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inkskinned · 7 months

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love when men cry about body hair bc "it's hygiene" and yet 15% of cis men leave the bathroom without washing their hands at all and an additional 35% only just wet their hands without using soap. that is nearly half of all men. that means statistically you have probably shaken hands with or been in direct contact with one of these people.

love when men say that women "only want money" when it turns out that even in equal-earning homes, women are actually adding caregiver burdens and housework from previous years, whereas men have been expanding leisure time and hobbies. in equal-earning households, men spend an average of 3.5 hours extra in leisure time per week, which is 182 hours per year - a little over a week of paid vacation time that the other partner does not receive. kinda sounds like he wants her money.

love that men have decided women are frail and weak and annoying when we scream in surprise but it turns out it's actually women who are more reliable in an emergency because men need to be convinced to actually take action and respond to the threat. like, actually, for-real: men experience such a strong sense of pride about their pre-supposed abilities that it gets them and their families killed. they are so used to dismissing women that it literally kills them.

love it. told my father this and he said there's lies, damned lies, and statistics. a year ago i tried to get him to evacuate the house during a flash flood. he ignored me and got injured. he has told me, laughing, that he never washes his hands. he has said in the last week that women are just happier when we're cooking or cleaning.

maybe i'm overly nostalgic. but it didn't used to feel so fucking bleak. it used to feel like at least a little shameful to consider women to be sheep. it just feels like the earth is round and we are still having conversations about it being flat - except these conversations are about the most obvious forms of patriarchy. like, we know about this stuff. we've known since well before the 50's.

recently andrew tate tried to justify cheating on his partner as being the "male prerogative." i don't know what the prerogative for the rest of us would be. just sitting at home, watching the slow erosion of our humanity.

#writeblr #warm up #ps edited so it is more clear where “half” of men is coming from:#15% literally don't even touch water #an ADDITIONAL 35% ''wash'' by just running their hands under water WITHOUT SOAP #15+35 =50%#like that is not washing ur hands. go back and use soap #btw the numbers for women are 4% never washing and 15% ''just water''#which is still gross but like. sooo much better yikes #ps i know we're all gay on this site but watching ppl ''correct'' my math on this has been wild #i have a learning disability im genuinely bad at math so i check EVERY time someone corrects me #but no they're just confidently wrong.....#182 hours is a week babes. 182/24 (number of hours in a day) is ~7.6 #that's where i got that number from. also from rent we know there's 168 hours in a week.#ALSO btw if u read this and ur response is ''men are also struggling rn tho'' like babe you missed the point of it tho #this doesn't even make fun of men it's legit just pointing out that bigotry against women isn't founded #in anything men actually CARE about . like they don't actually CARE about ''being clean'' when they make fun of armpit hair #or they would be WASHING THEIR HANDS.#men pretend to be rollin' in cash and Apex Predators and instead they are trained to be lazy and unwilling to act in emergencies #i have never and will never make fun of men for asking for more support on important topics like DV and mental health.#this is so clearly not about men; it's about how common just being plainly misogynistic has become.#like they don't try to hide it anymore.

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mintsuwu · 27 days

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MORE SMILING CRITTERS FAMILY HEADCANONS WAHOO!! I do apologize in advance as this post will be shorter BUT THERE ARE MORE PICTURES!!!

Bubba Bubbaphant

Bubba Bubbaphant comes from a family deeply rooted in love, passion, and a sense of responsibility towards others. His mother was a botanist, brimming with a profound affection for plants, while his father embarked on adventurous explorations as a researcher. Despite their differing pursuits, they formed a tight-knit family unit where love and care flourished.

Sadly, his mother's life was cut short by a debilitating disease that drained her vitality, leaving an indelible mark on Bubba's heart. Witnessing her struggle ignited in him a fervent desire to become a doctor in the future, driven by the aspiration to alleviate suffering and potentially save lives, just as he had hoped to do for his mother.

But even after the profound loss, the relationship with his father remained strong, as the latter balances his adventurous spirit with unwavering dedication to his family. Despite the demands of his work, he cherishes every moment spent with Bubba, recognizing the importance of being present in his son's life. He carves out moments to spend quality time with him, sharing experiences and imparting valuable knowledge gained from his explorations as the young one shares information about the adventures he has with his friends

Mr. Bubbaphant embodies the essence of a true gentleman, extending kindness and assistance to those in need without hesitation. His demeanor and wisdom reflected the refinement and kindness instilled in his son, earning him a reputation as an absolute gentleman.

Their familial circle extends to Kickin'Chicken´s family, as he is friends with his mother, Clucketta, forging a close friendship between families. Recognizing the demands of parenthood, Mr. Bubbaphant would occasionally assist Clucketta by taking on babysitting duties, providing her with much-needed respite while her husband Rockin´ Rooster is away on his own endeavors.

Through their shared experiences and mutual respect, Bubba learns the value of compassion, friendship, and the importance of standing by those they care about.

BONUS: Kickin´ was the only one of the Smiling Critters who got to know Bubba´s mother before she passed away. And after her loss he made sure to be there to support his friend all the way just like the young elephant had done for him in the past.

Kickin'Chicken (Part ||)

Rockin'Rooster is a renowned singer in the Smiling Critters universe and the father of Kickin' Chicken. Despite his fame, Rockin' spends little time with his family, prioritizing his career over them.

Kickin' idolizes his father, despite his older sister Pecky harboring resentment towards him for his selfishness. Though Rockin' favors Pecky, hoping she'll continue his musical legacy, but she rejects his expectations. Instead, she enjoys music with her friends for fun as she even plays in a band with them, but she doesn't seek for fame or fortune. Rockin' later shifts his attention to Kickin', who adores his father but longs for more family connection. The young boy feels overwhelmed by his many younger siblings, as his father's absence is often filled with new additions to the family. But despite this, Kickin' loves his family deeply.

Clucketta, Kickin's mother, once shared Rockin's passion for music, but she now focuses on supporting her family. She sacrificed her own career as a dancer before moving to Jolly Valley (I still have to think of a name for the town though) in order to live a happy and peaceful life... Despite the family's imperfections. And though she no longer wears her Merry Charm, when she does, she keeps her pendant hidden as it makes her feel nostalgic of the times where she could pursue her passion for dancing.

BONUS: Adult Kickin' design! I like to imagine that he becomes some sort of dancing teacher in the future.

#fanart #oc #headcanon #poppy playtime #poppy playtime oc #smiling critters #the smiling critters #kickinchicken #bubba bubbaphant #family #smiling critters oc

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confused0wl · 2 years

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you ever get nostalgic for something you never even experienced

#I'm listening to my grandfather talk about his childhood and im starting tearing up because ill never experience this things #maybe it also has to do something with the fact that there aren't many things in my life to feel nostalgic for #maybe if were talking about time before third grade because since then i have spent pretty much all time in some form of isolation #does it get better?

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charmedreincarnation · 3 months

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So, I was watching ATLA and LOK for the millionth time, and there are so many elements in these shows that I have applied to my life, it's not even funny. This isn’t even really meant to be particularly educating but honestly I could have used atla and lok alone at the beginning of my journey and still come to the same conclusions as I had today. They’re both some of my fav shows since I was a child, and looking back and seeing its influence on me is very nostalgic. Also the live action is getting produced soon so I can’t think of a better time to make this post.

Chakras

Anyways In Avatar: The Last Airbender," Aang learns about chakras from Guru Pathik. Chakras are like energy points in our body. Each one is linked to a different part of life, such as love, truth, or survival. When Aang clears blockages in these chakras, he can use his Avatar powers better. I had made a post about I will link here but honestly watching the scene in a kids show is more appealing 😭😭

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Meditation

Meditation is used a lot in the Avatar series. It helps characters like Aang to focus, feel calm, and understand themselves better. In real life, meditation does the same thing! It can obviously help reduce stress, improve focus and make us feel happier. In both shows I saw characters use meditation to induce a plethora of things.

Talk to Past Lives: Aang uses meditation to talk to his past lives for advice.

Ask for Help: Aang meditates to ask spirits for help.

Clear Minds: Characters meditate to think clearly and make good decisions.

Astral Projection: Aang and Jinora can travel as spirits, separate from their bodies, and etc

Yin and Yang

Avater uses the Moon (Yin) and Ocean (Yang) spirits to symbolize balance. Yin (Moon spirit) is like the subconscious mind, it's quiet, internal, and creative. Yang (Ocean spirit) can be seen as the conscious mind, it's active, external, and logical.

Just like in Neville Goddard's teachings, both aspects need to work together for balance. In the show, when the Moon spirit is killed, chaos ensues because the balance is disrupted. It's only when the Moon spirit is revived that harmony is restored. This is similar to how our subconscious (inner self) and conscious (outer self) minds need to work together to achieve our desires as we want to experience both of the worlds as they work in unison.

Astral realm and the sprit world

Atla and lok also talks about a spirit world. This is like another dimension filled with spirits and mystical beings. It's similar to what we call the 'astral realm' - so a space beyond the physical world where our consciousness can go. Also Jinora, a character in "The Legend of Korra," has a unique spiritual ability that allows her to astral project. So she can separate her spirit from her physical body and traverse both the physical and spiritual worlds in her spiritual form.

Jinora displays astral projection abilities multiple times. For instance, in Season 2, she uses this skill to guide Korra, who is lost in the spirit world, she also uses it to find and save Kai in seasons 3. Her astral form appears as a glowing butterfly-like spirit, and she used it multiple times to lead her friends to safety.

The Void state

In lok a character named Zaheer learns to fly. He was put in jail for trying to kidnap the Avatar. But he obviously didn't waste time while in jail. Instead, he used it to meditate and try to reach enlightenment. He does this by entering a 'void' state when he meditates. He lets go of all his earthly attachments and desires, and this makes him weightless. His ability to fly is deeply intertwined with his spiritual beliefs and his interpretation of the teachings of Guru Laghima, an ancient Air Nomad.

In the show Guru Laghima, who lived 4,000 years before Zaheer's time, was the first airbender known to have unlocked the ability to fly. According to his teachings, one could achieve flight by "entering the void" - which meant letting go of all earthly attachments and desires to attain true freedom. When his gf dies This emotional event helps him truly let go of his last earthly tether, thus allowing him to "enter the void" and unlock the ability to fly.

Reincarnation and the avatar cycle

I knew the shows were probably based of real life because I’ve seen aot nomad clothing, and I know monks are very closely reflected onto the show but really every aspect rings true and is similar to beliefs in Buddhism. This is especially true when looking at the Dalai Lama, who is a spiritual leader in Tibetan Buddhism.

People believe that the Dalai Lama is a new version of Avalokiteśvara or Chenrezig, who is known as the Bodhisattva of Compassion. When a Dalai Lama dies, it's believed he comes back to life in a new person. Then, high-ranking lamas look for signs to find this person.

This is like the cycle of the Avatar. When an Avatar dies, they come back to life in a new person from the next nation in a set order (Air, Water, Earth, Fire). The new Avatar is found using different tests, which is much like how the new Dalai Lama is found.

But there are some differences. For example, the Avatar can remember their past lives, but the Dalai Lama usually doesn't say they remember theirs. Also, the Avatar is special because they can control all four elements, which is a fantasy idea and doesn't have a real-life counterpart in Buddhism.

I was researching my a specific Lama and his story was a reflection of Korra’s character. It's interesting to note that both the Dalai Lama and Korra knew from a young age that they were special. In the show, Korra knew she was the Avatar when she was very young. Similarly, the Dalai Lama also recognized his identity at a young age.

Honestly, it's just a really good show to watch. I probably even missed some elements from the show bc I’m more concerned about watching it than learning something. But I love both ATLA and LOK and I've even shifted to LOK and will shift to ATLA as well! I really suggest watching its so good y’all. Byeee

#law of assumption #void

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unlikelyjapan · 10 months

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Full disclosure: I wasn't a Syd/Carmy shipper until two weeks ago. Hell, I don't think I've ever been a shipper of anything up until this moment - but I've been happily married to my slow-burn best friend for eons, so this all struck a deep, nostalgic chord for me. Consider this post my coming-out party:

This whole thing came about from that well-worn Freud quote that "friendship is the art of distance while love is the art of intimacy" that I recalled from a crude psychology class.

From the most shallow, birds-eye POV, Carmy achieved intimacy with Claire (while maintaining distance/friendship with Syd) by disclosing details of his family situation, his panic attacks, expressing romantic affection, and establishing physical intimacy with someone.

He even seemed more eager to relay and express these experiences to his friends (see the cannoli conversation with Syd and Marcus) as he went deeper into the relationship. From this perspective, I empathize with people when they say they see his relationship with Claire as real personal growth, followed by a steep regression.

Claire seems to pantomime someone who is secure, but is actually pretty anxious in matters of the heart - the idealized projections she places on Carmy based on her proximity to him a decade ago, her unwillingness to walk away from the red flag of the 'wrong number' fiasco, and her unrelenting insistence to know why he tried to dodge her in the first place. I'll say nothing of the constant placating.

Claire is a sort of a faux 'sword of destiny' for Carmy - he yearned for her attention in his youth, it was loudly proclaimed to be "the good thing" by his abusive family, and so it's the only logical choice in Carmy's mind once he's beaten over the head with it for the umpteenth time - it's the love chosen for him by his family and his past self before he pieced together ways to partially escape, it's fatalism, it's the end of the weary search for "fun" and happiness.

He's never truly happy or having "fun" (as he doesn't know how to define that in his mind - that's why we're tortured with 5 grueling minutes of Logan), but he feels cared for and is going through the motions of being "that guy who is fun and in love".

Love even had to be defined for him by his inherited family friend/handyman who he didn't even know was his "best friend" until Claire relayed it to him - he blindingly accepted both assertions from Fak, falling back into his family's narrative that he can't survive or be normal without their collective help.

By contrast, Sydney is probably the first thing Carmy has ever chosen for himself without outside influence from family or employers. She was his first hired employee, his first true friend who wasn't a blood relative, and probably the first person he feels mirrors his passions without a need to compete with her over them.

Sydney is a choice - she is happiness (in whatever shape or form that you choose to define it, it can be aromantic if you'd like) that Carmy found all by himself, without the narrative being driven by outside influences. They have fun together on their own frequency, but Carmy's black-and-white thinking can't recognize it for what it is - he's still reaching for a sense of "fun" that was repeatedly sold to him as his family tried to push him along the path of normalcy (an impossible feat for a Berzatto).

Syd and Carmy share a brand of maternal grief/strife and a profound love of service that breeds a slow intimacy. By saying "you deserve my full focus" Carmen is saying that Sydney's happiness is more important than his own, which can sound abysmal in type, but is also a natural pre-req for love when given willingly - which I think he is giving willingly for her, just not willingly for the anxiety and minutiae that comes with actually running a fine dining restaurant. He needs someone he can have absolute trust in to hold his hand through that part.

That's why he could only create The Bear with her, and why he says he wouldn't want to do it without her.

They're both fearful and avoidant, which is a fatally-wounding powder keg if they were to connect this instant, but with ever-growing intimacy and self-work (which Claire - however insufferable her dialogue - probably planted seedlings in with Carmy, and his openness and absolute trust in Sydney could drive her towards, too) their coming together could heal many of their longstanding wounds.

This was more of a meandering walk than I hoped, but I think it all comes down to actively choosing happiness vs. passively chosen happiness - Sydney is the first thing Carmy has ever chosen for himself, and we were beaten over the head with depictions of how much he cherishes that agency and Syd this season. I really hope S3 is a big mess of mirroring and sharing for them.

#the bear fx #the bear season 2 #the bear spoilers #the bear #syd x carmy #sydcarmy #carmy berzatto #carmy x claire #carmy x sydney #chefs kiss

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 4 months

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Lilia, Epel: Blessing Givers, Curse Breaker

Lilia’s vignettes continue to be gold! He “humble” brags about how his voice is great, he’s sooo adorable, and such an ikemen… (Apparently he realized he was cute because people would give him free stuff and help on his travels and when he first came to NRC!) Best part was definitely when Lilia described cooking for his dorm members and they were “so touched” that they bowed their heads, covered their faces, and/or cried 💀 NOT THEM PUTTING A PICTURE OF MALEFICENT DRAGON FORM ON LILIA'S BIRTHDAY CARD… His vignettes also mention having the strength to overcome “a curse” 😭 Cruel reminders of the tragedy that unfolded in his past, and bis unfulfilled search for a cure for Silver... TWST devs, you sickos/j

A Tale as Old as Time.

Three fairies crowded around a cradle, its curtained hood up to obscure the infant within. Green, pink, blue—each was dressed in a particular color. They glanced at the baby and at each other, mouths agape to discuss their blessings.

Safeguarded within the platinum frame was a celebration of life and a future yet to be told. The fragile start of a brand new story.

Lilia wanted to protect it himself.

“Looks like some fancy shindig.” The remark came from Epel, who gazed upon the same painting. "Erm... I mean, party. That is what it is, right...?"

"They've come to bestow gifts upon a newborn princess. Royal affairs can be a bit stiff, I'm afraid. Can't even show up to one without an invitation! Some hosts are just sticklers for tradition and protocol."

"Oh, I got it!" Epel visibly perked, cheeks appling with pink. "It's a different kind of gathering. Back home in Harveston, they're a lot more informal. Family and all the neighbors coming by with plates of warm food, a makeshift band and folks dancing, catching up by the fire... It's so lively."

Lilia’s lip curled, the corners lifting into a slight smile. "It's good to know that your hometown hasn't lost its charm."

"You've visited before?"

"Once, long ago," the ancient fae chuckled, "when I was still a stubborn and stony-faced youth. The people of Harveston opened their hearts and offered hospitality. From what you've told me, it's clear that the very same spirit from then persists to this day."

"Gosh, really?" Epel puffed up at that, as though he were a peacock flaunting his feathers. "Hehe, wellll, Harveston does have a way of makin' ya feel cozy and right at home, even if yer far away from it!"

"That it does." Lilia's eyes traced the wall of artwork before him. The colors, shapes, and textures. "Twisted Wonderland is so vast and diverse. I've traveled far and wide, experienced a great deal of cultures, yet I always find myself anchored to that one special place called home. There is no comfort like it."

There’s no place like home.

A twinge pulsated in his chest. The pain, marring the nostalgic warmth he bathed in. Lilia did not let it show—not to his underclassman, not this child that stared at him with such eagerness.

He swallowed.

“How do you celebrate in Briar Valley?” Epel asked. “Can you tell me about your traditions too?”

“Kufufu. You’re keen on learning, I see.”

“I didn’t always. I’m sure if you asked Vil, he’d give you a mouthful about how ‘uppity’ and ‘full of myself’ I was at first.” Epel groaned at the thought of another lecture from his dorm leader. “… But recently, I’ve been thinkin’ it’s not too bad to hear about how others experience everything.

“Meemaw—my grandma—goes to the city to sell our farm’s produce. She has to switch up how she talks to speak to the locals. I noticed our mayor too, when he talks to tourists. So learning about new people and cultures can’t be a bad thing.”

Epel’s eyes were wide, sparkling with wanderlust. Wistful and longing for the world that awaited him.

Perhaps Lilia had worn the same expression before, at the moment of his epiphany. When had he realized it? When the elderly couple had draped a blanket over him, when they shared a meal, when they spun him the stories of their lives, or when he sat at the cradle and relived those times to a still dormant Malleus?

The warmth in him expanded, like a gulp of soup trickling down his throat, then splashing in his stomach. It had been a humble broth of vegetables, and yet it satisfied him down to the last drop.

“We’re really not so different,” Lilia explained with a grin. “Food and friends are all you need to have a good time wherever you are.

“However, if you are particularly fortunate, you just may have a guardian fairy descend and give you blessings as well.” He indicated the painting of the three fairies hovering over a cradle. “Like so. I believe this infant was gifted with song, beauty, and…”

“Song and beauty?!” Epel’s expression crinkled. “Who decided on those, the parents?”

“The guardian fairies themselves. They choose what they believe will bring the blessed child happiness.”

“They could’ve given the kid something more…” Epel vaguely waved a hand. “I don’t know, useful? Why not strength so they won’t lose any fights? I’d be happy with some more muscle of my own…”

Lilia laughed, soft and low like a midnight whisper. “Why not indeed.”

Because time steals away everything eventually, hissed a voice in his head. The truth, bare and bitter.

The edges of Lilia’s vision quivered. A memory resurfaced—blink, and he saw himself in the frame, his long shadow cast over the crib. Blink, and that was Silver nestled in the fabric. Blink, and the castle was abandoned and covered in thorns.

A fairy robbing a crib of its cursed child.

“Strength is good to have,” Lilia said slowly, “but it will not last forever. Not many things do.”

Still… If I could have one wish, it would be…

The only force able to break the spell set upon Silver. The one feeling he was certain he was incapable of. A love so pure and honest, it was known to be true.

Something he wasn’t worthy of.

True love.

Not him. Not the grimy, low-born bat of a dubious past—as his most unkind of thoughts would insist.

He was the same as them. He had condemned Silver to walking in the night, had made the decision for him. The instant his hair had turned from pale sunshine to the moonlight of his namesake, it was too late to unwind the clock.

Which had he cast—blessing or curse?

The longer he looked at the painting, the more mocking the gentle, rounded faces of the guardian fairies seemed to become. Guiltless, oblivious beings, they were.

They would never know of his plight.

Lilia scoffed. “If the fairies wanted the child to be happy, they should have granted them that strength.”

That which was impossible for him.

"The power to overcome a curse.”

"... The power to overcome a curse, huh?" Epel quietly mused. "Not even Vil-senpai has that kind of strength--and his unique magic is to cast curses! Until the conditions are fulfilled, it can't be broken."

"That's the trouble with curses," Lilia agreed. "They're finicky, depending on how they're woven. Some may even last a lifetime without ever being lifted. Others may spend their own lives seeking out cures."

The story of his life. He was always searching for something, something, something. Lost friends, how to hatch a dragon's egg, true love to dispel drowsiness.

Now, a happy ending.

Lilia released a sigh through his nose.

If only.

"Well, if magic can't make that wish come true... we'll just have to make it a reality ourselves, won't we?"

#twst #twisted wonderland #Lilia Vanrouge #twst imagines #twst scenarios #Epel Felmier #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #spoilers #something no one asked for #Lilia birthday takeover #the title is a reference to an Equestria Girls song www

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4ln-stay8 · 5 months

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Disney movie marathon

>summary: its a cold day and you and Lando have a disney movie marathon

>author’s note: I was watching some disney movies and I thought it would be a cute idea

>warnings: fluff, cute nicknames

It was a cold day today. You and Lando, your lovely boyfriend enjoyed the winter break in the comfort of your shared apartment. You missed him so much during all those times of the year when he was away and you just couldn't join him.

As the weather outside was perfect for a lazy day inside, cuddled in bed with a good movie playing, you thought about asking Lando to join you for a movie marathon.

"Babe, do you have plans today?" you softly asked your boyfriend

"Not really love, I was thinking of streaming a little today but I don't know, why you asking?" said Lando raising his eyes from his phone

"I was thinking, maybe you would like to join me for a Disney movie marathon?" You asked shyly

Lando grinned as he watched you. "A Disney marathon, seriously babe?" he chuckled, teasing you.

You shot him a playful glare. "What's wrong with reliving some childhood magic? Plus, Disney movies are timeless!"

Lando raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips. "How old are you again?"

You huffed, feigning annoyance. "Age is just a number, Lando. You're never too old for Disney magic."

He couldn't contain his laughter, prompting you to pout. "Fine, laugh all you want. You can go do something else if you don't want to join." You said leaving him alone in the living room.

Undeterred, you retreated to your bedroom, determined to start the marathon alone. As you scrolled through the movie options, Lando felt a pang of guilt. Realizing he might have hurt your feelings, he decided to make amends.

Entering the room with a tray of snacks and drinks, Lando wore a mischievous grin. "So, what are we watching first?"

You looked up, surprised. "You're joining?"

He nodded, handing you a bowl of popcorn. "Wouldn't miss it for the world. Now, what's our first movie?"

"I was thinking about starting with The Beauty and the Beast." you said grinning at him and kissing his cheek.

"The Beauty and the Beast it is then" said Lando making himself comfortable, pulling you closer to him.

As the movie began, you couldn't resist the urge to sing along with the characters. Your voice, filled with passion and joy, echoed through the room, captivating Lando's attention. He sat there, stunned and amused, watching the animated expressions on your face as you belted out every lyric flawlessly.

Lando couldn't help but tease you, a playful grin forming on his face. "Well, aren't you the Disney maestro? Didn't know I was dating a singing sensation." he said trying to contain his laughter

You laughed, your eyes sparkling with delight. "What can I say? Disney songs are irresistible. Don't act like you're not secretly enjoying it." you said giving him a big smile

Lando winked, playfully nudging you. "Maybe a little. But you, my love, are stealing the show. I didn't know I signed up for a private concert."

Throughout the movie, you exchanged banter, sharing laughter and commentary on the characters and plot. You occasionally stole glances at Lando, reveling in the shared experience. As the credits rolled, you turned to him, a mischievous twinkle in your eyes.

"So, what did you think of my musical performance babe?" you asked, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

Lando chuckled, pulling you even closer. "I must admit love, it was quite the show. Maybe we should have a Disney karaoke night sometime."

You grinned, leaning in for a sweet kiss. "Deal. But only if you promise not to make fun of my singing too much."

As you cuddled on the bed, the room still filled with animated characters and nostalgic tunes you couldn't be more happier. Between movies, you shared stories of your favorite childhood memories and debated which Disney character you related to the most.

"Admit it babe, you're secretly a Disney fan," you teased, nudging Lando.

He smirked. "Maybe I am. Only because you make it look so much fun."

The marathon continued late into the night, with both of you immersed in the magic of Disney. Lando couldn't believe how much he was enjoying himself, realizing that age was indeed just a number when it came to reliving childhood joy with someone you cared about.

As the credits rolled on the final movie, you yawned, feeling a sense of contentment. Lando wrapped his arm around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Thanks for showing me that Disney magic doesn't have an age limit."

You smiled sleepily. "Anytime, my love. Now, let's get some rest and dream of fairy tales."

“I don’t need to dream fairy tales, I’m already living in one with you!” he said softly giving you a kiss

“I love you so much!” you said kissing him again

“I love you more!” he said kissing your forehead

You got more comfortable in bed, holding each other tight, grateful for the shared laughter, snacks, and a newfound appreciation for the timeless enchantment of Disney movies.

Even if Lando disagreed at first you knew that he really enjoyed the movie marathon. Maybe he just enjoyed the time he spent with you and maybe he enjoyed the movies as well, but he definitely enjoyed the memories he made with you today.

#lando norris #ln4 #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris fic #lando norris x female reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris one shot #lando norris fanfic #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 fic #formula 1 x y/n #formula 1 x you #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 #formula one

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mymreaderlibrary · 5 months

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Could always go for some old man yaoi between Price and an older veteran reader so here are some ramblings.

[Old friends, pre relationship, yearning, beard buddies, ramblings/ no coherency].

[Length: 739 words]

The 141's mission calls for a specialization that they don't meet (at least not well enough to risk failure), but what would you know Price has an old buddy who can help. The thing is he's a veteran who's not all that interested in exiting his retirement especially considering he lost a limb. However he's not one to abandon those in need and with a little convincing he decides to assist, offering his expertise mostly off of the field.

In their downtime y/n and Price get to catch up and spend some time together over drinks. It's been a while since they've seen each other considering how differently they now lead their lives. Y/n is embarrassed to admit he's already getting grey hairs as Price questions his brutally short buzzcut. He never used to cut his hair like that even in his younger years. Price jokes that he's disappointed that y/n is trying to hide his new silver fox look. Y/n says he'll get to see it when it starts growing into his beard. Maybe it's the alcohol but the teasing lingers in both of their minds, feeling more sincere than joking.

Even if they've spent a lot of time apart there's still things they know about each other by heart. Particularly how apprehensive y/n is to being assisted with anything. There's no fragility allowed as he'd rather grin and bare it than accept help, especially with his new(ish) disability. Price doesn't speak on the matter, but he does get frustrated at the other man's stubbornness, a subtle crinkle to his eye as he watches his friend struggle.

Speaking of stubbornness, the 141 get to "enjoy" having two hardheaded older men on the same team. Double the scolding and double the exasperated sighing, somehow it's like being together has combined them into the ultimate grumpy old man. Laswell wouldn't admit it but once their voices start to layer over each other she tunes them out. They're gonna be going in circles for a while and it's near impossible to stop them. It would be almost comedic if it didn't happen all the damn time. ( Worst of all is that most of their arguments are them agreeing on something, but thinking the other misunderstood due to how they phrased their response).

Night times are often nostalgic, neither of them are heavy sleepers so if one wakes up so does the other. They try to get as much sleep in when they can, but if they feel like reminiscing over times long gone then who's to stop them. Stories about Price's younger years in training and y/n's experience with that one damn drill instructor who seemed to hate his guts. Stories about how shitty their first long range shots were and how they could barely even hit the target. Stories about all the times they found themselves in some form of trouble be it on the field or in base. Y/n remembers the time they had to share one shitty cot that they almost punched each other over. Price remembers when they were stuck in a tundra for over a month and were so excited to have a hot shower again they just went at the same time. Neither of them mention how much they actually enjoyed that closeness and how both of them were too cowardly to initiate anything. But they do mention the day they got split up, sent to entirely different countries. Y/n admits to being disappointed he hadn't gotten the chance to say goodbye... Price says he's glad they didn't, sometimes goodbye's like those are bad luck.

They take a moment to look at each other, see scars old and new, wrinkles forming in places that used to be so smooth. Price can't help but look at y/n's eyes, seeing that familiar color that never seemed to fade despite all its seen. He thinks back to that warm shower over a decade ago and how they looked then too. The steam that rose from y/n's chest, the subtle brush of skin they shared as they tried to dance around each other. He remembers that expectation of something more that never came.

They squeeze each other's hands, but the moment passes in silence and neither of them move. Eventually they break eye contact and drift back to sleep.

It seems even now they’re still too cowardly.

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a-d-nox · 8 months

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what's a mercury return?

did you know that you can check more than just your sun's return? any time a planet transits and becomes exactly conjunct your planet (it is in the exact sign and degree it was when you were born), you undergo a planetary return. mars returns happen roughly every 2 years (unless there is a retrograde too). my mercury return is coming up this october, so i thought once more let's continue breaking these down.

but what can a mercury return chart show you?

what your communication style will be like this cycle, what your voice is like, how your thinking changes, your health changes, perspective changes, your writing style or endeavors, social media trends (your online status), short trips you could be taking, your mannerisms and how they change, your mode of transportation / transportation woes, how sound your reasoning is, what you might be prone/apt to forget, gossip you partake in or that is spread about you, and/or how you have best make your daily routines work for you.

sun

egotistical thinking or remarks you make (or are made against you), what makes your voice/writing yours, how healthy you feel, how perceptive you are, what's said about you, how respected your words are / your ability to advise and lead, creative thinking, paise you give and get from others, mode of transportation, ego development, your dignity, social consciousness, positivity you spread, and/or self-expression.

moon

emotional thinking, interactions with your mother / motherly figure, emotional responses to your experiences, instincts to clapback, how you care for your intrusive thoughts, your social comfort zone, how emotional supportive you are this cycle, how you adapt in a social setting, communication habits, and/or comfortability in a social setting.

mercury

how efficiently you communicate, how your mind works, health (woes and otherwise), perception of the world around / how much you notice, writing abilities, social media following or drama, your relationship with your phone, short trips you take, how you get from one place to another, how reasonable you are, how you change, what you might forget, gossip you are involved in (what you participate in and what is said about you), reading habits, and how your daily routine changes.

venus

how you express your love for others, who you find attractive attraction, romantic gestures you make, what you perceive as beauty/beautiful, your ability to express sympathy/empathy for those around, what brings you happiness/joy/pleasure in your day to day life, artistic expression/endeavors, how kind you are to yourself (important for mental health), sentimental/nostalgic thoughts you, ability to reach a compromise with others, your ability to share your thoughts and ideas, what entertains you day to day, what you values, sponsorship, how cheerful you sound, and/or whether/where you are lazy in your routine.

mars

how you express what you are passionate about, self-confidence, ambitious thoughts/ideas, sexual thoughts/ideas, aggressive expressions/thoughts, how you express desire(s), competitive thinking, impulsive responses, how courageous you sound to others, tasks you must take care of in your routine, how you assert your thoughts, social activities, how much energy you have to do what must be done, and/of how enthusiastic you sound.

jupiter

accolades for your academic/written achievements, wealth/expansion of knowledge, success related to education/health/routine, opportunity to learn more, social popularity, where you are brutally honest with others, wisdom you share, ease brought by routines you form, philosophical beliefs and knowledge, optimistic frame of mind, religious knowledge gained, your thoughts on justice / the law, new topics you explore, profitable ideas, your dedication to your studies, and/or mental growth.

saturn

social/health/educational challenges, struggles with mental health, interactions with your father / fatherly figure, social/health anxiety, guilt surrounding the things you say/think, educational delays or delays in you commute, what you learn that will serve you life long, thoughts on aging/time, limitations in your schedule/routine, discipline when maintaining your routine, reminiscing about the past, health deficiencies, practicalities in your routine, efforts to be healthier or get out there in the social realm, mental endurance / ability to persevere hard times, how mature you are when talking with others, and/or grudges you hold against others / actions and words that live rent free in your mind.

uranus

socializing with others, use of technology / social media, surprises/spontaneous gatherings / social interactions, unique conversations, ups and downs in your social reputation, rebellion against others, independent/original thoughts/ideas, what you do in your free time, shocking gossip said about you or what you say about others, chaos in your social realm, and/or fans/followers on social media.

neptune

how kind you are / kind gestures you make, how compassionate you are, creative ideas, your social sensitivity, isolation for others, intuitive thoughts, secrets you have/keep, dreams/imaginative thinking, deception/lies you tell others, delusional thinking, where you lack perception or "hallucinate" (you think you saw something but it's inaccurate or didn't happen at all), trends of confusion in conversations, spiritual exploration, what inspires your new ideas/thoughts/beliefs, and/or what fascinates/captivates your thoughts.

pluto

how your health / social life / mode of transportation changes, what you hold social power, sexual thoughts, destructive thoughts, how you change your routine or what you change in your routine, intense conversations, social magnetism, obsession thoughts, how you manipulate others or how others manipulate you, health of your sexual organs, and/or what you remove from you day to day life.

1h/asc

how identifiable your voice is, how you can make your voice / writing / social media stand out, a majority of first reactions to what you say / how you appear online, how enthusiastic / optimistic you sound, how your mouth/hand appear, how confident you sound, beginnings to the stories you tell, and/or how you initiate conversations with others.

how much you spend on knowledge / time spent talking / writing / on social media, your ability to store/remember knowledge gained, what you do with that knowledge, your ability to profit off of what you know, sponsorships, self-confidence in what you say / write / how you appear online, and/or how your singing voice develops.

how/who you communicate (with), how your speaking voice sounds, how people interpret your writing, how your mind works, your ability to perceive things in the world around you, how your opinions have changed, thoughts/ideas you are conscious of, what you think about your siblings, interactions with your siblings, gossip you take part in, what you like reading during this time period, how you get from only place to another, what you post/view on social media, how much you use your phone, who you visit often, chance of publishing your writing, and/or short trips you take.

4h/ic

how you communicate with family, how you treat your inner child, emotional thoughts/writing, foundations, heredity health issues that arise, traditions / following a ritual, moving locally, and/or your perceived femininity / what you view as feminine.

how you act around children / childish people, childish thoughts you have, creative thoughts/writing, dramatic interactions, risky thoughts/communication, what you say when all eyes/attention is (are) on you, how you and your love interest communicate, local trips/vacations, mental games you play, and/or speculative thinking.

your ideal routine, how you take care of your health, health issues, what you think you are obligated to do, thoughts on how you can improve yourself, innocent thoughts/communication, peoples responses/reactions to what you do for them, what you think of your co-workers, and/or analytical thinking.

7h/dsc

how you communicate about and in long term relationships, thoughts on marriage, how you communicate your concern for others, how you deal with conflicts verbally, how well you work in a group setting, how carefully you (should) read contracts, how your open enemies on social media or in life communicate their dislike/hatred for you, how capable you are at negotiating your terms and conditions, how you keep the peace and harmony amongst others, and/or your ability to share your thoughts.

social transformation/change, sexy talk, thoughts on death, what thoughts you are often stuck thinking about, ideas that you reproduce, how you combine ideas, taboos thoughts/ideas, secrets you keep to yourself, mysterious conversations you have, magical hobbies/rituals your preform, your connection with you therapist or the shadow work you do on your own, thoughts on surgery/operations, and/or trauma thoughts/memories.

wise thought and wisdom you share with others, religious practices/rituals you typically do, philosophical thoughts, pursuit of higher education, your ability to see things from other peoples perspective, languages you learn, how you communicate with your in-laws, ethical thinking, long road/train trips across country, what your social media is like, what you watch on television, how you communicate with your grandparents, and/or what new things you learn.

10h/mc

how you communicate in a career/professional setting setting, your social status, your reputation online / social reputation, your social media fame, long-term health/education goals, social responsibilities, the authority in your voice, and/or where you are gaining expert level knowing.

11h

what you think of your friends, how social you are in a friend group, social media gains, money made from career, social desires for recognition, your communication with step-parents, your communication with step/half siblings, how your thinking is unique, your use of technology, social awareness of other thoughts/ideas, social ideals, political expression via verbal techniques, how well you social network, how you make your debut into the literary/academic world, and/or your willingness to be in the party/social scene.

12h

healing mental health issues, what hidden knowledge you uncover, social karma, your thoughts on old age, how well you sleep / how well rested you feel, social solitude/isolation, the types of dreams you remember, what your hidden enemies are saying about you, your delusional thinking, social/health fears that you have, what you are reading to escape reality, how you withdraw socially, social media privacy, where your knowledge is limited, subconscious thoughts, the type of thinking that causes your self-undoing, and/or passive thinking.

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lizaluvsthis · 4 months

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Accidental Kiss - (Christmas Eve)

fic - and art (forgive me I'm bad at writing fics)

(Thanking @shygirl4991 for doing an episode fic remake called "Mistletoe Wars" !)

Everyone was really hoping for a mistletoe T.T well that didn't happen. A promise is a promise!

It's winter season, and the crew members had enjoyed the nostalgic feeling of snow. But since they've never get to experience what snow felt before. Now it's a good chance to go out there and have some fun!

-this fic contains language and some sensitive stuff (NOT the one you're thinking about-)

The crunch of snow beneath their feet sounds as they all walked around, the crew looked outside in excitement.

"Woahh its a very nice and cold snowy night!" Boopkins was the first to start as he picked up some snow from the ground and tried making a snowman. "Alright everyone! You can do whatever you want here, make some snowmans, ice skate or whatever types of games you want to play like snowballs. It's up to all of you!" Smg4 announced.

Mario commented same as Meggy

"Mario's gonna make good big snowman!"

"I'm gonna make the tallest snowman!"

The two never expected to have the same idea, and looked at each other. Meggy smirked and Mario also thought about the same idea. "Hey mario you thinking what I'm thinking? Lets start making out big snowman and beat them!" Meggy whispered.

Mario salutes in order to follow Meggy "yes boss!"

Tari is making a cute-duck snow while Saiko tried building her own snowman, which it failed due to her unexperience of snow. Tari comforted Saiko by patting her head.

Meanwhile Smg3 is making his own Snowman Statue of EggDog, enjoying some quiet and peace. "Bark!" Eggdog called. "Hey there Eggdog!" Three picks him up to make him see the full view of the snow statue he made.

"I built this just for my cute little egg! Who's a cute lil dog? Yes you are!" Smg3 rubs eggdog's stomach and pets him, playing dearfully from his lovable pup.

Three puts eggdog down and puts eggdog's mini-sized hat on top of it. "Bark!" He jumps in excitement.

"Hehehe... I bet my statue is more better than those losers-" Three's words were cut off right when he felt a snowball hit his back.

"Hey! Whats the big ide-" Smg3 thinking it would be some of Four's friends that three would like to call- "idiots" he turns around annoyed.

"Hahaha! -Gotcha now Mar- huh?" Four expected Mario would be the person he hit, suprisingly it was three.

But to his suprise it wasn't Smg4's idiots who've hit his back. It was Smg4 himself. "Oh. You."

Three rolled his eyes, just seeing Smg4 right infront of him makes his skin boil. For any other reasons this is just probably him getting "angry" again.

"Oh- uh- sorry about that Smg3 I didn't know it was you. Me, Bob, Mario, and Meggy are playing snowball fight. If theres a possible chance I thought it'd be fun too for you to joi-" Three wasn't having this, he doesn't NEED a childish game to waste his time on.

"No thanks" "aww cmon! Why not?" Four walks closer to Three as his eyes darts down to the ground, aware that Four might've noticed. But he didn't.

"B-because it's pointless, on such a stupid game you guys had to pick that sh-t of a junk. Wow." His response were cold to Four, receiving those messages. Four felt bad to his friend.

Smg3 flinched as soon as Smg4 puts his right hand from his shoulder, this startled him. "Dude, you definitely have to join us- besides you've barely enjoyed christmas from these past few years. How about giving it a go?"

Smg3 stayed silent, not even facing his ex-rival. "It's christmas. We all deserve to have some fun! Even you..." even if Three didn't look at him, he knew that four was giving that "look".

Those blue eyes that matched from the color of the nightsky, gazing upon the color of wine. The color of blood that gave the matching of purple when theh meet. Purple butterflies form, starting to surround them with this tension.

This made three felt sick from his guts.

Three knows. He knew how much of a coward and a b-tch he was for admitting Smg4 was his friend, how else could he say no? They almost died. He. Almost died.

"But I understand you now. You're really scared, aren't you?

You're scared you could lose it all at any time.

But I've met your friends man.

No matter what you make, they...

WE... will always be here to have fun and laugh together"

Three could barely even remembered what he told him back on the castle, does he really meant all of the things he said to Four?

Is this also the main reason why four has felt sympathetic towards him? He wasn't sure.

Sure they made good laughs, they've been enemies for so long and now that the two had went through lots of stuff. The two had developed something that they were never sure about it yet.

Love.

"I still remember what you said..." four decided to break the long distant of silence. This lit up three's eyes, he wanted to say something... anything at all... but he kept it close, wanting to hear what his friend has to say.

"You remember when I was stuck and possessed by a goddamn keyboard from that old castle...?" It was four's turn to look down and face his hands, twiddling his thumbs.

Three didn't respond but just stood there, waiting the following words as he listened.

"I never thought I could say this to anyone else just to you... I... heard you reaching out on me... I know its all classic and cheesy but in all seriousness... did you meant all of that...?" Smg3 took a step back.

"I know its been a few months since we never talked about what happened there, with all of the monster attack and sh-t" "I did."

Three turned to look at Smg4 with his eyes locked onto his. "I did meant it, I meant everything what I've said. You were the onl- the reason why you're having so much fun with your friends. I told you all of that because I admitted it."

But its not only just for their friendship...not only for his friends...

"But I understand you now..."

If three wouldn't be such a d!ck, then this wouldn't have happened. He wouldn't drive him insane nor putting everyone in danger.

You're an idiot Three...

...

How many years has it been ever since they called their truce? How many years did it came for three to wait? How many? He didn't answer.

Because on what other choice could he take? He'd been an enemy of Smg4 and always WILL be his enemy. Even tho he wanted to forget those days that he's tried to kill smg4 that never worked.

Smg4 was a superior, he was a star, a golden child, the big f-king attention from the top of the stairs to where everyone would admire. He is the Lord of Memes, and him? Three? Was the Lord of the Dead-Memes.

Smg4 had such an opportunity to do alot of stuff with posting his memes (creating memes or bunch)

Three was sure that four didn't have those affectionate feelings towards him, even tho he came out as bisexual. He wasn't even sure anymore if Four was still looking for a new partner that'll interest him.

Would he even like me back even after...?

Forgetting about this, smg4 could sense Three's feelings inside of him having the urge to blow. Sure they're both cosmically linked to each other. What about it?

What concerns Four is Three.

"You're not telling me anything else at all are you...?"

"Why the hell do I need to tell you everything? You completely RUINED me" ouch. (Touche...) said by four. But in other words, where could Three have been feeling this sentimental emotion from the other parts?

He can't do anything else but to do something.

"I forgive you" Smg4 closed his eyes smiling sadly at Three, wrapping his arms around his back. In a cold weather outside, Three could feel Four's chin resting on the back of his shoulder. Between the two's burning sensation from the body heat, Three didn't mind him at all.

After a few couple of minutes, Three breaks the hug four gave him and covered half of his face. (Not trying to feel embarrassed from this)

"Thats enough- I'm worried that your stupid idiots would've ended up seeing us both like- like this!" He crossed both of his arms and huffed. He could still feel Four's warm body press from his back. Turning red.

"Aww man- It was just starting to get comfortable! You sure you don't want that again?" "No! I'm never enjoying that sh!t ever its f-king gay" Four frowned at Three in a way that made him feel so bad, a way that made him feel soft around him. GOD HE HATED IT.

"You can do that after..." Smg3 sent Four to having butterflies by giving him a pleasant smile. Smg4 blushed, his heart beating and racing, his cheeks fumming out smoke. He panicked "oh boy haha- oh man is it- is it getting hot in here or maybe you are..." (SHIT.)

Cursed by four. Three raised an eyebrow in confusion. (Did he just FLIRT AT ME?!) the audacity. He had never heard smg4 flirt to him like that.

Wow. That was smooth as hell.

Three had enough of it. "WHY YOU..." he got to the ground and started making a snowball and throws it to Smg4's face.

"Don't you talk like that to me it's cheesy! I hate it!" (Lie)

Smg4 smirked "you sure~ cause I'm convinced that you're lying, I know you liked that~" he laughed. "You're still a tsundere three even after all of this" he wept a tear.

"N-NO I'M NOT A TSUNDERE YOU BAKA!!!" Smg3 starts throwing snowballs at Smg4. "Hey! Its not fair!" He tried covering himself in order to not get hit on the face by the snowballs.

"I'M NOT STOPPING BECAUSE YOU'RE BEING- A COMPLETE- IDIOT-" he heard something... something jiggling... on top of his head there was... a mistle toe...? He stopped for a second.

"Ran out of snowballs I see?" Smg4 noticed Three looking upwards, followed by Four's contact.

"Is that- supposed to be... a mistletoe?" Three and Four looked at each other "oh god..." "f-ck."

"I umm- I'm not sure about this... this is super f-king gay four well played but stop it-" "stop? What do you mean stop? I didn't place that there!"

"If you didn't then who?!" This is making him feel terrified. Three wanted to kiss Four ofcourse, he was too scared of what will happen after that. He might ruin his friendship with four and all and he didn't want that to happen because Smg4 is all that he even had, he ever needed, all that he wanted.

"I uhh... I have to go-" Smg3 started backing away not even turning, Smg4 looked at three upset. "Wait- Smg3!" Three accidentally slips from the ice on the floor, causing him to lose balance.

Four attempted on helping three's situation by approaching forward, immediately landing Three's lips to his.

A few seconds later, Smg3 pulled himself away in need of air. Wow. What an experience. "I-I- Smg4?" He opened his eyes to meet four's again.

"SH!T! WHAT HAVE I DONE?! NOW IT'S COMPLETELY RUINED!" Smg4 took a whole minute to proccess whatever happened back there. Damn. It took too long to realize- Three has best taste...

Wait. What the f-ck?

"Smg3 its o-" Four tried calming him down. "I COMPLETELY DID RUIN IT! I- SH!T DUDE! SH!T SH!T SH!T!!!" "Smg3-" "Everythings supposed to go how it always were..." "Three-" "I don't want you to see me as a friend I-" "You don't w-" "And I can't even admit this stuff BECAUSE I'M SCARED THAT I MIGHT LOSE YOU TOO!" "SMG3!!!"

Smg3 is filled with tears caught by Four's attention. "You're never going to lose me again..." "how can you be so sure?"

"Because of this." Smg4 smiled at him and gave his fated ex-enemy a second kiss, it lasted longer than the first one and boy to tell you something.

It was a dream come true.

Three didn't even pull away, but closes his eyes. Waiting for a next miracle...

-UMM END? IG?

NEXT PART (Purposely on Purpose)

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heartcereql · 10 months

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blue jeans

☆ neteyam sully x fem!na’vi! reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒- even now that your relationship has forever changed, neteyam can’t help his desires of a better life for the two of you.

𝐂𝐖 - minor angst, domestic, pregnancy themes, english is not my first language lol, aged up characters (like 20)

𝐀/𝐍 - classes are over omg (relieved and nostalgic at the same time)

mo’at knew way before the single thought of it even crossed your mind. the silent signals your body gave couldn’t have gone unnoticed by someone of her experience. mo’at had considered the idea of blatantly confronting you about it, but she decided to wait and observe. yet, seeing as you remained oblivious, she finally chose to tell you.

“isn’t this paste too thick?” you asked the elder woman. “i feel like i may not have added the adequate proportions”

mo’at sighed. again. your apparently new lack of concentration was stressing her out. and so, that was the last straw.

“that’s not important. come” she signaled for you to sit besides her. “do you really have no clue, ‘eveng?” (child)

“about what?” you looked mo’at in the eye. had you done something wrong? did this have something to do with-

“you are with a child”

oh. oh. that certainly explained the sudden morning nausea, the fatigue, and the late changes you had been experiencing.

the news were so out of the blue you couldn’t even react at first. after excruciatingly long instants, you tried to form a coherent sentence, or even a word.

“i- uh- i- em” nothing. while trying to elaborate something, you looked at mo’at for help, comfort, reassurance, you didn’t know. but she got ahold of your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

and, whether you wanted it or not, neteyam and you were afloat in this life-changing experience.

walking into the room, neteyam made your eyes burn with adoration. he fit you better than your favorite jewels. your face instantly illuminated by a smile as he walked over to you.

“hey” he greeted softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead and rubbing your growing belly, his touch fresh to your skin. “how are you two?”

“as good as an exhausted future mom and an exhausting future baby can be” you hummed “which is great. how was your day?”

as neteyam procceeded to talk about clan campaigns, you mentally sighed. he had been obsessing over a “better life” for his growing family, aiming to obtain more power.

you understood his perspective, and fully supported his projects and ambitions, but you feared the corruption power could bring. you knew love was mean, you knew love hurt. but you’d manage to see through the tears.

“y/n, it’s for the better.” neteyam said, lacing his fingers with yours. “c’mon, you’ll barely notice i’ve left, and when i come back, i’ll be able to offer the two people i love most a worthy life”

“we already have a worthy life.” you said. you didn’t want him to leave. his power obsession had only grown over the past weeks, and now he wanted to leave home? yeah you had your limits.

“the project is already in motion, i can’t stop it now. you know how hard i’ve worked”

“but we don’t need anything more. being here, together is what matters isn’t it?” you tugged at his hands. nothing. “isn’t it?” he looked away

“y/n it’ll be no longer than a month, i swear” now you were the one looking away.

“postpone it then. i’m sure you can do at least that.”

“the campaign is working too well, i can’t put a halt to it, i can’t just stop it”

“you can’t stop it? or are you too blinded with power to stop it?”

“it’s not like that, and you know that. but i’m leaving, that’s final, y/n”

you mustered up the courage to look at him.

“no, please. stay here”

“i can’t” he brought your hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to them. “i’m sorry” he mumbled.

days later, he and the crew were gone. you were left with a bitter feeling and a good deal of promises. you had told him you’d always be by his side, in hopes that would help you convince him, but it didn’t seem to stop him from leaving.

you stayed up waiting, anticipating his arrival, but he was too caught up chasing strenght. but, having all that time to yourself, you concluded that you wouldn’t let power get in between you both. you’d love him to the end of times. and you’d wait a million years for this project to be finished if that meant you could be together again. hoping he’d remember his promises, praying he’d remember.

inevitably, resentment started to grow. as did your belly. and neteyam hadn’t returned.

whether you wanted it or not, you had developed a routine in neteyam’s abscence. and some other things, too. the part of the crew who had stayed home tried to approach you at first. but you were hostile towards them. how could you not? they stole neteyam out of your life, after all.

though you’d be assaulted by intrusive thoughts, you remembered his promise. and yours. he would come back.

you weren’t able to perform many of the tasks you used to, because of your state, though you did as much as you could. as of now, you were picking some berries, tossing them in a net. the sounds of the forest and your own thoughts often engulfed you, plunging you into a daydream. nevertheless, you noticed the sudden rustling of leaves.

you turned around, hands holding a berry, trying to identify the source of the noise. you were about to turn around, dismissing the sound as wind, when something really convinced you not to.

the fruit dropped from your hands.

“neteyam?” you were in utter and complete shock. finally, you reacted “oh, thank eywa”

you ran to his side, arms embracing you, like they were made for doing so.

“it’s me, baby”

“so how’d everything work out?”

he looked away. you’d guess.

“well, i told you that no matter what you did, i’d be by your side, and i plan to stand by that” you pressed a kiss to his temple.

“forgive me, y/n. i told you i wanted more, but that wasn’t what i had in mind. amidst the corruption, i realised i wanted it like before”

“hey” you cupped his face, pecking his lips before looking into his eyes. every last dash of possible resentment disappeared for good. “i’ll love you till the end of times, remember?”

“yeah” he chuckled, looking back at your first months of pregnancy. “yeah, and believe me, there wasn’t a day where i didn’t think of you two”

his hands moved to trace patterns on your belly.

“‘m sorry, i really am”

“don’t, okay? you’re here now”

“i just missed you so unbelievably much”

“missed you too, mighty warrior. and he did too” you slyly slided mo’at’s most recent diagnosis about your child.

#avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #heartcereql #atwow x reader #atwow #neteyam x reader #avatar #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam x you

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kirbyskisses · 10 months

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jason todd x black!reader drabble

a gift i wrote for my bestie @gatlily. just some fluff because i had wash day yesterday. light use of aave (reader) and spanglish (latino!jason), mentions of jason’s rough upbringing.

wc: 760

you learn something new when jason offers to help with your hair.

when jason easily slicks styling cream through your bountiful curls of hair, his fingers work easily as if he was your mom or auntie or grandmother.

you admit to being hesitant to having him help you during wash day, but he remains remarkably – almost uncharacteristically – calm and gentle, taking in the smell of shea butter and coconut.

“how did you learn this?” you pipe up, genuinely curious. “i didn’t think bruce wayne or alfred would teach natural hair care as robin training.”

you tease and he shifts the hair tie he was holding between his lips, spinning it around another bundle of hair before answering you with a smirk.

“i wasn’t always robin, doll.” he lies back for a break, hands flexing so as not to cramp from the work of detangling thick coils and you too relax. you had been sat on the floor, cradled by a pillow between his legs, as if you were a little girl again. now, you scoot yourself up onto the couch beside him and rest the finished part of your hair against his shoulder with a sigh of content.

his arm snakes around and pulls you onto his lap. a life of hardship gave jason an almost unending hunger for touch; hunger which your soft body is always more than able to satiate. he hums with a hazy nostalgic look in his eyes as he cranes his head back to gaze at the ceiling.

“bruce found me on the street. before that i was in and out of juvy and group homes, y’know?” he clicks his tongue and your eyes soften. for a while it was rare for jason to talk about his past with bruce; talking about anything before that was downright mythological. you savored the sense of trust that came anytime he spoke to you about it.

“lots of kids had afros - and we had to help each other because there wasn’t nobody else around so i learned to twist and braid and loc it up….all that. and they’d share food or somethin’ to pay me back, ya tú sabes.” he stretches again. “plus i’d watch when the barbershops let me sweep up or break boxes - anything to get enough cash to get a meal.”

your response is just a simple “oh.” you’re happy that your boyfriend has a touching and useful skill set. but you’re nonetheless concerned and a little sad that it came from such a rough childhood experience.

jason seems unfazed but his forest-green eyes flicker back to you, picking up on your conflicted feelings.

“mamacita.~” he sings out, muscular arms wrapping around your shorter form and rocking you back and forth as if you weigh nothing.

jason lets out a pithy chuckle and sets you back off of his lap - standing and caging you against the couch with a playful expression.

“i darkened the mood, huh? can i get a smile? dame un sonrisa, gatita.” his grin widens, nose touching yours. you can only bite back a grin for so long before a laugh breaks through when his oiled hands move to tickle your sides.

“there it is!” he exclaim and your hands lightly try to push him away; it doesn’t work, of course, as the man is built like a tank. then, your hand strokes the white curls that stain his otherwise black hair and you chide.

“you mad goofy, jay.” there’s just a moment of happy silence before your smile turns down a bit. “i just get sad, knowing that you’ve been through all’at.”

jason takes a deep breath and straightens, one hand alone cupping most of your pretty face.

“morena. we’ve been over this. all that pain and bullshit got me to you. and you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. don’t feel any type of way about that, ¿me oyes?”

he feels your hesitance, shifting your chin back to his gaze before your eyes drift away; conveyance that he really isn’t playing around.

“hey. ya heard me?”

you nod softly, falling in love with him just a little bit more. “yeah. yeah, i gotchu.”

he smiles and slots his lips to yours softly, thumb stroking your cheek with each kiss before he breaks away to stand up.

“alright then. let’s get this lovely hair of yours all together. make my girl even more beautiful… not that i think that’s possible.” he winks down at you, faking a yelp when you chuck a pillow at him.

“you type corny, jason todd!”

“yeah and you love me for it, princesa.”

#latino jason todd #jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #red hood #requests #x reader #x black!reader #x black reader #x fem!reader #fluff

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tilldeathdoesmedirty · 4 months

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Another Day 1

Warnings: dub-con/non-con, age gap, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, emotional abuse, physical abuse, possibly other triggering events.

Characters: dark!Steve Rogers.

Summary: Be careful what you wish for, one day it could come true. And that might just be your savior in disguise, all it takes is a little bit of persuasion.

Interact on your own accord. You have been warned.

Any reblog, comment, feedback is well received and appreciated! Enjoy <3

Another week, another day, another hour. Every single time the same.

It’s like a torturous cycle that’s never ending. Like the universe is playing a cruel joke on you and you’re waiting for someone, anyone to come out with cameras and tell you that you’re on a reality TV show and this was just an experiment.

Or at least wishing that you were like the main character from The Truman Show and one day you would find a way out. But what a surprise. Life isn’t that simple.

You let out a sigh as you throw your head back, leaning in the hard chair at your dull job. You look up at the grey painted ceiling, forgetting about the cheap lightbulb that was ironically placed above you in the exact same spot you are seated in as the awful light shines on your face.

You immediately squint your eyes, reverting your gaze away from the light, regretting that you ever made the decision to look up, getting even more frustrated with the situation you found yourself in.

You swear internally as you get up from the chair while closing the laptop, yet another cheap object provided by your employer. Your job working at a sales agency never was much of an interest honestly but as long as you can afford your rent and groceries you could never complain that much.

As you went to take your coat, you look over at your coworker with a defeated smile on your face.

“Gonna go out for a bit, I need a break… Let me know if you need any help.”

He barely gives a nod in return, not even sparing a glance in your way, clearly his full attention being on whatever he was doing on his laptop.

You pay no mind to it though, already used to people not giving you much thought. You make your way toward the exit of the rather small and depressing building, grateful that you were placed on the ground floor instead of the third or fourth floor, obviously no elevator in sight.

Only stairs. A lot of them.

Your whole body shivers as you make contact with the cold weather, which probably was like three or four degrees outside. Your coat not doing much either as you look at the fog that was forming at every breath you took.

You wrap your arms around yourself in hope of making the cold more bearable as you look around, at nothing in particular, just observing people walking by, kids playing in the snow and couples holding hands.

It brought a smile to your face as you enjoy the crowded street, losing yourself in the noise and the nostalgic feeling it gives you. Remembering the old days where you were walking with your mom, just talking and laughing, without a care in the whole world.

Yet the bittersweet moment doesn't last for long as you are rudely awakened from your daydream. You feel a body crashing into yours. You quickly look up, startled by the sudden interaction. A man with blonde hair and blue eyes, obviously taller than you.

He looks down at you with an apologetic expression, giving you a sympathetic smile.

“So sorry sweetheart, in this crowd it’s too hard to see much of anything.” he gives a small chuckle.

You stare at him dumbfounded. He tilts his head as he waits patiently for your response, unfortunately you realize only after a few seconds what has happened. You straighten yourself.

“S-sorry, sir, I didn't mean to be rude,” you shake your head in embarrassment.

“And no, no problem at all!” You quickly add, cursing at how your voice went up a pitch.

He gives a small hum in return, still smiling, seeming as if he’s pleased with your reply.

“In this case, if you don’t mind me asking,” he looks around.

“I seem to be a bit lost, do you perhaps know where I can find Elite Sales?”

Your eyes go wide as you hear him call out the name of the company you work for, but quickly regain yourself. Of course he wouldn’t know where to find it. The goddamn company didn’t even think to at least put up a poster with the half assed, original name as they call it, on the damn building.

“Good thing you found me then,” you gave the man a smile.

“I work for the company, I can help you with whatever you’re looking to buy.” you say trying to be as polite as possible as you instinctively go into the customer service voice.

“Here is our, er, building.”

He took his time studying the building in question as you patiently wait for him to make a move. You watch him with curious eyes, they can't help but wander as you study every single detail. The way he's dressed… long heavy coat, turtleneck sweater which fits his upper body perfectly, showing how well built he is, classic straight slim suit pants and classic leather shoes which on their own probably cost more than what you make in a single month.

‘’I don’t mind the staring sweetheart… but I’m kind of in a hurry.’’

You snap back to reality as you realize how he probably saw you staring at him like an idiot. You feel so stupid and embarrassed, you don't even say anything back. You make your way inside the building, dreading the work that awaits you. Occasionally stealing glances at the man, making sure he is still following behind you. You see your only coworker present in the room, being as busy as ever, still not acknowledging you nor the customer.

‘’Right then, if you could kindly explain to me what exactly you’re looking for?’’ you say as you take a pen and notebook from your desk.

He lets out a sigh as he folds his arms ‘’Not entirely sure…’’

Your eye twitches just the tiniest bit. Not the first time you have to deal with customers like him.

‘’Sir, I can’t help you if you don’t give me at least an idea.’’ you say as your patience is starting to wear thin.

‘’Alright, alright,’’ he chuckles.

You give him a frown as you don’t find any of this funny, but he just brushes you off as he continues.

‘’Tell me sweetheart, how are your safety locks?’’ he looks at you with a serious expression.

You were taken aback by his sudden mood change. You blink a couple of times until finally, you reply.

‘’…Could you please elaborate?’’

He shifts to lean against the wall, in a more relaxed position.

‘’Let’s say, for example, I put all of my most prized possessions in a room. I need something to keep it safe, locked.’’ he says, not once breaking eye contact.

‘’Not just any lock.’’

You think for a moment, taking in his words. You hesitantly nod your head yes while you write the information down in your notebook.

‘’Alright sir, I’ll see what I can find.’’ you say as you finish writing the last word ‘’Can I help you with anything else?’’

The man gives you a smile as he moves away from the wall, now standing fully straight ‘’That would be all, dear.’’

‘’Perfect. If you could please give me a name and a phone number so I will know how to contact you?’’ you quickly add, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.

‘’Steve Rogers,’’ he starts saying then ends the sentence with his phone number information.

You thank him as you finish writing everything down, now waiting for him to just leave and be on his way.

As he gets to the exit door, he stops for a second to look at you. He calls out your name with a smile on his face, wishing you a good day before leaving. You stand in your spot without moving as you stare dumbly at the door that closed behind him.

You never told him your name.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #fanfic #marvel mcu #dark!steve rogers x reader #captivity

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It's loud, too loud for Simon's liking. He's here for you though, so he'll endure it. However, it would be a huge lie if he said he wasn't enjoying himself even a little bit.

The fair is huge; parents, children, and couples bustle about. You and Simon add to the already massive crowd. He looks hilarious though– a redwood among little willows.

It's what he feared at first. "I'll look out of place, love. It's not my kind of crowd." You frowned at this, but then had to recognize that pushing him to go to such a noisy and busy place was not a good idea.

Simon reconsiders. If he wants to be a good boyfriend, he has to try and do couple-y things with you. So fuck it, the fair it is.

You both agreed no rides, that would be pushing it. Maybe the ferris wheel would be an exception. Either way, you're so happy. It's night already, you and Simon sit on a bench away from the crowds. His mask is pulled down and he's going in on a churro. He offers you a bite and you take it. A tiny bit of cinnamon sugar blends with his stubble. Maybe it'll taste better on its own, so you kiss it off of his lips.

It's such a cliché moment. You take in the crowd, the colorful lights, and the 2014 electronic song that sounds too familiar...you want to cry. So you do.

Your lips quiver and your facial muscles betray you– a frown forms. Tears come streaming down. Happy tears, or nostalgic ones, you're not too sure.

"What's wrong?" Simon snaps you out of whatever trance this was. He tucks a piece hair behind your ear.

"Nothing, just me being dramatic." He doesn't buy it. For a quick moment, Simon thinks you regret bringing up the idea for you both to come here. I mean he didn't (or couldn't) give you the full experience. A valid reason to cry, maybe even break up with him. The thought leaves as fast as it came when you give him a smile. He flinches a little. It's the same smile that made him fall hard for you. Still, he has to make sure.

"You're crying though, how come?" He asks, concern written in his eyes. "Not sure," you reply, "I think I'm just really fucking happy right now." He breathes, relieved. The three special words are still a little hard for him to say. He wants to though, so fucking bad. Simon's way is taking your hand into his and kissing your fingers. He places your hand on his unmasked cheek and prays that you feel all the love he has for you.

Fuck, you're crying again.

You grab both sides of his face and kiss him. Deep. An action that tells him you feel the exact same way. It tells him that he can do normal things like this with you and it'll make him the happiest bloke on planet Earth. It tells him that no matter what he did in the past, he is allowed to feel love and to be loved.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. The walk back to the car is one you'll never forget. Simon Riley, Ghost, carrying a massive strawberry cow plush on his back. It's almost as big as he is. He fought for it too, so you guess you'll share the prize.

You didn't want Simon to win it for you at first, but the balloon pop game was kicking your ass. He's down thirty bucks– five for each set of darts. Every time you miss, his eye twitches. You're determined, he'll give you that.

By some miracle, you hit the five balloons. You had your eye on the cow since you got there, and now you're gonna have it. You're ecstatic and Simon no longer has to watch you fail miserably at this sketchy game.

You want to cry for an entirely different reason as the stoned worker hands you a poop plush. A fucking poop emoji plush. Simon guffaws. There's no fucking way.

"Wait no, what about those plushes!" You furiously point at the cows. The teen rolls his eyes, "Sorry lady, you gotta pop fifteen in a row to get those."

Oh there's no way in hell that Simon is going to stand here and wait until you do that. He snatches his wallet out for the umpteenth time and shoves a twenty-dollar bill into the workers hand. He grabs the darts and swiftly pops fifteen balloons back to back.

"She'll have the pink one."

You fucking love him.

a/n: woahhhh feeling super emo at 2am, what else is new. its also raining so that doesnt help. 🥲 not sure if its a universal feeling but fairs make me soerrrr sad but happy?? i love them. oh if you're wondering, the song that was playing at the fair was 'stay the night' by zedd w hailey williams 😣 need to work on my pacing but literally could care less just eat this damn food pls!!

#love u simon riley <3 #and love u hailey williams??#idk #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader

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