#oops it's almost midnight again </3

[gemissleeping]

Sea Foam | Chapter Four

Theodore Nott x Siren!Reader

Read the other Chapters here.

Summary: After a moonlit swim, you find Theo in the Common Room. Half asleep and buried in a book.

Length: 2.2k

Notes: This is so late and I am so sorry. I really struggled with this chapter, but I hope it was worth the wait! NSFW ahead, minors dni. Soft Theo, Sleepy Theo. First time smut writer and it is relatively soft, not super spicy sorry. It might be bad oops <3

Beams of moonlight broke through the slick of the surface, cutting down to the bottom of the lake. There was a soft current pulling at you, kelp licking at the skin of your back. Arms outstretched towards the rays, fingertips dancing through them curiously.

It was these nights, weightless and floating through the darkness, that you almost found yourself enjoying it all. No full moon to shatter your mind, to cause you to betray yourself. It brought a kind of quiet you were certain you’d never felt anywhere else, and never could.

Theo’s words were heavy on your mind, threatening to sink you with their weight. You’d tried to brush him off again, to pretend that the last few weeks had been easy for you. But it wasn’t the truth. In his absence you had only grown wanting. Finally settling on the undeniable truth of who he was to you. Who he had always been, even when you had tried so desperately to push him aside, ignore the way your eyes found one another in every room. Every breath becoming so unbearably conscious when the other was near.

It was past midnight when you found him in the common room. Tucked into the nook of couches by the window. Your hair still doused in salt. Wind-bitten and bone-tired as you pulled your clothes tighter to your skin.

You’d known he would be here, though you pushed it to the corners of your mind any chance you got. Only watery ribbons of moonlight accompanied him, splayed across his skin. Ripples of light swimming against the marks that dotted the skin of his neck, his cheek. His eyes half-drawn with the need for rest.

A book was strewn lazily through Theo’s hands as he leant back. Head resting against the lounge’s spine, losing his fight against the pull of sleep.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight, unable to recall ever having seen him so disarmed before. His chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. It was a brutal thing, to see someone so themselves. To see what they might’ve been like if they’d been left completely unbruised and unburdened. It wasn’t something you allowed yourself to linger on for long.

You drew yourself closer, still engulfed by the dips of shadow that traced the candlelit walls. You came to rest by the high arched window, just a few heartbeats away from him. Wet hair curled, water running down the backs of your arms and onto the windowsill as you lazed into it. Head tilting, trying to catch the title of the leather bound book in Theo’s hands.

Curiosity was biting at you, and so you found yourself leaning towards the boy. One tentative hand on the lounge’s arm as you studied the page Theo had stilled on. It should have come as no surprise when the the candlelight flickered across it, revealing Sirens, Sea Creatures & Other Secrets of the Depths. Fondness licked at your chest, your eyes flickering from the book’s open page to Theo’s dream swept expression with a soft smile.

You turned back to the book, intrigue sinking it’s claws in deeper as you skimmed the inked paper. Reading on in a gentle trance until sleepy fingers brushed your wrist.

Theo gazed up at you through lidded eyes. Unsure if he had truly woken up, or if the dream he yearned for each night had finally come to visit him. His hand encircling your wrist surely, ensuring you would stay right where you were. Right where you were supposed to be.

“Your hair’s wet,” Theo mumbled with a barely-there smile. Your cheeks stained with the heat of being caught as his thumb ran taxing circles over the delicate skin of your wrist. “You went for a swim?”

His tired eyes lifted with question as you glanced down to the water dripping from the ends of your hair. Collecting across his forearm and sliding along the shifting muscles beneath. But he didn’t care, eyes still floating across your face as though he’d finally found his resting place.

“Sorry,” you breathed, reaching out to brush the water from his skin. But his fingers collided with yours, guiding you to a halt.

“Your skin feels like ice,” he murmured, tangling your fingers, only to bring them to his lap. Resting your joined hands atop his book and drawing you towards him, “come here.”

Theo shuffled over, guiding you down softly beside him, his hand still firmly wrapped in yours. You let him direct you, fitting snugly into the couch’s corner. He looked to you, an unguarded affection in his eyes as he watched you settle in.

Once he could feel you beside him, was certain you wouldn’t disappear if he blinked, he peeled off his sweater. Pulling it over his head, making a further mess of his already sleep ridden hair.

He held it out for you, easing it over your arms, your head. Enveloping you in something that was so completely his; the way he wanted you to be. Hands lingering at the sweater’s edges with sincerity, pulling it down until he knew you would be warm.

You smiled at the unexpectedness, settling back into the couch, his hands steering you back. Head lolling against the cushions as your eyes found his, the way they always did. He looked back at you with equal surrender.

“You’re reading about me,” you whispered. Eyes delirious under the candlelight, drinking him in. Softness spilling through your chest.

“Trying to. I like to be familiar with my favourite topics,” his shy smile grew. Head sinking further into the couch as he turned to face you properly. Watched you for a moment; the cold sting of wind across your cheeks thawing at his words. His usually guarded eyes faltered. “Have you thought about it?” he whispered, sounding much braver than he felt. “What I said last night?”

You nodded, eyes drifting from him. Going somewhere deep within yourself. He wished you would take him with you, let him see it for himself. He could’ve well done it, but he hung back, knowing it was wrong. Knowing that at least something between you needed to stay sacred to one, without belonging to the other.

“I don’t want anything to happen to you because of me,” you returned after a moment. The path of Theo’s thumb against your wrist drawing you back to him once again. But still you wouldn’t look at him.

“You won’t hurt me,” he assured, fingers trailing down to brush yours.

“You don’t know that,” you countered, looking down at your hands. The way his fingers danced across the top of yours. How you reached for his even when you wished you wouldn’t.

“Neither do you,” he answered. Knowing he was right when your eyes finally lifted to his once again.

“And if you’re wrong?”

He could see how afraid you were; for him, of yourself, losing the both of you along the way. Every jagged edge that was keeping you away from him. How deeply your care ran. He knew it then; that he would follow you down there, of his own accord. Even if it was foolish, even if it doomed him. He wouldn’t close his eyes, he wouldn’t struggle. Not if it meant his last breath would be yours to keep.

“Then it will be my mistake to make,” he decided. One hand leaving yours, reaching to tuck a loose strand of damp hair behind your ear. Relishing in the way you hugged his sweater tight to your bones. “You can’t decide if I get to love you,” his eyes didn’t dare stray from yours, “I've already made up my mind.”

His words demolished any of your lingering doubts. You fell into him completely, sinking in the sureness of it all. The unwavering way in which he let it leave him; that he wanted to love you. Perhaps even already did. He watched you carefully, a satisfied smile pulling at his lips, fingertips trickling down your neck.

“I’m yours, if you’ll have me.”

That was all it took for you to leave it all behind. Everything you had resisted these past weeks, every part of him you’d stopped yourself from touching, basking in. You felt as though the moon had made its path early. Utterly consumed by him as you nodded, nose brushing his as you suddenly grew aware of just how close you had become.

“Please.”

His lips fell against yours within an instant, hungering for you. It almost broke you, caught you alight. Fire spreading from his lips and igniting you after weeks of kindling touches, glances. Hands threading through your hair as he drew you into him. The two of you barely able to breathe from the unbreakable warring of your lips. Your hands flying to his jaw, pulling him closer to you.

You were tired of resisting him, denying both of you of what you wanted most. It wasn’t long before he had hooked his hands beneath your thighs. Pulling you across his lap as you pressed into him, feeling all of him beneath you.

Your desperation was only mirrored in the ferocity of his kiss. A chain left from your lips to the corners of your jaw. Rough kisses smattered across your skin as his hands began to roam. Pushing up the hem of his sweater, curious fingers tracing your sides. You shivered against his touch, your hands travelling the soft skin of his neck. Drifting up its back to tangle through his hair, pulling him inconceivably closer.

In a matter of minutes you found yourself in an abandoned wing of the Slytherin dormitories. Being set down softly atop the bed as Theo hovered over you. The room utterly devoid of light save for a sliver of moonlight from the lake’s windows.

“You’re sure?” Theo asked against your lips. Though from the rasp in his voice, he was barely holding it together to be able to ask the question at all. You could feel him pressing against your thigh, the sensation dizzying as you gasped against him.

“I'm yours.”

Theo groaned at the tremble in your voice, the restraint from the past month dissipating nearly completely as he made quick work of your clothes. Your hands flying to his belt as he pulled his sweater over your head. Lips refusing to leave each other’s, fingers working blind. His hands greedy as he trailed the new skin he’d yet to touch. Both of you driven to madness until nothing remained between either of you.

Sweat and skin pressed against one another as he rolled his hips into yours. Each rock of his hips drawing a gasp from you as you struggled against him, wanting nothing more than to build the friction.

Theo only simpered, enjoying how badly you needed him after denying the both of you of each other for so long. How unashamedly you clung to his arms, the muscles straining as he held himself above you.

The length of him almost tore you apart as he pushed himself into you. Bottoming out as both of you inhaled sharply against one another. A pained sound leaving you in the rush of air from your lips, he faltered.

“Are you alright?” Theo’s eyes flickered open, blinking away the lust that had consumed them as concern overtook everything else. You nodded, adjusting to his size as his eyes softened for a moment, his hand coming to rest against your cheek.

“I won’t move until you tell me to,” he breathed, his eyes falling closed as he rested his head against yours. The pad of his thumb tracing the slopes on your cheek, your jaw.

“I know,” you whispered against him.

A tender kiss pressed to your lips as Theo gave you time. Your hands tangling in his hair, bringing him down to you for a while until he pulled back for a moment. Watching as the moonlight fell across your cheek. Tracing it with his fingertips. Wrapped up entirely by how beautiful you looked beneath him. The light spilling across your skin, catching in your eyes.

You nodded tenderly, his lips pressing against the corner of your own. His eyes flicked up to yours, as he continued to press his lips along your skin.

“You’re all I want,” he breathed, smoothing his fingers through your hair before he kissed you once more.

His lips strayed again, wandering down to the skin of your neck. Hips pressing into yours as he pushed himself deeper. Heat erupted from where he buried himself within you, the sensation buzzing through your body in waves. Pushing the air from your lungs, making you choke on your own breath. Your head falling against Theo’s shoulder, lips parting soundlessly at the fire erupting across your skin. Unable to remove yourself from where you hid in his neck. Each roll of his hips only deepening the feeling.

His hand found the side of your neck with tender fingers. Trailing up to the underside of your jaw as he brought you back, guiding you to look at him. Pulling you into him further while you shuddered against him. Lips still parted and struggling to meet his eyes.

The sight was enough to send Theo over the edge, his pace growing irregular as his thumb brushed your bottom lip. His eyes completely misted at the sight of you before him; of what he was doing to you.

And as you tangled yourself into him, pulling him suffocatingly close, you tried to drown it out; that feeling.

That you had tried, and failed, to save him; and now could only love him.

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[authorhjk1]

First of all, Happy New Year!

Second, holy fuck, Midnight..the idea of ending and starting a year with fucking arguably the 3 best milkers is just wild, and while a small part of me wishes you could've explore more into the foursome action and some gxg between them as well, overall it was still smoking hot, considering the timing as well releasing this right at the end of the year with the theme of fucking them 3 to end the year is quite a nice touch honestly..and that Karina sequence especially was so fucking amazing,really,thank you for such an amazing fic to close 2023 and welcome 2024..

Last but not least, looking forward for your next works too, but do take your time and no need to rush things,good luck too for all the things you do in life and i'll patiently wait for you to drop the next one whenever you have the time too,best of luck and take care!

Happy new year to you as well!

Hope you like this small scene:

You watch as Jihyo takes the condom out of your hand. Getting distracted for a moment by Karina's lips, which wrap around the tip of your cock, you almost miss out on the sight in front of you.

Standing in the door to the bathroom, you can see Jihyo walking into the shower. Eunbi is inside, sitting in a pool of warm water and her own juices. And probably Karina's as well. Her eyes are only half open, her wet hair sticking to her face, shoulders and the tiles of the wall behind her.

Too tired to react, Eunbi feels how Jihyo pulls at her jaw, forcing her mouth to open. Tilting the condom in her hand, she let's your cum fall onto the breathless Eunbi. A small puddle of cum lands on her lips and mouth, before Jihyo cheekily, changes the angle. The rest of your sperm lands on the older girl's tits.

"Oops. My bad."

Jihyo coos as she chuckles, Eunbi too drained to defend herself.

A groan escapes your lift as Karina keeps sucking you off. Her hand holds onto your base, slowly stroking it, while her lips run along your length.

By the way her eyes are closed, you can tell how much she enjoys the taste of Eunbi's slick on your cock.

"Are you getting him hard enough for me? That's so sweet of you."

Jihyo is standing behind the youngest, who's eyes are now open in surprise and anger.

"(Y/n) just wrecked your pussy again. It's my turn, greedy slut."

Karina pouts as you glance at the window. It used to be completely fogged, due to the steam of the hot water coming from the shower. But Karina's face, which is completely wet by now, cleaned the window nicely. You pressed her against it as you took her from behind. The puddle of her cum is still staining the floor and parts of the windowsill.

Jihyo pulls at Karina's hair, making the younger hiss in pain as she gets forced off your cock.

"You better fuck me good, baby boy."

Jihyo takes you hand and walks out of the bathroom, just like Karina did a few hours ago.

Jihyo's tits feel like heaven. They are tightly wrapped around your cock as she kneels in front of you, while you lie on the bed. Her soft mounds move up and down, sandwiching your cock in between.

Karina is lying next to you, Eunbi's head buried between her thighs. The youngest moans as the oldest fucks her pussy with her tongue. Eunbi was shy about it at first, but is now getting into it. Karina's hands try to hold onto something, until they find your body. Her nails dig painfully into the skin on your arm and chest.

"Are you gonna shoot your load all over mommy's tits, baby?"

You are barely able to nod. Jihyo has a good eye, you are already close.

She spits into her cleavage, enabling her to move up and down your length even faster.

"Good boys always cum on their mommy's boobs."

Jihyo's eyes are fixated on yours as she tries to predict the exact moment in which you're gonna cum.

Next to you, Karina's moans have reached another high and so does her body. Her thighs trap Eunbi's head in place as she cums on the older girl's face.

"Unnie!"

Her sweet voice makes the word sound lewd and erotic.

It slowly pushes you over the edge as well.

"Cum for us. Jizz all over my tits."

You finally follow Jihyo's order.

You start exploding, your load coating her chest with your cum. She moans in satisfaction, feeling the warm liquid on her skin.

"That's a good boy."

She sighs, letting your cock fall out of the space between her tits.

Eunbi was able to force her head out of Karina's pussy by now. She is now straddling you, impaling herself on your cock. The sudden penetration makes you groan.

"Please breed me, baby."

She moans loudly.

"Can you get me pregnant?"

That whispered question makes you hard immediately. You are suddenly aware that Eunbi is riding you. Raw.

_____

Thank you for always reading my stuff, I will make sure to keep writing as soon as possible.

Stay healthy!

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[necronatural]

Limbus Company theory

Okay, I have absolutely no idea if anyone's noted this yet. Did anyone pick up that the Sinners are held down by a Sin, represented in their EGO, and their Canto are about their struggles against another sin entirely. The branch creates a space for 'penance'. When Rodya entered the field of effect of the branch, Baba Yaga went crazy, freezing the entire mine. There's clearly some paralleling at work here.

So let's go through.

Gregor, Canto 1: Sloth V Gluttony (survival); note that this expedition failed, and we later explore Sloth with Yi Sang

Rodion, Canto 2: Pride V Gloom; note that Rodya refused to actualize

Sinclair, Canto 3: Gluttony (Greed) V Lust

Yi Sang, Canto 4: Sloth V Gluttony (greed); Dante's resonance begins

Ishmael, Canto 5: Gloom V Envy; Dante's resonance progresses

When we look at the dominant sins of the remainder...

Heathcliff, Canto 6: Envy...

Don Quixote, Canto 7: Lust…

Hong Lu, Canto 8: Gloom…

Ryoshu, Canto 9: Wrath…

Meursault, Canto 10: Pride…

Outis, Canto 11: Pride…

Faust, Canto 12: Pride…

Dante, Canto ?: ????

Sins not confronted yet: Sloth, Pride, Wrath

Sinner sins left to explore: Envy, Wrath, Lust (If we're talking strictly what progressed Dante's clock, Gluttony & Pride)

Assuming Dante's doomsday clock setting is moving in 5 minute intervals, Dante currently has 2 positions left on their clock; 5 minutes to midnight and midnight itself. It's made almost explicit that their resonance with sinners is the tool with which they resonate with the branches. By obtaining each sin, they're building to some sort of complete whole.

Predictions based on this theory; Pride being so back-heavy probably means we're going to scramble for branches with Hermann. It gives the impression that for whatever reason Pride is necessary, which is interesting.

My own theory: Rodya says she'll settle in the cold [Gloom] for a little longer, and Sonya says she doesn't have the mark. I'd say this might mean Rodya hasn't sufficiently resonated. Sonya may have tried to bait her in hopes of getting better results in this regard.

This may mean ...

The last few Cantos will be a losing streak (LOL)

Someone who hasn't cleansed themselves of their opposing sin/formed the mark of cain will get the branch; I'd imagine this person shares sins with Dante, Vergilius, or Charon, who I believe are probably Envy, Wrath, and Lust respectively (OOP @ WHO WE'RE MISSING ⬆️)

In that respect Vergilius V Sloth, Charon V Pride, Dante V Wrath. I even think the wrath Dante is opposed to could be Vergilius

Very notable there's only 3 sins missing; it could be possible we already have Dante's branch; they were very obviously part of the group of Cain Marked, and again, their clock started at 25-to-midnight and just kind of sat there for a little while. It's also possible it didn't move until Yi Sang because their sin was Gluttony (ambiguous manifestation)? If Hermann also represents Lust ..... Think about it

Rodya's refusal of the call of Cain might become plot-relevant, just as our failure to observe what happened to Gregor on the myth arc timeline of 3 years ago and relationship with the Big Bad makes it obvious he's going to be a core character in the future. We can tell based on those who have the mark of Cain that he just doesn't have the chops, so mayhaps their mutual exclusion will be a surprise tool that will help us later.

And of course, my theories for the sins that weigh down our remaining Sinners: Heathcliff V Sloth, Don Quixote V Wrath, and Ryoshu V Pride. I predict all the Prides share Rodya's opposing force, which is Gloom; we see this in the books these characters are based on, with Meursault's despair of being sentenced to death being overcome by his Pride, Outis putting herself through grueling trials for the sake of returning to her family, and Faust beginning with suicidal depression leading to her pride creating(summoning) Mephistopheles.

I think it would be pretty funny if Dante was Gretchen's evil baby. Or that Gretchen might have been their previous self, manipulated into giving birth to Dante (extremely vulnerable and exploitable state), which they will be disgusted by and put to death. How many representations of the Divine Feminine in classic literature can Dante represent any% speedrun

#limbus company #theorycrafting #meta

[englishstrawbie]

3/3 Alright, last one, which is for our lovely Cosima and Delphine. It's just a single line (from the song Almost Made It by Racoon), to keep as much open as possible and leave you all the room to play around with it. Here it is:

One day we die, most days we don't.

Simple, right?! 😁 Thanks again, plus 3x please for all of them, as I might have forgotten with the first two (oops)! 🙏

I actually had part of this ficlet written out already from last year, but I never quite figured out what I wanted it to be. As I was reading the lyrics to the song, it prompted me to go back and re-read it, and I realised it fitted into how I interpreted these lyrics and the idea that, after all they went through, Cosima would want to live every day to the fullest. I hope you like what I did with it!

A link to the song

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Cosima sneaks into the bedroom just after midnight. The room is still except for the slow rise and fall of her girlfriend’s chest; silent except for her gentle snoring. Cosima slips into the bathroom to get ready for bed, stripping her clothes and pulling on an old Rolling Stones t-shirt. She removes her glasses for a moment so she can wipe her eyes clean of their thick, black make-up, and brushes her teeth, the taste of mint masking the beer and tequila she has consumed this evening.

Delphine doesn’t stir when she creeps back into the bedroom and perches on the edge of the bed. She is sprawled out on her front, lying down the middle of the mattress, her long blonde hair splayed on the pillow and her arms outstretched, taking up the whole of the bed. She does it on purpose, knowing that Cosima will have to rouse her when she gets home late, never wanting to miss a goodnight kiss. There were too many missed kisses during their months apart.

Cosima still feels the hurt sometimes of those months thinking that Delphine was dead.

She smooths the curls out of Delphine’s face, her fingertips tickling her temples to wake her.

“Hey,” she says quietly.

Delphine’s eyes flutter open, a lazy smile spreading on her face when she sees her love looking down at her. Cosima dips her head to steal it from her lips with a kiss.

“How are your sisters?”

“They’re good. The usual kind of crazy,” Cosima says. “I can’t believe the twins are going to be one next week.”

Twelve months have passed since they exposed Neolution, and since Cosmia and Delphine started their trip around the world, tracking down LEDA clones and inoculating them. It has kept them away from the sestras for most of the year but there was no way Alison would let them miss the twins’ first birthday.

“Did you tell them?” Delphine asks in a low voice, looking up with curious eyes.

Cosima’s hand instinctively goes to the Peruvian ring that hangs from a chain around her neck. Its twin is in its usual place on Delphine’s left hand.

The proposal had been a spur-of-the-moment thing. Their six months of travelling around South America finding LEDA clones had ended in Peru, where Cosima had insisted on hiking the Inca Trail. Delphine had tried to talk her out of it; after all, it had barely been a year since she had received her cure and, while she was doing well, hiking a mountain was a big leap. But Cosima was adamant, her only concession being that they opted for the shorter trail, reaching the peak after just two days.

“Okay, you were right, it was worth it,” Delphine concedes, in awe of the breath-taking view that surrounds them.

When Cosima doesn’t respond, she looks over her shoulder to where she stands close by. She can tell from the way she holds her body that she is feeling her feelings, and even from this angle she can see a solitary tear trickle down her cheek. Delphine walks over to her and slides her hands around Cosima’s waist, resting her chin on her shoulder.

“Are you okay?”

Cosima puts her hands on top of hers and nods, biting into her bottom lip.

“Tell me,” Delphine prompts.

“My parents had a photo of this view on the wall when I was growing up,” Cosima says. “They came here before I was born. They used to talk about their trip and tell me how much they wanted me to see it for myself one day. I always thought I’d do it once I finished school, you know? And then Beth showed up, and the others, and I got sick, and I thought… I thought I’d never get to see for myself.”

Her body trembles and Delphine instinctively tightens her hold.

“And now you’re here.”

“We’re here,” Cosima says.

She leans her head to one side, resting against Delphine’s temple, and sighs happily. In that moment, she feels the weight of still everything she carries fall from her shoulders. They are free of all that once haunted them, free to do whatever they choose.

Free to live.

And Cosima wants to spend every moment of that life with the woman standing beside her.

“Will you marry me?”

She feels Delphine pull away, her hand still loose around Cosima’s waist as she looks at her with surprise and delight.

“What?”

Cosima grins as she turns and looks up at her with a glint in her eye.

“I wanna spend the rest of my life with you,” she says. “Marry me, Delphine?”

Delphine laughs, tears streaming down her face as she nods. “Oui… yes, Cosima, I will marry you!”

“Cosima?”

“Hmm?”

Delphine’s voice pulls her out of her daydream.

“No, I didn’t tell them,” Cosima says. “I want you to be there, I want us to tell them together.”

She wants Delphine to share the love and joy that she knows her sisters will smother them with when they tell them the happy news.

She leans down and kisses her fiancé softly, then shoves Delphine across the bed playfully. Delphine giggles as she makes room for Cosima to slip under the covers, then curls her body against hers, a hand sneaking up inside her t-shirt. It doesn’t take long for Delphine to fall asleep and Cosima lies awake for a while, listening to her snore. She can’t help but smile to herself.

What a life they are going to live.

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[ev-n-learning]

2023 year stats!!! Wow its been a year since ive shown u one of these... amazing

anyways not too much to say here i don't think! Although can you believe its been almost a year since i stopped learning ukrainian.... weird

something thats interesting to me is that i've spent more time on czech this past year than ukrainian the year previous... and just on duolingo, somehow?! There's no way I'm 2 months away from finishing the czech tree!!!

I suppose the courses could have been different lengths to start out with, but I do blame the redesign they did... I still don't like it, lol. (Other factors could be: czech has No Cyrillic so i cant read it as well)

As far as the other languages go — I really can't believe it was only this year I finished 50languages?! Year so long... but anyways, after that i will be honest with you: most of my active belarusian studying has been solely anki and (mostly) daily search of the wordle. The other most is People I Follow On Tumblr and tiktok (theres belarusians on there)

Russian is about the same as I've been doing. Slogging through 5,000 words of top 10,000 on memrise still. Probably about 2,500 of the way through. Probably at LEAST 2 more years of slog...

Maybe it doesn't serve much of a purpose, but i'd feel weird having the extra time. Like, no, i'm supposed to be Doing Something at 14:45,,, and, yknow, sometimes i encounter these words in the wild. (Not so much anymore though)

Doing my best to keep up with polygloss for russian, too! It's fun but I never know how to describe the images so a lot of matches get sent into the ether... oops 😅

As for marathi, well................................. nanowrimo happened. Is putting it shortly - actually, I started doing something else in november, and with that, languages, and nano... it was a lot! So I did not do much marathi in november specifically because of that. The rest of the year, well... hmmm. The less said the better?

Well, anyways, it's because of having to spend the same amount of energy almost on czech at the same time, *and* because of the Something Else i've been doing. So - I do want to learn it! Spending time on marathi would be great, actually! I am just Busy. And thus it has been relegated to anki only for the better part of the year if i remember right 😔 someday...

Sidenote, at the rate I'm typing this will be posted after midnight..... well, i wanted to put it out there yesterday night, but i couldn't decide what to say, lol. January 2nd is still New of new years, right??

To be honest, I haven't really thought about any language plans for this year... i know russian and belarusian well enough to read posts & such, and I have the mental fortitude to read books i understand maybe 25% of, but listening and talking I'd say are probably where I need the most improvement. (Writing, well... I'll get back to you once i can learn grammar effectively). With everything as it is now, I'm not sure there's much to be done about that, but maybe I'll figure something out here sooner or later... maybe.

I know I want to finish the czech tree on duolingo, and then I'll pick another language from my duo list and the cycle shall begin anew... and then in 12 years either duo will be dead or i will not wish to learn languages any more (a scary thought). OR i will speedrun every language on my list to the best of my ability and then never touch duo again (no streak, no badges... i think monthly badges are like the Only duo thing that actually works on me because i Need To Collect. ah, fomo...)

As for marathi, if I can manage to pull it out of hibernation alongside all that duolingo nonsense, then by god i'll do it 🫡 if i learned* one language by being exceedingly slow at it I can do it again!!

*referring to russian so perhaps its not accurate to say "learned" still but my point stands

...

Anyways yeah!!! Idk how to end this so з новым годам (late) to u all and good luck & wishes for the new year <3 things may never be perfect but at least i can hope they will be better 👍 🎉🎉🎉

#alt text #stats for cats #langblr #learning languages #languages #year in review

[greasygrimeygopher-whats]

Webkinz Recipes By The Cuddly and Snuggly Teddy Bears!

OOPS ALL CARBS (I swear this wasn't on purpose im sorry). Comfort Foods for the Teddy Bears. Man, I wish these had plushie versions. Also, I haven't made one of these in a while; they are so fun tho. Anyway. Here we go!

"Jest The Best Bagel" Funny Face Mini Veggie Pizza (THE REST OF THE OWL. [sorry] Replace the bread flat things with bagels for authenticity. Also, you can make whatever faces you want; animal ones are really cute)

"Peanut Butter & Honey Sandwich" Peanut Butter and Honey Sandwiches (This recipe has butter in it as well, which I assume you can choose not to use for dairy purposes. Or not needing a refrigerator purposes)

"Choco Chip Waffles" Double Chocolate Waffles (The sheer amount of chocolate may kill you. Chocolate batter, chips and sauce. Worth it)

"Lasagna" World's Best Lasagna (Bold claim, Website. I always forget how to spell lasagna. I guarantee I could not do it without spell check, but to be fair, I haven't eaten it much. There is about fifteen million lasagna recipes out there, so options abundant)

"Cinnamon Bun" Cinnamon Raisin Rolls (I almost forgot about the raisins! I was putting just a regular cinnamon roll recipe, until I looked at the in-game recipe again. Remembered now)

"Birthday Party Sandwich" Mac and Cheese Dogs (Um. This one has you make your own Mac and cheese, but feel free to take the boxed kind and put it with some boiled hot dogs between two white bread slices. Then turned into grilled cheese with chili. I don't know if this is making me hungry or sick. Maybe just do the recipe version...)

"Teddy Bear Porridge" Peanut Butter Kiwi Oatmeal (Peanut butter and oatmeal is pretty good tho. Also please shape the kiwi slices and maybe grab a few blueberries/banana slices if you got any. Also, I didn't know the difference between oatmeal and porridge; turns out oatmeal is a type of porridge. My ignorance, cured)

"Honey BBQ Chips" BBQ Sweetpotato Chips Recipe (HUNGRY. HUNGRY. I WANT THESE. I think I have a craving rn so I have zero other commentary. sweetpotato)

I recently got the Cuddly Teddy Bear for Black Friday to renew my account and I LOVE HIM. I'd get the Snuggly one next year if it wasn't a member only pet. RIP. (If you lose your membership, do these pets just get snapped how does this work)

Part 1: Dreamy Sheep

Part 2: Pink Poodle

Part 3: Cocoa Dinosaur and Marshmallow Bunny

Part 4: Midnight Monster

Part 5: Love Puppy

Does anyone actually read this far?

I kinda wish that we could still visit each others houses in Webkinz. I'm gonna make the Backrooms in my house. I'm really gonna. All those kinscash old furniture items fit. And the hotel theme. I'm ignoring the estore stuff because I'm cheap. I even named my Cuddly Teddy Lucky 'O Milk. His room is party themed. Thus, the inclusion of the Jester Bagel and Party Sandwich. Little secret there. Okay, now I should check to make sure all the above links go to the right places. Thanks.

Have a song.

#webkinz #kinzblr #kidcore #recipe #recipes #Teddy Bear #cooking #food #nostalgia #comfort #x

[camaro-and-smokes]

August

Chapter 1: Back in Town

Rating: Explicit Warnings: no warnings Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington Tags: Fluff, boys kissing, au where everyone lives, no supernatural events. Chapter specific tags in each chapter

Summary: After graduating Steve got into college. After his first year he comes back to Hawkins for the summer to spend some time with his friends. Steve hears that there's a new king in town, and he wants to see what all the talk is about. Who knows, maybe his summer might turn out to be better than he'd hoped...

Author notes: I heard August by Taylor Swift and... yeah. My hand slipped. Oops. 💜

Chapters: Part 1 [PT 2] [PT 3] [PT 4] [PT 5] [PT 6] [PT 7] [PT 8]/ 8

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Steve got into college after he graduated and moved away from Hawkins. When the spring semester ended, he took his old job at the Family Video for the summer so that he could hang out with his friends for one more summer before he would have to start looking for a summer job that would better serve his studies.

On Friday he arrived at the Wheeler house like so many times before. After greeting Nancy, he entered the basement to say hi to the kids on his way out. There was a red-headed girl with El who he didn't know. She introduced herself as Max.

"She's ok, but her brother is an A-class asshole," Eddie commented after his turn in the current DnD tournament they were playing with Dustin, Mike, Will and Lucas.

The comment was agreed upon by everyone.

"Ok, I guess I have to meet this guy, that's quite a credential if you all agree on it," Steve laughed.

Max rolled her eyes. "I honestly don't know why you would want to see Billy for yourself, but he is the lifeguard at the community pool for the summer. You'll catch him there."

"Ok, but I won't be going there alone. You're all coming with me."

Steve's words were greeted by a whine by all six kids - and Eddie, who declined to obey any orders.

"You need the fresh air anyway! Tomorrow, noon. I'll ask Nancy to pick up you girls, I pick up the rest of you."

The following day the kids poured out from the cars at the pool parking lot. Steve and Nancy set their towels on the grass.

"So, how was the winter in Yale?" Steve asked Nancy, trying to desperately to come up with small talk instead of talking about what happened last – failing at it masterfully.

"I really like it there," she answered. After a while she continued. "Steve, we don't have to let everything hang like this between us. I'm ok with it. I know why you wanted to come here. Just...Don't break anyone's heart over the summer, ok? It's a lousy summer memory to have."

Steve looked at her. "Is he that much my type?"

Nancy shrugged. "See for yourself," she nodded towards the pool.

There a lifeguard was telling to a group of boys with a very tight tone of voice how they would be removed from the pool area immediately the next time he caught them pushing or pulling each other under water. He was blond, about the same height as Steve and wearing just red shorts. A fact that left nothing to imagination. None of the guys Steve had hooked up over the winter had been in such a great shape.

"Steve, just remember to clean all that drool from your chin before you go talk to him," Nancy giggled.

"What was his name again?" Steve asked, keeping his gaze at the blonde.

"Billy. Billy Hargrove." Nancy smiled. "Hey, everyone goes to this new bar, The Rusty Stone, on weekends. We're going there with the girls tonight. You're welcome to join us. I'm quite sure Billy is there too."

In the evening Steve gave Nancy and her friends a ride to the bar. He had decided to observe the blonde tonight, if he'd turn up, just so that he didn't go after a player in the wrong team. No one needed that humiliation.

Sure enough, Billy turned up around midnight with a group of friends. He was already drunk, and the loudest of the bunch, drawing all attention on him. Almost instantly ladies started to hover around the group, trying their best to attract Billy's attention. His friends did gather the grapes for it, because while he did give them some attention, he didn't seem that interested in any of them.

After a while Steve decided to go and get himself a beer, because it was obviously going to be a long night. He stood by the bar waiting for his beer, when he heard someone shout "King Steve!" behind his back. He turned to look, and saw the blonde making his way through the crowd, directly towards him.

"I haven't heard anyone call me that in a while," Steve said when Billy was standing right in front of him all cocky and ready to show who was who.

Steve's reaction wasn't what Billy apparently had expected, because he was already almost saying something, and when Steve didn't deliver the line he'd expected, he was left standing his mouth open.

Billy measured Steve from head to toe.

"Like what you see?" Steve asked not missing a beat. He was not going to let some small town bully get on his nerves as the very first thing. Even though the bully did look quite dreamy. "Listen, if you want to continue this discussion later, I'm enjoying my beer right over there by the jukebox," Steve said, pointing at the table where Nancy and her friends were sitting. He left the bar for the table, and could feel Billy's eyes in his back. He didn't see Billy again that night.

Steve was at the evening shift at the Family Video on Wednesday. The night had been like all summer evenings, busy. But the last hour was always silent, so he was shelving the returns on the lowest shelf of the back row when the doorbell dinged.

"I'll be right with you," Steve said.

"No rush. I'm just dropping these off."

Steve recognized the voice and it made him stop. He stood up, and saw Billy standing by the counter.

"Do you need something from me? You know, for the return?" Billy asked showing the two films in his hand.

"Umm, no."

Billy nodded, left the films on the counter, and turned to walk out the door.

"Wait," Steve said before he could hold his tongue.

Billy turned to look at him.

"Uh...I'm sorry that I was an ass at the bar. On Saturday."

"Well, if you were an ass then it's good that I don't remember a thing," Billy said spreading his hands, and turned to walk out.

Billy sat in his Camaro, and closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath. His hands were shaking of all the adrenaline that had shot into his system when Steve had stood up from between the shelves unexpectedly. He had heard stories of King Steve who had left for college. He had supposedly been the meanest thing in town, getting into fights and getting all the ladies. But this Steve didn't seem to fit that description. Especially for saying he was sorry about his behaviour at the bar. Because of course Billy remembered, how could he not. The encounter had left a bitter aftertaste, but at least none of his friends had made fun of him being left speechless. Because that didn't happen often. Though it was not entirely unexpected. He could've drowned into Steve's bambi eyes if he had looked at them any longer. He had thought that Steve had just been visiting for the weekend, which was why he had so boldly gone to face him at the bar. But now he knew that Steve was in town for the summer, at least. Maybe their paths would cross again.

They did, when Steve turned up by the pool one late afternoon.

The sun was about to set and it had anyway been cloudy most of the day and no swimmers had been around for the last hour, so Billy was closing places up bit earlier than normal. He was checking the men's locker room before he would lock up the locker rooms for the night, when he heard a car drive onto the parking lot. He groaned in his mind for he'd have to stick around the whole time someone was by the pool.

"Hey, I'm closing things up. You better be quick," he said as he walked out. He stopped on his heels when he saw that it was Steve.

"Hi," Steve said putting his hands into his pockets and smiling shyly.

"I don't suppose you came for a swim?" Billy asked. "Because I'm so ready to leave."

"No. I, uh..I came to see you."

"Me?" Billy asked. At the same time his insides were screaming wow, ok, didn't see that coming, don't mind it though at all while he tried to keep his exterior cool and nonchalant, even a bit mean. "I usually get visits from pretty ones, sure, but not like you, pretty boy."

Steve let out a small laugh and looked down at his feet bashfully.

For fuck's sake the guy wasn't taking any baits, and that meant that he was playing all the right notes for Billy. He knew that while he did want to play hard to catch, doing it with this one was going to be hard. "Well, you've seen me now. Anything else I can help you with?"

“I really meant what I said at the rental the other day.”

“And that was...?” Billy asked – while he totally knew what Steve meant.

Steve licked his lower lip, that made Billy almost drop the water bottle he was carrying. Fuck. He might as well just jump on the guy for his body was totally failing to help keep his act up.

“I think you do remember at least that,” Steve said. “But hey, no pressure, don't worry about it. I didn't come for that.”

Steve stopped talking, and Billy pulled his pilot sunglasses down on his nose and looked at Steve over them expecting him to continue. When it didn't happen, he asked: “So...you're not here for a swim and you're not here to get me remember something I don't and, honestly, don't even care about. What are you actually here for?”

“I was just wondering, would you like to, you know, go for a drive? Or something? With me?”

“Why would I want to go on drive or something with you?” Billy heard himself say even before he had thought about the offer at all. It came out just out of habit. It wasn't like he could reveal that part of him to just anyone.

Steve's demeanour changed. He clenched his jaw and cleared his throat. “You know, play hard to catch. But just remember, if you play it long enough, the offer won't stand any more.”

Steve turned around, walked to his car and drove away, leaving Billy stand in the middle of the pool area alone and, again, speechless. The motherfucker saw straight through him.

It was Saturday when Billy had built up enough courage to go to the Family Video again. He had Max and El with him for he had promised to rent them a movie for their sleepover – which had made both girls look at each other their mouths gaping open. But they hadn't turned the offer down, so there they were, just a big brother renting a film for his little sister.

And so was Steve.

While the girls were browsing films at the comedic romance section, Billy walked to the counter. “Hi,” he said to get Steve's attention.

Steve was reading something and he looked up from his book at Billy. “Hi,” was his one word reply.

Shit. Steve threw the ball at Billy and it was deliberate. Well, maybe he did deserve a bit of squirming for his act at the pool. “I was wondering... Does the offer still stand?”

Steve's reply was dry. “What, you're interested all of a sudden, Mr. Hard-to-Catch?”

Billy looked around and didn't see anyone else at the place except Max, El, and them. “Ok, it might have been that I was a bit abrasive at the pool.”

Steve let out a laugh. “Bit of an understatement there, but I'll let it pass. For now.”

Billy smiled a shy smile. “So...you didn't answer to my question. Does the offer still stand?”

“Impressive,” Steve taunted him, “your memory seems to have returned to its normal function.”

Billy sighed annoyed. “For fuck's sake, you've made your point, don't make me beg.”

Steve smiled. “Well, you do look cute when you beg.”

Billy felt the tip of his ears burn and it made him a bit too self-conscious. He'd been called many things but no one had ever called him cute before. This guy was good.

“Well,” Steve said and played with the book he had been reading as if he was flipping through a calendar. “I think I have a slot for offers tonight after work. Interested?”

Billy bit his lower lip. “I might be. What did you have in mind?”

“Want to go to the quarry? You know, to talk. I mean, really, just, talk.”

Now Billy felt his face joining the burning. Steve didn't just seem to want to hook up. “Sure. When?”

The girls had selected the film they wanted to see and came to the counter, so Steve didn't reply. When he had given them the film and taken the money from Billy, and the girls were halfway out of the rental he just said: “At eight.”

Billy nodded, and he and the girls left.

Steve smiled as he totally checked Billy out – liking the ass hugging jeans very much – as he walked out of the rental with his sister and El. So far Steve hadn't seen any of the massive asshole behaviour everyone had so much advertised Billy to be capable off. Sure, he had peacocked at the bar and played hard to catch, but that wasn't something new to Steve. Other guys had tried to play him, too, and always ended up losing that game. At least Billy had snapped out of the act before Steve lost interest. It seemed promising. His summer might not be so dull as it had so far seemed to become.

Steve drove to the quarry just before eight. Once he had the guy in the hook he didn't like to play with them. He wasn't mean that way, he wouldn't liked being treated that way either. But it seemed that Mr. Hard-to-Catch was at least trying it when he wasn't there fifteen minutes later. It was almost 8:30 pm when he finally arrived.

Steve was leaning on the beemer when Billy parked his Camaro next to it.

“Took you long enough. I was almost leaving,” Steve said flatly when Billy got out of the car.

Billy was clearly uncomfortable about being late. “Yeah...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, I mean it. I had...Well, it's not always easy for me to get out of the house, you know. It's my dad...he doesn't always...you know...”

The explanation was detailed enough – and brutally honest for someone their age – for Steve to accept it as what was likely the truth. “Don't sweat it. I'm glad you made it.”

Billy smiled and Steve felt a flutter in his chest. That smile was something else. He would have to be careful if he didn't want this thing to get out of hand.

Billy walked around the Camaro and leaned to the beemer next to Steve, lighting a smoke. “So...” he started but couldn't come up with anything else to say.

“Nice wheels,” Steve said looking at the Camaro.

Billy smiled. This was a subject he wouldn't shut up if someone let him speak freely about it. “Straight 5.7 litre V8. Zero to sixty in eight seconds.”

“Impressive.”

“Yeah. Well, she's not necessarily the fastest there is, but she sure purrs like a kitten.”

“I've heard that you're a menace in the streets with it.”

Billy let out a hearty laugh. “I might have a slight need for speed I guess.”

Billy's laugh made Steve smile. Getting a guy talk about their car was a sure way to relax anyone, and Billy wasn't any different. And Steve liked his laugh, a lot.

Steve saw that being with a guy in this setting made Billy a bit tense, so he let him take the lead. “So, do you want to do something? Go for a drive in that car of yours?” Steve asked.

Billy smiled that gorgeous smile again, and it was good that Steve leaned to the beemer, because the smile made him weak in the knees.

“Sure, get in.”

“So, where are you from?” Steve asked when they had exited the quarry on to the road.

“California. My dad wanted to move here for some fucking reason, and I'm stuck here for at least another year still.”

“You want to go back?”

“Mhmm. I'm leaving the day I graduate.”

“Surf much?”

The question made Billy smile – again making Steve feel all kinds of feelings he hadn't been quite prepared for. “Yeah, I do. Well, I can't do it here, but I have my board.”

“So that's why you're a lifeguard at the pool.”

“Yeah.”

They drove in silence for a while.

“Why are you here in this god forsaken town for the summer? Wouldn't you have way better jobs back where you study?” Billy asked.

“I wanted to come back for one more summer. Just to hang out with friends.”

Billy nodded, and lit another smoke.

Steve watched the perfect act of the smoke moving from Billy's fingers to his lips, how he took a drag, how the smoke was taken away from the lovely plump lips by his fingers, the hand with the smoke leaning out of the open window, and then all of the smoke he'd inhaled to come out masterfully through his nose.

Billy glanced at Steve, and when he saw a stupid grin on his face, a smile tucked the corner of his mouth. “What?”

“Wanna drive back to the quarry?”

“Why? We just got out of there.”

“Pull over then, please,” Steve asked.

Billy did.

As soon as Billy stopped the car, Steve leaned to kiss him, and he wasn't subtle. The kiss was messy, their tongues playing with each other, Steve holding Billy's face in his hands to keep him in the kiss until he was ready to let go. Billy tasted like smoke and tobacco, but there was a hint of the gum he'd been chewing earlier still lingering on his tongue. To Steve's own surprise he liked the taste. But what he really liked was the way Billy smelled. He was wearing a musky cologne, but underneath it was hiding a sweet scent that had to be his base scent. The scent that was unique to everyone. Billy smelled faintly of something related to candy, and it touched something deep in Steve. He didn't want to let go of Billy, he just wanted to inhale that sweet scent for forever.

When Steve finally let go and leaned his forehead to Billy's, Billy felt dizzy. That was a kiss he wouldn't forget anytime soon, for he had never been kissed like that before. “Wow,” he heard himself say out loud, and blushed immediately.

“Regret playing Mr. Hard-to-Catch now?” Steve whispered.

“Well, if I'd known this I wouldn't have done that at all,” Billy said honestly, feeling like yello in Steve's hands. Everything else was wiped from his mind, all he wanted was to have another kiss just to make sure it was real. And as soon as he leaned forward, he got what he wanted.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove redemption #harringrove fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #August #Suometar writes

[balshamicc]

A little something I wrote for school

Prompt: A reflection on the past year

Disclaimer: This is pure and utter 💜word vomit💜. This hasn't been edited, like, at all. Or thought through. I apologize for any inevitable visual trauma you may experience 💔

When I first think about it, 12th grade feels a bit... anticlimactic? Like, 12 years, over a hundred thousand hours spent going through the primary and secondary education system, and it ends with: (a) Running through the syllabus by October (b) Speedrunning essays for college apps, and (c) 3-hour exams. Five of them.

It doesn't really feel right. Maybe that's indicative of how I should be viewing this entire year. Getting through this whole shebang hasn't ended with spectacular fireworks or some magical revelation that kindergarten me thought I'd get the second I turned 18. I am still as confused about almost everything as I was the first time I heard a 'why does the chicken cross the road' joke, which, in my humble opinion, is the bane of humor.

Maybe, instead of viewing it as the end of an era, it's just a passage from one stage to the next. Cliche, I know, but I mean, all cliches come from commonly experienced truths, don't they?

(or is this just me trying <and failing> to be deep? We'll never know :/)

I thought that now grade 12's over, the era to become an engineer would start, but oop- no ma'am, that didn't happen at all, did it? Throughout my last year of school, it feels like I've spawned and unlocked roads I haven't traveled by, ad nauseam, rather than tied up loose ends. (is this grammatically coherent? no clue)

I think what I'm getting at is this - I've realized that this doesn't mark an end in any way, shape, or form even though that's what I've been building it up to be for myself. Spending literal weeks writing college essays has let me learn a lot about myself, but it isn't a mean to an end.

Every experience I've had so far has reinforced that idea. I thought that I'd have myself figured out by now. Clearly not ahah. But that's okay. Because I've grown, and I don't have any benchmarks to meet for the universe to show me my path forward. The road will, after some pushing, pave itself. And whether I want to travel down that path or find a new one is my prerogative, and mine only.

And would you look at that, I've blabbered again. Did I even address the prompt, who knows? English teachers, feel free to grade me.

I think (???) that's it for now. Because it's about midnight.

Hmu for whatever reason, I might just post again.

thanks y'all - you know who you are. tysm for everything.

#i dont know how tags work

[mirrorballtales]

I’ve recently started collecting vinyls. Okay wait, that’s a lie. I have owned tons of vinyls, but I just kind of bought what I liked. Didn’t care for collector’s editions or limited editions. In fact I ruined those other records. To be fair, I had zero clue I actually had to take care of them. Oops.

@taylorswift and her creative genius have turned me into a vinyl enthusiast. Don’t you love capitalism? There is something about placing the record onto the slip mat, carefully placing the needle onto the record and hearing the first seconds of crackling. It’s very pleasing to the senses.

I think I’m on a strong and responsible pace. Each record owned since last December has been carefully chosen. I have a few favorites, folklore: long pond studio sessions released on Record Store Day. I got up at an awfully early time, 3 am to be exact, to camp out for it. It was freezing. I was smiling from ear to ear when my hands touched that record! A sweet woman helped me reach it. It was too high. . . Then I was gifted the original Speak Now vinyl for my 30th birthday. Basically my favorite album ever. Although folklore and Reputation are also favorites, but I digressed.

I finally got a hold of evermore, Speak Now TV, Fearless TV (has my favorite vault track, well favorite song “Don’t You”), and am awaiting for my 1989 TV vinyl. It’s pink and I’m in love. My latest acquirement - and surprisingly neither one are of Taylor, a signed Gracie Abrams vinyl and The Goo Goo Dolls’s 25th anniversary vinyl of Dizzy Up the Girl. My favorite album of theirs. I had to get it. I just had to. It’s gorgeous. I can’t wait to listen to them.

Now, I need to make a list of all the ones I have left to purchase that are already out, and the order I hope to get them in. Some are basically impossible to find. Others I just need to buy when the demand dies. So never. I hope I can come back to this and check them off. Wish me luck!

1. signed Midnights vinyl - Any variation. I don’t care. I was so dumb for not getting it last November. Ugh.

2. Red TV vinyl - I need to hear All Too Well Ten Minute Version Taylor’s Version From the Vault, on a record.

3. Lover Live From Paris (heart shaped vinyl) - THIS IS THE ONE I WANT THE MOST BECAUSE I WAS AN IDIOT WHO HAD IT IN HER CART BUT DECIDED NOT TO GET IT BECAUSE I WANTED TO SAVE $45. Why did I choose this day out of all days to save a measly $50??? Why??? I’ll never ever ever ever ever forgive myself for this mistake and I hope one day I own it 😭😭😭. Maybe when they’re not sold for, excuse me while I choke, $600!!! I mean it was almost mine!

4. Reputation ORANGE VINYL - lmao I’ll never own this and it truly breaks my heart. Like yes I can get the regular Reputation vinyl but the orange??? Wish I’d been a collector back then just to have it.

5. Taylor Swift (Debut) vinyl - Well isn’t it obvious? It’s her first vinyl ever.

I promise I’ll never miss out on any of her new vinyls again. Like ever. And when future generations ask me why I own four variations of one album I’ll kindly tell them to be quiet and let me enjoy them in peace.

#taylor swift #taylornation #folklore #the eras tour #healing #taylor’s version #speak now taylor’s version #surprise songs #you’re losing me #vinylcollection #vinyl collector #reputation #debut album #swifties #swiftie things #lover taylor swift #red taylor’s version #all too well taylor's version #atwtvtmv

[solongllondon]

book asks 6 and 17! 🩵

jess!! thank you!! 🥰

6. what books have you read in the last month: since march is almost over we're doing march lol. I finally, finally forced myself to finish midnight sun which ive been trying to finish since it came out (yes, it's as bad as you would twilight expect to be lol), then I read how to kill your family by bella mackie and it was a fun read but not like...world changing lol, i also re-read my favorite book called hot milk by deborah levy which i highly recommend but you're either gonna hate it or love it, there seems to be no in-between reactions to it lol, i also reread a little life because i like pain, apparently. also re-read giovanni's room by james baldwin and am currently reading good omens again. seems march was the month of re-reads, oops. sometimes when I'm in a bit of a reading slump (i am rn) rereading helps me get out of it :)

17. top 5 children's books: okay so. number 1: is a book i didn't read as a kid (bc it wasn't out yet lol) and i'm not sure i'd even entirely classify it as a kid's book but it's the boy the mole the fox and the horse by charlie mackesy and i ADORE this book beyond measure. number 2: die wilden hühner by cornelia funke which is a german kids book series about 5 girls who form a cute little girl gang and then have german village type adventures lol. also it was published in the late 90s and features lesbian characters which was AMAZING to me as a kid, like, revolutionary i think. number 3: the magic tree house series, i was obsessed with them as a kid, they were just so fun!!! number 4: is another cornelia funke, this time it's the ink heart series. basically anything that cornelia funke wrote, i adored. number 5 goes to the famous five series which i absolutely loved. I know that enid blyton isn't the best person but these books really shaped my childhood a lot. i also had lots of audio books/ story casettes featuring the famous five lol

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#thank you jess!! #this got so long sorry #answered #ask games

[likeasecrett]

hello. santa swiftie here. not to sound stalkerish but i had been visiting your blog and coincidentally i was checking if you’re back and you are!

all those place you mentioned sound wonderful. i’ve personally been to 2-3 states in the US, dubai and singapore outside of my birth country and a number of states in my own country. i love beaches (but i also love mountains, can’t decide what i love more. im an indecisive person in general oops)

i would love to go to europe too! and also japan! god i HOPE one day i get to. i hope you have lots of fun on your trip!! are you going with family or friends or alone?

as for any plans for the weekend - well my parents went for an outing today but i (again) didn’t. i started a book today and i did go to my roof! and i do realize how boring and lame i sound but i told my mom on the phone and she was surprised that i went to the roof lol. wbu? i hope you’re having a good time too <3

it's not stalkerish at all!! and sorry about that- i have been kinda busy lol

dubai and singapore sound amazing!!! another places on my bucket list!!!

i love going to the beach soooo much (it's impossible not to living where i live) but winter is my favorite season so it's confusing lol

thank you!!! I'm going with my cousin and with a group of almost 20 people we don't know and we're going to study there!!! I'm very excited and a bit nervous bc we're staying with a host family

and you don't sound lame at all!!! staying in with a good book sound amazing!! I assume you live somewhere cold.... so it's the perfect activity for days like this

I'm reunited with my family, eating a lot and we're waiting for midnight and playing some games!! we're religious and have some traditions

(sorry for any spelling mistakes I'm not wearing my glasses)

do you have any books recommendations?? I've been on a reading slump lol

#asks #santaswiftie

[thelei-kanenas-pasteli]

wdym im procrastinating? 

#i talk #i should really study #oop actually it's almost midnight we've got a few minutes #welp guess that means i have to go lay down how unfortunaaaaaaateeeeee #to be fair i've already studied #i just feel very unsure #like what if i just fuck up once again #anyhooooo im gonna go lay down #goodnight ly<3

[lale-txt]

💐 catching the bouquet at a wedding w/ Ace & gn!reader

a/n: requested by sweet @simp4ace <3 super happy to kick off the event with this cutie! it's been a while since i wrote anything for Ace besides headcanons (i've been neglecting him over his father oops) so this was fun! i was also super happy about this prompt being picked. ALSO i know this tradition is usually for unmarried women only but we're doing things different here so everyone no matter the gender can take part in that and enjoy this fic. word count: 1.1k

“It’s almost midnight. You know what that means.”

Ace looks up from his plate, a fork in his hand and what appears to be rice in his hair (from earlier, when he fell asleep during the third course). The freckled boy gives you his brightest smile and your heart immediately starts beating a little faster. The music is so loud around you and still you’re sure he must hear its beating loud and clear. There’s a little sparkle in his eyes when he speaks.

“Time for dessert?”

Marco in the chair next to him pinches him in the cheek (“Ow! Ow! Ow! Stop it, bird brains!”) and shakes his head, exchanging a knowing glance with Izou and Thatch seated across the table from you who are also smiling mischievous.

“The bouquet toss, dummy yoi.”, the phoenix says with a wink; raising an eyebrow when Ace is looking back and forth between you and him, pure confusion in his eyes.

“It’s a pretty bouquet, why would they toss it?”, he asks and leans over to you, giving you a little kiss on the cheek but also examining what leftovers you had on your plate that he could inhale in the next 0.2 seconds. You smile and let him. After all, he had your whole heart, no harm in letting him have your leftover fries, too. He squeezes your hand under the table and you squeeze it back, not planning on letting his hand go ever.

Well, except in a few minutes. You were on a mission after all. And The Elders™ (Marco, Izou and Thatch) had your back.

“It’s a tradition where the bride tosses their bouquet for the unmarried guests and whoever is lucky enough to catch it will be the next person to get married.”, you explain calmly, trying to hide the excitement in your voice. You were still allowed to dream, right? If being with the Whitebeard pirates taught you one thing, it was that no dream was too big or too silly. And that you could reach it with the helping hands of your friends.

Ace says nothing, but a small smile flashes over his lips. You both have briefly talked about getting married a few times, nothing serious, just goofing around and mostly dreaming about all the goods Thatch would cook and bake you that day (you would feel bad because he was a wedding guest, but he would insist on doing so). You were still young. You had so much time. But again– you could still dream.

“We should head to the dance floor. Pops is probably still waltzing around there, too. Always the lady magnet as usual…”, Thatch smirks and the five of you get up (well, four of you get up and one has to be dragged away from the half-eaten plates, fighting for his life with a raised fork as four pair of arms restrain him from eating any more).

It’s a lively crowd and the air is buzzing with excitement. All around you are familiar faces, sweet couples and such who are meant to be maybe. Ace holds your hand, trotting next to you, mumbling about how he wasn’t even full yet. He still kisses your temples and shuffles closer to you when more and more wedding guests are also entering the dance floor. The newlyweds take the stage and make an announcement, but you’re not really listening. All you can hear is your own heartbeat, calling out Ace’s name over and over again. Pops waves at you from the other side of the room, his distinctive laugh filling the room. Whenever you heard that laugh, you knew that you had nothing to fear.

“It’s gonna be okay. We got you.”, Izou whispers in your ear as he leans down to you, giving you a reassuring smile. You nod, feeling very warm all of sudden. It was just a fun old tradition anyway, it doesn’t have to mean anything…

Still, you can feel every muscle of your body tensing up when the bride turns around, holding the bouquet raised above her head. It was now or never.

“Sorry, but I need this one. You can have it back in a minute.”, you apologize and slide your hand of ouf Ace’s, who blinks at you confused but also doesn’t object. From the determined look in your eyes he knew better not to say anything. Also, he trusted you with his whole heart and would always support you in every decision.

When the bride tosses the bouquet, everything seems to happen in slow motion. Everything is in movement, your legs carry you forward faster than lightning. You can hear Thatch yell something about “formation C!” and you have no idea what formation C is, but you take it when it helps you to grab that damn bouquet. It tosses and turns in the air, as if you could watch your destiny taking a leap. From the corner of your eyes you can suddenly see Marco’s big blue wings, guarding you from the crowd on your right; on your left Izou pulled out his guns, threatening the other half of the people not to make a damn move. Thatch’s broad back is in front of you, swinging two baguettes (where did he hide those… you take a mental note to ask him that later), shooing away everyone that gets in your way of catching the momentous bouquet.

You run and run until you take a big leap forwards, closing your eyes because you can’t bear to watch your own actions, allowing destiny to be your guide. Your hands clench around something earthy, something wooden and you land softly on your own feet. There’s one second of silence, then the whole room erupts in cheers and howls, hands are patting your back and strong arms wrap around you and lift you up for a little twirl before they put you down again, a big hand ruffles your hair; you decide it was probably safe to open your eyes again.

You caught it.

A smile brighter like the sun is on your lips as you spin around, your eyes seeking him. Only him. Would he be proud? Terrified? Where was he? Your heart starts to flutter, a touch of panic rolling over you.

Ace, can we dream this dream together, just a little longer?

Then you see him. Grinning from ear to ear, a hand on his hips, shaking his head in disbelief. The face of a man soon to be a groom, of a fool in love. Just like the tide to the moon you are drawn to him, falling into his open arms and kissing every inch of his face, whispering ‘I love you. I love you so.’ over and over again, holding the bouquet up high like a trophy. With your face buried in the crook of his neck, you almost don’t understand what he’s saying, but your heart knows.

Let’s get married.

#portgas d. ace #portgas ace x reader #ace x reader #one piece x reader #fire fist ace #whitebeard pirates #one piece x you #one piece scenario #one piece imagine #one piece reader insert #marco the phoenix #thatch #izou #one piece fanfiction #portgas d ace #dream machine event

[redrose-arrow]

Hey! I love your blog and you hcs on the RA characters. Could you do some royal family headcanons?

Royal Family <3

Didn’t think it’d be this much oops, hope you enjoy :).

Duncan sometimes took baby Cassandra with him to meetings, because post-war he barely had any free time but still wanted to spend time with his daughter.

Crowley and Duncan grew very close after the war. Within a few months, Duncan had lost his father, his wife, and almost his kingdom and daughter. Crowley had gotten so used to spending so much time with his Rangers (and Halt). No surprise both felt lonely and uneasy with the peace and quiet.

Duncan and Crowley together told Cassandra stories of her mom and the day she was born.

Deborah is the one who gave Cassandra a sling. Mainly because seeing her granddaughter with a crossbow was too much for her poor heart.

Though she has Duncan’s hair and eyes, Cassandra has her mothers face and smile.

That one guy who is one of Gilan’s unofficial spies (plays a role in Red Fox Clan) is Duncan’s brother. Oswald fathered a bastard son and when Duncan found out, he decided to take care of his neglected family.

Crowley was there when Cassandra got her first period.

From a young age already, Duncan took his daughter to meetings elsewhere in the kingdom or even the world. Not only because he thought it would be a good preparation, but again, also because he wanted to spend time with her.

Despite Duncan’s hard work to create a safe environment for his daughter at Castle Araluen, being a young girl wasn’t easy on Cassandra. There were many prejudices regarding the behaviour of the Crown-Princess, which included what (and how much) she could and could not eat. In the end it was Horace who helped her build a better relationship with food.

Will’s wedding present for Horace was a cookbook with some of their favourite recipes from the various adventures they had embarked on together. And yes, a bunch of midnight snacks are included. Wouldn’t be the first time Cassandra would find her husband in the kitchens at night.

Horace and Cassandra had a last dance at their wedding.

Yes, Cassandra was pregnant when Will and Alyss got married. She miscarried, though.

She got pregnant with Maddie a year later.

The pregnancy was difficult, and Cassandra spent many days in bed and/or next to a bucket. Horace, Duncan, and Crowley took turns staying with her.

When Cassie went into labour it took a long time, so everyone (incl Alyss, Will, Halt, and Pauline) took turns being with her in the delivery room. It was a little unconventional, but really, who was going to tell theCrown Princess in labour that she couldn’t have the Kingdom’s most legendary Ranger with her?

Two years after Maddie, Cassandra got pregnant again. She was barely sick during the first trimester, making her fear another miscarriage. She was right.

Another four years later, there was another pregnancy. It went as well as it could, right up until Cassandra went into labour. Horace had to watch his son be born and die a few minutes later, as his wife was fighting for her own life.

It was then that the spoiling increased.

Horace and Cassandra still braid Maddie’s hair.

Horace still calls Duncan ‘sir’.

Duncan decided to cancel family game nights after it got a little too intense one too many nights.

The title for who ruined the most paintings has been left undecided.

THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH!!!!!

#please #i’d die for them #rangers apprentice #ranger's apprentice #john flanagan #royal family #thanks for the ask !!! #these made me so happy #well except for some #but you know #what can you do #ask redrose #ask redrosearrow

[catgirlforkaeya]

dancing to christmas music

kaeya x gn!reader

fluff

warnings: not proofread + all lowercase + swearing

a/n: i almost forgot about this today oops — sorry the cut is kinda weird i didn’t know where to put it 😭

your bodies swayed slowly to the music. kaeya’s hands resting on your hips while you wrapped your arms shoulders. you two were most definitely off beat with your dancing but it didn’t matter.

insomnia had taken over both of you tonight. after a few hours of tossing and turning in the bed you two shared— you eventually gave up trying to sleep. needing something to occupy yourselves, you ended up in your living room slow dancing to faint christmas music.

it was originally kaeya’s idea— you were a little against it because you didn’t feel like getting out of bed but once he “persuaded” you to go to the living room (he picked you up and carried you downstairs) you absolutely loved it.

“even in my pajama bottoms and one of your shirts?” you let out an airy laugh as you leaned into his touch some. his hands felt so warm but so cold at the same time.

“even in my pajama bottoms and one of your shirts?” you let out an airy laugh as you leaned into his touch some. his hands felt so warm but so cold at the same time.

“mhm,” he flashed you a warm smile, causing you to flash one back.

“well,” you lifted one of your hands and grabbed a strand of kaeya’s hair, intertwining it between your index and middle finger. “i think you look very handsome. i mean you always look handsome but like— especially handsome tonight.”

the way the moonlight shone through the windows and reflected off kaeya made him look 10x more gorgeous than he usually does. his midnight blue hair looking a little more vibrant than normal, sepia color skin glowing slightly against the grey-blue color of the moonlight, scars & burn marks that littered on his skin a little bit darker due to shadows— this man was literally drop dead gorgeous. every once in a while the light would catch his one visible periwinkle colored eye and make it twinkle.

“and you call me a flirt? you should really listen to yourself right now y/n,” kaeya had that shit-eating grin that he always had on his face.

“oh shut up,” you playfully rolled your eyes at his comments. “you’re lucky you’re pretty— if you weren’t i’d probably punch that smirk off of your face right now.”

“make me shut up then.”

this son of a bitch.

you leaned upwards some, placing your lips on his. you tried to take the lead in the kiss but within a few seconds kaeya had already taken lead. he had both of his hands on your waist again, pulling your body flush against his. you brought one hand up and raked your fingers through his hair.

you both mumbled some “i love you”s between kisses. this went on for a good 3 minutes. you two eventually pulled away and rested your foreheads against each other’s. both of you immediately bursted out in giggles like some teenage fangirl.

it was small moments like these that reminded you that kaeya was the one for you.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya #genshin #kaeya x you #kaeya fluff #genshin christmas #genshin fluff #genshin drabbles #genshin fanfic #catgirlforkaeya #kaeya x y/n

[batfamtv]

girls like girls (1/2)

can you do a jealous carol x reader ? like reader has had long time crush on carol and admits her feelings only to get turned down bc carol has internalized homophobia and doesn’t know how to react. carol gets jealous when reader is moving on with another mcu character of your choice.

carol danvers x reader

warnings: homophobia (internalized), gay thoughts, angst

When vers landed back on earth, you were just a rookie, working as fury’s assistant

It was such a whirlwind, coming to discover that aliens exist when you were just some kid who landed a gig at SHIELD

After that wild ride ended, you were tasked (volunteered) to look out for goose

Goose loves you, he is babey

When carol leaves to help the skrulls, you asked her, “are you coming back to earth soon?”

She said that she’ll try, and then she left

It wasn’t until she left that you realized, you miss her...you liked her

And not just in a platonic way

A couple of months later, carol was hovering outside your window (you live on the 25th floor), smiling

It was 1 am

You bring her into the apartment and hugged her, elated to see she’s back!

You were very touched that she decided to come to you, to let you know she came back

And you thought, hey, now that she’s here maybe i could tell her…

You know back in the 90s the gay agenda wasnt it

And in those months when carol was gone, you thought that weird feeling you got when you were with her was just being in awe of her powers, or that feeling of wanting to be her so much that you feel jealous… or idk maybe constipation

But when you saw her again, you realized, those feelings were real, you like carol danvers, even though she was a woman, you had feelings for her

You thought anyone who exudes the energy carol has has to be gay right?

Being new to the gay scene yourself, you dont know how to gauge it, how to act knowing that you like her as more than a friend

You and carol opted for a midnight snack somewhere, just talking

You are literally *heart eyes emoji* just looking at her, talking about her adventures

You told her to stay the night, the world can wait a little bit, and she did!

Oop--there’s only one bed alert

She was fine sleeping on the sofa, or even on the floor beside your bed, but you insisted! She’s your guest!

You didnt wake up all cuddled next to her, you also unconsciously created a space between you two

But you woke up to the most beautiful thing…

You woke up facing her, and she was still asleep, the light rays on her skin shining like gold, and accentuates that little things

And you were like, “holy moly, i would NOT mind waking up to this everyday”

And just like that, you went from a questioning baby lesbian to a full on simp

You really said, “i love wamen”

And for 3 beautiful, blissful days, carol stayed with you

It was more than you could ever imagine

To a normal person, everything you did was routine, simple, and normal

You’d get groceries, discuss which shampoo is better, you’d teach her how to bake

You sit down from across each other, you sipping some tea while carol reads a book you recommended

And at night, when she thought you weren’t asleep yet, she’d scooch closer to you, so close that you can feel her breathing, feel her exhaling into your hair

And you can smell her, and you’re really giddy

And sometimes, when you’re so close to sleeping, you can feel her hand on your hair, on your cheek, run down your arm

And you feel safe and loved

Renting from blockbuster was amazing, carol loved it, marathoned a lot of movies!

And when the night came and you were high on gay bliss, you looked at her, inches away from you in bed and said, “i love you, carol”

Carol grinned at you, about to respond that she likes you too, that you are her dear friend who is helping her re-assimilate to earth, when she saw that look in your eyes, that there was something more

And she was so surprised...and confused

She looked at the shocked expression on your face, as you clearly did not expect those words come out of your mouth

And the first thing that came to her mind was but that’s wrong

She looked at you, both confused and stoic, and she got out of bed and walking backwards away from you

“I don’t…”

You sit up, still in shock, reaching out to touch her

“Carol, I--”

“I’m not a lesbian!”

You whimpered, now out of bed and reaching for her, “Carol, I’m sor--”

“Please don’t,” she looked away from you

And you took it as a sign of disgust

Carol was disgusted by you

By your feelings towards her, and by who you are

Tears now building up, your vision becomes blurry as you stopped in your tracks, now hurt by carol’s actions

Wordlessly, she took her jacket and straight to the door, closing it gently, not slamming it

She wasn’t mad, you thought, just in shock

So you waited for her to cool her head, almost hopeful that she’ll come back and admit her feelings to you too

You fell asleep on the couch

And when you wake up, carol wasn’t there

She didnt come back

read part 2 here

a/n: i'm alive again after 2 years lol, there's going to be a part 2 set in endgame! thanks for the support on my @dnymirs blog i love y'all

#carol danvers #carol danvers imagine #carol danvers x reader #captain marvel #captain marvel x reader #captain marvel imagine #brie larson #brie larson imagine #brie larson x reader #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #lesbian #lesbian imagine #wlw #wlw imagine #batfamtv