will's house is haunted. not by a ghost or a spectre, but by the cries and suffering of all the boys his father has kidnapped, tortured, and murdered over the past couple years. young as he is, there is nothing he can do but sit and watch as the boys perish, their resentful eyes following his every move as he performs his part in their abduction and killing, fantasies of escaping by himself nothing but a distant dream he'd be better off forgetting. that is, at least, until he meets his dad's latest victim. he's younger than the others, yet far more resilient and determined to escape. more importantly, however, he is kind and understanding with will and so, will's dreams of freedom slowly begin to include this boy. unfortunately, however, they remain dreams and will is instead forced to witness as mike's spirit and fight leave him as the days go by and the brutality lonnie enacts on him becomes worse and worse, his death an impending doom they cannot avoid,,, unless, of course, will manages to do something to save them both.

- - - - - ☽ day 2 — slashers, gore and body horror ☾ - - - - -

a sun to his moon

goat fae will has a normal, quiet life in his small community. he spends his days playing with his friends, cloud gazing, foraging for delicious berries and, quite literally, looking for greener pastures. one day, as he is making his way back home, he gets caught by a strong storm which forces him to seek refuge in an old abandoned barn, the pitch black darkness and his runny nose effectively restricting his senses to the point that he can only hear. and hear he does, when he catches a noise by his side and realises that there is someone in there with him. mike, to be precise; another lost soul who got caught by the storm. they can't see each other, or smell each other, but simply by talking they decide they really enjoy their time together and thus, when the rain stops and they're able to leave, they arrange to meet the next day and have a proper conversation. so they go, then arrive at their meeting spot, then come to a halt as they realise that they'd both made the same mistake: they'd assumed the other to be the same species as themselves when, in fact, mike is a wolf fae, the likes of which are notorious for eating goat faes.

- - - - - ☽ day 3 — demons, devils and exorcisms ☾ - - - - -

blood for the blood moon

it is the 16th century and will is having a tough time. his birthday is a week away and that would normally be a reason to celebrate, but this time he can't bring himself to cheer up even though he knows he should. in one week, his twin sister, jane, will be accepted into the town's council as their high priestess, her magic bringing peace to the village and convincing even the most religious old people of her goodness and pure intent. him? he's not special like jane. he's just a nobody who doesn't quite belong, who doesn't get invited to these events, and who can't even get his crush's attention, no matter what he does. mike hasn't always been a part of his life —or anyone's—; in fact, will can't even remember when they met. all he knows is that he cares so much about mike and it's entirely unfair that everything he does for him goes unnoticed. just last week, will helped him find clean water (just a couple days after the town's well was deemed poisoned), saved mike from biting into a rotten apple (the entire harvest had turned out wrong), scared off that nasty wild goat that kept following them both (its big horns a massive danger), and even warded off that stupid girl who keeps bothering mike even though he's clearly not interested (her broken arm should serve as a reminder to stay away, right?) he does all these things for mike and all will gets is silent stares and teasing smiles and he loves those, but he wants so much more and he doesn't know what to do and it's all making him so angry that he's beginning to believe a demon might've gotten into him, or something. but surely that can't be. demons are not real and will won't change his mind on the matter; not even if jane keeps bugging him about mike's red eyes and his supposedly dark, evil aura.

- - - - - - - - ☽ day 4 — psychological horror ☾ - - - - - - - -

the secret in mike wheeler's basement

there is a secret mike keeps in his basement. it's something important, something he treasures more than anything in the world. but he won't show anyone. not even dustin, when he visits for his weekly check-ins on his childhood friend. not even lucas or max, who only get to come back to hawkins every other month and can't bear the sight of mike's current home. not even el, who's tried to peek into mike's brain more than once only to be met by absolute darkness. and to be entirely honest, mike's silence is quite frustrating. the fight against vecna left them all tired and scarred and moving on from it all has been really hard, but they all still want to keep in touch and thus, the fact that they all make an effort except mike has left them a bit bitter. it's as if everything he's ever needed is there, in the basement, and the party would love to know what's got their friend so enthralled he can't even make time for them anymore. maybe will knows what's in there. he did come back to town for a few weeks sometime last year, during the summer; back then, will had wanted to show his then-boyfriend around town and there had been a couple clashes with mike, but as far as the others knew, everything had smoothed over when the boyfriend left suddenly and mike had will all for himself again. maybe it was then that mike showed will what laid beneath the floorboards, and maybe will held the answer as to why mike's entire house smells of acetone and dry blood. but there's no way of knowing. no one's seen will in a year either so as far as the party's concerned, mike's probably just obsessed with one of the weird life-like dolls he started making once he moved into the old creel house.

- - - - - - - - - ☽ day 5 — came back wrong ☾ - - - - - - - - -

a deal with god

will's life hasn't been easy: poverty, shitty dad, shitty classmates, shitty town. it all used to get to him, back when he lived in hawkins, but now, in retrospective, none of that is as bad as what his life is now. it could be worse, though. being abandoned in a dark, cold, alternate dimension is truly a horrible experience to go through at the tender age of twelve, but at least he's alive, right? more importantly, he's found a way to survive and, quite frankly, thrive in this place his friends called "the upside down". and sure, the powers he developed are big part of why he's even made it this far, but he dares say he's assimilated rather well in the ecosystem and he's almost ready to call this place home. but not yet. first, he needs to help henry destroy the other world. the one where he's been forgotten by the entirety of the town, and where his name is only ever uttered in mockery by everyone he ever loved. not mike, though. mike's the only one who still cares for him and continues to search for him even now, five years after will was taken and everything changed for them all. mike's the only one who's asked about him now that the gates are open and the "upside down" has filtered into whatever's left of hawkins, and he's the only one who seems willing to go on their own to try to find will. mike still cares, and will loves him for it, and that's why he's not going to let him go with the rest. a singular human surviving should do nothing to disturb his and henry's plans and so, will's decided he's going to keep mike alive. even if he has to lie and manipulate mike into coming with him, and even if he has to ask for henry's help.

- - - - - - - - ☽ day 6 — supernatural creatures ☾ - - - - - - - -

cruelty and the beast

(just going to link the original post i'd already made for this one >.<)

- - - ☽ day 7 — witches, wizards and necromancers ☾ - - -

the lost eden funeral home and crematorium

mike has always been fascinated by death. ever since he was a little child, he'd freak his sister out by bringing home carcasses he'd find in the forest, or by showing her the remnants of whatever poor critter he'd had to dissect during biology class. it is then no surprise that he'd end up working at a mortuary, embalming the bodies of the deceased every night and coming home with the smell of formaldehyde well ingrained in his brain. most nights, his time at the mortuary is filled with boring paperwork and the occasional facial reconstruction he has to slave over for the entirety of his shift. every once in a while, he is tasked with dealing with the result of a massive accident and struggles to catch his breath as he prepares up to a dozen bodies for their funeral. however his night goes, he tries to enjoy his job as much as he can, and he likes to think he's really good at it and can handle anything the world throws at him. ,,,that is, of course, until the night when he accidentally reads a passage out of his boss' necromancy manual and brings back to life the body of a young man who passed away under very violent circumstances. who, despite looking (and smelling) like a rotten zombie, seems to be a sweet and lovely dude who died far too soon. so, and because he is nothing but fascinated by the entire situation, mike decides to go a little further and try to bring the man fully back, no matter what it takes.

and that's it ! all the stories i was supposed to write for bylerween and which i'll slowly chip away over the course of the year x.x hopefully you found some of these entertaining ~!

#🎃 #✨ #🧸 #byler #byler fanfic #byler fanfiction #byler ficlet #will byers #mike wheeler #dark byler agenda #bylerween2023

[imagine-you]

writin' you a letter and I don't know where to start part 1 of 3 [steve harrington/reader]

summary: You think leaving Hawkins will be a painless and easy farewell, but when you reconnect with Steve Harrington the night before you're set to leave town, you realize there's something still left in Hawkins you'll miss. You decide to write Steve a letter and when he writes back, you can't help but feel thrilled to reforge your connection with him. It's easy to fall in love with Steve, but when you fall out of touch again, you think you're officially done with him once and for all. Years later, you're visiting your parents in Hawkins for Christmas, when a deputy pulls you over and you realize maybe Hawkins and Steve aren't done with you. word count: 1.5k author's note: this was meant to be a oneshot, but I had a family emergency this week and I couldn't finish this. but the thought of not posting anything depressed the hell out of me even more than I already am, so here's part one. so much thought and love has gone into planning this fic, so to entice you a bit more, part two involves letters and longing while part three involves deputy!steve and reconciliation. I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas. 💖

part one / part two / part three

Most people your age either dreaded the news that they would have to leave their whole life behind or find it exciting to wipe the slate clean and start all over. You supposed you felt it was bittersweet to leave Hawkins, but you were interested in seeing what life in Chicago had in store for you. Your dad had lost his job in Hawkins, since most businesses were either going out of business or abandoning the town in favor of greener pastures. Most businesses were heading for bankruptcy either because Hawkins now had a public image as a hellscape or because Starcourt Mall was set to open its doors in a few months, sweeping in to snatch away sales and customers.  

Your father had been offered a job at your grandfather's company and your mom was ecstatic at the thought of having more money to spend. You didn't feel like leaving Hawkins was the worst thing that could happen to you, but you still felt like you were leaving behind a few loose ends.  

You had never had many friends. Not since you hit junior high and suddenly everyone was concerned with whether or not they were 'cool.' You figured by the time you hit ninth grade and you could only count one or two people in the cafeteria who probably wouldn't give you shit for sitting with them that you had fallen short of the popularity standard everyone else had set.  

So, while you didn't mind moving away from Hawkins, you would mourn the easier times you had when you were a kid and it seemed like everyone was your friend. When everyone got an invite to the birthday parties and everyone got a card for Valentine's day. When you played tag with future cheerleaders and basketball players on the playground and shared popsicles in the park on hot summer days.  

You supposed nostalgia was to blame for why you had talked yourself into attending Tina's Christmas party. Everyone would be there, or so Tina liked to boast, and since you practically had one foot out the Hawkins door, you could make yourself say goodbye to the best memories from your past and rid yourself of anything tethering you to the place where you grew up.  

You felt out of place as you walked into Tina's house. There was a keg stand and raucous laughter and dancing and cheering. You were so out of practice socializing with so many people around that you froze inside the doorway, not sure where to start.  

Your decision was made for you when a girl you didn't even recognize passed by you and handed you a cup of punch.  

"Gotta get in the party mood! Turn that frown upside down!" She kept walking, falling into the arms of a guy who was evidently waiting for her across the room.  

You considered the punch before downing the drink, wincing at the amount of vodka in it. You hadn't even been aware that you were frowning, so if this helped you loosen up a bit and make the best of your last night in Hawkins among people you used to call friends, then you would rely on a little liquid courage. You set your sights on a game of beer pong that was happening across the room and decided to start there.  

You found yourself drifting from one group of people to the next, mentally saying your farewells while you soaked up the last vestiges of nostalgia Hawkins still held for you.  

By the time the clock struck midnight, you were leaning against the wall, nursing a glass of water while you watched people dance to Christmas music. The song changed from one to the next and you perked up at the opening notes of your favorite Christmas song coming out of the sound system.  

"Wanna dance?" 

You startled, not even realizing that someone had approached you. When you turned to look, you were surprised to see that it was Steve standing there, considering you. You hadn't talked to Steve in what felt like years but you must have said 'hi' to him or nodded at him occasionally at school. There was a time in your life when Steve was your best friend, but those days were long gone and now you were standing next to a stranger.  

"What?" You asked, at a loss for any other way to respond.  

"This is your favorite, right?" He reminded you, gesturing towards the speakers where the song was pouring into the room. Darlene Love was begging her baby to please come home for Christmas and you couldn't deny that the song had a hold on you. The idea of dancing with Steve among all the other couples while listening to the song felt exhilarating.  

"You remember that?" You hadn't had an actual conversation with Steve since you were eleven years old, but the fact that he would remember something like your favorite Christmas song touched you. You might not be having playdates or inviting each other to your birthday parties anymore, but maybe you still meant something to him.  

"Yeah," he answered, shrugging his shoulders like it meant nothing. "So, you wanna dance or keep holding the wall up? Because I'm pretty sure the song's halfway over and you're gonna be sad if you miss it.  

You rolled your eyes, barely resisting the urge to reach out and pull on Steve's hair like you would have if you were still kids. You figured at the very least you might as well dance with Steve. Tonight was your last chance for farewells and a dance with Steve Harrington sounded like the perfect way to end the night. You nodded your head in answer and Steve took your hand. You felt a fluttering in the pit of your stomach that had you hoping it was dark enough that Steve wouldn't realize how flustered you were feeling.  

Steve pulled you towards the dancing couples and turned, tugging on your hand until you were pressed against him. You felt a dizzying sense of déjà vu and a memory rushed unbidden to the forefront of your mind.  

"What?" Steve asked, sounding suspicious. "Why are you smiling like that?" 

You couldn't help the laugh that escaped your mouth as you leaned forward to rest your head on his shoulder. It was easy to fall into step with Steve, like you had been doing this little dance for years, swaying together and orbiting each other. "Remember that awful party our parents made us go to? We were five or something and the only kids there and Mrs. Lee thought it would be adorable if she taught us how to waltz." 

Steve groaned and shook his head. "I needed to ice my feet that night because you kept stepping all over them. You couldn't get the timing right." 

"Me?" You scoffed, helpless against the smile that was still tugging at your lips. "You elbowed me in the eye and I had to take my very first school picture all bruised," you said before bringing a hand up and gesturing at your face.  

"Well, on the bright side, at least we've both gotten better at dancing," he offered, his mouth tilted to the side in a hopeful smirk. "You haven't tried to crush any of my toes yet." 

"There's still time," you joked, pretending to pick your foot up with the intention of bringing it down on Steve's left shoe.  

"Alright, alright," he sighed, reeling you back in. You hadn't even noticed that you had drifted away until you were suddenly aware of Steve's heartbeat echoing through your body and the feel of his breath against the shell of your ear. "So, this is goodbye? I heard about your dad's job." 

"Yeah," you answered, fluster swiftly twisting into melancholy. You hadn't even realized there was anything in Hawkins that you would actually miss until that very moment. "We leave tomorrow." 

Steve let out a low whistle, pulling away until he could get a good look at you. "You ever gonna come back here?  

You shrugged your shoulders. "I don't know," you told him, mind spinning from having all of Steve's focus on you. "I don't know if I'll ever have a reason to." 

Steve hummed in thought before he pulled you forward again, but it wasn't to continue dancing, since the song had already ended. Steve's arms wrapped around you and it took you a second to realize Steve was hugging you. And then before you could even think to reciprocate, he was pulling back, a small, wistful smile on his face. "Don't forget all about us in Chicago, alright? We’ll miss you here." 

And then he was walking away, leaving you speechless and confused.  

That night, you were curled up on your mattress that was left lying in the center of your room so you could get one last good sleep in Hawkins before you left. You pulled your blanket tighter around you, your mind on Steve and the childhood feelings you had felt for him bubbling up and threatening to overwhelm you.  

Maybe Hawkins held nothing for you, but you couldn't help but think that Steve Harrington sure did. 

part two

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #steve harrington imagine #reader insert #christmas fic #imagine #my fic

[instruth]

TO GREENER PASTURE

To greener pasture now thy children flee

From the womb of Mother Earth set free

Relentless sun turns thy greens to yellow

No standing ovation, from grass to fellow

Freedom stings not numbing thy pain

New owners destroying thy smiling plain

Thy glassy brooks no longer reflect

Mossy paths mirroring a land neglect

Crumpled leaves, nests for charging ants

From afar the loud cry of grieving vagrants

Wealth accumulates while thy land decays

Dry wind carries its stink day after day

Pleasantry once gay is now in despair

Pride stripped, to breathe its own foul air

No more thy once compassionate train

Rolling swiftly only to dispossess thy grain

Thy packed lawn of fond cheering crowd

Now empty without the sportsmen's shout

Devoid cheering scene that once delights

Polo ponies lose their thunderous flights

Memories roam thy ruins of what remains

Bleed my soul, changing to the past in vain

In my loiterings on thy plains, Mother Care

I now see the gifts of griefs I have to bear

Give me hope in one Almighty I can trust

Not complaining, only doing thy will I must

That I may come home to write my story

Around a fireplace to tell all of your history

What I have seen, learned or knew

And to be buried there, reborn in you

©Johnny J P Lee

14 May 2024

A Gogyoshiren Poem (30)

Photos Credit J. P. Lee

(Taken during my visit in Ireland)

#poetryportal #writerscreeds #smittenbypoetry #spilledwords #writingthestorm #poeticstories #inkstainsandheartbeats #writtenconsiderstions

[beautifulpersonpeach]

From what I have seen, the majority of fandom is quick to say they'll support bts getting into relationships and making those relationships known but the moment a hint of a relationship or even a hint of a potential relationship appears, those same fans lose their shit and freak out. I'd hope fans support them but sadly, there will be a big backlash I feel.

***

Oh, there will be hell to raise such as has never been raised before. Years back, Jonghyun of SHINee was revealed to be dating Shin Se-kyung and his fans literally revolted. I'm talking people not cheering for him, black oceans during his parts and solos, people boycotting SHINee. It was a fucking mess. The guy eventually had to apologize for dating.

Do you think that stopped the hate? No.

I don't expect things to get that bad for any BTS member dating besides those who will abandon the group for greener, more single pastures, but I still expect to see some fallout.

#quick asks

[loveandlucky]

Greener Pastures

Enjoy this little thing I wrote a while ago but didn't have the confidence to post until now ♡♡♡ I like to think they met this way.

Oh, to be lost. Not just lost, but lost without means for navigation, lost without food, lost without money. Lucy bent over to catch her breath. It was the middle of a particularly hot August day. The sun glared through yellow lenses. Lucy could almost feel it laughing at her, and she felt deserving of such snickering.

About 5 weeks had passed since she gathered up all the courage in her possession to leave her childhood home. The thought of home sickened her, and she fought the urge to gag in the already nauseating heat. Memories of her father raced through her head. Six years of being shut out, six years of wandering the Heartfilia’s grounds alone, six years of feeling like she couldn’t replace her mother, and therefore had no real purpose, no reason to exist. Strangely, Lucy couldn’t seem to form the memories with her mother as clearly. She remembered her slowly dying, she remembered all the nurses and doctors, she remembered the stifled weeping of housekeepers. Before that, all she had left were emotions. Love, hope, cheer. She wondered if she could ever find such feelings again. If she did, they definitely weren’t going to be waiting for her back at that estate.

For now, all she had were her classic whip, small yet beloved set of keys, and the small suitcase containing a few sets of clothes, her diary, and family pictures she just couldn’t bear to leave behind.

“Out of money and out of time,” Lucy muttered to herself. She turned around to see if the carriage was still visible on the horizon. Even perched upon the hills she spent the last two hours climbing, she couldn’t see one in sight. Sure she realized halfway through the ride that she was flat broke, but that shouldn’t mean the driver had to leave her in the middle of nowhere! Well, not nowhere. A plaintive signage that was posted at the bottom of the hills told her this was somewhere near Tuly Village. With no map, this information did her about as much good as the long grass that she continuously found herself tangled up in on this trek.

She threw her legs up and over a small wooden fence. Surely this was someone’s property, but Lucy didn’t mind adding “trespassing” to her growing list of roadtrip to-dos. One of the many cows raised its head at her, gnawing away at the long stems. Another one threw her a confused grunt.

“Well mooooo to you, too,” Lucy hissed through her teeth, turning towards the fence and struggling to loosen her sweater’s fibers from the splintery wood.

Glancing behind her at the herd of grazing cows, she noticed that the one that made a noise at her was…standing up?! Convinced she was about to be consumed by some magical farm monster, she started pulling at the threads with more force.

“I knew I should have gone with a tank top this morning!” Lucy wailed, finally ripping a small hole in the material. She whipped around once more, freed from the wooden clutches.

The monster did not bother replying as he stomped towards the shaking girl, his massive hooves easily maneuvering the grassy plain. The sound from a bell around his neck sent Lucy into a spiral. That’s the sound of a dinner bell, Lucy thought to herself, imagining being roasted over an open pit while the monster cackled as he spun her round and round the open flames.

She sank to the ground. “Please don’t eat me! I’m too cute! A-and I’m skinny, I won’t taste good!” she cried out, all but praying that it changed its mind. As it stalked closer, she shut her eyes, much too afraid to see what it was like up close.

“Oooo you’re even MOOre beautiful up close!” A deep yet playful voice howled. Lucy opened her eyes, shocked.

“What the?!” Lucy ogled at the anthropomorphic beast before her. It was as if a muscular and tall man had been morphed halfway into a bovine. “What are you doing?” She screeched, backing up into the fenceline.

“I could ask you the same thing, lovely lady,” The creature smiled, and Lucy felt a certain warmth through it, a similar feeling as the one she had when getting ready to open one of her zodiac gates. Now that it was so close, and her fear had turned to focus, she noticed a certain aura about the beast, and she was drawn to it.

“I’m, uh, well I’m just traveling through,” Lucy stammered, barely getting the words out. She remained crouched on the ground.

“You’re a celestial wizard, no?” He mooed, crossing his arms.

“How did you know that?” Lucy’s hand hovered over her key ring.

“Any celestial spirit can sense the presence of a wizard, plus you’ve got some of those keys,” He responded, holding out a large and furry white hand.

Lucy slowly raised her hand to his, tentatively touching the course hairs. He grabbed Lucy’s hand forcefully, pulling her quickly to her feet. With his hand still clasped around her own, she felt a warm pulse of magic throughout her body.

“It’s you…you’re…” Lucy gasped a few words out, looking the spirit up and down in amazement.

“Taurus! Gate of the Golden Bull! One of the twelve golden zodiacs! Of course I’m the strongest…but the others made that damn cat their leader. And where has he been? He hasn’t shown his face in the spirit realm in years! He can’t just mooove away from the others like that! Leo should be-” The spirit was cut off as Lucy began swirling around him in awe.

“Do you have an owner? How much can you lift? Where’s your key? Why are you in a field of normal cows? Does that piercing ever get uncomfortable? Why are your pants so tight?” Lucy continued orbiting him, questioning him with the energy of a ten year old child.

The spirit was taken aback. “I’m udderly alone, I have no owner, miss!”

She stopped in front of him, shaking her head in wonder. “I sure have gotten lucky…again…I must say It’s a pleasure to meet such an esteemed celestial spirit! I know I’m young and I’ve got a long way to go as a wizard, but I’d love to have you by my side, Taurus!”

He clasped his hands together in cheer, light jumps rumbling the ground beneath them. “Moooooo! I would love toooo!”

Lucy smiled, tilting her head. “The name’s Lucy, by the way.”

“So your name is Lucy? You’ve got a real nice body!” It was the cow’s turn to circle the young girl, and he looked a little too pleased about the sights before him.

Lucy crossed her arms. “What a pervert…maybe I should reconsider…”

Taurus turned to face her, suddenly serious. “No need for that young lady! As long as we are contracted together I will be sure to protect you!” Lucy blushed at the sweetness of his words. “And that nice body,” the cow added. Lucy thought for a moment.

As the breeze moved swiftly through the plains, she placed a hand on her hair to keep it from blowing golden locks into her eyes. She did need protection. Aquarius was, at her best, mildly helpful, and at worst, spending her moments viciously remarking on Lucy’s body and lack of companionship. Cancer was swift and sharp, but not nearly as strong as this Golden Bull. She sensed that although he was a bit too flirty, he would suffice to keep her safe.

“Do you promise?” she asked, looking into the bull’s dark eyes.

The bull enthusiastically nodded in response. “I promise!”

After enduring two or three more flirtatious comments, she had him sign their contract. “Just sign your name and we’ll be partners!” She beamed with excitement.

“Partners?” Taurus questioned, flexing his ears like a confused puppy.

“Of course! You protect me, and I protect you. My spirits are my friends,” Lucy remarked adamantly.

The celestial spirit smiled, feeling a great sense of hope and strength in their new bond, before disappearing into a shimmering light. Lucy picked up the axe-shaped key, brushing the weeds away softly with her hand. She held the key close to her heart for a few moments, before attaching it to her key ring. Lucy felt more assured about her journey. After all, she just made her first friend, all by herself. However, she was still hungry, and she was pretty sure beef was off the menu for a while.

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[pancakes4two]

that summer feelin’ | prologue

summary: wanting to do something impulsive after graduating university, you answer an online ad promising a free paradise vacation and a chance to win 50 grand. expecting a summer filled with rest and relaxation, you instead wind up as a contestant on love island.

you spend the summer under the hot majorca sun, in the nation’s most famous villa, and you meet a boy who forces you to rethink everything you thought you knew about yourself. somewhere in between, you fall in love.

word count: TBD

warnings: language, sexual references

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prologue

soundtrack: right down the line

harry’s pov:

Harry was on a lounge chair, tucked away in a far corner of the villa, when the text arrived.

Time to change out of those swim shorts, was how the message started. Tonight, you will be going on a private date with Y/N. #tablefortwo #pastalavista.

It couldn’t have come at a better time, considering he was honestly hours away from dramatically lamenting how uneventful his Love Island experience has been so far. It’s not that the other islanders weren’t lovely—at the very least, Harry didn’t get the vibe that any of them were planning on killing him in his sleep to eliminate the competition. It was just that he didn’t really have a connection with anyone yet. Maybe that’s a bit of a premature judgement for him to make, but he can’t help it when the majority of the other islanders have already settled into somewhat-comfortable pairings.

And honestly, his lack of a companion at the moment may very well be entirely his fault. On the first day, four out of the five girls had stepped forward, hoping to couple up with him. He had chosen Emi because she seemed funny, and looked like the girls he’d typically pick up back at home. One conversation later though, and he discovered that they had absolutely nothing in common at all. They swiftly decided they would be better off as friends, and she moved on to Hunter, a real estate agent from South London.

The rest of Harry’s attempts to find someone to couple up with went in a similar fashion. They’d chat and get on well enough, but realize they’re not very compatible. The two of them would couple up to avoid elimination, but ultimately at the end of the night, Harry would hug the girl and chivalrously send her off to greener pastures, aka the laddy lads in 5 inch inseam shorts who think they’re whispering when gawking at a girl’s body, but are actually speaking loud enough for the entire villa and production crew to hear.

Which brings Harry to his present situation. He knows that if he’s still single by the end of this week, no one will want to abandon their couple to save him and he’ll likely be dumped from the villa. Back to Holmes Chapel and smelling like coffee grounds and sourdough bread all day. The production team probably feels really bad if they’re sending in a bombshell specifically for him. He’d feel bad too if he sent one of his mates into a villa full of singles and he hadn’t managed to find one potential match in three weeks. He really needs to get it together.

“Got a text!” Harry yells towards the general vicinity of where the rest of the islanders are gathered, probably trying to figure out where the production team has hidden the alcohol for the night.

He walks over when it becomes apparent that none of them are willing to abandon their treasure hunt and run to where he’s sat. Slotting himself into an empty space in front of the kitchen island, he reads out the text message.

“You’re going on a date!” Lucy, a fashion buyer from Brighton squeals excitedly while the rest of the boys cheer for Harry.

“Our boy’s got big dinner plans for tonight,” Hunter laughs, throwing a muscled arm around Harry’s shoulders. “Gonna bring home something more than leftovers?”

It’s at this exact moment that they find the hidden alcohol. The discovery leads to another round of loud cheers, and a request that Harry make a toast for good luck on his date.

“Fuck off,” Harry grins while Callum pours him a glass of champagne.

“Here’s to me hopefully getting out of Friend Island and finally making it to Love Island,” He says, raising the bubbly drink in the air. The islanders erupt in a chorus of “Good Lad”s and “Yes”es.

Still bigging him up, the boys lead him towards the inside of the villa and into the bedroom where his suitcase is sitting.

“Think she’s going to be fit?” Matthew, a blonde boy who recently entered the villa asks.

“Of course she’s going to be fit, it’s fucking Love Island,” Callum responds, while Harry unfolds a white linen shirt, holding it up to his body. He slips his arms through the sleeves, letting the material settle on top of his skin as he works with the buttons.

“If he brings her back and she’s hot, I’m stealing her from him,” Hunter says while gesturing at Harry with his thumb. The rest of the boys murmur in agreement.

“Jeez, don’t get too ahead of yourselves,” Harry scoffs. He pulls on a pair of shorts that are just a shade darker than the shirt. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he messes with his hair a little before giving up and letting his curls fall naturally around his face.

“If you’re having wine on that date, you’re a bit fucked, aren’t you,” Alex motions jokingly at Harry’s all-white outfit, while sucking on a popsicle.

“A little wine on the shirt never hurt anybody,” Harry retorts, smoothing his hands over his chest. “I’ll just be starting the first fashion trend of Love Island 2022.”

They slowly make their way out of the bedroom and into the foyer of the villa. Alex has his hands on both of Harry’s shoulder, jumping up and down as the rest of the boys pump their fists behind him. A cameraman is positioned in front of them, no doubt filming a slow motion montage of the boys sending young, unsuspecting Harry off to his dinner date. When they finally make it to the foyer, the girls are already piled onto the staircase, eagerly waiting to see how Harry has cleaned up for tonight. They gasp and clap excitedly when they spot his monochrome outfit, and before Harry knows it, there’s a crowd of nearly twenty young adults clamoring around him and wishing him good luck for his date. He’d be lying if he said the cheerful energy around him didn’t make him feel good, and less apprehensive of leaving the villa to meet a girl who the Love Island production team has apparently deemed suitable for him.

soundtrack: diet mountain dew

Harry walks out of the villa doors with a ball of anticipation in his stomach. As a PA leads him down a cobblestone path and towards an open field, he notices offhandedly that the sun has already mostly set. An inky black was already beginning to bleed into the muted red and orange sky. Distantly, the moon was also starting to appear, a small yellow-white sliver taking its place in the highest corner of the fading sunset.

As he makes his way further into the field, he notices a white table that has been set up. In the middle of the table, there’s a small basket with a piece of gingham cloth sticking out of it. There are two bottles of wine set on either side of the basket, and utensils perfectly laid out. Diverting his attention away from the dinner spread, Harry then notices you walking out towards one of the chairs. You’re wearing a white babydoll dress with spaghetti straps that have been tied into bows at the tops of your shoulders. You pull your chair out, briefly turning your back towards him. Your hair is half pulled back with a small ribbon that matches the color of your dress. The rest of your outfit is simple: brown loafers, which Harry notes as a smart choice. It would have been hell trying to walk out of this field in heels, considering that it had rained earlier in the afternoon. Small gold hoops with tiny cowboy boot charms, and a thin gold necklace.

Once in front of the chair directly opposite from you, Harry sits down and gives you a small smile, letting himself take in all of your features and tiny details. Your skin is bronzed and there are light freckles dusting the apples of your cheeks and the bridge of your nose, likely evidence of the fact that you’ve already spent a couple of days in Majorca. Your lips are upturned, and you’re giving him a slightly lopsided smile. When you bring your hand up to rest against your cheek, elbow propped on the table, you stare up at Harry through your lashes and his breath hitches in his throat.

It’s the first time he’s been rendered completely speechless since coming to Majorca.

Your face brightens even more as your smile grows into a grin, and Harry notes that your eyes have turned into little happy half moons. 

You point at Harry with your fork, and poke your tongue out at him slightly. “Do you show up late to all of your dates, or just the ones that are being filmed for national television?”

Fuck, Harry thinks.

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[kiigan]

themed starter call @materiiaism requested: 54. for a vulnerable starter.

Midgar smelled like shit.

ㅤHopefully, his deceased parents would forgive him the vulgarity, yet Itachi could not conjure any form of polished adjectives to accurately describe the general environment with. Putrid, perhaps? Noxious? Rancid? None of those carried the emotional charge of the much-needed cussing, however. Wondrous city of mako and technology, and for what? Withered flora everywhere the eye looked, paths of dirt and gravel littered with rusted scrap metal, a sky made of steel and air so thick with smog it hurt the lungs to breathe. If these were the miracles that Shinra Inc. would offer, then suddenly the war made a tad-bit more sense - Wutai being turned to elaborate tourist trap was, by far, a lesser evil when compared to such dismal sights. To think that Sasuke might have had to grow up like these poor children, not knowing the colors of a real flower and using blocks of concrete for toys. The prospect alone had the Uchiha's dark brows firmly etched into a frown.

ㅤAdults themselves didn't seem to be faring much better, truth be told. Other than miserable living conditions, most inhabitants of the slums carried a sickly palor to their skin and looks of silent resignation in their features. There was some happiness and cheer to be found here and there, but such sentiments seemed rare exceptions; likely, born from habit and realization that life was what it was. Most inhabitants, just as much, likely could not afford to up and leave, go look for [literally] greener pastures. Itachi found himself greatly respecting their resilience, if nothing else. It took a very particular sort of bravery to keep enduring in such harsh conditions.

ㅤBravery, as well, apparently was needed for the simple act of finding one's way around. On paper, having sectors following a strict numbered order should contribute to organization and make it simple to move from one area to the next... yet, with so many twists and turns, so many winding alleyways, so many options that led to a dead-end only, it truly didn't take long at all for Itachi to come to the very blatant conclusion that he was lost. Or, well - it wasn't like he'd been intending to head anywhere in specific, not just yet, but finding an inn to serve as temporary base of operations had been at the top of the priorities list. Very much foiled, the moment he crossed yet another corner to be half-cursed/half-blessed with yet another no way out but, this time, overflowing with cats a bit everywhere; cats sitting on the wall, cats napping on a rooftop, cats exploring empty metal tubes, cats playing together.

Even cats, in Wutai, had much better living conditions. A real shame.

ㅤNo option but to swallow pride once gain, retrace his steps and attempt to turn left at the previous intersection, rather than right. Some road had to lead somewhere, right? Patience was an art Itachi excelled at, though this city was unceremoniously testing his limits. As he spotted a young man coming from the opposite direction, then, bright blond and spiky hair and a massive sword hugging his back, he mentally thanked Leviathan for such blessing and approached, meaning to ask for directions. Only to have a perfectly good plan turned on him once more, as the stranger suddenly- ...seemed afflicted by a not-so-gentle pang of headache? Own woes momentarily forgotten, Itachi slowed his steps and offered a gentle tone of voice.

«Do you need help? You don't look so well.»

#materiiaism #[verse] land of the free; and blood splatters for applause #......I DID NOT MEAN FOR THIS TO GET SO LONG WOW #can you blame me though i'm here dying for these two interacting #also shoutout to Wedge's cats

[ninadove]

🕯🌿 ?

🕯️ ⇢ On a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? Why is that?

Probably a 9! Editing is when the magic happens, when you reflect on what you truly meant and polish your text in consequence; when you add imagery like sparkles to a princess dress and make connections within your own work. A lot of my best ideas come to me during editing, because I get to take a step back and observe the road travelled.

-1 point because it’s still fucking hard.

🌿 ⇢ Give some advice on writer's block and low creativity.

IT’S OK NOT TO WRITE ANYTHING FOR MONTHS. SERIOUSLY. In fact, that was my case before Feligami got my gears turning again.

That being said, try to figure out what is really stopping you. Maybe you outgrew a project or fandom and need to move on to greener pastures; maybe you have a story you really want to tell, but haven’t found the right media and voice for it yet. For instance, I tried to write a Layton Christmas fic for years, only to bring it to life through the Senticousins instead.

Maybe you simply need a change of pace. Have you tried poetry? Comics? Web weaves? Mood boards? Certain ideas click better with different forms of art; certain brains click better with different forms of art. It never hurts to explore your options.

If you are anxious about characterisation and themes, why not try your hand at meta posts? They will help you get your thoughts in order, while also being a very efficient writing exercise.

Having a small but reliable group of friends to cheer you on will also do wonders for you. The creative process can be extremely lonely: we all deserve to bask in some well-deserved love!

Ultimately, there is no right of wrong way to do things: what works for me isn’t necessarily going to work for you, and vice-versa. Have fun, and remember that even unfinished projects help sharpen your skills!

Thank you for the ask! 📝

#ask games #nina writes

[punkpandapatrixk]

Gemini Season Overview for 🐞🐍⛲🐝ALL SIGNS

With the elements/signs of the zodiac, you can freely use your Sun, Moon, Rising/Ascendant, or even your Stellium (❗️)

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[This new reading is finally coming along! I know we’re already two weeks into the Gemini Season but hope this still serves its purpose to give you guidance, clarity, and most importantly, ease of mind~]

Gemini is essentially a season that gives you reason to be festive. Seriously. Gemini is all about play and celebration. For being ruler of the 3rd House, too, its energy resembles the 3 of Cups, with a little hint of 3 of Pentacles.

Yeah, be around people and talk and build something together, but… The most important takeaway is your ability to improve your communication skills. Human beings are weird in that so many different words could get misinterpreted and then feelings could get hurt.

Too many times words have destroyed people. This season, there’s also a need to address our wounds in relation to communication. Hey, sometimes we’re the weird ones because maybe we’re shy, anxious, or generally, we grew up with adults whose words weren’t exactly noble.

It’s okay. You’re your own person now. You have the power to fix whatever you don’t like about your communication and be better and kinder from there. Everybody deserves a chance to build themselves up from the ground according to their own desired blueprint.

Building Yourself for 🐞Fire Signs

🐏Aries – 6 of Swords

It’s time you sailed to a higher ground—or calmer waters, or greener pasture; you get the idea. I think for such a long time now you’ve been battling with emotionally difficult situations, or people, or like, you’ve been stuck in old patterns that only brought you unideal results.

This season, there’s a strong energy that will really give you the spiritual assistance to move forwards—upwards if anything. Transcend above petty situations and leave barren lands where they are. You don’t have to care so much about everything. First and foremost, you take care of your own—that is what being Aries is all about anyway!

Your mental health is top priority, your happiness, peace of mind, it all matters. And if learning to respect your health requires you to leave behind unideal people, places, whatever, it’s worth it. Even if it ain’t smooth sailing at first, you’ll get better at it. You just have to start now.

🦁Leo – Ace of Cups

You have all the power needed to clear your gloomy skies. It’s all in you, and this season, Gemini is helping you tons in this department. Don’t be shy about socialising, don’t be lazy about making contact; a lot of good cheer is yours for the taking. However, there’s a little bit of caution in the air: self-reflection.

Not sure what you individually have been through lately, but it’s kept you feeling rather depressed for quite a bit. For some of you, it may even have been going on for yearsss… There’s a reason for that, right? If you must have good cheer this season, use it wisely.

Perhaps talk to someone who can empathise with your sorrows. Perhaps you could get valuable insight or advice that helps you get out of the rut in your mind. Pay close attention to what experiences others have to share, and use discernment and throw in some humility. This season could prove to be highly transformational for you.

🎠Sagittarius – 2 of Pentacles

I wonder if you’re dealing with a significant amount of pain right now. Or maybe, a major sense of discomfort. At any rate, dealing with it has really decreased your ability to think on your feet. It’s hard to even see problems clearly to come up with real smart solutions.

First of all, you really need to get yourself fixed immediately. If it’s an ailment, don’t postpone getting professional medical help, whether physical or psychological. If you happen to know alternative medication that can safely reduce the pain or discomfort, quickly gather the necessary ingredients and devote yourself to your healing.

It is only by dealing with this discomfort can you resolve your real problems. Talk to someone. Share your burdens with someone you can trust. It’s time to get honest with your struggles and get some help. It’s not a shame to get help from those who genuinely care.

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Building Yourself for 🐍Earth Signs

🐂Taurus – 6 of Cups Rx

It’s no news that you have a difficult time letting go, but on a more poignant note, you also tend to reminisce. But this costs you a great deal of your health. I’m sure you’re aware of this already: energy goes where attention flows. The more you allow your energy to flow towards memories that cause you pain, the more you’re doing a disservice to your own body.

‘You keep saying you don’t like it but you keep thinking about it; how’s that working out for you??’ – a quote somewhere on the Internet; butchered by me, sorta

So, this requires self-discipline, of course. If you rely only on your Taurus energy at this point, it may be a gruelling learning process. Try to see what other placements in your birth chart could help you with cool-headed, rational thinking, or, with a higher perspective that could help you grow a bigger heart.

The bitter way you talk to others, or even to yourself, needs to be addressed so you can live more lightly. You’re a good person—you just need to release a lot of your bitterness. And you’d have a much easier Life if you’d allow yourself to flow more casually in various scenarios/situations. Flow, my dear. Flow. Like Water.

🧘🏻‍♀️Virgo – 8 of Cups Rx

You’ve been wanting to give yourself a break, but you haven’t been able to. Something is always pulling you back to busyness. That something is your sense of responsibility. Sounds noble, but if you’re more honest, it’s also your deep attachment to your image—your persona as someone who always has it together.

This Gemini season should essentially assist you in looking more honestly at how you communicate yourself, in a way project your image. Are you truthful in your endeavours? Are you honest with yourself, or are you compensating for unideal circumstances? Being professional is one thing, but sacrificing your wellbeing is another. The latter is essentially stupid if you ask me though.

Well, you’re always capable, dependable, reliable, whateverable. Maybe this time, you need to prove to yourself how capable you are at handling other people’s criticism when you present them a less than ideal, less than expected, image of yourself. Look, nobody has it together all the time. Nobody does, honey.

🐐Capricorn – 7 of Wands Rx

Do you feel like you often lose your authentic voice in a situation in an attempt to please the crowd? Maybe this has even become a permanent woe in some of you. In all honesty, it’s probably due to misunderstandings. Precisely because you never really voice your inner truth.

You kinda have this habit of just weaving whatever lines of words that would make you sound amazing. You know, persona-making, charisma-building, image-maintaining. You’re on the other end of Cancer, of course you’re cursed with this undercurrent of tendency. Cancer is, after all, imaginative and creative. You get the gist.

But it’s because of that as well that others do not really see when you’re under a lot of pressure. Some really dull people may never even imagine you’re keeping inside a lot of stress. The Gemini energy this season should help you with this. Be light, be chill, be more casual in the way you communicate your needs or oppositions. Maybe it’s a serious learning process for some, but you have to begin somewhere.

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Building Yourself for ⛲Air Signs

👯Gemini – 4 of Cups

This is your season. And you know you have this amazing power to turn every dull situation into good cheer. It comes naturally to you. But although you’re so amazing at this, maybe sometimes you light up a room at the cost of not being able to express honestly your personal woes. Like somehow it becomes so hard to display this side of you due to all the expectations—maybe even your own expectations.

Usually, people who can only have fun when they’re with other people, or those who can only have a good time if they’re treating others, are those whose Sacral chakra is out of balance. Out of balance can mean it’s overactive or it’s blocked; either way, it’s not healthy.

This season of yours is inviting you to take another good look at your communications and friendships. Essentially, what are you terrified of? Basically, what is it about your close relationships that are unsatisfying? The root causes? And what can you do to resolve the conflict within?

Many unpleasant truths may arise, indeed. But remember: anything that costs you your peace of mind is too expensive. Spend your energy wisely.

⚖️Libra – Queen of Pentacles Rx

The combination of tarot & oracle you’ve got is truly saying: you’re living an imbalanced life, because you’re too much of a coward. Not sorry for not sugarcoating it, but you’re not drawing out your utmost potential because you’re prioritising other people’s comfort, and that is a super unfortunate disservice to yourself. There’s no way I’m sugarcoating that.

Libra is a wonderful energy, of course. It’s about balance, it tends to be altruistic, but if you allow your penchant for avoiding conflict to override your sense of dignity… that’s never a good storyline. Your Priestess oracle here is really saying: you have what it takes to live an abundant, opulent, successful, emotionally fulfilling professional Life.

With this reminder, this season, go forward with more sass LOL Maybe it’s a learning process, but it’s worth exploring/experimenting with. Who are you amongst your group of friends? What is the colour of your voice? What style best suits your peaceful and diplomatic communication? Be polite, but don’t be a coward; be dignified, Libras!

🏺Aquarius – 9 of Pentacles

Aquarius is the oldest of all Air Signs, but also the oldest of all the Signs. -Yeah, I kinda don’t count Pisces cuz Pisces is like: are they even still here on Earth? LOL- But anyway, Aquarius is the mature Gemini: unique in thought, calmer in disposition, and generally more patient. But that’s really only what others see.

Underneath the cool exterior, young Aquarians tend to have raging emotions deep inside. But this isn’t Watery emotions, this is a monsoon type of emotional highs and lows. Some Aquarians are aware of this, thus they work really hard to learn to regulate their feelings, as well as erratic thoughts. And that’s commendable, and I’ll leave the reading at that.

But immature Aquarians? These are the peeps who get easily impatient with others. These are the Aquarians who are the rudest, most pretentious, manipulative dickheads and bitches. Well, you’re smart indeed, so if you think you can make the world spin the way you like, you’re welcome to do so. But are you sure others will like you for it?

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Building Yourself for 🐝Water Signs

🦀Cancer – Knight of Pentacles

Fancy. Your energy is heavily spiritual and there’s a strong emphasis on communication with the Higher Realms. Maybe this means your communication with Spirit Guides or Higher Self, but for the latter, it is enough to also communicate deeply with yourself—your Human Self.

Still, unlike the other Signs, I feel very strongly a higher entity wanting to communicate with you, so I guess this Gemini season would be best used for that purpose. This higher being could be anyone from ancestors, recently departed pets, or even nature elementals who work for the Light.

This higher being wants to gift you some kind of blessing, maybe spiritual assignment or information, all for this amazing energy to be made manifest in the Human realm. Wow, that’s super specific and I don’t know what you do, folks. Are you witches or Lightworkers or Starseeds?

🦂Scorpio – 4 of Wands

Scorpio energy is like the complete opposite of Gemini: dark and dreary, and heavy. But this season, things are festive for you. I think there’s a sense of gladness, feels like you’re back home, or you’ve found your tribe, or finances are back on track. With that said, don’t hesitate to socialise and make merry this season.

I see you’re being protected from misfortunes and loss. You must’ve done something quite remarkable! I see this energy is something you’ve brought upon yourself, like you’ve manifested it. It’s payback payday time! If there’s any caution at all, it is that you still plan for what’s ahead and not squander all of your energy in a single night. Hope that makes sense.

But all in all, it’s time for you to breathe some fresh air. Plan/prepare for tomorrow, but don't get excessive about it that you live today in fear/worry. Whatever challenges may come next, just for now, you’re allowed to breathe easy. Heck, you’ve manifested this yourself, so enjoy!

🎏Pisces – 10 of Wands Rx

This is literally saying: man, you shouldn’t work so hard. Or another note: honey, you shouldn’t live hard at all. Pisces energy is kinda like fleeting and floating off into the Cosmos. I know it brings a lot of struggles if you can’t be grounded in Reality. But on the other hand, you’re a ghost, a wizard, essentially God LMAO

You are wise and insightful. It’s just that you don’t show this side of you enough for fear of being judged by others. Cuz like, you wanna be seen as fun and lighthearted and jolly and all that stuff. But if that’s not you, that’s not you. And you won’t feel satisfied in your relationships if you don’t manifest your Old Gandalf self in the world.

You’re gentle and very kind, and if you’re surrounded by people who don’t see/acknowledge/appreciate this aspect of you, rather than ruminating what’s wrong with you or being sad about being misunderstood (or worse, pretending to be someone you’re not), you must use your Watery intellect to put a stop to that. You’re a fish, you’re not meant to thrive on barren lands. The ocean is your place and there’s plenty more fishes that would resonate with you.

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[trentskis]

seeing matty t in a non arsenal club kit makes me so sad but to cheer myself up im trying to think of it like hes going to a greener pasture where he will have more room to roam and stretch his legs instead of being shut in a shed with only a small window and karl hein to keep him company

yeah.. but i wish more goalies took the adrian route of just happy to be here.. for my own personal selfish needs...

#anon #ask

[pompadourpink]

hi mum, hope you’re doing well

I wrote to you in 2021 asking for advice on making friends and speaking to locals when i was starting school in a foreign country and i wanted to say thank you. I passed all of my exams last week, I even made a friend or two.

I also started working in a supermarket about four months ago. It is really hard to find a job that i could do after school here,i live in a small town, so i was very happy. I thought it was going well but i got a letter saying i’m getting fired. Nobody talked to me, there were no major complaints about my work (as far as i’m aware) so i honestly have no idea why, the store is always looking for new people.

So, i just lost my first ever job and i am stressed. I am obviously going to apply to other stores in the area but i’m still not sure how to approach this situation. Will my next employer want to know why i got fired? what do i say? Is there something i shoud have done? I guess I am just confused and worried about money now. I still live with my mother but she already has two jobs and it might not be enough for me and my brother. I know it’ll be fine, the thought of going through the whole job searching process, interviews and generally being new is just stressing me out.

Thank you for listening!

Hello dear,

You're welcome! I'm very happy to hear that.

While getting rejected in silence is indeed upsetting and money trouble will add to that, this is just a tiny bump in the road. Your next employer will probably not take the time to investigate you if it's a job in a supermarket, so they will likely not find out. Obviously, getting fired never looks good and you also don't want to be the candidate that talks crap about their former employer because it makes you look bad. HR interviews are there to make sure you are a good investment for the company and will pay attention to what you focus on when you answer a question: "They fired me actually, that bunch of assholes, can you imagine they didn't even tell me what I did???" makes you look like a ticking bomb, but "We weren't a good fit, so I took some time for myself to figure out what I wanted my next job to look like because I started applying again. I think I'm very good at (skill, explanation, real example) and I hope I can put it to good use here" is much more comfortable to hear. When you have a weakness, make it neutral or positive and move on to greener pastures immediately.

Those people could have pointed out the issues and helped you to fix them and they didn't. Don't let yourself be crushed by their decision when it reflects their lack of professionalism. You will be fine, we're all cheering for you!

Love,

Mum

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[lateniteponders]

A Series of Events

So I interviewed for a remote #CSR job on Saturday 6/3/2023. Pay is $16 an hour and the schedule is Mon-Fri 8am-5pm, with a rotating Saturday shift.

They gave me a call on the following Monday to tell I’ve been offered the position.

That Wednesday, 06/07/2023, I met with Kathy and asked about the raise request status. HR/Nancy gave a bullshit excuse as to why they couldn’t give me a raise. So….I proceeded signing the offer letter and onboarding documents with the new company. Gave my notice on Monday 06/12/2023 and today (06/15/2023) is my last day. I clock out in less than a minute.

I feel…sad. Honestly. I really enjoyed working with my team and supervisor and loved the relaxed call center environment compared to other places. But with all the hoops they were making me jump through to get the $$$ bonus, it felt stressful & frustrating. I know I’m a good worker and have been told such by both Kathy and Nancy…but I felt so unappreciated here. I was bending over backwards…only to make $12.52 and hour and MAYBE meet the goals for the bonus.

I have a life. I have goals. And while I wish I could stop working entirely, I need a stable paycheck that will help achieve those goals.

So…onto greener pastures I suppose.

Call Center #3 job starts, Monday 06/19/2023. I’m going to enjoy a nice long weekend with the hubs and dogs (probably the last I see in a while).

Cheers.

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Luke/Ashton Masterlist

Links Last Checked: January 24th, 2024

part two

Bound to Collide (ao3) - FayeHunter E, 12k

Summary:   It’s not even just the music, pulsing through the speakers, vibrating Ashton from the inside out. His heart feels like it’s thumping with the music, stuttering in his chest, kick drum beat in time with the Lady Gaga song echoing in the room. It’s loud with people too, echoes of shouting, people cheering at the dancers on stage, shouting to the bartenders, friends talking to each other. Ashton can hear someone laughing next to him, loud and all encompassing. It squeezes at Ashton’s lungs, breathing shallow, wondering if he should have even come out tonight.

Ashton decides visits his friend at a strip club. Along the way, he meets Luke, a dancer.

Building a Family (ao3) - FayeHunter E, 37k

Summary: The little plastic stick in Luke’s hands is mocking him. The little two lines on display, stark and unavoidable, are staring back at him, clear despite the fact that his hands are shaking. Luke's an unmated omega werewolf in a not quite wolf pack. One accident leads to him and Ashton becoming expectant parents. Nothing is ever as simple as Luke hopes it to be.

Luke's an unmated omega werewolf in a not quite wolf pack. One accident leads to him and Ashton becoming expectant parents. Nothing is ever as simple as Luke hopes it to be.

Doubtful Heart, Foolish Love (ao3) - valiantnerd (arareads) M, 18k

Summary: Cameron left their sheets smelling like foreign flowers every other day, not even extending Ashton the kindness of showering between beds and Ashton doesn’t know if it was the mistress who created the cracks in his relationship or if she just sneaked between them and then left neon signs pointing at them; but neither of the options make it better.

Ashton's absent lover ruins their relationship by seeking greener pastures, leaving him devastated. Luke, the barista who becomes his unlikely ally, helps him find greener pastures for himself.

Eighteen (ao3) - nicockla E, 56k

Summary: ❝The one where Luke just turned 18 and has a point to prove to his parents so he moves in with 21-year-old Ashton ❞

Fine Print - @daydadahlias​​​ (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) M, 61k

Summary: If Michael says Ashton Irwin will be a good bodyguard then sure, Luke will put his money on Ashton being a good bodyguard. Besides, all Luke needs is a shadow. So what if he doesn’t like him?

Who ever cared about liking their shadow anyway?

or the one where Luke is a heartbroken solo artist who can't sleep and Ashton is his less-than-enthusiastic bodyguard

If I Knew From The Start, Would It Change A Thing? (ao3) - hideforalifetime T, 18k

Summary: Senior year of high school is supposed to be full of fun and drama. Then there's Luke, who's stuck in online school thanks to the pandemic. Between his sinking grades and self esteem, not to mention his parents constantly on his tail for his college choices, he's a mess. On top of all this, and just about everything else that comes with being a teenager, the last thing he needs is for an instagram hottie to turn his life around completely. Like, we're talking full 180. But then, that's exactly what happens

Le Chatelier's Principle (ao3) - LyricalPary (hoseoky) E, 54k

Summary: Ever since being promoted to head waiter, Luke had had one problem that came in the form of a six foot, curly-headed, hazel eyed demon. And by demon, he meant his frustratingly stubborn, unfairly attractive co-worker, Ashton Irwin.

rebound feelin' like a rerun (ao3) - lifewasradical T, 33k

Summary: “Alright what the fuck?” Michael shouts, dropping himself down in the open corner of the couch. “What the fuck?” he says again, leaning forward on his knees, staring at Ashton across the room.

Ashton just shrugs. “He left me.”

The lack of emotion in his voice is concerning, completely free of the bubbling laughter and attitude filled charm that normally coats his words. It’s just empty, sort of bitter but mostly void of feeling, like he’s detached himself from the situation completely.

“But why?” Luke finds himself saying.

“He doesn’t love me anymore.”

searching for a sweet surrender (ao3) - fruits E, 28k

Summary: ashton doesn’t get involved in relationships during swim season because they’re distracting and luke hemmings might just change that.

Skiing for Beginners (ao3) - allsassnoclass G, 2k

Summary: Luke is a lifelong skier who really wants an excuse to spend time with the new ski instructor.

Somewhere in Neverland (ao3) - HeartnArrow N/R, 51k

Summary: high school lashton au where best friends, ashton and luke hook up at a party and everything changes.

stick to the status quo (ao3) - cliffakitten M, 29k

Summary: the one where Luke is on the football team but has a mahooosive crush on this kid in the theatre club with the big hazel eyes and emo fringe.

The Setup (ao3) - nicockla E, 40k

Summary: ❝The one where Calum has the best intentions setting Luke and Ashton up except someone should have told Ashton he was being set up and that he's gay❞

you tell me you're tipsy, i tell you you're pretty (ao3) - sourscarlets E, 13k

Summary: He heads off towards the bathroom, trying to avoid the inevitable conversation, when he notices something glinting off of Ashton’s left hand. He steps forward, picking up Ashton’s left hand and staring at the ring on the boy’s finger and felt himself stiffen. “Ash, why is there a wedding ring on your hand?”

Ashton’s eyes bulged out of his head and the moment he caught sight of the ring and he tore his hand out of Luke’s, staring at his hand as if it was on fire. “What the fuck,” he whispers to himself before looking over at Luke, murder in his eyes. “What the fuck did you do!?” he demands, as if Luke had something to do with the entire thing. As far as he knows though, he had nothing to do with this entire situation.

Or maybe he did, but he was hoping he didn’t.

or, Luke and Ashton wake up married during a weekend in Vegas

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[instruth]

TO GREENER PASTURE

To greener pasture thy children flee

From the womb of Mother Earth set free

Relentless weather turns green to yellow

No standing ovation, from grass to fellow

Freedom stings not numbing thy pain

New owners destroying thy smiling plain

Thy glassy brooks no longer reflect

Mossy paths mirroring a land neglect

Collapsed leaves, nests for charging ants

From afar comes the cry of thy vagrants

Wealth accumulates while thy land decays

Dry wind carries its stink day after day

Peasantry once gay now in great despair

Humiliated, now to breathe its own foul air.

Times altering thy compassionate train

Rolling swiftly only to dispossess thy grain

Thy packed lawn of fond cheering crowd

Now empty without the sportsmen's shout

Devoid of the peaceful scene of delights

No polo ponies in their thunderous flights

Peering the sea from its weary shore

In high hopes as provisions come no more.

Bitter sweet is the sense of dreaded hour

To confront the tyrant, rigor in his power.

Covering the solitary rounds in wandering

Hopping on thy rugged path, staggering

Memories roam thy ruins of what remains

Wounding my heart, with changes in vain

All my loiterings on thy plains, Mother Care

I now see the gifts of griefs I have to bear

Give me a final hope, Almighty I can trust

No more memory, only doing thy will I must

That I may come home to finish my story

Around a fireplace to tell all of your history

What I have seen, learned or knew

And to be buried, reborn in you

©Johnny J P Lee

06 April 2024

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