#i have so many friends who serve on school boards to try to stop this kind of crap

[pleaseeeimjustagirl]

Reinvent Yourself In 2024

The new year Is almost here and it is time for us to lock in on our goals babes! This upcoming year is a fresh start so whatever has happened this year that hasn’t benefitted you can be left behind and what was beneficial we will take into the new year. I know many of us are on self-improvement journeys and working on connecting with our higher selves. This is my guide to help us reinvent ourselves<3

Takeaways from this year 

♡ Reflect on this year. Did you face any hardships? What growth did you have? Have you made any new friends? Write down how your year has been so far and the takeaways from this year the good and the bad.

♡ Look back on your goals. What goals did you set for this year and did you achieve them? If you didn’t achieve all your goals it is okay to take them with you into 2024 if they align with your higher self.

♡ Accept this year for what it was. This year has happened and maybe it did not go the way you thought it did or maybe it did but either way come to terms with what has happened this year release it and go into the new year with a clean slate.

What does your higher self look like?

These are important questions to ask yourself when trying to reinvent yourself. The person that you want to become who is she? What does she do for a living? Where does she go? What does she eat? What are her hobbies? Who are her friends? I advise that you write down an outline of your higher self answer all of the questions and add anything else that you think of. Script out her daily habits and schedule. You can write a paragraph or more it is all up to you babes<3.

Setting goals for the new year

♡ Write out your goals for the new year. Be specific are you trying to lose weight? Learn a new language? Get your driver's license. Go back to school? Whatever your goals are big and small just make sure to write them out and make sure they are realistic and attainable.

♡ Create a vision board. Vision boards are super important it is always good to have a visual of your goals and higher self. You can create a physical vision board using magazines/printed-out images and craft supplies. Or you can create a digital vision board using Canva/Pinterest. Keep your vision board in a place where you will see it every day my vision board is on my MacBook because I use it every day I'm using it right now to type this post so ill have my goals always in front of me.

What you need to let go of 

♡ Scarcity mindset. Believe in yourself and your goals. There is enough room for everyone to be successful even you! You can read my blog post on how to have an abundance mindset for more details<3.

♡ Social media. Take a break all of that scrolling isn’t healthy. Social media can take up a lot of our time without realizing it. If you can, look at how much of your screen time you spend weekly on social media. 

♡ Learn to enjoy your own company. "This year is all about your personal growth. Sometimes, we tend to use other people as shields to avoid facing reality and to feel safe. However, you need to learn how to enjoy your own company. Try out different hobbies until you find the ones you like and enjoy.”

♡ Negative self-talk. You have to be your biggest cheerleader this year. So learn to speak kindly to yourself through affirmations and gratitude journaling. When you have a negative thought about yourself combat it with two nice thoughts. And remember when you are being mean to yourself you're being mean to the child version of you.

♡ People pleasing. This year is about you babes! Put your waist and needs first. Stop people pleasing at the cost of your comfort. To achieve greatness you need to put yourself first. I'm not saying to be extremely selfish no of course not. But do not do things that make you uncomfortable to make someone else comfortable.

♡ Friendships that do not serve you. If you are in a friendship that is toxic or you feel undervalued and do not see the benefit from the friendship end it now. Do not take people who do not align with your higher self into the new year they will drag you down. Don't completely ghost the person but surely distance yourself and move from friends to more acquaintances.

♡ Masculine Energy. We need to rest in our femininity this year. And felinity looks different for everyone aesthetically but I'm talking about resting in that soft energy and letting our femininity ooze out this year.

My final thoughts  

♡ There will be people and habits that you will have to leave in 2023 and that is okay 

♡ Be kind to yourself! Talk to yourself with love this year and focus on bettering your mental health. If you need to go to therapy invest in therapy, read the self-help books, and have fun this year don’t be super strict on yourself.

♡ Be very intentional this year about where you go, who you hang out with, what you eat, and so on.

You can start planning for the new year now if you haven’t already we have a couple of days till New Year's Eve (12/31 my birthdayyy i’m turning 21 im super exciteddd). I'm so happy to be going into the new year with you girlies and I can’t wait to see what this year bring us<3.

New year book recommendations

♡ “The 12 Week Year” by Brian P. Moran, Michael Lennington. I highly recommend this book helps us break our year into 4 quarters so you can effectively achieve your new year goals.

♡ “The Mountain Is You” by Brianna Wiest I've recommended this book in my You’re Postponing Your Dream Life blog post. This book is perfect for anyone dealing with self-sabotage I've been reading it and I love it the author opens you up to a different view of self-sabotage. 

♡ “Atomic Habits” by James Clear is the perfect book for any of my girlies who want to be able to build and maintain habits. I highly recommend it because the habits that our higher selves have are usually habits we don’t have in this book, the author teaches you how to accomplish more by doing less.

♡ "How to Survive Your Childhood Now That You're an Adult: A Path to Authenticity and Awakening,” by Ira Israel this book is for my babes who have childhood trauma and would like to heal those wounds in the new year. The author explains how to let go of negative habits, thoughts, and behaviors that may have developed in childhood.

#that girl lifestyle #becoming her #becoming that girl #that girl #green juice girl #clean girl #pink pilates princess #pink pilates girl #pink pill #new year #new me #reinvent yourself #im rebranding #resetting #self worth #self help #self reflection #self growth #self love #self care #self improvement #self development #inner peace #inner work #self reflecting #dream girl #glow up #it girl #it girl energy #girlblogging

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no i understand u about femininity like i was raised by a single mom so you would think i would be on the inside, but she immigrated here from el salvador when she was 15 and never stopped working since. it's understandable why she didn't really teach me how to be "feminine" whatever that means. i taught myself how to wear makeup and paint my nails and do things "girls" do. i also grew up with 2 older brothers so i never really got to be a princess, i was practically a little boy for the first few years of life. i can understand that feeling of being on the outside of femininity. like in middle school too all the girls i wanted to be friends with let me hang around but i was always on the outside, a couple steps behind trying to understand the joke (like 70% sure i'm on the spectrum but thats a different conversation). i'm very fortunate now to have many girl friends who help me redefine femininity everyday. i still feel bad sometimes bc ik i'm never gonna be the girl who wears mini skirts and heels everyday, but i'm working on my definition of femininity bc it's subjective like love (however i do wish sometimes i was just programmed to be hyperfem it would make this shit a LOT easier). on a related note, my kitty!reader moodboard is mostly her serving chicana cunt like she dresses like a fly adam sandler and her face is beat and she has on all her gold jewelry. bc she's just a girl and wants to be comfortable AND cute when she's running from the cops.

this was a lot but JUST KNOW YOU ARE A GIRLS GIRL IN MY BOOK MOON!!!

-a girl who might not be called a girls girl

see u get it...I have lots of complex feelings about it ive been in a subculture thats considered THEE hyperfeminine subculture since I was 11 but it's changed so much to the point its unrecognizable and I sometimes feel unwelcome in a subculture that I was now of the ogs of its so strange....

and lots of my feelings about it rlly stem from my mom being a tomboy growing up so I had to teach myself and then im black so thats another layer of not feeling feminine enough AND THEN like while I appreciate the girly pink hyperfem look it just does not appeal to me in my personal life? I think thats why I relate kitten and foxy the most as someone who's a pretty rough/vulgar girl and ive always been weird so it's like....would love to be a cute bunny girl but cursed to be a weird kitten girl....like I feel like my personality isn't all nice and sweet and its like hm is that a failure of myself or a failure of those who have made me feel less that because of it

like all of these are from the Pinterest board and its like yea! this is how I view myself and its feminine to me ....but I know it's hard dealing w the cognitive dissonance

but anyways I say all this to say ty for getting what I meant I was so tired and I felt like I wasn't conveying myself properly

#✨.txt #dulc3vida

[all-the-things-2020]

Further Along the Way- Chapter Sixteen

Summary: Bad news at the Academy, and Mariana prepares for battle.

Rating: PG

There was a tension on campus when Din stepped through the gate. He was a few minutes early for the weekly staff meeting, so he ducked into Garrick’s office on the way, but his friend wasn’t there. This wasn’t suspicious in its own right, as Garrick often helped the Colonel set up for the meetings, but it didn’t alleviate the uneasy feeling that settled over Din. He headed for the lecture hall.

Garrick was already there and he didn’t look happy. Neither did the Colonel. They both gave Din a grim look as he came in and took a seat. “Any idea what’s going on?” Sergeant Honnal said, taking a seat in the row behind him.

“No,” Din said. “But I don’t like it.”

Garrick left the Colonel and slid into the seat next to Din. “Hey,” he said wearily.

“What’s up?” Din asked. Garrick simply shook his head and said, “You’ll find out in a minute.” He nodded toward the Colonel, who was stepping behind the podium and adjusting the microphone. The meeting was about to begin.

“Good morning, friends,” Braxden said quietly. The room fell silent immediately. “There was a meeting of the Board of Directors last night, as some of you may know. At this meeting, some … changes were made to our operating procedures for the coming school term.” He cleared his throat. “Please remember that I am simply reporting the decision of the board, and that decision does not necessarily reflect the opinion of the military itself.”

“Oh, shit, this sounds bad,” Honnal said.

“In a few weeks, at the conclusion of the current school term, our fourth year cadets will be graduating. This will be the last Academy class that will include non-human graduates.”

“What the hell?,” someone behind Honnal said.

“Beginning with the new term, non-human students will no longer be accepted at Clarvos Academy. Those students currently in their first, second, or third year will not be returning. Only human students will be admitted to next year’s first year class, and all subsequent classes.”

Braxden held up his hand to stop the swell of protests that was starting to rise from the staff. “I know,” he said. “I know. Many of us have served with non-human personnel and find no justification for this blatant discrimination, but unfortunately while our academy is allied with the Thantosian military, it is not run by it. The Academy is a private institution, governed and funded by a board of directors based here in Clarvos City. I assure you that I have informed my own superiors at military headquarters, and that a letter of protest will be filed with the board, but at this time, there is not much we as a staff can do. Thank you. This meeting is dismissed.”

Din stared at Garrick. “Did you know about this?”

“Found out this morning,” Garrick said miserably. “The Colonel called me in early and he was fuming. We spent an hour going over our contract with the Board, trying to see if we can override them, but for now, there’s nothing we can do.” He sighed. “It’s Shandilon’s parents behind it, I’m sure. They’re old line Clarvonians and ever since he died, they’ve been pushing their agenda. He’s on the Board and so is her cousin.”

“It’s a load of bantha shit,” Honnal grumbled. “General Grantham won’t stand for it, I can tell you that.”

“Unfortunately, General Mikko is in charge of the Academy liaison program,” Garrick said, “and his brother-in-law is married to the daughter of the president of the Board.”

Braxden approached them. “Mr. Djarin, I’ve asked Corporal Zim to start your first period class. Can you meet me in my office in five minutes?”

“Of course, sir,” Din replied. He glanced at Garrick, but his friend would only shrug. Obviously, the Colonel had told him not to talk, which did not bode well for Din.

A few minutes later, he entered the Colonel’s office. Braxden sat slumped in his chair behind his desk, which was strewn with data pads and papers. “Have a seat, Djarin,” he said.

Might as well cut to the chase, Din thought. “Am I being fired?,” he asked.

“No,” Braxden said. “Oh, stars, no.” He shook his head. “They tried, but according to the contract, only I can dismiss personnel. They strongly suggested you not be asked back for next term, but I declined. So … they’re going to try another tactic.”

“What’s that?”

“This is absolutely ridiculous,” Braxden said. ”But they’re trying to get you investigated on grounds of immorality.”

“What?”

“The Board can remove a staff member if they are deemed a threat to the moral well being of our students,” Braxden explained. “As far as these hardline Clarvonians are concerned, the fact that you have a non-human child is grounds enough, but the military takes a different view.”

“Then why do they want to investigate me?” Din was confused.

Braxden leaned back in his chair and sighed. There were bags under his eyes and Din suspected the Colonel hadn’t slept much last night. “Someone told someone that Cadet Glenna Laren mentioned she’d been at your residence.”

“That’s true,” Din admitted. “She and two other cadets stopped by last week. They brought lintar cakes and some other gifts.”

Braxden nodded and scribbled some notes on a pad. “Who was with her?”

“Pando Florenz and Klaarmat X’intari,” Din said.

“And they were both there the entire time?”

‘’Yes,” Din said, frustrated. “So was my wife. In fact, she was the one who let them in, because I wasn’t even home when they arrived. I came home from the market and they were already there.”

“Good,” Braxden nodded, adding to his notes. “How long did they stay?”

“I don’t know, maybe an hour? I put away the groceries, made a pot of kaf, we all had a cup and a lintar cake, talked for a little while, then they left.”

“And you were never alone with Laren?”

“Of course not!” Din said.

Braxden raised his hand. “I’m not accusing you, Mr. Djarin,” he said. “I told you this was ridiculous. I’m just trying to keep this from getting out of hand. I’ll get statements from Laren, Florenz, and X’intari, possibly one from your wife, if necessary. Shandilon can bluster all he wants, but if there is no proof of anything untoward happening, he can’t make a move against you.”

Din slumped in his chair. “So what do I do now?”

“Nothing,” Braxden said. “You go to class and carry on as if nothing’s happened, because nothing has.” He stood up and held out his hand. Din stood as well. “Shandilon is a nasty piece of work, but you taught his son, so that’s no surprise to you. I’ll take care of him. You just do what I hired you to do.”

“Yes, sir,” Din said, shaking the Colonel’s hand. “Thank you.”

**************************************

Florenz and Laren were fuming when they came into the classroom. Din shook his head at them before they could say a word. Class proceeded as usual, but the two hung back when the bell rang to signal the beginning of the lunch period.

“The Colonel spoke to you,” Din said once the three of them were alone.

“Yes,” Florenz said bitterly. “I can’t believe …” he trailed off, shaking his head.

“I can,” Laren said with a sigh. “I mouthed off to them after the debriefing, told them exactly what I thought of their precious son.”

“It’s not your fault,” Din reassured her.

“We shouldn’t have gone to your house, sir,” she said. “If we hadn’t …”

Din cut her off with a raised hand. “If you hadn’t, they’d have tried some other angle,” he said. “They’re bitter over the death of their son and they want to blame someone for it. I’m an easy target.”

“Well, they can talk all the shit they want about you, sir, but the Colonel’s got your back,” Florenz said. “So do we.” He grabbed Laren’s hand and squeezed it tightly.

“Thank you,” Din said. “Now go get some lunch before you run out of time.” He shooed them out, noticing that they were still holding hands as they walked out of the room.

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X’intari stalked into the classroom like a wildcat. Din had never seen the boy so confident .. or so angry. “If Helix Shandilon wasn’t already dead ….”

“Cadet,” Din warned him, but X’intari barreled on.

“I’d kill him myself,” he finished.

“And what good would that do?” Din asked.

The Bendaski stared him in the eye for a long moment before backing off just a bit. “Not much,” he admitted. “But it would certainly feel good.”

The other cadets were staring curiously at them, but Din declined to elaborate. X’intari, on the other hand, was more than ready to explain.

“Helix’ parents are trying to get Mr. Djarin fired,” he said. “They asked the Colonel to let him go and he said no. So they ‘suggested’ he not be asked back next year, and the Colonel said no to that, too. Now they’re trying to get him investigated on grounds of immoral behavior, which is banthashit.” His hands tightened into fists. “I just had to give a sworn statement that when Pando and Glenna and I went to the Djarin’s house last week that … that Glenna and Mr. Djarin were never alone at any time … and it’s just so fucked up!”

“Easy, Klaarmat,” Din said.

‘No! I’m not going to take it easy. These … people think I’m worthless. Well, okay, I’ve been dealing with that for years. But to go after you just because of your son … because you gave me a chance … to accuse you of ….” He sputtered off into incoherence.

“They’re angry,” Din told him. “They lost their son and they’re looking for someone, anyone to blame. Their default position is to accuse ‘them’. Whoever they deem ‘them’ to be.”

The rest of the cadets stood quietly while X’intari slowly calmed down. “I’m sorry, everyone,” he said finally. “I lost my temper.”

“We’re all mad,” Coran Maxlor said. “We’ve all heard the rumor about them not letting non-human cadets in next year. My composition instructor is going to resign. She told us today.” He shook his head. “My brother was looking forward to taking her class next year, and now he won’t get to.”

X’intari turned to Din. “You aren’t going to resign, are you, sir?” His orange eyes were wide.

“No,” Din said. “I don’t like what the board is doing, but if I resign in protest, they get what they want. I’m staying.”

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Mariana was furiously typing on her data pad when Din got home. She held up one finger to forestall him, tapped a few more keys, then laid the pad down. “I’m having lunch with Mrs. Shandilon tomorrow,” she said. “If she’s brave enough.”

“The Colonel spoke to you,” Din said simply.

“Damn right he did,” she said. “And I told him I’ll give him a statement if he needs one, but first I’m going to have a talk with Helix’ mother and see if I can straighten this whole mess out.”

Her data pad pinged. She picked it up. “How kind of her,” she said. “She just happens to have an hour available for me in her busy schedule.”

“Go easy on her, cyar’ika,” Din warned. “She just lost her son.”

Mariana tilted her head to one side. “Seriously? The woman and her husband are trying to ruin your career and you want me to go easy on her?”

“I didn’t say be nice,” Din said. “Just don’t kill her or anything.” He winked. “Are the boys asleep?”

“Yes, finally,” Mariana said. “I’ve been trying to work on a paper, but every time Cabur went down, Ad’ika wanted to play, and then when I got him tired out, Cabur woke up and wanted to eat ….” She smiled wearily. “Then I got the comm from the Colonel.”

“Work on your paper,” Din said. “I’ll take over with the boys.” As if on cue, Cabur’s thin wail came through the open bedroom door.

Mariana sighed. “He’s hungry again,” she said. “You can’t handle that, but as soon as he’s fed, you’re on duty.” Din fetched the baby, with Ad’ika trailing behind him, clutching Froggy and yawning.

“My Cabur epar,” Ad’ika said sleepily. “Me epar?”

“Yes, ad, we’ll all eat,” Din said. He looked over at Mariana. “Guess I’m making dinner.”

“Good,” she said, settling Cabur at her breast. “Time you started earning your keep around here.”

“Oh, I pity Mrs. Shandilon,” Din said as he started rummaging through the cupboards. “She does not know what she’s in for.”

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Mando’a words:

epar = eat

#the mandalorian #star wars #grogu #pedro pascal character fanfiction #baby yoda #din djarin #din djarin x original female character #din djarin fanfiction

[quickhacked]

i can't pick just one of those OCs to ask about... SO! gimme your favourite fact(s) about each of them!

THAMKS AAA ok so a little bit of background info first: darkwater creek is a town that's essentially stuck in some sort of a pocket dimension >:^) you can enter town freely but as soon as you're in there it's very difficult to leave because trying to leave town almost always results into wandering directly into a place called the loop, which is a ring-shaped dimension in this other dimension which is also nearly impossible to escape from <3

if people are interested, here's my pin board for darkwater creek and here's the one for the loop tee hee >:^)

the characters i drew are all from darkwater creek! aside from the town being a setting for an original story i'm also working on making it into a TTRPG >:^) the characters are all from different lineages and archetypes which give the players different features to play with in the game, it's not finished yet in the slightest but it's a start and i am VERY excited about it teehee

so jin and suki are twins. or. well. that's what they tell other people. in reality, jin is suki's clone :) cloning people is a thing that can happen in darkwater creek, they have. pretty fucked up technologies there because of a special energy they get from the loop which kind of serves like magic a little bit but it's Different <3 either way suki's parents cloned her when she was younger and then used the large sum of money they got from it to try and escape town, and they left suki there with her new twin sister. the girls are now obsessed with the loop and try to find a safe way to travel to and from it because they believe their parents are stuck in there and they have. so many questions for them that they want answered. understandably so LMAO

the twins are best friends of armando who is arguably the most normal one of the whole group <3 he's the only one who doesn't have loop energy running through his veins so he's lichrally just some guy but!! he is very friendly and social and knows a lot of people in town, and just in general knows a lot about town and about history :) he's also very interested in the loop and is helping the twins with their research <3

ryder is also part of their friend group, the four of them have been besties since middle school basically <3 the problem is, ryder died in a car accident in their last year of high school :( the crash happened at the edge of town and ryder's body was never found because they ended up in the loop somehow and loop energy turned them into a phantom, meaning they're kind of stuck between dimensions and neither fully dead nor fully alive. the twins can see ryder because of the loop energy but armando can't actually see or hear them which is. a bit difficult sometimes since ryder DOES still hang out with them. but they're making it work <3 LMFAO

it's important to know that they were all besties in high school because they also weren't all that popular there :( bullied even on some occasions, by the popular kids. and gaige was friends with those kids back in school </3 not a bully himself but also did not do anything to stop his friends out of fear of being disliked etc etc and so on, basically a pathetic wet rag of a man but at least his tits looked good while doing it. at some point he stumbled into the loop on accident while piss drunk and he got stuck in that dimension for about a month (which equals to about two loop years so he was in there for a while aha xoxo), to the point it turned him into a necron; still sort of human, but his physical form is always falling apart a little bit </3 when he stumbled out of the loop again he was found by the twins and. well. soon enough everyone in town was scared of him </3 but the twins, armando and ryder aren't so they allow him to stick around and he becomes just some guy and now they're friends <3

that is all i have about the gang right now!! i'm hoping that now that i've actually drawn all of them i'll have motivation to do more with them but we shall see >:^)

#asks #bourbon-the-huckster #ask:armando #ask:gaige #ask:jin #ask:ryder #ask:suki #oc asks #me 🤝 armando; liking our men pathetic #gaige has a long way to go but it helps that the gang has never seen him specifically as a threat <3 #plus he really is just some guy. he was pretending to be cool but again. pathetic little man!! he's not little he's 2.09m tall #i'm very passionate about the twins too they're so so so special to me... so much could've happened between them but here they are #considering each other a sister. no bad blood between them. just trying to find their parents to try and get answers #i need to write more about ryder too i haven't had the chance to come up with much for them yet but #that's also because i haven't worked a lot on the phantom lineage yet... SOON

[purplesurveys]

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If you had the last person you kissed’s Facebook password, would you go snooping through their stuff? Why or why not? Yeah, that’s a no can do. No reason other than they’re simply not in my life anymore.

Have you ever fainted? If so, when was the last time? If not have you ever come close? Yeah it’s been a while since it last happened, but I’ve definitely fainted more frequently than most people. I don’t do well with dehydration and heat. 

Do you trick or treat? If so, how old will you be when you stopped? If not, how old were you when you stopped? I haven’t done it since high school but I have a very “never say never” approach when it comes to things like trick or treating, if that makes sense? Like if a group of friends would make plans to do it, I’d always be on board.

Ever take a keyboarding class? Do you type using the skills you learned in class, or how you used to before you took the class? Yeah we had typing lessons in the earlier years of grade school; during exams, we were even required to bring handkerchiefs to cover our hands so that we could be checked on whether we’ve memorized the QWERTY format or not. But after those classes I never really used the ‘correct way’ and I’ve always typed with only my index and middle fingers.

What did the last umbrella you used look like? There’s nothing remarkable about it other than it being black.

How many pairs of boots do you own? I don’t own any pair of boots. Ever cut your hair (the entire thing - not just the bangs or a little part) yourself? Nah, my hands are too clumsy. I’d wreck my hair in minutes.

Do you find your best friend’s significant other/crush attractive? He’s fairly good-looking but I’m not personally attracted to him.

What do you do with your clothes that don’t fit anymore or just don’t want? I turn them over to my mom, who decides if she’ll donate them or give them as hand-me-downs to relatives.

Do you cut out coupons? That’s not a thing here.

Does anyone in your house play Xbox Live? You’re talking to a Playstation household, buddy.

What was the last school you attended (if you’re still in school, put the name of the school you attended before you came to that school) I went to UP for college.

Would you ever date a co-worker? No. Besides my last relationship rendering me emotionless (lol), that set-up could also be potentially damaging to my day-to-day work.

Did you ever breathe in helium and talk funny afterwards? I haven’t had the chance but I’ve always wanted to try.

Would you ever open your own business? If so, what kind of business could you imagine yourself having? You know, this thought has crossed my mind recently. It’d be cool to open some sort of Namjooning-themed café where people can go for rest or co-working or catching up with friends. It could be a family business if my family would be interested, given my parents’ background in hotel and restaurant management, and then my sister and I would tag team on the creative and marketing aspects...

Given my completely non-existent knowledge on business management, though, this would 100% remain a dream. It’s just a nice little happy thought that I like to think about sometimes.

When shopping, do you ever head straight for the clearance or sales rack? Nah I kind of just follow the route of the store and see if I find some pieces that I like along the way.

What’s your biggest pet peeve at your job? I hate the client servicing part of it which should technically serve as the biggest red flag for me now, given that I work in an AGENCY lmao. I’m already scouring new opportunities - for real now - and actually had a call with an e-commerce brand today since they have an opening for a PR position. I’m stressed and exhausted and burned the fuck out and I just need a way out before I work myself to literal death in this job.

How old do you want to be when you move out? Late 20s would be ideal for me. I have a bit of time left before my personal deadline haha.

Ever meet or talk to someone from an online dating site? Not my thing, never will be my thing. Last type of candy you ate? I think it was that gummy candy my mom bought last week.

Have you ever had egg drop soup? Yeah my grandmother made it for us a couple of weeks ago when we visited.

How many tattoos do you want in the future? Anywhere between 3-5 tiny ones would be fine, but this is only if I get to get over my fear of needles and getting pricked hah.

How soon do you start planning your Halloween costume each year? I only do it like 1-2 days before and it simply boils down to having bigger priorities. I’d love to plan my costumes out at least a week ahead but work always has me swamped. Last time you had Chinese food? I’m literally having it right now, haha. Mom got Chinese food tonight - I have fried rice and siomai.

Are you any good at dying hair? You mean dyeing? No not at all - I prefer to get any and every hair stuff done professionally.

What brand of shampoo did you last use? Dove.

Did you decorate your house for Halloween? If so, how many decorations? Did you go all out, or just put up a few things? We never decorate for Halloween.

Last person to hang up on you? I haven’t been hung up on in a while. Maybe my mom?

Are you excited for winter? Or are you dreading it? We don’t get winter.

Do you still own a VCR? How about VHSes? I think my parents threw ours out years ago.

What’s your favorite scary movie? Carrie.

How do you plan on spending your Halloween this year? Idk, probably at a workplace Halloween party since those are a thing.

Which type of Halloween Costumes do you prefer? Sexy ones or scary ones? Or maybe funny ones? Funny ones.

What was the most boring costume you ever had? Probably that time I went as a pirate like, three or four years ago. It was a Halloween party that a distant relative was holding, and I couldn’t care less.

Do you like cranberry sauce? I’ve never had it but I can tell you I probably won’t like it.

#survey #surveys

[aallseasons]

Best Budget rooms in Kodaikanal | AallSeason Hotels

Table of Contents:

Introduction

Who provides the best budget rooms in Kodaikanal?

Types of Rooms

Sum-it Up

Nowadays people are searching for safe rooms, especially in Kodaikanal. So I asked my friend who provides the best budget rooms in Kodaikanal. My friend said there are many budget rooms in Kodaikanal. After that, I searched online and found the best rooms in Kodaikanal. 

Who provides the best budget rooms in Kodaikanal?

There are many budget rooms in Kodaikanal. Here AallSeason Hotels provides the best budget rooms in Kodaikanal. We are providing different types of room services for the guests. The rooms are luxury rooms,mid-range, and budget rooms.

Types of Rooms:

Luxury Rooms

Dormitory Rooms

Deluxe Rooms

Budget Rooms

What are luxury rooms?

Luxury services are exceptional and exclusive pleasure experiences. Luxury can be financial, social, or sensual. Luxury is determined by both objective service features and subjective customer expectations.

Types of Luxury Rooms:

Boutique Luxury Hotels

Five-Star Hotels and Resorts

Private Villas and Home Vacation Rentals

Chalets

Chateau

Penthouses

Luxury Yachts

Amenities of Luxury Rooms for the guests:

Luxurious Foyer

Mini Theater

Gym

Swimming Pool

Kids Park

Party Hall

Manicured Gardens

Benefits of Luxury Rooms:

Safety and Security

Location

Fitness Center

Maintenance Services

Dormitory Rooms

A dormitory is a building that primarily houses sleeping and living quarters for large groups of people, such as boarding schools, high schools, colleges, or university students. In some countries, it can also refer to a room with several beds that can accommodate people.

Types of Dormitory Rooms:

Military Dormitories

Sleeping Dormitories

Company Dormitories

Prison Dormitories

Boarding School Dormitories

Floating Dormitories

Benefits of Dormitory Rooms:

 You can meet new people 

Get bond with your roommate

You never be alone in this room

Helps Familiarize yourself with the campus

Deluxe Rooms:

The Executive Rooms are also known as the Deluxe Rooms. The two main classifications between standard and deluxe hotel rooms are typically size and price. Deluxe rooms are usually larger than standard rooms, have a bathtub and a shower in the bathroom, and have more high-end amenities. 

Types of Deluxe Rooms:

Regular Suite 

Penthouse Suite

Presential Suite

Regular Suite:

This regular suite can have some amenities like a table, iron box, beds, and chairs. This will be best for business travelers.

Penthouse Suite:

This is a suite that has all types of amenities. You can live a luxurious life at an affordable cost. This room is better than a regular suite.

Presidential Suite:

Presidential suites are the most luxurious accommodations available in hotels. At a given property, brands typically offer only one or two suites of this quality level. These suites attract the most discerning luxury tourists and serve as a key differentiator when trying to attract the high-rated international guest segment.

Budget Rooms:

A budget room is usually defined as a place to stay that offers low-cost, small rooms with basic amenities.

Types of Budget Rooms:

Executive Rooms

Family Rooms

Executive Rooms:

In its broadest sense, an executive suite is a collection of offices or rooms—or suites—used by a company's top executives or managers. This broad term has come to mean a variety of things over the years. Here, AallSeason Hotels provides the best executive rooms in Kodaikanal.

Benefits of Executive Rooms:

 The guests can check in and check out (24 hrs)

Pickup and drop facilities at Railway stations, airports, and bus stop.

Free car parking 

Family Rooms:

A family room is a casual, multi-purpose room in a home. The family room is intended to be a gathering place for family and guests to engage in group activities such as talking, reading, watching TV, and other family activities. Here AallSeason Hotels provides safe rooms for family in Kodaikanal.

Amenities of Family Rooms:

Attached Bathrooms/ Toilets for the guests

32 inch LED

High-Speed Wifi 

Multiple channels with Cable TV

Amenities for Budget Rooms:

Kitchen Facilities:

Fridge

Coffee  Maker Machine

Microwave 

Bedroom Amenities:

Hair Dryer

Tv with Cable

Towels

Essential kits like Shampoo,soap, body milk, and conditioner

Satellite Tv

Bathrooms/Toilets with balcony.

Benefits of using Budget Rooms:

Checkin and Check out (24 hrs)

Free Breakfast

Lunch and Dinner by preorder

Free Driver Accommodation

Free Covered Car Parking

Pickup and drop facilities at nearby places

Sum-it Up:

We saw all types of rooms for AallSeason Hotels. They are providing rooms with breakfast and some free amenities for the guests. I believed they traveled there and stayed for 3 days with the help of AallSeason Hotels. Now I strongly recommend that AallSeason Hotels provides the best low-budget family rooms in Kodaikanal. If you like this article please appreciate it by hitting the like button and if it is useful please share it with your friends.

If you have any doubts or suggestions please drop your comments in the comment section. If you know of any rooms like AallSeason Hotels please mention them in the comment section. Don’t forget to share your experiences with us.

#Best Budget rooms in Kodaikanal

[bluebells-and-belladonna]

My Dreams, Categorized

Because who am I if I am not needlessly sorting things for the sake of comforting myself?

I promised I’d talk about my dreams, so I’m going to do exactly that. my dreams have always been just as strange as they are important to me. I‘ll save descriptions of specific dreams for another post, this entry will be focused on talking about how my dreams tend to work.

In my trying to understand my dreams over the years, I noticed patterns within them and broke them down into four categories.

The words I use to break up these categories are as follows: nightmares, dreams, visions, nonsense, and messages. I’ll start with the nonsense, as I have the least to say about them. These are my dreams that fit into common descriptions of dreams- disjointed and surreal moments of garbled story and people who act strangely. I don’t think much of these, and usually allow myself to forget them when I wake up unless they were particularly funny. While these are common dreams to have, they’re honestly quite rare for me as well as being, if I may, rather disappointing in comparison to my usual dreams. Well, I’d still rather have these than a nightmare.



I’ll talk briefly about my nightmares. you’ll forgive me if I don’t go too into detail about what makes up these. In these I am myself, with my waking-world body and memories, and they’re vivid and intense to put it mildly. As with any person, I get more nightmares if I’m stressed or particularly anxious. So far, so mundane.



Next, I’ll explain visions. As far as my memory serves me, these began when I was transitioning from elementary school to middle school. Every few nights, I’ll see a small moment from the near or immediate future in my dreams. Occasionally, one of these visions will happen while I’m awake, but it’s very rare and honestly hard to distinguish if it’s just an intrusive thought until the moment seen actually plays out. The furthest in the future these moments have shown was a couple days, and generally the future they show can be avoided or changed but never fully or entirely. This runs in my family, I know my mother and her biological mother have the same “sight“. These moments are often small things. Some real examples from me and my mothers lives: a friend will forget their water bottle so be sure to pack an extra, someone will need a bandaid when you walk to school so be sure to bring a few, your secret santa gift will be a Hasbro brand Ouija board, the zodiac sign for a fictional character you’ll talk about later tonight with a friend is Gemini. Occasionally, however, the vision is much more important. The one that I think affected me the most— as well as it being the one I have the most proof for as both my waking up from the initial vision AND the scene it described were witnessed by the same person— was about a car crash. The vision showed me a freeway I didn’t recognize, and showed me narrowly avoiding a deadly accident by pressing with everything I could down on the pedals and pulling the emergency break. I tried writing it off as a strange nightmare until later that day, exactly as I had seen it, I avoided that car crash. My mother has plenty of examples too, many of them with witnesses to back them up, though as they aren't my story to tell I’ll save that for another time. I don’t often tell people about my visions, as usually people don’t tend to beleive me, or worse will occasionally get angry at me as if I was somehow causing the things I’d see to happen by not preventing them. I’ve gotten yelled at or called weird or accused of lying enough times to stop trying to warn people before they follow through with their immediate fate. Well, there is the added truth that I often feel rather silly telling someone that I knew they’d want a water bottle I packed for them because I saw in a dream they’d need it. Moving on.

From here I’ll explain Messages. These started happening when I was in elementary school— earlier than the visions, yes, but later than nightmares and dreams. In these dreams I often don’t have a physical form, rather most often taking on an amorphous mass of purple electricity mentioned in my posts about Dameon. I usually cannot recall details about myself or my life from the waking world. Occasionally I’ll take a shape similar to my body, or remember fragments of the world and who I am. However looking like myself, knowing who I am, and the consistency of that isn’t what’s important; the real connecting thread between these dreams is that they are always trying to tell me something, either consciously or subconsciously, and usually through a “messenger” figure. If the visions give me obvious warnings about my immediate future, then the messages give me cryptic warnings about anywhere from the next weeks to months of my life that I often don’t understand until it’s too late. Damian and his advice dreams as talked about in their own three-part-post tends to fall into this category, but he is not the only “messenger” figure I’ve seen in my dreams by any stretch of the imagination. I often paint or draw these figures when I wake up, to the point that if you stumble across this blog from my art account you’ve likely seen some of these figures before. Some examples (without the obvious example of Damian) of this type of dream from my actual experiences are: an angelic figure made of thunderclouds with a scythe appearing in a dream before a period of great difficulty in my life, a skeleton crowned in pomegranates and with vultures wings appearing a few weeks before the end of a very long relationship, a plague doctor adorned with a celestial cape adorned internally with clocks appearing a month before quarantine began, a statue-esc ball-joint-doll constantly repainting herself showing me a face that bore a striking resemblance to a man who I'd meet later and quickly realize I needed to stay away from, a dragon crowned in scrolls and inkwell pens bearing a lantern a month before I was accepted into college. I’m almost certain that these messages are interconnected with the visions, and that there is a reason that I am not allowed or able to know the far off future in too great of detail, but that’s speculation I suppose.



Finally, after all of that, I can tell you about what I categorize as my dreams. My earliest memory is waking up as a small child from one such of these dreams, so I can say with certainty that I’ve always been having these. My dreams within this grouping always will put me into a different body and provide me with a matching set of memories that aren't my own from the waking world. I become a new person, and at the end of each of these dreams, that person will die. Not as a metaphor or figure of speech- the way these dreams end naturally is the person I’m inhabiting dies in one way or another. The best way I’ve been able to explain it is that it’s like I've been given the chance to live out the final stretch of time in a different persons life, that my purpose within them is to witness the end of a story that I otherwise wouldn’t know. These dreams are not strictly positive, in fact they’re often quite unpleasant to live through— but they’re an adventure, and I am not one to turn my nose up at adventure. These dreams are where I get the majority of inspiration for my art, character designs, and writing. Damian is also deeply interconnected with these dreams, as I previously mentioned Damian is often there amidst the crowd or art or background of this type of dream, present within the dream and observing without interfering. Also as previously mentioned he has claimed that he is the one who creates these dreams for me, and honestly I wouldn’t be shocked by that, however I am still unsure if I can or should trust him. It is impossible for me to briefly summarize these dreams to provide examples, as the stories within them are all so complex and full of information that even a reductive summary is too long for this post— besides, as I keep saying, I’ll get around to posting about some of these dreams here eventually.



[gatewaytothebalkans]

6/01

We started this busy Wednesday with a walking tour, meeting our guide Emmett down in the lobby of our hotel. He immediately explained the cultural significance of the hotel we were staying at, a hotel that had been formerly built for the Winter Olympic Games in 1984. During the war, several journalists stayed at the hotel, so it was heavily protected and is one of the few buildings that was not damaged during the war, or that is still standing. Then he took us down the road to the local tram station, where we purchased tickets and boarded the tram on the way to the market.

In the market, he showed us one of his friend's copper shops, where they customize and handcraft many of their products. He also took us to a small mosque that had been built several hundred years prior, along with a library, school, and graveyard. The mosque is still used to practice today and was the first church in Europe to have electricity. This is due to Vienna wanting to try electricity, but not being entirely sure if it was a dangerous practice. So they opted to attempt it within Bosnia, and it was extremely successful.

After the mosque, we made our way to a small coffee shop. At the coffee shop, we tried traditional Turkish coffee, and poured it into a small glass, before dipping sugar cubes in it and letting the sugar marinate in our mouth before taking a sip. Additionally, they served us the traditional Turkish delights, but due to my lack of fondness for the coffee or the Turkish delight, I kindly shoved it off to my professor to enjoy.

During our walking tour, we stopped briefly at some other places, such as the market, and the cathedral. There we learned about the trade through the Balkans, an almost silk road empire; and the evolution of religion, in which the minority became a much larger part of the population through the use of conversion. The most fascinating stops for me were the place where Archduke Franz Ferdinand was shot, and the eternal flame.

The assassination of Franz Ferdinand was spurred due to opposition to his beliefs, by a Bosnian nationalist, because he sought to unify Austria-Hungary, and reform the system which oppressed many of the Hungarian people. His death directly leads to the beginning of World War I. Similar to the nationalist sentiment felt before World War I, the eternal flame monument is another testament to the nationalism in the Balkans. The eternal flame was built to honor the people who had lost their lives serving in the military during the Second World War; and is often visited and respected by many Bosnian people.

Following the walking tour, we met our guide for the driving tour. Some of our initial stops were beautiful and lesser-known landmarks that allow you to overlook the entirety of Sarajevo, and some delicious coffee and cakes at a small restaurant, but we quickly got to the main event. Our driver was a soldier in the war that raged from 1993 to 1995, so he was able to provide additional information about the Serbian attempted siege of Bosnia. He took us to the War Tunnel Museum where we were able to watch a short documentary about the war, review how tunnels were used for transport, and look into some of the awful sides of the war. For example, we saw pictures of men in concentration camps, children who had been brutalized, and people buried in mass graves.

Our driver described how he had to walk for hours in the tunnels, run across airstrips hiding from fire, was almost killed by a landmine, lost his combat friend, and how he had to hide his family from the soldiers. Before we went into the tunnel, we went through the museum that encased a series of uniforms, weapons, and personal items from soldiers. We were able to go down into the tunnel, a short and narrow space (I hit my head twice), and walk through to the end. The last thing that we saw in the museum was numerous disarmed grenades, ranging from handheld to ones the size of half the average person.

Finally, we concluded the trip with a visit to the Jewish cemetery, where our guide explained he almost died from a grenade. The steps of a small temple had been damaged by the grenade and had been rebuilt. Our guide told us that he had actually assisted a young woman in finding her grandfather's grave in the cemetery, and despite her being a New York native, she donated money so that the steps of the building, the cemetery, and the building itself could be redone.

After we finished with our last stop, I got back to the hotel and accompanied my friend to the local mall down the street. We enjoyed some cheap Balkan shopping before grabbing dinner at the restaurant inside our hotel. After dinner, I was able to take my dessert up to my room, finish it there, and go directly to bed.

#journal

[the-cimmerians]

Happily, a lot of kids attending Central York High School weren't buying into the paranoia, and as the new school year got going, they decided to try that activism thing that the banfrozen books so frequently mentioned, holding daily demonstrations outside the school — five students at the first one, and then more, and eventually hundreds of kids, in a group they called the "Panther Anti-Racist Union," because the school's mascot happens to be the Panthers, but talk about a fun coincidence to scare Fox News viewers.

kids being excellent badasses

#US Politics #our current besiegement by idiots and cruelty fetishists #also FUCKING SCHOOL BOARDS IS THERE A SINGLE ONE OF THEM WORTH A DAMN? #i have so many friends who serve on school boards to try to stop this kind of crap #and they are all vastly outnumbered by assholes #Wonkette #activism #white privilege #white fragility #white nonsense

[hunting-season]

hello, hope you're having a good day/night <3

could i request older sibling! mc coming to nrc to visit their little brother w/ the heartslabyul gang? i just want to see them get doted on, it'd be so softttt

sorry if this req was confusing! ty in advance

hope you're having a good day/night too anon!! it's a little confusing, but i think i got what you mean? if this isn't it, just shoot an ask!! if it is, well, still feel free to shoot an ask just to chat www :] using the dorm leader/experimental style...maybe it's just a fic-like style lol

Older Sibling!MC visiting MC's little brother + Heartslabyul

It's been a while since you've seen your little brother. Separated by miles of land and sea with your brother at what is basically boarding school, you've been feeling an itch to baby someone again. And your brother never comes home on the weekends, citing it's too much work. Brat! Oh well, you'll finally be seeing him soon thanks to NRC having a "family day" festival, so now's your chance to baby him and meet his friends (and baby them, too).

Deuce Spade is so polite, you jokingly apologize to him for any pranks your brother has pulled on him. Which seems to have been many times! Shame on your brother for bullying such a cute boy!

(Not too much shame though. You're weak to your brother after all.)

Riddle Rosehearts and Trey Clover are also polite--they both offer you tarts! You've heard your brother rave about the sweets at Heartslabyul, so you're wondering if you should try them...

You also think Riddle is super cute! He gets really red when you say that, and it almost makes you want to coo and feed him sweets. It makes you think Riddle is the reason Heartslabyul has so many good sweets (and you're partially right!).

Cater Diamond reminds me of so many people around you. It's not a totally bad thing either! You think he's really cool!

Ace Trappola, you can see from miles away, is pure concentrated trouble. He responds to your teases well and has the most mischievous smirk. He's so cute and noogie-able!

Your brother says the last two already have older siblings, so you can knock off your older sibling schtick, but nothing is going to stop you.

You tell Cater and Ace to consider their selves under your care now, and they both respond appropriately by groaning. It's not your fault they're so cute though!

You really are here to spend some time with your brother though, and leave the Heartslabyul boys to their own devices and families. However, you and your brother do bump into the others as the day passes!

You two are joined by Ace and his older brother for a bit. Ace is describing you to his brother as "the person who wants to steal your cute little brother"

You and Ace's brother laugh in sync, two older siblings too used to having a spoiled younger sibling (and being the one to spoil them. sometimes)

As Ace and his brother depart after a four-way chat between siblings, you noogie Ace hard. He shrieks something about suffering under two "nasty old people's knuckles diggin' into his skull." Serves him right!

Deuce finds you two first! He's mainly here to introduce your brother to his mother, but you get your own short intro too!

Mama Spade is so nice. She offers to show you and your brother baby pictures of Deuce, who vehemently disagrees with that until you bring up possibly seeing your brother's ugly baby photos as compensation.

Deuce and your brother squabble until you and Mama Spade (lovingly) scold and separate them. You send Deuce off with a strong hair ruffle.

Your brother shushes you loudly from calling out to Riddle, but the dorm leader spots you anyway. He seems nervous to separate from his mother...?

When Riddle gets to you, he still seems nervous, but much happier now that he chats with your brother and you.

You two don't keep him for very long, but you leave him with a head pat! He blushes bright red at your action as he excuses himself.

Trey and Cater are together with Trey's family. Cater's couldn't make it, it seems.

You leave your brother to talk with his friends as you entertain the younger Clovers and their parents. Aren't young kids such handfuls? (Not like you could say too much though!)

You invite yourselves into the boys' conversation till Trey and Cater are eventually called out to by Mr. Clover.

You trap those two in hugs! Trey laughs good-naturedly and Cater makes a noise like a whine and oof-sound combined. They both squeeze/pat you back as you let go.

Your brother whines a bit after on how you "totally embarrassed him" by being "gross" with his friends. You claim he's jealous and tell him he'll always be your favorite little brother anyway.

Somewhere in the future, 6 boys are fighting for your older sibling-ly affections.

#this is pretty long #im sorry for being a heartslabyul liker #dormouse escapes #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland & reader #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade #trey clover #cater diamond

[coalitiongirl]

Fic Recs (under 300 edition)

So I wanted to get back to reading Swan Queen fic regularly, and I asked people to rec longfic that they'd read (not written) and loved that had fewer than 300 kudos! I haven’t read most of these, but I’ve collected them here so y’all can go through the list and discover some new fics with me! Please try to kudos and review every fic that you read! It means the world to the writers and will keep em writing, and then we all win. 😁

Atonement by SgtMac (M): With Regina's magical heart failing thanks to years of previous evil, Emma and Regina and Henry (and Granny!) set out to save her life by traveling to the Enchanted Forest and requesting help from ancient magical beings known as the Guardians. Given a mission as simple as it is impossible - to achieve atonement by creating peace - the ladies find themselves joining a rebellion and fighting for the very soul of the Enchanted Forest all while trying to help Regina to understand that the self-loathing and guilt which have driven most of her actions don't have to doom her chance for a new beginning or even, a chance to live and love again. A S4(ish) SQ love story set against the turmoil of war and the chaotic savagery of the old world.

Blood and Sand by cheshire6845 (E): A/U The Savior is a slave forced into the role of fighting as a gladiator for the House of Hearts. The odds are against her survival as she will have to win in the arena, navigate Cora's schemes, outlast a general's vengeance, and not be killed out of spite by the current House of Hearts Champion - Regina the Undefeated. This story follows the major plot points of Starz Spartacus with some twists along the way.

But what if there was no time by KizuRai (M): When she wakes up, it's dark. She can't move, she can't see, she can't feel and she can't hear. Where am I? She feels a forceful oppression, pressing her down, draining her of her energy and she's powerless to stop it. How did I get here? The question of here is relative, she's not even sure where here is. What happened? There must be some reason for being stuck here but her memory is fuzzy, like all her thoughts are being sifted through a filter. Who am I? She's not sure if she actually exists or she suddenly became sentient in the darkness.She hears a voice reverberating in the distance, it's distorted and quiet but she hears it all the same. It breaks the monotony of the silence. Someone's coming for her, they will get her out. She's just not sure she wants them to as the price might be too great.

Finding Home by evl_rgl (T): “I wanted to remember you so badly that I pulled back your cursed town just so that the memories would make sense. I needed you so badly that even when I had no memory of you, I still tried to find you.” Regina gave Emma and Henry memories of a happy life together before they fled Pan’s curse, leaving them with no memories of their lives in Storybrooke. However, when the memory spell shows signs of failing, threatening to rip apart the minds of both Emma and Henry, Regina makes a drastic choice to go back and fix it, understanding that it will mean living alone in a world where her son doesn’t know her. Was the spell really faulty, though? (swanqueen)

Five Flames by MariaComet (U): In the past, Emma Nolan disconnected from her peers in high school, preferring to keep to herself. In her sophomore year of high school, she decided to try and join the boy’s wrestling team because she was bored. She didn’t expect herself to become the champion of the most bullied kid in school or the secret best friend of the school queen. She also didn’t expect to join a club that would change her life. In the present, Emma is trying to cope with a humiliating loss in her martial arts career. She claims to be “training” but is stuck in limbo between wanting to retire and try again. She is isolated from her former best friend, Regina Mills, a local celebrity chef and the rest of her old friends. When one of them calls her with an idea to honor their deceased teacher, she is confronted with unresolved feelings and questions about how powerful love truly is.

A Glamour of Truth by PrincessCharming (T): After 2x10, Regina uses magic to show Emma the obvious truth. A tentative trust forms between them amid hilarious bickering. With Emma's help, Regina struggles to regain a place in her son's life... until Cora arrives, wanting her daughter back. Pieces of Regina's past emerge showing that the board was set long before the game started. The final battle begins soon.

His Dark Materials 'verse by MoonlitMidnight (M): A modern Alternate Universe in which Dæmons (the external physical manifestation of a person's 'inner self' that takes the form of an animal) are present. In which Emma and Regina have led slightly different lives and they make slightly different choices.

How Many Miles to Avalon? (WIP) by RavenOutlander (E): Regina would do anything to save Emma from the darkness and bring her back home safe and sound. Even put up with the two idiots, Captain Guyliner and a bunch of dwarves she decidedly wanted to drop off at the nearest exit. But in their search for Emma, they find that she might not need that much saving after all. Caught up in a search for the infamous Philosopher Stone, an all out war between DunBroch and Camelot, and ghosts from the past to haunt her every waking moment, Regina finds herself scrambling to keep her and her family's happy endings from falling apart.

The Hyperion by FrankenSpine (M): After wishing upon what she believes is a shooting star, Emma Swan finds herself aboard the Hyperion, the royal starship of an alien Queen from a faraway galaxy. She quickly learns of the tensions between the Queen's people and her own, but the Queen takes an interest in her and agrees to take her away from Earth forever. Adventure awaits. *(Loosely based on Guardians of the Galaxy with just a hint of Farscape)*

If Wishes Came True (It Would've Been You) by Angeii_K (M): After Regina films a guest appearance on her friend Neal’s popular show, he invites her to spend the weekend with him and his girlfriend. What she never expected was to actually like the woman. Sparks fly between the two, which results in them questioning everything and making choices they will later regret. 4 years later, they meet again in the most unexpected of ways. Now co-stars on the same show, they are forced to work through the emotions from their last encounter. What will happen next? Only time will tell.

The King Doesn’t Have To Know (WIP) by highheelsandchocolate (M): The White Knight had never seen anyone like her before: the Queen was nothing short of mesmerizing. Her possessive yet neglectful husband, however, was another thing entirely.

The Lich by Dangereaux (M): Gay disaster Emma, exasperated Regina, and a monster. A Halloween special.

Maybe if We Close Our Eyes we Can Reach the Stars by wellthizizdeprezzing (T): Emma is a lonely astronaut. Regina is an adventuring alien. Their paths cross leading them onto a journey of new discovery. Between galaxies and many miles of cold black space, despite not speaking the same language, they manage to fall for each other. An out of this world love story.

A prisoner long forgotten by sugarsweet_19 (M): ‘I wish I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood and as black as the wood of the window-frame. Soon after she had a little girl, who was as white as snow, with lips as red as blood and with her hair as black as the ebony of the window-frame. She was therefore called Snow-white.” This is how our story starts but how will it end?The evil queen as been locked up in a tower and forgotten that is until princess Emma looks for a place to hid from her parents after they tell her she has to marry Neal the son of the dark one.

Revenge of the Three Little Pigs by mskyo (M): Regina and Emma find themselves alone and looking for the rest of their party. The Evil Queen must face the consequences of her past actions. Will Emma come to her aid, or understand that justice must be served... *Some chapters have fairly graphic sex, and violence*

Things I Almost Remember by cheshire6845 (T): A/U Despite an oncoming war between the Dark and the Light, Emma and Regina are best friends growing up in the Enchanted Forest. When war does come, they find themselves on opposite sides. Regina will have to defy her mother to save Emma. Will Emma be able to save Regina when Cora curses her daughter to live in the Land without Magic?

What We Make (WIP) by DiazTuna (M): “My mother.” He says calmly. He’d known all along, she’s aware. But he’d known that today would be the day that would get this going. She wants to ask what it was like, to have woken up this morning, laced up his boots and walked into hell just knowing. “It’s programmed the cyborg to kill her. Before I have a chance to be born.” -In which the leader of the future sends his best soldier back to the past to save his mother from a killer cyborg. Terminator AU.

The Wrong Way by pcworth (M): Takes place right after Zelena steals Regina's heart. Zelena offers Regina a chance to go back in time with her and change both of their lives for the better. But what will be the price of that decision. Slow-burn to SwanQueen

zombie trash by 13pens (T): Zelena could have her brain and eat it, too. Fic operates on three premises 1. this takes place in any universe where zelena is a reformed asshole 2. zombies are a thing and exist iZombie style 3. i have NO chill

#swan queen #fic rec #ouat

[sugar-petals]

SuperM Fluff & NSFW Notes

↳ 🌹aka some of their romantic antics plus random 18+ imagines 👋

warnings ⚠️ rated (super) m, boyfriends hc, porn mentions, partial fem!reader, sex toys

FLUFF

since baekhyun knows how to make scented candles, he creates one for you as a birthday present with your favorite fragrances.

every entry in mark’s diary involves fond thoughts about you.

taemin kisses you more than his cat kkoongie on a daily basis so let that sink in. his smooch obsession is getting out of hand.

lucas, having giant fingers after all, learns how to knit in order to make you a warm scarf. he’s still a bit clumsy with it and had to call kun for advice, but the result is surprisingly proper and quickly becomes your favorite item. it’s a little huge but well, he thinks in his dimensions. lucas’ next project is a beanie.

ten overwhelms you with pet names. in fact, he seemingly seems to come up with a new one each day.

kai is a candlelight dinner, rose petals and music kinda guy. he does every old-school thing in the book.

taeyong can cuddle endlessly in bed. he just doesn’t wanna leave.

lucas gladly shares his sweaters. they’re ginormous so, perfect cuddle material.

baekhyun is already a fool. so — when he falls in love, he becomes an even bigger fool. or, the contrary happens: he becomes dead silent around his partner because he’s so enthralled. he can take this more seriously than you think.

mark likes to write little cards and many many texts to express his love.

lucas is the type who can help you put on your jeans when they were shrinking a bit too much in the dryer. he’s pretty sexy like that and things can get really touchy.

cheesy fucking kai, and there’s only one guy who would do this, has actually lowered himself over a puddle once so you would have a bridge. brushed it off like a daily workout rep.

not one shower missed without baekhyun joining you. yes, it’s not always sexy time, he likes it when you shampoo his hair and whisper sweet nothings. and obviously: it’ll all devolve to a laughing fit.

taeyong is the type who wants to be proposed to.

taemin will get a motorcycle license and take you for a frequent ride. he loves getting those kind of back hugs.

both ten and lucas are great at making bracelets. wayv’s dorm is fully equipped with charms, strings, and pearls, so expect matching ones for you.

we’ve seen it, that one’s his favorite move. kai wraps his hand around your shoulder when you walk together.

mark will ALWAYS share his melon.

making you swoon on a DVD evening is lucas’ favorite hobby. he will buy you the most sugary-sweet romance movies. he will often browse streaming sites to select the latest sentimental plots. all these dramas seem to have a male lead who is suspiciously tall and lanky.

if you allow him, taeyong customizes your white tees with his cute drawings.

since taemin swims in money thanks to his profession as the god of kpop (yes, this is a registered job name because i say so), he can fulfill you any wish. he’s stingy and pouty when the shinee hyungs can pay, and the motherfucker baekhyun is even richer since his albums have been taking off so he opens his mochi wallet when superm is gathered, but you... are a different case. taemin will humbly empty his entire pockets when he overhears you gushing over something. there’s a voice in his mind going: must splurge!!

mark loves christmas, you establish an annual tradition to stage a whole couple evening.

baekhyun likes to play charades and especially do karaoke with you. he’s always cutely wiggling his butt and dances like a drunk uncle. he hits the high notes anyway and makes sure you score 100 points.

taeyong can make out with you while at the same time making sure that the milk doesn’t get burned on the stove. kiss’n’stirr multitask tyong alert. gotta make sure the cocoa is served in time, you know.

all the members enjoy playing board games. yep, imagine the fun and sheer chaos.

lucas has the funniest laugh ever indeed. he’ll react to all your jokes, no matter how lame they might be. intensely reassuring.

taemin’s hand is basically glued to yours.

taeyong and mark are the kinds of boyfriends that spoil their partner with skincare. fancy a nice face massage with a nice fragrant oil?

baekhyun has been baking heart-shaped pizzas ever since you started dating. he just can’t make them round anymore.

mark will join you on anything you’re currently bingewatching. 

kai sometimes — only half-jokingly — goes down on both knees bowing forward with his hands on the ground just to show how much he wants to thank you. in case you didn’t notice: this guy treats you like a deity.

ten usually gets confused glances from the other members whenever he gets the current date wrong: he simply loses track of time with you.

lucas makes a habit of buying you flowers every other week. but on unpredictable occasions, and he arranges them in places you’d never expect.

taemin will build you a weird-looking snowman to make you laugh, and give it an even stranger name. ten will build one that looks like you. kai doesn’t build snowmen, he just stands there challenging you to throw snow balls at him.

mark will hang out with you at the beach constantly bringing his guitar. he’ll serenade you all the time.

returning from three months of touring, baekhyun has once climbed your balcony when your parents were in the other room. yep, he was that desperate to see you. somebody give this man a rope and helmet.

taeyong writes down heartfelt confessions on 365 folded slips of paper so you can open one every day. your reactions will range from ‘awwh!’ to straight-up tears.

ten does regular couple yoga with you. a mildly challenging form, not the circus acrobat version. he’ll do the difficult parts anyway. you can pretzel this guy up, he’ll do anything to make you laugh.

when it rains you hook your arm around his, and lucas always holds the umbrella. even the wildest gush of wind can’t make it turn inside out. you arrive home entirely dry. xuxi is so cute, he’s also a great source of cooling shadow in the summer without even trying.

taemin’s skinship overdrive doesn’t stop with endless hand-holding, back hugs and kisses. he wants to lay down in your lap whenever he can. he looks damn pretty with his hair splaying there. if you work on your laptop, you can pretty much count to ten and he’s already nestled there.

kai does pushups with you on his back. it’s a staple. each time he does one, he says ‘i love you’. he increases his count every day.

NSFW

it’s no secret that taeyong is great at acting or pulling off any outfit and costume. expect roleplay of the finest kind — literally. he looks good in a firefighter uniform. you’ll be burning up pretty much automatically.

taemin can’t keep his tongue in. it’s terrible. he’s always in the mood for head. his sloppy noises are the absolute worst, it turns you on way too fast.

lucas had some major problems finding condoms that fit him.

ten and taemin are so switchy, they have an unresolved power struggle going on. begs for a dominant third party to help them out.

kai owns expensive latex gear.

baekhyun may be the king of vocals and breath technique, but if you push him far enough he does get hoarse.

taemin often jokes how kai will one day break his dick from fucking too hard.

meanwhile, mark’s dick is already falling off – from fucking too often. this guy has some major hormones going for him. no surprise, a guy who can promote in four kpop groups at the same time is a stamina king.

taeyong likes eating pussy with another party involved. three’s a crowd my friend. sometimes it’s taemin who unleashes his spit waterfall power, sometimes it’s baekhyun who preoccupies himself with nibbling at the inner thigh while taeyong digs in.

taemin owns the most underwear.

mark takes valerian drops because he is so nervous in bed. it never really goes away, it’s his nature.

taeyong keeps a lube collection. a different flavor for all occasions. he likes associating certain scents with specific body parts.

kai has a heels kink. he literally goes wild over it.

taemin likes to have sex with favorite glasses on.

taeyong and kai are the most likely to cry during sex. baekhyun as well if you rough him up enough. 

mark gets rock hard the fastest, followed by kai. he’s a grower.

taeyong gets the best inspiration for a song when he gets a casual dick riding.

taemin watches extremely x-rated erotic thrillers and bdsm flicks that are heavy on the plot. he gets more invested in the characters and actors than you think. since his japanese is amazing? of course he also owns a giant 90s hentai collection. 

when he’s jerking off, baekhyun chokes himself. a) because he’d make too much noise otherwise and b) because asphyxiation is his favorite thing.

kai feels pleasure in his every cell. he cums the hardest. and, as you can expect, his body expresses it the most extremely, accurately, passionately. if you’ve seen it even once, you’ll never look at him the same again.

taemin has less experience than his discography claims, but more than you’d think. he researches sexual techniques as well. you can brace yourself.

mark has not just a tiger inside, but a freak inside, waiting to be unleashed.

sex while gaming is a go-to activity for baekhyun.

lucas has the best stamina when it comes to getting head.

taemin throws his head back during sex. and no, he doesn’t T-pose. i’m kidding — of course he does. but only when he’s on his back.

taeyong tends to grip a pillow when he cums.

or he humps one when he’s by himself.

ten has the best taste in sexy time playlists.

baekhyun has the best taste in singing his own playlist along.

oh, the things kai has bought at a gas station at 3AM.

baekhyun sucks strap the best. he can open his mouth the widest, drools a lot, and makes the best noises unsurprisingly.

how to turn on lee taemin? he likes getting slapped.

since he’s the most avid and most diverse eater, lucas’ sperm tastes the best. he’s shove 50 fruits into his system just to give you a sweet experience.

mark is absolutely a starfish. 

kai wears fishnet tops if you fancy it.

curiously, baekhyun out of all people doesn’t announce when he’s cumming. you’ll hear it, though.

taeyong’s dildo collection is one for the books.

taemin has visited a pro dominatrix a couple times. needless to say, he was the #1 favorite client at the dungeon. having fully submerged into a fantasy world, taemin was one whip crack away from falling in love with the mistress. but then covid happened and the venue closed.

mark’s dick looks really pretty.

taemin can grind on the strap at every humanly possible angle. he’s almost always ready to take it. he carries a prep kit.

kai — that fucker — knows how to make you wet the most with his bare hands. prepare for the thigh ride of your life, too.

taeyong, baekhyun, and taemin have the best arches. kai is coming for the top three as well. ten’s arch is so good, it can’t be considered one anymore.

baekhyun knows every adult movie out there. theoretically, nothing can shock him. in reality, he melts in your hands.

taeyong is so sexually active with you, he has quit eating garlic.

kai will exploit your muscle kink in any way he can.

taemin, being a devil, has that one button on his phone that he can press when you go out for dinner. he’s OBSESSED with getting you off. once you head home, it’s basically running down your thighs.

ten has once opened a condom with scissors to scare away a date that grew weird on him by the time it got to the do.

lucas is too tall for doing missionary normally.

this will surprise nobody: mark is great at constantly keeping up the dirty talk.

baekhyun’s car is sort of like a brothel on wheels. he can’t count how many times he got down and dirty in there. he cleans it all up by himself.

kai can technically grip you the hardest but he’s the gentlest and great at caressing the whole body.

taemin has the easiest time saying what precisely he wants. he is also the best people reader — most your wishes he can pretty intuit. taemin observes your interests well.

ten likes his hair pulled and makes angelic noises when you do so.

baekhyun likes camgirls and erotic chats with strangers online. he spends a lot of money for nsfw internet encounters.

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[quirklessidiot]

title : cigarettes and parfaits [3] pairing : older!nanami kento x younger!reader [13 year age gap, ft toji fushiguro] Genre: romance, fluff, slice of life, josei, angst, comedy, strangers to lovers au

Summary: you’re pretty sure you’d remember marrying a man 13 years older than you, right?

Warnings: alcohol, smoking, mild smut, y/n making stupid decisions, everyones a human-au so yeh non-canon stuff and everyone’s happy (periODT) i keep forgeting to add that this isnt beta-rread..all of my stories arent so yeah shshs Notes: ah, i feel like this story will be lengthen more than 8-10 chapters shshshs i wanted to add a little spice anyways thanks for all the comments uwu ily all!

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“Y/N-chan!!!”

You cringe in embarrassment as soon as you hear that awfully familiar and cheerful voice, you could barely remember this man and the events that transpired the night before but here he was, acting like your new best friend. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to go here but you needed clarity. Surely you didn’t just legally marry a man at an Izakaya out of all places last night?

“Oh, you actually did marry him.” Gojo Satoru proclaims as soon as you take a seat across him, he gestures around his face, “I could tell by your whole, ‘I hope this guy is messing with me’ face. You have it, signed and sealed. Even got the cute matchy rings that I had one of my assistants delivered.”

You pale at the thought of his assistant coming in with a silver ring. Wasn’t he sober? How could he not have stopped you two from doing something as reckless and stupid as this? Weren’t older men supposed to be more responsible than this?

“Why the hell didn’t you stop us?” You groaned, burying your face in your hands, embarrassment painted all over your features.

“I was just as drunk as you two.” He confessed, scratching his head, “probably even more drunk but anyways back to the topic in hand, I only remembered it when the same assistant came in and congratulated me about it. It’s good I had your number on my phone before you two bailed.”

“So you don’t really remember?”

“Bits and pieces.” Gojo grinned, this guy was a maniac, how did the serious man you met just this morning have friends like this? You probably wouldn’t even last long, “I did call Nanami-”

He’s cut off by the rough sound of someone pulling a chair out, you immediately jump on your seat when you realize it’s Nanami Kento, the guy from this morning. The man you had recklessly married!

“This better be some prank you’re pulling, Satoru.” His voice was anything but kind that you almost wanted to hide behind Gojo’s back.

“Hey, hey.” Gojo raises his hands, “Don’t look at me. I didn’t force you into anything and stop scaring your poor little partner.”

Nanami snaps his gaze towards you and you notice how his eyes soften just a bit when he sees your red ears and your eyes looking away from him, “You better call Geto and fucking fix this, I refuse to bother this young-”

“It’s fine.” You cut him off, still shy and red, “It’s...fine...I just…Please don’t think I’m burdened by it. It was technically my fault for even agreeing immediately.”

Nanami clenches his jaw and turns away, “Nevertheless. L/N-san’s young. I hope to not be such an uncouth man like you.” he retorts, voice sharp as he eyes the white-haired businessman up and down. Gojo, seemingly used to it, rolls his eyes behind his dark shades.

“Maybe you guys should try it out.”

The blonde man looks like he’s about to smite the white-haired man out of existence yet Satoru remains oblivious to his friend’s gaze, “Don’t ya think so? It will take a while for those divorce papers to settle in so why don’t you two go out and get to know each other? Who knows…” he sing-songs the last part and Nanami is so close to chunking his briefcase towards the tall businessman, not even caring 

“Ah, he’s not exactly wrong, Nanami-san.” you try to calm him down, placing a small hand on his broad shoulder.

“Don’t tell me you’re actually listening to this idiot’s idea.” Nanami replied, gaze narrowing.

“Not really but you have some problems I can help you out on and I have problems that you can help me out on...Of course, the last say is on you...”

“Told you I actually had a brain.” Satoru piped in.

“Shut up, Satoru.” he quips, then turns to you, “I’m thirteen years older than you, L/N-san. I have two high school kids that could pass off as your siblings, and-”

“Well, I technically did marry you.”

“You were drunk.”

“Doesn’t exactly really excuse it.” You laugh nervously, “The whole divorce process usually lasts up to a few months, some even takes a whole year. I could help you out with the boys and I can use you to ward my family off from moving back home.”

Nanami is quiet for a moment, actually thinking about it. Weighing the pros and the cons, not only would you be able to help him out but you’d also be able to get Gojo and blind-dating out of his back.

There really wasn’t anything he could loose, really.

“Or you two might fall in love.” Satoru teases, making Nanami throw him another side-eye, as if saying ‘I dare you to say another word.’

It’s a Thursday today and Sukuna absolutely loathed Thursdays     apparently because it reminded him of Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays. They all were far from the weekend     Everyone seems to be happier than usual though. Maybe it was because you were there teaching some basic shit at the board or something.

“...and if we transfer this here and change the positive to a negative, you’ll end up having five as your answer.” You smile, placing your chalk down, “Does anyone have any questions?”

Echoes of no’s resonated throughout the room.

“Alright then, let’s end the lesson here so you guys can have an early lunch. I don’t think an assignment is in order since many of you were able to get a perfect score in the activity awhile ago.” You winked. A couple of whoops resonated throughout the whole class right after. 

As the kids shuffle out of the room of the class, Sukuna remains behind. The ojisan had cooked them something delicious this morning and he wanted to eat it in peace without that pesky Nobara grabbing a share from his bento and Yuuji’s annoying babbles about horror movies with his best friend Junpei (the only one who was really bearable was Megumi, really)

“Sukuna-kun?” you called out, snapping him out of his small trance,  “Are you alright?”

He notices a glint of worry in your eyes, he had to admit since his transfer here last Monday, you were the least annoying teacher in the academy     the blue-haired professor in Japanese literature was absolute shit since he loved to tease him a lot and that bald-headed teacher in science who looked a lot like Mike Wazowski was an annoying twerp who loved dawdling in him and Yuuji’s business     and you were kind of good at your job. Not only did his idiot of a brother stop coming to him and their ojisan for help in math but he could actually do the worksheets right and get an actual decent grade at it.

“Yeah.” he roughly replies.

“That’s good.” You smiled, he watched as you bind their worksheets together and clip them in utmost delicacy, “You should head to the cafeteria now, I heard they’re serving milk bread today.”

Without saying anything more, you left the room, leaving him there in the silence.

Well, the Christmas tree idiot was right.

You kind of had a motherly aura on you and it didn’t even look forced.

No wonder, everyone in this room was whipped for you despite your subject being a pain in the ass.

“You look like an idiot.” You mumbled as you slapped Mahito’s hand away in annoyance, your workmate wiggling his eyebrows like the little shit he is.

You completely forgot you did have someone like Gojo Satoru in your life and it was one of your co-workers, Mahito, a Japanese literature teacher who was too nosy for his own good.

“You’ve got a ring on your ring finger and a mailman comes in and gives you an invite for Zen’in Toji’s fortieth birthday.” he whistles, “Even Jogo-sensei gossiped by the water cooler awhile ago, saying that you had eloped with the man. Not that I’m judging you or anything...”

You choke on your saliva, clearly thrown off by the backhanded comment. That darn bald-headed fool that looked like the green eyed monster from the DreamWorks cartoon, he sure needed to lay off the gossip and actually focus on his job as the head of the science department, “You’re not denying it.” Mahito stated, narrowing his eyes in suspicion, “Why aren’t you denying it?”

“I’m not dating Megumi-kun’s father.” You grumbled, finishing up your paperwork, “That man is off limits.”

“Right,” he drawls on sarcastically, “...because you have a strict rule against dating hot older men with money.”

“I also teach his kids and his cousin…” You deadpan.

“We don’t even have a rule against that.” He retorts, rolling his eyes, “If we did, Hanami-sensei would’ve been fired a long time ago.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“And you’re so secretive. If it isn’t Toji Zen’in, who’d ask you out?”

“Hey, I do have a man.” You huffed, “and he’s very kind and considerate...”

The image of the tall and lean man sleeping next to you slowly wormed its way back from your memory and you feel your cheeks start to flush. Good god, what were you? twelve? How embarrassing.

You needed to get that image off of your head, it wasn’t right.

It was all temporary, anyways and he doesn’t even see you in that sort of way-

“Yes, I’m Sukuna and Yuuji Itadori’s guardian…” a very familiar stoic voice could be heard from the nearby table, cutting your thoughts short. Wait, were you so head over heels for the man that you started imagining him here? Yuuji and Sukuna’s guardian? Wait a minute.

All color drained from your face as you snap your head behind you to find the same man you were imagining.

Oh no.

Oh no, indeed.

There stood Nanami Kento in all his glory;  crisp suit, stoic face, and eyes laced with mild worry.

“...L/N-sensei is Sukuna-kun’s adviser, by the way. It would be best to discuss this with them.” Akari somberly informed the man, turning to your direction. You don’t miss the shift of expressions when he sees you standing there.

Your mouth parts and you know you look like gawking fish trapped in a small aquarium.

“Akari-sensei’s looking at you with the new hot daddy.” Mahito mumbles next to you, eyeing him up and down, “Definitely wonder where all these old men come from these days.”

You were only half-listening to your co-worker because your head was all over the place, just what were the odds that he was the guardian of the new transferee’s? Just how awkward would everything be? Why did it even have to be at this school out of all places?

Never ending questions pop out of your head as you approached them, “Good afternoon, Nanami-san.” Your smile comes out very stiff and awkward while you hold your hand out for him to shake, clearly there was no memo on how you were suppose to act around your sort-of-fake-husband-whos-kids-you-actually-taught.

Nanami reverts back to his stoic expression as he clears his throat, “Yes, good afternoon to you too, L/N-sensei.” he greets, maintaining a straight-laced tone.

“Akari-sensei says that Sukuna has been quite...rude...in class…” you try to rack your brains up to describe his kid.

“Your son literally pointed out that the history lesson I was teaching was fake and that I should study again so he could get his tuition’s worth.” Akari looks clearly perplexed and ready to throttle the boy if it was legal. You had to admit, Sukuna went overboard with that insult.

You knew how passionate Nitta was about her job and what Sukuna just said to her was like a big ‘fuck you, you suck.’ to her.

“I’ll be sure to talk to him about this,” he sighs, bowing down, “I’d like to ask for forgiveness for that, the boy is a good and smart student-”

“Nanami-san, the school not only cares about grades but character as well.” Akari Nitta sighed, cutting him off, “I’ll let this slide once, if he does that again, it goes on the record.”

You internally bit your cheek, still trying to process everything that was going on.

“I understand. Thank you for that.”

“I’ll walk him out, sensei.” You immediately say soon after, wanting to have some alone time with him, “Let’s go, Nanami-san.”

You walk right next to him silently, some students peerlessly glancing at the tall blonde next to you but you were too immersed in thought to notice the stares, “Nanami-san?” you ask softly as soon as you reach the exit.

Nanami Kento looks at you, his eyes still laced with a bit of worry, “It’s okay.” you silently comforted him, “Just talk to him calmly.”

“That’s not the problem.” he sighed, “I just didn’t expect that the person I married would be the boy’s teacher.”

You sweat drop, “Aren’t you worried about talking to Sukuna? I mean, he literally just disrespected a teacher and you said that he and you weren’t in good-”

“It’s easier to talk to him about that rather than…” he paused, showing his ring, “this.”

You blinked.

Seemed like Nanami knew what to say about the little attitude problem his son had, “So you must be used to this?” you asked, “Him disrespecting the teacher?”

You notice the shift of expressions on his face, you had only known this man for a few days so far but he was starting to get easier to read. His eyes shed more emotion than his face, no wonder he likes wearing those funny sunglasses a lot.

“It’s something I’ve scolded him over a couple of times,” he gruffed, trying to dance around the subject, it seemed like he had such a soft spot to the point where he had a problem with disciplining them, “At times I believe it’s just because he’s way too smart for his age. The boy has read history books for fun when he was a kid and solved quadratic equations to prove that he’s better than me when he was ten.”

“It still doesn’t give him the free pass to say things like that to a teacher”

“I know,” he acknowledged, “I’ll be sure to give him a better scolding-”

“No, you see. This is why he thinks he can get away with it. He isn’t afraid of you. You’ll only probably tell him that you can’t do that.” you frown, crossing your arms, “You do know that not all sensei’s are as nice as Akari-sensei and he could get in trouble for that even more in the future, right?”

Silence lingered between you two for a moment and suddenly you realize that you must’ve said something way off the rails.

“I..” you turn red, embarrassed by the sudden outburst, “That was too much, wasn’t it?”

You look at him directly in the eye, the worry-filled ones are now replaced with a softer gaze. God, he really needed to stop looking at you like a kid. It would only make this set-up more awkward!

“No,” he mumbles, “It...It wasn't too much…”

“Oh.” you cleared your throat, flustered and looking away from his face, “Well, okay then goodbye then Nanami-sa-”

You needed to get out of this conversation quick.

“Kento.”

Your gaze snaps directly towards him, clearly taken aback by the correction.

“What?”

“We’re technically married now, right?” he softly corrected, “Call me Kento.”

“Oh,” You uttered again, this time softly. You looked down on your shoes, it seemed like the floor looked really interesting now, “Then bye-bye, Kento.”

“Bye Y/N.”

He leaves you standing there, cursing yourself because of your erratic heartbeat at the way he says your name in that voice. First name basis? okay, totally normal for sort-of lovers, right?

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[cloudywriter]

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rowaelin month - september 1st

prompt: i just realized i’m desperately in love with you 

hey guys!! it’s finally rowaelin month and i’m literally so excited you have no idea. sadly, i don’t have time to do every day but i’ll do as many as i can. i can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with. happy writing/reading! (this is just some straight fluff) 

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The school was abuzz, anticipation hung thick in the hallways during each passing period. It had been that way for a week or so now with prom on the horizon. Everyone was constantly on high alert for the next promposal, most desperately hoping it would be their own. Girls hung around their lockers inconspicuously for far longer than necessary and boys tried to play it cool while secretly fretting over who to ask and how to do it.

Rowan was over it pretty quickly, but he’d likely have to suffer through the next month of promposal after promposal. Today was no different, there was an asking in the parking lot before school, one in his first-period English class, another in the hallway after. He couldn’t escape it. 

Thankfully, Rowan wasn’t quite as grumpy as he used to be due to a certain blonde worming into his life a few years ago but he was still Rowan. Sullen and reserved as ever. That fateful blonde being the only one to draw him from his shell. 

Rowan sighed, aimlessly scrolling around on his phone. It was the passing period before his 3rd-period class, AP Biology, and Rowan was leaning against Aelin’s locker.

Aelin always stopped by her locker after her photography class to put her camera away and then they’d head to class together. It was their routine, the same every day. Not yet broken during their entire senior year which was quickly coming to a close. That was a subject Rowan didn’t want to broach though.

He cleared his head of those unsavory thoughts. Rowan could tell yet another proposal was gearing up, Ilias came around the corner holding a poster board in one hand and a bouquet of assorted flowers in the other. At that moment too, Aelin turned the corner, giving Rowan a small smile as she hurried towards him. 

Rowan’s cold resting face tugged into a smirk as she approached her already open locker. Rowan always took it upon himself to open it for her in advance, Aelin tended to fumble with the locks that required a specific number combination and artful twisting. 

As Aelin stored away her camera and shut her locker door with a thud, a gasp down the hallway had them both turning around. 

Ansel was there, her hand cupping her mouth, clearly unsuspecting of Ilias and his proposal. They both watched as Ansel excitedly agreed to prom with Ilias and took the flowers from his outstretched hand, pulling him into a hug. 

Aelin turned her attention away from the happy couple and began to walk towards their next class, Rowan following suit. They progressed for a bit in silence until Aelin spoke up. 

“I hope Chaol asks me to prom soon,” she confessed. 

Rowan almost choked, that single sentence baffling him. “Chaol?” He asked incredulously. 

“Or Dorian,” Aelin shrugged, crossing her arms in front of her. Rowan was suddenly feeling very panicked, like a fish that had accidentally discovered land, flopping around in search of water in a frenzy. To say he felt confused was an understatement. Rowan hadn’t given prom much of his brainpower. He hadn’t even considered asking anyone. He’d just assumed he’d go with Aelin. Why would he have thought otherwise? They did everything together; he’d expected prom would be no different.

When they sat down at their blacktop table in biology Rowan silently floundered as he tried to think over this revelation. Why would Aelin want to go with someone else? Usually, before class started, he and Aelin would joke around until the teacher told them it was time to reel it in but today Rowan stared ahead, picking at the skin of his thumb. A nervous tick he’d developed throughout high school. 

Should he ask someone else then? He couldn’t even think of anyone else he tolerated enough to spend the night with. Maybe Lyria? She was nice enough, always sharing her notes with him in English when he was too busy with lacrosse to do the reading. She was quiet, soft-spoken. Absolutely nothing like the girl sat next to him. That thought made him frown. Remelle? No, he could barely stand Remelle, but he knew she liked him so at least she’d definitely say yes. 

Rowan was pretty much out of luck. Aelin and his friend group were to whom his time was devoted to, he didn’t branch out much beyond them. 

He thought of Aelin all dressed up, maybe in a golden gown that catered to her love of theatrics. Possibly in a deep green that complemented her bright eyes and skin tone. He imagined her with her hair loosely curled and flowing down her back. The delicate, golden Kingsflame silhouette necklace he’d gotten her for her 18th birthday clasped around her neck. It was easy for Rowan to conjure up that image but he couldn’t picture her looking like that and holding onto Chaol’s arm. It felt so intensely wrong to even consider it. 

It was always him. He always imagined her with him. They were a package deal in Rowan’s mind, but apparently not in Aelin’s. 

Aelin seemed to be catching onto Rowan’s internal dilemma. Throughout the duration of the class, he could feel her watching him out of the corner of her peripheral, trying to gauge what could be wrong. She stayed quiet though and dutifully continued her notes that mostly consisted of a collection of small doodles. Rowan couldn’t help but watch and wonder how she truly felt about him.

For the rest of the school day, Rowan pretty much blew Aelin off. He sat between Lorcan and Fenrys at lunch instead of the 2 seats on the right side of the circular table that always housed Aelin and himself. He told her not to wait up in the stands during his lacrosse practice and to head home on her own instead. He could tell she was confused maybe even a little hurt but Rowan couldn’t bring himself to push aside his mass of feelings that had him acting strange. 

He wasn’t even completely sure what was wrong with himself. The thought of Aelin accompanying another guy to prom shouldn’t affect him like it was; they were only best friends nothing more. She had free reign to go with whoever she wanted and she could get whoever, Aelin was a beautiful girl he wasn’t blind to that. He’d just thought it’d be him. 

All throughout lacrosse practice, Rowan was distracted, missing the ball or the goal when he had it, a stark difference from his usual skill. His coach had already pulled him aside once and asked if he was feeling okay only to be given a grunted yeah before putting him back in. He only grew more upset with Aelin as he pondered the day’s events instead of keeping his head in the game. Some part of him knew it was irrational but he couldn’t help it. Why wouldn’t she want to share one of their last big moments of high school together?  

And that’s how he continued to feel as he made the short drive home with his hefty lacrosse bag weighing down his shoulder and his school bag heavy on his back. When he finally entered the home he sighed, the scent of his mother’s cooking filling his nostrils. Honestly, he’d rather stay up in his room and stew than sit through family dinner right now but he knew it’d only prompt more questions from his parents. So he dropped his things by the door much to his mother’s chagrin and collapsed into one of the dining table’s chairs. 

“Feeling alright, son?” His father’s silver brow rose, already catching on to his foul mood. 

“Yeah, just tired,” Rowan confirmed, taking a sip of water. 

His mother entered then, a dish of pasta cupped between her oven mitts that she placed in the center of the table. “How was practice?” She asked sweetly, stripping her hands of their cover and sitting down. 

“It was fine.”

Rowan’s mother and father exchanged a look between themselves. He was normally much more talkative, always giving them updates on school, on plays they’d done during practice, on Aelin. Rowan chose to ignore their concerned expressions and instead served himself a helping of dinner silently. 

His phone buzzed then from inside the pocket of his shorts. Rowan pulled it out to check the message and frowned at the screen. 

fire-breathing b queen👑 : r u okay? 

He stuck his phone back into his pocket instead of typing a reply and forced himself to eat the rest of his dinner. He only half-listened to his parents’ conversation about their days and what was going on in his dad’s office. Rowan knew he was stewing again, falling into a spiral of uncertainty. 

“Rowan, honey, are you sure you’re okay?” His mother pressed, worry lining her brow. 

Rowan’s lips formed a thin line. No, he wasn’t okay. 

In a split-second decision, Rowan decided he was done dancing around whatever was going on between him and Aelin. “I need to go,” Rowan said suddenly, standing up from his chair that loudly scraped across the floor. His parents looked surprised by his outburst but didn’t stop him as he grabbed his keys from the little table by the front entrance and left. 

Rowan didn’t even need to look at the road to know the way to Aelin’s house. The route was in his bones now and within a few minutes he was pulling up in front of her large white house. He hopped out of his truck, not even bothering to lock the doors before he pounded on her green-painted front door. 

The door opened with a squeak and he saw Aelin standing there in one of her nightgowns that drove Rowan absolutely mad. 

“You’re not going to prom with Chaol,” he rasped, pushing the hair falling on his forehead back with his hand. 

“Huh?” Aelin was clearly confused as to why Rowan had come knocking at her door without preamble. 

“You’re not going with him,” Rowan once again declared, standing his ground, ready to get everything off his chest before he lost the courage. 

“Ro, I don’t get what you’re going on about. He hasn’t even asked me and if he doesn’t ask me I don’t know who’d I go with,” she admitted, her hand still holding the door open and her mouth in a serious line. 

Rowan surges forward at that, gripping both of Aelin’s hands in his own. “You’d go with me, Aelin. I want you to go with me,” he pleaded with her, lifting her hands up to his chest. “Aelin,” he continued, “I don’t want to go with anyone else but you. I want to do everything with you, go everywhere with you. Gods, Aelin, you’re like my reason to breathe, to get up in the morning.”

“Row-” Aelin tried to interrupt, her blue eyes going wide. 

“No, just let me finish, I- I know that sounds crazy and I know it’s so out of the blue and you didn’t expect me to show up outside your door like this and start professing my feelings,” Rowan was rambling now he knew. Everything he wanted to say to her was running through his mind like a freight train so much so he struggled to express it. The words were jumbled in his mind as if they were a bowl of alphabet soup in a blender. He just needed her to know how he felt. 

“I- I just, I thought about you going to prom with Chaol or some other guy all damn day and I hated it. Gods, I couldn’t figure out why I hated it so much, it just it- it felt so wrong. Fireheart, I want you to be with me. Gods, I think I’m so desperately in love with you I’m going to combust or something.” Rowan was getting flustered now, he knew his face was burning and he was sweating, maybe from the humidity or maybe from the sheer weight of what he was confessing to his best friend.  “Rowan,” Aelin started once again, her face contorted in pure shock. 

“I know you might not feel the same Aelin, I knew I came here risking that, and if you don’t feel the same-”

“Rowan!” Aelin said with more force, bringing her hands to cup his face. “Listen to me,” she pleaded. 

Rowan stopped trying to fight her and looked at her. He felt as though his stomach might fall out. His nerves were so intense as he stared into Aelin’s golden-ringed eyes. 

“You’re just so fucking stupid,” Aelin breathed. 

Rowan’s brow furrowed, he certainly hadn’t expected her to say that. “Wha-” he began. 

He couldn’t even finish his thought before Aelin’s lips descended upon his own. She cradled his face in her hands as her soft lips moved against his in a slow rhythm. Rowan’s brain stalled and struggled to catch up with what the hell was happening. 

He just knew this felt right, this felt so gods-damn right. 

His hands were loosely wrapped around her wrists and they traveled lightly over her arms and moved to rest on her back and pull her into him. 

Her body molded against his own. It felt like the final bit of a 50,000 piece puzzle had finally fallen into place after years of pouring over it. Rowan kissed Aelin back with just as much fever, desperate to keep her lips on his own. He brushed his tongue along the seam of her lips and she pulled back. 

They both stood there, gulping down air as they stared at each other trying to navigate this unimaginable revelation. 

“You’re- you’re not going to prom with Chaol, right?” Rowan finally managed to ask. 

“No,” Aelin breathed. “I’ll go with you, I’ll always go with you.” 

Their lips met once again.

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Jughead (2015), Issues 1-6: Discussion and Commentary

"I am like unto a god, Archie Andrews. Respect me as such."

Recently re-typed and ready to go, here is a broad discussion of the first volume of the Jughead reboot comic series. I was originally going to review each issue individually, but given that the first six comprise one story arc, I decided to do the whole volume in one go. That means this is a bit crunched for time and therefore not quite as in-depth as I wanted to go! But I encourage you to read the comics for yourself, if you are able.

This will not be spoiler-free, for the record! The images here are taken from my own copy using my phone, so they're not the best quality! But they also aren't especially crucial to this commentary, so you'll have to bear with me.

I just really like the inside cover art for this volume, alright (it's also the cover of issue 5)? I can't help it, I'm aro, I see heart imagery and something in my brain goes haywire.

When we first meet Jughead at the beginning of Volume 1, he comes off as lazy and apathetic, at least on the surface. After an all-nighter of playing video games, Jughead is dragged to school by Archie. There, they find that Betty has started a new campaign to save Fox Forest, a beloved local greenspace that is being threatened by Veronica’s wealthy father, Mr. Lodge. Jughead is… not very interested in Betty’s cause, to put it politely. It’s not that he doesn’t care about Fox Forest, but he does not believe that Mr. Lodge would be convinced to change his mind by a petition. He tells Betty as such, and she remarks that he lives a very hollow life.

“Man, you’re so cynical,” Archie tells him. “Is there anything you’d actually fight for?”

The answer is yes. What ultimately gets Jughead to fight for something? Food—well, kind of, but we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

When Archie and Jughead get to class, they learn that the principal of Riverdale High, Mr. Weatherbee, is being replaced out of the blue by a new guy called Stanger. Stanger is a stiff, serious type, and he immediately starts making changes: new uptight teachers, a strict dress code, new bootcamp-esque curriculum, and most importantly, supposedly nutritious slop to replace the food in the cafeteria.

This sends Jughead down a bit of a rebellious path—he’s not a rule-breaker, but he’s perfectly comfortable with bending the rules in his favor while narrowly skirting around getting into trouble. He starts selling burgers in the cafeteria, with the proceeds benefitting Betty’s fundraiser for Fox Forest.

(Hell yeah, Jughead, unionize that student body! Sell those burgers! You have nothing to lose but your chains!)

This stunt gets Jughead on Stanger’s bad side immediately, and a slowly simmering feud between them ultimately boils over when Stanger plants a knife in Jughead’s backpack to get him expelled. Thankfully, his dad is able to talk his sentence down to a week’s suspension, but that doesn’t stop his friends (and his mother) from worrying about him.

As an aside, I’d like to take a moment to appreciate Mr. Jones.

“Something’s off here and I’m not sure what it is, but I am sure Jughead didn’t bring a knife to school. My boy’s weird, but he’s not a criminal.”

I really like this line from him to Betty. He clearly knows his son and is willing to stand up for him, and it’s comforting to me, especially viewing the story through the lens of Jughead being aroace, that Mr. Jones is not at all bothered by his son being a bit on the strange side, as long as he’s still a good kid. Nothing but respect for Forsythe Jones II in this house.

Something fun and unique about this volume in particular is that in every issue, Jughead either falls asleep or passes out, and has an elaborate imaginative dream about the events of the story. In one he’s a pirate, for example, and in another he’s visited by a descendant of Archie’s from the future, who belongs to the time police. But towards the end of the volume, the line between these daydreams and reality seem to blur for Jughead. He comes to the conclusion in one particular nightmare that Stanger is trying to brainwash them all into becoming mindless agents for his evil organization—and then he realizes he may not be that far off from the truth.

Jughead brings this realization—that Stanger is using the school as a sort of training ground for secret agents—up to his friends, and understandably, they aren’t convinced. They worry that the compounded exhaustion of multiple all-nighters playing games and the stress of being suspended has started to get to Jughead, but he vows to prove it to them.

I mean, damn, Betty, that kind of hurts. (Don’t worry, Betty is actually a good friend, as I’m sure we’ll get into later in the series.)

To make a long story short (and to avoid spoiling the entire plot for those who haven’t read it!), Jughead does find proof, and once he does, his friends are immediately on board. They are ultimately able to save the day, and once it’s revealed that Stanger and the new teachers are ex-CIA trying to brainwash the students (no, seriously), Mr. Weatherbee is re-instated as principal and things return to normal.

I’m leaving out a lot of nuanced details, mostly for the sake of time, but there are a lot of surprisingly weighty moments to this first arc, and Zdarsky’s character writing is incredibly endearing and funny, while still hitting the serious moments when it needs to. There’s an interesting underlying commentary in this arc about military recruitment and U.S. propaganda; Stanger says that he specifically chose Riverdale because the students are so average. There’s something to be said here about the way the military industrial complex preys on average or underprivileged teenagers to convince them to serve when they feel they have no better path to take. It’s an almost funnily serious commentary for Zdarsky to make with a seemingly silly and off-beat comic series, and I respect him for that.

(If you recognize this panel, it’s because it appears on the page where Jughead’s asexuality is canonized. What a good page. So good that nobody ever points out this panel.)

By the end of Volume 1, we see that Jughead maybe isn’t as apathetic and careless as he seemed to be. Sure, he got up in arms about food of all things in the beginning, but it stopped being about food very quickly, once he realized that something truly messed up was going on. And it bothers him, deeply—at one point, the gravity of the situation begins to weigh on him so heavily that he nearly gives up entirely, convinced that there is nothing they can do and that they ought to just lie low until they make it out. But he does end up making things right, with the help of his friends, and in the end, he does decide to help Betty out after all. It’s the least he can do, really. You do get the impression that although Jughead’s friends often don’t take him seriously, they’ll always have his back when it counts—and he’ll do the same for them, even if he’ll insist on being a bit snarky about it.

(That slightly cynical attitude is still there, though, and truthfully, Jughead wouldn’t be the same without it.)

To close out, I am just going to share some of my favorite panels/quotes that didn’t fit elsewhere, including some choice Aro Moods. I hope this (admittedly brief) discussion of Volume 1 convinces you to read the comics, and to join me again when I cover the next arc. Until then, cheers to Chip and Erica.

Jughead’s attitude towards Archie’s romantic problems will never not be funny to me. He’s just like “RIP to you but I’m different.”

Kevin. :/ Kevin come on, man. Mr. Zdarsky, sir, this is character assassination. (Jughead’s face in the corner is a reasonable reaction.)

This one’s gone around so many times before (as have a bunch of other aro moments that I don’t think I need to bother re-posting here), but I just think it’s neat. Don’t worry, Betty lets go.

Aaand lastly, I just really like this line from Jughead. “The world is out of our hands, pal. You just gotta make your own weird way in it.” That we do, Jughead. That we do.

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the wedding booth  — eren jaeger

ೃ pairing: (eren jaeger x  fem! reader)

ೃ after being unwillingly dragged to plan and create a wedding booth for your first university festival, eren accompanies you to a bridal boutique. there, he contemplates about the future and all of the cheesy romantic stuff he wants to do with you.

ೃ genre and warnings: college au, lots and lots of fluff!

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My Big Fat Greek Wedding, My Best Friend's Wedding, The Wedding Planner, Wedding Crashers... hell, even Mamma Mia.

If having to be forced to watch these romantic comedies about weddings doesn't give you the sudden urge to get hitched and run away to some tropical island, then you don't know what will.

For your very first uni fair at Shigashina University, your friends had proposed a Marriage booth. To be more specific, three of your friends did. Jean, Sasha, and Connie are the masterminds behind this stupid idea and it's all because of three things:

1. Jean is pining over Mikasa so so bad. So many years have passed and yet he still hasn't found a way to confess. And so, due to his pompous ass binge-watching stupid rom-coms recently, he thinks that if "fake dating" can bring two people together, then having a fake wedding with his unrequited crush of 12 years could finally make her fall for him too. He wants the booth to be as iconic as a wedding straight out of Las Vegas. Problem is, he's never been to Las Vegas, and his terribly unrealistic basis for wanting it to be as iconic as a "Las Vegas Wedding" is that one scene from The Hangover and that episode from Friends.

He was delusional and yet, he wanted to push through with this proposal no matter what. Nothing was going to stop him... not unless it was one of the three seniors whom you would be proposing this project to in the first place.

2. Sasha's goals are much normal. A bit odd, but still normal and not as desperate as Jean's. All she wants is to get Ymir, the captain of the school's soccer team to confess to Historia, the freshman Bio-Chemistry student who works part-time as a library assistant (and whom everyone secretly fawns over for. she's just that damn cute.) However, the real reason as to why she helped [rp[pse this stupid marriage booth to get them to finally confess to each other is anyone's guess.

3. Connie thinks he's gonna get clout from this. Rise up the university hierarchy perhaps? He's treating the entire festival like it's high school all over again. He prays that the marriage booth will become the hottest thing in the festival, then he'll instantly become that cool and bad-ass freshie whom everyone wants to be friends with. Either way, if the booth is going to be a success or not, you know for a fact he's never going to be a part of the "cool kids" (good lord, can you believe people still use that term in college?) and he's gonna be stuck with you and your other friends for the rest of the years to come.

It didn't take long before they finally finished their elaborate PowerPoint Presentation (despite Connie insisting that Powerpoint is boring) that they were going to pitch to three of the principal members of the student council. Namely, Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, and Hange Zoe.

It was gonna be an automatic no for Levi, obviously. Nothing could ever get past that man. But if they can somehow convince Erwin and most especially Hange to get on board with their stupid scheme, then the booth was good to go.

Now, here you are, in a bridal boutique. Purchasing some simple wedding dresses that will serve as your rent-a-dress service for the Marriage booth.

It wasn't originally a part of the plan. Not at all.

However, Hange would only approve of the project IF the wedding booth was going to be made into something more elaborate and memorable. They didn't want something as simple as printing out fake marriage contracts, cheap tulle fabric wedding veils, fake plastic bouquets, and wedding pictures that came out of a polaroid camera.

Oh no no no. They wanted it to be extravagant. The cream of the crop. The absolute bomb. The best booth at the festival.

Hange saw potential in the idea and with an approved budget by the student council, you could make anyone's wedding dreams come true.

 Fast forward to a week before the event, you are currently on a shopping spree with Armin, Mikasa, and your boyfriend, Eren (because Sasha insisted he had the right proportions for the rental groom outfits. She totally did not ask him to come along so that he can see you try on wedding gowns.) to buy supplies, props, decorations, and everything else needed.

"(Y/N), we'll meet you and Eren at the bridal boutique, okay?" Armin proclaims, looking at the time on his wristwatch and struggling to balance the shopping bags on his other hand.  Mikasa notices how much he's been struggling and offers to hold the bags for him.

"Sure! Don't forget about the list that Jean sent!" You shout back, turning to Eren as his fingers interlace with yours, making your merry way to the boutique whilst Armin and Mikasa go off the other direction.

"Don't get too excited." You joke, nudging Eren on the arm. "I'll just be trying on these dresses for the booth."

There's a particular glimmer in Eren's emerald eyes, chuckling at your quip. "Sheesh. Did you really have to remind me? Of course I know that. Besides, we're too young to even think about marriage right now. What's important is that I'm spending the best years of my life with you."

"Eren Grisha Jaeger, it is too damn early for you to make me a blushing pile of mess with your flirty comebacks." You deadpan, the heat rising up your cheeks as you try to hide your embarrassment from him.

The both of you laugh it off, shuffling into the store. The chiming bells of the shop door echo around the area as you look in awe at the luxurious dresses occupying every available space. The wafting smell of a vanilla pinecone scent and the soft sound of a sewing machine doing its work. There was a homey and rustic feel to this boutique that made you feel like you were sent back in time.

From great flouncy pieces adorned in layers of lace that rolled like ocean waves to more humble designs, albeit of the finest cloth.

This plethora of finery- reminds you strongly of the many genteel ladies depicted in those books and historic romances you used to read and watch. Like that of Pride and Prejudice or Sense and Sensibility.

Having the opportunity to enter a boutique such as this was a dream.

"Welcome! May I help you find anything?" A seamstress appears from the register. She looks at you from head to toe, as if trying to guess your measurements.

"W-we're looking for wedding dresses. Anything within the 200 to 300 dollar range? We don't need anything extra fancy, though! We'll just be needing them-"

Her eyes shift from you to Eren like she's suddenly a love coach, sizing the two of you up. "Yes, yes, young love! How sweet!" She chirps, breathing out a dreamy sigh. "Of course! For couples on a tight budget, we have-"

"We're looking for wedding dresses that can be used as costumes! Not too short and not too long either. W-we're not getting married or anything." You dismiss the seamstress with a wave of your hand. "I'm sorry if you thought of it that way..."

Although her shoulders visibly drop, the saleswoman still manages to smile. "Oh! I would like to apologize for assuming anything too!"

"Actually, mam, we do have plans sometime in the future." Eren grins cheekily, pulling you close to him. "Not today, of course, but we'll make sure to drop by in a few years!"

The saleslady's eyes lit up at Eren's vow. "Over here are some of our best-selling pieces! Ones that will certainly attract the eye of any groom!" She beckons you over to some mannequins lined up in the middle of the store, your gaze is drawn to the myriad of dresses on display as you walk throughout the space.

You turn back to Eren, studying him closely as he walks a few paces behind you, you thoughtfully wonder if the dresses you would pick out would match his taste.

She leads you to the back of the store to show the other garments and dresses embroidered with simplicity and yet elegance. You then pick two gowns up from their respective racks, satisfied with your purchase and making a beeline to the register to pay. However, the seamstress stops you from your tracks.

"How about this one, dear?"

You turn your attention to her, doe-eyed and curious as to what she was going to show you next.

"It is indeed a wedding dress, although not what you had asked for, the handsome young man did say something about your marriage plans. Perhaps this might help you visualize it? Give you an idea for the future, hm?" She hums wistfully, drawing your attention to the mannequin she placed in front of you. "It would be a shame if you left the boutique without trying anything on."

"(Y/N)?" You hear Eren's husky voice call out for you from the front of the store, "Armin just texted me. They can't find a specific prop in the crafts store so we might have to wait a bit longer for them."

"Okay! We can spare more time in the boutique, anyways." You answer back,  before turning your attention to the seamstress once more.

"Alright. I think I'll try it on then."

"Trying it on" turned out to be more than you had imagined. You thought you could just slip inside the dress and show it off. But nope. You needed a few adjustments to dress, adornments in your hair, and had to wear a wedding veil.

It was almost as if you were actually preparing to be wed.

"Good sir, your lovely missus is ready!" Yup, even the words of the seamstress made you feel like you were living in the 17th century right now. Did she really have to use such fancy words?

"Please, watch your step." The seamstress takes your hand and leads you out of the dressing room and right towards—

Eren who had been waiting in the shop proper.

"Doesn't she look beautiful?" She giggles, glancing at Eren for a response. "Well, I'll leave the two of you here first and bring the dresses you've chosen to the cash register first." In a wink, she's gone and had disappeared into the back almost before the words left her mouth.

The unfamiliar yet elegant garb makes you feel shy and the fact that Eren was gaping at you did not help at all. He was absolutely entranced by your beauty.

You unconsciously lower your head, tucking a strand of hair beneath your ear, unable to bear the thought.

"God, you're not just beautiful. Y-you look breathtaking."

He says in a barely audible whisper, pulling you to him once more.

Placing his hands on your waist, Eren plants a soft, tender kiss on your chest, the low-cut dress affording it easily. In a heartbeat, you feel your cheeks grow hot.

"Heh. Guess I got you again." He grins wolfishly, still admiring your beauty and tracing circles on the back of your hand. "I-I don't deserve you... I really don't."

"If you didn't deserve me, would you be here right now?" You say jokingly, raising your eyebrow.

"I mean it." He buries his face on the hem of your dress, his voice is muffled and soothing. "I can't believe you chose to love me." He looks up at you, eyes practically welling up with tears. "God, I honestly can't believe I'm crying right now, but, yeah... I am. That's how much I love you and how much I want to marry you right now."

You giggle at the expression your boyfriend has shown before you, stroking his hair and burying your fingers into his long brunette locks. "I love you too. But... why so sudden? You already told the saleswoman that we'll be back in a few years. She'd be surprised to hear you change your mind so easily."

"Well, if that's the case, then I better tell Jean to have us first on the list of the wedding booth then. We worked our asses off for this, might as well be the first to be blessed with the luck of that stupid booth."

You giggle once more as he continues to hold you so close. You feel his breath and his heartbeat. Each exhale and pulse brings you to the realization that Eren is the one. The man you want to be with for the rest of your life. The man who will help you through all your faults and mistakes, your burdens and troubles, through all the ups and downs... he will be there.

Just as you will be for him.

Guess those stupid movies centered around weddings weren’t so bad after all

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