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ancientgoddessofegypt · 3 months

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LIGHTS, CAMERAS, ACTION - BEING YOUR MOST MAGNETIC, PHOTOGENIC SELF ; MANIFESTATION 101

Hey ! So I wanted to share my thoughts on being more magnetic with your persona and growing into your most photogenic self. As someone who didn't like taking pictures, and was always stuck with the same selfie pics being shot from my left angle I had decided to put myself into different boxes until I eventually stuck my foot out of them. At some point, I felt rather estranged to photography, not liking how I looked or felt and my my my did it show on camera. I had a vision of me being my most picturesque, most striking, beautiful self, and knew that if my mind could see it then it meant it we're possible. And I mean, to be honest, I had done it so many times before I was just unaware of it. And for me, even when your unaware of it the potential is there, it just needs more work.

So now, I'm ready to share what I've learned with obtaining a more photogenic persona. If you've had dreams of being a supermodel, a star or someone who just likes to be photographed a lot then this is for you. I'll try to make this super sweet and easy for you guys and give some tips on how to manifest your best photogenic self.

First tip : Start small. Get that camera phone and start taking pictures from unusual angles.

Sometimes it hurts to see ourselves in a way that doesnt match the vision we see for ourselves and thats okay. It takes work and practice but don't give up..

Now if you didn't like some of the pictures, what emotion do you feel? Shame? embarassed? cringey? I ask because our emotions play heavily into our reflection, and a lot of how you feel can reflect back to you on the photo.

When you're looking straight into the mirror, you gotta feel it. Feel allll of it. And leave no crumbs.

If you're not use to feeling like your 'that girl' then baby you gotta make it that way. I aint never said it would be easy, but I never said it could get difficult. Be a star! DONT BE AFRAID TO SHIT ON EM!!!!

Now when focusing on trying to manifest this desire, who are some super models, ig babes, or people who inspire you to be more photogenic look like? Vision boards are a great way to create a space for your vision to come to light because the focus is on the energy and less on the individual of liking.

When meditating on your desire, affirmations around photoshoots, feeling beautiful, and being a model work to the t. It's even best to program your mind into believing them while doing the thing.

So when your practicing, challenge your mind while focusing on some new poses. Your mind will begin to follow divine instruction through intuitive based thinking and you'll flow deeper into the subject at hand. No need to control every aspect, this is simply watering a plant. We got to plant the seed just to see it through babies.

Play with yourself, baby you gotta have fun! I wan't yall to shake off those insecurities because I promise you the roots of them aren't from your own tree. So weed them out and start all over. You deserve to see yourself in a new, beautiful light. This is your world, we just livin' in it.

It all starts off with the poses, make them worth it! Whenever you feel uncomfortable thats when you keep going because THAT'S what starts this train up until we get ready to go into the finish line. Like I said before, this doesn't come easy if you're not use to allowing yourself to freely pose and feeling good as hell while doing it.

You manifest it by forcing yourself into this new formation. When you look into the camera, you need to feel that you are the supermodel of the moment. Even if it doesn't feel real, even if you have to fight with yourself. The thing is. We are born with a certain ability to manifest the desires of our reality. Everything can be ours, if you just see it through.

Mirror Magic should be one of the main focus for practicing and developing your skill. Because the camera is reflecting back to you what you see. You ever took a picture of yourself and just hated it, but other people did? It starts with how your mind reacts to certain things based of emotion. So when I say try focusing on poses and doing affirmations in the mirror I want you to appreciate your beauty and also understand that your beauty is indescribable and can't be duplicated. I want more of y'all to understand that your thoughts can sometimes play tricks on you... so if you feel like you're not photogenic than your commiting to downplaying yourself and thats the lowest frequency to be on. You get what I mean?

Being confident puts you in a neutral/higher frequency than most, so you always gotta stand ten toes on your magic, your beauty, your essence, and your light. I hope this message can help a babe be her most photogenic self. Have fun, and be yourself! Bye babies.

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minato-division03 · 11 months

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ARB Birthday Special: Reiaki Suzubayashi

～ June 14th ～

“Rock bottom will teach you lessons that mountain tops never will.”

“Happy birthday to the kind soul that’s getting stronger every day. Yup! That’s right, it’s my birthday! Yeah, yeah, it’s technically not my birthday anymore, but oh well! It’s my birthday week! I sure hope I have a good one!”

"I am officially one year older! So Happy Birthday to the great person I am becoming! I’ll do my best to enjoy this next year to the fullest and laugh like never before!”

Voice Lines

“I’ve been traveling overseas to work on an upcoming film— I know, on my birthday, but! The staff and even some of the talents surprised me with cake and presents on set! I had some issues bringing all the presents back to Minato, but I’m here now and I’m ready to just kick back and chill. I already have a video edited and ready to be posted, I have no clients for today… time to take it easy with some of my favorite people on the planet!”

“I even checked my P.O box and I see a flood of presents from fans. It’s so sweet of them! Kinda overwhelming, but I really appreciate the presents! A lot of them are birthday cards, fan art, or really cute plushies! More to add to the collection!”

"Ohhhh? Well if it isn’t the Queen Card! Oh, thanks! Y’know, it’s nice to hear something nice from you once in a blue moon~ Okay, okay, so? Did you need something? Uh… huh? You? Queen Card? Giving me a present? Wait, no, you didn’t have to— Ah… okay… well thank you! What’d you give me?”

“Oh? What’s this? A glass bloody heart necklace? It’s really intricate… really? An anatomical heart? Gruesome… but it’s really pretty! Wha– you made this?! Is that what you’ve been working on this whole time?! Your Majesty! O-okay, you must’ve spent a lot of time on this, thank you!”

"Miku-chan! What’s up? Oh, a present? I didn’t see that coming, thanks! Ah what the hell… do you see me flaunting my money? I’ll let that comment slide, so I wanna see what you made for me.”

"Let’s see~ Hm? There’s skulls, ghosts, there’s faces of… horror movie characters? What even are these? Oh, bath bombs! Geez, you really went all out on these, huh? Thank you! Can’t wait to try ‘em! By the way, the scents that you chose for some of these guys don’t match ‘em at allll~”

Queen Card Lines:

“I hear it is your birthday week. A happiest of birthdays to you, my dear. Oh, come now, that is no way to treat a friend who’s come to pay you a visit. My, I wonder? I had so been looking forward to bestowing a present on this special occasion~ Oh goodness, no, you must take it.”

“A perfect finishing accessory. Do enjoy your new present to the fullest. I crafted it myself, after all. Silence, this is a gift from your Queen. Accept it, that is an order.”

Miku Lines:

"Happy Birthday… Here you go. I didn’t know what kinda gift to give to someone who makes millions… so I made something myself.”

“They’re bath bombs that I made. They’re all labeled, too. This skull one’s scented as achillea— or the yarrow plant, and this ghost one’s thistle-scented, this Freddie Krueger one is vanilla and star anise, the Jason one is pomegranate and guaiacwood, and the Michael Myers one is rose and agarwood. Oh, shut up!”

#hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic arb #hypmic arb #minato division #r.i.p märchen #reiaki suzubayashi #Queen Card #miku shirazuki #birthday 2023 #reiaki birthday 2023

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shaekingshitup · 4 years

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Shae’s First Date

For anyone who is bored: the most brief (that I can recap because ya girl is a lengthy heaux) summary of my first date goes as follows:

EDIT: THIS SHIT AIN'T BRIEF. SORRY NOT SORRY 🤷🏿‍♀️🤷🏿‍♀️ But I put a TLDR at the end.

I matched with a guy on Bumble who had some cool hobbies and some of which overlapped with mine. We talked daily for almost 2 weeks before we met up in person and the guy was a very big charmer/woo-er. Like if I was messaging this kid I was constantly laughing and smiling

Tbh this was a lil bit of a red flag to me becauae I'm like: "no one is this charming. Something has gotta be up" & I legit came up with a few different scenarios. But I chose to shelf them because people do that to me all the time.

Like I'm just a really loving person and I will gas people up or go out of my way to make them happy if I can and people always want to try me like that can't truly be how/who I am or if I'm doing it it's because I'm trying to get at that person and they are always wrong. All the way from best friends to new acquaintances I really just like when people are happy. I mean the world's shitty already, if I can make your day easier or put smile on your face I'm game!

So we're on the phone one night (stayed up to 3 am sacrificing my sleep talking to this dude 🙄) talking more about who we are as people, what we're looking for in an ideal partner, etc. I told him straight up both via call and via message that honesty is really important to me. I value honesty with myself and also with others.

So also in this late night call things got a lil spicy 🌶 🌶 I was honest and told him that I'm pretty much a blank slate. Never fucked/sucked, etc or had anything like that done to me. He was taken aback like everyone I share this with is. Apparently I'm some sort of unicorn 🦄 out here in these streets to all y'all hoes. He makes a comment about stealing a kiss from me the next night and I said "I might allow it."

But the point is. I told him what it was. I was honest. That's my truth.

I didn't tell him that I'd never been on a date/kissed anyone because he didn't ask. Maybe if I would've said something, things would've been different. But I can't "what if" what's already happened y'all!

SO, day of. We messagin and snapping. I'm allll ready. We're going to a drive in and I'd never been to one before so I'm excited. I'm also just committed to making this a good time because I easily get distracted and often don't stop to take my experiences in to experience them fully. So I said not today!!

I got snacks. All of his favs and some of mine. I brought drinks and a blanket. I looked good.

Like I said in my pre-date post: I didn't have any lofty ideas about this dude being my soul mate or anything but I anticipated a good time.

He picked me up at our designated location. My sister met him and got his license plate; because apparently I had enough sense to realize I didn't know this nigga but not enough sense to later realize I didn't know this nigga.

It wasn't gonna take as long to get to the drive in as originally anticipated. So we went to a local park and sat in the car and talked because the park was PACKED and ya know RONA!

It was somewhat awkward because it was our first time talking face to face. But we found a groove and I'm extroverted af y'all. So, I can get people to have a conversation.

Topics range from our days, music and conspiracy theories which he's really into. What kind? Like: Shakespeare wrote the Bible is one. A lot of people that we know from media aren't really the original ones that we were introduced to is another. Ya know like that Beyoncé is not the real Beyoncé. There's two Trumps. There's two Hilary Clintons etc.

So at this point sensible me is like: this can be the point where you go home girl. You're 5 minutes away from your place. You can just say this ain't workin and cut it short.

OPTIMISTIC/BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT GIVIN/NAIVE SILLY ME IS LIKE: well, I 100% don't agree with anything you're saying just because you're saying it. But ya know, I don't know everything and I'm not in the business of judging people-especially since we just met and I don't want this human to feel uncomfortable. So, okay. I don't agree. But I won't judge. Let's just continue on.

If you haven't guessed by now which me I listened to, you may be just as silly as I am 🙃🙃🙃

But obviously I continued on and that's what I call mistake #1

So we're driving to the drive in. I'm realizing we're kind of different in ways. Most notable is that dude was raised Jehovah's Witnesses and celebrates 0 holidays & I'm in love with Halloween and at least birthdays.

We miss the drive in entrance due to my poor navi skills & he decides to smoke before we pull in. He offers it to me and I accept. This is mistake #2

Ya girl hasn't smoked in 6 years. I tried edibles recently. But that shit ain't the same. I really just feel like I said I wanted to be present and then I smoked and I was tired and everything was kind of dull?

So I'm high and sleepy but still a lil excited because it's my first drive in!! We get there and park and the drive in is really just a giant protection screen we all park in front of. Lmao. 😅 Idk what I was expectin but not that. But it was still cool. It's 10 and this movie still hasn't started because the last one is still showin credits.

Dude says he wants to chill in the back but he's going to the bathroom. I AM SLEEPY. THAT IS WHAT WEED DOES TO ME. Plus I was on the phone til 3 AM. So I'm like imma close my eyes before this thing starts since it's already late.

So while he goes to the bathroom I legit laid down in the back on a pillow because ya girl is a sleepy heaux 😴

He comes back and pits the pillow in his lap and is talking to me because this movie ain't started yet. My eyes are closed but I'm listening and everything and he's massaging my shoulders and whatnot. Eventually advertisements about common courtesy come on and what not. But that's not important and I don't move.

Soo he says something I'M ASSUMING IT WAS ABOUT THE KISS (I don't remember y'all. I'm about to skimp on some of these details because that high was really kickin in and I was feelin foggy.) But, I said "I would allow it." And he kissed me.

It honestly felt anticlimactic as fuck. Yeah my mind is kind of foggy because of the weed so I feel like I wasn't as fully cognizant as I would have been if I was sober minded. But also, it just happened

I'm in my head af. I've never done this and I'm sure I'm shit at it but I'm trying not to be ya know? Dude's tongue is in my mouth. His hand is under my romper.

So, I'm a roll with the punches kind of human and the rest of the film we pretty much are making out (lowkey meh), groping (I hate this word) & watching Deadpool ( for people who needed that detail)

As previously stated, all of this shit is new to me. But, I'm also not a "prude". I chose not to kiss/fuck anyone prior to this because it was what I wanted for a period of time. I couldn't do much in the date department because I was just not approached often or by people I wanted to entertain. But the opportunities for all that physical shit were presented and I chose not to just like I chose to engage in those activities on this date. I'm real big on not judging nor regretting those choices because those were what I wanted at one point and that's it. Soo if you got opinions about what I was out here doin, keep em to yaself.

We ended up making out and I feel like it was cool.. but just not great. We did other shit minus actual fucking. But it all just felt pretty muted to me. Not bad. Not uncomfortable. Just not great and I think in hindsight it was because I a) really didn't know and have an established connection with this dude and b) I was high.

He really wanted me to suck his dick and I was really hesitant to do that. Not even that much because I was checking off a lot of "firsts' or anything like that but because I swore I was gonna be shit at it due to 0 experience and that was what I told him. Like, I wanna be good at shit and also I would like if the person I was hooking up with was actually enjoying being with me ya know? Is that not a thing? Y'all just be out here tryna get ya nut and say fuck it to whomever you with? Lemme be a unicorn then. 🦄

But anyways, I did this and he says like nothing. I'm in my head af trying to recall upon all of my BP smut I've read and trying not to suck at sucking (SO THANKS TO ALL OF Y'ALL WHO BE WRITING SMUT!!). After a few minutes the car turns off and Ryan Reynold's ain't talking anymore. Sooo I take this as a sign that I should stop and tell him as much.

He turns the car back on so we can still hear the movie & I'm pretty much like half watching the movie and talking to him like: "Soooo. I did that and I feel like I was right." To which he responds, "I've had worse," which is like ya know the compliment of the century and the most reassuring feedback you can give someone who is insecure about shit they've never done.

We still ended up making out and I gave him a handjob and finished the movie. I can't recall if it was at this point or when he drove me home but he basically implied that I was a liar and that is the shit that literally makes me wanna go back in time and tell former me to never say yes to a date with this nigga.

He drove me home and I was pretty quiet listening to Ari Lennox (💕) and thinking/processing. He gets to my place and we're talking now that we're parked and tells me that he thought I probably wasn't right about never having sex before. He told me I probably just had sex like 3 years ago and it had been so long that's why I said that and that's why my pussy is so tight.

So, I'm real life hurt. I like to consider myself to be someone who has a good character and I am really big on honesty.

So I asked him why he said that if I told him from jump what it was. He told me that his ex lied a lot and that he just couldn't believe me..

And I know for certain that his assumption was independent of any of my actions. He literally just told me so. He projected his insecurities onto me. But I'm a sensitive ass heaux and that shit still shook me. PBS raised me right. I don't be out here lyin & I don't like when people try to tell me who tf I am.

We pretty much just ended up arguing about the night and he was doing it on purpose because he thinks it's sexy when women are mad. But when I get mad, I get done. If I let enough shit slide and you have the audacity to try and flip my script, I will fucking write you out of it.

Then I looked up at the time and realized I was sitting in this car arguing with nigga for at least 25 minutes. So I was just like: bitch, why are you still here?

I told him straight up that when I got out of that car he could forget about talking to me altogether and he was like: "I'll let you know when I make it home."

I told him he need not bother because apparently I'd finally gained some damn sense. I exited the car. He left. He hit me up when he made it home but I just deleted the app and removed him off of snap because I meant that shit.

TLDR; Went on my first date with a conspiracy theorist I matched with on Bumble and he told me I lied about my lack of sexual history.

#bumble #first date #drive in #story time #short stime #i need my mutuals to pray for me #because lordt #deadpool #ryan reynolds #ari lennox #personal #mine #big time sigh #im sorry I can't add the keep reading tab on mobile tk!

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ayyysweetcreature · 4 years

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morning time! w/ jaehyun+ you being sick

heyyaa! back again with a new writing. hopefully you guys would appreciate and like it though. thanks for reading! if there’s any mistakes, I’m so sorry! xx - N.

morning time! w/ jaehyun + you being sick (jaehyun x reader)

mode: fluffyyyy fluff, slightly comedy and tiny angst!

fuck i love him so much

(before we start, i’m actually terribly sick rn :( and pls listen to paris in the rain by lauv while reading this! it gives me soft fluffy vibes)

“cause anywhere with you feels right, anywhere with you feels like paris in the rain”

okay so let’s get itttt!!

so both of you were in his room still sleeping soundly, wrapping each other’s arms around each other’s waists

sleeping beauties aw

his room filled with you guys’ photos, his favorite LPs standing nicely on the shelf with the classic vinyl player and his speaker that he would use a lot to play your and his favorite playlist whenever you’re together

it’s simple and minimalistic but yet homey. you loved it.

you usually would be the one that wakes up earlier than jaehyun but well not this time

you looked at the clock standing behind the bed, oh shit it’s 10AM

your head felt so heavy and your throat feeling so uncomfortable and funny as you were trying to get up

it was hard for you to get up so you just went back to bed feeling uncomfortable and sick

you looked over jaehyun, he’s still sleeping so comfortably, his pouty rosy lips and red cheeks with some of his dark brown hair covering a lil bit of his forehead and his eyes still shut

“damn he’s such an art” you thought to yourself as you smiled sheepishly

you moved to your right side and you felt jaehyun pulling you closer into his arms as he’s nuzzling into your neck

you moved your head a little bit to look over him as he opened his eyes slowly, “hey babe morninggg” his deep morning voice echoes beautifully in your ear along with his soft smile as he looked at you and his eyes that seems to be made of stars

your heart felt like it’s about to drop (fuck my heart would too :’)))

no matter how long you guys have dated, it would always feel like the first time and day you went on a date with him; the nervousness, the tingling sensation, the sparks and everything.

you replied back to him, “hey good morning sunshine”, your voice sounding hoarse and slightly unclear, starting to concern jaehyun

he straightaway got up and put his hand on your forehead and neck, feeling them to check how high or low your body temperature feels

“babyyy, I think you’re sick. your body feels way too warm and your voice concerns me too” he said as he rubs your back gently up and down

“I don’t knowww, but as I was trying to get up earlier, I just felt so uncomfortable and sick. My throat still feels funny and uncomfortable and my head feels like spinning around” :((

he caresses your cheek lovingly with his soft delicate fingers,“let me fix it” and then proceed to leave a short but yet still meaningful and sweet kiss on your lips

you tried to avoid from him kissing you, “heyy you’re gonna get sick!” but it was too late haha

he laughs and smooches you all over your face like crazy, “it’s okay as long as we get sick together”

you tried to act like you’re vomiting after what he just said and chuckled softly

“I’ll be right back, princess. I’m cooking you something since you’re sick and I’ll get some of the medicines for you from the box outside, yeah?” he said as he got up from the bed and smiled at you

“but babeeee, don’t leaveeee meee” you said, trying to pull his arms and stopping him from leaving the room

“babyy, but you need to eat and I need to take care of you” he cooed

“but take me outside with you too, I’m gonna be bored here all alone” crossing your arms as you sit and cooed back

he giggles to himself afterwards, “you’re making me crazy, god i must be so in love with you”

YES IT’S CHEESY BUT IT’S JUNG YOONOH IK YOU LOVE IT

AAAAAAAAAAHHHH uwu

you giggled too, opening your arms to jaehyun showing him as a sign to pull you from the bed, “take me with you, my man”

he pulls your arms gently and carefully as if you’re made of glass so fragile and precious, “alright, my woman”

he went to the kitchen to start cooking and you went to the living room which facing the apartment’s kitchen

you rested your back on the couch with your head on the soft grey pillow as you’re trying to find something interesting to watch

SO YOU GUYS WANNA KNOW WHAT HES COOKIN

COOKIN COOKIN COOKING TIME

so he’s cooking some rice for both of you, seaweed soup and some chicken soup with mixed vegetables as well as herbs that’s good for the immune system (you gotta eat healthy ok its good for ur immune system)

while he’s doing his thing cooking at the kitchen, he would look over to check on you and what you’re up to

he noticed there wasn’t any blanket on the couch you’re resting on so he went back to his room and got you his fuzzy blanket in case you suddenly got cold

“hey baby, fevers can cause you to either feel really hot or cold. so, in case if you suddenly feel cold, wrap yourself using this fuzzy blanket, okay?” caressing your hair as he walked over to you to give you the blanket

you smiled looking at him and nodded, “thank you, love. what are you cooking? It smells so good already I’m hungry dude”

“I’m cooking...something special for us! It’s a surprise hehe” he grins cutely, like a child (isn’t he cute ugh)

after he’s done with the cooking, both of you finally got to eat yayyyy

sitting on the kitchen counter area facing each other, adoring each other’s presence as both of you were enjoying the meals he cooked for you and him

jaehyun. he’s just so great, so good to be true. he’ll always be the one to pick you up when you’re down, the one to help you out when you’re having a problem whether it’s a big matter or even just a small matter, the one to light you up when everything seems to be dark to you, the one to guide you when you’re lost, the one to get concern about you even if it’s not about something to get/be concern about, the one that only stays when nobody stays with you, the one that falls asleep only after you fell asleep first because he wants to make sure that you’re safe in his arms while you’re sleeping, the one to hold you when everything seems to fall apart, the one to comfort you when you’re upset about your life. he’s your star, your world, your everything. he’s your home.

and,

you’re his home, too.

you’ve always prayed for someone, like, him. :’)

ALLLL MYY LIFEEEE I PRAYED FOR SOMEONE LIKE YOUU AND I THANK GOD THAT I THAT I FINALLY FOUND YOU *sings*

FUCK I’M GETTING SO EMO SHIT

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT EHEM MOVING ON

I love him with all of my heart

ok so after you guys have finished eating, cleaning and shit, you went back to the couch with jaehyun behind you

he put a box which contains all kinds of medicines (his and yours) in it on the table before finding meds for your fever and sore throat

“here, take your meds and here’s some water so that you would feel better baby” he turned to you as he gave you one of the fever pills and lozenges for your sore throat with a glass of water on the table

you took them from his hand the pills first so that you could proceed to swallow it

to be honest you’re not really good at swallowing pills bcus you’re afraid and you just dk how so what you usually do is chewing em (don’t judge me)

yes you’d rather take em like you’re eating a normal food instead of swallowing em like how you’re supposed to do

jaehyun noticed how you’re not swallowing the pills the way it should be done and laughed, “you’re supposed to swallow them, you dumbass”

after you’re done drinking your water, you hit him lightly and said “heyy, I’m not a dumbass!”

“yes you are boo”

“you’re a dumbass too dude”

“heyyy! since when? I’m a very smart and genius guy plus I’m good at almost everything” he said as he rolled his eyes to you

“since when? remember when you lost in the very first missions and other mission as well in the nct life in chuncheon and hongcheon?” you pulled your tongue out as you teased him and laughed

“sshh, do you wanna lose your voice?” him asking you with his arms crossed and his kinda-cute-failed-angry facial expression

“aw, someone’s upset huh” you cooed, before taking one of your sore throat lozenges and put it into your mouth

he laughs as he slowly tryin to attack you by tickling you

“yo no stop it omg ahhHHh JAEHYUN-”

“I can’t hear you i’m gonna tickle you until you lost your voice and can’t talk and tease me anymore”

you proceed to attack him by tickling him too and the house filled with both of you’s laughter (uwu)

jaehyun tries to protect and avoid himself from getting tickled by you with the pillows on his hands

when you both are finally done, you both just kinda look at each other, admiring every single details of each other’s faces

jaehyun climbs over to you on the couch and puts his head on your stomach full of happy smiles

“you know what, I like me better when I’m with you”, he whispers to you with his arms wrapping around your body tightly

“I like me better when I’m with you too” <3

#nct #nct 127 #jaehyun #jung jaehyun #jung yoonoh #nct imagines #nct blurbs #fluff #nct fluff #oneshot #nct u #big uwu #i love him i can't #someone stop me please #i'm so soft for him #fluffy #fanfic #nct scenarios #where can i find a jaehyun

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a-table-of-fics · 4 years

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Cull to Adventure, Chapter 4, Draft 1

Marie returned from giving a battery-powered Zapfish plushie to the Octarians’ machine (a tradition started by her grandpa, though she had to admit it was cute) to find Agent 4 on the couch, with his gloves off, doodling on his hand with a marker. Concerned, Marie walked up to him, and saw that he was careful to draw within a tattoo of an abstract crab, arms crossed above its head, done in mostly outline except for two beady eyes. Marie couldn’t help but watch with interest as the boy sketched little ideas and interesting patterns.

Agent 4 looked up to see Marie staring, and jumped back. Marie was surprised at how quickly you could put a glove on.

“Ah, h-hi,” he said, smiling weakly. “So, uh… I’ll be up to looking for the n-next one in a sec…”

“Hey, no rush,” Marie said, calmly. She nodded at the Zapfish that was still swimming in the air around them. “Here, I’ll fix you up some milk tea.”

She disappeared into the small shack. The Zapfish looked at Cull for a moment, then swam to a plug to a nearby power strip, and something (presumably an electric stove) hummed to life in the cabin. Cull always found it amazing how all the Zapfish freely swam around and seemed happy to power things for everyone. Why would the Octarians just strap them to a machine like that? Cull wanted to pet her as he thought about this, but he knew it wasn’t nice to interrupt a working Zapfish.

It wasn’t long until he heard a kettle whistle, and Marie soon came back out, carrying a tray with a teapot, a carton of milk, some sugar, and two foam cups. Placing it on a small coffee table in front of the couch, she went to get a lawn chair and brought it to sit opposite Agent 4. She was silent as she poured and mixed the tea, gently placing a cup in front of him.

He picked up his cup, staring into it to try and avoid Marie’s gaze. He occasionally took a sip, but other than that and a quiet “thank you”, he wasn’t saying anything.

“Y’doin’ all right?” she eventually asked, carefully. “Seemed a lil’ rough out there...”

She smiled politely, but Agent 4 still didn’t want to talk. All the same, she saw the ink rush to his face as he stared even more intently into his tea.

With how much action most Inklings sought out for fun, Marie wasn’t sure what to say. He looked around 13, maybe 14, and he still didn’t seem comfortable with splatting or getting splatted, both of which were often near-daily things for most teens. Seeing him like this was just a sharp reminder of that. Why didn’t she pull him out of there sooner? Poor kid was not prepared for this kind of thing…

She calmly finished her tea as she thought of this, and got up to guide the Zapfish back home.

“Just take it easy for a bit, Agent Fou—”

“P-please,” he finally said, looking up but still avoiding eye contact. “My name is Cull.”

Marie was kicking herself. In her rush to find someone to help her, she didn’t even ask the guy’s name? Sure, it was better to keep his name hidden in enemy territory, but she didn’t even ask before or after? Outwardly, though, she simply nodded.

“All right, then, Cull” she said, carefully taking the Zapfish by her back. “You did…you did all right, kid. Chill out here; you deserve it.”

Cull could hear that tone in her voice again. That strained tone when someone struggled to avoid a certain topic; when Cull was concerned, that usually meant avoiding mention of his tentacles. He just wished someone would flat-out tell him he wasn’t half the Inkling others were; he was sick of being patronized. He watched Marie leave to return the Zapfish to Inkopolis, then turned back to his tea. By now, it was lukewarm at best, but it still tasted good. Well, whatever Marie thought, he did it. He got that Zapfish.

***

Marie walked through the back streets, stroking the Zapfish’s head as she went. There were a few things to consider when it came to where one should be returned. First, of course, there was being discreet (they were trying to prevent another Great Turf War, after all), but there was also the matter of what places needed power and where the Zapfish would be comfortable. Food was important, and luckily this fish seemed all right with the way they were going, so they headed off to Mako Mart, being careful not to be seen.

Marie watched as a couple of the employees cheerfully welcomed the fish back. It never got old, seeing squids, jellies, and various fish cheering on the little guys and welcoming them back.

As she walked back, however, her thoughts turned back to Agent 4. She had sent a kid who never even went into a Turf War headlong into danger! Yeah, Agent 3 didn’t seem like an ideal candidate either, but at least she knew how to hold her own…

Gramps sure knew how to pick ‘em…

Marie sighed. Yeah, Cull did manage to get the Zapfish, but he struggled to fight even the most basic Octotrooper. It made her worry about what would happen if he faced other Octarians, or, Cod forbid, an Octoweapon!

***

Cull was back to sketching on his hand, over a tattoo he had designed himself. While it did help him relax to draw within the outline, and he was quite proud of how it turned out, that didn’t matter when he had gloves covering it up most of the time. He just wasn’t ready to show it off. Right now, he was sketching a red salamander crawling across one of the crab’s abstract claws. Patterns swirled all over its skin as it was curling up to sleep. He was eventually satisfied with it, and his nerves had been soothed for now, so he waved his hand a bit so it could dry, then carefully put his glove back on.

Just in time, too; Marie had come back to the Outpost.

Cull gently placed the headset back on his ears, picking the gun back up with his other hand. That was enough downtime; there were Zapfish to save.

“R-ready for the next one,” he said, voice still wavering a little. He started to move forward, but was stopped by Marie’s green parasol.

“Yeah,” Marie sighed. “About that…”

She had never had a talk like this, and it showed, from how she was avoiding eye contact (impressive, as Cull was doing the same), to the way she paused between each sentence.

“…Look, you did well… But let’s face it, you’re inexperienced. I don’t want to see you getting killed out there. They know to look for another Agent now, and, well…”

She took a deep breath, lifting a finger to halt Cull’s interjection.

“Look, kid, I don’t know if I should thank you or apologize, but I think it’d be best if you got a few Turf Wars under your belt before diving headlong into danger.”

The ex-Agent 4’s view looked from the Splattershot, to Marie, to the kettle site, and finally to the manhole to Inkopolis.

“…L-lemme get changed then…” he said quietly, before heading into the shack. He came out minutes later in his civilian clothes, bereft of a weapon.

“Thank you, though,” Marie said, giving him a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Don’t go bragging about this, but the Zapfish you rescued? Should power Mako Mart just fine!”

She smiled slightly, giving his back a quick pat and stepping back a little.

“But, seriously, this is a secret operation. Don’t go blabbing.”

She wasn’t too worried about it, him being both nice and meek, but she figured she’d remind him to be sure.

Cull nodded absently, and walked to the manhole back to Inkopolis. He gave a small wave before vanishing from the Outpost.

Coming out from the surface, it suddenly occurred to Cull that the sun was setting. It was certainly darker out, but he could have sworn he wasn’t away from Inkopolis for that long. Those underground Octarian places must have messed with his internal clock; those artificial skies were surprisingly immersive.

Well, it might be a good idea to stock up; there was no telling how long another agent might take to rescue the other Zapfish. Hopefully, Mako Mart had some non-perishables…

As always, Jelfonzo’s was the last shop to close. Cull had emerged just in time to meet with Flage, who was just leaving for the day. Her long green tentacles were shifted into one long piece that flowed behind her, and she wore a pair of large spectacles over purple eyes.

“Oh, hell-oh-ho, Cull!” she waved, with that somewhat sing-song voice of hers. It would be grating on anyone else, but she had an uncanny way of keeping people relaxed around her.

Cull shuffled forward, absently waving to her.

“Long day?”

“Y-yeah,” he nodded, keeping pace with her. “You could say that.”

“Iiii get that,” Flage said. “Just hope the Zapfish allll come back soon…”

She gestured vaguely and slowly as she talked. Cull could already feel himself get less tense. Which made it all the more startling when she suddenly perked up, clapping her hands once.

“Hey! You hear? Mako-oh Mart got one just a half hour ago-oh!”

Cull couldn’t help but smile at that, satisfied at a job well…. Well, a job done, anyway. He tried to be subtle about it, though, and adjusted his beanie to hide that. If someone found out he had anything to do with it, he had no clue what Marie would do…

“Y-ye-nice,” he said, finally, hoping he sounded like he didn’t know.

Flage didn’t seem to notice anything odd, though.

“Yep! Everyone’s movin’ to get to someplace cool right now, you know how hot it is.”

Cull nodded. He wasn’t really thinking of the heat, but yeah, the heat wave was rolling in sooner than he thought it would. To be fair, he was already sweating from the adventure he just had.

“Hmm…Like moths to a la-amp…” Flage mused. “That could be a good piece, don’t you think?”

“Mhm. Topical,” Cull replied.

“I’m thinking lots of yellows to contrast with the cool blues and greys…”

Flage kept musing about her idea for her latest art installment that would prove to be her big break. Cull didn’t mind; it helped keep his mind off things, it was a friendly common interest (sometimes they even gave each other ideas), and he could feel his troubles melt away with her melodic voice.

Still, his mind kept drifting to the Zapfish, and how happy she was to be able to move again. To Flow, and how Miffens’ absence affected her. To the heat wave, and the lack of air conditioning so many Inklings would have to suffer through. He gave little acknowledgements and comments as Flage talked, but his heart clearly wasn’t in it.

“…Aaanyway, I guess I better head off. It’s not gonna paint itse-helf!”

They waved their goodbyes and parted ways. Flage was heading straight home (“Must strike while the iron is hot hot hot!”), but Cull still needed to stock up. Who knew if the heroic Inkling Marie picked would get them all anytime soon?

Flage wasn’t kidding; Cull found he was struggling to even get through the door to Mako Mart. Although, it was less a sardine pack than it was his reluctance to really talk or make eye contact with anyone. A few mumbled utterances of “hi” and “’scuse me”, however, and he could get in without too much issue. Wearing a beanie might not have been the best idea in this weather, and he could see several Inklings taking their own hats off to beat the heat, but Cull wasn’t about to risk what others would say if they saw his haircut.

Not like anyone was really paying any attention to him anyway, thankfully. Most were trying to get a good spot by the vents or in the freezer aisle. The rest were crowding around something, but the throng was so dense Cull couldn’t tell what.

He grabbed a basket (a cart would be impossible in the crowd) and tried to maneuver his way through the aisles. Some even had Inklings lying down on top of them, in the hopes of getting some open air. Cull instinctively grimaced, imagining the guys who worked here wouldn’t be too happy.

After getting some chips, granola bars, and cereals, Cull decided he had enough for a few days. His fridge still had plenty of vegetables and fish, but those wouldn’t last too long…

He was on his way to checkout, keeping his eyes to the ground as he emerged from the aisle, when he saw a mass of feet around him. He looked up and started; he had walked right into the middle of the crowd. He started to tug his beanie down, reflexively, but he saw they weren’t even looking at him. They were all reaching up, jumping, and even trying to climb on top of each other to reach, as it turned out, the very same Zapfish Cull had saved that day. Everyone was making kissy noises, beckoning, and trying to pet and welcome the Zapfish back.

The Zapfish, on the other hand, was mostly just swimming around above, as if she didn’t notice all the Inklings who saw her as their friend and current hero.

Cull wasn’t sure how to feel when she glanced right over him. On one hand, he really didn’t want any attention. On the other, he busted his butt trying to get the girl here; it would be nice if she recognized him outside his outfit when he was still “Agent 4.”

Oh, well. He was just glad they had a place to cool off.

* * *

In his rush to get himself prepared for home, he had completely forgotten that the train there wasn’t powered, either. Not knowing the bus schedule, he had to call a cab. At least he could charge his phone while he was there, even if it was an awkward ride.

It was getting quite dark, and Cull stumbled a bit as he got back into his house. His phone’s light soon revealed a room that was messier than most. Bunched-up balls of paper were littered around every so often, and the remnants of half-cleaned paint splotches and piles of graphite remained on several surfaces. The walls were once white, but they were painted over (by brush and spray can) with half-finished murals, covered in experimental designs and vibrant colors. In some places, one could see faded parts of previous murals.

No place like home.

He sighed, checking the fridge. It was thankfully still colder than room temperature, but he realized he had no way to cook anything. Cull groaned; he really didn’t want snack foods for dinner, but it would have to do.

* * *

Sleep was light for Cull, and not just because of the heat, or the unfulfilling meal. He couldn’t stop thinking about the power outage. The Inklings at Mako Mart. Marie. Flow. The Zapfish.

All these things swam through his head all night. He got up in the early morning, far earlier than usual, but to his shock, he wasn’t feeling groggy at all. Normally, he’d spend his time playing video games and trying some more sketches or colors, but he had something else in mind this weekend.

#cull goes to octo canyon #draft 1 #Chapter 4 #fic #Splatoon #splatoon 2 #cull to adventure full chapter

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jlf23tumble · 5 years

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Fic rec anon here, I just read through your AU recs, and I need more, holy hell!? Do you have a similar list for canon fics? What are your favourite genres? You're one of the brave souls who posts about mpreg...what other kinks do you recommend?

Yessssssssss, a chance to do part two of my prison 25, fuck yeah!!! I edited this canon rec list down, and Jesus, that’s the hardest part of it. Luckily, I can save a lot of ‘em in other categories--and I have recs in just about any category, so lemme know if anything in particular floats your boat (I tend to bookmark/save in collections like mpreg, a/b/o, omorashi, daddy, toys, panties, phone sex, dirty talk, etc., but yeah, I can hook you up with allll kinds of fic, god bless the ao3 bookmark feature).

I’ll put the full list under the cut, in length order...in lots of cases, the author has done many, MANY more, so I’ll highlight that, too! Enjoy! (Oh, and check out the postscript at the end, too...a lot of these are older, but if you want newer, just give me your parameters/needs, and I’ve gotcha, bb)

Hello, Heaven (you are tunnel-lined with yellow lights), by objectlesson, 2.9k words (E). Or, Louis buys Harry things sometimes. (LISSSSSSSSSSSSSTEN, read every single fic Phoenix ever wrote, jfc, she’s so good, the stories are so good, and this particular one was a gift to me, so I’m biased, but it combines a lot of my fave kinks into one. I edited most of her stories in this fandom, which means I literally can’t pick a fave, they’re my step-children, but this one is noice)

so wicked in the way he moves, by ballsdeepinjesus, 3.6k words (E). Harry and Louis are parents at football practice. (don’t be scared; no kids, just hot van sex and banter, and this author EXCELS at sex/banter, so lots of gold here)

She Feels So Good, by zedi, 4.1k words (E). Louis knows that voice. Harry’s used that voice in his ear more times than Louis can count, said such sweet, naughty things while popping a hip out and pressing up against Louis. That’s the voice that comes out when Harry’s in a skirt, nails done and gestures soft and flirty. (Jumpsuit Harry on the Late Late Show)

like poison coursing through me, by orphan_account, 4.1k words (E). The one with copious dirty talk, Daddy Louis, and Harry wetting himself in the shower. (pee kink, but honestly, give it a try...it’s about desperation, and it’s so hot)

took me by the wrist, by tomlinzn, 4.2k words (E). harry's twenty-one; louis still loves him. there's birthday sex. (Hima’s legacy, god, it’s beautiful)

Take a Chance, Just Feed Me, by yeah_alright, 4.3k words (E). Louis needs some time alone with Marcel, and he’s hoping Harry will play along. (MARCEL COSPLAY)

Fertile Ground, by Blake, 4.4k words (E). Or, Harry doesn’t know what comes first: the lies that shape his want, or his want, which shapes the lies. He only knows that there’s lies, and want. And Louis, of course. (ANOTHER GOD-TIER PERSON TO READ EVERYTHING THEY’VE EVER WRITTEN, and this one has a big ole dose of angst, but it’s so fucking goooood, so real, sob)

You Don’t Need Me to Show You the Way, by LoadedGunn, 6.5k words (E). Or, 2011 fic where Harry rides dick for the first time and Louis appreciates technology. (X Factor era, and I think this was the fic that made me create a whole technology tag, lmaoooo)

Only Thing That Can Quench My Thirst, by eyesofshinigami, 6.5k words (E). Louis wouldn't exactly call it a thing, his newfound fascination with the curly trail that starts below Harry's bellybutton and disappears into his skinny jeans. It's definitely not a thing. It's just... Alright, maybe it's a thing. (the entire reason for pubefest2020, tbh, this is such a fave fic, sigh)

domesticated, by sky_reid, 6k words (E). nothing gets harry going quite like mentioning a marriage licence. (fluffy but still hot five times story)

Agent Provocateur, by orphan_account, 7k words (E). Harry looks like he's constantly about to drop into subspace when he's talking to Louis onstage. (you can kinda guess from the title, but this is panties panties panties, plus more)

let the only sound be the overflow, by sarcasticfluentry, 7.6k words (E; needs ao3 account). Harry and Louis explore new kinks while staying in Tokyo. (another AMAZING author, check out the rest of their fics; this one’s based on a specific video--read the notes--and you’ll never see Louis, Harry, or clothespins the same way again)

little black dress (it’s all right), by istajmaal, 8k words (E). harry is a girl sometimes. louis loves her all the time. (this one’s part of an ahead-of-its-time series featuring genderfluid harry)

horizontal like a quarter to three, by orphan_account, 8k words (E). The worst part is that Louis just wants to get really rough with him. He's wanted it right from the start, and it doesn't make sense, because Harry's always been so gentle and understanding and sweet, and yet all Louis wants to do is fuck him up. (some serious kink exploration nicely done)

give you my fever, by beautlouis @thelovejandles, 10k words (E). x-factor era. harry's never had an orgasm before, louis gives him his first (it is as it says, and it is INCREDIBLY hot/well done, as is everything beautlouis has ever written, immediately finish this one and then go read everything else)

shit, i still love you (still see you in my bed), by wankerville, 10.9k words (E). it's valentine's day and harry wants to be fucked in his gold boots. (another author I adore!!! this one is as it says, and wow, so visual)

Let Me Be Good for You, by onlyhuman, 11.9k words (E). Niall's only birthday wish is to go clubbing with his boys in Vegas. Harry ruins it all by wearing that god forsaken black sheer shirt. (I love some good hair-related porn!! This one features the bun, sigh)

Autumn at My Window, by TheCellarDoor, 20.4k words (E). a lot of pining, Louis' addiction to Harry's scent, and a whole lot of sexual tension that might just snap loose when they decide to spend some time together all on their own. (this is one of those canon-compliant AUs where you’re meant to ignore A LOT, but it’s still a good lil story with a lot of pining)

Maybe I Miss You series, by 13ways, 26k words (E). Louis is on his way back to London after the Hits Live Birmingham concert. Harry is flying to New York for the Met Gala. They connect. (a newer series that does a good job of weaving in all kinds of real emotion for an ultimately happy ending)

Nothing You Can Do (But You Can Learn How to Be You in Time), by Teumessian, 28k words (E; needs ao3 account). Louis braids Harry’s hair. There are good times, bad times, fancy houses, supportive bandmates, secret boyfriends, small rebellions, bigger revolutions, some nail varnish, ribbons, cute clothing, and a Pinterest. (THE PINTEREST FIC!!!! and another admittedly canon-compliant semi-AU...but then again, most of them are, right?? idk, idk, i just know this one’s very visual and oh so soft)

(your heartbeat) rang true inside my bones, by flimsy, 32.9k words (E). Harry goes as Louis' date for a weekend wedding. He ends up taking the role a bit too seriously. (touch o angst, but it kind of is as it says)

Drifting, Weightless, by @dinosaursmate, 41k words (E). Harry and Louis are exes with benefits until they're not, and the Mediterranean Sea might just be the perfect place to work through some unresolved issues. (this is actually a really funny one, in addition to being emotional and hot, plus I for one would take a One Direction cruise when they get back together in 15 years, sob)

the dark and the dentist, by sunshiner, 66.2k words (E). An account of the events of November 2014. (there are actually a few really big monster fics/series that cover this particular time, but I occasionally skim this one because I like the flashes of random domesticity)

To the Ends of the Earth, by stylinsoncity, 68.4k words (E). During a yearlong hiatus, Louis visits Harry at his cabin in Idaho, where long-buried feelings ignite like the fire keeping them warm. (THE IDAHO CABIN FIC!! And if you haven’t read it in a while, check out the new epilogue from earlier this year...or buy the whole thing on Amazon! Another great one that’s emotional, angsty, soft, and hot, all in one snowball)

Untangle Me, by suicxne, 100k words (E). The one where Harry and Louis finally get it right. (this is another one where you have to ignore A LOT, but it’s like reading a beautiful movie, jesus, I’m still so weak for this fic!! One of the first ones I read in this fandom, and I still randomly think of it every now and again)

Obviously, lots of old and gold here, but that’s because it’s the canon all stars, or whatever...I love a TON of newer fic for all kinds of reasons, so if you need some recs, say the word!

#fic rec #look at all this canon gold!#Anonymous

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umbraastaff · 5 years

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Pokémon: Century Version [Stolen Copy]

1.1 - Team Composition

[next] [recent] [teams]

Davenport walks into the room, uncharacteristically last to his own meeting, bearing an unmarked cardboard box that’s barely half a foot deep. It rattles with the familiar clinking of hollow metal as he steps..

“Who’s the company?” Lup asks, gesturing at the box. “Or are you a courier now?”

Davenport rolls his eyes and clunks the box down on his desk. “Before anyone reacts to this, uh, development, nobody’s allowed to blame me. I tried my damnedest to tell the higher-ups this was a bad idea.”

The elves’ ears are pinned back before he even finishes the first sentence. Merle just crosses his arms. “Well, spit it out!”

The gnome opens the top of the box, revealing the expected contents: pokéballs. Seven of them. The rotom-possessed ‘dex hovering over Barry’s shoulder beeps as it tries to scan for their contents.

“Eevees,” Davenport says. “Same litter. Three weeks old. Similar stat evaluations on first pass, not that I think anyone’s concerned.”

“Oh my god.” Taako grabs his ears and pulls them down. “We can’t--They can’t make us responsible for babies--”“Three months before the mission starts!” Lup adds, horrified. “How do they expect us to have the time? And we have to make room on our travel teams for these things, this late? That’s absurd.”

“On the bright side,” Magnus says, earning him a tired look from everyone else, “Free dogs!”

“More like foxes,” Barry corrects.

That gets Lup’s attention. “Right! I already have two foxes! I don’t need another one.”

Lucretia raises her voice just enough to break through the argument. “Davenport, why are we being assigned these?”

“Publicity. They asked me to make sure everyone evolved them into different forms--” Everyone in the room takes a breath as if about to protest, but Davenport continues before they can. “--I told them no promises, but if you all could refrain from asking the department for two of the same evolutionary stones, at the least, it’d help keep them off my ass about it.”

“Dibs on flareon,” Lup interjects.

“Obviously don’t use a stone ‘till they’re--well, wait until at least one of them is ready to evolve naturally. Don’t give them a premature evolution, it’ll get ‘em off-balance.”

“Oh my god, we know how stones work,” Lup says.

“Yeah, we can handle them!” Magnus adds.

“Eevees are a rare species, even if they’re adaptable, and nobody other than Lucretia and Barry is going to thoroughly read the goddamn care pamphlet they issued, so you’re all going to listen.”

That gets them quiet. Barry and Lucretia shrug at one another.

“Now, the nominal reason for these eevees is because they could help the bond engine, being siblings. So make sure you’re socializing them with each other.” Everyone picks out a pokéball as he talks, and Barry and Magnus both fidget with the contraptions in their hands as they listen, though for different reasons.

Davenport continues, “And I know they’re juveniles, but try to have them out in your daily work environments as much as possible. They adapt through exposure, and they also need all the experience they can get before they come with us on a professional mission. Get them battling your gentlest pokémon--You know your teams better than I do.”

“Is that allll,” Taako says, “Or do you have more after this whole bomb you just dropped on us?”

“Of course we--this is still a normal weekly check-in,” Davenport snaps. “Have you even narrowed down which boots you’re taking with you?”

[next]

#the adventure zone #pokemon au #mine #writes #ipre #pokemon century #check my 'pokemon au' tag for the lists of their parties!#this is gonna be fun folks. im startin us off nice and light :>

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dragons-bones · 5 years

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a;sldjf;laksjdfalkjf so damned tired today

my twin brother and I finally took care of a huge undertaking we’d been putting off: emptying my storage unit down in Philly. we picked up the van on Friday, drove it down yesterday, emptied my storage unit (and fit nearly everything in the van, holy shit, my brother is a Tetris grandmaster), and then drove allll the back home to the Cape in one day.

it...honestly wasn’t bad? the worst of it was trying to get home: as always happen, I-95 N in CT (specifically the Stamford area, which is a manifested region of the First Circle of Hell on this earth) turned into a GIANT CLUSTERFUCK complete with entire sections of the interstate shut down entirely, so as I was acting as navigator, I was basically plotting and re-routing our trip home until right as we got over the Tappen Zee Bridge and the first alternate route became available. (pro-tip if you’re ever driving between southern New England and the Mid-Atlantic: do not fucking take I-95 through NYC. the Cross Bronx Expressway is another manifestation of the First Circle. swing north to take 287 over the Tappen Zee. there is zero difference in actual travel in terms of distance or time, except you won’t be sitting in the middle of the Bronx inching along at a quarter mile an hour.) we ended up veering suddenly north onto the Saw Mill River Parkway (gorgeous stretch of road, even if so many trees were covered in bittersweet sucking the life out of them), hooking up with I-84 at some point, and taking that all the way to the MassPike and taking that to 495 to hit the Cape. twenty miles longer than our planned 95 route, but ultimately ended up thirty minutes faster.

ANYWAY both the Twin and I are fucking exhausted, so we’re just...not doing much of anything today. doesn’t help it’s rainy as fuck.

tomorrow I’m gonna Kondo the shit out of my bookshelves (there are so many I only read once or just didn’t finish) to make room for the stuff that was in storage. most of the clothes we brought back I suspect will end up donated. kitchen stuff probably a mix of donate/store in the garage in their tubs. some of the furniture might end up donated, space is at a premium in the house we’ll have to figure something out on that front, but we’ve got the van through Friday so worst case we just haul ‘em over to Goodwill or the Cape Abilities Thrift Shop if need be.

today, though, I think I’m just work on crafting some stuff for the FC house, gathering, and maybe hop into Pagos to ride the NM train since I’m nearly done with that hellzone.

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peaky-yamyam · 7 years

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Romance: Part Two - Tommy Shelby

Part One | Part Two

-warning that I wrote this at 2am and I don’t really know what happened... the word nipples lost all meaning to me-

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Apparently, my waters breaking doesn’t mean I’m having the baby anytime in the immediate future. The nurse has told me to try and keep calm and prepare, so Tommy and I are sat in the drawing room. The nurse keeps checking on me every half an hour or so, but my contractions are too far apart and “not nearly strong enough” to worry about anything happening soon. So she claims.

“John says this happened with Martha,” Tommy says as I'm knelt on the sofa with my head resting on his shoulder, trying to breathe through another ‘not nearly strong enough’ contraction. “He said jumping up and down helps speed things along.”

“I swear to god Tommy,” I warn.

“And that playing with your nipples helps get baby out.”

“I will punch you in the throat,” I spit.

“Well it was John's idea that got this all going in the first place…”

“TOMMY! Fucking hell, shut up!”

The contraction subsides and I can finally breathe properly again.

I hadn't realised but I’m gripping on to his hand so hard it's gone white and when he flexes his fingers they crack.

“Sorry,” I mumble.

“It's alright, you're having a baby.”

“How’s everything in here?” the nurse interrupts.

“How much longer?” I plead, following the nurse's prompt to lie back and rest my head on Tommy’s leg so she can examine me.

“Still a while, I'm afraid. But you're doing incredibly well.”

“This is all your fault,” I say to Tommy.

He smiles a little and kisses my forehead before going back to stroking my hair.

“There are a few things you can try to help speed baby along,” the nurse says. “You can try walking around-”

I groan at the idea, the thought of moving anywhere off this sofa crippling.

“Or maybe try stimulating your nipples.”

“I have offered,” Tommy drawls, and I smack his face with the cushion I've been clinging onto.

The nurse chuckles. “Well if that’s not appealing, just remember that every contraction is one step closer to this all being over.”

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Another half an hour goes by and despite my contractions becoming stronger and closer together, there's still no sign of baby. And the worst part is that the nurse thinks there might be two in there, it's only now that what she thinks is the larger one has moved that she's been able to hear another heartbeat.

The second worst part is that the rest of the Shelbys have turned up.

“Nothing yet?” Polly asks as I'm leant over the back of the sofa with Tommy rubbing my back.

He shakes his head.

“When I was in labour the nurse suggested trying to stimulate my nipples-”

“FUCK!” I scream, releasing my grip on the sofa cushions to grab Tommy by the tie and collar, and yank him towards me.

“It did help…” Polly mumbles.

“Thanks Pol,” Tommy chokes, “do you mind helping the nurse out though please?”

“Right. Okay… Twins though! How lovely.”

A few more deep breaths and the contraction passes again. I release Tommy's shirt and he straightens himself up, face completely neutral despite the nasty red mark appearing around his neck.

“I'm so sorry Tommy,” I say, huddling myself close to his chest.

“Don't worry, I’ve had worse. Not much worse, but still…”

I try to laugh but my whole body hurts.

“You want to sit back down?” Tommy asks, noticing me flagging.

I nod and he helps me back onto the sofa.

“Tommy, I don't think I can do this…”

“Of course you can, you've done so well so far,” he soothes, stroking my hair from my face and kissing the top of my head. “Close your eyes for a bit, you need to keep your energy up.”

I manage the shut for them a whole five seconds before John bursts through with a tray of tea and biscuits.

“Allll-right,” he greets, plopping himself on the chair opposite me and Tommy. “Still going huh? You're doing really well, it’ll be over soon and when you hold ‘em for the first time and see their faces you'll wonder what all the fuss was about.”

I'm not sure whether he's talking to me or Tommy, but I nibble on one of the biscuits he's brought in.

“Have you tried playing with your nipples?” John asks, although he barely finishes saying it before I launch the half-eaten biscuit towards him.

“The next person who says nipples to me won't live long enough to set eyes on these bloody babies, I swear to god!” I shout.

“It helps you relax,” John laughs and finishes the biscuit. “You tried getting your cock out again Tom? Might hurry this all along?”

“John, are you trying to wind me up?” I spit.

“I'm trying to distract you, keep your mind of the two babies you've got to push out soon… and you're going to need all the distracting you can get because we were all big babies as well weren't we Tommy? Must be a Shelby thing…”

Tommy keeps stroking my hair, trying to keep me calm but there's a slight smile playing on his lips at John's teasing.

“Tommy, help me up.”

“Are you alright?” he asks.

“Yeah. Where’s your gun? I gonna shoot your broth-” The biggest contraction yet cuts me off and John shoots up from his chair.

“I'll get the nurse,” he says, stopping before running out the door to place a comforting hand on my shoulder. “You've got this, you'll be fine, I promise.”

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An hour later and it's all over, Tommy's holding our first born, Charlie, and I'm holding the second baby.

“He's so tiny,” Tommy says, brushing his finger along Charlie's cheek.

“Wait till you hold this little man. We still need a name for him Tommy,” I say, tickling his palm with my finger.

“There's no rush… Want to swap?”

“Tommy?”

“Yeah?”

“We have two kids…”

“Yeah. I was there.”

“We have to take care of two babies…”

“Yeah.”

“There's two of them.”

He sits next to me and wraps his arm around me.

“We’re not ready for two kids, we haven't got anything ready, what are we going to do?” I babble.

Tommy takes the other baby from me and kisses my forehead.

“You're going to relax, maybe get some sleep.”

“I can't relax Tommy!

“You know what would help?”

“Tommy…”

“Play with your-”

“Say nipples and will kill you in front of your sons.”

He smiles and puts the boys in their bassinet, before sitting back down with me and directing my head onto his lap.

“We’ll be fine, I promise,” Tommy says. “I’ll make sure we’re all fine.”

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Glee Memories 1x4: Preggers

A long, long time ago, as Glee was approaching graduation in Season 3, I found myself nostalgic with some rare free time on my hands. So I decided to rewatch the series from the beginning and jot down some memories, discrepancies that have arisen since, fave quotes, tally solos - all that good stuff, strictly for shits and giggles.

8 years later (eek!) and once more I find myself with an unexpected abundance of free time. With so many revisiting or being newly introduced to the show between binge watching during Quarantine and all the tragedy that has surrounded the show since it went off the air, I figured I’d finish what I started. And by finish, I mean go through the end of S3. Cause I truly cannot acknowledge what happened after that. Except for 5B.

Kicking this off by reposting the first 15 episodes I already went through. Enjoy!

1x4: Preggers Single Ladies. Heeeeeeeeee!! I forgot all about you!

Also, this is the first ep my mom ever saw and still the first thing she mentions if Glee is brought up (“I loved those football players doing that single ladies dance, that was so funny” and then she starts singing single ladies all adorably off-key)

BURT HUMMEL!!!

”Oh my God…is the baby black?”

SUE’S CORNER!!! I really miss that.

“and that’s how Sue… ‘C’s it”

Schue just gave Tina a solo over Rachel. That’s the first and last time that will ever happen.

”wait…I’m a Jet?” – I feel you Mercedes! I was the only real-life Puerto Rican and was still cast as a Jet in high school.

”My body is like a rum chocolate soufflé: if I don’t warm it up right, it doesn’t rise.”

Kurt’s princess wave when he gets the position of kicker. Yay. <3

“I’m pregnant” Oh Quinn baby storyline pretending Finn’s the father via hottub. I hated you from the moment I laid eyes on you.

Finn’s ‘o’ face. Ew.

Quinn is inconsolable cause she really thought she had a shot of getting out of Lima. Now she’s going to Yale. I’m actually really happy for her.

”I’m living in a cocoon of horror”

haha, Sue says “Glee Club” with gritted teeth the same way everytime ever.

Figgins anti-embolism stockings video and Sue’s blackmail. Forgot allll about you.

“Liza Minelli. Celine Dion.”

Taking Chances was the first moment, as a teacher and actor of Musical Theatre, that I said “that’s not how it works…” It was also when my Lea Michele impersonation began. It hasn’t changed. Neither has the way Lea Michele interprets a song.

”Admit it, Mr. Schue, you don’t like me very much.” I swear, this is like an alternate universe.

Also, this was back when I was on Rachel Berry’s side. She had a point in this conversation with him in the dance room. Mr. Schue was super unfair to her. Too bad they did a 180 with it to the other extreme for the past two and a half years instead of finding a nice balance.

Jenna Ushkowitz’s voice became my fave (along with Amber Riley’s) for all of Season 1 after hearing her sing Tonight.

Tina just asked Schue to give her solo to Rachel because she’s better than her and she would quit if he didn’t, saying she’d take one for the team. I get flashes of Rachel saying Mercedes was better than her at the West Side Story callbacks a few years later but not being nearly as selfless…

Finn is telling Mr. Schue that he is determined to go to college as it’s his only way out of being a Lima Loser. A few years later and he has to be begged to even consider college. When did that change? #oops

”Did you know you can just borrow books from there? All of em – except the encyclopedias” re: the library #BlessFinnsHeart

”So we’re taking coaching advice from Lance Bass now?”

There’s a note on the board in the football locker room that says “Touchdowns > LOVE” #WTF

Mike Chang is having trouble picking up the Single Ladies dance. #oops

”Hand! Hand! Point to the finger, hip, head – oop, sneak attack back to the ring, comb through the hair, slap the butt!”

”’sup, MILF?”

The baby is Puck’s!! I remember being excited to see the backstory on these characters that led to this. That was the first but not the last time I made that mistake with Glee. ….but it’s Glee.

”I had sex with you because you got me drunk on wine coolers and I felt fat that day” haha. Still funny.

Terry approaching Quinn to take her baby on the downlow. I hated you from the moment I laid eyes on you.

“Here. (take these) 3 times a day or your baby will be ugly.”

haaaaa, Ken has a box of like, 8 different whistles and picks one to use for each game. I totally forgot about that.

“Well I think we uh, really came together as a team.” “Yeah, a gay team. A big gay team of dancing gays.”

“Yo, left tackle: your mom’s so fat her cereal bowl comes with it’s own lifeguard – LIKE BAYWATCH!!” “Hey, ankle grabber: I had sex with your mother. No, seriously, I cleaned your pool, then I had sex with her in your bed. Nice Star Wars sheets.” Yep. Still hilarious.

”He’s so little.” – Burt Hummel when Kurt goes on the field. And that is when I officially fell in love with Burt and decided I want him to be my dad.

Oh Burt and Kurt. I love you so much. And it all started in that coming out scene.

Puck, Matt and Mike just joined Glee club. <3

Given the chance to change his mind, Mr. Schue STILL gave Tina the solo over Rachel. Alternate universe.

“Try giving NOT being homeless a try!”

Rachel quit Glee because Mr. Schue didn’t recognize her talent by not giving her one solo. Years later Mercedes will be ridiculed for doing the same thing (times 2.5 years of being overlooked). Just sayin’. Personally I agreed with both girls (though I didn’t think Rachel needed to quit, just demand A solo, not TINA’S solo)

SOLOS: Rachel (1), Tina (1)

#Glee Memories #Glee #lol Glee #Glee Preggers

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