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lunar-years · 2 months
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it's unfortunate that twitter is the most convenient place to find TL news and latest pictures because wow the fandom over there is really a cesspool. I so need them to learn it's not actually funny to make fun of the cast for losing and then TAG the creators in said petty comments all over SHIPS. if you hate the show so deeply to be cheering in joy over its award show demise and echoing the commentary of the people who have always thought ted lasso was trash, just because you think it's appropriate ~revenge~ for a bad season like uhhh. maybe it's time to take a step back and leave the fandom because you clearly aren't enjoying yourself. and then the audacity to get on there every day demanding a season 4?? like what about the way they tweet at them do they think is enticing these creators to want to make more?
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afieldinengland · 1 year
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blessed solstice 🌞
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godblooded · 2 years
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i ‘ m unironically saying that bruce saved my life and i can ‘ t even count how many times he did when I was just a kid.
#[and no I don’t mean that Batman saved my life. do not get this twisted. bruce did.#Bruce’s love Bruce’s kindness Bruce’s brokenness Bruce’s hate but Bruce’s love god his love.#yeah the mask is him but the percentages are there. bruce is always differing percentages of both. because bruce is that shining heart.#good characterization? Alfred saying ‘you’re a Wayne’. in the end yes his name is all of it but. it’s his humanity. his connections.#his philanthropy. bruce held my hand in my stairwell as my parents hurled pots and pans at one another. bruce sat with me at the window when#my father didn’t show up time and time again. bruce sat in quiet but pleasant silence beside me while I was locked in my college basement#and couldn’t get through to the bookstore while I was freaking out. bruce just took me out of my apathy. I’m pretty sure he did it with#nothing but hope and a bright red flare. i get it now too why. battinson’s lack of playboy makes him… relatable.#real. tangible. he’s the person I’ve been and the person I’m still struggling to work on. he’s the person who’s goodness is buried deep but#he doesn’t even try to repress it. he’s wholly himself and wholly Batman. it’s a lot of Jesus metaphor happening here.#i left that theater and got back in my car with my best friend. and for the first time in my life he looked the way I used to imagine.#i cry a lot about Bruce and I also spent my infancy wanting to be rescued by Batman. but mostly wanting to just.. know Bruce.#….eeyore was also my favorite character because ‘he was sad and I wanted to give him a hug’.#fuck i foreshadowed myself.]#child abuse /#abuse mention /#[okay okay I’m going to bed now I’m just very very feeling about how happy this has made me.#getting to write him is both a joy and an honor.]
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birdmenmanga · 2 years
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love it when I check the birdmen tag, fully prepared to be disappointed, but then I find that someone who isn’t me has actually posted something <3
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capyclub · 2 months
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sometimes it’s more stressful for things to be on the verge of working out than it is for them to not be working out at all
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animusrox · 1 month
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TOP 10
Past Lives
Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse
How to Blow Up a Pipeline
Poor Things
Oppenheimer
Barbie
BlackBerry
The Holdovers
The Iron Claw
Killers of the Flower Moon
MY LETTERBOXD Grade A 11.    The Killer 12.    Beau Is Afraid 13.    Dream Scenario 14.    Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 15.    Godzilla Minus One 16.    American Fiction 17.    They Cloned Tyrone 18.     Evil Dead Rise 19.    Eileen 20.    The Artifice Girl 21.   Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem 22.    Talk to Me 23.    Reality 24.    Leave the World Behind 25.    A Thousand and One 26.    Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One 27.    Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. 28.    Theater Camp 29.   Carmen 30.    Merry Little Batman 31.    Priscilla 32.    Society of the Snow 33.    Infinity Pool 34.    Enys Men 35.    Sanctuary 36.    Rye Lane 37.    Skinamarink 38.    Monster 39.    Anatomy of a Fall 40.    Landscape with Invisible Hand 41.    Reptile 42.    Sisu 43.    Pinball: The Man Who Saved the Game 44.    No One Will Save You 45.    Tetris 46.    May December 47.    The Zone of Interest 48.    V/H/S/85 49.    Dumb Money 50.    El Conde 51.    Arnold 52.    Maestro 53.    Napoleon 54.    20 Days in Mariupol 55.    Influencer 56.    The Creator 57.    Origin 58.    Thanksgiving 59.    Next Goal Wins 60.    The Boy and the Heron 61.    Bottoms 62.    Wonka
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Grade B
63.   God Is a Bullet 64.    No Hard Feelings 65.    Joy Ride 66.    Fair Play 67.     Cocaine Bear 68.    NYAD 69.    Asteroid City 70.    Nowhere 71.    The Angry Black Girl and Her Monster 72.    Divinity 73.    The Equalizer 3 74.    The Last Voyage of the Demeter 75.    Venus 76.    Butcher’s Crossing 77.    Somewhere in Queens 78.    The Persian Version 79.    Boston Strangler 80.    Polite Society 81.    Miguel Wants to Fight 82.    The Color Purple 83.    The Royal Hotel 84.    Saw X 85.    All of Us Strangers 86.    Fallen Leaves 87.    Ferrari 88.    Elemental 89.    Peter Pan & Wendy 90.    Renfield 91.    Cat Person 92.    Scream VI 93.    The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes 94.    BS High 95.    Blue Beetle 96.    Huesera: The Bone Woman 97.    When Evil Lurks 98.    Dark Harvest 99.    A Good Person 100.    Final Cut 101.    Knock at the Cabin 102.    Quiz Lady 103.    Leo 104.    Air 105.    The Super Mario Bros. Movie 106.    Batman: The Doom That Came to Gotham 107.    John Wick: Chapter 4 108.    Beaten to Death 109.    The Wrath of Becky 110.    Passages 111.    Transformers: Rise of the Beasts 112.    Gran Turismo 113.    65 114.    Sick 115.    Sister Death 116.    The Blackening 117.    Please Don’t Destroy: The Treasure of Foggy Mountain 118.    Flamin’ Hot 119.    Nimona 120.    Cobweb 121.    Totally Killer 122.    What’s Love Got to Do with It? 123.     Sharper 124.    Unseen 125.    Dunki 126.    Bird Box Barcelona 127.    The Marvels 128.    Shazam! Fury of the Gods
Grade C
129.   Wildflower 130.    Freelance 131.    M3GAN 132.    Strays 133.    Sympathy for the Devil 134.    Creed III 135.    Chevalier 136.    The Marsh King’s Daughter 137.    A Haunting in Venice 138.    The Little Mermaid 139.    Silent Night 140.    Master Gardener 141.    The Flash 142.    Fast X 143.    The Pope’s Exorcist 144.    Saltburn 145.    Kandahar 146.    Stand 147.    Plane 148.   Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny 149.    Fingernails 150.    Quicksand 151.    Fool’s Paradise 152.    Migration 153.    Rustin 154.    The Covenant 155.    Good Burger 2 156.    The Pod Generation 157.    Alice, Darling 158.    Insidious: The Red Door 159.    Missing 160.    Shotgun Wedding 161.    You Hurt My Feelings 162.    The Boogeyman 163.    Showing Up 164.    Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom 165.    Champions 166.    Consecration 167.    The Nun II 168.    Biosphere 169.    House Party 170.    The Exorcist: Believer 171.    Big George Foreman 172.    Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves 173.    Children of the Corn 174.    The Beanie Bubble 175.    Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania
Grade F
176.    Anyone But You 177.    Marlowe 178.    Paint 179.    Extraction 2 180.    It Lives Inside 181.    Deliver Us 182.    Trolls Band Together 183.    Finestkind 184.    Corner Office 185.    Wish 186.    Prisoner’s Daughter 187.    Pain Hustlers 188.    Foe 189.    The Mother 190.    Old Dads 191.    Ghosted 192.    Ruby Gillman, Teenage Kraken 193.    Haunted Mansion 194.    Mafia Mamma 195.    Five Nights at Freddy’s 196.    The Machine 197.    Justice League: Warworld 198.    We Have a Ghost 199.    What Comes Around 200.    Legion of Super-Heroes 201.    The Boys in the Boat 202.    Attachment 203.    Operation Fortune: Ruse de Guerre 204.    About My Father 205.    You People 206.    Meg 2: The Trench 207.    Pathaan 208.    Rebel Moon - Part One: A Child of Fire 209.    Assassin 210.    Dalíland 211.    Vacation Friends 2
Bottom 10
212.    Sound of Freedom 213.    Winnie the Pooh: Blood and Honey 214.    When You Finish Saving The World 215.    Heart of Stone 216.    Family Switch 217.    Expend4bles 218.    Sweetwater 219.    Hypnotic 220.    80 for Brady 221.    Spinning Gold
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esoteric-chaos · 28 days
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Spring Equinox Masterpost- Spoonie Witch Friendly
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The Spring Equinox, also called the Vernal Equinox or Ostara, is usually celebrated between the 21st of March in the Northern Hemisphere (In the Southern Hemisphere around September 20th or 21st)
In 2024, Ostara and the Spring Equinox land in the Northern Hemisphere on Monday, March 19th.
The Spring Equinox celebrates the arrival of spring. Celebrating balance, growth, and new beginnings as Winter has finally ended.
Spring Equinox Correspondances
Colours
Light Green
Lavender
Sunny Yellow
Light Blue
Pastel Pink
White
Herbal
Lemongrass
Daffodils
Tulips
Violets
Apple Tree
Cherry Blossom
Primrose
Birch tree
Hyacinths
Dandelion
Garlic
Ash tree
Jasmine
Edibles
Honey
Salad greens
Spring veggies
Fresh berries
Mead
Herbs
Eggs
Seeds
Bread
Edible flowers
Quiches
Custards
Maple
Animals
Hares
Baby Chicks
Snakes
Robins
Bees
Butterflies
Phoenix
Ram
Crystals
Fluorite
Moonstone
Silver
Aquamarine
Clear Quartz
Amazonite
Symbols
Bonfires
Flowers
Rabbits
Eggs
Seeds
Baskets
Flowering or Tree Buds
Lambs
Birds
Spiritual meanings
Purification
Cleansing (removal of stagnant energy)
Growth
Transition
Motivation
Balance
Birth
Good fortune
Kindness
Joy
Fertility
Scents
Coconut
Citrus
Floral scents (rose, lilac, jasmine, etc)
Herbal scents (rosemary, basil, mint, etc)
Gods / Goddesses / Spirits
Eostre –  (Anglo-Saxon)
Aphrodite - (Greek)
Gaia - (Celtic)
Gaea - (Greek)
Venus - (Roman)
Athena - (Greek)
Aurora - (Roman)
Eos - (Greek)
Isis – (Egyptian)
Freya - (Norse) 
Persephone - (greek)
Cybele - (Roman)
The Green Man - (Celtic)
Odin – (Norse) 
Osiris – (Egyptian)
Pan – (Greek)
Thoth – (Egyptian)
Adonis – (Greek)
Apollon –  (Greek)
Apollo - (Roman)
Need some suggestions to celebrate? I've got you covered.
High energy celebrations and ritual
Deep cleaning of the hearth and home
Nature hikes
Visiting farmers markets
Making preserves
Create a fae garden
Create a seasonal altar
Abundance/Prosperity ritual
New beginnings ritual
Low energy celebrations 
Wear pastels
Create flower crowns
Light a candle with scent correspondence
No spoon celebrations 
Opening a window
Journaling Prompts
Keeping hydrated
Drink floral tea
Rest
How you celebrate the holiday does not matter. You can choose to do any activity that feels right. These are only suggestions and remember that you're enough no matter what.
Also please note some stuff is UPG. A great book is Year of the Witch by Temperance Alden for honouring the celebrations and if you wanted to work more seasonally. It's not Wiccan-based and has plenty of resources for every witch.
Feel free to post how you celebrate in the comments or reblogs!
Want to see more of my posts? Check out my Wheel of the Year Masterpost or my Main Masterpost.
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ghcstao3 · 4 months
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Retirement is supposed to be peaceful—at least, that's what Price had told Ghost. He'd said that, while the quiet is unnerving at first, you settle into it relatively easily until it's something in which you find solace. You learn to relax your shoulders if only a little bit, and you rediscover small joys you had completely forgotten about when your entire life was routine, routine, routine.
And now Ghost is starting to believe that the old bastard had been lying to him if only to talk him down from a ledge.
Because retirement is anything but peaceful. Sure, it's nice to be able to cook his own meals and have more downtime for his reading, and sure, it's nice to not have to be so hyper-vigilant in his own space for once—but God knows he knows nothing of the experience of silence when his neighbour is so goddamn loud.
Maybe it's Ghost's fault for choosing to live in a flat—he could find himself a home in the countryside without issue, he's sure of it, if only it didn't require so much effort and paperwork—but at the same time, he feels totally blameless. Because he is.
His neighbour, however, is not.
Now, Ghost has never encountered this person before. Never ended up stepping out as the same time as them, never bothered to introduce himself when he moved in. All he knows is that the person directly across the hall from him has no concept of respecting one's neighbours in terms of volume.
Be it making a racket in the wee hours when, presumably, making breakfast, or be it playing music or movies far too loud, or hell, be it talking to themselves about something Ghost needn't know the gist of, whoever it is knows no quiet. And it's getting on Ghost's last nerve.
He doesn't feel it quite warrants a formal noise complaint, but he does think it needs an intervention. If Ghost had to be forced out of the military due to injury, he's very well going to make the most out of his retirement.
Which involves silence.
Ghost waits until he knows his neighbour is home, if evidenced by the loud clashing of pots and pans in their kitchen, to go over and knock to finally, hopefully talk something out, but he too soon discovers that the plan is entirely useless.
Because as Ghost knocks and knocks, it's as if his neighbour doesn't hear him. Even in the lulls of little to no noise, there's absolutely no response. It's unbelievable.
He knows confrontation isn't everybody's thing—it's barely his own—but Christ. At least he'd answer the door.
Ghost leaves a note instead. Slips it beneath the door and retires to his own flat, hoping that his neighbour could at least bother to read.
And they must. Because Ghost realizes, over the course of the next few days, he can finally hear his own thoughts again.
A week goes by, and it's blissfully quiet. Maybe Price hadn't been such a liar after all.
Two weeks go by, and... Ghost realizes that no, Price is still a liar. The complete silence isn't peaceful at all, not when he'd grown so accustomed to noise.
Maybe Ghost had overreacted.
He's on his feet and across the hall before he has time to think about it, fist hovering over the door, unsure if he should knock. It didn't work last time, but he feels an apology should be spoken, not written, so certainly it's worth—
The lock on the other side clicks, and suddenly Ghost has no choice. The door swings open to finally reveal his mystery neighbour, and... oh.
Oh.
"Well, hello. Can I help you wi' somethin'?"
Ghost tries not to wince at the man's volume, though he doesn't think he's all that successful. Years of wearing a mask had not done well for him and keeping his expressions schooled.
But loudness aside... the lilt of his neighbour's Scottish accent is otherwise... pleasant. Rough in a way Ghost finds far too enticing, and brimming with life in a way his own deadpan never has been.
He tries not to linger on that thought.
"I'm..." Ghost wets his lips, feeling strangely nervous. "I wanted to apologize for my note. It wasn't very... it was rude. So I'm... sorry."
Since when is talking to new people nerve-wracking for him? Ghost must be going soft.
The man tilts his head. There's a slight furrow in his brow, and Ghost assumes it's because he's recalling the note to put a face to its scribbled words.
Ghost assumes wrong.
"Sorry, could you... repeat that for me?"
Ghost frowns. That was... not at all what he was expecting. So much for apologizing for his own note when his neighbour is going to be a prick anyway.
He opens his mouth to bite back a response, but not before his neighbour's eyes are widening and he's frantically gesturing in surrender.
"I don't mean to... I'm only asking because I'm deaf," the man hurriedly explains. "I don't... I've never been good at readin' lips."
And, well. If that doesn't answer every one of Ghost's questions.
His first thought is that he'd been stupid for not thinking of the possibility. His second is thank God for Roach.
Tentatively, Ghost raises his hands, a little out of practice but familiar nonetheless with sign language. Now he just feels even more like an arse.
"Want to apologize," Ghost repeats. "For the note."
A grin slowly appears on his neighbour's face at the use of sign, responding with enthusiasm despite the rocky start and the reason for Ghost's being there.
"My fault," the man says, shaking his head. "Never realize how loud I'm being."
"Still sorry." Ghost offers out one of his hands, finger-spelling with the other, "Simon."
"John," the man replies aloud, his smile warm as he shakes Ghost's hand. There's an awkward moment after their hands fall back to their sides, and for a second Ghost considers just turning and leaving, but thankfully John saves him from that.
"Well, I have to get to the shops," John says, and right, he'd just been leaving, "but I'll see you around?"
Ghost nods, and that seems to be enough for John to brush past, closing his door behind him.
That was certainly... something. At the very least, a better outcome than Ghost had been anticipating.
He should call Price. Tell the man that his idea of retirement is entirely twisted—because clearly he doesn't have a neighbour like John, who Ghost fears just might find a way to worm himself into Ghost's post-military life one way or another.
Maybe he shouldn't have left that note after all.
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whore4abby · 4 months
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salt & sugar; ellie williams
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a/n; this was in my drafts for over a month and i finally finished it today lol and i kinda hate it
summary; ellie’s birthday surprise fails, so she makes it up to you in different way
warnings; smut - cunnilingus (r!receiving), mdni
wc; 0.9K
the kitchen is a delightful chaos, with flour dusting the countertops and mixing bowls scattered across the table. ellie had practically dedicated her entire day in the kitchen, the air filled with a cacophony of pots and pans clanging together. every time you even came near to the kitchen she would lovingly yet firmly shoo you away promptly, yelling about how you’re gonna ruin the surprise.
the sides of the cake smudged with swirls of frosting, giving it a gorgeous and imperfect appearance. the top adorned, with a layer of pink sprinkles that are haphazardly scattered and despite its messy appearance, you cant help but fall in love with the gesture of ellie baking for you.
in the end, it's not about the messy appearance or the not so flawless execution. It's about the intention and the effort.
your heart practically melts as ellie proudly presents the cake to you with a beaming smile filling her freckled, sun-kissed face. “happy birthday, gorgeous!”
you rush over to her, looking at her with big doe eyes. “ellie….you really made me a cake? thank you, thank you!” you can't contain your joy as you lean in to give her a tender kiss. and the realisation hits you like a wave - ellie had actually went through all the trouble of making you a cake and a giggle escapes your lips.
she slices you a generous portion of the cake and waits expectantly for you to take a bite. you happily scoop some of the cake onto your fork and you take a bite, expecting a burst of sugary goodness. however, your taste buds are greeted with an unexpected and overwhelming saltiness. and you instantly recoil at the sour taste. “ellie- what the fuck?!”
“ellie you used salt instead of sugar…!” you groan and watch her full lips form an ‘o’ shape as she realises her mistake. “fuck baby, i just ruined your birthday huh?”
you pout and shake your head, “god no! baby it doesn’t matter….the fact that you even went through all this hassle to make me a cake in the first place is the sweetest thing ever.”
you lean up to give her a kiss on her lips, lingering there for a couple seconds before pulling away and giggling, “but you’re probably the worst baker i know…”
ellies face scrunches up as she tries to defend herself, giving you a little frown. but her defense quickly falls apart, as she knows it’s true, she’s a terrible cook, her shoulders fall in defeat and she runs her hands through her messy hair.
”hey….hey, it’s okay.” you coo softly and tuck some stray hair behind her ear before planting kisses across her flushed cheeks. “ellie it really doesn’t matter. i love you, okay?”
a wave of relief washes over ellie as her eyes crinkle at the corners, smiling coyly as she nods her head. her expression soft and content as she sighs, “mhm…i love you too.” she reaches out and gently tucks some of your hair behind your ear, just the way you had done so for her seconds earlier.
ellie leans in and starts to kiss you languidly, her tongue gently swiping against yours as she pushes her hands into your hair. a soft moan escapes both of you as the kiss deepens. eventually you both surface for air and gaze at eachother with an undeniable lust.
“can i make it up to you?” her wide eyes filled with desire as she hoists you up onto the counter and drops to her knees in front of you, manoeuvring you to quickly pull off your shorts and push your panties aside. you nod dumbly, your breath hitching in your chest as she exposes your cunt to the open air, your body trembling in anticipation for what she’s about to do.
ellie looks up at you through her thick lashes, her fingers graze against your inner thighs and up towards your waiting pussy. “so wet already, baby~” she runs her fingertips over your slit and collects up all the slick pooled there and smushes it over your clit.
she leans in and with the first stroke of her tongue, she already has you whimpering out her name and begging her for more. she pushes her face against you, bumping into your clit with her nose as she licks up and down the silky skin.
ellie finally plunges her tongue into your pussy, rubbing circles over your clit with her thumb as she fucks you with her tongue. she’s lapping up at your slit and tasting you as your back arches up into her and you cry out in pleasure. “fuck….ellie. please don’t stop~”
you thrust your hips upward and gently tug on ellie's hair as the moans and whines continue to spill from your lips as she continues to lick and suck at you, tormenting your clit and flicking her tongue against it harshly.
you’re panting, absolutely consumed by the pleasure that ellie is able to coax from your body, your grip on her hair tightening as you get closer to cumming right into her mouth.
she flattens her tongue and holds it flush against you, shaking her head side to side, slurping up at your sopping hole and moaning into you. “g-gonna cum….els, fuck~” you whine, your thighs clamping around her head as you grind into her face as you cum.
the taste of you still lingering on her tongue as she stands up straight again and connects your mouths lazily, tongues meeting messily and letting you taste yourself.
you pull away and press your forehead against hers, smiling at her dreamily as you look into her blown pupils and listen to her low voice whispering to you, “happy birthday, sweet girl.”
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quitesins · 2 years
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Katsuki Catching you on the Sims
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Tags: Sfw, suggestive, fem!reader, friends to lovers, short drabble, no edit just vibes
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“Is…is that us?” The voice startles you and you immediately go to cover your screen, embarrassment hitting you like a truck.
“What- no- Kats’ what-” You scramble out the words, snapping your head to the side.
“Oh it fucking is, isn’t it?” You can hear the smirk, Katsuki shoving you lightly to the side and taking seat. “Go on, show me.”
You shake your head harshly, still clutching the laptop, not making any moves to close the game.
“Nah, I wanna see.” Katsuki can be stubborn and you know you aren’t going to get out of this one.
“Fine…” You whisper out, reluctantly slipping your hands down and finding the mouse pad.
God, it’s embarrassing.
You can’t even try to hide the resemblance between the character of your game and the man beside you. His name is in bright capital letters, admitting your lies for you.
“Huh, it really is me.” Katsuki muses, eyeing his Sims counterpart. “Got my skull shirt and all.”
The sim in question walks around the screen, throughout a large but homely house. The two of you watch it for a moment, when suddenly a notification pops up. Oh no.
“This sim is feeling…” Katsuki starts to read, and you wish for the ground to swallow you. “Flirty?”
You don’t even want to look at the screen anymore, but Katsuki does, following along the character as the camera pans. Soon another sim is in view. One that’s evidently you. And before you can even attempt to pause the game, divert the character away or even throw the laptop off you, there goes Katsuki’s sim, pulling yours into a kiss. A grand, dramatic, and undeniably salacious kiss.
Not a word is said. All you can hear is your own heart beating tremendously. You wonder if he can hear it. Then, abruptly and loud, Katsuki laughs.
A genuine- from the belly- laugh. He doesn’t stop, even when you shake him in protest, whining that he’s being a prick. There’s tears in his eyes, his head is tilted back and his hands rest on yours as they jab at him lightly. If you weren’t so flustered you’d probably appreciate the rare display of unrestrained joy.
“Shut the fuck up! Katsuki!” The laptop is pushed off you by now, and you’re practically atop of the man, shaking him to stop.
His laughter starts to taper but with a chuckle still in his voice, he says. “You’re an idiot, y’know that?”
Katsuki doesn’t give you a moment to take in the words, already pulling you to him, clutching your face in his hands and kissing you.
One grand, dramatic, and undeniably salacious kiss.
It surprises you for a second, but then you melt, almost asking for more. You’re on his lap, by your own movements and his. Nothing on your mind but the feeling of his lips against yours.
When the two of you finally pull apart, you can see how he blushes, how his chest falls and rises. Just like you- he’s in his own fluster.
“Could’ve just asked.” He breathes, the two of you calming. “I’d give you anything from that shitty game.”
The hint of jealousy makes you giggle, resting your head on his shoulder. “Even the multi-billion dollar house I designed?”
You can tell he rolls his eyes, but his voice is soft and full of love.
“Yeah, even the fuckin’ world.”
-
“Holy fuck [Name], do we have kids in this shit?”
“KATSUKI!! STOP LOOKING!!!”
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I’m currently trying to re-download sims because the last I played was when I was 16 and I miss it! Bout to make my whole genshin team and start a fight club 💪
Edit: this is getting loads of reblog comment thingies and I really want to say thank u!!! But IDK HOW TO REPLY??? THIS APP IS SO HARD TO USE???!??
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pierregazly · 6 months
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ambivalence ꨄ george russell
george russell x fem!gasly!motogp!reader
warnings: mentions of george's crash/dnf from singapore, sad!george, poorly translated french. [wc: 1.5k words]
in which george doesn't know how to feel; he's devastated about his own finish... or lack thereof, but the love of his life just finished P2 in her own race and he can't help the joy from taking over.
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mercedesamgf1
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mercedesamgf1 he fought SO hard out there. 💪 a heroic effort by george. unlucky to miss out on a well-deserved podium, right at the very end.
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username absolutely gutted for george... but yall really couldn't show up to the podium for your other driver cuz of this??? slimy lol
username it wrecked my heart watching the last 5 mins of that race honest to god (lets celebrate no rbr in the top 3 tho !!!)
username guy signs his contract and starts this shit? sounds like a bit of a mistake huh
username george :((((
yngasly 💗💗
liked by mercedesamgf1 username congrats on ur p2 finish yngasly!!! you deserved it so much
username id sooo have such an ick if i were yngasly rn and my bf and brother both sucked at their jobs today while you kicked ass.... embarizzzing
yngasly
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yngasly what an incredible weekend, and an even better race! so proud of the whole team, and honoured to be taking home the p2 trophy this weekend. ciao italy 🇮🇹
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pierregasly nous savons tous qui est le gasly le plus talentueux 💪 (we all know who the most talented gasly is)
pierregasly proud of you! 🤍
username that's our fav motogp girl, kicking ass as always yngasly!!!
username god im so obsessed with her
username she was SO close to that p1 position i was screaaaaaming at my computer omf
georgerussell63 proud of you lovely 💗
georgerussell63 can't wait to celebrate with you when i get to see you angel
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The plane left the tarmac almost 7 hours ago, just a few short hours left until it landed in Singapore. The plane’s shifty Wi-Fi allowing you to watch the current race going on in the Singapore streets, your boyfriend maintaining a good speed, and a good position throughout most of the race.
Your stomach dropped immediately when the commentator’s voices picked up, George’s name dropping from their lips as the cameramen panned to his car.
The inner turmoil started the moment you watched the replay of the Mercedes hit the wall during the final lap. You, alongside every other person watching the race, were not expecting such a dramatic end to an even more dramatic race.
It had been an incredible day before this, your own P2 finish still pushing high levels of joy through your body. It had been an exhilarating race, after qualifying in P6 just the day before, you were able to jump up 4 positions, holding everyone off behind you as you maintained your speed and composure to finish the race in your highest finish this season.
You were almost immediately carted off to the airport once all your media responsibilities were completed. You had booked a flight to Singapore that would get you there just a few hours after George’s own race was over, allowing you to surprise him after weeks of being apart.
What you didn’t expect was the internal dread that was currently encompassing your body, unsure of how George would react when you arrived at his hotel door after how his race just ended. He would be happy to see you, regardless, but would he be upset at you for coming after the end of your own successful race? Would he want to be alone? Would you end up having to spend the night in Pierre’s room, leaving George to wallow in his own self-pity?
It was all you could think of as the map showed the flight radar on the screen in front of you, the estimated time of arrival dwindling down the closer you got.
You had texted George the moment you saw his crash.
Are you okay???
That looked bad
I saw the video of you walking away, you looked like you were in pain… I’m so sorry mon amour :(
You drove an amazing race… I’m so proud of you
If you want to talk you know you can call me, I love you :(
He had let you know he was a little sore and would probably be back to the hotel late so he likely wouldn’t be calling you tonight. It’s what prompted you to call Pierre the moment you were off the plane, the phone ringing a few times before he picked up.
“Incredible race! I watched a bit of it before we had to get in our cars, you kicked ass. Jumped up 4 places and everything, let’s goooo,” he trailed off the end with a small ‘woot’ of celebration, his gigantic smile prevalent even through the phone.
“Thanks Pear, but I wasn’t calling about the race. My flight just got into Singapore; do you think someone from your team could come pick me up? Or like anyone? George doesn’t know I’m here… it was supposed to be a nice surprise.”
The sigh was loud through the phone, Pierre agreeing to have someone from Alpine come to the airport.
“You should know… George is devastated. Charles says he was crying his eyes out when he saw him walk by, said it looked like he was super distraught. I don’t know how happy or excited he is going to be about your race today.”
The tears sprouted to your eyes immediately, you had already seen on social media that George may have been seen crying, but to hear it directly from someone who had seen him… the sadness wreaked through your body.
“I don’t care about my own race, right now. I’m happy enough for myself, he needs someone to be there for him.”
It didn’t take long for someone from Alpine to pick you up and drop you off at the hotel. You had bothered one of the men from George’s PR team earlier in the day to text you what room number and hotel he was staying at, promising him it was all for a surprise that wouldn’t cause any issues for George or the team.
Your knuckles rapped against the door in front of you, sounds from inside the room halting the noise encompassed the air. You couldn’t tell if he was coming to the door or not, no noise now coming from the room. Just as you were about to knock again, the door swung open to reveal your boyfriend.
His red-rimmed and puffy eyes were the first thing you noticed, a clear indicator that he had been crying. The small smile that grew on his face was real, a tiny bit of happiness shining in his eyes as he took in who was in front of him.
“Oh, Georgie…”
You dropped your bag to the floor, pushing your body into his. His arms wrapped around your frame, his head pressing into the junction where your neck and shoulder met, your own arms wrapping around his taller frame. You played with the hair at the nape of his neck, holding him as tight as you could, allowing him to push any emotions he was currently feeling into the hug.
“What are you doing here?” He murmured into your ear, his arms tightening around your body as if he was trying to fuse the both of you together.
Shrugging in his arms, you continued to hold his frame tightly in your own. “Thought it would be a nice surprise, was going to fly with you to Japan after and spend some time with you. Haven’t seen you in a while, I guess.”
George pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head before pulling away, a sad smile falling on his lips. “You drove an incredible race today, my love. I’m so proud of you.”
You couldn’t help the pull at your heartstrings as he praised you for your own race, even after the devastating end to his own. It was obvious he was trying to keep the sadness at bay, to not ruin your own accomplishments.
“Thank you, mon amour. I don’t want to talk about my race, though.”
George grabbed your bag as he gestured for you to walk into the room, allowing the hotel door to slam behind you as he placed the luggage next to his own. “I don’t really want to talk about my own race, either. I’d much rather talk about yours.”
He pulled you onto the king-sized bed, immediately wrapping his body around your own as you snuggled into his chest. You could feel his heartbeat against your ear, his fingers rubbing soothing circles on the indent of your spine through your shirt.
“I feel like such an idiot. I’m not a rookie, I shouldn’t be making those kinds of mistakes, I lost complete control of my car at the worst possible time and cost myself one of the best finishes this season. It’s not fair,” he choked the words out, his nose pressing into your hair as he took a deep breath, trying to keep the inevitable tears at bay.
“Georgie… it happens, mistakes happen. It sucks, don’t get me wrong, but we all make mistakes. Do you know how many fuckups I’ve had this season? Don’t get me started on how many Pierre’s had, it doesn’t make you rookie-caliber to mess up one race. You’ll come back stronger from this; I swear.”
You could feel the small shrug of his shoulders as he pulled your body closer to his own, a light press of his lips to the crown of your head the only indication that he heard you.
“I can’t believe you got P2. I was trying to watch it while we were getting ready, someone said you jumped up 4 places huh?”
You nodded your head, a bashful smile pulling onto your lips, “It wasn’t that impressive, I’ve done it before.”
George nudged your side, prompting you to look up at him, a small smile edging onto the Brit’s lips, “That was your highest finish of the season though, darling. I’d say that’s pretty impressive, no?”
“I don’t want to overshadow how you’re feeling to be happy about my own race, mon amour. That’s not fair to you.”
Nudging you again, you felt his fingers dig into your ribs lightly, an indication he was telling you to stop talking. “You’re not overshadowing how I feel, I’m devastated, and I’m pissed at myself for how my race finished. It doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to be happy for you, to feel some type of joy over the fact my best friend just finished P2.”
Leaning up, you pressed your lips to his gently, a ‘thank you’ imbedded in the way your lips moulded together. George pulled you closer, pulling back to rest his head against your own once again.
“At least my crash damage numbers aren’t as high as your brothers. Did you see he finally hit the millions a few days ago? Knew he’d beat me there.”
“Oh my god, George. Not everything has to be a competition between you and my brother.”
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𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ in the mornings ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚
ft: isagi.
notes: more morning fluff to feed your soul (and the smallest bit of angst, too) ₊˚⊹⋆
warnings: slight sexual content, slight swearing too (no explicit mentions)
part/series: 1.0 2.0 3.0
wc: 2643
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guys morning isagi has a chokehold on me
ok maybe all of isagi has a chokehold on me.
like you can't tell me the man is NOT a warm cuddle sleep love perfection isofjsdf
mans so genuine and sweet god im laufey lovesick
listening to rach 2 [start at 20:40, it's gorgeous] while writing makes me feel even more (yes i linked it it's amazing)
sunlight is just a daily morning occurrence when isagi yoichi's around.
"you sleep well, baby?" his arms come around the small of your back and across your body, centering you firmly on the warm, hard planes of his chest. it was a very long night, after all, you grin to yourself.
isagi smiles down at you, blue eyes bright and all. way too bright for eight in the morning. and still, you're filled with fondness, because this man, talent and cuteness personified, is yours.
you murmur up at him. "who's got you smiling like that?"
he swoops down tantalizingly close until your lips are just a hairsbreadth away from touching. you can feel a warm ghost of air flutter across your face. leaning in closer, you-
isagi pulls away with a smirk and you groan. "definitely not you," he hums and leaves the bed. sighing to yourself in half exasperation and half amusement at your boyfriend's antics, you spare a glance over at his retreating form.
"don't tell me your ears are blushing again," you call out, but he ignores you, despite the fact that the tips of his ears, are, in fact, slightly red.
cute.
and just seeing this action fills you with joy because isagi yoichi loves you, and damn everything else, because when it's just the two of you, you're light as air and rejoicing in a summer sun. the two of you, on the beach in italy, relaxing on warm, silky sand.
you're still a little sore from last night (isagi normally is a little different from isagi in bed) so you fall down into cozy, white sheets, and dream of nothing but happiness.
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is this man even real
well he's in an anime so he's not but like that's not my point
where can we get these blue lock guys irl
breakfast is a... marathon.... you'll see...
a burning scent invades your senses as you walk drowsily into the kitchen. briefly, you're distracted by the pull of isagi's back muscles, and you can see the marks of where your hands were wrapped around those muscles last night.
you blush to yourself, before you hear isagi's sheepish voice. pan in one hand, apron stained with grease, and an adorably perplexed expression on his face, he looks at you more than a little embarrassedly.
"i'm telling you, i followed the recipe! i cooked the eggs just like epicurious said but-"
huffing at him in exasperation, you snatch the pan from his hands and scowl down at the offending iPad housing the recipe that caused this mini-disaster.
isagi's by your side in a flash, looking everywhere but your eyes and very much like a kicked puppy.
"you're not mad, y/n, are you?" you're not, of course, just amused and a little sorry for isagi (because this lowkey happens every other weekend), but you decide to try a little... experiment.
letting the sun warm your face gives you ammunition for what you're about to do next. you raise your eyebrows at him, give him an unimpressed stare, and sigh.
you start off a little slow. "it's fine, isagi, just-" you push him away mock-tiredly and plop yourself down on the coach.
it's around two and three quarters mississippis before he comes right by your side. blue eyes startingly clear and misty with emotion, looking at you like that's enough to make tides move, end the world, and stop your heart.
like you're the one glimmering light in a world of darkness. like you're the only thing that matters.
that look sends a pleasant burst of heat through your veins, and you almost want to give up the ruse. not yet, you chide yourself. just a little bit longer.
his voice's soft, low, and melting your insides. "i'm so sorry, y/n, you have to forgive me. baby- i was only trying to make breakfast for you, and it just-"
you sigh despite yourself. in spite of being one of the world's best strikers, isagi yoichi's pretty lacking on some other basic human survival skills. common sense is a little uncommon these days.
"i mean, how did you manage to burn an egg and ruin my pan? and spill milk on the floor without even cleaning it up?"
"i spilled milk-?"
you're starting to get a little frustrated, even though this all started off as a harmless act. "it's right there, dripping on the floor, isagi."
and he looks so distraught that you just want to wrap him up in your arms, mold yourself to his warm frame, hold him tight and never let him go. you know what isagi's about to do (it's what he does best, although you'll never admit it).
he goes in for a hug. a special hug, á la yoichi. it's one more comforting than warm coffee on a hot day, one more loving than words can even describe. it takes your breath away every time, even more than the gorgeous view of the city of stars mapped onto a blanket of inky, purple sky you see every month.
hikes on mount jiju are worth it.
and in that hug, isagi says all he needs to say and volumes more. a delightful rush of heat courses through your veins, magnetizing and all-consuming. like that, your lips press his like a moth to a flame, splendidly, effervescently, totally consuming you whole.
you feel all of him. toned arms clinging to you like it's the last time he'll ever hug you, lips gently coaxing yours apart with a soft sigh on your end as you melt into the utter beauty of the kiss. the way your arms slot perfectly just underneath his neck, like you were made for each other.
he presses his lips even firmer on yours, passionate and all-consuming. you think you can feel your heart melting into a little, happy puddle of warmth and everything isagi yoichi. your mind's consumed whole with the blazing inferno of heat warming your heart completely, and the sheer mindnumbingness of your boyfriend's kisses.
then, you two break apart. cheeks flushed, breathing heavy. his eyes meet yours, and you think you might cry with the pure love and passion practically shining out of them. suddenly, you feel utterly whole and human in a way.
you can even feel the press of his coc-
"do you forgive me, y/n?" isagi distracts you from your... thoughts.
"i wasn't ever mad," you smile up at him. spills of milk and broken pans are temporary, they're easily mendable. but love and emotions and memories, now that's forever.
he picks you up gently as a porcelain doll and suddenly you're on your bed, the white sheets warmed by the sun. featherlight kisses make their way down your neck, and he traces absentminded patterns on your chest with warm, gentle fingers.
indelible marks on your skin showing your love.
"may i?" he smirks, moving further south.
"i thought you'd never- ahh- ask-" you breath out a soft sigh as you feel his lips press soft kisses on the inside of your thighs.
"fuck being a gentleman," he says, and it's your last coherent thought before you really feel all of isagi. you fall underneath the spell of the sun and the sheets, completely and utterly blissful.
it's always the two of you, broken down to sand, it's the two of you. you and isagi yoichi, together.
and that's enough.
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GAWDAMNN WHATTT
i did NOT think that was how it was gonna play out LMAOOO
lowkey i never have any set plans, like i just write and write and yeahhhh
that would be an amazing ending, but now i want to reverse the roles a little bit!!!
a fresh coffee spill glares at you from on your computer, a silent, undeniable sign that maybe mornings aren't the best time for working.
especially not mornings like these. (your mind heats up at thoughts of just hours before, skin on skin and lips on lips and you two just-) shaking your head to clear it, you try to focus on your work again.
you can hear isagi puttering around the house. he's a real house husband, truly, doting and all. even if the tasks he does aren't exactly the best results, they're certainly intented with the best result in mind. effort is what matters most in your eyes.
"hey, baby," he comes in with bangs tied up with a red bandana, sweat slightly beading on his brow, and looking totally and utterly adorable.
"it's giving housewife from the 80s," you tease him and he makes a mock-affronted noise.
then, he seems to change his mind. "actually, being a housewife's tough work," he nods sagely, "and i think good housewives deserve rewards, don't they?" he says this with such a straight face that you can't help but crack a smile, despite your macbook's bright screen shining up at you a reminder to get back to work.
you lean in to peck him on the cheek.
"i think a kiss should be sweeter, don't you?" he smirks,
he smirks, and leans in, but you back away. despite the warm tinge of heat you can feel emanating from his body, soft and sure and everything you want. despite that fire courses through your veins, threatening to set you and everything around you ablaze.
somehow, you manage to affect a tone sweet and soft and languid as honey. "if you kiss me, i don't think i'll be able to finish my work."
isagi lets out a soft, low laugh. "when'd you start becoming so hardworking?" he leans in closer, and closer, and like the bewitched lover you are, you're powerless to back away.
then, you feel the absence of warm heat, and only the soft scent of isagi's shampoo.
"get your work done, y/n," he whispers with a smile, and then he's gone. you're left alone with only thoughts, a half-spilled cup of coffee, and a undeniably empty word document.
time passes, yet your productivity remains frustratingly low.
11:39 A.M., your computer blinks up at you and you resist the urge to slam it shut. time's moving slow, but not sweet. slow as a snail slowly inching past your door, and your head's muddled with thoughts of precisely nothing.
you're walk down and your eyes are met with the sight of a cheerful isagi, covered in a form-fitting plaid shirt that's faded and a size too small, hair tied up in bandanas and all, talking with a delivery girl up ahead.
said girl is very clearly starstruck, and it sends a ray of sunshine through your otherwise very grey, very tired brain.
sometimes, you forget that your boyfriend's a striker celebrity. you smile fondly, going up to receive the forlorn pizza in her waiting hands, when you freeze. it's like ice freezes in your veins, slowly threatening to swallow you whole.
she's giggling at something he said, twirling her hair behind her ears, and, oh- it fills you with a hollow pit of jealousy and a frightening feeling of rage.
she's flirting with your boyfriend.
and you see her grab onto his arm- oh- it's like a bucket of cold water's dumped onto your head and now the rose-colored reality of earlier this morning is no more. you aim to walk forward, to give that girl a piece of your mind, and you notice her lean into him.
oh- and the second you don't see him back away, it's like something's stabbed your heart, piercing it into pieces and shattering it whole. suddenly, you don't have the fight, the energy. looking on helpless for a moment that feels like forever, you're oceans apart.
heart thudding fast, you feel the emotions threaten to spill over your cheeks. soft tears cascading down in a never-ending waterfall and forcing you into an melancholy abyss.
isagi looks back then, and you see a confused quirk of his lips before his eyes widen.
"thanks for the pizza," he looks down at her nametag, "val," before he runs towards you. you see her shocked, indignant face, and you can't help but feel a gleam of fury.
"get the hell away from my boyfriend," is all you say before she huffs and shuts the door and you collapse into isagi's waiting arms.
"baby, don't cry," you hear his voice crack and his hands rub soothing circles onto your back.
you scoff. "oh, please, isagi. i saw the way you two were flirting. good for you, she's a great catch-"
he cups your face in his hands so gently you can almost feel your heart begin to mend itself. it's a mindbending stare that sets all your nerves alight. long fingers wipe your tears away gently, and you can see his eyelashes and watery eyes too.
"it's not what it looks like."
you sigh, "well, what it looked like to me, was her arm was on yours and she-"
isagi looks at you firmly, eyes entrenching you in that sea of love you want to fall back into. but insecurity nips at you, pulling you back into that dark abyss.
"it's true, but-"
"and i'm just terrified, you know," you whisper so soft the silence's almost serene but not at all, "that you'll leave me-" your voice cracks, "for a better, younger, prettier-"
he presses his lips to yours. it's nothing like the kiss from earlier today, that was pure, raw passion. this one's tender, like you're falling into the arms of a waiting angel.
soft, sweet, and slow.
your arms find their comforting space around his neck, and your world's tumbling on your axis. but his lips on yours, arms a constant warmth on your skin, ground you, and center you. rebuild you, because he's there.
"listen to me, y/n," he whispers so fiercely you can feel the gravity of his emotions and everything else blocked out for a moment but the two of you.
"i will never, ever leave you. never. because there is nobody, more gorgeous, more intelligent, more caring, more kind than you."
"even a gorgeous pizza worker who should be a korean idol?"
isagi's hands come to grasp yours, lovingly, reverently. "definitely not. and you know why?"
"why?" you breathe out softly.
he looks at you with that gaze that could stop tides and set the world aflame. again, like you're the only object of his affection and his whole world's you. it's enough to make any girl cry. "because she's not my y/n. in my eyes, you're the most perfect ever. there's nobody else who's comforted me, helped me, and just loved me as much as you."
each word's punctuated by a wordless deeper meaning that you find yourself remarkably understanding. he loves you.
"i love you to the ends of the earth, y/n. till we grow old, and forevermore, i'll always be with you."
"i-" your breath shutters to a close with the soft press of his lips on yours.
isagi grins at you, smile so gleamingly wide with all the force of a thousand suns you can't look away from it's brilliance.
"i love you too," your lips curve up and are captured immediately with his. fireworks set off in your brain, glorious in their radiance and defeaning all your inside thoughts.
because you're isagi yoichi's, he's yours, and nothing will ever take him away from you. for a moment, just being together's enough.
kisses speak unspoken volumes. of memories, of desires, of pure love.
of being infinitely together, forever.
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WOWOWOW i did not have any plan for it would end
isagi's really the sweetest, isn't he? that's how i imagine him, at least, soft cuddles and small smiles. he's not the loudest about his affection, but he shows it in actions that warm you to your core, fundamental things that can rent you asunder, tear your world apart, because of his love.
and when it comes to, we love poet isagi.
ignore the fact that this one's 2x longer than the first i had a lot of ideas okay
a humongous thank you to @benkeibear and @cute-sushi-roll for dividers, idk what i would do w/o u 🫶
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man makes me powerless, you see his normal cute adorable side on the left, and let's just say the one on the left's when he gets really passionate, and i don't just mean on the field ;)
THANK U SM for reading, you all keep me motivated! any reqs you have for the future, don't hesitate to comment! 💖
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MERRY CHRISTMAS AT THE NANAMI'S
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⋆。°✩Genre: Fluff fluff and more fluff
⋆。°✩Synopsis:You nanami and your two daughters end up baking Christmas cookies on Christmas eve and opening presents Christmas day.
⋆。°✩A/N: Not proofread + lowk rushed, so give me grace and happy holidays!
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The sweet sounds of Christmas carols filled the air as you and Nanami took on the task of preparing the gingerbread batter.
Your youngest couldn't resist the allure of the dough batter. Nanami's gentle words didn't fase her as she sneakily grabbed some of the dough batter to eat. Pumpkin, you can't keep eating the dough," Nanami smiled with a twinkle in his eye. You giggled at her continuing to hide away from him while she ate the batter.
It's so gooddd tho," she whined, coming up from the table with a guilt written all over her face as she had some leftover crumbs on the sides of her mouth.
"I know, pumpkin, but we have to save some, or there won't be any for the cookies. Understand?" Nanami's voice carried a tender note as he softly explained.In response, your youngest nodded her head, signaling her understanding."Good," Nanami declared, a warm smile gracing his features as he playfully booped her nose, glad she understood him.
"Alright, so now we have to add the flour in," you instructed,Your oldest, standing by your side egar to make the cookies.Guiding her with gentle precision, you both shared the task of pouring the right amount of flour into the pan.
With the gingerbread batter now perfectly blended, the kitchen transitioned into a creative haven. Flour dusted the air as your family set to work, rolling out the dough and selecting festive cookie cutters. The sweet sounds of Christmas carols harmonized with the joyous chatter, creating a festive vibe of holiday spirit.
Your youngest, unable to resist the allure of the dough, strategically pilfered a few more bites while Nanami pretended not to notice, a playful twinkle in his eye. "Alright, pumpkin, just a little more, but then we really need to save some for the cookies," he teased, earning a mischievous giggle from her.
You and your oldest began crafting the shapes for the cookies from the dough. " god, I can't wait to eat this." Your oldest exclaimed, Together, you meticulously crafted a bunch of different shapes. From perfect circles, endearing gingerbread men, charming snowmen, and even elegant reindeer.The air was filled with the scent of gingerbread, and the countertop displayed a festive array of carefully shaped cookies, ready to be baked into delectable holiday treats.
But before you could register your youngest, put some dough on the tip of your nose. "Woww really pumkin?" You questioned, ready to get your payback. Nanami behind her put some of the leftover dough he had putting it on her nose. Once he did this, you and your oldest put some more dough on her face. The laugher of yalls filled the room but your youngest was super happy cause all she did was eat the dough you three had put on her face.
In a playful twist, before you could fully grasp the situation, your youngest, displaying a sneakiness beyond her years, planted a small dollop of dough on the tip of your nose. "Wow, really, pumpkin?" you questioned, a mixture of surprise and amusement in your voice, already plotting your payback.
Nanami, appearing out of nowhere with a twinkle in his eye, seized the opportunity and added some leftover dough to her nose. "Daddy really!!" She gasped in shock that he would do that to her. You and your oldest joined forces in retaliation, covering your youngest's face with more dough. Laughter filling the room with an infectious joy.
Amidst the doughy laughter and festive chaos, a mischievous glint in your youngest's eyes hinted at an upcoming twist. With a sly smile, she reached for a bowl of sprinkles, clearly plotting her own sweet revenge.As you and the rest of the family exchanged playful banter, unaware of her scheming, she seized the moment. With lightning speed, she showered you with a cascade of colorful sprinkles."Pumkin!" You three laughed at the sprinkles now covered in your hair and all over the floor.
You're so lucky it's almost Christmas," you playfully warned her, a smile gracing both of your faces. "I don't know if Santa is stopping by here," you continued, teasingly casting a shadow of doubt. The sparkle in her eyes quickly dimmed, replaced by a subtle frown. Her hopeful excitement transformed into a plea as she exclaimed, "No, I'm sorry, Santa! I'm sorry!" Her earnest plea hung in the air, a mixture of genuine remorse and guilt.
"Come help me put these in the oven if you want Santa to come," you beckoned, a twinkle of mischief in your eyes. The promise of Santa's visit spurred her into action, and she swiftly darted over to your side, slipping on oven mitts in a determined effort to assist.
After 30 minutes, Nanami quietly approached from behind, joining you in the kitchen to help pull out the cookies. The enticing aroma of freshly baked gingerbread filled your noses."Let's decorate themmm," you suggested, excitement bubbling in your voice. The cookies are now golden brown and smelling delicious.
You four spent the some time decorating the cookies in different types of ways. " Look at my cookies! "Look at my cookies!" your youngest exclaimed, holding up her creations with infectious pride. The array of cookies showcased the unique designs of you, Nanami, and her older sister.
After the cookies were all decorated, you decided it was time for the kids to whine down, getting them into their pajamas and pre paring them for bed.
You and Nanami sat in your shared room together. You and Nanami found yourselves surrounded by the soft glow of holiday lights, wrapping gifts for your children. The air was charged with a mixture of warmth and gratitude."Thank you for letting me be able to live like this, love," Nanami expressed, his voice carrying a depth of appreciation that echoed through the room. The sentiment reflected not only gratitude for the holiday season but a profound acknowledgment of the life you two had built together.
"Kento, you say this every day, and I'm grateful to have you too," you giggled, Playfully, you moved closer, going over to Kento and straddling him, resting your head into the crook of his neck." I love you."Thank you, Kento, for being so appreciative and understanding with me and the kids," you expressed, the intimacy of the moment increasing.
You leaned in and pecked his lips a few times, each kiss carrying a genuine expression of happiness. In those tender moments, you reflected on the significance of having this man in your life. You didn't know where you'd be if you didn't have his man in your life.
Amidst the hushed excitement, you caught the whispers of your two daughters attempting to sneak a peek at their presents. Swiftly, you moved to the door, gently ushering them away with a playful warning that Santa wouldn't come if they didn't go to bed. The soft patter of their hurried footsteps echoed as they rushed to their beds trying to fall back asleep even though they couldn't.
The sweet chaos of Christmas morning unfolded as your daughters eagerly sought to rouse you and Kento from slumber. The urgency in their voices resonated through the room, one daughter calling out, "Mommy, mommy!" with an enthusiastic shake, while the other, equally excited, chimed in, "Daddy, wake uppp!" as she, too, attempted to stir Kento from his sleep.
"I'm up cupcake." Kentos deep groggy voice spoke as he picked up your daughter, pulling her into the bed. You did the same, pulling the girls to be in the middle of you, too. You smiled at the girl in front of you, whipping off some crumbs off her face, signaling she ate some cookies without you letting her but would let it slide since it's Christmas.
"Merry Christmas, love," Kento uttered with a sense of awe, his gaze fixed on you, the the family. Gratitude radiated from his eyes as he acknowledged the profound role you played in shaping the warmth and joy that enveloped the household.
"Merry Christmas, Kento," you replied with a reciprocal smile, the exchange of glances becoming a silent celebration of the love and connection that defined your family.C'mon, let's go open presents!" The excitement built to a climax as your oldest child, full of energy, lost control. she exclaimed, her enthusiasm igniting a spark of joy that danced through the room
You two got up out of the bed, walking down stars with the two of your daughters in the middle, one of them holding kentos hand and the other holding your hand. "Santa cameee!" They let go of your and Nanami's hands, dashing over to the array of presents that awaited them, each gift adorned with their names, promising the joyous unraveling of Christmas magic.
But before the girls even got the chance to open one of their gifts, kento was ready with a garbage bag in hand, ready for them to put their wrapping paper into. A small chuckle came from your mouth at the gesture. He looked over at you a small"what?" Coming from his mouth. You started laughing even harder." Nothing ken you're just really funny. Ready to pick up the girls' paper.
Nanami shot you a small chuckle, turing back to one of the girls as they put the wrapper paper in the plastic bag.
After some time of the girls unwrapping their gifts, it was you, and kentos turned to give each other gifts. He was a rather hard man to shop for always saying he doesn't want anything or you don't have to get him anything because he's happy with the life you blessed him with.
"Kentooo, here's your gift," you announced with a smile, presenting him with a carefully wrapped package. The anticipation hung in the air as he unwrapped it, revealing the new and expensive watch you had carefully chosen for him. As his eyes fell upon the timepiece he had been longing for, a genuine surprise illuminated his face, gratitude and joy blending seamlessly.
"Thank you, love," he expressed, his voice carrying a sincerity that mirrored the depth of his appreciation. he leaned in, pressing a quick peck on your lips. The room filled with 'ewws' and 'yucks' from your daughters, their playful teasing adding a layer of lightheartedness to the moment.
"Whatever," you playfully stuck your tongue out at your two kids, a mischievous smile dancing on your lips. Gratitude for Nanami filled your heart as he handed you an envelope, its contents promising a ticket for a free spa day whenever you desired a break
Additionally, he presented a beautifully wrapped box containing custom jewelry. As you opened it, the delicate pieces reflected a personal touch, and a handwritten letter accompanied them.The letterexpressed the reasons he loved you, making the gift not only visually stunning but emotionally resonant. The room seemed to glow with the warmth of appreciation and affection as Nanami's thoughtful presents.
"Thank youuu kento. I love you."
"I love you too love thank you for everything."
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more college dad lip thoughts….lip coming home one weekend as a surprise and the reader is busy doing something (cleaning or working at home whatever) and his baby girl notices him first and is like DADDY IS HOME KACJOSCJ!!!!!
and lip is like shhhh be quiet it’s a surprise for mommy!! so she’s like oh okay… so then they both sneak up on her and it’s just a cute little thing
this is SO cute oh my god. loved it so much i turned it into a little blurb, enjoy :))
the gallagher house was loud. as lip stepped in the door he was greeted by the sounds of music, laughter, and the sizzling of something on the stovetop. you were laughing loud and genuine in the kitchen with fiona and veronica, carefully tending to the pan on the stove.
"daddy?" emily's little voice greets lip's ears. she's the only one in the living room, sat happily in her playpen with her stuffed ducky and an assortment of toys. he could tell by the coloring page on the coffee table that debbie had been watching her. she pretended she was too old for those things, but secretly she loved coloring more than emmie did.
lip brings a finger to his lips, leaning down to scoop his sweet girl up off the ground. "shh, emmie. it's a surprise for mama, okay?"
"o-tay," emily whispers back.
"i'm gonna count to three, then we're gonna yell surprise. y'got it, eminem?"
"got it!"
lip grins, walking slowly and quietly until he stands in the doorway of the kitchen. "one.. two.. three-"
"surprise!!"
you yell in shock, whipping around with a startled look on your face from the sudden commotion. fiona's hand flies to her chest as she jumps. veronica nearly drops the pan of garlic bread she'd just pulled from the stove. it's quiet, just for a split second, while everyone processes that it's real, that lip's really home, then the commotion doubles.
you cry out in joy, throwing yourself into his arms. "you're home! god, lip you can't scare me like that!" you tell him, hiding a grin against his neck. "emmie girl, did you help daddy surprise me?"
emily nods, breaking out into a large grin.
"well would ya look at that, two years old an' she's already scheming!" fiona puts the knife she's been using to chop vegetables down on the counter and ruffles her brother's hair.
"must be a gallagher!" veronica chimes in, and you laugh, moving away so the rest of the family can get a chance to squeeze and scold their favorite college boy.
end.
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sforzesco · 3 months
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ANTONY: if Caesar doesn't set Sextius Baculus up in a house worthy of Lucullus for all that he did, I'll kill him myself.
so the fun thing about the Caesarians is that there is. weird stuff happening in there. a lot of focus seems to go towards non Caesarian dissent, specifically with the conspiracy of Cassius and Brutus, but there's like. stuff going on in Caesar's own camp that's very Intriguing.
There's a couple places where you can see some clear points that would be grounds for a conspiratorial falling out between Caesar and Trebonius, but from the way that Trebonius tries to seduce Antony over to conspiracy, I wonder if there was a secret third thing that was going on since Antony turned him down but. didn't snitch intriguing!
anyway, all of this is to say that this means I get to invent some shit. like, I'm drawing comics which is already invention, but this is one where I get to really start throwing stuff into the narrative soup because it has to set up three different character arcs (Trebonius, and then Antony twice)
(in theory, this would be explained in the story itself if I did the entirety of the Gallic Wars out as a comic. which I have not done because I do not want to draw horses. I wanted to fuck around with some panel layouts and not draw a single horse, so now I will provide the context and revisit this in the future)
Antony's comment about Trebonius running himself into a grave has to do with the Caesar's Gallic Wars have a lot of men doing a whole lot for Caesar that has me going. hey. hey guys. uh.
specifically, Sextius Baculus:
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The War for Gaul, Julius Caesar (trans James J. O'Donnell)
and the closing comment from Antony is playing on several things: romans claiming gods on their family tree (see: Legendary Genealogies in Late-Republican Rome, T.P. Wiseman for more on this) and then divinization arc of Caesar and Octavian. Antony himself will later be taking part the same kind of god-association that has prompted his disdain in this scene
At any rate, when Antony made his entry into Ephesus, women arrayed like Bacchanals, and men and boys like Satyrs and Pans, led the way before him, and the city was full of ivy and thyrsus-wands and harps and pipes and flutes, the people hailing him as Dionysus Giver of Joy and Beneficent. For he was such, undoubtedly, to some; but to the greater part he was Dionysus Carnivorous and Savage.
Plutarch, Antony 24
and the second layer of thematic fun: Antony's later relationship with his soldiers is something similar to what Caesar had with his here, but ultimately: decayed. Antony's love affair with his military makes his failure to lead well at the end a worse betrayal. at some point I'll talk about Antony's Tormentous Military Nightmare and cite some academic sources, but Linda Bamber's description of the final tragedy of Antony and his men lives in my head rent free
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Cleopatra and Antony, Linda Bamber
where's the fun in doing identity focused tragedy if you don't become unrecognizable to yourself later on! isn't that right mark antony
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