#everyone applaud for matt

[purplethespian]

Waiting for Permission to Be Sick - Input Requested!

So, I got officially diagnosed with two chronic conditions last week. And the doctor explained to me the details of how these conditions affect my body, and what kinds of symptoms to look out for, and what I can expect life to look like going forward. And I got prescribed meds, and given detailed instructions for when to take them and any side effects I might experience and what to do to help myself feel better if I'm not feeling well, and all of that.

And I just. Haven't done it. I've started taking some of the meds, but not all of them, and like. There's no real reason for me not to? I'm just. Not doing it. Like I've looked up some products on Etsy to have like. Emergency medical info with me so that if I randomly black out or faint again in public, someone could see me and have info know what to do. And I've been looking at pins that say "I have an invisible disability" and aaaaaaaall sorts of stuff. Basically just window shopping for my chronic illness starter kit. But it's been over a week now and I haven't bought anything, and I seem to have convinced myself that I can't start taking my meds until I have all of my Items sorted out and prepared. And like -- there are some actual reasons for this, such as my schedule has been all over the place and my meds need to be taken at multiple times a day at certain intervals, and some with food and some without food, so I need to be able to have that stuff ready to go even when I'm out and about.

But I'm not. Actually doing the work to get everything sorted out and ready? I'm just window shopping. And today, I have been very tired all day because of the rain and because I did too much yesterday, and my head has been hurting because I'm still not over my concussion and I also probably did too much today, even though honestly all I did was go to one class and observe the whole time, and read a couple of emails. And I thought to myself, "well I guess I should take tylenol for my head, and I guess I can give myself permission to do that since my boyfriend is busy and can't tell me to take care of myself --- oh."

I have been waiting for someone to give me permission to identify as chronically ill! Even today I was like "I feel like I've managed to convince myself that I feel worse than I actually do, and I'm actually fine." Even though there would be no real reason for me to be doing that. And like. My head actually hurts! I really did and still do feel tired! And I've seen my test results, and I know that I have a chronic condition. It's been medically confirmed by a bunch of different tests, and multiple medical professionals have been like "yep you've got something wrong with you" (though using more professional and kind words, of course). All of this to say -- I have been waiting for someone to tell me that I am ill and it is chronic and that it is okay to spend money on taking care of myself and things that will make me feel better, even if it is only temporary like the excitement of buying a new pouch that says "This Bag Is Full of Drugs" specifically to keep my medical supplies in, or something to help keep me safe going forward like a medical alert key chain. The only question now is -- what do I do about this? How do I give myself permission to need help or extra accommodations or even just some medication when I never want to admit that I need or want help? I'm so used to being self-sufficient and doing everything by myself that I don't know how to be okay with more problems.

Has anyone else experienced something like this? What do you do? How do you learn to be okay with the fact that your body is not going to go back to the way it was before? I am only 22 and it's hard to accept that my life is not going to look the way I pictured it when I was 18.

#this post got a lot longer than i meant it to but it sort of turned into journaling halfway through #hopefully people still read it? #hopefully it was not too long to be worth reading? #it's just hard because like. i Already have dealt with a lot of problems in my life #and the whole reason i've been trying so hard to avoid getting covid and getting sick in general #among other reasons #is that i already have Ailments and i don't want more meds to worry about and things that have to be on my radar #and now with this diagnosis it's like yeah i have confirmation so at least the waiting to know is off my radar #but now i have more meds to worry about and more Scheduling that has to be done #plus i've already been pill shamed in the past by my older sister just for taking adhd meds #i don't want to get more shit from her for this #idk dude #just a lot on my plate and now there's more and it makes everything more complicated and harder #at least my boyfriend has been amazing though #he has been so supportive through everything and like he still wants to marry me and everything and it just feels really good #to have his support like that #i know people make jokes about someone talking about their partner and it's just their boyfriend matt #but my boyfriend matt really is my partner in everything and i love him #go matt #everyone applaud for matt #if you read this far into the tags i think you should get a cookie #and i hope you had/have a good day today #also though matt was like 'maybe you should get a cane for times when you have to stand up for a long time' and #idk if i'm ready for that #or if it's even necessary #idk #lots of things #too many things even #i'm tired of there being things #ALSO if anyone read this far and has any product recommendations that made their life easier please lmk

[blorbologist]

Hmmmm

Hey - is anyone here really good with D&D 5E mechanics and balance? And doesn’t mind One for sorrow / Two for joy spoilers? 

I need to figure out a Thing for the endgame, but given I know what I’m trying to accomplish it feels a bit like cheating to design it myself and thus neatly know how to work around it. 

So! Just... send a DM? If you wanna help out? :,D

#It's related to the boons granted by the gods at the end of Campaign 1 (Pelor + Ioun + Sarenrae) - #but more broadly to Matt's endgame buffs and how he balanced power among the party that way (Sword of Kas for Grog + Revenant buffs for Vax #+ Keyleth's mantle sorta. Percy gets nothing bc Percy is an OP lil shit <33) #critical role #campaign 1 #campaign 1 spoilers #cr 1 #cr1 spoilers #dnd #Matt did a masterful job of making everyone feel involved and powerful for the endgame and I cant applaud him enough!! #buuut my AU ended up throwing a lot of that out of whack JKNGTKNTRKN

[dailyadventureprompts]

I think this is the most I've ever agreed with Colville on anything, which is saying something because the man is a genius.

TLDR: Running smaller adventures (like, the span of a level or two) is healthier for your games in the long run because it gives players a sense of accomplishment. The endless mega adventures are pushed by publishers because they make more money, but promote bad design/play habits that not only put undue expectations on everyone involved but also rob the story of vital momentum.

What I was struck by in the video was how much the non-d&d media I've grown up with (open world games, streaming series, epic fantasy books) have coloured my expectations for how long the default d&d game SHOULD be. Sure, I can keep a whole campaign's worth of information in my head down to the accents of the shopkeepers in all the settlements we've visited and the machinations of courtly power players we'll never get to meet, but I can do that because I'm a freak with a head for details and my players mostly aren't.

By stretching out my stories too far I was diluting their effectiveness, as vital information and emotional beats were lost over weeks and months. I was inadvertently inflicting marvel-fatigue on my own party, putting too much work into setups that I might never get a chance to land because building up to big shocking twists and AHA red string moments was what I was conditioned to expect.

I know I was doing this because it's the exact same thing that I see happening with a lot of media I've tried to get into in the recent past and ending up bouncing off of. Just like with marvel (especially the later phases) there's a constant feeling of "what you're looking at doesn't really matter, this is just to set up to something that's going to pay off later", which is so pervasive that it prevents me from getting genuinely invested in anything. I hate that shit, and I would definitely hate inflicting it on my players.

I also applaud Matt here for repeatedly bringing up the idea of "the health of the game", as it's an umbrella term that can not only be used to describe a lot of good practices, but a mindset that we should take around our own tables for ensuring everyone (us DMs included) are having a good time now and into the future.

#Youtube #matt colville #dm tip #dm advice #writing advice

[yanderes-galore]

Can we have Yan!Uppermoon!Uzui and his Yan!Demons!Wives capturing a Slayer and deciding to keep her?

Sure! Demon Hashira AU ^^ Not really the best with writing him and the wives so I'm going to warn this'll be short. I'm also having trouble being into Demon Slayer lately... I tried, I hope it was good even if it struggled with it lol.

Harem

Yandere! Demon! Uzui Tengen Short

Pairing: Romantic - Implied Poly

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Violence, Blood, Near death experience, Manipulation, Forced relationship implied, Swearing.

Everyone has heard of demons being powerful on their own. One basic demon could devastate an entire village. However, they are not the worst.

There's demons who are chosen as they are the most powerful. Sometimes they cultivate their power from experience, other times... people join them willingly.

Uzui is a strong demon who utilizes sound in his attacks. Alongside him are three female demons whom he calls his lovers. He's a demon dedicated to only them and his leader.

He also has a God complex, wishing for those lower than him to worship him.

When Uzui found you, a Demon Slayer meant to slay him, he laughed. He will admit upon meeting you for the first time he thought your determination was admirable, but laughable. You really thought you could beat him?

Uzui applauded you for putting up a fight. Unfortunately, you were fighting a losing battle. The slayers alongside you were no match. You see, even if you had a group, Uzui's much stronger.

Especially with his wives sneaking up from behind.

Uzui's shockwaves were enough to land your team on their ass before they were torn to bits. Soon you are at his mercy... Uzui's status as an uppermoon really showing in his strength.

"This mission they sent you on was suicide..." He comments, red eyes flicking towards your injured form. "You know that now, don't you?"

You say nothing, blood dribbling from your lips. Your eyes weakly look behind Uzui to see his wives. They stare at you hungrily, you're nothing but injured prey.

"It's a pity... wasting such good potential. It's like throwing a pebble at an attacking beast. You had no chance at harming me."

He steps closer, kneeling down to wrench your chin up. He thinks thoughtfully over your broken body before grinning. You could see his sharp teeth so close to your face.

"Don't you want a second chance?"

You have a questioning gaze. You're dying and a demon suggests a second chance. Of course he's attempting to use you even now....

"Poor thing can't even speak. That can easily be fixed. I think you have the potential to be my fourth."

Fourth...?

"You'd fit alongside my wives, dear. I'd treat you well and you can take your revenge. The slayers clearly see you as fodder, why not show them your true strength?"

The demon wanted you to commit treason. You either become a demon or die... a decison that held heavy consequences. You could die with honor... or-

"Look at you, thinking hard as your brain fails. What have you got to lose? You could die a human... or live as a demon. Be honest, which one sounds better?"

He picks you up as if you're a ragdoll, smiling. Charisma oozes with each word he says. You're in no place to fight him-

"I bet you were alone with the slayers, huh? No need to look so sad... you've proven to me you have the ability to fight. You'll never be alone if you join me. You can have... a family."

You feel him dig claws into your neck, causing you to sputter. Uzui looks disappointed in your silence or lack of response. He scoffs, slinging your bleeding body over his shoulder. Probably shouldn't have gouged your stomach....

"Your determination to cling to human life is sad. No matter, I wasn't going to give you a choice in the end anyways."

He turns and walks off with his wives in tow.

"If I say I think your worthy of being mine, there's no fighting it. Even if it means dragging your bleeding body where I want it to make you a demon. So sit tight, you're going to be mine, doesn't matter if you like it or not. I'm a GOD! You are foolish to even think of not joining me."

Far as the corps know, you're considered dead like the rest of your team.

What they don't know is you became victim of the infamous demon Uzui...

Forced to give up your humanity even if you were against it, all because he happened to like your fierce spirit.

#yandere demon slayer #yandere uzui tengen #yandere demon #yandere demon hashira au

[thespineoftherighteous]

more more bloopers (p. 3)

it's a huge group scene of both the Foxes and the Ravens and Nicky's actor says something to crack everyone up and Riko's actor puts the back of his hand up to his mouth to cover his chuckle and it's the most out of character thing ever

Matt's actor is supposed to glance up at someone coming into the room but makes direct eye contact with the camera

Dan's actress trips on this one line so many times to the point where she throws up her hands and goes "just recast me"

remember that Andrew's actor has to smile manically for a huge chunk of the show. so there are sooo many times when- especially in like very tense/aggressive situations- he turns to someone with this massive dead grin on his face while dropping the most intimidating lines. if you think there aren't SO many bloopers of the others breaking because of that...

Neil's actor is doing a scene in a classroom where he's supposed to be zoned out staring out the window and you can see the shift in his face when he goes from acting zoned out to actually intently staring out the window. and he squints outside for a good second and then whispers: there's a pigeon fighting a dog out there.

Andrew and Kevin are supposed to be in a heated conversation in which Andrew uses Kevin's full name. but Andrew's actor accidentally says "Kevin DAD" instead and cracks everyone up

then from somewhere in the background one of the others goes "more like Kevin DADDY" and everyone groans and Kevin's actor goes "hush up now"

Andrew's actor has his exy racquet slung over his shoulder (as per Andrew) and in the scene he turns away from someone after a conversation but in one take he accidentally smacks his brother in the face with the racquet

one of the monsters commenting on how squished the four of them are on the couch and the other three collectively push against him together to make him as uncomfortable as possible

Seth's actor has to swear a lot and after one particularly profanity-laden line, Nicky's actor raises his eyebrows and looks down, shaking his head, and goes "naughty naughty boy"

it's a group scene and it's all serious and shit but then Reene's and Dan's actors happen to look up at the exact same time and make eye contact but because it's so unexpected and their faces are all furrowed they immediately break (and then pointedly avoid eye contact for the rest of the takes)

the camera's rolling but they're just fooling around and Matt's actor (who can beatbox) and Neil's actor (who can't rap but does so anyway) put on a little performance and wrap it up with a "much love *finger hearts* album dropping next month checkity check it" (Renee's actress applauds)

and from then on it's a (very serious) running gag for the rest of the show that the two of them are a hip-hop duo. the entire cast plugs them in interviews and on their social medias and on set etc etc

just. Andrew's actor pretending to stab everyone all the time (he admits at one point that he very frequently is threatened with having his prop knives confiscated)

it's a scene where Neil's actor jogs over to join Andrew but on his way he trips. badly. properly eats shit. but it's fine, he just pops back up very professional and makes it to his mark. neither actor cracks up but then they're also? not saying their lines? their faces are straight but you can tell that they're putting their entire energy into not laughing and it's pure silence for like ten seconds and then both them and everyone behind the camera start dying. Andrew's actor is in tears

Katelyn's and Aaron's actors are making out and her hair gets in his face so when he tries to say something he starts plucking at his mouth and he's like "hair" and she's like "oh shit sorry sorry" and then they're both trying to help him and he's like "don't worry about it. tastes like strawberries"

Allison's actress pretending to give the camera a tour of the girls' apartment but it's in character so she's just lightly roasting Dan and Renee

also. it's not a blooper but a few of the actors giving a tour of the photos wall (most of which is real pictures of the cast) and they end up getting lost in the memories and forget to actually address the camera. it turns into them just pulling each other and other members of the cast around going "look look do you remember this day" and wow that's cute as shit

coach's actor is in a scene with the monsters but he forgets which twin he's supposed to address so after he says most of his line he stops abruptly because he doesn't know which name to finish his sentence with and there's a pause until Aaron's actor goes "...Aaron..." and Coach's actor goes "YEAH. Aaron"

Dan's and Neil's actors just finished having a heart to heart and the scene is supposed to end with her giving him a small reassuring smile while he looks conflicted but appreciative. except there's no "cut" so they're looking at each other for a good minute until they both slowly look over to the camera in sync with their eyebrows raised and start giggling

the twins' actors are Canadian and regularly make fun of each other when they accidentally put an "eh?" at the end of their lines

Matt's actor is always moving or dancing and there's. plenty of footage of him going from serious to goofily breaking out into a dance the second someone calls cut

(the edits.)

it's a running gag that Dan's and Nicky's actors are cursed so that when they have scenes together props break. pictures fall off the walls, racquets fall apart, buttons pop off costumes etc etc

it's a scene where the monsters are having a conversation outside, right next to the car because they're about to leave somewhere. and after they've shot the conversation Aaron's actor jokingly goes "SHOTGUN" and proceeds to scuffle with Neil's actor in the parking lot over the seat

a scene of Neil's actor doing homework in the dorm but the notebook he's "using" has been around for months and has acquired scribbles and doodles and shit from the whole cast. after they call cut he holds up the notebook to the camera to show all the nonsense and, in his normal accent, says "can you believe this kid. what a slacker" which becomes a meme

Allison's actress powerwalks into a scene but once she gets to her mark she completely forgets to say her line and then goes "oh- shit. i was so focused on not tripping in these fucking heels. forgot to talk" as she goes back to redo the take

Renee's actress is Australian and there's this one blooper where she's sparring with Andrew's actor and he accidentally trips over her foot. she plays it off like it was intentional and goes "yeah bitch. Aussie power"

Andrew's actor leaning on his racquet and then his brother kicks it out so that he falls completely

they're shooting outside and a truck passing by in the background honks its horn, ruining the take, and Dan's actress turns in it's direction and goes "do you WANT TO FIGHT? HOLD ME BACK, [Matt's actor], HOLD ME"

God bless

#sigh. i have more #this is hardly edited. 'pologies #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc #so so far ive got. kevin actor is irish. renees actress is Australian. the twins are canadian. neils actor is british #hate that i accidentally made kevin and neils actors have kevin and neils ethnicities i dont like that #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #aaron minyard #matt boyd #nicky hemmick #dan wilds #allison reynolds #renee walker #david wymack #aftgtv

[hiseyebrowsaregone]

do you have a list of sterek fic you recommend most?

First I have no idea how long this has been here and I'm sorry that it has took me however long to answer, I never saw the ask before now!

Anyway your (long?) Awaited list!

Will to follow through by owlpostagain

| 2/2 | 42,411 | Teen and Up | Sterek |

“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”

“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”

“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”

“There are worse ways to die.”

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows by owlpostagain

| 1/1 | 22,322 | Teen and Up | Sterek |

“Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?”

The gift of death by Lalaith_Quetzalli

| 1/1 | 10,913 | Teen and Up | Sterek |

Stiles realizes he cannot trust Scott, he’s never trusted the Argents, and Derek tries but he cannot do it all alone. Which means that if he wants to stop the kanima before more people die, he’s going to have to step forward himself. It’s time everyone learns who Mieczyslaw ‘Stiles’ Stilinski truly is…

On jest słońcem (He Is The Sun) by haaaveyoumetted

| 3/3 | 6,166 | No rating | Sterek |

"AU where Stiles speaks in Polish to his dad

And maybe he talks to himself in Polish too

And maybe he talks about Derek a lot. Derek’s eyes. Derek’s shoulders. Derek’s adorable teeth. Derek’s arms. Derek Derek Derek

And maybe he has a nickname he calls Derek when he talks about him, because he could pick his own name out of a sentence and that would be embarrassing, right?

And maybe Derek understands every damn word, because you speak many languages Derek Hale

And maybe it kills Derek a little bit that Stiles hasn’t told him about this guy he talks about like he hung the moon. Maybe it kills Derek a little that it’s not him."

There Are No Wolves in California (Werewolves on the Other Hand...) By isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) & KioFox

| 4/4 | 49,010 | mature | Sterek |

“I’m not calming down until you call animal control! I fucking saw it! There were fucking wolves!”

“There are no wolves in California, Mr. Daehler,” the principal said, sounding exasperated, like this was the third time she’d said it to him.

“Well clearly there are!” he shouted back, showing such a lack of respect for the woman, Stiles had to applaud her for her fortitude not to smack him in the face.

“Perhaps you were mistaken,” she said calmly.

“No I wasn’t fucking mistaken,” Matt insisted, sounding incensed. “No way these were dogs, they were massive!”

For a second, Stiles felt like the world had slowed considerably as those words wormed their way into his brain. Because—he knew a dog that was massive. Honestly, he’d also brushed away the idea of the dog being a wolf because there were no wolves in California.

But... what if there were?

Holy shit, had Stiles literally spent his lunch break with a fucking wolf cuddled into his side while he pet it?! Good God, he was lucky to still have all his limbs!

Go Away, Scott by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere

| 45/45 | 66,227 | No rating | Sterek |

After the incident at the warehouse, Stiles is fed up with Scott. He finds himself drawn into Derek’s pack and in the process, drawn to Derek himself.

With the Alpha Pack closing in, Derek needs to learn how to trust his pack and those around him. And who better to help him than Stiles?

I wanna hear (how your heart speaks) by LadySlytherin

| 25/25 | 97,791 | Explicit | Sterek |

When an attack on Derek leaves Stiles as collateral damage and causes him to lose his hearing, the Pack is at a loss. With the Alpha Pack to contend with and his wayward betas barely come to heel, Derek’s already got his hands full. He doesn't have time for an injured human teenager or his sheriff father. But Stiles is pack - something Derek has known for a while - with the potential to be even more. And Derek soon finds that Stiles is more of an asset than anyone realized, even with his new limitations.

As for Stiles, he's about to find out that sometimes when you lose one thing, you gain so much more.

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek #anon answered #anon submission #anonymous #anon ask #anon #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic list #fanfiction recs #sterek recs #sterek fics #sterek fanfic #sterek fanfiction

[oubliette-odette]

The Reluctance of Love Pt. 15

Orc Male x Half-Elf Male, Fated Mates, Forbidden Love, Slow Burn Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14 Word Count: 2257 (average 17 min read) Content Warnings: mention of mating, homophobia, fantasy racisms. Steamy scenes will come to those who are patient. :) All orcish is from orcishdictionary.com, created by Matt Vancil.

I had found being safely tucked into a corner behind a pillar was the most comfortable place for me in the room. The shadows kept me from drawing attention and Doxxah stood only a few feet away making nice conversation with the people around them. They would occasionally glance my way, but never brought anyone’s attention to me. How Doxxah had ever managed to make friends with these people, I don’t believe I would ever know. I felt completely ostracized and alone in this place and I didn’t feel safe to speak with anyone.

My eyes were unfocused as I looked around the room and took in the crowd - the swarms - of people dancing and mingling. Some were holding votives of wine, others were admiring the space. I looked around too, but my head was too full to retain anything that I saw. I had been standing here for a long time, watching and weaving my eyes through the crowds to spot Altan, and everything felt different, slower, where I stood. 

I was brought out of my daze when there was a loud banging and everyone stilled  and looked up at the stairs at the top of the Grand Hall. 

“Presenting, Duke Taliesin Valdemir Hilmar and his son Altan Hithranri Hilmar.”

I jerked my attention to the center of the stairs and found him, standing stiffly and so uncomfortably next to his father, but I did not see an Altan I recognized. His face was dim, his eyes were downcast and he seemed like he was folding in on himself. He was dressed in black, a colour he should never be allowed to wear. I found that all breath had escaped me and I fell against the pillar as I gazed upon Altan. 

Where was his radiance? His glow? I found my hand pressed against my chest, holding the pounding of my heart in place inside me. I didn’t know what had come over me, but it was a painful sensation. 

“Good evening, my most honoured and welcomed guests.” The Duke announced. His voice had been magicked to amputate it and extend it across the entirety of the large space. No one would miss his commentary. “We once again come together with friends across many lands to celebrate the coming of the Autumn Season where our crops will again be gathered, prepared and stored for the coming winter. We in Berdusk feel fortunate to be hosting for so many of our neighbors to provide this celebration of life and renewal.”

“But there is something about this particular year’s celebration that makes it especially unique.” He turned and brought his aarm was around Altan and he pulled him up to his side. “It was 200 years ago that my ancestor Dafydd Hilmar defended this land - our beautiful land - from the dangers of the evil folk who lurked South of us. Since Dafydd’s time, the Hilmar name has continued to promise prosperity and protection for the people of Berdusk and I am pleased to present my son as my heir to continue that legacy. The Hilmar family will continue to protect and guide these people through years to come. When there are those who would bring danger and change to our land, I can promise you that the Hilmar name will be the first to defend our tradition, our way of life.”

I noticed the way Altan’s gaze lowered as his father continued. His hands were worrying and fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve. Even as people clapped and applauded his honour and position, I could see the way he shrunk at all of the attention.

“And not only will the Hilmar legacy continue through my heir, but there is a promise of prosperity in continuing the name onward. My son has agreed to be wed.”

Cheers erupted, but I heard none of it. I saw the Duke’s mouth moving - continuing his proclamation. I heard nothing he said, only the sharp ringing in my ears.

 I saw Altan, the way he stiffly stood as the Duke ushered a small, girlish looking woman to stand next to them. She smiled shyly at Altan and then to the crowd I ached as he smiled in return. The girl immediately clung to Altan’s side as they waved and bowed to the crowd. She looked like she couldn’t be older than seventeen or eighteen years old and she was petite, and blonde and pale. Everything about her looked smooth and glassy, like porcelain. She watched Altan with a nervous smile. The Duke stood behind the couple, his face pleased.

I could only lean against the pillar with my fingers clinging to the vial.

Celebration and congratulations were exclaimed, but my lips were tight. I caught Doxxah’s eyes on me, they didn’t say anything, but I saw the empathetic gaze in them and I looked away, blinking back the rage that was settling in me.

My hand was on the vial, my fingers playing with the stopper. 

Altan…I watched him as he descended the stairs to join the crowd and the way his smile didn’t quite meet his eyes. Was he mine to claim? With that vial, I could have him if I chose, force our bodies together and take him away from all of this. Lordhovid could fix all of this. 

But perhaps…this was for the best. This union between two people. She could give him comforts I never could. She looked good next to him, just the right size and disposition. Perhaps I was foolish for believing someone like me ever really had a chance to be loved.

Perhaps this was truly what made me broken all along, that I was only meant to love what I couldn’t have.

Yet, I would look at Altan and I would see the light gone from his eyes. He didn’t choose this, did he? He didn’t agree to this, did he?

I couldn’t bear to watch anymore as they wandered through the crowd. I kept my eyes down. 

“Not exactly the news we were hoping for, eh?” Doxxah sidled next to me and handed me a glass of wine. “Drink, it will help.”

“Not interested.” I responded. 

They pushed the glass into my hand. “I know what’s best right now for a broken heart, you thickhead, and right now you need a good smack of alcohol to help you forget the pain for a bit.”

I looked down at the red liquid, no different in shade than the liquid inside my vial. Either one could help with the pain…but I couldn’t bring myself to do either. 

I handed the glass back and shook my head. “I’m not interested in removing the pain.”

Doxxah rolled their eyes. “You romantic folk are always so melodramatic. More for me, I suppose.” They took the glass and downed it in one. 

I looked back up at where I last saw Altan and watched. I was doomed to never look away.

“Don’t trust for a minute that he chose this, Drunrag.” Doxxah said. “He’s not one to move on so quickly. This has the Duke’s scent all over it.”

I glanced again over to the crowd of nobles and noticed that indeed The Duke seemed to be the most exultant of the gathering and the one who continued to push Altan towards the girl. I was too far to tell, but I could have sworn I saw Altan’s eyes shifting and looking out, as if he were scanning the crowd, looking for someone. 

Possibly me? I could only hope. 

“Excuse me?” A voice broke through. 

Doxxah and I both turned to see a young boy - an adolescent, no more than fifteen - standing before us. I jerked back when I recognized that it was Altan’s younger brother.

“Selhar!” Doxxah exclaimed. “A pleasant surprise.” They lowered themselves to meet the boy’s height and said softly, “What can I do for you?”

Selhar darted their attention between Doxxah and myself and finally shuffled towards me. “Actually…I was hoping I could speak with you.” He looked up at me, eyes nervous and expectant.

I felt my own eyes widen in surprise and I quickly darted to Doxxah for guidance. But they were no help as they only shrugged and stepped back, letting the boy approach me.

I bent my knees and leaned down to the boys level. “How may I serve you?” I asked, formally.

His eyes were on me, taking in every detail of my face. It usually was uncomfortable for me to be so closely observed, but Selhar’s eyes were not so far from mine and I could read his reactions so carefully. His lips parted, a look of awe as he took in my rough skin, marred with scars from my childhood days, my tusks that protruded from my lower lip. I waited for the awe to transform into fear, but he took a step forward with a look of determination on his face. His hands were clutching each other tightly. ‘Are you the one my brother loves?”

I felt a shudder, a cool shudder run down my spine. It felt like a small little vibration that if it spoke would whisper yes, yes, yes, that is me at those words. I was stunned that he knew me.

I hesitated but finally gave the boy a slight nod. 

Selhar’s eyes widened and he broke into a nervous smile. His smile reminded me of Altan’s making me ache inside. “I knew it. I saw you from over there and I just knew it was you. You know, you’re all he talks about when he’s alone.”

Another trill of pleasure and affirmation coursed down my spine, “Really?” I asked.

He nodded and swiveled to look over to where his brother was, “He’s…I don’t…” He paused, collecting his words. “Don’t let him marry her. Please.”

I looked at this boy - so close to becoming a man - who looked so much like his brother in many ways but also possessed an array of qualities that made him totally different - and I beheld how courageous he was for coming here to speak with me.

I nodded, “I will do my best.”

He shook his head. “No, please. If you don’t take him away, my father will control him for the rest of his life. I don’t want that. My father doesn’t understand my brother, he won’t ever.” 

He appeared to be pleading at me and I wasn’t sure what to say, what to even do. If he only knew how badly I wanted to stop any wedding from happening for Altan. How close I was coming to downing the vial around my neck and letting my lordhovid control me and overtake us both and breaking everything in my path to get to him.

“I don’t know what to do.” I finally said.

His eyes fell and he nodded, “I understand what you mean.” We both gazed in Altan’s direction. “Can you at least promise me that you’re not going to hurt him or forget him? No matter what happens?”

I hadn’t pondered anything quite to this extreme when it came to Altan. I knew there was something pulling me to him. Something I desired in him. Even with lordhovid gone between us, I still felt a deeper, more deep pull that melded my soul to his. Something about it all scared me profoundly. But I also understood that part of that entailed my desire to never hurt him, to never lie to him. I could never forget him, not in all of the days I had left in this mortal life. I was doomed to remember him - only him. 

I nodded my head, “I promise, young lord.” 

I felt relief as he broke into a smile. “That will make him happy, thank you.”

Doxxah cleared their throat then, “Selhar, you best get back to your father. He appears to be looking for you.” 

Selhar’s back straightened and he gave me one last pressing stare before turning back and weaving through the crowd. I watched him sidle up to his father’s side and with nothing more than a few words was left alone by his father and everyone else. 

I somehow knew what it was like to be Selhar. I was neither the oldest or youngest, and I often found myself drifting between being too much in the way or completely invisible. But I saw the way Selhar’s eyes watched and took in everything around him. He was more aware of the reality of the situation than probably anyone realized. 

Altan reached for his brother and the two conversed for a moment and my heart stopped when I saw Selhar lift his hand to point towards me.

Altan’s eyes lifted and met mine. I felt the weight, the distance between us and knew he felt it too. In so little time we had found each other’s presence to be more desirable than any other person’s, but there was so much between us keeping us apart. I wished that things could have been simpler for us. Maybe if I had trusted our lordhovid I would have been better at keeping him near me. I wondered how our lives would be different if I had acted sooner.

I kept hoping to see his eyes brighten, but they only returned to me with a dim grief. 

“What do I do?” I breathed out and I looked to Doxxah. 

“You fight for him,” Doxxah answered, their eyes holding me in their gaze. “You fight for him no matter the odds.”

#monster boyfriend #orc boyfriend #orc x half elf #dnd inspired #set in faerun #monster lover #monster romance #orc #orc romance #monster fucker #slow burn #romance #my fic #writing #gay romance #my fic writing #fantasy story #creative writing #bg3 #writeblr #mm romance #original story #fated lovers #queer romance

[kitchenisking]

May Fic Rec❤️

stuck in reverse by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 65656, sterek)

Look, Derek is the worst. Everyone knows that. Their fearless leader is a total and complete failwolf.

Which means the rest of them? Are kind of the worst too. They’re a ramshackle, slap dashed, sorry excuse for a pack that’s about a half second away from getting one of them killed. And this is a problem, because Stiles would really like to survive high school. Thanks.

Still, nobody deserves what Derek has gone through. Nobody.

And it’s about time somebody told him that.

There Are No Wolves in California (Werewolves on the Other Hand...) byisthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella), KioFox - (Rating: Mature, Words: 49010, sterek)

“I’m not calming down until you call animal control! I fucking saw it! There were fucking wolves!” 

“There are no wolves in California, Mr. Daehler,” the principal said, sounding exasperated, like this was the third time she’d said it to him. 

“Well clearly there are!” he shouted back, showing such a lack of respect for the woman, Stiles had to applaud her for her fortitude not to smack him in the face. 

“Perhaps you were mistaken,” she said calmly. 

“No I wasn’t fucking mistaken,” Matt insisted, sounding incensed. “No way these were dogs, they were massive!” 

For a second, Stiles felt like the world had slowed considerably as those words wormed their way into his brain. Because—he knew a dog that was massive. Honestly, he’d also brushed away the idea of the dog being a wolf because there were no wolves in California. 

But... what if there were?

Holy shit, had Stiles literally spent his lunch break with a fucking wolf cuddled into his side while he pet it?! Good God, he was lucky to still have all his limbs!

Go Away, Scott by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 66227, sterek)

After the incident at the warehouse, Stiles is fed up with Scott. He finds himself drawn into Derek’s pack and in the process, drawn to Derek himself.

With the Alpha Pack closing in, Derek needs to learn how to trust his pack and those around him. And who better to help him than Stiles?

Camaro '68 by ZainClaw - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 17709, sterek)

Derek huffs, arching one eyebrow. "I'm not a fugitive."  "You look like a fugitive," Stiles insists, practically beaming. "Maybe you should start wearing cardigans."

In which Stiles is a hitchhiker and Derek a runaway whose paths cross at a gas station in the California desert.

Wash the Rain by BarlowGirl - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5659, sterek)

“Oh,” Stiles says, sharp and thin, more of a whimper than a word, his muscles going stiff and tight.

Derek starts to check on him, and his gaze gets caught halfway, where a dark, wet spot is spreading across the front of Stiles’ underwear. So fucking easy, his brain says, and he has to breathe for a moment, in and out.

“Oh my God.” Stiles’ voice is low, muffled. When Derek finally drags his eyes away from that wet spot, he has his arm across his eyes, hiding his face. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t,” Derek says, hiding a grin. “Don’t, it’s okay. You’ll last longer next time.”

Stiles moans.

OR: PORN

Where the Wild Things Went by banafofool - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6974, sterek)

In the mass of cosmic chances, the universe had at least two things planned out. One, Claudia Stilinski and Talia Hale would be best friends. Two, their friendship would bring Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski together. 

Or at least this is what Stiles believes.

Words Whispered By Firelight by tigerlady (shetiger) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6698, sterek)

"We had our own stories, though. Werewolf stories." 

Stiles takes an aimless couple steps forward, the curiosity in him a thing of kinetic energy. "Like what?"

Stiles wants to try something; Derek isn't so sure it's a good idea.

Daddy's Good Boy by DenaCeleste - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3242, sterek)

Still haunted by the trauma of the Nogitsune’s possession, Stiles let’s slip some deep-seated needs that he’s never talked about before. Though he tries to hide, Derek won’t let him. Instead, he has to convince Stiles that he really can have what his heart desires.

I'll Always Take Care of You by adult_disneyprincess (orphan_account) - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2360, sterek)

Love You Most by LadySlytherin - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2974, sterek)

There are things Derek never expected to have. Things he’d resigned himself to the loss of. A proper pack, a mate, and children topped that list. He couldn't be happier that he’d been wrong.

#stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek #stiles x derek #fanfic #fanfiction #fic rec #kitcheniskingficrecs

[schlattsdoll]

Hi I’d love if you could write more of proven innocent!eddie? Like after the court case he comes back to school and gets good grades so he can graduate, and people actually applaud him. Then him and reader go off to college while renting a cute apartment!!

fuck the rest! - e. munson

pairing; eddie munson x female reader

warnings : minors dni!!!, takes place after ‘86 baby! (not  necessary to read first but it might be nice!), eddie being a menace, self doubt, mentions of chrissy, slight s4 spoilers, you are responsible for your own media consumption!

eddie was fully exonerated of the charged against him and was free to return to hawkins high. to almost everyone else, he was still the freak who “got lucky” and rode off his girlfriends family’s power. everyone but his forever loyal hellfire club.

the day he returned, he insisted that you walk in with him in a pair of handcuffs and that he breaks them to showboat in front of the lunchroom. much like any stunt he pulled, he got looks and jocks getting annoyed.

he triumphantly climbed atop the hellfire table and shouted, “citizens of hawkins high! lend me your ears! it is with great pleasure i announce the return, nay, the final farewell tour, of eddie the freak!” he punctuated his sentence by pulling his bound wrists apart, breaking the cheap metal easily as he bowed to one tables applause.

you and dustin sat at the table banging your fists down on it, chanting “eddie, eddie, eddie.”

that first day back into society was one of the best days of high school. after that, eddie applied himself more and finally managed to graduate with you. the day he found out he was able to walk across that stage was the second happiest day of his young life.

you genuinely couldn’t tell who your family was more proud of on that day; of course they loved you and screamed for you, but when the principal groaned and called eddie’s name, you saw them jump up, and you could’ve sworn you heard your father call him his son-in-law.

he made good on his promise to snatch the diploma, flip not just the principal but everyone who doubted him off, and run like hell outta there. not before grabbing your hand and dragging you with him.

the rest of the ceremony was spent with you two sitting in his van waiting for everyone else to come back out. in that little bit of privacy you dug around your bag for a small gift box.

“eds, im so proud of you baby. it isn’t much but i got you a little something. congratulations my love.” you kissed his cheek as you placed the black and red wrapped box in his hands, and his face flushed.

“actually, y/n, i have something for you too. hang on.” he smiled like a kid on christmas and flung himself into the van searching frantically. “aw don’t tell me i- oh wait, is that it? nope. wait, maybe? YES!” he climbed back to where you two were sitting and fixed himself. “it took me a while but it’s part of my promise to you. i love you angel.”

you simultaneously unwrapped the gifts and eddie almost cried. he saw a matte black guitar pick, engraved with “rock on babes” and a ring that matched the skull one of his he gave you as a promise ring. on the inside you had engraved “forever my freak. love your angel.”

in your box was a single key on a black sabbath keychain. “let me explain. remember how i said i was saving up for a new guitar?” you nodded at him, still very confused. “well, i, uh. i kinda lied to you. i was saving up to get us our own place. o-only if you wanna move in with me that is! i know we’re young and you have it made at home but i got so used to spending the night with you when i was hiding away and i don’t ever wanna wake up without you in my arms again angel.” now it was your turn for your face to heat up.

“of course i’ll move in with you eddie.” you threw your arms around his shoulders and you toppled back into the van. “i picked a place close to campus for us, so easy commutes.” he smiled as he kissed your forehead.

the next four years were bound to be amazing, from getting eddie involved in college theater, him excelling in creative writing classes, getting to see dustin graduate, and of course, your wedding. on that fateful day eddie smiled at you and laughed. “what’s so funny?” you asked him.

“i didn’t do too bad for a freak huh?”

#eddie munson #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader

[wardlowsbabydoll]

Welcome Back- Kenny Omega

Literally started writing this during his match, I fucking sobbed let me tell you, I'm so happy to see him back but of course I'm still concerned since he still seems pretty banged up!!

Kenny Omega x Fem! Pregnant Reader

Word Count: 1,394

Warnings: None that I can think of

You watched with bated breath backstage as Brandon handed Justin Roberts the folded-up paper with the name of Matt and Nick’s trio partner. You teared up when you heard the cheering that preceded your fiancé before he had even made his appearance, and cried when you heard the overwhelmingly positive reception to the return of Kenny.

            He hadn’t wanted to wear the compression shirt but you insisted, knowing that he still wasn’t 100 percent. When the bell rung, you could feel your anxiety creeping up again. Every bump that he took made you wince, it reminded you of every painful rehab appointment, hearing him swear, and groan, and cry (especially at first) and it broke your heart. You didn’t want him to lay it all out on the line especially during his first match back, only to get injured severely and get put back on the shelf.

            You could feel what could only be described as relief when the bell rung, and they won. You could see the joy on Kenny’s face when their arms were raised in the air in victory. You were shocked at the end of it all when Andrade and Rush unmasked Dragon Lee, you felt sorry for him; he had put on a hell of a match and his own brother betrayed him and the Lucha Libre culture. You were happy to see Kenny and the Bucks go back for Dragon Lee, and laughed when Rush, Andrade, and José ran like hell. You cried again when after the show went off the air, and Kenny thanked all the fans for their support of him and AEW (and giggled when he compared them to kitties that don’t pee in the litter box)

            You were talking with Ashley, Andrade’s wife, along with Dana and Ellen when your partners all finally made their way backstage, all of you being among the many who applauded them for their incredible match. You locked eyes with Kenny and tried to run over to him, only to get winded after traveling barely two feet. “Don’t run, I’m not going anywhere.” Kenny teased as you walked (well more like waddled) your way over to him. “You try walking with a watermelon attached to your front.” You pouted, ignoring the butterflies you got at his laugh.

            Placing his hands on your almost 8-month bump, Kenny greeted you with a sweaty kiss. Neither of you had told the fans you were pregnant; you and Kenny were notorious for keeping your private life very private. So once he disappeared off BTE you did as well, and all the fans assumed you were helping him take care of his injuries, which wasn’t a lie, your pregnancy had come as a shock to both of you; but you guys had welcomed it. You were both pushing almost 40 and had always talked about having kids, so this seemed like the perfect time with Kenny having that extensive time off.

“Were you able to watch the whole thing?” He asked you as you bumped your nose with his. “I was, I think she got tired of kicking and fell asleep. So, thankfully no bathroom breaks were needed.” You giggled. You were both thrilled when you found out a little girl was in your future. Kenny was thrilled that he would have a future partner in crime, and you knew better than anyone that your little girl had Kenny wrapped around her finger and she wasn’t even here yet. “Dana, Ellen, Ashley and I were coming up with some new merch ideas for you guys.” You brought up which made Kenny laugh. That was something that he loved about you, even when you were supposed to be relaxing you were still working.

As you two walked back over to where everyone else seemed to be congregating, you elaborated on some of the new ideas you had come up with for them. “We might just need to steal Ashley from WWE, she’s got great ideas for not just merch, but matches too.” You said nonchalantly as you leaned into Kenny slightly, who just chuckled at you “You know she’s under contract with them.”

“My contract expires at the end of the year, FYI. So far I haven’t made a deal to sign an extension.” Ashely said with a grin on her face as she leaned her head on Andrade’s shoulder. “We’ll talk about that when it’s closer. But, we need to get back to the hotel, we have an early drive ahead of us.” Kenny said as he shook her hand, an unspoken agreement made. Ashley had been showing up to shows more since she took time off from WWE, she and Andrade had recently come back from their honeymoon so they were enjoying time in wedded bliss before she would head back to being on the road almost six days a week, you didn’t blame her for possibly wanting to sign with AEW, the travel schedule was significantly less, which all of your bodies in one way or another appreciated.

After saying your goodbyes to your friends and colleagues you and Kenny departed early to head back to the hotel. On the way you insisted on stopping into a convenience store, and promptly ignored Kenny’s groan when you returned to the car with two big bags of ice. He honestly should have expected it, because after every rough physical therapy day you would force him into taking an ice bath.

After giggling at the weird looks you got from the remaining few patrons inside the hotel lobby you finally made your way back into your room. Walking into the bathroom you immediately turned the faucet on to fill the tub with cold water.

“Princess, I’m fine.” Kenny insisted as you helped him remove his shoulder brace and compression shirt, along with his tights (he had decided to just keep them on) and boots. You helped him slip on one of his Pokémon shirts and a pair of basketball shorts before grabbing his sweatshirt and sweatpants and leaving it on the bathroom counter. You turned the faucet off and poured the two bags of ice into the tub, and looked expectantly at your boyfriend who chuckled and kissed you as he made his way over to the tub.

You watched as Kenny mentally prepared himself before he entered the tub slowly and let out deep breaths as he sunk into the freezing water. You set a timer for 10 minutes before going back into the main part of the hotel room to the shitty little coffee maker and making him a cup of coffee to warm up.

When the timer went off, you immediately helped your fiancé out of the tub and helped him pull his shirt and shorts off. After he dried himself you tossed him a pair of boxers while you helped him get his head into the sweatshirt you laid out. “God I didn’t realize when you went back, your head would grow three sizes.” You teased and let out a squeal once his head poked through and he teasingly bit your hand. “Admit it, princess. You love me even with my big head.”

“You’re right, even with your big head, I still love you, very very much. Now can we go cuddle please? You pouted and your pout deepened when he laughed and kissed your head. You took his hand and walked back towards the bed, handing him the warm coffee as you both finally got somewhat settled into bed. Kenny took a sip of the coffee you made him and subsequently made a face. “That is, vile.” He said and you giggled, taking the coffee from him and got out of bed to get rid of it, returning a few moments later.

Shutting off the bedside light, you settled quickly into your fiancé’s embrace, minding his sore shoulder. You felt his hand searching, finally settling against your bump, and you sighed when you felt your daughter kick. This always happened, every time you tried to sleep she would decide to try out her superkicks. Kenny chuckled and moved down the bed, his head resting near your bump, and you instinctually moved your fingers to his curls. You managed to fall asleep to Kenny’s soft voice coaxing your daughter to try and sleep, wondering how you ended up so, so lucky.

#kenny omega fluff #kenny omega #kenny omega imagine #kenny omega x reader #aew imagine #aew fluff #aew x reader #one of my favorite blondes

[quickhacked]

– WIP DAY.

TAGGED BY: @katsigian, @morvaris & @adelaidedrubman, thank you so much!!

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part 3 of the broker fic is coming to an end soon with chapter 15 in the proofreading phase, and after that there's only part 4 with four chapters left and then it's DONE!!! very proud of myself for having made it this far but also couldn't have done it without you guys so i am giving you all a little kiss right now MWAH

‘Everyone inside?’ ‘Affirmative. How are we looking?’ ‘Logging into their systems as we speak, jefe. Stand by.’

The entrance hall of the building was large and crowded. The central area bustled with people, who were holding conversations around round standing tables or on benches lined up against various big planters. Many had resorted to the two upper floors of the hall, their balconies overlooking the ground level; and bright neon holograms danced around on the high ceiling, bathing the facility’s interior in a soft, golden glow. Vitali stood on the side of the hall, leaning with his shoulder against the wall and his head turned toward the large darkened glass window overlooking the facility’s courtyard. He was simply dressed in a black suit that evening; anything else would have drawn too much attention to him in the crowd of bland and boring corpo cunts, which was the exact opposite of what he wanted. The lower half of his face was hidden behind a mask- a solid layer of armor, matte black with a few golden touches to signal to anyone whose gaze lingered on him for longer than necessary it was merely for aesthetic purposes. He knew very well the accessory could raise significant suspicion but with his face still present in Arasaka’s databases, walking into the lion’s den without some sort of covering would have been the equivalent of waltzing into a high security Militech base through the front door with a huge target taped to the forehead. ‘Clifford Thompson,’ Vincent suddenly said out loud, reading the name from the little name tag affixed to Vitali’s jacket. He reached up to the collar of Vitali’s shirt and fixed it for him, carefully undoing the top button as if not used to Vitali’s sudden, stiff demeanor. ‘Lovely name. Pick it yourself?’ ‘Hm- Mikhail helped me with it,’ Vitali softly answered, a hint of a smile on his face behind the mask as he subconsciously brought the glass of champagne- given to him by a waiter who had obviously not looked him in the eye when they’d handed it to him- to his lips; before realizing he was very much unable to take a swig and he lowered it again, hoping nobody had seen it happen. ‘You have always looked like a Cliff to me,’ Mikhail said through their earpieces. ‘But- all jokes aside. Where is our good American friend right now?’ ‘Stuffed in a closet.’ Vitali glanced into the direction of the people nearest to the two of them, and he gently pulled Vincent a little closer to him by his waist. ‘Should…not be a problem anymore.’ ‘Just for now or permanently?’ A loud POP nearby caused Vitali to flinch lightly and he took a step toward Vincent, who instantly noticed his discomfort and reached up to soothingly run his fingers through Vitali’s hair. Some laughter followed- someone had simply opened yet another bottle of overly expensive alcohol and now demonstratively began pouring it into a new batch of empty glasses, the small crowd around them applauding for seemingly no reason at all. ‘It’s alright, baby,’ Vincent mumbled, standing up on his tiptoes to give Vitali a kiss on his cheekbone. ‘Just rich people doin’ their rich people stuff.’ Of course Vitali had not been invited to this event. Quite the opposite; him showing up there could prove disastrous for the corporation, considering what they were about to unveil alongside their newest facility. Though he was not even there for any of that. It mattered very little to him- the announcement of the brainwashing program that had been tested on him dressed up as some overglorified renewed Secure Your Soul program was the very least of his worries at that moment, knowing what else was going on behind the scenes.

#tag games #nuclearwriting #here you go. one of the nicer and calmer parts of the whole 10k words chapter xoxo #the amount of times i forgor that vitali is wearing a mask... i need to go through the whole thing AGAIN and i'm already dreading it #how many more inconsistencies will i find... ooououooououuu... #ANYWAY. HELLO. HI. >:^) hee hee #clifford is dead btw. sorry

[im-a-matt-girl]

I’m in my last year of my undergrad and I’m presenting my research at a conference and my friends all day they’ll come but I feel like they won’t. Could I get a supportive Matt dragging his brothers and friends to come to surprise you when you live far away and see your poster and making sure you know he’ll always be there just like you’ve been there for him ♥️ your writing makes my heart wanna burst in the best possible way

tysm my friend ♡ here you go:

I'm super nervous about my presentation today. I'll be presenting it in front of so many people, I'm just hoping that I don't get stage fright.

I invited you to attend, but with your crazy schedule, you weren't able to let me know if it was possible. I'm trying not to get my hopes up; I texted you earlier, but I still haven't received a response from you, yet. You could still be asleep, for all I know.

I get ready for my presentation, anyway. The show must go on. I want to look professional, yet approachable. I have my cue cards organized, just in case I lose my place while I'm speaking. I also hope that the technology doesn't give me any problems today.

When I arrive at the venue, I see posters advertising my speech everywhere. It's odd, but also exciting to me.

On stage, I look out into the crowd. The spotlight is on me, so the audience looks dark. I'm starting to get butterflies in my stomach. I steady my breathing, and I decide to imagine that you're in the audience too, watching me and silently cheering me on. It makes me feel better and more confident about my presentation.

When I'm finally done, everyone applauds. It went even better than I expected it to. I field some questions, and I am so glad to get off of the stage when it's all over.

As I'm making my way to the exit of the building, I hear a familiar voice call out my name.

It's your brother, Chris. "Hey! We saw your speech! We made it just in time!" he says, running up to me.

"Chris, what are you doing here?!" I ask him in shock.

He gives me a huge grin. "Matt wanted to surprise you, so he dragged us all the way over here to see you," he explains.

You and Nick emerge from behind him, and you're holding a rather large bouquet of multicolored flowers.

"These are for you," Nick says, pointing to the flowers as you hand them to me. "Matt's a true romantic at heart," he adds.

I smile, taking the bouquet from you. "Thank you," I say humbly.

You look at me with such love and pride in your eyes. "You did great, Honey," you tell me.

I give you a long, right hug. "I wasn't sure if you were going to make it or not," I whisper to you in a shaky voice.

"I'll always be there for you," you say quietly in my ear, "just like you've always been there for me."

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@thetriplets3 i hope you like this ♡ sorry if i got the details wrong

#matt sturniolo x reader #fic #op #ask #thetriplets3 #criticism from requester accepted ♡

[sevcasejay1chicago]

Matt Casey x Voight’s daughter x Kelly Severide

Casey is together with hank voights daughter who works in the intelligence unit with her father and is partner with Antonio Dawson.

But the thing is that Severide is starting to get feelings for voights daughter, and Severide is stupid enough that he tells Casey about it.

Casey isn’t happy about what Severide have told him, and that’s when fights between the two lieutenants starts to envelop.

I leave the rest for you.

Everything Will Change -Matt Casey x Y/n Voight x Kelly Severide

Authors note: I’m sorry if this is crap. I honestly had a hard time navigating it and cut off on the cliff hanger. If you want more, I’d be happy to write a sequel of sorts. ❤️ Thank you for the ask! ❤️

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Your dad almost blew up when he found out about you dating Matt Casey. Hell, it was the last thing anyone expected given the history between your two favorite men, but you couldn’t deny your feelings for Matt. You were working in Intelligence when Matt turned Justin in, and you honestly applauded his decision even though you knew your dad was on a war path. You loved your brother, but you knew he needed to own up to his mistakes. You secretly started seeing Matt during that time, and made an extra effort to keep him safe from your father. Even though it hurt, you did the team up with Dawson, your partner, to take down your dad a couple pegs to help keep Matt safe.

Now, 3 years later, you are still dating Matt. You are extremely close to everyone at 51 and get called in from time to time to help them work arson cases or any other weird calls. Since Kelly seems to always catch the arson cases, you have been best friends in and out of work. Of course, this makes Matt happy seeing that Kelly is his best friend, but the relationship has hit a bit of a snag.

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Kelly decided that while the shift was quiet, and close to coming to an end, he needed to tell Matt about his feelings for you. So, as the sun started to rise, Kelly knocked on Matt’s office door.

“What’s up Sev?” Matt mumbled, rubbing sleep from his eyes with fisted hands.

Kelly held up two cigars and gave his best friend a small smile. “Cigar chat?” Kelly asked in a whispered, leaning against the doorway.

Matt looked at Kelly closely. He could see how tense his friend was, even if Kelly was trying to be nonchalant. He could also see the bags under Kelly’s eyes, which told him that his best friend hadn’t been sleeping, so something was obviously bothering Severide. “Yeah. Okay man. Let me grab my jacket.” Matt replied in a soft voice, careful not to wake any of the other firefighters in the bunk room.

Matt followed Kelly outside to find that he had already placed two chairs next to a space heater just outside of the apparatus floor. Both chairs had blankets thrown over the backs and hot cups of coffee encased in Togo cups in the cup holders. Once they settled in, Kelly unwrapped their cigars and handed Matt his, letting Matt light his own cigar before Kelly lit his.

After a few minutes of silence, only the sound of puffs and smoke blowing to fill the air, Matt finally spoke up. “Alright man. It’s like 5 am. What’s got you awake?” Matt asked, ready to get the conversation started and get back into the warm firehouse.

Kelly shifted and looked around, like he was checking to see if the coast was clear. “Look, I gotta tell you something and I need you to hear me out.” Kelly started, glancing at Matt as his friend shift his body towards him.

Matt nodded, a look of confusion on his face. “Okayyyy.” Matt drug out, gesturing for Kelly to continue.

Kelly sighed. “I’m in love with Y/n.” Kelly said, barely above a whisper.

Matt stayed silent for a second. “Like my Y/n? As in Y/n Voight? Your best friend and my girlfriend?!” Matt’s voice rose the more he spoke, and by the end he was standing above Kelly. “You have GOT to be fucking with me.” Matt screamed, getting close to Kelly’s face.

Kelly put his hands up, ready to defend himself. “Look. Listen Case. I brought this to you because I don’t want to keep secrets, okay? You are my best friend. So is she. I just.” Kelly started, but stopped quickly. His thoughts were not ones he was ready to admit to Matt yet.

“You just what?!” Matt yelled, throwing the cigar down to the ground and stamping it out. “So your in love with me too?!” Matt yelled, stepping back and throwing his arms out as he let out a dark chuckle.

Kelly looked down and took a puff of his cigar. Kelly shook his head and stood while Matt was far enough away. Matt wouldn’t hear anything he had to say while he was this angry. So, Kelly just decided to walk away and hope he didn’t lose his best friends.

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Days later, Matt still refuses to look at Kelly unless he was picking a fight over something that normally wouldn’t bother Matt. Kelly has also figured that Matt must have told you to stay away from him because he hasn’t seen you since the fight either. Matt comes home after he sees you, or if at all. You haven’t been over since the fight and all of it has just really left Kelly reeling. The one time he actually talks about his feelings and thinks he is doing the right thing, everything goes to hell.

Even when they are on shift, Matt won’t spare Kelly a glance and will only bark orders in the other lieutenant’s general direction or reprimand him on petty stuff at every turn. Every call ends in an argument whether it takes place on scene, on the apparatus floor, or in the bunk room. Matt is looking for a fight when it comes to him and Kelly at this moment in time. Kelly let’s it play, not looking forward to the silence that is sure to come when his true feelings come to light. Currently, Kelly and Cruz are running a primary search on the first floor of a residential building while Matt and Gallo run another primary search on the second floor. Everything is going swimmingly until the structure creaks.

“Everyone out NOW!” Boden yells into the radio, urgency clear in his voice. This was sudden and he had his men in there.

Just as Kelly and Cruz break through the front door and into the daylight, the second floor comes down. Stunned silence is the only thing that is heard for a few seconds before Kelly realized that Matt and Gallo are still inside. Just as Kelly turns to run back into the structure, his radio crackles back to life.

“Mayday! Mayday! Casey is down! I repeat Casey is down! I need help!” Gallo yells.

Kelly looks around and spots you next to Boden and Antonio. You have tears streaming down your face. “Chief. I’m going in.” Kelly yells, not listening to the pleas of you or Boden to not go in so that he won’t be lost too.

Kelly runs back in and looks around. He can see Gallo’s figure digging through the rubble that was the stairs. Matt’s PASS alarm is sounding over the roar of the still blazing fire. At first sight, this looks bad, but Kelly can’t think like that right now.

“Gallo!” Kelly yells, running up to the candidate. “Where is he?” He asks, frantically searching for any sign of Casey.

“My best guess is right here lieutenant!” Gallo yells, continuing to search. “He was right behind me and he pushed me as it collapsed. He should be right here!” Gallo screams, fear and frustration clear in his voice.

Kelly nods, though he knows Blake won’t see it. “Move. Get out of here. That’s an order.” Kelly instructs, pushing Gallo toward the exit.

“But Severide!” He says, making to protest, but Kelly shoved him again.

“I said get out! Don’t make me tell you again!” Kelly screams, not having time to deal with Gallo’s heroic nature. It’s admirable any other day, but right now Kelly’s best friend was on the line. He risked it all to save this damn kid.

Just as Gallo steps outside, the debris start to shift as Matt tries to move. Kelly is quick to assist his friend, throwing debris to the side as he works to dig his friend out. Finally, Matt’s hand breeches the surface and grabs Kelly’s arm. Kelly is quick to pull him up and into his arms. Matt is bleeding from a head wound, having lost his helmet and oxygen mask in the fall.

Kelly is quick to take his own off as Matt coughs, placing it over Matt’s face. “Come on love. I’ve gotcha.” Kelly says, not realizing what he has just said out loud. He’s too relieved to care about anything but getting Matt out of danger.

As soon as Kelly gets out the door with Matt still draped over his shoulder, you come running up and take Matt into your arms. You sob as Matt let’s go of Kelly to grab into you, burying his face into your hair as his coughs. Kelly smiles as he waves Brett and Violet over.

“I know for certain that he has a head laceration. Lost his helmet and face mask in the fall.” Kelly passes on the information and makes his way to the chief. “I know. I’m in trouble, but I couldn’t just leave him there.” Kelly muttered, turning his face up to the sky as tears threatened to spill.

Boden puts a hand on Kelly’s shoulder as he sees the young lieutenant struggle. “What is it Kelly?” Boden asks, causing the officer to look at him.

Kelly shakes his head and let’s a bitter laugh escape. “I love him. I love Matt Casey. I also love Y/N Voight, but how can I do that? God, this is all so messed up.” Kelly says, throwing his hands up before running a hand through his hair.

“You love me?” Kelly hears Matt ask at the same time that you do.

#one chicago #matt casey #kelly severide #Matt Casey x y/n Voight x Kelly Severide #y/n Voight #Matt Casey x y/n Voight

[radioactive-earthshine]

If I was a writer of DC comics my first extremely important decision would be to give Bart his own solo again, confirm him as neurodivergent and lgbt and of course bring back meloni and (probably redeemed) Thad . Oh and make the flashfam Jewish but that’s just my own take : )

Know this, and know I love you and I feel this is especially perfect and we all would applaud you.

I would love to see Bart back in Manchester even if just for one issue just to see his old friends. I myself sort of waffle back and fourth if his old friends should be in the know of who he is outside of Carol. I lean strongly towards that Preston should have known, but Mike is something I am not sure. Helen was seriously dating Matt, Mike's father, so Mike was heading towards a nebulous position of step-brother or something else (Helen's relationship to Bart is as strange as Lois to Kon).

Having Meloni back would be exquisite as we don't know what happened to her after Earth-247 'vanished'... This could tie into a deeper story about that future and could even stretch into that future's LOSH who was last seen adrift in the multiverse. We also need Jenni and Gates back who decided to remain in Earth Prime (for a dumb reason thanks Geoff).

I'd like to see Meloni and Helen bond too... heck make them lovers. Make Helen's relationship to Bart even more weird. Make Max uncomfy.

Also, angst, but I'd like to know if Preston found out that Bart was Impulse due to his ID being leaked when he was killed.

We need more Jewish heroes and families, we could have Hal also come in during special issues and affirm that he too, is Jewish. Have a Justice League special where all the Jewish characters celebrate together and welcome everyone else just like any Christmas issue.

A+ the potential is limitless.

Tell me what you would do if you had full creative control to write for DC with NO push back from editors and who would you piss off the most with your unhinged creative wiles?

Also do not be a DICK to anyone whose self indulgent fantasy might make you mad, learn how to block, scroll and move on come on. Thanks.

#getting meloni back would make me scream bc i need to know how #ngl i would do a solo too and would establish bart and nd and lgbt 100% no question it's so damn obvious #redeemed thad is without question top priority too i just got excited #great conversations

[notexactlyrocketscience]

Alright y'all, let's do this.

Review: The Summer I Turned Pretty (2022)

(no major spoilers!)

If you missed my long hate-rant about the book, here you are.

Jenny Han is a great contemporary author, I just feel like the book focused on the wrong (and often problematic) themes, and therefore didn't age well. Naturally, I was excited about the 2022 Amazon Prime adaptation for that reason—I binged it in one go, and I wasn’t disappointed!

What I disliked:

🥀 There's nothing particularly special or distinctly high-budget about the show (perhaps other than the marketing)—It definitely has that same old teen drama ambience with a generic original background music score, and sometimes doesn’t linger long enough on important scenes. The flashbacks are kinda eh because the characters just look like adults dressed like kids, so I'm glad they kept those to a minimum. (Some book fans were disappointed but tbh most of the flashbacks in the book were just depictions of Belly being bullied by the boys and then idolizing them for the bare minimum.)

🥀 Love triangles involving siblings are just icky, okay? I was hoping they'd tone it down a little in the show, maybe limit it to just a confession scene, some chaste and awkward dating, and then a heartbreaking rejection for the second lead, but ohhhhh no. ಠ_ಠ

🥀 Y'all ... it should be ILLEGAL for teen shows to depict PARENTS having sex or steamy makeouts. Look, I fully respect that all parents are individuals with their own lives, sexuality, et cetera outside of their roles as parents, but even for me as a grown adult it’s uncomfortable and traumatizing to watch, okay? WHY is it necessary??

🥀 It's looking like they're going to bring out further seasons, but man I hate the icky trash-drama plots of the sequels. I hope they heavily diverge from that, but really I wish they'd neatly wrapped up in one season while they were still ahead.

Okay, onto things I liked 💫:

🌻 THE CASTING?? The books made it seem like everyone was white, but the show is sooo inclusive! They made Laurel, Steven and Belly Korean-American just like Han, which I appreciated so much. ❣️ They're all amazing actors, perfect for each role and really brought the characters to life.

🌻 There's so much more content about the parents! (Aside from the unnecessary makeout/sex scenes) Laurel is an author (!! like Han!) and Susannah is an artist. The dads are around, too, and we get to learn so much about all the adults' dynamic!

🌻 BISEXUAL JEREMIAH! BISEXUAL JEREMIAH, THIS IS NOT A DRILL!! This was so perfect for his golden retriever-like character, like a missing puzzle piece. 💖💜💙 There's also a side-character sapphic couple, and a bi middle-aged man main character. The queer inclusion is perfect and never feels artificial.

🌻 THE MUSIC SELECTION?! Sooo high-budget and inclusive of POC and queer artists: Lots of Taylor Swift, plus Olivia Rodrigo, Billie Eilish, Baby Queen, HAIM, Japanese Breakfast, Phoebe Bridgers, BLACKPINK, Bon Iver, Matt Maltese, Doja Cat, Hayley Kyoko, Tame Impala, and so many others. Amazon Prime does such a phenomenal job of matching specific lyrics and vibes to a scene, but again sometimes the fade-in/-out is abrupt, probably because of screentime limits.

🌻 THE BOYS AREN’T ASSHOLES!! Applauds wildly Steven is sometimes bossy, insecure and mean, but he's quick to see sense and apologise. Jeremiah is only reasonably protective and rarely immature; for the most part he's so, so selfless and adoring. The show does a MILES better job in portraying Conrad NOT as a selfish asshole, but as a usually gentle and attentive person who is very bothered (for GOOD reasons) and not himself this summer. He doesn't have the headspace to indulge in serious romantic pursuits, but his emotions often get the better of him and he acts impulsively, letting people down. He eventually realises his wrongdoings and always makes proper amends. Cam is the gentleman he always is, and the other boys respect that—any jibes they initially make at him are significantly more light-hearted. Toxic masculinity is NOT romanticised like it is in the book.

🌻 Belly is the exact character I wanted in the books. She knows what she wants—personal growth and respect from others. AND she stands up for herself several times. She is not a pick-me girl and calls out bullshit. Most of all, she doesn't mistreat Cam.

🌻 Women in general are portrayed better. There are many complex teen girls in the series, all with their own individual backgrounds. Taylor and Belly have their fights but then they talk things out like real friends. It's really refreshing and more accurate to real life.

🌻 New scenes were added with all the important conversations and communication between the characters that never happened in the book. It made the series so much more comforting and wholesome, and didn't leave me with that uneasy feeling.

🌻 The new plotline additions were highly appreciated! They're nothing ultra-original, but they subtly enriched the narrative and removed the overly serious focus on the romance that the book had.

🌻 The theme (or at least, one of the major themes) was the correct one!—That all teen girls (and anyone!) deserve to feel both pretty and independant whenever they want to, regardless of what they look like, what they're wearing, where they are. This does not make them less worthy of respect, and is not an excuse to infantilise or dismiss them. A true coming-of-age.

🌻 The summery beach setting really is soothing and lovely. 🌅

🌻 This time, I totally shipped Belly with whoever the show was going for. The sparks were there, and it felt warm and bright. It just worked and made sense, every time. They definitely did that part right. ✨

That's all from me, folks! It's not a must-watch show by any means, but definitely more worth your time than the book, especially since Jenny Han was involved in the writing process. 🌸 Have fun!

#the summer i turned pretty #it’s not summer without you #we’ll always have summer #summer trilogy #jenny han #isabel conklin #belly conklin #jeremiah fisher #conrad fisher #amazon prime #cam cameron #laurel park #susannah conklin #coming of age #teen shows #teen romance #book adaptation #belly x conrad #belly x jeremiah #tv show #ya books #young adult #bisexual #bi #sapphic #achillean #wlw #mlm #taylor swift #swiftie

[snailsandpuppy-dogtails]

Extra Wishes

Flufftober day 6 Candles, lanterns, or fairy lights Garvez WC: 847

“You are a menace, Garcia. A firefighter’s worst nightmare. How did you get clearance for this? Never mind. I know the answer. Better yet, how are the sprinklers not raining down on us right now?”  

A shy smile grew in place of the anxious expression she’d been wearing just moments ago while welcoming the team.

He didn’t hate his birthday, he wasn’t one of those people who resented the passing years. On the contrary, with all the perilous situations he put himself in, he was thankful each time he made it another orbit around the sun, he’d just fallen out of practice celebrating. Going under cover, going away on assignment, it all required forgetting a little of yourself, absorbing a different part and getting wrapped up in the present. The last time any co-workers had surprised him like this it was his unit buddies and a pile of candy donated to “Treats for Troops.” 

Carefully, they all filed in to the dark conference room she’d crammed full of candles in every shape, size, and color, the space glowing and a good 5 degrees warmer from all the flames. The paper banner she made fluttered from the heat. “Team,” she stated with a flourishing wave to the sign as if a cue. 

Understanding, they all cheered and yelled warm wishes. Versions of “You didn’t tell us it was your birthday!” and “Wow, are you really this old?” swam around him with the hugs and pats on the back. “This is great, Garcia, and far be it for me to question your brilliant thought process, but isn’t it tradition to put the candles in cake?” For all the fire there was nary a confection, instead the room bore an eerie resemblance to a massive church votive stand. Wall to wall there were rows and rows of soft flickering flames. “I didn’t know what your favorite was so, treats are in the kitchen. Anderson offered to defend them from the office snakes in exchange for joining us.” At that Spencer’s head popped up, “Oh! Anderson’s here too?” “Treats plural, as in there’s a variety?” asked Matt. “Don’t you just love a Penelope Party?” JJ turned, asking Prentiss. “As the boss, this one, not so much…” she responded through a tight grin, then clapping. “Time to get the show on the road. Penelope?” Penelope, basking in the good feelings of having caught him by surprise (and that he looked pleased by it), had nearly forgotten. “Right! As you all know, it is tradition for the birthday person to blow out all their candles while making a wish! I have set up a challenge for our dear Newbie.” gesturing around her “I have spoken with the powers at be and made a deal, if Luke can extinguish all of these using no more than three lung-fulls of air, he gets makeup wishes for all the birthdays he’s missed.” she beamed wickedly. Looking only at her, “More wishes huh? It’s a deal.” Everyone backed out of the space except for Penelope who stood in a corner and Luke who, having made a plan, stood in the center of the longest wall. 

“On your ready then, Noob.” They waited, Penelope, poised with her phone to film. Luke raced the room, wick after wick extinguishing, yellow embers dying as smoke coiled and filled the air, long deliberate breaths. A debate erupting between Tara and Spencer on wether or not all were "blown" out and if wind created by movement, not breath, counted. Room pitch, all candles blown out regardless of how, the group applauded, whooping and hollering at his feat. “Now, Cake!” announced JJ. Excitement all around, the bunch on the other side of the door danced and shimmied across the catwalk and down the stairs dropping things on their desks as they made their way through the bullpen toward cake. Penelope and Luke stood standing in the room. Walking up to him, bumping shoulders, “Surprised?” Luke wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her in for a hug. Face tucked into her curls, he murmured, “Very. Thank you.” 

Penelope leaned back looking up at him, “So, what’d you wish for?”  He smiled, tease glittering his eyes, “Oh no, I’m not falling for that. If I tell you, it won’t come true.” 

Her gaze flickered over him, eyes catching eyes. “Tell me and I might make it come true.” He started to reply, but the quip died on his tongue. A stilted huff was all that came out and then he laughed, head shaking a toothy grin. “What if I showed you instead?” 

Arms coming to neck, she let the top of her go slack in his hold, sinking into his embrace. He pulled her close, thumbs brushing the nape of her neck and paused, lips hovering, searching her face for any sign of a second thought. Penelope’s fingers slid through his hair pulling them together. Lip skimming lip, parting and dragging down the other, hold tightening in the smoky darkness.  And as they kissed, all he could think was “Happy birthday to me.”

@flufftober

#Flufftober 2022 #day 6 candles lanterns or fairy lights #criminal minds #garvez #penelope garcia #luke alvez #emily prentiss #jj #matt simmons #spencer reid #snail's tales