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bubuslutty · 1 year

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title: the bear in the witch's hut.

pairing: witch fem!reader x captain John price

word count: 1k

a/n: I had to write this out or I'll throw up. I'm so in love with this man it's actually so fucking pathetic. he should spit in my mouth and make me his already.

fantasy/medieval au where the British island is at war and most of the neighbouring countries are at war with each other.

Not only human lives are used for the pursuit of power, but also animals, magical creatures, mages, and anything in between, soiling the earth in vain.

This has been going on for years, and hope seems to be lost year by year, more people are dying of disease, curses and hunger, or straight out killed by enemies.

Everything seems almost lost when a woman rises amidst hopeless war generals and kings, demanding she would create her own unit, to find a solution to these massacres.

That was Kate Laswell.

Along the way she collects a bunch of unique people, making it their own mission to do the impossible, stop the war, at all costs, by any means necessary.

John Price was the captain, the leading man of their unit, and the man who trusted Laswell to guide them, and who also trusted him in exchange. The man has been in the army for gods knows how long. The war started a couple of years after he was born, so he pretty much lived his whole life in the middle of the said war.

John couldn’t sit and watch people he knew and loved get killed and families getting ripped apart, so he enlisted as soon as he was of age, leaving to war and leaving his sick father and weeping mum behind.

The man has seen and been through a lot. He has been through so much and yet he hasn’t given up, yet. And to keep him going, he was granted leave once in a while, to visit his dad and mum back on their farm. And then one day, the village nearby gets attacked while John is at home, with his parents, and he gets his sword and goes down to help.

Enemy troops are out there, out for blood. And no matter how many soldiers John slays, they keep coming, and he realises he’s outnumbered, they’re outnumbered, him and the few men and women who can still walk on both feet and carry the weight of metal on wooden handles.

Then like an answered prayer, rhythmic gallops shake the ground. A hot gust of wind hits John on the face, making him hold his breath and lock eyes with her.

A witch on a high dark horse, eyes and hands glowing as the soldiers around them start to burn alive. Of course, she wasn’t the only one, there were more witches that came out of nowhere to defend the village from the enemy troops. But John couldn’t give less of a fuck about any other witch but the one who jumped down her horse, no a trace of fear in her face and teeth bared as she burns her enemies without even touching them.

And John is soooo royally fucked, his eyes are stuck on her face, and everything is happening in slow motion in his head, that is until he notices a soldier running behind her, sword in hand, and he reacts in half a second and sticks his sword in the man’s throat, right over her shoulder. And oh, her eyes are so much prettier up close.

Things happen, and a couple of leaves later, he ends up getting married under a sessile oak tree to the witch he never thought he would love so fast and so deeply. His mum is at his side, his dad is buried down at the cemetery, and a neighbour was kind enough to marry them off and Kyle, or Gaz, was there as a witness. And it is so far, John’s happiest day in his life.

However, war was still happening and John was needed to lead soldiers for country and Queen. So he was more gone than present, but his dear witch understood and never made him feel guilty for being needed elsewhere other than her side or his mother’s. After all, she too has a job to do and it’s to protect their village and the innocent and vulnerable.

This goes on for about a year until the witch had enough and decides to pack up and leave, but without making sure John’s mum was somewhere safe. Nothing improved and things were getting worse and worse, no matter how hard she tried, and no matter how hard the witches tried their best to heal, to rebuild, to protect, it was not nearly enough.

She travels day and night, on her trusty horse, and crosses rivers, forests, and mountains to reach John’s current base. And fate was on her side because when she arrived, they only arrived two days ago back from a mission. John was shocked at first, immediately assuming the worst, maybe the whole village burned down, maybe the farm was attacked and they got his mum, maybe-

His dearest reassures him, telling him everything is fine, as fine as anything could be in war at least. And John kisses her like he doesn’t need to breathe, and then he realises with a shudder that everything is about to change with the arrival of his wife. What’s not going to change is the snickers and annoying teasing of his men, now worse that they get to actually meet the woman who so easily wrapped him around her finger.

Hope and determination swell in his chest now that his love is by his side. And she proves herself to be a great asset already because as soon as she notices the ugly bash on Soap’s forehead, she corners him and fixes him up with a whisper and a caress of her hand.

John feels stronger, more focused and more relaxed, his shoulders tensing less every time he hears her voice or sees her walk by, busying herself around the base. But he also feels more anxious, and the responsibility gets heavier on his shoulders, because not only he has to watch out for his men, but also for the love of his life. He can’t fail her. He’ll do anything in his power to get her the future she wants, a humble home, a piece of land and little feet running around, screams and laughs bouncing off the walls, calling for their momma and daddy.

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everthedevilyouknow · 25 days

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so many things to say about 7x04, so little time

the way they handled this monumental plot point and coming out to the audience was PERFECT, so sensitive and beautiful, the whole inversion that buck was jealous of eddie, that he wanted to spend time with tommy, not quite realising how he was feeling and what was going on in his head but that massive sigh of relief at the end of the episode??? top notch writing, top notch acting, and honestly as someone who is bi themselves and figured that out when I was a little older, ive got to admit that i had a cry from pure happiness after watching the episode.

one of the other things that I haven’t seen a lot of posts about so far tho is eddies behaviour in this episode - eddie was soooo kicking his feet blushing and ducking his head about tommy and for me that’s sooo interesting. maybe it is just about a new friend but also maybe there’s a little attraction there too? im a buddie truther, but id also love it if eddie has to recognise that he’s attracted to men as well and that leads to buddie canon.

eddie has always previously intensely disliked bucks partners and been jealous (his fiance is abby, go team, the face in the ‘she sees me’ scene) but its now been set up that actually he really likes spending time with tommy, and maybe that’s gonna be helpful in the following episodes to have his own realisation and ‘oh’ moment of why he doesn’t want buck dating tommy.

also side note but as soon as playing with the boys started playing I was like OH MY GOD this is definitely a queer moment.

anyway, im just gonna be living on this high for weeks, so dont mind me over here screaming, crying, throwing up x

#911 abc #911 season 7 #911 season 7 spoilers #evan buck buckely #eddie diaz #tommy kinard #9 1 1 buddie #buddie #buck x eddie #buck x tommy #buck bothered and bewildered #911 7x04 #7x04

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kryptonitejelly · 2 years

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I don’t know if this is one you can post but for the flyboy universe 🥺 one of them mentions he knew when he was in high school he was in love with you

But I just thought maybe a blurb about him taking you to prom but then flashes of the parallel in modern times of him taking you (his new wife/fiancé) to the naval ball and how much has changed and how much is still the same and just some little head cannons of how absolutely delighted you both are and maybe some silly flashes of the things you both had wanted to do/wished the other would have done back then

ahhhh this is soooo cute! yes, yes, he did in Part 5 of Flyboy!

context: Flyboy (mentions of male masturbation below) and ties in with this drabble

“Time’s up Bradshaw, give me back my wife.” Jake’s voice cuts in as Rooster gives you a final twirl around for good measure as the notes to the upbeat song ends.

“Not your wife yet Hangman,” Rooster teases, to which Jake snorts dismissively, waving a hand in his face. You both weren’t married just yet, but the date was fast approaching, with the RSVPs of the entire uranium mission team locked in months ago.

“How many more people are you going to let correct you,” you laugh breathily, catching your breath as Rooster saunters away, in search of Phoenix, and Jake slides his arms around your waist, his hands pressing against the silky fabric of your dress as the song changes to one with a slower pace and the lights dim; you throw your hands loosely around his neck. Jake had started calling you his wife a few weeks ago, his term of address for you alternating between retaining the term fiancé only on occasion - you didn’t mind it, it made your heart skip a beat each time he referred to you as his “wife”.

“There’s nothing to correct,” Jake grins, pressing his lips to yours, his hands pulling you closer against his front as you both sway, at his lead, to the music. You roll your eyes, but the smile pulling at the corners of your lips tells your true feelings on the matter.

“Do you remember prom?” Jake asks, out of the blue, and you squint at him quizzically.

“I do,” you draw out your words, tilting your head to one side, wondering where this was going, “Mindy Taylor dumped you two months before so I had to go with you,” you pause, sliding a hand to cradle his jaw, a mischievous grin on your face at the thought of the day you had to be Jake Seresin’s saviour. Jake smiles at you, the curve of his lips hiding a secret, before he speaks.

“I broke up with Mindy Taylor so that I could take you to prom,” his admission makes your brows knit, confusion clouding your eyes.

“You dumped Mindy Taylor?”

“I did.”

“But you told me she dumped you!” You gasp, pulling your head back slightly in shock to stare at the twinkling green eyes which glint in the dim lights of the ballroom, as Jake shakes his head lightly from side to side.

“It was the least suspicious, and sure fire way of getting you to go to prom with me without you overthinking it,” Jake takes in your shocked expression, eyes wide, realisation and comprehension as to why Mindy Taylor had been glaring daggers at you all night that fateful day, before leaning forward to plant a kiss on the tip of your nose, your cheek, and then your lips. “You have no idea how badly I wanted to kiss you that day,” Jake mutters, his head ducking, lips finding your neck, as he plants a series of feather light kisses on your skin.

“Did you,” you ask, slightly absent minded, your brain still working through the realisation, while simultaneously distracted by Jake’s lips against your neck.

“You have no idea,” he says, his teeth nipping slightly at the spot below your ear, before his head straightens to find your eyes again, “and the way you looked in that green dress, off the shoulder, wrapped around your body, with the slit that ran right up your thigh,” Jake shifts his hand to the side of your leg, ducking under the silky fabric of the dress you had on today, with a similar slit, running up the side, fingers squeezing your skin, “it did things to 18 year old me.”

“Oh yeah?” Jake’s hand runs its way back out from the slit, securing itself around your waist again as you ask, leaning your forehead against his, “what things?”

“Pretty sure I jerked off twice to the image of you that night.” Jake says, expression serious, his admission legitimate, and it makes you giggle, your head falling into his shoulder, shoulder shaking. Jake only holds you tighter as you let the laughter out of your system, a small smile on his own lips as you both continue swaying to the music - the action jolting another memory for Jake, of you in his arms, swaying to a similarly slow song at prom, giggling into his shoulder at something he had said which made you laugh; so many things had changed, and yet none. “I hope I don’t have to repeat my post prom night activities again today,” Jake ducks his head, lips brushing against your ear as your giggles slow.

“I’ll take care of you Jakey,” is the response he receives from you as you lift your head to look at him, mirth still decorating your features at the revelation, eyes twinkling in a mix of amusement and mischief. Jake had always been candid with you throughout your friendship, and it hadn’t changed as you progressed in your relationship.

“Good,” he says, ignoring the fact that you were at the Naval Ball, surrounded by both his peers and superiors, his hands reaching down your waist, cupping the globes of your ass, and squeezing, causing you to whine lightly into his shoulder, the sound, albeit soft, catching Phoenix’s ears a few steps away, which makes her whisper something to Rooster, the two Naval Aviators looking towards you and Jake, “looking forward to being taken care of by my wife.”

“Not your wife yet Seresin.” You tease, mimicking Rooster’s earlier words, as Jake’s hands go back to holding you by the waist.

“I swear to god I’ll drive you to Vegas now and marry you,” Jake says, serious - because he would, but joking - because his grandmother and mother would never let him live it down, and you - you deserved a proper wedding. It earns him another giggle from you, and Jake settles for capturing your lips in a kiss again, his smile something you can feel against yours.

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serafilms · 3 months

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thoughts on pjo series so far after episode 6:

(spoilers for ep 6 ahead!! minor spoilers for the books too but nothing much about the plot)

acting SLAYS. slays. i almost teared up like 3 times bc of percabeth in ep 4/5 ALONE. and sally!! and grover!!!! luke and clarisse too ugh!!!!

special effects SLAYYYY. the monsters look really good and just as i imagined, I’ll give them that.

sets and locations are also very accurately pictured and the vibes brought out are just like the book!

script sucks. the writing is soooo awkward most of the time and the conversation just does not flow well. it’s too serious and boring half the time and i can’t keep relying on the actor’s tones even if they’re doing well as child actors.

soooo much exposition in every single conversation my head is spinning. like i feel like there were better ways to contextualise info from the book?

i saw someone say this show could’ve been approached with a fleabag ish narration and while that sort of would be a bit unorthodox i feel like that or just having walker narrate over the top sometimes would’ve been a good way to nod to the books. it’s difficult to bring a first person series alive when the narrator has so much personality and stuff to say that affects descriptions and how we see it, but i think it could’ve been possible.

music is clunky sometimes in that like why r the vibes so heavy for nothing…. like when they were talking in the animal truck and when they were driving the taxi etc.

no action. like i don’t need it to be pumping out adrenaline all the time but they have fr barely done anything i’m sorry 😰 book trio would’ve ate them alive.

cutting grover out at the waterpark likeeee??? yeah maybe him w ares was important but also it was not. they could’ve gotten that info any other time without making him stay w ares.

lacking explanation where it matters. like the eeriness of the lotus casino and why there are people from all different eras. and their RESOURCES like they aren’t explaining where their money and clothes and stuff are like these kids are surviving off one backpack?? it reminds me of in a wrinkle in time (2018) how the kid’s shirt changes like every 10 minutes and it’s just never acknowledged.

speaking of the lotus casino it’s just so like… bland. they’re cutting out the best parts of the story. percy fighting the chimera was so underwhelming and the bus scene too!!! and the lotus casino like yeah ok let’s not promote drugs i guess but they could have and SHOULD have had fun. why did they waste that time on cgi for the roller coaster in the casino at all?? it wasn’t sinister enough bc the whole vibe of the show is just serious so there’s no contrast between them thinking they’ve found paradise and realising there’s something wrong. captured the vibe of the show tbh: they plateau along the middle line of fun and serious business instead of playing with it like the book does.

feels like the character relationships r poorly drawn out. i’ve already forgotten about the weak attempt to build a percy-luke friendship. and annabeth not letting grover talk to hermes in the casino felt badly explained. plus grover’s whole backstory?? why r we straying so far from how the books explained him like they’re separating him a bit toooo much from the others.

generally just too many plot changes like as much as there is good in this show there is also bad and we stray further and further from the plot every single episode (the SOLSTICE WHAT HAPPENED TO THE TIME PRESSURE??).

it’s somehow too low stakes and too serious at the same time. like they’re acting like the stakes are high but i’m not feeling the pressure.

i understand it’s a new iteration and an adaption almost never means it’ll be the same, but that doesn’t mean i like all the changes. i guess there’s probably tonnes of reasons why book to screen adaptions always change so much (actually harry potter and tbosas ate tbh but oh well), and in this case it’s been many years since pjo was released, so rick is just taking that chance to rewrite things as he would if he wrote the books now. and i accept that. but these are just my opinions and some of these things are just plain bad choices for a show 😭

but i do still hope it gets picked up for all 5 seasons + heroes of olympus like i’ll give u all my money i’ll watch it all i swear

#ashley speaks !#percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #pjo series #pjo spoilers #pjo series spoilers

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brighter-by-the-daly · 1 year

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Rachel Daly x Reader

Part Eight - Fantasies 🔞

Posted: 19/03/23 Edited: 10/08/23

Rachel had told you where the family stand was, that it’s a private entrance and to come early as family were allowed in an hour in before the general public. You, your friends and your family made your way up the steps to the stadium, found the entrance Rachel was talking about and handed over your tickets for inspection. Adjusting your shirt as they waved you inside and handed you vip lanyards you made your way through the corridor. Turning a corner you spotted Rachel was leaning up against the wall, her face lit up when she noticed you and leant in for a hug placing a kiss on your cheek. “I thought you’d be talking tactics by now, what ya doing?” you asked, surprised to see her. “I’ve come to show you to your seats!” Rachel said to everyone, taking your hand and leading you out through the tunnel, you got butterflies knowing this is where it all started, last time you were here you were flirting and now she’s actually your girlfriend! Who would have thought! She walked you out onto the pitch with your family where Millie and Rachel’s families were too, “I thought you’d like some photos in the empty stadium?” she asked. Posing while Rachel snapped away on the camera, you introduced everyone to both families and Millie’s said they’d heard a lot about you the took the piss out of your shirt “someone requested it specially” you quipped giving Rach the eyes which made her look away embarrassed. They all went to take their seats while Millie took some photos of you and Rachel who had specific poses in mind. “Y/N!” you heard someone shout your name, startled at the noise echoing through the tunnel but you couldn’t tell who it was coming from until Mary and Beth appeared. “Why didn’t anyone tell me you were coming?! I need to make another tiktok with you, the last one got soooo many views!!” she exclaimed. “Hey, you’re just using my girlfriend for clout!” Rach shouted, pushing her friend jokingly. “That’s only because they were trying to figure out who I was, they’ve worked it out now!” you laughed. You didn’t mind, you liked feeling like part of the team. The five of you made a few dance videos together and then Mary directed one of just you and Rach for the gram. As the rest of the team started heading out on to the pitch, they all waved and high 5d you as you ran towards your seat which was front row and with everyone else’s family. You were so excited for this game, you flicked through Insta stories and realised Rachel’s brother had posted a video of you all on the pitch with the caption “love seeing my sister so happy”, you looked at him behind you and pulled a cute teary face like the emoji 🥹then chatted amongst yourselves while the girls warmed up until it was time for kick off. Your besties posted so many photos bragging that they were front row at Wembley which you thought was funny. There was an incredible light show and fireworks which got you all geared up and dancing before the girls walked out on the pitch to face Brazil. It was a tense first half which finished 0-0 so it was all to play for in the second. Rachel was playing where Sarina liked to keep her - as defender. All the girls were in top form, they had to be, they all wanted to be seen as a threat in the World Cup. Half time came and went but when the girls came back you noticed Rachel had moved up front, you felt in your bones that this is her moment, she’s going to score in this position and Brazil didn’t know what was about to hit them.

Sure enough, ten minutes into the second half Millie shot Rachel a beautiful long ball which she headed straight into the back of the net. The crowd went absolutely wild, it was electric, you were all screaming and hopping around! Rachel jumped into Millie’s arms as they raised their hands to the sky for her dad. You actually started crying you were so happy but you knew there was still at least half hour to go.

Brazil had a good few chances but nothing ever succeeded until suddenly catastrophe struck, a tackle gone wrong awarded Brazil a penalty and the atmosphere changed dramatically. They were huddled talking tactics while our girls were gearing Mary up, Brazil struck the ball which felt like it took forever to land safely into Mary’s gloves. You heard 90,000 people breath a sigh of relief as the ball was played back down our end of the field where we gained a corner. Sweetly taken by Russo where Millie was patiently waiting at the back post and used her signature header to plant it nicely in the back of the net. You screamed so loud you thought you were going to lose your voice! Surely it’s all over for Brazil now! Sure enough they couldn’t claw it back and England were announced the winners! The crowd sang out a very loud rendition of ‘Sweet Caroline’ as the players celebrated with each other and when ‘Freed by Desire’ started playing the whole crowd was dancing as they took their lap of honour. The girls came dancing over to the family stand as they jumped in front of you singing with the crowd. Rachel leant over the barrier with a pouty face, looking at her questioning whether she actually wanted you to kiss her in front of everyone, as soon as she nodded you rushed over and grabbed her cheeks to kiss her. “I’m so proud of you!!” shouting in her face “and you!!” grabbing and shaking Millie’s shoulders, all of you with the biggest smiles ever. They danced off with their friends and you realised the cameras caught everything, including Katie’s who was live on Insta.

The girls stayed behind to sign autographs while everyone trickled out of the stadium but you hung around until your girl came and got you to go back to the dressing room. Hand in hand walking back down the tunnel, you kissed at the entrance. “Can you believe this was less than a fortnight ago?” you said as you both turned around to look at the empty stadium again. “Becoming a bit of a tradition isn’t it” she smiled as she wrapped her arm around your shoulders. “Except.. later I’ll be taking this off not telling you to put it on” she laughed as she tugged at your shirt. “Wear your kit home please” you begged “but I’m so dirty (y/n/n)” she whined in response. “Riiight, there’s no point showering when you’re just gonna get all hot and bothered again is there” nudging her slightly. “You’re not wrong” she admitted, “I’ll bring my spare kit home, deal?” holding out her hand for you to shake. She pulled you in with her arm around you and walked you into the dressing room. Everyone was dancing and drinking, Mary was filming everything as usual, even Sarina was having a boogie! Everyone cheered as you both walked in, except Leah but you didn’t care, they weren’t cheering for you anyway! You sat down on the bench watching the girls have the best time of their lives celebrating getting one more step closer to being the best in the world. When Rag Doll came on everyone pushed Rach on top of the water cooler to sing it - a tradition born in the Euros - you had to record this, seeing her so happy made you happy. Everyone else was singing too but Rach was the star of the show. When the chorus came she jumped off the cooler and held her hand out for you to take “do I love ya my oh myyyyy, river deep mountain high” she sang towards you. “Yeah yeah yeah!” everyone sang back at her, “if I lost ya would I cryyyy, oh how I love ya baby” “baby baby baby!”. You wondered if she was just really getting into the song or if she purposely sang those words to you but kept recording regardless, trying not to overthink and just enjoy the moment of everyone being so happy. You noticed Leah left the room when she was singing to you but you didn’t let it dampen your spirits! In the end, Sarina sent everyone home for a well earned rest.

As always, Rachel opened the car door for you to climb in, before driving away you made out a little and your hand slipped into her shorts before she pushed you away laughing. “Not here! Anyone could see us!” her voice had turned high pitch. “Well hurry up and get home then, you’re hard to resist looking like that!” As you both pulled your seatbelts on, she put her foot down to get you home. Fast.

Once on the driveway, Rachel was quick to open the car door for you and without letting her move another step, you pulled her head towards yours unable to resist her any longer. Picking you up and wrapping your legs around her, still kissing as she carried you up the garden path. She struggled to unlock the door so put you down but the minute you were inside you pushed her back against the door, slamming it shut and shoving your hand back where it belongs - between her legs. It was messy but passionate as she picked you up and carried you up to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, you straddled over her lap while her hands were fumbling your body. You pulled her scrunchie out to wrap her hair around your fist and she did the same pulling slightly. She turned to chuck you off her and onto the bed so she was on top, sliding down your body to take your shorts off, as you went to take your top off she grabbed your wrists and shook her head smirking at you then suddenly flipped you over to eat you out. Slowly pushing your butt plug in she slipped the strap on over her shorts and plunged it between your legs making you scream with pleasure. She slapped your ass then grabbed the bottom of your shirt and wrapped it round her fist, the other hand doing the same to your hair as she rode you from behind. You were so turned on by her taking control and doing what she wanted. Rachel was so turned on fucking you from behind with you in her shirt. She pulled out then slapped and bit your arse so hard you screamed in pain, but a good type of pain, sexy pain. She turned you over so she could look at your face then shoved her hand over your mouth as she sneered “shut the fuck up” in your face. You have never been more turned on. As she started thrusting harder, your legs became weak and your eyes rolled back into your head. Rachel was loving the power, she held your wrists tightly to the mattress and as she came closer you tried to kiss her “don’t you dare fucking cum yet” she muttered into your mouth not letting you kiss her “I’m not done with you”. “I haven’t even started with you!” you said filthily as you mustered up all of your energy to push her off you so you could climb on top of her and clutch her throat with your hand “you don’t get to treat me like all of the others” you said through gritted teeth as you rubbed her pussy under her shorts. Feeling how wet and turned on she was from having her way with you, you pulled out and made her suck her own juices off of your fingers, biting your lip loving the sight. You pulled her shorts and strap on off and plunged your face between her legs messily eating her out. Her hands were pulling at your hair so hard you thought she was going to rip it out, you shoved three fingers inside her and watched her eyes roll back into her head and felt her cum dripping down your fingers. You pulled them out and made her watch you suck them before using them to play with yourself. “Got your breath back yet bitch?” when she nodded weakly you planted yourself on her face. Facing downwards so she could stare up at your bejewelled arse and her name on your back. Her cold hands rose up your shirt, undone your bra then fondled your tits, pulling hard on your nipples. You reached down to play with her sensitive clit while riding her face. She wrapped her arms around your waist to pull you deeper into her mouth until you came onto her tongue making sure she came for a second time as well before rolling off of her. Your heads the opposite ends of the bed stroking each other’s legs making you both quiver absorbing what just happened.

“Come here sexy” Rachel muttered with a happy undertone. You crawled up and laid next to her, staring into each other’s eyes and stroking each other’s naked bodies. “That was amazing” you whispered as you kissed her softly. “You liked it?” she asked shyly. “Couldn’t you tell?!” you asked shocked, “I was just testing the boundaries” she smiled. “There are no boundaries with you baby” reaching up to kiss her soft lips. “Tell me your fantasy (y/n/n)” she asked quietly “which one?” You chuckled with a smile, leaning your head on the palm of your hand. “All of them” Rach encouraged as she stroked your hair. “Well…” sitting up cross legged “the first is being in a tight little skirt with suspenders, cuffed” you rambled on with every detail like you’d been waiting for someone to ask you that question forever. Studying her facial expression displaying a raised eyebrow and a one sided smirk, clearly enjoying what you were describing. “The other is a Lioness picking me out from a crowd, fucking me senseless.. and falling in love with me” you paused before saying the last part looking up at her shyly while stroking hair out of her face to see her reaction. “I can certainly make the first one come true, that sounds.. hot!” she smiled thinking about it. “As for the second…” she paused, waiting for her reply your heart felt like it had stopped. “That’s already in progress” you let out a sigh of relief as she cupped your cheek with her hand to pull you in for a kiss. The biggest smile spread across your face, unable to control your happiness as you kissed her back. “I was so worried for your reaction then!” you breathed heavily. “Why? It should be obvious how much I like you” moving her other hand to squish your face. “It is, but yknow “love” is a big word” you shrugged suddenly bashful, “so is besotted but that didn’t stop you from using it three hours after we met” she laughed prodding your ribs. “In fact, I’d say besotted is bigger than love” she continued to tease you, rolling your eyes as you went to slide away but she grabbed your waist and pulled you back into her. Holding your face again to make sure you were looking at her before saying “I don’t date people for fun (y/n/n), I date for the end game”. Your stomach flipped over at her admission which made you uncontrollably grin. “What’s your fantasies then?” you asked laying your head on her arm that was around you. “Apart from finding the perfect woman to spend the rest of my life with?” she said with unwavering eye contact making you melt, “I’d love a threesome” she chuckled “with two women or..?” you enquired. “Two women babe, I’m fully gay not like you” she nudged teasingly. “Hey! I don’t want a naked man near me ever again!” pushing her back. “I’d quite like a threesome too yknow, have you had one before?” “No that’s why it’s a fantasy silly! Have you?” “No, I was offered one once though - wish I took the chance now!” you giggled. “Oh my god, who with?!” her voice high pitched as she asked. “You won’t believe this… my ex girlfriend’s brother and my school best friend’s sister who I had such a huge crush on growing up!” laughing at the words coming out of your own mouth. “Your ex’s brother?!” she was astonished which made you laugh. “We’re still friends!”you exclaimed “the brother, not the ex she’s a dick” “ex’s usually are!” she sounded. “Hopefully no more exes for us aih” climbing on top of her and pinning her to the mattress. Rachel winked at you, “I don’t plan on it baby.”

Part Nine - Brighter Days

#rachel daly #lionesses #rachel daly x reader #millie bright #woso x reader #woso masterlist #beth mead #mary earps #daly brightness

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silverstonesainz · 6 months

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to me frat!lando is very best friend to lovers coded and after hearing ‘you are in love’ tv i can’t stop thinking about frat!lando and reader who went to high school together. who ended up at the same college. who have stuck through thick and thin.

lando invites reader to all his frat events bc if he ain’t getting with a girl at least he’ll have his best friend to keep him company. he always runs through new mixes and sets for her first. his eyes always spot her no matter where she is in a crowd and he convinces himself it’s because they’re just such good friends who’ve known each other for so long. anytime anything happens she’s the first he tells. no one bats an eye whenever she’s around the frat bc everyone just knows ‘she’s with lando’ even if he does have a girl he’s hooking up with at the time. bc everyone knows that there’s nothing romantic between the two of them.

until that one day. that one night after a party where lando and reader are tipsy. giggling together as they chill outside, heads resting on each other. lando starts to notice the small details, really notice them. they’re not just her routine, they’re her. the perfume she uses at an event as opposed to every day. the way her makeup has slightly changed to fit the vibes of the party. which rings she always wears and which ones she changes. the necklace hanging from her neck he bought when they were still teens. the way she shivers at the slightest breeze. how her voice sounds when she’s tipsy. how she’s a lot more affectionate after a couple drinks.

he starts to really notice her and once he starts he can’t stop. he can’t stop but look at her, really look at her now. when did her beauty start making his breath hitch? when did her laugh start to sound like his favourite song? when did her touch burn like a fire within him he’s never felt before? when did her entire being become so consuming that he can’t breathe, he can’t think, he can’t even stand when she’s around. can’t sleep without her plaguing his dreams.

when did he start seeing her face in all the past girls he got with. when did he start noticing their mannerism were mirrors of hers. when did he start to notice that all this time he’s been chasing what has always been stood next to him. when did he realise all this time he was deeply in love with his best friend.

(sorry this was so fucking long and probs not what you imagine frat!lando to be but i just went on a tangent and had to get my thoughts out)

god nonnie why did this make me tear up?? im soooo in my lando era rn and this. THIS.

honestly frat!lando could go in so many directions, i think it just depends on the girl. like he's a whore and can be arguably one of the worst people you encounter in the frat. BUT when we consider girl best friend, this is so him coded. i think like you go it all so spot on i dont think i have anything to add???

also having that relationship with a fraternity? where they don't question your presence at the house/at events/etc?? its so sacred bc i had tht relationship (and id like to think i still do to a certain degree). theres just a different level of respect fr.

#a-nonnie #frat talks #lando norris #frat lando #greek row: brainrot

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Free Falling - Azriel Part 2

A/N - Soooo many of you asked for this and so many more of you loved part 1! T/W for blood!

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True to his word, Azriel had taken you flying. You'd sat patiently while Feyre fixed your nose, the Shadowsinger right behind her, carefully watching what his High Lady was doing, shadows tangled around your fingers and up your hand like a beautiful tattoo. Azriel took Feyre's place when she announced she was finished, he stood between your legs as he ever so gently wiped the dried blood from your face.

"Can we go flying now, Az?" You shot him your best pouty face, one you knew he struggled to say no to, it was how you always ended up with an ice cream and a trip to your favourite book shop whenever the two of you visited the Rainbow. He nodded at you but made no attempt to move away from you. You watched his body tense as Cassian walked in "Are you okay, Y/N?" He asked, guilt all over his face, you smiled up at Azriel and gently pushed him back, which he allowed, and jumped down from the table you'd been sitting on "I'm okay, Cass, see, good as new!" You backed up your point by scrunching up your nose at him. "I'm really really sorry, I didn't mean too!" You walked over to Cassian and wrapped your arms around his middle, choosing to ignore the small growl you heard come from the Spymaster behind you "I know you didn't, Cass, it's okay" the General smiled down at you, returned your hug and stepped away "I better go and face Nes, she's gonna kill me" you laughed at his retreating back.

You turned to Azriel and grabbed one of his hands, he froze for half a second but let you drag him towards the balcony. You squealed with delight when he swept you into his arms and shot into the air, your arms found a home round his neck as he flew. As promised he'd flown with you all night, he even free fell with you a couple of times although he never loosened his grip on you, not once. The night had ended watching the sun come up over Velaris from one of his favourite spots in the city, your back to his chest, his arms still wrapped around you.

"What's it like having wings?" You asked him, unsure of what you wanted him say, they were apart of him, he'd never been without them but he answered anyway "When I was younger, I hated them, they were another reason for my father and half brothers to torment me, when I was dropped in the Illyrian war camps I didn't know how to fly having never been allowed to use them, I hated them for a long time but once I'd mastered them, as soon as I could control them, it was freedom" as if to prove his point his wings wrapped around the two of you like a cocoon, warm in the morning sun. You marveled at the sight of the sun on his wings, they seemed almost transparent, without thinking, you raised a hand and traced along one of the veins with your finger, Azriel shuddered behind you and you pulled your hand back into your chest "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" You didn't know much about wing etiquette and were panicking if what you had just done was rude or had hurt him in some way "It's okay" he reassured you "Our wings are just sensitive, that's all" you tensed "What do you mean? Did I hurt you?" He shook his head "No Little Human, you didn't hurt me" realisation washed over you and your cheeks flamed "It's almost like if I did this" he whispered, his breath caressing the shell of your ear, you were just about to ask if he did what when you felt his lips on that one spot on your neck and his fingers ghosted up the inside of your thigh. You shuddered this time and the Spymaster looked rather pleased with himself.

He'd taken you for breakfast at his favourite cafe and then walked you all the way to your room stating that you should get some sleep. He placed a small kiss on your cheek and wished you sweet dreams. You slid down your door once you had made it through it, your heart full but sad that the night was over. Without bothering to change, you crawled into bed "Night, Az, I had the best time with you" you whispered to the lingering shadows that had followed you into your room, knowing they'd be off to tell their master in no time.

The Court of Nightmares was a horrible place, one that you wouldn't have ever wanted to be in without Rhysand's protection, but everyone else was going and you refused to be left behind. It had caused the first ever argument between you and the Shadowsinger and you hadn't had chance to make it right since arriving here as he had stepped into his shadows and disappeared, Rhys had waved you off when you asked where he was, stating that Azriel was working and that you'd see him later.

Guilt had begun settling in your chest, you knew what had happened to Mor here, knew what they thought of humans and he was only trying to protect you. Making two cups of coffee you set off in search of Azriel, he worked too hard and you were going to force him to take a break and talk to you, mainly so you could apologise, your words from this morning haunting you "I don't need your smothering protection Azriel, I can look after myself!" You'd regretted them the moment you'd said them, the shadow that had become a permanent accessory on your wrist fell away and crawled towards him and hurt flashed through his eyes as he winnowed himself to the Court of Nightmares. You ran into one of the twin wraiths, you weren't sure which and asked her to take you to him.

She took you lower and lower into the mountain and you were beginning to think you'd never see daylight again when she stopped in front of a big wooden door, she nodded at you and was gone, you pushed the door open with your shoulder and stepped in, the first thing that hit you was the smell of blood, the next thing was the creature in the middle of the room quietly begging for mercy and the last thing was Azriel, covered in the creatures blood, a look on his face you'd never seen, one that terrified you to your core. You dropped the mugs, both hit the floor and smashed, splattering coffee all over your feet and up your legs, the creature's eyes shot to you, Azriel spun to face you, shadows shot towards you to block your vision of the horror in front of you.

Azriel didn't move, bloody dagger in one hand, a piece of the creature in the other. The creature took you in, sensing you were weaker than the Illyrian in front of him he began begging you for help, your brain was unable to fathom what you were seeing as Rhys appeared next to you, he took your arm and winnowed you out, back to the House of Wind. "Y/N -" he started but you cut him off "You make him hurt people?! Is that not what your father made him do? Has he ever had a choice?!" Rhys sighed "He's always had a choice, ever since I became High Lord, he's always had a choice" you cringed "So, he does this willingly?" You couldn't comprehend it, Azriel who was so soft and gentle with you, Azriel who bought you ice cream because it made you smile, Azriel who carried you to bed when you fell asleep in the library. Azriel who read to you when you were too tired to read yourself but wanted to finish the chapter.

"He does this, to protect Velaris, his family, to protect you." You shook your head "Don't bring me into this! He's been doing this for hundreds of years, Rhys! I've only been alive 20! I've known him for less than a year!" You sat on the sofa, head in your hands, elbows on your knees. Rhys took a seat next to you "He never wanted you to see that side of him, he thinks it'll scare you, that you'll think less of him" you digested Rhys words and asked "Will he kill that creature?" He stiffened "I think you've got an idea of what is going on between the two of you, the bond you are starting to feel?" Unsure where he was going with this, you nodded "That creature witnessed Azriel freeze, it learned in that moment, that Az has a weakness, that creature will die because it saw you and he will not risk it getting back to its masters and them coming after you" you shuddered, the weight of being responsible for something's death washing over you, tears started to well in your eyes.

"You need to know that you will always have a target on your back if you're with him, just like Feyre does, just like Nesta does, continue your lessons with Cassian, you will need to be able to defend yourself." You nodded again and Rhys took your hands in his "I know what you saw wasn't something you ever saw him capable of, he doesn't enjoy it. Please be gentle with him, he needs that." You met his violet eyes "I guess I now know why everyone is so scared of him." Rhys chuckled "They'll be more scared of him if you accept the bond, you think he's overprotective now, you just wait." With that he was gone, back to play his role.

Three days, you hadn't seen Azriel in three days. He hadn't come back to the house, hadn't tried to see you or explain and you were getting annoyed. Rhys and Feyre had come to join you for breakfast when you finally broached the subject on the fourth day. "Where is he, Rhys?" Feyre looked between you and her mate "Just tell her" she said, you loved this girl for always being on your side, even against Rhysand. He nodded at her and said "Eat first, then I'll take you." You'd never eaten so fast in your life, you were done, had your boots on and you were ready to go within 15 minutes.

Rhys took you to a cabin, not the one Mor had taken Feyre to, this one sat back from a cliff edge, higher up the mountain than you'd ever been, this one, Azriel owned, but it was warded the same. Rhys dropped you in the trees a few meters away and bid you goodbye as you turned and headed towards the cabin. A plan formed in your head but you were going to see how this panned out as you placed yourself at an equal distance from the door and the cliff edge "Azriel Shadowsinger! You come out here and talk to me right now!" You yelled at the door, you knew he could hear you, he probably knew you were here from the minute you arrived as you sent a tug of annoyance down the bond, you still weren't quite sure how it worked but Feyre had explained that thread that she and Rhys had and you couldn't deny that you were in fact his mate and you'd spent three days trying to contact him through it, you only ever got a response to one each day, the last one you'd send him on the verge of sleep. I miss you, goodnight. Goodnight, little human, I'm sorry.

The door opened and there he was, your mate, your heart sang and you longed to take him in your arms, he looked so sad and his wings were drooped behind his back. He took a seat on the steps leading up to the door but he said nothing. No matter how you tried to get him to talk to you he said nothing, no matter what emotions you sent down the bond to him, he still said nothing. "It's your job, Az, I understand, please talk to me, it hasn't changed how I feel about you, I was just shocked." He scoffed, the first sound he'd made since your arrival "Shocked? That's not what your face said, horrified and disgusted more like." He crossed his arms over his chest and went back to silence. "Fine" you feigned turning to look at the view out of frustration but as soon as your back was turned you ran, straight for the cliff edge, you heard him spring to his feet as you sent two words down the bond. Catch Me.

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your bio says kuroaka enthusiast and i'm asking for your headcanons 😩😩

kuroaka ask in my inbox … merry late christmas to ME 😌

i’m going to swoop in with some headcanons based almost entirely on a wip i’m procrastinating that i will stick under a read more:

akaashi totally had a thing for kuroo in high school. he never did anything about it . obviously

their relationship is basically just the slow evolution from “bastard (derogatory)” to “bastard (affectionate)” but it takes them about a decade of knowing each other to get there

went to the same university. i have no basis for this. i just like them being stupid college students together

most of their pre-relationship bonding happens over their jobs. any sort of group get together ends with the two of them huddled in the corner three drinks down complaining about office lighting

on that note, they really are kindred spirits in the sense that a lot of the people around them have gone pro or are pursuing extravagant, ‘abnormal’ careers (models, youtubers, etc) and they’re just. two fish in a very big pond of tokyo office workers. they find a certain security in each other because they’re the only ones who get it. i’m fine about it

they have so many inside jokes and they are soooo annoying about it . they have full on conversations that are incomprehensible to anyone who might be listening

not a big pda couple but their brand of abrasive flirting is disgusting to anyone watching. it’s mostly just an arm resting over somebody’s shoulders, or a hand sneaking into a back pocket

akaashi and kuroo’s sister get along really well. kuroo has a freudian-style crisis when they meet for the first time and he realises how similar they are

they are very good at saying i love you without saying i love you. an indescribably fond “you’re stupid” will do

#i could go on and on etc etc #but thank you for giving me the opportunity to be silly about them 😌#kuroaka #hq

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Stumbled upon your blog yesterday and realised you were the one behind the Utena Bet On it AMV, plus all the other videos on that channel! I had a friend who had already watched RGU reccomend the show to me and when I finished the finale she sent me a bunch of videos, essays, meta, memes she really liked about Utena. Out of the videos your vine videos, your bet on it amv and your tiktok sounds utena videos all featured as Things U Gotta Watch. Top Tier. And they are! I cannot stress how good they are. I've got a friend I'm trying to get to watch utena and I'm already prepared to send your whole channel her way.

Like, your Bet On It amv is just crazy - to the point I associate the whole song with utena instead of high school musical. High School Musical Who? I have driven home from work with the song blasting and in my head I'm thinking of the corrosponding imagery in my head. listened to the song a LOT just thinking of the amv. 'blame the world but never blame you' and it focusing on anthy. the start 'everybodys tryna get in my head' with everyone who manipluates utena? the bridge speeding up through all their utena/anthys relationship until utena gets up again at the climax of the song? This video is a masterpiece.

The vines and the tiktok sounds are soooo spot on and hilarious. every onee. and seeing an upbeat version of 'empty chairs at empty tables' to the end of utena emotionally altered something in me oh my lordie. I got introduced to the song The Draw from your other amv, which is SO PERFECT for the black rose arc?

And as a Lizzy McApline fan the ceilings youtube short took me OUT! the way the details about the car, the lines about 'you dont exist' being applied to utena's prince/akio, 'story ive seen before' being the prince/princess/witch ohturi mythology and ending with anthy at the end....... !!!!

All this to say I love all your utena edits on youtube and will be watching them many times over, as well as showing them to other people. Great work. ╰⁠(⁠*⁠´⁠︶⁠`⁠*⁠)⁠╯

🥺 This message is so damn nice and I have reread it multiple times cause oh my god your appreciation of my videos just makes me so happy and I'm so glad you watched and enjoyed them!! 😭 The support I've gotten from the fandom is very heartwarming, I just love it!!!

Yes hehe I'm the one behind all those videos! The Bet On It video specifically was one that lived in my head for YEARS until I finally sat down and decided to make it everyone else's problem too 😂 I would just listen to the song on repeat while geting overly emotional imagining Utena's journey and the fact I was tearing up to a Troy mf Bolton song was so unhinged 💀 yet now look at me, I have spread my vision like a plague amongst the fandom and everyone else gets to be just as unhinged over the golf course disney movie meme song as I am ⛳️ I would have it no other way. My favorite comments on that video are the ones along the lines of "I clicked this thinking it was gonna be funny but now I'm crying" cause if that doesn't just sum up the experience of Revolutionary Girl Utena itself then idk what does 😂

RGU's tonal conflict is one of my favorite things so choosing goofy audios for the end of the show was such a treat lmfao. And ugh The Draw is just such a good and ominous song. I rlly love how the Black Rose arc is all about radicalizing character's emotions to the point where they'll do anything to get what they think will fix their lives. Reverse therapy with Mikage is a hell of a drug. 🦋☞

I rlly feel like Ceilings captures that self-sacrificial "first love" feeling so many girls go through (especially with men) where they're uncomfortable and can't be open but ignore all those red flags until it gets to a point where things crumble and they realize the relationship never existed how they were imagining it. GAH THE FEELINGSSSS.

Sheesh thank you so much again for this message, it really brightened my week and was so touching to read. 😭💜 If I may humbly offer some video suggestions (if you haven't already watched them) I really love the For Your Love amv by Mari F and the Utena in 7 Minutes amv by Akilice. The first rlly captures that melancholic yet hopeful tone of Utena & Anthy and the latter has the audacity to make me emotional over a goddamn acapella Hamilton mashup of all things 💀 (the It's Quiet Uptown part literally destroys me every time.....). Digi Story has an Utena Deep Dive Analysis that I really enjoy, he talks about how RGU is "prismatic" in it's storytelling where there's no singular interpretation because there's just so much to look at and analyze. And finally, the Therefore You and Me animatic by edsartfactory literally changed my life it's ridiculously good!!

AHH thanks once again and I hope you have a great weekend!! 💞

#long post lolol #notorioushiphopcrew #my post #ask #GAH you are so lovely thank you

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Hello! For the choosing violence ask game: 8, 10, and 16?

omg hiiii!!! okay this is gonna be interesting. questions are from this post!

#8: common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

that haru doesn't or very rarely curses. when he's written in fics and he curses, it's often written like it's an anomaly, or just something he does during sexy time. but i would go as far as to say he probably curses more than rin does; you just don't see it because he keeps shit to himself.

i can totally see him preparing dinner, accidentally cutting himself with the knife and muttering a string of expletives to himself. or him saying shit along the lines of kutabare (fuck you) or shinjimae (go to hell) or even damare konoyarou (stfu you bastard) to rin as they playfully banter. or maybe even while he games and loses (i somehow have the inkling that when it comes to gaming, haru can be quite the rage quitter/sore loser. and makoto would be there to like, help him de-escalate.)

we've seen glimpses of how, in their younger years, makoto had to often remind haru to speak politely. and hence... y'know.

ALSO!!!!! in those angel/demon fics, rin is often written as the demon but!!!! i actually think him being the angel and haru being the demon makes more sense??? especially in those angel/incubi fics in particular. 'cause metaphorically speaking, haru is the type that needs to feed off people's energy in order not to "die." like how he feeds off rin's infectious, grandiose dreams before he can find his own, or how he gave in to nagisa's idea of starting the swim club. haru the incubi. nice ring to it.

#10: worst part of fanon

this question is kinda similar to the first. but here's what i think—the fact that sousuke is often written as this massive, constantly stormy character is?? so ?????? i say this because i see the potential for him to actually be a huge joker lmao. or a somewhat flirty, sarcastic asshole (affectionately).

like, imagine the banter he has with rin in private. remember how he teased rin about how he can see why rin admires haru so much? that rin is so enamoured with haru......'s swimming? imagine that but like, 29263726x more intense in private. and remember that episode where rin is packing for australia after his third year of high school and sourin come across momo's weird insect book and sousuke jokes about giving it away or some shit???? and he actually laughs? the man is not as brooding and angry all the time as fanon suggests.

i mean, yeah, this isn't exactly the worst thing about fanon, but it's the only thing that came to mind.

#16: you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

everyone has a right to like the things they like, but i personally (this is so hypocritical of me) find the slow burn friends to lovers trope SO BORING. i mean, yeah, it's sweet and all, but c'mon. give me major angst. give me rivals that hate each other's guts realising they'd mistaken their deep-rooted admiration and love and obsession for hatred and jealousy and murderous intent. give me "you better not die or else i'll kill you myself" type romance. give me "i'll burn myself to ashes to keep you warm" type of love.

friends to lovers is like, the most anticlimactic trope ever i'm sorry.

but i'm probably saying all this because i reaaaaaally like reading angst and plot twists soooo.

thanks for the asks! ❤️

#free!#ask game

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thomaslightwoodenthusiast · 1 year

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alright fuckers u asked for it u got it

here is my thomastair playlist

its fifteen songs long, could be subject to change we’ll see lol

it’s on spotify so i’m going to link it at the bottom of this post, but first i’m going to list the songs and artists and provide a little context as to why i believe it qualifies as a thomastair song 😈😈

1.) dixie boy - april smith and the great picture show

chose bc i absolutely love this song, and i love belting it when i’m home alone lol. it *is* sang by a girl, however a) her voice is beautiful and b) the lyrics just fit thomastair SO well. no spoilers ofc but think of when alastair said that he always noticed when others were looking at thomas and how much he hated it. that’s this song. although it could also be how thomas feels about charles LMAO

2.) medicine - royal sugar

got recommended these guys on ig and they’re great!! no reason other than it’s just a rly cool song, kinda sexy, it’s just great lol

3.) fleeting love - royal sugar

reminds me of earlier thomastair 💗🙏

4.) indigo - mouth culture

there aren’t many lyrics to this, but it’s one of my fave songs. such a chill, great vibe, just makes me picture the two of them sitting together in the evening, no words, just relaxing :)

5.) why’d you only call me when you’re high? - arctic monkeys

possibly the only song on this any of u will recognise HA. again no real reason. just i guess when they had their oh moment??

6.) loud - feed the biirds (not a typo)

they’re out. they’re happy. they don’t give a fuck who says what. they love each other and the whole world is gonna know.

7.) palo santo - years & years

the first of 3 y&y appearances. olly (the singer) is gay and i love how his music expresses his identity; he’s not shy about it. reminds me a little of the sanctuary scene??

8.) i need you to hate me - jc stewart

okay i’m gonna be honest this is here for 2 reasons. one, bc it makes so much sense for thomastair. how alastair was so desperate for thomas to not care about him so that neither of them got their hearts broken. two, because apparently jc stewart is from a place just down the road from where i live HA ni represent fr

9.) DKLA - troye sivan, tkay maidza

fuck it lol just makes sense to me

10.) sanctify -years & years

one of the lines is ‘you don’t have to be straight with me’ with heavy emphasis on the word straight and it makes me giggle so

11.) tout l’univers - gjon’s tears

okay it’s a eurovision song BUT i needed a french song!!! cause paris!!! if you want to look up a translation of the lyrics feel free, but here’s (roughly) what the chorus says:

all the universe // our two hearts beneath the earth // in the midst of failures, everything explodes // to be at the point of impact // without you

i am aware they are kind of sad lyrics but i think this song captures how tumultuous everything was for them at the start, especially from a personal point of view for alastair

12.) moon - the cab

i love alexander deleon’s (lead singer) work as bohnes soooo the cab are great too. again just a silly kinda sexy song lol. also just realised it’s called moon and la voyage dans la lune guys i’m so smart

13.) hypnotised - years & years

more early thomastair vibes. actually the y&y songs on this make me want to write smth. idk. i think early thomastair owns my heart tbh

14.) love it if we made it - the 1975

yes i dislike matty as much as the next person however this song means a lot to me personally. i don’t know why, but it has helped me through a lot, like a note to self kind of thing? anyways. yeah i love this song and i think it really represents the desperation of thomastair, particularly how thomas put so much effort into convincing alastair that they’d be ok, that they could be together. ‘i’d love it if we made it’ just makes me think of thomas tbh. and!!! it’s all good bc!!! they did!!!

15.) hit and run - lolo

okay i’m going to be honest. i wanted there to be specifically 15 songs and so i needed to think of a final one to add. i really like this one, and thomastair often comes to mind when i listen to it. like i could just see them doing something borderline illegal or generally stupid and running away laughing because they’re just two idiots in love. lowkey oneshot idea of them being a criminal duo? who knows

that’s it for now, happy listening and feel free to add your own songs! you should be able to, i think it’s public and if you really want you can follow my spotify lol

here is the link:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6uSxw4bJefjV9iTQaEPZYD?si=BByxWrnLTwObcEM2PYbD3A

#shadowhunters #lgbtq #the shadowhunter chronicles #queer #the last hours #chain of gold #thomastair #alastair carstairs #chain of iron #thomas lightwood #chain of thorns

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patrickcharlton-oshea-author · 11 months

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Waging War: An Age of Steam and Sorcery novel. Chapter Eight.

“Soooo, I’m probs going to have to log out soon,” Peter said. “I know it’s early but I have to get home before dark.”

Dani looked around, confusion evident on her face. “Uh, ok mate. You do that.”

“You can’t get signal in your house?” Warren asked.

“I can try, but you know my mum,” Peter waved a hand. “Or, maybe you don’t? Anyway, she hated The Age because my Dad worked on it. Now that they’re getting divorced she hates it more. If she finds out it’s the game I’m invested in, watch out.”

“Then we’re going to have to wrap it up soonish I suppose,” Pham complained. “We’ve barely started the run.”

“Ehhh, we’ve some a long way from Averton.” Peter countered. “Woz picked a fight with his cousin and we’ve just arrived in a new city.”

They had all left the house via the church and were leaning on the rail that looked out over the water. The wind ruffled their hair and brought the scent of salt water to their noses. Peter marvelled again at the realism of the game world he found himself in. Over the edge, seagulls wheeled and cried. They cold see the roiling masses as Travellers and NPCs mingled in the streets and markets. Many Travellers distinguished themselves with distinctively magical or powerful technological equipment, though many more were less identifiable as one or the other. In a city like this, the watch patrolled in matched groups, pairing a clear mages with high-tech partners.

When Peter pointed out this fact, Pham explained. “Tech interferes with magic, magic interferes with tech. You put a machine pistol in the hand of a wizard, it’ll jam. If an engineer picks up a wand, it could explode. Or turn into a duck. Duck. I’m trying to say duck, why can’t I say duck?”

“Profanity filter for underage players?” Peter suggested.

“Fork that.”

Dani’s confusion deepened, but she shrugged it off. She was used to Pham being weird by now. “So, if you have to head out soon on a solo quest, why don’t we stock up on consumables?”

“Ach, weel,” Warren agreed, “Tha’s a bonny idee. The dungeon we’re aboot to delve is full o’ danger. Peter’s gonnae need a potion belt anna full load. Furst stop will be the blacksmith though. Imma need some dents knocked out. Reckon Pham’ll need a spot ‘o parts an’ Dani’s short a shot or two I’d say.”

“Woz, is your accent back because you’re about to go up against your cousin again?” Pham asked.

“Ah dinnae ken what yer on aboot,” Warren stared off into the distance, Dorian style. :Nae wheest yersel.”

“You’re not entirely wrong, mate,” Dani said. “I’m getting a bit short on bolts for the crossbows, but I’m not sure how that’ll go now I’ve got the new bang stick.”

Knowing they were on a timetable, the four took a funicular to the bazaar to stock up for the next night’s adventure. Their first stop was, as Warren suggested, the blacksmith shop.

Unlike Averton, the shop the entered was purely devoted to supplying melee fighters with protective apparel. There were no weapons on the walls, just pieces of armour in various hues and weights. Peter marvelled at a codpiece on a rack in the deepest recesses of the shop, close by to the forge itself. It was held at chest height on a rack made of what appeared to be solid steel, and thick steel at that. Peter tried his Appraise skill on it, but only received a series of question marks in response. All he could glean was the name, Codpiece of the Donkey, Slayer of Dragons.

Must be well above my level, he realised as he read the description. I hope that thing has some spectacular disease resistance.

Warren strode straight up to the smith and held out a suit of armour in a pile. Peter recognised it as the suit Warren had worn in the fight against the Paragon of Lust, the person who claimed to have been in a relationship with his father. Peter was a little conflicted about having absorbed the soul of that person, but only a litte. That said soul was now being used to power Bani’s house definitely offset any guilt.

Peter left the blacksmith and went looking for a place that specialised in leather armour. His own protective equipment was looking a bit worse for wear after his last respawn. After angering the Heart of the Forest, every single mob in the whole zone had descended on him and he’d not gone quietly into the night. His fight or flight instinct had kicked in, and his wings weren’t yet big enough to support his weight.

Dani and Pham went shopping together. Despite their differences, the components they needed were quite similar and sold at the same shops.

“So what you’re saying is that your needle launcher still consumes resources?” Phma asked.

“Yeah, the tier two shots need stuff to power their effects,” Dani said. “It came with a full tank, but I used up a whole bunch of components while we were hunting in the woods.”

“So where does it go in?” Pham asked, intrigued. “It’s not like there’s a funnel or anything.”

“I’m running a bit short of basic poison,” Dani held up the weapon she’d received from defeating Lust and completing a Geas. She pressed on a catch and the base of the barrel-like buttstock opened on a hinge. She took what looked like a bound tuft of grass from a pouch and dropped it in and closed the lid. After a moment, one of the crystal chambers swirled with bubbles and filled slightly with green liquid. “That was snake grass from the Grogmarsh. Not the strongest toxin I have, but this thing doesn’t seem to care.”

“So what you’re saying is that any toxin will do to fill the poison chamber?” Pham marvelled. “The nature of the toxin doesn’t matter?”

“The more exotic the toxin the more it drains the chamber,” Dani explained, “but also the more exotic the component the more it fills, it seems.” Dani popped open the butt of the weapon and produced a vial with a glass dropper. “Necrotoxin, one drop.” The single drop filled the chamber completely.

“Daaaaaang, where’d you get that stuff?”

Dani paused for a moment to think. “Some bloke called Asano, I think? An affliction specialist.”

“Affliction magic?” Dani pulled a face. “Ugh. I hate magicians.”

“I’ve noticed that, but why?” Dani asked.

“Because it all happens by magic,” Dani grimaced. “In this world everything happens via either science or magic. I can figure out how the science part works. You can run the numbers and get solid results. When you introduce magic anything can happen. The rules go out the window.”

“Magic has rules too, you know.”

“Sure it does,” Pham dismissed, walking off.

When the four met up once more in the square that looked over the water, they compared their finds. Dani’s weapon was slung over her back, bubbling with liquids of multiple hues. Pham had a small riot of clanks following him. Warren and Peter were still wearing the same armour as before but had a few new accessories.

“So,” Peter said, “I gotta go now, but we hit a dungeon tomorrow night, yes?”

“Aye, tis true,” Warren confirmed. “I see your new belt is full Peter. Ancient potions?”

Peter modelled his new potion belt, the four loops bearing red flasks. “Yeah, they taste pretty good. Pricey but worth it.”

“And they’ve been tested so they don’t give you a bad reaction?” Dani confirmed.

Peter nodded, knowing what happened last time. “Pham, you seem to have built an army there.”

“Pffft,” Pham dismissed. “This isn’t an army. I’ve just been experimenting with the scales. Each one of my new friends has a different effect. I was just able to measure the payload more accurately.”

“Payload?” Warren asked. “Last time you used that word I got very worried. Should I be worried this time?”

“Oh yeah, for sure. We are headed into the same dungeon, after all.”

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aceofwands · 2 years

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okay but why are some medical providers so fucking patronising and dismissive??

I had my 4th covid vax shot earlier today - and as I have for every other jab, I asked to get it lying down. the GP (or nurse? honestly not sure) said no worries, went to prep the dose, and it was only when she was actually jabbing me that she said she would "try to make it painless so that next time you can get it sitting up" :) :) :)

cue my shocked rambling about how this was actually for her benefit, as the last time I'd thought I could get a blood test sitting up, I lost consciousness halfway between the chair and the bed (that I was trying to get to once I realised what was happening) - this GP wandered off before I could even get to the part about how I returned to consciousness after 60 seconds to find myself half lying on the bed I'd just barely made it into, with the nurse in that instance telling me I could let go of my handbag that I'd apparently been clutching onto for dear life -

this incident occurred after 2 years of weekly acupuncture where I thought I had conquered my presumed needlephobia, as I had always assumed it was a fear thing

this incident was when I learned that all of the passing out and being carried by my friends to the nurses' office after getting vaccines when I was a high schooler was 100% a physiological reaction, not a psychological one

(my sister and I got our first jabs together at a hospital vaccination centre and she had to lie down in the nurse's office for 15 minutes after feeling dizzy, woozy and nauseous about 3 minutes after getting her jab sitting up. she wasn't allowed to go until the nurse on duty was satisfied her blood pressure had returned to normal - soooo. totally genetic)

and yet

some medical providers act either surprised or condescending when I ask them very politely for the simple accommodation that will ensure I can safely get a jab without passing out onto them

which will also save me the discomfort of breaking out in a sweat and feeling like I'm going to puke before promptly losing consciousness and having to recover from that unnecessary ordeal

I lie down, I get the jab (or the blood test, of which I've also had to have many), I wait a few minutes to ensure my body doesn't have any sort of reaction, I get up and leave

and yet

the idea that a patient might understand their own body and its reactions enough to ask for a reasonable accommodate is presumably unacceptable to some medical providers, who think that treating us like infants is a better approach instead

absolutely infuriating

#medical #needles tw

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so-much-nonsense · 4 months

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the absolute enigma

what does it take? to be at peace. to get used to things. to not feel overwhelmed everytime you experience something mildly unusual. i am super tired of feeling, i wish i could stop. watching the vampire diaries now makes me so nostalgic and i wish i had a humanity switch to just fucking shut everything off. i know this lacks all kinds of context so ill get started on a few things. today i visited someone at the hospital. a specific someone who is the most important person in my life. its nothing serious but its the most serious thing. anyways, given that i have spent so much time in and around hospitals i couldnt help but assure myself that i am used to it and that its nothing new. well, turns out only one of those two things are correct. this is nothing new to me, i have been spending so much time at hospitals since i was 10. what and why can be ignore because the reasons vary vividly from very deadly surgeries to a simple token. the feeling of walking down the long and empty hallways that are dimly lit is the feeling i know like the back of my hand. looking at terminally ill humans and just walking away as my heart cripples is a yearning that comes to me as easily as blinking. BUT what i have realised today, is that no matter how many times i do this, i will never get used to this. everytime it is still a fresh, overwhelming experience. but what matters is that this person is fine and so am i. that is it. also i keep thinking about a lot of things, always, obviously. but recently ive been pondering upon how people keep changing a lot. like a lot of time i spend thinking about this is wasted daydreaming or sum shit. this is what haunts me. everything that happens inside my brain is never real enough for the world but to me its the closest to reality ive ever been. idk if i should listen to myself or literally everyone else. its also about how i never want to give up. like, tf?? will i ever be ready to give up? honestly, i dont think so. because i want this to change. i do want to give up on certain things, that is what will enable me to enjoy what i have right now. the yearning to grow and want and have more, the potential to be in possesion of the best, is simply disabling me from enjoying where i am at right now. i keep thinking about how i dont enjoy the things i have now and how i let all the experiences pass because i am hopeful that i will get to experience something better. i can tell that i am never completely present in any situation, i keep thinking i will have the best situations to be present in. heck, i shouldve already been there, i should be there now. but i am not. i am simply choosing to deny where i am right now because i am not where i want to be. it makes a lot of sense when put into words but i hate that for myself. i like to cherish every experience, low or high. but right now, all i can think is, i am commercially analysing this and im getting into all types of politics in my head. maybe the thoughts are isolating themselves to change my likes and dislikes because thats one way of grieving. i dont want this. i hate this. hence, i want to give up on my dreams. but can i ever? i really do not think soooo ughhhh. maybe thats because i keep thinking that my dreams are not really dreams, they are goals that can be achieved. and somewhere i know that if i try hard enough i will achieve them but i just dont know why im not putting in the effort. or just why i did not put the effort the first time. but fuck it. im gonna try again. what have i got to lose? where i am right now. i hate that possibility. ik its not the greatest place but there is something about this that just clicks with me. so, like i said, ill keep trying. lol. and... uh... yeah, thats pretty much it for now. REGARDLESS (the irony), what kanan said about existential crisis flows in my veins: give up your dreams, death is coming, lets party!!

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