#if done right it's FRICKEN AMAZING

[hopeassassin]

got tagged by @grauw​ and now I honestly HAVE To do this ahfkjsasf I love it:

slow burn or love at first sight (cheating here cuz I have weakness for both hnnng) // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia (Imma cheat on this one - i love both too much) // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

Ayyy so many of these types of fics just get me right in the kokoro if I think about my OTP in these genres/set ups *A*

I’d be happy to see the responses from @niuniente @pataytayo @wonkaschocolate @iki-teru if they felt like doing this fun challenge.

Daaaaymn now I wanna read fics with all these tropes for my otps TAT

#tags #writing #fanfiction #so many tropes I am hella weak to #for example the arranged marriage one #hnnnng #I love it #if done right it's FRICKEN AMAZING #the FAKE DATING OMG YAS GIEF MOAR #or future-character telling their past self It's ok man it gets better trust me #aaaaaa

[hezuart]

New helluva boss episode is out, any thoughts?

Season 1 Fizz: Robo Fizz was mean and called children ugly. Real Fizz called his guests “freaks”. Called Moxie an "ugly little bitch". Bragged about his fame and the money made off his robots and was even really pissed off his robot was destroyed at that theme park and wanted to sue

Season 2 Fizz: Extremely insecure, extremely nervous, hates the robots produced in his image, never bad mouths anyone and is really kind and nice to his competition, knows ASL and gives inspiration to children 

Who on earth is this guy???? You’re not Fizz??? By god, she’s done it again! Another male main character has been uwuified!! 😰When will it end???

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Mammon: “You’ll be like the son I never had!” Fizz is elated at this, but Blitz’s dad already treated Fizz like the son he never had? Literally gave him a card saying he wished Fizz was his son. He was treated super well and was the most beloved within his circus. I mean, he did lose that, and him explaining everything he has is because of Mammon, and so I get it, he has an attachment to all this. I like that we are expanding on his character, but I feel like its overdone. The insecurity is a little too much. The panic attacks are a little too much. (Dude lost his arms and legs in a freak fire accident and its a creepy fan that he probably has to deal with on a daily basis that sets him off? I feel like he would be a tad bit mentally and physically stronger to deal with. I mean, he fricken talked back to STRIKER, a serial killer holding him for ransom locked in a cage last episode??? But he freezes up when an annoying fan criticizes him? Just feels inconsistent.) 

Mammon saying “If you’re a chick, give up on your dreams, because woman ain’t funny” and then Vivziepop’s name appearing in the corner… there’s so much to unpack there. I think Viv meant it as like “I’m a woman, so I can write that joke!” or “I’m a woman, who wrote this show and is therefore funny so Mammon is wrong and it's ironic!” But it's been established that Viv neglects and mistreats her female characters. They’re either all bitches or cardboard cut outs whose entire existences revolve around a male character. It’s low-key sexist. On top of the fact that, Viv may not actually be funny because most of the actually funny jokes in the show were written by Adam and Brandon, who are both men. So its VERY ironic, but not in the way she believes it to be. 

The irony of Mammon hiring an Imp who idolizes him only to exploit him and treat him like garbage… weren’t their exworkers of spindle horse that felt that way? 

Some people think that Fizz’s creepy fan is like.. Viv’s poke at her critics but I don’t see a comparison at all. This guy is a super super big fan that wants to work with Fizz, which isn’t what the Viv critics want. I’m pretty sure that’s the whole point- is that they want nothing to do with her? So I’m pretty sure this guy just represents a creepy fan, which everyone gets. Like a Syndrome character. 

Also in season 1, Blitz killed imps left and right for Stolas, but when that fan is actually getting close to Fizz and threatening his life, Blitz doesn’t kill him on site. He just hits him with a gun. Thank goodness he kills him later but Blitz has never really been discreet. It was just weird forced timing I guess. Season 1 Blitz would have never hesitated. He would have killed that guy on site.

I will never get over Asmodeus’s weird coat, his anatomy changes with whatever he’s wearing lkdsgjldkfj 

Mammon and Fizz are pretty much just Valentino and Angel Dust , but no physical exploitation (other than his robo replicas)

The Glam and Glitz sisters are really cool I’m obsessed with their performance, but we go right back to Viv’s 2 types of women: bitches. They’re bitches to each other too. They’re sisters who have like amazing choreography and on stage chemistry, and yet they constantly fight, like… how do they even function 

ALSO THEY GOT TOM HARDY TO SING HE’S NARRATING THE COMPETITION YOU GOT THE INTERNET’S FAMOUS MUSICAL COMEDIAN TO SING A SONG FOR YOUR “COMEDY” SHOW WHERE THE SONG ISN’T EVEN FUNNY It looks like he wrote it himself but… if even Tom can’t make it funny then who can???? I’m mad on his behalf 

Also… the ASL imp

…. “I want to be a clown just like you! : D “ Fizz: Exploited for money as a clown ever since he was young, gained a boatload of insecurity because his boss was so pushy, forced to deal with sexual encounters, sold his likeness into a popular sex doll without actually wanting to, lost his arms and legs in a freak fire accident because the circus tents aren’t safe- Also Fizz: “You can do whatever you want to : ) “ This would have been a sweet moment if this wasn’t Helluva Boss!!!!!! This is Hell!!! what on earth are you doing Viv!!!! Kid pls do literally anything else with your life  Also how and why does Fiz know ASL

Ozzie and Fizzie getting a love song is cheesy you know, but…. Stolas X Blitz fans wish man… they WISH Oz x FIz is literally just the better Stolas x Blitz. Like this what the Stolitz fans want but its given to the side characters for some reason. Fizz’s end song was nice but All our main characters are just so flat Sad uwu special sweeties that have done nothing wrong... I'm just so sad to see them become former shadows of their badass selves. Our main characters were greedy, selfish, mean, sometimes creepy assholes. Now they're not. It was either an accident, they're hypocrites, or they were abused- and im like... this is Hell, can't we still have our main demon characters be assholes? I'm so curious what the explanation is gonna be for Blitz x Verosika. Is she gonna be framed as the bitch who ruined the relationship? Did Blitz "accidentally" steal her car and credit card because he was drunk? Like what else are we gonna strip away so he's "relatable"?

Nice to see Wally Wackford back I missed him 

I like how fiery Ozz’s design gets Ozzie confessing he loves Fizz to an entire crowd so all of Hell knows and everyone is like “OMG I KNEW IT! GOOD FOR THEM!” Being with a low class demon was something to be ashamed of. A power imbalance. Something seen as taboo in Hell. Now we have 3 top sin embodiments dating the lowest of low class in Hell and not only do people not care negatively, they’re happy for them. There’s no stakes. Our main characters can do whatever they want “You’re gonna regret revealing that Ozz!” how who are you gonna tell? the romance police? fricken Now we have Mammon! Add him to the reoccurring villains I guess!!!! yeesh 

(Clowns are apparently also like… influencers in this world for some reason???? I still don't understand Vivziepop's clown obsession I think this is just not my jurisdiction )

All things considered, not a bad episode for season 2, but im kinda at the point where I don't think helluva boss is gonna deliver anything outside of abused main characters with cute relationships I don't think they're gonna do anything else

#helluva boss critical #vivziepop critical #text post #ask

[bookaddict05]

Mystery man - pt 2

"I... cant... breath..." I say coming to a holt in the middle of the gym after running 20 laps.

Collapsing to the floor Barnes chuckles to himself. "It wasn't that hard" he says continuing to chuckle.

"Yeah thats easy enough for you to say you have the super soldier serum running through your veins" I retorted back.

"..."

Silence hums through the air between the both of us.

"Well we are done for the day, you can go and do whatever u have planned to do" he walks away from me leaving me sitting in the middle of this gigantic room all alone. Its actually quite peaceful.

~2 hours later~

As im getting out of the shower i hear something get slid under my door. I walk over to see an envelope with my name on. The letter was sealed shut with a wax stamp, so fancy. I throw on a jumper and joggers and run through the bathroon knocking on tessa's ajoining door.

"COME IN" I hear them shout. Walking in tessa is holding the same letter as i am. Shrugging our shoulders we both open the letters simultaneously, like we are sharing the same brain cell.

"Omg tony stark has invited us to a party tonight!" I exclaim in excitment.

"Thats so fricken cool" tessa shouts.

"I have nothing to wear" i pace back through to my room with tessa right on my heals. "I didnt think to pack any formal clothing, i never thought in my wildest dreams id be invited to one of these"

"Hey dont panic we have time it says it doesnt start till 8 anyways, its 4 now we can quickly pop out and find something and it doesnt matter if we are late to the party we will arrive fashionably late" says tessa.

"Omg tessa you are a star i dont know what i would have done without u, probably have a melt down then decide not to go and just read for the night instead" i say while chuckling.

"Yeah yeah im amazing i know, now lets get going"

~1 hour later~

We arrive back with our outfits for the night

I picked up a beautiful floor length red dress that flows so effortlessly while i walked. With a heart-shaped neckline my neck looked bare so i also picked up a necklace my mother had given to me before she died, a small golden love heart which completed the outfit in every way.

Tessa on the other hand picked out a black suit to match their goth lifestyle.

We took our time doing our make up and making ourselfs look stunning as ever.

9pm rolled around and we are already an hour late. A rush of anxiety coursed through me as we walked towards the door of the party. Taking deep breaths in to calm down. Music playing so loudly. We open the doors and the music perfectly timed it self with us playing the chorus of 'jealous' by nick jonas.

It was like something just out of a movie, just so dramatic. Walking through the doors I could feel eyes burning on us I turned to look at Tessa beside me to see that they had disappeared and saw them talking to 2 other agents. I continue to walk through the party taking in all the planning that must have went into this in such short time.

I walk over to the bar where I see Natasha serving Bruce. And sit down. "You look stunning y/n" Natasha says automatically.

"Thanks Nat, you look stunning as well" I stay with them for a while, Nat handing me a drink over, a vodka and coke. While chatting I felt as if there was a set of eyes on me from behind.

I turn around to see the metal man himself standing with Steve and Sam in a conversation, he's standing facing me eyes piercing straight into mine, I smile at him and he smiles back. Strange interaction with the metal man. I turn back around feeling my heart racing, why is he having this affect on me? no one has ever made me feel like this, not since the accident that ended my mothers life.

I got lost in a trance of thinking of my past but I was brought out of it after hearing a deep toned voice come and approach me, I turn to see a dark haired man. Muscles bulging through his black dress shirt, arm sleeves rolled up exposing his tanned muscular arms. He looks at me with deep chocolate brown eyes.

"Hey" the dark haired man said with a smile

I smile back and say hey back

He introduced himself as Eddie

He is perfect in everyway, too perfect.

"Your Y/N right ?" he asked

"Yeah, how did you know that?"

"I'm a new recruit and I've been placed into your group for practice missions"

"Wait? Edmundo?"

"Yeah"

"great to meet you, I've heard brilliant things from the S.H.I.E.L.D Academy, I hope you can live up to these expectations. If you can excuse me I need to head to the toilet and find my friend, I hope you have a great rest of your night" I say while smiling.

I excuse myself from the bar and head towards the toilets. I look at myself in the mirror, not looking physically flustered but I could feel it internally. I shove the feelings back down to where they belong and pull myself together.

I plastered a big smile across my face and went back out amongst the crowd. I walk across the room and grab Tessa. "WE ARE GOING TO DANCE" I shout over the music. I drag them to the dance floor and we cause chaos. Jumping and singing to the top of our lungs like no one was watching.

That's when we heard the initial sound, glass smashing and everything fell silent. The windows to the function room that overlooked the whole of New York fell into the room an object landing in the middle of the room. A bomb.

"RUN OR GET DOWN" I scream, everyone ran to cover but when the bomb exploded I wasn't far enough, the force from the explosion sent me flying into the wall. My head colliding with the wall first causing me to black out.

#bucky x y/n #bucky fanfic #james bucky barnes #the avengers #marvel #marvel fanfic writer #mcu #fyp #fyppage

[rocketturtle4]

The Eclipse Episode 11

I'm just straight out reacting to this one folks (it ended up super long like this whoops)

@grapejuicegay @wen-kexing-apologist @plantsarepeopletoo @thegalwhorants

oh god is this the cliff?

TEACHER CHADOK WHY IS HE HERE, were they actually together??

Wait did HE WITNESS IT?

Ayan is unpacking the brainwashing

"If I just disappear from this world..." DOESN'T AYAN HAVE ENOUGH TRAUMA

and CRYING

I gotta be honest Ayans silent tears get me even more than Akks vocal quivers

Oh if only it were that easy

Oh they in bed again: Cuteness ensues

I love it when characters have nicknames for each other, shortstop and Big foot are my beloveds

Oh if only

He's going in wearing Ayan's blazer this feels important.

So he's definitely getting the award? oof it feels worthless, boy's faith has been shattered

call back to the pin "It's my school pin that I pinned for you" GOD HES GOING IN WEARING AYAN AS ARMOUR

Maybe Thua wanted the award??? (I'm still trying to figure him out sorry Thua you don't make sense)

And we see the person the principal is answering too

Is no-one going to speak???

Oh Thua saw that

They're speaking, oh he got the award

SO CLOSE TO GETTING OUT OF THERE WIthOUT THE PROteStORS

AH NO THEY DON'T, HAVE YOU NOT BEEN PAYING ATTENTION?

oh no Ayan looks riled

FUCK

oh and Thua TOO

NO!! CHAOS

IT SHOULDN'T BE AKKS PROBLEM KHAN

Okay that teacher seems legit scared

OH GOD THUA

OKAY I DIDN"T SAY THIS AT THE TIME BUT I LITERALLY THOUGHT: THAT POOL IS CLEAR BOYS

Fuck he outed them

oh Thua is just laying it ALL OUT

AKK ADMITED IT, BOY IS BREAKING (Thua you got a point but I'm on Ayan's side here soz)

Wat is trying to HELP, Khan is helping too

and the situation is diffused

Oh Wat seems hurt

CRYYYYYYYING

Oh he finally said he's not okay (non-verbally but I'll take it)

(is he though? Who is he then?)

OH KHAN IS PISSED ABOUT THE LYING (Fair he totally believed in the curse)

"You guys must be dissapointed in me right" MY FEEEELINGS

Yeah Wat is pissed about the lying too

I'm still SCARED OF THUA

The last boss LMFAO

OH WOW AKK is letting it out!!

OH THEY WERE TOGETHER I KNEEEEEWWWW ITTTTTT

And now feckin Chadok is crying

But THEN WHY THE LYING????

Fricken pride flag phone case

THey were getting MARRIED???

Feckin Principal is a homophobe

So he WAS TRANSFERRED??

CHAIN OF YELLING FOR THE GODDAMN

OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING

I WAS RIGHT ABOUT EVERYTHING

HOLY CRAP

HE WANTED TO KEEP THE MOMENTUM

Dudes got a point but also Akk was breaking so that was the priority here

Oh poor Khan is so confused right now

Thua just wanted all the truth out oh boy this was not the way

Oh he went in prepared for the quencies

and doesn't want Kan to protect him because then he'd be a hypocrite (also more silent crying ouch)

He had genuinely thought it all through and decided it was worth it Oh Thua.

We're back at the pool I'm going to get emotional whiplash

is Namo just chill now? OH LOL KHAN THOUGHT THE SAME boy is pure worship I'm sorry Namo

ARE THEY ACTUALLY GOING TO DO THE FILM (YO I didn't expect to predict this much stuff am I dreaming now)

Oh we're being referential now (thailands soft power)

Back to the pool and now our other boys

GO KHAN GO (but maybe check with Thua first) oH Thua's on board

Dudes they're filming LMFAO

Of course Akk said it for the first time like that lol

OKAY gotta be honest everything came out in a neat little bow almost exactly the way I thought it would. And that was amazing but also less terrifying than I thought it would be. THe show didn't lie and it was well foreshadowed, I thought something would twist on me but it didn't (Except that Chadok was in deeper than I thought with the uncle) and I love that because the answers all made sense. I don't think we're done though, quencies gotta happen right?

Episode 12 come to me

#The Eclipse #the eclipse the series #rturts is wondering #roc reacts to the eclipse

[dailydanganronpaimagines]

Yayyyy the requests are open! :D

Can I pretty please request for kokichi and miu reacting to their s/o always being insecure about their body and joking about how ugly they are? Like, them being insecure because they don't have a thigh gap, have slightly chubby legs and then them comforting their s/o? Take your time with this! No push at all!

Kokichi x Insecure S/O | Miu x Insecure S/O | Kokichi x Insecure S/O x Miu

I didn't know if you wanted them as a poly couple, or single, so I just wrote both.

Kokichi:

"Hah..."

Y/N sighed as they stared in the mirror, their throat tightening up.

It was the first time they had have been to an event with their love, Supreme leader Kokichi Ouma.

Y/n wasn't sure how true that was, but he did hold events, and this was your first as his partner.

"Hey! You're taking forever! Are you done yet?"

"Slightly?"

"Slightly? Kaaay."

Kokichi slammed the door open, a pleased smile on his face.

"You look really cute Y/n~!"

Y/n stared at him dryly, "Is that sarcasm or something?"

You laughed it off as a joke, but Kokichi only frowned.

"I'm not a liar about everything, you know?"

Y/n rubbed their arm, "But this outfit, it doesn't suit me...I...I'm not exactly slim, you know? Or cute, or attractive, or anything really-"

Kokichi grinned, "Sorry, I have to apologize! I did lie!"

Y/n's eyes watered, they knew it, he-

"You're beautiful, not cute! That word is too small to describe you!"

Y/n reddened brightly, Kokichi flashing a big smile.

"I don't really care about looks, you know? You have a wonderful personality, which is all that matters, buuuut...You really do look beautiful tonight."

"But-"

He took Y/N hand, "You do! I can say it a million times if it'll make you believe it~! Your weight doesn't change that, sorry!"

Y/N finally smiled, Kokichi always liked their smile.

"Shall we?"

You took his outstretched hand, and left together.

Miu:

"Ahaha! Look at this menu! They have shit that'll give you a sugar dose so high you'll reach Mars!"

Miu giggled cheerfully at the menu, and peeked at Y/N's expression.

Y/N was frowning.

"Huh? Y/n? D-Did I say something bad?"

Y/N stared away, "Maybe just you should order, my legs don't need any more sweets."

Miu raised an eyebrow, "What does that mean? We've been looking forward to this place forever!"

"I know, but I'm already ugly, you know?"

Miu's eyes went as wide as saucers, "Y/n? Ugly? Are you trying to insult my amazing taste or something?"

Y/N gave her a dry look, but Miu seemed serious.

"Who said you were ugly? Huh? Should I make an invention to keep their mouth from opening?"

Y/N's mouth soured, "No one said anything, I just don't like myself..."

Miu's eyes watered, "Am I that bad a girlfriend? T-That you don't know that you're the most beautiful person in the world, next to me?"

Y/n really didn't know where Miu was going with this.

"I'll tell you every day how you're beautiful cute-Whatever! Till you get it through your beautiful brain, kay?"

Y/N laughed, "Miu! Everyone's looking!"

"Well I mean it, okay! You're so beautiful I get jealous just looking at you! You're stunning, including your fricken legs!"

Miu pointed to Y/N's favorite dessert, listed for two.

"You better have some too! It's been my dream for like forever, kay?!"

Y/n smiled, "Okay. Thanks Miu."

"Don't make a face like that, or I'll get embarrassed!"

Miu and Y/N shared dessert together.

Kokichi x Y/N x Miu

"Finally a fricken taxi! That took forever!"

"Get in Miu! You're taking forever!"

Miu reddened, "You're lucky I find you two so attractive! With my beauty and brains, I normally wouldn't put up with this, you know?"

You sighed, "Miu, come in the car...!"

"O-Okay..."

You were sandwiched between Miu and Kokichi, perfume on your right and cologne on your left.

They were both so beautiful. Kokichi in a tuxedo, and Miu in a low cut evening dress that highlighted her eyes.

It was a party for the ultimates, which you weren't, even if many were bringing a civilian plus one.

Next to them, you felt very small, and very ugly.

Kokichi flicked your nose, "Hey~!" Have you heard a word we said?"

Miu crossed her arms, "W-Why are you ignoring us? Did Kokichi do something?"

Kokichi teased back, "It was obviously you Miu! Making our Y/N so sad!"

You stared at your lap, and they immediately stopped joking.

Miu tapped your arm, "What happened? Did I do something?"

"You didn't do anything, just...You'll both look much better walking in, standing next to someone ugly like me! Haha!"

Kokichi frowned, "That's more stupid than anything Miu's ever said!"

Miu blushed, "Kokichi...You're supposed to be making Y/N happy, not me..."

Kokichi hugged an arm around you, "You're not ugly~! You're beautiful, you know?"

"Yeah!" Miu hugged your other side, "I'm more sure of that, than everything!"

You stared at your arms, "Just look at me."

"We are!" Kokichi grinned, "Why else do you think we're saying it?"

Miu kissed your cheek, "I-If you ever feel like that...Just tell us, and we'll tell you how wonderful you are...Don't forget, I picked two partners that both are equal to my beauty and brains!"

"I thought you were trying to cheer Y/N up Miu!"

The three of you laughed, and enjoyed the rest of your night together.

#danganronpa #kokichi ouma #danganronpa x reader #insecure reader #miu iruma #reader insert #kokichi x y/n #danganronpa kokichi #insecure s/o #gender neutral s/o #miu x kokichi #miu x reader #miu x y/n #Danganronpa y/n #ask #danganronpa v3 #poly couple #polyamourous

[zwedexx]

You know what's the worst fricken feeling in the world. It's knowing you can play so much better than you did, making stupid mistakes and not delaying your runs or putting too much behind your through balls, wasting all the potential God gave me is so hard. Like I train every day and I still am falling behind. But I know I just have to push harder and push myself to exhaustion I know with time it will all fall into place still sucks tho

*Feelings after losing a game 1-0 and having a chance to score but getting tackled in the box and the ref not giving me a pen

Let me preface this by saying im probably not the person to be talking to, im just some internet writer and if you'd like me to write something that'll help soothe your emotions ill try to get it done asap.

Now with that being said, every player has a bad game(s) or a slump. They fucking suck and they make you feel so shitty about yourself. I have had way too many slumps in my life, many pertaining to football. and you're right you got to keep pushing and giving all you got. Now to the point of exhaustion might not help bc burning out will make things harder but keep trying because things will get better. And when they get better, even the small achievements feel amazing.

My best example was when I had a slump after coming back from a double sprain in my left ankle. I felt so useless after coming back, no pass I made was on target, no shot I took was strong enough, no dribble I made was good enough but it got better. After that season I changed clubs and ended up with 7 goals and 6 assists in 11 games.

The worst things suck rn, the better the comeback will be.

[seyoonlgc]

WORKSHOP 001 - FINAL EVALUATION SOLO

The sun was shining, the birds were chirping. According to his horoscopes app, Seyoon was due for an amazing day.

With light springy steps and a cheery hum, he showed up at the workshop. It was the final evaluation day, but Seyoon wasn't particularly nervous. He took a sip of water from his insulated bottle, patted his hands dry on his loose denim overalls, and then, calmly reached into the ✨ magic box ✨.

His hand came back with a packet of candies. The chewy fruit-flavored kind that he picked up often from the convenience store. What a perfect item! Seyoon would be worried if he pulled a bottle of musky cologne or something and had to try to sell sexy in his bright yellow hoodie.

"Alright boys, I am ready to go!" He gave himself a little fist pump for a confidence boost. "All of you are going to want these candies real bad."

The goal was to be really fricken cute. What? One associated candies with childhood, happiness, and indulgence, right? Seyoon's natural cuteness level was at 75, and with certain people, he could turn it up to 100. For this commercial practice, though, he was aiming for 120. The reason was because people always exaggerated in commercials, sometimes to the point of being ridiculous. Seyoon wasn't aiming to go that far, but he was not about to hold back out of fear of embarrassing himself.

"Ready to sweeten your day?" Time to put on his prettiest smile and bs some lines. Hell yeah. "Delicious, chewy, and fun. [insert a brand name here] candies have a flavor to suit your every mood!"Where was he going with this again? Oh right. Seyoon opened the packet of candies and grabbed one at random. "Whether you are feeling adventurous with...strawberry lime," he said, tossing the candy into the air, out of the camera's view. "Or needing a refreshing hit with green apple." Oh look, another candy went into the air. If this was a real commercial, they could probably do some sort of special effect.

"[insert a brand name here] candies have you covered!" Spin, present the candies again, wink, and done.

"That'll be 5.99 CDN please," he said after, using his normal voice (which was -20% energy).

#lgc:workshops #listen commercials are supposed to be embarrassing #screeches #I couldn't think of a brand plz just overlook that bit

[mppmaraudergirl]

In anticipation of TRN11 I’ve done a pre-emptive re-read and am so fricken ready for an update - I’d almost forgotten how delicious it is with TRBTY taking forefront for a minute. Still can’t believe you manage such brilliance while juggling everything you do! You’re amazing and I admire you so much! So no presh on the update, but fair warning - I have zero chill sweating your Tumblr right now 🤣

Whoa that was a fast reread!

I will caution the chapter is still a bit messy. But for the past 5 months it's been at like 500 words and now we're hitting 3.5k! We are seeing some progress.

Don't have too much to share yet since most of what I've written is them in bed 🙃 but should we do a word game to keep the excitement for this chapter going?

#the reckless now

[witchthewriter]

helloo! i hope that you’re having an amazing day!! i saw your blog through one of my mutuals and let me tell you, im amazed! you are so talented. do you have a watt pad? or will you publish books in the future? id love to support you. 🤍

okay im sorry if that’s too personal I just got carried away 😄. i wanted to join your ship game if its still possible. fandoms i choose are peaky blinders, harry potter and stranger things.

about me: she/her, heterosexual, infp

little bit more:

i love reading and annotating books.

i love baking especially things that have chocolate in.

i love Winter and snowy days .( im happy that they’re close now anyways)

i am afraid of bugs (sadly) but i hate it when someone kills them.

i like drawing and sketching.

i am fascinated by different cultures but always keep a safe line between so I don’t come off as disrespectful.

i love it when people are thoughtful and understanding towards each other.

i hate conflicts and people misunderstanding me.

fun fact; i love ballet and bella hadid (but I have many more loved celebrities like lily rose 😌) 🫶🏼

i like vintage and retro stuff

my personality: quiet and cold from outside but if you’d get to know me i am not cold 🤧. would say emphatic and sensitive but I don’t know how others see me 😄.

okay that’s it! Thank you so much for your time energy and patience. Have a great day, waiting more posts from you 🫶🏼🥰

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I am LITERALLY DOING PUPPY DOG EYES RIGHT NOW, why would you say such a nice thing! I'm actually going to cry. Your support means so much to be. I actually am writing a book! I started it for my uni assignment and I decided I want to publish it someday (although there's a long way to go before THAT ever happens <3)

What each ship has in common:

⋆ They’re usually the leader/in charge ⋆ Responsible  ⋆ The person who people look to for advice ⋆ Get shiz done ⋆ Get along well with kids (I mean Tommy might not fit in this but he does love his children very much)

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Thomas Shelby! I can see your relationship firstly being a fake one. Where you have something he wants and vice versa; you get married to so his business can progress even further, and you do it so your family is protected/safe/well-looked after. While spending more time with each other, you fall in love. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Very sarcastic and witty with each other

・Relationship tropes; ‘partners in crime,’ ‘fake relatiopnship > falling in love > actually happy you married each other.’ 

・He buys you anything and everything. I mean it gets excessive. You probably donate a lot of stuff to charity/neighbours/family/friends. He doesn’t mind. He just wants you to have everything you ever dreamed of

・Isn’t big on pet names, probably calls you a variation of your first name. Maybe even your last name

・Rocky relationship until you understand Tommy’s motives; not just about the business, but himself, his backstory, the war etc

・You’re always protected  - you’re literally apart of the Shelby family. No one tells you what todo, actually no one even denies you anything. I feel like you could do WHATEVER you wanted and no one would bat an eye

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Remus Lupin! (Whatever age you wish) the only difference would be that Older Remus is a bit more mature and ... has suffered more ... I’m so sorry I could have worded that better but my brain is having a hissy fit <3

AND! I actually want Joseph Quinn to play young Remus Lupin? Tell me he wouldn’t fit the role so fricken well?? 

Okay so I think you two would be such a good match! I get the sense that you’re very kind, moreso then you realise. Compassionate and caring also, which would catch Remus’ eye. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Being so so soft with each other - like holding hands, stroking each other’s hair, swift kisses, rubbing the palm of his hand. 

・He likes to rest his head in your lap. It’s where he feels safest, and the most calm. 

・On full moon nights, (when he isn’t able to take his potion) he will lock himself in a room, chain himself up and you have to listen to his cries/whines/howls all night...

・Being a really really strong couple - your relationship is founded on honesty, real love and understanding. People look up to you guys. 

・He likes it when you hum, or sing. It makes him feel all fuzzy inside - he hadn’t ever dreamed of someone falling in love with him. 

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Steve Harrington! I get ‘it’ girl vibes from you to be honest, like you would totally be queen bee - but not in a mean way - not at all negative. I just think you would do really well in a leading role! 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Making fun of his hair, trying to mess it up and Steve is like “Hey! Woah woah woah what are you doing little missy!” And he’s swatting your hand away

・THE KIDS LOVE YOU. If Steve is the Mum then you would take a more relaxed approach. Because I love it the thought of him being absolutely worried about these kids and so overprotective. “Dustin put that down,” “Lucas do not make me come over there,” “Max I WILL pull this car over!”

And you’re like, “honey it’s okay. Really it’s alright.” Trying to soothe your flustered boyfriend who is taking this babysitting thing so goddamn seriously

・Making a playlist for him, and it’s about how you feel. He gets giddy dude.  “For me? Babe! I love it!!!” And he scoops you up and spins you around. He plays it all the time. Everywhere. In his room. In his car. In other people’s car. He takes it everywhere with him. 

・Is so much more responsible then people give him credit for - like your parents (or single parent/guardian up to you) thought Steve was a playboy who was  up to no good. But he was literally the one making sure everyone else was safe

・Getting drunk with Steve, can you imagine? He comes up with the most randomest stuff. But I also feel like he would be worried what you’d say (because of what happened with Nancy) but you just gush about how much you love him and never want to be without him. He is literally a blushing mess and won’t stop repeating ‘I love you y/n’

#ship #get shipped #let me ship you #ship game #love you guys

[bbgem329]

Just One Night—Epilogue

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Summary

You spend an unforgettable night with Sebastian Stan. One that would completely change your life. Three years later, Sebastian shows up at your doorstep to find that you both made more than just good memories that night.

Warnings

Pure fricken fluff!! Dad!Seb.

Notes!!

Wow! This is the end. Thank you so much for reading. I’m beyond ready to close this series and focus on a few others I have in the works. Again thank you for the support and positive comments, it means soo much to me ❤️

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August 13, 2021

“They’re really small.” Sebastian whispered, index finger tracing down Viviana’s nose. He chuckled softly as the babe’s nose scrunched in response to his touch, tiny lips parting as she released a small sigh. “Theo wasn’t this small.”

(Y/N) smiled, eyes trained on Alina who also slept contently on her bare chest for so much needed skin on skin contact. “Well, Theo weighed like eight pounds and six ounces. So yeah, the girls are much smaller.”

Viviana, the bigger of the two weighed in at about six pounds and Alina only five pounds and seven ounces, just missing what would be considered a low birth weight by two ounces. They were both healthy and strong, so far each and every test had come back perfectly normal. Despite their somewhat early arrival, they were doing great. Although Alina was having a bit of trouble latching on to breastfeed, but they were working on it.

“How the hell are we going to tell them apart?” Sebastian asked, readjusting the fuzzy, pink blanket laid over Viv’s exposed body. He too was without a shirt after he’d eagerly volunteered to do skin to skin with one of the twins. “They look exactly the same.”

“I have no idea.” She giggled, pressing a kiss to the top of Alina’s head, her dainty fingers brushing gently along her back and up to the fine dark hair on top of her head. “Right now Viv is bigger but that won’t last long. We might need to have name tags on them at all times or have their clothes embroidered with their names or something, so we know who is who. At least until we find even the slightest difference.”

“Probably.” He chuckled softly, one hand reaching out to intertwine with hers, where it rested on the bed. He gazed at his youngest daughter sleeping on her chest, content little breaths and whimpers spilling from her lips and long lashes fluttering against her rosy cheeks.

His baby girls were absolutely perfect.

Never in his wildest dream did he think he’d ever get the chance at a life like this, but here he sat on his thirty ninth birthday with the love of his life, holding their newborn daughters. And in just a half hour, this image would be fully complete when Theo arrived with his mother and (Y/N)’s parents to meet his baby sisters for the very first time.

And although they’re arrival was a little untimely and had disrupted his original plans for the day, he wouldn’t have changed a thing. There were no words to describe how happy and at peace he felt. Now that they were finally here, all the anxiety and worrying he’d done through her pregnancy had lessened significantly.

Of course, he was always going to worry about his children and his girl but to be able to actually see them, hold them, and touch them made everything better and his mind at ease. (Y/N) had done an amazing job at growing and nurturing the twins but he was beyond relieved that she was no longer pregnant and he could be more useful now.

He’d missed out on this part of Theo’s life so he would do everything in his power to be here for this now. He was beyond determined to be the best father that he could be to his little girls and it showed in the way he was chomping at the bit to learn and help wherever he could.

“God,” (Y/N) laughed, pulling Sebastian from his thoughts. “I endure two tough pregnancies and birth three children, only for them to come out looking just like you.” She scooted up in the bed, lying Alina on her thighs as she reswaddled the wiggling baby back in her blanket. “At least I think they might have my nose.”

“Sorry?” He chuckled, face scrunched and head tilted questionably to the side. He offered her a little shrug as he stood from the chair, “Strong genetics, I guess.” He carefully placed Viviana in her open crib, pressing a quick kiss to each of her chubby cheeks after he’d swaddled her back up.

“That’s a good thing.” She whispered as he approached the side of the bed, leaning down to steal a chaste kiss. “You have really good genetics.”

“So do you.” He grinned, pecking her lips once more before gently picking Alina up, one hand supporting her head and the other on her bottom, and placing her in the crib beside her sister.

He took a few moments to admire them. Pride washed through him as he did. He’d helped make these two beautiful babies. He still couldn’t truly believe they were actually here and that they were his. That (Y/N) had chosen him to be the father of her children.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He spoke up, tearing his eyes away from the slumbering bundles and to (Y/N) lying on the bed. She looked breathtaking even with the dark rings under her eyes, messy bun flopping every which way, and a huge hospital gown hanging off her frame, exposing her shoulders.

“Oh, stop.” She giggled bashfully, cheeks flaming red, “You’re just saying that. I look terrible right now.” She shook her head, biting her lip to stifle a laugh. “I’m wearing a fucking diaper right now.”

He threw his head back and hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter, a cheek aching grin splitting across his face, “What? You didn’t hear? Diapers are sexy.”

“You’re so full of shit.” She giggled, shooting him a playful glare as she tossed an extra pillow in his direction.

He caught it easily, tossing it onto the chair beside her bed.

“I had today all planned out, you know?” He smiled, squatting down to rummage through the duffle bag next to his chair.

“What do you mean?” He could feel her eyes burning into the back of his head, no doubt she was wondering what he was doing. “I thought you didn’t want to do anything at all.”

Once he found what he was looking for, he slipped it in his pocket and stood back up, wiping the sweat from his palms along his gym shorts. “See, that’s what I told you but I had this whole big day planned out.” He took slow steps towards her, watching the way her eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed in confusion. “I wanted to spend the afternoon with you and Theo, take him to the aquarium downtown.” He stopped at the edge of the bed, clasping her left hand between his own. He brought it up to his lips, pressing a few kisses to the tops of her knuckles. “Then I was gonna whisk you away for a really nice dinner, followed by a little walk through Central Park.” He bit his lip, heart racing in his chest as he slipped down onto one knee, free hand fishing the little velvet box out of his pocket.

“Sebastian.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, beautiful eyes as wide as saucers as she watched every movement with a baited breath. “What are you doing?”

“Then I was gonna get down on one knee, smack dab in the middle of the park, and ask you to marry me.” He chuckled to himself, shaking his head softly. “I know it's cheesy, right?”

“Oh my God.”

“But then you went into labor and that definitely wasn’t the time. I thought maybe I should wait but for what?” He asked, though she wasn’t sure she was meant to answer. Not like she could, her brain had completely melted to butter and forgotten how to function or form a thought. “For the babies to come home? For them to grow a little bigger? Or maybe another big holiday?” He shook his head, pressing another kiss to the back of her hand. “I can’t wait that long. It was hard enough hiding this thing for the past—I don’t know, two months.” He chuckled, shoulders shrugging softly, “I can’t even tell you how many times it almost just slipped out.”

“You, (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), are the best decision I ever made.” He took a deep breath, eyes flashing to the ceiling as he willed himself not to cry. He couldn’t help it, not when she already had tears spilling down her cheeks and her lips were shaped into a quivering pout. “From the very first time I saw you, you took my breath away and rocked my world. I knew almost immediately you were going to mean something to me. But then life got in the way I guess or maybe it just wasn’t our time.” He offered her a watery smile, giving her hand a little squeeze as she began to cry softly, “Flash forward three years later, I came to find out that we had created something so beautiful on a night that meant so much to me. I was presented with another chance and I wasn’t going to waste it.”

“Despite how much I wish I hadn’t missed out on those three years, I truly believe that everything happens for a reason.” He continued, “One thing I do know is that I was meant to find you again and this-” He gestured between the two of them, “Me and you. We were meant to be.”

“Words can’t begin to describe how much I love you so I want to spend the rest of my life trying to show you.” Sebastian flicked open the box to reveal the most gorgeous ring she’d ever seen. It wasn’t too big, where it’d get caught on everything or rip her gloves if she ever decided to go back to work at the hospital, but it was big enough to let everyone know she was spoken for—that she was his. “I know that we’ve been going at life a little bit backwards but will you marry me?”

“Yes.” She choked out, yanking him forward once he was back on two feet. She wasted no time throwing both arms around his neck and crashing her lips into his. “Yes. I’ll marry you.” She whispered against his lips.

Sebastian drew back, pressing a few more quick pecks to her lips before he fumbled to slip the ring on her left ring finger. It fit perfectly and the sight of it resting there, where it belonged, had his heart crawling up his throat. The proposal might not have gone as planned but the outcome was just as he’d hoped for.

He would officially make her his. Give her the same last name as him and their babies. Spend the rest of his days with her by his side.

“I love you.” She smiled, cupping his face between her hands, the cool press of the ring against his cheek made butterflies erupt within his naval.

“I love you, dragul meu.” He whispered, forehead pressed against hers, lips a breath away. “I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

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“Alright, bubs.” Sebastian stopped in front of the door, squatting down so he was eye level with Theo. He placed a large hand on each of his shoulders, directing the bouncing toddler to look at him, “You have to be super quiet because your baby sisters are sleeping, alright?”

“Okay, daddy.” Theo nodded, lips in a serious pout as he brought his index finger to his lips. “Shh.”

Sebastian chuckled, leaning forward to lay a tender kiss against the boy’s forehead before straightening up, the toddler’s hand grasping his. “You ready?” He asked, turning slightly to look at the three eager grandparents behind them.

There was a collection of ‘yes’ and quick nods, all of them wearing brilliant smiles on their faces. Especially Georgeta, who, like him, missed out on these types of moments with Theo. She was ready to meet her newborn granddaughters and witness with her very own eyes, her son interacting with his new babies. This was a moment she'd dreamed of for as long as she could remember, something she wished so badly that he could have and now it was finally happening. The family he’d found had now grown.

Sebastian pushed open the door, heart beating frantically in his chest as he guided Theo into the room.

“Momma.” Theo whispered, releasing his dad’s hand to run to the side of her hospital bed. The man was quick to follow, hoisting him up onto the edge of the bed so (Y/N) didn’t have to. “Momma.”

“Hi, my love.” She cooed, a content smile spreading across her face. She took her very first baby in her arms, pressing him to her chest and running her fingers through his curls as he snuggled into her. “How are you? Did you have fun with your grandparents?”

“Good.” He mumbled against the skin of her neck, happy to be in his momma’s arms after being apart all day. Although he hadn’t understood what was going on, he’d been very worried this morning. It was evident in his reluctance to leave when his grandparents had come to pick him up. “Missed you.”

“I missed you too, baby.” (Y/N) whispered, pressing soft kisses to his chubby cheeks. She drew back after a moment, cradling his head to look him in the eye. “Theo, do you want to meet your baby sisters?”

The tot nodded, blue eyes alight and the sweetest little blush on his cheeks.

“Okay, daddy’s going to bring them over here.” (Y/N) started, stealing a glance at Sebastian who watched on from his position by the open cribs, chatting with his mom and her parents as they cooed and fussed over the sleeping babies. “But you have to be very careful, nice touches only, okay? They are very small and fragile. We have to be gentle and quiet.”

“Okay, momma.” Theo smiled, letting her guide him to sit between her parted legs, his back pressed to her chest. “Nice touches and-” He brought his index finger to his lips again, “Shh.”

“Yeah, bubs.” Sebastian piped up, strolling up to the side of the bed with Alina cradled in his large hands. “They’re sleeping and we don’t want to wake them.”

Theo’s eyes widened and his lips parted ever so slightly as his dad carefully placed the newborn in his lap, (Y/N)’s hands supporting the babe’s head and toosh. Alina wriggled a little within her blanket, pink pouty lips splitting in a big yawn but her eyes remained closed, lashes fluttering against her rosy cheeks.

“This is your baby sister, Alina.” (Y/N) said quietly, a heartwarming smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she watched Theo’s expression turn completely awestruck. “What do you think?”

“Wow.” Theo giggled delightfully, little finger lifting to touch his sister’s tiny button nose. He glanced up at (Y/N) and she gave him an encouraging smile before his gaze flickered to Sebastian as he sunk down on the edge of the bed, Viviana now cradled in the crook of his arm. “Two.”

“Yup. You have two little sisters.” Sebastian chuckled, leaning forward so that Theo could get a better look at his other sister. “This is Viviana.”

Theo lifted his hand toward the second baby, eyes full of wonder as he ran a finger down Viviana’s chubby cheek. The newborn didn’t react, sleeping heavily and soundly against her father’s chest.

“Pretty cool, huh?” He asked, running his free hand through Theo’s dark locks as his bright eyes flickered between the two sleeping babies, little fingers touching and tracing along their tiny features, studying them.

“Yeah.” Theo giggled, offering his dad a bright smile before he lent down to press the sweetest kiss to Alina’s cheek, whispering kind words and greetings to the sleeping twins, “Hi, little sisters.”

Sebastian could hear the shuffling and clicks behind him, the telltale sign that (Y/M/N) and his mother were taking hundreds of pictures of this precious moment. He lifted his eyes to meet (Y/N)’s to find she was already looking at him. He could see it in her face, the love and happiness that resided within her. It made his heart flip wildly from where it rested in his chest and he vowed to make sure she smiled like that at least once a day, for the rest of his days.

She brushed her left hand down on his cheek, the cool ring adorning her ring finger, pressed against his warm skin was a welcomed reminder that she would be by his side for the remainder of this life and forevermore. He leaned in, meeting her halfway and connecting their lips in a soft, passionate kiss.

Just one night.

That’s all it was ever supposed to be. Four years ago, when he woke the next morning to an empty bed, he was beyond disappointed and a little devastated. Because maybe, just maybe, a part of him knew that they were meant for more than just one extraordinary night.

They were meant for an extraordinary life.

Looking at her now, a diamond ring on her finger, an unspoken promise to make her his wife, the sweetest son and two beautiful baby girls in their arms.

This was it for him.

She was it for him.

For this one life and whatever lies beyond.

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Tag list: @shellbilee @white-wolf-buckaroo @runawayolives @missusbarnes-rogers-laufeyson @leyannrae @tanyaherondale @ajeff855

#sebastian stan fanfic #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan

[dawnsy]

Have some nice autumn Marcanne UwU

Fall is my favorite season and I just had to write some amphibia stuff about it so here's a relatively short little writing about Marcy and Anne climbing an oak tree on a nice autumn evening.

(Also I barely did any editing so sorry if its not the best)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~You'd think that with how clumsy Marcy is, and how easily she trips over thin air, that she wouldn't do well in high places. But there was always something different about trees.

Marcy never fell out of trees for some strange unexplained reason. Marcy was familiar with climbing up long smooth branches, so much it was almost instinct climbing up the large oak tree. Marcy trusted the tree and all its twigs and branches, she knew them and knew they wouldn't let her fall, and she never did. When Marcy was growing up she never had a great home life, her parents never provided her safety or comfort and more often than not only caused her stress and anxiety. Marcy never felt at home at her house, she felt trapped. Within the walls there was no escape from the constant judgement of her parents and their comments about how she should be studying, working harder, not wasting her time with ridiculous fantasys. Marcy always needed to escape from her parents and all their high expectations. Luckily in a small park only a short walk from her house there was a huge oak tree. This tree wasent the biggest tree in the world but it was decent sized and the branches reached far outwards from the trunk. The park was usually empty, since it wasn't very big but it was mostly just trees and fields, the great oak sat near the edge of the park that looked over the city. a large fence kept everyone away from the cliff side that was more of a downward slope scattered with random bushes and foliage that eventually led to neighborhoods of houses below. From a young age Marcy started climbing that tree almost every single day, she would spend hours up in the branches listening to music or reading an interesting book. Her favorite thing was to watch the sun set at the very  top of the tree, from there you could see over various surrounding houses and gaze upon the distant city outline against the setting sun. It was a sight Marcy had seen many times before yet it never failed to amaze her.

    This time was different though, Marcy wasn't alone.

    "Are you sure about this Marcy? It seems kinda…. high." Anne called from below as Marcy scrambled onto the second lowest branch and turned to look at the brown haired girl  looking up at the tree with a worried expression. She was kinda beautiful just standing there the warm glow of the setting sun, the golden beams lighted her features and made her eyes shine brightly. Her hands were inside her hoodie pocket, she stood on the leaf littered ground, her black hoodie really standing out against the browns and oranges of the leaf litter, but her chocolate brown hair seemed almost invisible. "Come on Anne, I've done this hundreds of times.." Marcy grabbed a nearby branch without even looking at it as if she had every branch memorized, and extended her other hand below her towards Anne "just trust me." Marcy said. Anne looked at her friend's hand, unease rising in her throat at the thought of falling from the high branches. Her gaze wandered to Marcy's face. She gave Anne a sweet and reassuring smile, her cheeks lightly blushed against the chilling autumn air. Anne smiled back feeling a pang of longing in her heart making her head spin for a moment as she grasped her friend's hand and used it as support as she pulled herself onto the first branch. It was a good thing Anne was so fit from playing tennis cause pulling her whole body weight up onto the branch was actually quite difficult, so much so she wondered how the heck Marcy managed it. Marcy released Annes hand as Anne hung her legs over the edge of the branch and grabbed another above her with her now free hand. She hated the weird hurt that stung in her heart as Marcy climbed away, but it only motivated Anne to keep climbing. 

    Marcy honestly looked like a professional athlete climbing that tree. While Anne was constantly struggling to find good footing or climb onto the next branch Marcy was moving with a graceful almost majestic ease as she moved from branch to branch in seconds. While Anne was only about 5 branches up Marcy had already just about reached the top, or Anne assumed she had, she couldn't really see her friend through all the different branches and leaves surrounding her.

    By the time Anne reached the top she was panting like a dog. Despite the cold air Annes body burned with heat and her arms stung from all the times she had to pull her whole body onto a branch just using her arms. As Anne stuck her head out of the thick top layer of leaves she fought to catch her breath, she could feel a variety of leaves and twigs tangled in her hair and her palm was scraped from the ragged branches. It took Anne a second to look up after emerging from the top of the tree, but as her eyes wandered up towards the light of the sun as it set over the horizon beyond the silhouette of the bustling city in the distance Anne couldn't help but let out a small gasp as she stared in awe at the view. "Amazing, right?" Anne jumped a bit hearing a voice and looked over at Marcy who was sitting nearby, the top of her body sticking out of the leaves as she gazed into the distance. Anne nodded and Marcys eyes came down to meet hers, marcy moved her arm and patted what Anne was assuming a large branch below the leaves right beside where she sat. Anne carefully climbed over to her and sat on a large branch that stretched out right below the thicket of golden leaves. Anne could feel the warmth radiating from Marcys body only an inch away from Annes own and she suddenly forgot about the frosty chill that filled the air. "I love it up here, it's like a whole other world." Marcy said her words seemed to carry into the small breeze that began to blow through Annes hair. Anne wasn't looking at the view anymore, she was looking at something much more beautiful. Marcy sat there, her face outlined by the golden light, her brown eyes shining in such a way they looked like they were glowing brighter than the sun itself. Anne let out a small sigh that came out into a warm puff slightly visible in the cold air as she pulled her knees up to her chest and folded her arms above them tucking her chin inbetween her folded arms as she followed Marcy's gaze back out towards the view. Marcy was right, it was like its own little world. The leaves looked like solid ground as if you could walk right on them, like you could build a small house on the tree top and wake up each morning and gaze upon the morning sun shining through your window. Anne let her mind drift into delicate fantasies of waking up in that house with Marcy each morning, hearing the birds chirp, feeling the nice cool breeze through a open window and looking out at the city like it's another universe that could never reach them, nobody could bother them, just her and Marcy there forever.

    Anne was torn from her fantasies by Marcys weight pressing against her side, She glanced over at her friend who sat with a warm smile and half closed eyes as she leaned against Annes shoulder. She looked so peaceful like she could fall asleep, she stared out at the view while she fiddled with something in her hand. Anne peered down squinting against the bright sun trying to see what Marcy was holding. Marcy's small hand was curled around a small brown acorn that she rubbed and slid around her fingers mindlessly. Marcy had always found comfort in textures, and the soft yet solid and smooth shell of the acorn felt nice in her hand. Anne smiled fondly at the small motions, she had always found Marcys little fidgets to be the most adorable thing in the world. But as the acorn slid through her hand it slipped in between her fingers and despite Annes quick reflexes trying to catch it the acorn fell down through the leaves, hitting a few branches as it fell out of sight. Marcy looked down at it for a second then let out a little whimper of disappointment. Despite the acorn's absence her hand continued to move making a claw and then flattening back out into an open hand over and over as if she was squeezing something. Anne gazed at it for a moment then as her hand opened up Anne moved her own hand quickly over to it and befor Marcy could react her hand formed a claw again making her fingers curl around Annes. As their fingers intertwined Marcy looked at them for a second a look of surprise on her face with a hint of a pink blush, but Anne was unsure if it was from the sudden gesture or the cold air. Marcy looked up at Anne and locked eyes with her staring for a moment with a look of awe before softening to a sweet smile. Anne felt a glow in her chest as her heart raced and her face warmed with a blush of its own.Marcy began to move her fingertips slightly rubbing them back and forth against Annes hand, the new texture was warm and soft with a bit of roughness but it was much more comforting than a random acorn. Their hands still intertwined, Anne and Marcy shifted closer together, a blazing ball of warmth against the cold air. Marcy rested her head on Annes shoulder and Anne rested her head on top of Marcy's. The other girl's breath blew warmth across her neck as she sat their head tucked perfectly beneath Annes own.They watched the sunset until the stars began to appear against a dark sky. but neither made any attempt to leave. They sat there in warm silence treasuring this moment where they could be one without having to worry about anything else in the universe. And they didn't need a house, they didn't need a world separate from this one. They just needed each other, and that's what they had.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Almost all of that was based on personal experience btw.

also I cant fricken wait Amphibia season 3 is only one week away ahhhhhh

Alright thats all bye bye now :3

#amphibia #amphibia snippet #marcanne #i love autumn #anne boonchuy #marcy wu

[mimzy-writing-online]

How do you handle casual ableism especially ableism that’s said to be “a joke”? I am blind and I get this all the time and it’s so annoying because I can’t win.

If it’s said by someone I know I probably won’t talk to much, if ever again, I just grin and bear it. If I’m invested in this friendship or know I’ll be working with them a lot, then I’ll say something. But I do have some personal pet-peeves.

“Oh, so you’re blind, but not like, blind-blind.” 

Whenever I explain to someone new that I’m visually impaired and what I see, I sometimes get the “oh, so you’re blind, but not like, blind-blind.” and I just... *internal screaming*

I hate it because it reinforces this hierarchy of “who has it worst in the world” that abled society has. It’s like saying, “oh, you’re blind, but at least you don’t have cancer.” That is insensitive to both people who are blind, people who have cancer, and people who have both. 

Everyone is going through their own stuff, and sometimes it feels debilitating and sometimes it feels normal. Undermining someone’s experiences by saying/implying someone has it worse is terrible and even worse is using that idea to say “oh, then you don’t need this accommodation that badly, you’re not disabled-disabled.”

I am blind. Just blind. I have a condition that highly affects my life and just because there are a few settings where I can pass for sighted, does not mean that I am not blind.

And those people feed my internalized ableism and imposter syndrome so that I begin to think “I’m not that blind, people have so much less sight than me” and begin to feel like I don’t deserve any of my accommodations, even my cane when my worst days hit. My cane, that thing I bought myself that affects no one apart from warning them I can’t see them, but means everything to me.

What I would like to say: “I am blind. What I’m describing might sound like no big deal to you, but it affects my life every day and I will never, under any circumstances, see as much as a sighted person. Please stop comparing my disability to other disabilities.”

“Can you use your cane as a weapon?”

It was funny the first 3-4 times I heard it, but strangers say it to me constantly and it’s just like... “oh, them Lakers” or “How’s the weather up there” or some other cliché joke that has been told to death. And these strangers don’t realize how unoriginal it is because they probably never interact with other blind people, but I hear it all the fricken time.

I’ve explained to friends that I don’t like this joke. And I have an example of it in A Witch’s Memory, specifically Ulric’s second chapter. But like, I cannot control what strangers think is funny.

What I would like to say: “I cannot. Canes are much more fragile than you think, and each one has cost me $50 each. And I’ve had... six? Over the years. And they take weeks to ship to me. I would be terrified of my cane getting damaged.”

“I bet you’re looking forward to robot eyes.”

No. I’m not. I’m really not. Leave my eyes the fuck alone.

This was waaaaaay before I was diagnosed with Visual Snow Syndrome, which is a neurological problem, not an eye problem, even if the symptoms that affect me most are visual.

And as for the ableism, there’s soooo so much in that statement:

“Oh, I bet you’re looking forward to getting cured”

“I think being blind is terrible, I would want robot eyes immediately”

And if I said that I didn’t want robot eyes ever, I’d almost always get:

“I bet it wouldn’t be that bad, you’d be a cyborg. How cool is that?”

I said no the first time. Respect that answer. It’s my body, my eyes. I’m so tired of this debate.

The only form of this conversation I will ever accept is from my best friend who admitted that he personally would jump at the chance for cybernetic enhancements, especially something that reduced chronic pain. There are some more personal issues I won’t disclose, but from his perspective I understood and we came to the acceptance that we had very different stances and that was okay so long as we respected each other’s choices.

What I would like to say: “I have considered this and personally decided that under no circumstances would I ever want this kind of surgery done to me. Please respect that choice and don’t joke about experimental surgeries with me.”

“Just consider me your personal human guide dog.”

Only one person has ever said this to me, but he’s said it several times while acting as my sighted guide and I hate it, not because there is any ableism directed at me, but because he’s calling himself less than human and I wish he treated himself better. He deserves better. My solution is just saying nice things to him every chance I get about how much I care about him and how he is good.

“Fuck you! I love you! Don’t you dare call yourself a dog. You’re amazing and I love you.”

“Well you’re able-bodied.”

Said to me by another person with a disability, specifically a chronic illness, while complaining about why I couldn’t do something for him.

It was my father.

and I just...

I have literally never not been disabled in some capacity.

I remember my ADHD affected me from the early age of six years old and how much that affected my self esteem. I started having chronic health problems (mostly due to anxiety) as soon as I entered my teenage years. The worst was when I was 19. And then I went blind.

I am in no way able-bodied. Do not throw this hierarchy of who’s more disabled at me. I physically cannot handle the task you asked me to do without physical pain following me for the rest of the day. It’s either going to have to get done by someone else, or I’m going to need help. Why do I need to be in pain all day for this?

You’re young, therefore you are able-bodied.

You means nothing in terms of disability! Lots of people are disabled, visibly and invisibly. And if your kid needs disability aids to perform normal tasks like walking safely outside, you shouldn’t be calling them able bodied.

What I would like to say: “I am not able bodied. I am far from it. What you’re asking me to do will either risk serious injury to me or will cause me serious, lasting pain. Please respect my physical limitations.”

“And on your right you and hear, smell, taste, touch the ocean.”

It was a joke by a close friend when we were on a road trip. Also, we were in a car on the freeway, literally, none of those things would be possible from that distance because all I would hear and smell would be car fumes. 

Like, okay, I know I can’t enjoy the scenic view the way sighted people can, but I am enjoying this drive in my own way. Even the visuals I can see are nice(ish). It’s stimulation, something different for my brain. I’m having fun listening to the music and your story while we move and there are shapes and faded colors passing us.

I’m experiencing this amazing road trip.

Maybe it’s not the way you would experience or best enjoy it, but I am having fun, don’t spoil it by reminding me that I’m different from you and that my experience “must be less enjoyable.”

I told him: “I don’t like those jokes. They aren’t funny to me. I don’t need to see it to enjoy it.” And he stopped. He never made another one after that drive.

(He’s also one of those people who has serious anxiety around making someone uncomfortable, and me telling him “hey I don’t like this, can we do this instead” actually helps us both, because I’m no longer uncomfortable and he can trust that I would immediately tell him if he ever did something I didn’t like. If I’m not speaking up, then I am good. And I can trust that he will stop as soon as I tell him to, and that I can always speak up if I need to.)

#Anonymous #disability #actuallyblind #cripplepunk #ableism #ableism tw #blindness #mimzy things #there are probably a dozen or more reoccurring jokes but my brain is tired #I'm gonna make myself go to bed... #eventually #adhd is being a pain #just end the task already #but I have music playing and I like this playlist #long sigh

[lxngbottom]

#RJ200 celebration🦔, congratulations!

Neville falls in love with african-dougla uagadou transfer! hufflepuff student since she defended him in 2nd year. She's the literal definition of chaotic neutral w/ BDE, don't give a f*ck, hella confident/got no shame in herself at all(she chubby, curvy/pear shaped and got hella freckles). no filter/chill when it comes to words. Neville asks her out during 3rd-4th year.

We need more POC representation in harry potter, though for real, so as an african american this came to my head, because why not.

HEADCANONS FOR THIS REQUEST!

warnings: none!!! just pure fluff!! & some swearing but that’s really it

AND YES MORE POC REPRESENTATION IN HP!! edit: this is probably one of my fav things i’ve ever written tbh

oh my gosh when neville first met her.....

it was sealed

she really came off as an innocent hufflepuff at first

but then.....

draco was making fun of neville right in front of her in second year

and she went off on him

called him a ferret

threatened to beat him up

you know, all the good stuff that asshole malfoy deserves

let’s just say malfoy never attempted to mess with her from that day forward

but neville... oh my god he was in love

they became really close friends

unlike her, neville is very shy and definitely not outspoken

so she pushes him to defend himself a lot

or even when he’s nervous to present something in class she’s just in the back showing him a thumbs up

he would never tell her this but he dreams of her A LOT

and he’s obsessed with every. single. part. of. her

she’s not the type to get insecure

but sometimes girls will say mean things about her and she’ll get a little upset about it

but neville comes along and saves the day

“i—i think you’re beautiful...”

“they said what?! you have an amazing shape! don’t listen to them!”

she’s always the loudest at quidditch matches

and she even convinces neville to scream like her

obvious harry, dean, seamus & ron know about neville’s crush

or maybe that he’s in love but who knows, right?

they finally tell him to stop being such a bloody git and to ask her out

in 4th year he does so by getting her flowers

she doesn’t even respond

she just drops the flowers and plants a fat kiss right onto his lips

he’s really taken back, but he kisses her back automatically

he loves hearing her tell stories about her family back at home

and he LOVES hearing about her culture

he thinks she’s just so cool

she ends up teaching him how to braid her hair :,)

and he does it all the time

doesn’t matter where they are

great hall

class

library

dorm

he just braids her hair over and over until his fingers just give out on him

they go on cute little dates all the time

oh and i almost forgot....

THIS MAN IS OBSESSED WITH CUDDLING WITH HER

she’s just so fricken comfortable and lovely

when they’re cuddling, he’ll try to count her freckles

but of course he loses count

“i—i lost count... now i have to start all over, baby...”

his face will just be like: ):

but she’ll just kiss him and giggle cause he’s just too adorable

neville definitely is the one to keep her head on straight

because when someone teases him or any of her friends

oh bitch

you better watch the fuck out

he has to calm her down before she catches the attention of one of the professors while she’s cussing someone out

“petal...” he’ll look over and see snape,

“petal—please!”

“no, neville! i’m not done with this fucking asshole yet!”

overall, the dynamic works really well

and neville would literally die for her

and she would literally kill someone else for him

#harry potter #harry potter headcanon #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine #neville longbottom #neville longbottom imagine #neville longbottom imagines #neville longbottom smut #neville x reader #neville x you #neville x y/n #neville longbottom angst #neville longbottom fluff #neville longbottom headcanons #rj’s200celebration

[jessicaowo1]

Iwaizumi x Y/N

Good day readers! I have noticed that Iwaizumi has less love and appreciation that I want him to have. So I am going to do it. 

Love Interest: Iwaizumi Hajime and Terushima (if you read the second part)

Warning: Angst + Fluff/ Angst (There are two endings)

Okay, so you and Iwaizumi are into like six months into your relationship. 

You, my dear reader, are athletic and take up a seasonal sport. (You can choose your sport)

You have always gone to watch Iwaizumi’s games and just genuinely supported him in everything he did. Now, your seasonal sport has started and you hope he would do the same. 

However, the majority of the time when you have a game or recital, Iwaizumi is occupied with his own sport. Whether, that is yelling at Oikawa, practice, or even games. 

During your sport season, you couldn’t spend more time with him than you would like. You guys try, like walking home after practice or even study together on the phone. But, it isn’t the same. 

For some miracle, your big game/ recital thing (think on the lines of a championship or something) is on a day Iwaizumi is considered free. He just has practiced before but, there is a thirty-minute window between the events. 

Of course, you ask Iwaizumi to watch your game like how he asked you to watch his first game. And your darling boyfriend says yes because it seemed reasonable. 

On the day of your game/recital, however, Oikawa decides to have extra practice. Iwaizumi quickly gets ready to go to see you but, sees Oikawa. In fear Oikawa may injure his knee again, he stays begging Oikawa to stop.

Oikawa wouldn’t listen to him. Iwaizumi loving his friend more tries to reason with him by throwing a volleyball in Oikawa’s face (typical). Anyways Oikawa finally listens to Iwaizumi after 30 minutes of bickering.

Your game/recital starts. You got your jitters up and you are looking around the crowd. You don’t see Iwaizumi. You think automatically practice just ended late or something. You were deeply hurt. 

However, you received to let yourself get hurt unless it was at the thing you loved, (sport).

You did your very best and what seemed like an eternity for you finally ended. You didn’t look for him in the crowd because you knew if you didn’t see him you would break down and cry. (If you did an actual sport, you won the game)

Iwaizumi only came to see the last five minutes of your game/recital because Oikawa was being Oikawa and traffic was bad. He saw you play at least.

Under the pretense that he was not there, you went and changed into some sweats and a hoodie. (Also your family wasn’t there due to work)

When you walked out of the school building, someone jump scared you. It was  (a friend that is a boy that you were close to… or Terushima(he is also your friend)). They congratulate you for a job well done and asked if you wanted a bite to eat to celebrate.

Ending 1 (fluff)

You turned him down, however, because you were in no mood to eat anything unless it was crying and two you would be an emotional mess. He understood and said goodbye and to text them that you made it safely home. 

You started to walk to your house when you felt a hand grabbed your wrist. You then thought it was a bad idea to turn your friend down because what if they kidnapped you or worse…

The hand-pulled you in for a hug, it was Iwaizumi. You had two thoughts in your head, he came late or he watched you the entire game and you never saw him. 

Iwaizumi kisses your forehead and said you did an amazing job. 

Iwaizumi was under the pretense that you knew that he was late and you were pissed off at him. Your boyfriend, profusely apologies for coming late and explained everything with shittykawa. 

You were conflicted. You were sad at the fact he came late. Mad, at Oikawa making Iwaizumi worry. Happy, that your boyfriend told you what you assumed was the truth and, that he cared so much Oikawa. 

You tell him, it was fine and at least you saw the game. If you were to say it was no big deal, he would know that was a lie because it was a final performance thing.

Iwaizumi tries very hard to make it up for the way he acted by going to get take out with you to celebrate. 

What a good boyfriend.

Ending 2 (angst)

You told your friend yes because you needed someone to talk to about your feelings. 

He grabs you by the wrist and says “Good, based on the sadness written over your face, I say we grabbed takeout, maybe  (favorite comfort food). Then we can chill at my place and vent or watch (favorite show/movie) for the millionth time.”

You nodded your head and went with him. 

Iwaizumi was waiting outside for you by the entrance where you usually would pick him up after a game and didn’t see you there. He quickly texts you that he was outside. But, ten minutes go by, and no response. He tries to call you but, it went to voicemail. He assumes you are angry with him and leaves. 

What happened was, as the good friend (Terusiuma/ Friend’s Name) was, he quickly silenced your phone and put it on do not disturb mode. He didn’t want you to get any more emotional and refused to let his friend go to their boyfriend after the emotional damage they went to. 

After a good two hours of spending quality time with your friend, you left and headed to your house. On your porch you see Iwaizumi sitting beside your front door. 

You go up to him and ask what he was doing there at 11 o clock at night. 

He asks if you even checked your phone. 

You said no because (Terushima/ friend’s name) put it on silent when you were watching (favorite show/movie).

Iwaizumi gets jealous that you were hanging out with (Terushima/ friend’s name) and, claims “Just because you don’t come to your games doesn’t mean I hang out with other people”

You were shocked at this statement because you and Iwaizumi never had a fight over jealously and he implied cheating. You defensively said, “I am allowed to hang out with other people other than you, it’s not like I’m dating (Terushima/ friend’s name)”

Iwaizumi just then takes his frustration out on you. He has felt distant from you and voices his insecurities in a way of making you feel bad. You honestly just wanted to cry but, then he says, “Fricken I miss one game and this is the way you treated me. (Sport name) isn’t even a real commitment like volleyball.”

This is when you lost your cool. It was completely healthy in relationships to voice concerns and insecurities but, tearing someone down isn’t good. “Not a real commitment, I spent years training my ass off to be able to carry myself where I am today. And, I am not treating you bad, you are just attacking me because you messed up.”

you guys start to bicker. He says, “Oh it’s because of (Terushima/ friend’s name) that we are so distant. You are probably cheating with him on me right?”

You are emotionally drained from everything and said, “ Just because I hang out with other guys doesn’t mean I am cheating on you. Clearly, none of us are thinking straight right now. I am done, go home and sleep.”

Iwaizumi thought when you said that, that you broke up with him. “Yeah let’s break up.” And he walked away.

You just realized what you guys said and were on the verge of tears. Both of you were, you meant so much to each other and both ruined something perfectly well.

#haikyū!! #haikyu x reader #haikyu #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi fanfic #iwaizumi drabble #iwaizumi hcs #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi angst #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi x you #hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi haijime x you #aoba johsai #aoba josai x reader #terushima x reader #terushima

[solange-lol]

hiii in celebration of AUctober, what are some of your fav solangelo AUs?

Anonymous said to solange-lol:

Hi! Kinda a random question: do you have any favorite riordanverse fanfics that you’d suggest reading? I’m looking for ones to read, but I’ve been having trouble finding new ones! Thanks!

rec list #1 | rec list #2

all recs can be found under the tag ‘lizs solangelo fic recs’ on my blog!

technically its past auctober now, but better late then never to drop my third solangelo rec list!! especially considering the state of the world rn ... lets just say its a celebration of me actually participating in sw for the first time in a while

rec under cut as always!! its not all aus but its the count that thots

Find Another Place to Stay by @unwieldyink

personally i think breakup fics are incredibly underrated, and i also think annie is incredibly underrated, so enjoy ur little cry if you read this one (tw // violence in this one)

Hershey’s kiss by @unwieldyink

we love a godswap!! it’s actually been a while since ive read this one and i reread this while making this rec list and can i just say that zeus!nico and hermes!will are both such valid concepts and this just has a rly good dynamic to it

Actors by @buoyantsaturn

i could talk about this fic for hours but lets just say ao3 has told me ive visted this fic 40 times. im not kidding. fake dating is just a godtier trope

start of something new by jinniefic

if you know me, you know that i fricken LOVE high school musical, and this is literally just the start of the first movie but solangelo and honestly a little more iconic please read even if ur not a hsm fan

paper/plastic by @rosyredlipstick

the fact that this is from 2018 and took this long to get into my rec list is tragic because i think about this fic a lot... a lot. mortal au. very chill, strangers to lovers, very good vibes, will be rereading soon (everything rosy writes is amazing we already knew this)

10:37pm by @buoyantsaturn

surprise another cj fic! fun fact she debated with us for a good half hour about what to title this fic so go read it so you can tell her you like the name (and the fic itself... its a very good fic) (tw // alchohol and drug use for this one)

Sunflower by ChiseHatori

3 days in the infirmary is probably the easiest trope u can find in the solangelo tag but i have to say this one really made me soft just bc it feels a lot more in character than some of the others ive read, and it basically picks up right where they ended in the books

Will You, or Will You Not? by @thebluesideofmyworld

marriage fics... also very soft. just boys bein boys. dual engagements. mortal au. all that good stuff vv soft i loved it

let your heart win by @justanothervampiregirl

this one is short but its also probably one of the most in character fics ive ever read and i really like this style of writing mixed with canon compliance so :)

The Magic of Naomi Solace by Sweetymomo

naomi solace, underratted legend. i aspire to have her relationship with will. lots of familial background if you like that!! and its set at a bnb!!

forget all the shooting stars and silver moons by itotallyreadthatbook

when i saw this in the tag i was SO excited bc we love high school aus here and it was!! very good indeed!! this trope is one ive never seen before and i recommend 10/10 good banter

They won’t always live by Phantomxlegend

will overworking himself and coping with loss always makes me :(( so if ur okay with some will angst then buckle up

“I am fully capable of kicking your ass” by @unwieldyink

i remember i saw the email notification for this one and immediately was like yup absolutely im in and it 100% lives up to its title we love capture the flag solangelo

the night we met by peachyytomlinson

a lil ooc but also very angsty and did make me emotional when i read this late at night. i think i wrote something similar a while back but i just aaaaa will angst man

“look how hard i can cry FWSHHH”  by @buoyantsaturn

call me biased bc i like to claim that i originated the idea of demeter!will and cj dedicated this fic to me but like BRO its so soft and i love it here nico leave the plants along challenge failed

femboy hooters, or the time percy jackson failed to keep a secret by luciethebean

its all fun and games until the fic turns out to genuinely be really good. like, yes the title is exactly what you think it is but it doesnt matter bc its so fricken well written im^@*#&(*)($_$#&^@$(@*)* yeah

Of Ties and Significant Annoyances by seokjinvilla (@thechampagnecocainegasoline)

we dont support jkr in this household but what we do support is this bc this plot is genius and i love it

everything’s going swimmingly by tsunamiroll (@catboy-ethan)

fun fact i posed the idea of a sports/team prompt to the sw mod crew literally just so someone would pull through and write a swim au and ethan DID without even knowing. i love them and their writing style is so !!!! please read it

when you smile (the whole world stops) by tsunamiroll (@catboy-ethan)

another ethan fic!! this is the perfect fic for a rough day where u just want some cuddles bc thats literally the plot of the fic. i love this one with my entire heart its very fluffy 10/10 do reccomend

pumpkin spice (i hate it, it's not nice) (ok maybe it's a little nice) by tsunamiroll (@catboy-ethan)

ethan fic part 3!! bc i binge read these all in one night!! literally again their writing style is so amazing and the witty banter!!!! also we love a retail bookstore au 

Burnt Plastic (and Other Bad Ideas) by More_of_This

so this one isnt exactly romantically solangelo but it is hilarious in my opinion and i absolutely adore well written college aus and while i know nothing about college this fic is so funny to me (if you read the tags there is, in fact, a raccoon involved) (tw // drinking for this one)

all because you kissed me goodnight by @buoyantsaturn

i have been WAITING for a mortal counselors au and im sure theres some out there already but y’all already know im a cj stan! lots of slowburn, friends to lovers, coworkers, all the good stuff (and i named this one and offered cj a lot of materials from my own camp so this one especially hits!! i reccomend for those good ol summer vibes!!) (tw // drinking for this one)

Waiting With You by @buoyantsaturn

oh boy buckle up if u want an angst ride because this fic tore me apart. i keep threatning cj with “dont pull another waiting with you”. that being said, very much feels like a movie while youre reading it, very fluffy in the middle, we love mutual pining. 

Little Italian Boy by @buoyantsaturn

stream little italian boy by grace gilmore. youll get it. thats it.

The Clues by @thebluesideofmyworld

secret dating when done well is legit one of my favorite tropes of all time and this!!! this!!!!!!!!! its outsiders perspective also which is another one of my favorite tropes, and just little views on nicos life and i love it

So Come On, Talk it Out (your voice brought me back from the dead) by @buoyantsaturn

will solace, sponsered by kitkats, cj edition

no but if you read tower of nero you’ll really like this missing pieces pre-ton fic this is a really soft little fic with a bunch of easter eggs from the book in it, so i highly recommend! if you havent read ton yet and are still avoiding spoilers, come back to this one!

reaching for the sun (you, you, you) by moonswords (@tortadelimao)

i just read this one about 2 hours ago for the first time and i am Still thinking about it. its like the getting together that i literally feel like is canon and the vibes are Immaculate (also william “what about me looks straight” solace)

“Are we on a date right now?” by @unwieldyink

overworked will, nico helping out in the infirmary, first dates & hikes, canon compliant, we love to see it (also its an annie fic so ur required by law to read it)

Outrunning karma by Phantomxlgend 

more will angst! featuring angry overworked will!

Everlasting Ring by minyoongurt (@blueblackslowtown)

i was Very excited when i read the summary of this one, and i think minyoongurt did a really good job!! healer will, injured nico, the whole dynamic. also i love the idea of nico only knowing “thank you” “go away” and “fuck you” in sign language. im pretty sure thats canon

The Little Thing by Rainbow_Mess

i belive this is also a pre-toa fic thats just exploring all the stuff we found out about will in ton and its very short and sweet :)

and of course, a few of my recent works for your consideration

who is he (and what is he to you?)

just doing my silly little tasks

i don’t need three bars to tell me we’re meant to connect

truly, madly, deeply

#solangelo #will solace #nico di angelo #pjo #heros of olympus #lizs solangelo fic recs #mine

[humaforever]

Quality time/Huma fic

It was a bright Sunday morning in Auradon. The sun was blasting, but when was it not in Auradon. Most of the people were out strolling around the beautiful city on this perfect day. But not everyone. In room 24 on the side of Auradon prep where the girl's dorms were located was a beautiful dark-skinned girl with amazing turquoise hair along with a pale boy with ebony hair. Harry and Uma were currently in Uma's dorm room. Uma was on her bed reading over a legislation Ben wanted to make for the "Isle reformation committee." Uma oversaw this committee, she knew what was best for the isle. As for Harry he was spinning in a chair looking through the things in said girl's vanity. Uma had no idea why he was there, he looked extremely bored and Gil had invited him to go with him, Jay, and Carlos to get lunch. But Harry had declined. Uma didn't mind his company, but he was being nosy, and it was distracting her.

"Hey Harry" she finally spoke up now getting very irritated by him

"Hmm?" He responded as he continued to look through her things

"Can you please stop...whatever it is you're doing"

"Ugh!" He threw his hands up and just started spinning more in his chair

"Woah, what the hell was that? Fricken drama queen" Uma responded more irritated than ever. What he just did was not cool with her. "What's wrong" she asked trying to take a calm stance on this

He just walked over to the bed and flopped down at the bottom of the mattress.

"Okay then, take your time" Uma said rolling her eyes and furrowing her eyebrows.

Uma continued to look over the document not having the energy for this. A few minutes passed when Harry let out a long hard sigh into her comforter.

"OKAY what! You obviously want my attention! Stop acting like a baby and tell me what your problem is!" Uma shouted

Harry turned around and looked at Uma as a smile started to grow on his face

"Sorry captain, I was just wondering when you were going to be done. It seems like one of us is always busy and we haven't been spending quality time together anymore." He stated

Uma scoffed at him "Quality time huh? Okay so what did you want to do?" She asked putting the document on her nightstand deciding to indulge him

His expression immediately changed, and his face brightened with excitement "Can I do your makeup!?" He asked excitedly

My makeup! She thought. Uma fully trusted Harry with most everything including when it came to her appearance. He would help her pick out her outfits and do her hair sometimes but her makeup. He wasn't the best at doing his own makeup. Although the charcoal eyeliner he used brought out his beautiful eyes it could definitely look well...messy at times. And it definitely wasn't something she wanted on her face. But he looked so excited she didn't want to spoil his excitement. He was also right; they hadn't had much time to spend together just the two of them.

She must've been thinking for a long time because his face fell, and he looked away

"Its okay if you don't want me to, it was just a suggestion" He said voice sounding incredibly sad

So sad that it made her heart swell, not in a good way. She never wanted to be the reason for his sadness "No, no, umm, I guess...umm if you really want to you can"

"Really!" He said face lighting up again

"Yeah" how could she say no when he looked so cute

**********

"Alrighty I think I found one"

They had set up two chairs at her vanity. She laid out her makeup and took off the makeup she previously had on while he looked for a reference photo to follow. At least he wasn't just going to do his regular makeup routine on her.

"Can I see it?" She asked

"No, it's going to be a surprise" He said looking over her makeup

"Please"

"No"

He opened one of her eyeshadow palettes and picked up a small brush

"Wait you're starting with eyeshadow?" Uma asked skeptically

"I was planning on it. Why am I not supposed to"

"Most people start with foundation but you can do whatever you want"

"Mmkay which ones that" Harry questioned

"Here" Uma said holding out a bottle of a dark liquid substance

He took it and pumped some of it out on a larger brush

"Oh Harry" she said watching the whole thing

"What now?"

"You were supposed to use this" She said holding up a beauty blender "The brush leaves it uneven"

He took the beauty blender from her and sighed "okay, thanks, but please stop telling me how to do it. I really appreciate it but you're kinda taking the fun out of it"

He tried to rub the foundation he had just put on the brush onto the beauty blender. All while Uma pressed her mouth into a flat line deciding not to mention how he was supposed to wet the beauty blender first.

He gently grabbed her face and started to apply the foundation. Covering all areas of her face.

"Close your eyes" Harry said fully concentrated on his work, she had to admit it was cute how focused he was

So she obliged and felt the large sponge glide across her eyes. When she could tell he stopped she opened her eyes.

"Alright I don't really like it but I don't care. I'm doing eyeshadow now." He declared

"Can I look at it?" Uma asked

"No, it's gonna be a surprise"

Even though they were sitting right next to a mirror she was still going to ask for permission to see the look because this was Harry's time to shine and she wouldn't spoil it for him.

He settled on a small palate and started to put the powder on a brush

That's my bronzer pallette! She thought

"Close your eyes again for me dear" he said inspecting the powder ratio on the brush

When Harry started to apply the eyeshadow (bronzer) he did it so incredibly gentle that it was extremely ticklish on her eyes and made them start to water. Uma had peeked a small look at him. He was so close to her face, so concentrated, and oh yeah did I mention cute.

"Open"

When Uma opened her eyes Harry immediately noticed they had watered up.

"What happened? What did I do? Did I press too hard?" He asked somewhat frantically

"No, nothing, you didn't hurt me. The brush was tickling my eye" She said with a laugh

"Oh" he said with relief "Hey, do you have any brightly colored pallettes?"

She didn't bring those ones out on purpose she didn't want to look like a clown. But oh well she had already come this far.

*****

After Harry had spent a large amount of time trying to get both eyes the same and perfect, also quicky putting on eyeliner. he was ready for lipstick.

He'd definitely shortened the makeup look by not adding any of the highlights, concealer, and what not. Anyway, Harry had chosen a dark cherry red color for her lips.

Once he had applied it he looked very satisfied.

"Okay, last but not least, time for blot"

"Blot? You know about blot?" Uma asked

"Of course"

"Hm, well I have some tissue ove-"

She was cut of by Harry firmly planting his lips on hers. Just as her eyes began to flutter shut he pulled apart.

"Perfect! Well you can look now"

Uma nodded slowly regaining herself. Seeing the small amount of lipstick he had on his lips. When she turned to the mirror. She was very surprised to say the least. He had done a fantastically blended, sparkly, gorgeous eye makeup. The colors worked so well together and against her complexion. Even the bronzer as eyeshadow looked good, she may have to try that more often. The eyeliner he did was actually pristine with a perfect cat eye. The lipstick matched well and complemented her face.

"Ta da! You like" He asked

"I love! When did you get so good at makeup?"

"I uh, I practice sometimes. I mean practice other things than my regular guyliner. I've been wanting to ask if I could do your makeup for a long time now but I thought you'd say no" he said shrugging while looking down at his hands.

Uma's expression went soft. "You can always do my makeup"

He smiled at her. They kept their gaze on each other not breaking eye contact. She leaned in for another quick kiss. Light, soft, passionate, but short.

"Well I don't know about you but I'm ready to paint the town. Show off my new look. Wanna come with me" Uma said

"I'll follow you to the ends of the Earth captain"

#harry/uma #huma #uma/harry