#so im at the church where they told me to meet them and no one is here so ill give them a little longer before i leave

[some-of-us-watch-the-sunset-too]

Can you do headcanons for the gang comforting you after you break up with your s/o of 4 years? 😢 it's your choice if you wanna add that they had a crush on you while you were dating that person or if they're just comforting you as friends! Thank you!

“He doesn’t deserve you”

A/N: i absolutely hate this tbh and went wayyyy off topic but anyway. this does reference the book a lot at the end so pretend bob was never killed by pony. i mean it’s hinted at that bob is the ex but still.

Tags: fluff, all the boys, big protective mama bear darry

Warnings: a bit of violence in this one.

“i really thought he was the one..” Y/N sat on the sofa in the Curtis house crying. “Y/N..i know you loved him, but he was never a good person. why do you think i wouldn’t let him around here? i knew from the start that something bad was going to happen but i didn’t have any reason to think that.” Darry sighed. “i should’ve told you though anyway.” Y/N wiped their eyes “No, no i get that. i just wish that i saw it. now he’s running around with that redhead Soc. why did i think he ever loved me?”

Just then, the rest of the gang piled in the door. “Who do i have to kill?” Steve and Dally said in sync. Y/N laughed. “We’re not going to kill anyone, i’m just going to hospitalise him.” they winked at the boys. there was a silence for a moment. “I think i’m gonna go for a quick walk. Dal come with me.” Darry announced, standing up. “will you be alright Y/N?” he looked back at them. “Yeah i’ll be alright.” they smiled before darry and dally walked out. Soda sighed “they’re gone to beat him up.” “I know” Y/N replied, way too cheerful. “im gonna follow them.” they stood up “Woah there cowboy(g/n) you really think that you can go storming out to beat your ex up?” Two-Bit put a hand on their shoulder. “yea i do. i hate his guts. That’s enough for me to be able to fight god never mind him” they snapped. Y/N quickly hugged Two before running out and down the street. After they ran out he froze. “SHIT.” Soda looked up at him “what?” Two turned to face him slowly. “Y/N took my blade..” It was now everyone else’s turn to freeze. “Shit.” they all said in union.

Meanwhile Darry and Dally were having a ‘chat’ with Y/N’s ex. by chat i mean they were completely kicking his ass. though neither of them had pulled a blade, they didn’t want to fight dirty no matter how angry they were. “Y/N is the sweetest, loyalest, most caring people you will ever meet. They’re like a sibling to me and when someone messes with my family, well, this is what happens to ya.” Darry hissed. Just then Y/N walked in. “Y/N! You’re here to stop them right?” Their ex fell to the ground, blood streaming down his face. It made Y/N feel slightly sick looking at him. “Dar, Dal. i think you got your point across. we don’t want a murder on our hands now do we?” Darry chuckled. “you really think i have that little self control? his nose isn’t even broken.” Y/N leaned down and helped their ex up. They hugged him. “This is what you get.” Before their ex could ask what they mean, Y/N drove the blade of Two-Bit’s blade into his stomach. “What..the fuck..” He whispered. Darry gasped, Dally smirked as if to say he expected it though you could see a glint of fear in his eyes. Y/N pulled the blade out and stuck it back in their pocket. “Dal, where did you say that church was? Windrixville was it?” they asked. “Y-Yea, windrixville.” dally stuttered. “well i guess i have a long journey ahead of me and hey, if they ask where i am say i’m going to Texas.” They wink before walking off into the night, leaving the two boys standing there, stunned.

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #dallas winston #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #steve randle #two-bit mathews #dallas winston x reader #ponyboy x reader #johnny cade x reader #steve randle x reader #darry curtis x reader #sodapop x reader #two bit x reader #darry x reader #sodapop curtis x reader

[skelnexswriting]

“How Copy?”

➪ | Pairing: | Soap x reader

➪ | Warnings: | fluff is toward the end, reunion between soap+reader, mentions of blood & killing. “n/n” means nickname btw.

➪ | Summary: | After the Graves betrayal you get separated from ghost & soap. When you hear that soap is injured, it’s your goal to get to him and patch him up.

➪ | A/n: | idk how to feel about this. But hope you enjoy!

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Everything seemed to be a blur. The betrayal. The fight. It all happened too quickly. You didn’t even get a chance to process anything before you had to run and fight for your life.

You didn’t know where Ghost or soap were. Hell you didn’t even know where you were. The town was quiet. Too quiet. It didn’t help that rain was pouring down. It masked any footsteps, making you go in blind.

Most civilians were driven out the city by shadows. Others were killed by them. Blood stained the streets and houses..Graves was out of control. You knew he couldn’t be trusted..yet no one questioned him. You even told soap but he only replied with, “He’s part of the team love, we gotta trust him.”

So much for that..

But it didn’t matter now. What mattered was that you needed to find Ghost and soap. You needed to know if they were alive at least. Switching between every empty channel, only to be met with the static sounds that emitted from your radio.

“Ghost, Soap how copy..?”

Yet neither of them responded. There was no way graves got them right? You continued your way between buildings, making sure to avoid any where shadows could possibly be.

And just as you were turning a corner you heard ghost’s voice come through your comms. “Soap, Septic..How copy..?”

He was alive. Now that only leaves soap. You pushed down the button on your radio, replying to ghost. “I’m solid.”

“Good to hear. Any sign of johnny”

“Not yet, we could try the next empty channel.”

“Alright, switch over.”

You switched to the next channel, hearing ghost call for soap again.

Still no response.

You grew more worried with each passing second. Your brain playing possible situations that could have happened. You decided to try after Ghost second try.

“Johnny how copy..?”

“Solid.” Soap’s alive. He’s ok. You let out a breath, letting out your previous worries.

“Thought we lost you.”

“Taken a liking to me Lt?”

At least he still has his humor. Ghost replied with something, but you didn’t hear it. You were busy trying to see if there was somewhere that wasn’t infested with shadows. But the call of your name brought you back to reality.

“Septic you there?”

“yeah, i’m here.”

“Good, gonna need our medic to patch up soap.”

You almost forgot soap was shot. Fucking graves. How were you going to get to soap though? You didn’t exactly know where you were or where he was. “Where my gonna find you johnny?”

“Meet at the coffee shop. Then we’ll meet Lt. at the church.”

“Aw wanna buy me a tea?”

“Only for you love.”

“Fucking hell, get a room you two.”

It was funny how ghost was the one to play cupid for you and soap. Maybe now he’s regretting that.

“Regretting playing cupid Lt.”

“It was that or johnny constantly complaining to me.”

Well then..

…

Getting it to the coffee shop was more complicated than you thought it would be. Everywhere there was a shadow..well now it was more like a shadow body.

And it was odd when your murdering someone while hearing about a joke involving two goldfish in a tank..

The jokes went on for the entirety of the time you were making your way to the coffee shop. The jokes were coming from both soap AND ghost. However, ghost jokes were more…dark.

Lets not replay the half a dog one.

Soap beat you to the coffee shop. When you entered he was standing with his back facing toward you. He must’ve not heard you.

“Im in the coffee shop.”

“Get us a tea.”

“Fucking britts.”

You walked closer to soap, making your presence by replying.

“That’s not very nice, now is it johnny?”

You saw his shoulders tense as he turned around (well more like whipped around), before they relaxed again seeing it was you.

“N/n..”

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. You did the same, but being careful as to not hurt his arm more.

“Thought I lost you johnny..”

You felt him squeeze you lightly before pulling back to cup your cheeks.

“I could never leave you darling..”

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead. You knew you would have to cut this moment short because you had to get out of this town. You smiled at soap before taking one of his hands in yours.

“Lets you patch up yeah?”

“Yeah.”

…

It didn’t take long to patch soap up. Only disinfectant solution, and some bandages.

“There all better.”

You stepped back, admiring your work. Soap checked his arm before shooting you a smile.

“Thanks love.”

…

After you patched up soap, you both were able to make it to the church to meet ghost and got out of town with a random truck. Safe to say ghost has an unique..way of driving.

Ghost took all of you to Alejandro’s safe house, where you guys met with rudy again. So now that you were out of harms way you were able to take a better look at soaps arm.

“It needs some stitches.”

Soap only hummed in acknowledgment, so you got to work. Disinfecting the wound and carefully stitching up his wound. While stitching soap, he softly traced shapes on your leg distracting himself.

You finished pretty quick, finishing with a clean bandage around his arm.

“All set Johnny.”

He used his good arm you pulled you in closer giving you a quick peck on the lips.

“Thank you love, seems like I owe you a tea after all this”

“I’m gonna hold you to that Mactavish.”

#modern warfare #cod mw2 #mw2 x reader #mw2 x you #mw2 soap #soap cod #soap x reader #soap x you #soap x y/n #johnny mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish x you

[manicformunson]

eddie and the reader are the complete opposites and cannot stand each other, but after accidentally being locked in a room together at school after a small drug deal, the tension between them grows and is followed by an outburst of an argument followed by them kissing/making out …. turns out they didnt hate each other for nothing, eh?

locked in hell

master list

pairing eddie munson x fem!reader

summary eddie munson is erratic, loud, and rude. reader is sensitive, quiet, and sweet. ever since middle school the pair hated each other, but one day reader is looking to buy drugs for a party and the two get locked in a room together. what could go wrong?

note i love this idea sm and im sorry it took a few days!! enemies to lovers trope gang >>> also i will not be apologizing for the whore this man makes me.

"Come on Y/N, pretty please? It'll be like two seconds tops." Shelia begged Y/N and batting her big fat puppy dog eyes. The two had been invited to a party as long as they bring drugs and although Y/N didn't really care that much about going, it was super important to Shelia. The only problem is the only person either one of them knew sold was Eddie Munson and Y/N would rather die.

"Why can't you just get them?" If Shelia wanted to go so badly she could get the drugs her own damn self, not to mention the mere thought of being alone with Eddie made Y/N's skin crawl. "I have church after school. Please? I'll talk to him and set up the meeting and everything, all you have to do is pick up and pay."

Shelia had squeaked out the last part, paying was not part of the previous deal. "What? You're making me pay too?" She looked at Y/N sheepishly, "I can pay you back, I just don't have any cash right now."

Y/N rolled her eyes, "The shit I do for you. Fine, set it up and I'll be there, but you owe me. Big time."

—ﾉ*.✧

"Okay come on just walk in, get the drugs and leave." Y/N whispered to herself outside of the Hellfire room. Shelia had told her that Eddie usually does his deals out in the woods behind the football field but it was storming pretty bad so he'd prefer her meet him there. Shelia also made sure to mention that teachers normally don't pass the Hellfire room but Y/N wasn't taking any chances.

It didn't even look like anyone was in there when she had peeked through the crack in the door. Y/N took a deep breath before pushing the door open and walking in, making sure to close it so no teacher would take notice of them.

"Well, well you're late Y/N." Eddie said, startling her from where he sat at the end of a small table on what looked like a throne.

Ugh, that voice sounded like nails on a chalk board to her. "It took me a second to find it. Sorry." Y/N set her bag on the table as Eddie pulled out a metal lunch box and opened it. As she was skimming through her wallet for two twenties Eddie spoke up, "It's gonna be $50."

The way he had said it sounded snarky and irritated Y/N, not to mention he was trying to cheat her. "I though you told Shelia it was $40?"

He smirked and shrugged, "Things change, and I charge a late fee." Eddie grabbed the bag and held it up, "What do you even want the drugs for?" Y/N huffed at him as she dug through her bag for any more bills, "To smoke it? What else would I use it for?"

Eddie clicked his tongue at her and shook his head, "Giving me attitude? $55." It took everything in Y/N to not slap that smug ass grin off his face. "Are serious?"

Y/N thought smoke had fled from her ears she was so annoyed with him and it hadn't even been 5 minutes.

"I'm just saying, I can't imagine Hawkins' good girl Y/N doing drugs." He leaned closer to her, "Unless you've gone bad?" Y/N scoffed, who was he to assume anything about her? He was just trying to push her buttons and it was working.

"You know what? I don't even want your stupid ass drugs, they were for Shelia to go to a stupid party which I don't even give a shit about. So I'm leaving."

Y/N threw her money and wallet back in her bag before going to open the door. "What the fuck?" She said, mainly to herself but Eddie heard and came up behind her. He tried to jiggle the knob with no avail and turned to her,

"Did you happen to shut the door?" Eddie asked while looking at her like she was the biggest idiot in the world. "Um, yes? I didn't want any teachers seeing us doing a fucking drug deal?"

Eddie covered his face and couldn't help but laugh, "The knob is broke, it can only be open from the outside. I told your friend we were safe, why didn't you trust me?"

Y/N rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, "As if you're so trustworthy." "Well we're stuck here for the next thirty minutes, maybe an hour thanks to you."

Eddie went to sit back in his throne and began rolling a joint from the bag he was meant to sell. "What are you doing?" Y/N screamed, "We're still in school asshole! I don't want to get in trouble."

He continued until it was rolled nicely and lit it, "Says the girl who was buying said drugs so," Eddie giggled at the way her eye seemed to twitch at him. "God you're a dip shit." Y/N said, once again mainly to herself but Eddie heard her.

It seemed to set something off in him because he jumped up with the joint still between his lips and stalked to her until her back hit the locked door.

"Why are you such a bitch to me?" He seethed, breathing his smoke directly in her face. Y/N coughed a little and looked up at him, frowning. "Quit it asshole." She muttered and Eddie couldn't help but notice the way her neck flushed red all the way down her chest.

He leaned his arm on the wall beside her head and took another hit, this time blowing the smoke away from her. "You know, I think it's because attracted to me."

Y/N almost laughed, almost. "Excuse me?" "Yeah, you're attracted to me because I'm the bad guy, and I think secretly you want a bad guy to come ruffle those perfect feathers of yours. Hm?"

With the joint still lingering between his lips he grabbed her waist, a little roughly making her gasp as he leaned down to whisper dangerously close to the sweet spot on her neck, "Come on, admit it."

Y/N completely ignored how unbelievably right he was, the whole situation was making her a wet gooey mess in his hands but she wasn't ready to admit that to herself yet.

"You're way out of line Munson."

Eddie clicked his tonuge and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, meeting her eyes and fuck, Y/N felt breathless at the way he looked right now.

"Am I? It seems like I'm making you a little nervous." His lips were dangerously close to hers now, Y/N could feel his hot breath on hers and she couldn't take it anymore; Y/N took the blunt and stomped it out on before she yanked him by the hair and smashed their lips together in a fit of horny rage.

"I fucking hate you." Y/N muttered, moaning softly as Eddie's hands jumped at the opportunity to manhandle her tits. His lips dragged their way to her collarbone and bit harshly before bringing his head back up to met her lips once more, "God, shut up." He kissed her with all teeth before turning her around and shoving her against the door.

"You're such a goddamn brat." He whispered in her ear, his hand sliding up the back of her thigh to spank her ass before grabbing it roughly under her skirt.

Y/N hated how good it felt to have him touching her, she hated it even more that she wanted him to fuck her right there against the door. Eddie slid her bag off her shoulder and kissed it before she moaned at his hand reaching in front of her to stroke her clothed pussy.

Y/N heard him chuckle as her eyes rolled to the back of her head in pleasure. "Please Eddie." She couldn't help but beg, the sensation of his hand on her was too much and she needed more. "Jesus, you're really contradicting yourself sweetheart."

Eddie continued to slowly rub his fingers along the outline of her cunt before Y/N felt his lips on her ear. "Telling me how much you fucking hate me and then begging me for what? To touch you?"

Y/N nodded, moaning almost everytime he came close to touching her swollen clit. Shit, Y/N was so loud and even though her moans were really turning Eddie on he couldn't let them get caught by a teacher or Jesus Christ, the Hellfire Club; so Eddie covered her mouth with his free hand and used his other to unzip himself.

Eddie slid his dick between Y/N thighs, slowing sliding it between her wet lips and relishing the pretty sounds she mewled. "Want my dick baby, hm? Can't think of anything else but my cock inside you?" He whispered sickeningly sweet in Y/N's ear, to which she immediately nodded.

Never in a million years did Y/N think Eddie fucking Munson could turn her into a cock drunk whore but here we are.

Eddie pulled away, allowing her to turn around before he grabbed her thighs, dragging her panties off and shoving them in his pocket; Y/N couldn't even register that right now because he immediately hoisted her up and teasing her entrance with his erection.

Frustrated tears threaten to fall as Y/N bit her lip, "Jesus, Eddie please just fucking-"

"Eddie!"

Y/N was cut off by a pounding knock on the door, causing her to freeze as Eddie covered her mouth again. They both stared at each other with wild eyes, her afraid of being caught and Eddie who had a devilish smirk playing on his lips.

He slowly slid in her, making her gasp and clutch the back of her knees. "Henderson." Eddie called out, fuck how was he so calm just sliding in and out of her while she was choking back every sound?

"Eddie? Why is the door shut?"

Y/N couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her when he had chosen to speed up his thrust, her cheeks painted a deep red as Eddie pressed their foreheads together.

"Um hello? Eddie what's going on?" It sounded like the same kid Eddie had called Henderson, followed by a few giggles that Y/N ignored. Honestly she really couldn't think about anything other than Eddie's dick.

"Shit baby," Eddie whispered low when Y/N clutched around him, she was already getting close and wanted to make sure they finished together.

"H-Henderson, gimme five okay? I'm just- fuck." The once cocky Eddie that had started this whole mess was now gasping against Y/N's covered mouth and digging his nails into her thighs in desperation as he tried to focus to make the Hellfire club not aware of their current activities.

"Finishing, finishing a few DND things?" His voice was breathy and Y/N couldn't help but moan at how hot it was to hear, to know that she had made him like this. She had heard a soft, "Um okay?" before the few footsteps retreated down the hall; Eddie uncovered her mouth and gripped her head back to kiss and bite at her neck.

"Lemme, lemme hear those pretty noises baby. Need to hear them." Eddie was gasping as he started pounding into Y/N relentlessly making a few quiet screams claw their way out of her throat.

Eddie had bit a spot right under her ear and her vision had gone white, she was moaning shamelessly and trying her best to bounce back against him before squirting all over him. Fuck the sight of her absolutely loose it and squirting, that was enough to push Eddie over the top. He moaned low in her ear before spilling his seed inside of her and clawing her thighs so hard Y/N was sure there would be little scabs.

"Shit Y/N, that was the hottest fucking thing." Eddie muttered as he gently set her back on the ground, hands still on her waist so she didn't fall. "Y-Yeah." All of the sudden Y/N was overly aware of what they had just done; she was worried about the people that were on the other side of the door and what they would think.

Eddie however, simply picked up the bag of weed she had originally came here to buy and slid it into her bag before sliding it on her shoulder.

"Maybe we could," Eddie grinned and scratched the back of his neck, "Maybe we could do this again sometime." Y/N couldn't help but smile up at his hopeful look and kiss him. She didn't really understand why but it felt right in the moment.

Eddie couldn't help but grab a handful of ass, "So that a yes?" Y/N nodded, "And I'll even let you keep my underwear as a present." She whispered, giggling proudly as Eddie looked a little speechless just before a handful of familiar faces stormed into the room.

The Hellfire Club.

"I'll see you later Eddie." Y/N waved, passing by all the gaping mouths and thinking, maybe Eddie Munson isn't so bad.

#eddie munson #stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x y/n #stranger things fic #hellfire club

[hackerqueen]

Lost without you

a/n: yes im on my period, and yes im crying rn. JakexMC as always

A life went on. It was not the same.

But it went on.

Who would have believed two years ago that we would be where we are at this moment? In the beautifully decorated church where, less than twenty-four months ago, the funeral of one of our friends was held.

The decorative flowers, however, did not overshadow the beauty of the gorgeous bride, who was just walking down the aisle to join her soul there with the man of her life. The organist was playing a wedding tune on the piano, which was now ringing in my ears. I watched, listened and felt their love as they looked deeply into each other's eyes, put on rings or swore fidelity to each other until the end of their days. If someone were to ask me about a couple that went through so many storms and hurricanes together that didn't wipe them off the planet but only made them stronger I wouldn't have to think long.

Hannah and Thomas.

They were perfect. They had survived a nightmare from which they were nevertheless able to wake up, and the life that lay ahead seemed like a long-desired dream.

The wedding was also wonderful. But as I stood in the middle of the crowd, boisterously chanting the names of the new newlyweds a wave of loneliness and alienation hit me like hail on the first days of spring.

Life flashed on, even though it only took one look at each of them for me to know the loss they had experienced. Dan and Cleo stood under the bar and sipped whiskey, drinking up the fact that Richy was not here with them. Jessy sat distant, and although a small smile wandered on her lips, her eyes remained blank.

Similar to mine.

Where had he gone? What had happened to him? Was he still in hiding, or was he now being brutally interrogated by the FBI? He had to be alive. I didn't believe anything else.

Why did he leave me with only the memory of oceanic eyes and the bitter aftertaste of the last three words he wrote to me? I didn't know what feelings accompanied me. Anger, grief, sadness?

All that was certain was that I damn missed him.

What if I never forget him?

What if, all my life when I meet someone new I can never fall for them because they aren't him?

And just like that I started to cry.

I thought we'd have more time. If I had known how our story would turn out I would never have allowed it to end this way. Was it even possible to call it a story? What were we?

A failed potential. A faded picture. A memory.

We were memories that blurred each new morning when I had to wake up and get on with my life.

And even though my heart screamed that this chapter was not yet over, I knew deeply the painful truth. Sensitivity and longing believed that Jake would one day return. Perhaps he will write and explain that this was the only way he could keep us safe. Perhaps he will stand on my doorstep one day and beg for forgiveness. And perhaps he will sit in the last pew at my wedding, when I will finally give my heart to someone else, and I will never know of his presence.

But one thing hasn't changed and never will. I felt a warmth in my heart that told me that the hacker who turned my whole world upside down was alive. In the same city or on the other side of the globe. It didn't matter as long as he was safe.

Despite my gaze blurred by tears, I smiled. We were under the same sky at least.

My gaze then fell on Thomas. The man I had comforted as much as I could two years ago and convinced him to fight on. That his beloved one was alive and together we would find her.

But when he regained the love of his life, I lost mine.

#duskwood jake #duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #jake duskwood #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood fandom #everbyte duskwood #duskwood game #duskwood mc #duskwood everbyte

[princesssarisa]

I've finally reached the last set of tales in Heidi Ann Heiner's Cinderella Tales From Around the World. By some miracle I've managed to work my way through the entire book. The last few tales all have distinctly Cinderella-like aspects, but don't fit into any of the usual Cinderella tale categories (classic Cinderella, Donkeykin, Love Like Salt, or One-Eye, Two-Eyes, Three-Eyes).

*First is the Greek tale of Marietta and the Witch, Her Stepmother. This is chiefly a Snow White variant, but it begins and ends with episodes familiar from various Cinderella tales. Marietta's schoolteacher tricks her into killing her mother so she, the teacher, can marry the girl's father. Once she gets her wish, the stepmother turns against Marietta, and finally, Hansel and Gretel-style, she convinces the father to abandon his daughter in the mountains. But Marietta finds the home of forty giants, who take her in. From this point on, the story is strictly Snow White for a while, with Marietta's stepmother learning her whereabouts and giving her poisoned grapes, the giants placing her body in a gold coffin, which a prince finds, etc. But then after Marietta marries the prince, the plot follows the pattern of several Cinderella stories, as the stepmother turns her into a pigeon, but in the end the prince breaks the spell.

*Next is the tragic Austrian tale of Klein-Else (Little Else), which @countryhumansadorer38 mentioned to me not long ago. As they told me, it's a bit like a cross between Cinderella or Donkeyskin and Rumpelstiltskin... and it's actually a more detailed, literary version of another Austrian Donkeyskin tale called Cistl im Körbl (Head-Basket in Back-Basket) that I read earlier, but didn't fully summarize. The heroine is a baron's orphaned daughter, who flees from her home to escape from the enemies that killed her father, and finds work as a poultry-maid at a young baron's castle. She meets a mysterious knight, who shows her a hoary, hollow rock in which she finds beautiful gowns and money. He then leaves, saying he'll be back to see her again in seven years, and warning her not to forget his name (which he whispers to her, but we never learn). She wears her finery to church, the young baron falls in love with her, and the story plays out like a typical Donkeyskin: the baron finally learns her identity after she slips a jeweled ring into his pancakes. They marry, have children, and live in bliss for seven years. But then Klein-Else realizes that the knight will soon be back, and she's forgotten his name. Worse, she realizes that despite all her wealth as a baroness, she's done nothing to help the poor the way she once vowed she would, but only lived for pleasure with her husband. When the knight appears and she fails to remember his name, he takes her back to the hoary rock, but instead of finery, it now contains horrifying visions of suffering paupers, whom Klein-Else could have helped with her riches but ignored. Soon afterward, when her husband comes looking for her, he finds her slumped against the rock, dead.

**The similar tale of Cistl im Körbl doesn't end this way. The heroine only briefly panics over having forgotten the knight's name, but then she sees a gardener put his small head-basket (cistl) inside his larger back-basket (körbl) and she remembers that the knight's name was Cistl im Körbl. So when he appears, she greets him by name, and he smiles at her and then vanishes forever, leaving her to live happily ever after with her husband and children.

**It's very rare to find a Cinderella story with an unhappy ending, but the examples that do exist (Klein-Else, the Brazilian Dona Labismina, and the Zuñi tale of The Turkey Girl) all turn sad because the heroines forget what they owe to their magical helpers... and in Klein-Else's case, to others in need too. They all seem to be warnings for people who rise from rags to riches, so they won't forget where they came from or be ungrateful to whoever helped them to rise.

*Sodewa Bai (The Woman of Good Fortune) is an Indian tale where the only Cinderella element is the theme of a lost shoe leading the heroine to marriage. Sodewa Bai is a beautiful princess born with a gold necklace around her neck. An astrologer warns her parents never to let her take the necklace off, because it contains her soul, and if anyone else were to put it on, she would die. One day, the princess loses a slipper while playing and picking flowers outside, and it rolls down a hillside and into the jungle. There a prince finds it while hunting, and he traces it to Sodewa Bai, falls in love with her, and marries her. Unfortunately, in this polygamy-practicing country, he already has a wife from an arranged marriage, whom he doesn't love, and she becomes jealous. But Sodewa Bai is naïve, and one day she tells her about her soul necklace. The first wife has a servant woman steal it from Sodewa Bai while she sleeps, and Sodewa Bai dies, leaving the prince devastated. Like Snow White, she's too beautiful even in death to bury, so instead she's lain in an open-air tomb where visitors can see her. Yet unbeknownst to anyone, the servant woman takes off the necklace whenever she goes to bed, so at night, Sodewa Bai comes back to life. Eventually she gives birth to a son, and when the prince comes to visit the tomb again, he hears the baby crying, and soon reunites with his wife and learns what happened. He gets the necklace back, restoring Sodewa Bai to full-time life, and has his first wife and her servant imprisoned.

*The Tale of Princess Phulande is another Indian story, where the title character's wicked stepmother has a yogi turn the princess into a bird after her marriage, but she visits her rajah husband until he realizes her identity and makes the yogi undo the spell.

*The last story in this book (I can hardly believe I've reached it!) is the Louisiana Creole tale of The Talking Eggs. This isn't actually a Cinderella story as scholars define them, but a Kind and Unkind Girls story, in the vein of Toads and Diamonds or Mother Holle. These tales are close cousins to Cinderella, since they also have a heroine oppressed by her mother or stepmother and sister or stepsister, but they aren't the same. Still, many American classrooms use The Talking Eggs as an example of an African-American "Cinderella story" (including my own fifth grade class), which is why Heiner felt the need to include it in her book.

**By the way, many years ago, I remember seeing a cartoon adaptation of The Talking Eggs on TV. The setting was updated to modern-day New York City, the two main characters were children, the unkind sibling was a brother instead of a sister, and after receiving his magical punishment, he redeemed himself in the end. Does anyone else vaguely remember that cartoon?

I made it to the end! A part of me is relieved, while a part of me wishes there were more.

@ariel-seagull-wings, @adarkrainbow, @themousefromfantasyland

#cinderella #fairy tale #variations #cinderella tales from around the world #heidi ann heiner #other cinderellas #greece #austria #india #the united states

[unlikelyempathpruneauthor]

Arvin x Reader One shot

A/n: back again and most likely disappear had this in one of my drafts hehe hope you enjoy!! before you read there are mentions of a person unaliving themselves so slight trigger warning ‼️

You met Lenora at school sitting in the lunchroom all lonesome,you walked over to her and had stares like daggers when you made your way to her. She looked up and all she could do was stare at you and your bows in your hair with your nice smile as you placed your things on the table and sat across from her, “hi, im y/n, what's your name?” she asked as Lenora was in awe of your kindness, “im Lenora…you sure you wanna sit here?” she asked as you nodded, “yeah, is it okay if i sit here?” you asked as she smiled, “yes, it's very nice to have someone here,” she said as you two talked about anything. Lenora loved how she would spend time with you and she had even explained as to why she was all alone.Her family was such a talk around here, they had gone through so much. The time you had with her was nice. In the beginning you only saw her in the lunchroom, after school you never got sight of her. As time went on you found out why she sped on home, there was this group of boys who would tease her about herself and how her brother arvin had a special relationship according to them and no evidence at all of what was going on.

“They just got nothin better to do,” she explained and you fully believed in her word, “i believe you, those dumbasses probably have it worse that's why they say words that aren't true,” you said as she nodded as you and her walked out of school, “the good thing is they stopped, but it really scares me sometime,”

Out of nowhere this boy walked up to you two, “lenora i thought i told you to book it once the bell rings,” he spoke looking at you then her, “i know, but- oh god where are my manners, y/n this is arvin my brother and arvin this is probably my only friend in this whole school,” she said as you nodded, “hi, sorry for taking her away for a little, just wanted to make sure she was getting home fine,” you explained to arvin as he just couldn't keep his eye off you, “i-its okay sorry, its just i get real worried, it's nice to meet you y/n,” he said still stern as he was he walked back to his car as he looked over at you two talked, “well i'll see you later yeah?” lenora said, “yeah don't worry i'll probably see you at church at latest,” you suggested as she nodded having a better idea, “you know what, what if you come for dinner saturday, that way you can sleep over and we can go to church on sunday,” as you nodded, “Really? You sure?” you asked knowing her momma was strict about it. She was more sure than anything, her momma knew that she had no friends, but after hearing so much about you she was more than happy to have you over and spend time with them.

The time you had with the Russell family was like having another family. You only had your aunt who took you after your daddy died in the war. You didn't have a mother, she left you with your daddy after having you, so you had more in common with Lenora and her folks than people thought. This also gave you time with arvin on a personal level, he liked you since the minute he saw you, he felt what his daddy felt when he saw his momma. 

“Now come on, lenora wont mind, if anything she will be happy we got together,” arvin said as you walked along the sidewalk reading your book, “oh arvin you are such a tease, you do realize when she sees us together she seeing those damn bells ringing,” you smirked as he smiled, “oh honey you ain't seen nothin yet, you will hear those bells ringing i will be marrying you,” which made you look up, “you are one crazy boy,” he said placing a kiss on your cheek, “only for you sweetheart,”

When Lenora killed herself, you found her in the closet looking for her, she wasn't feeling too good for church so you brought her medicine to feel all better, “now where could she be? Lenora! Girl, where are you-” you opened the door and saw her hanging by the rope, your heart was clenching and it only took you a moment to react, “Oh my…Arvin! Help! Please!” you repeated over and over, arvin ran as quick as he could and saw you screaming for his sister, took him a moment to react too and help you get her off the rope. All you remember was there was so much screaming. Lenora was the last person you would think to do this. 

Which leads you to where you are now, you and arvin got married even after everything that happened to arvin you stuck with him. You two both had terrible lives, but now you were given the chance to live the way you deserved after everything. In a new town where no one knew yall. You bought a house together and worked jobs for the time being and just saw how life would treat you. 

You weren't feeling too good lately so you called out of work for a couple days, “you sure you're feeling good? Why don't I take you to the doctor, even better call him here hon,” you nodded, “im okay it's probably the flu arv, just go to work, i'll call you if anything happens, yeah?” you assured him as he nodded, he kissed you goodbye and headed to work hoping you were okay. He hated when you got sick he worried so much it had reminded him of his momma and especially Lenora. He knew you were not capable of doing such, but being sick just reminded him of awful memories. 

He hurried on home with some medicine and some soup hoping it made you feel better, he walked in and started calling your name, “y/n honey i got some soup and some stuff that will-” he was cut off seeing you laid out on the floor, he was quickly to panic trying to wake you up as you got out of the state you were in, “arvin, what happened,” you said looking around your surrounding seeing you had been on the ground, “you were just on the ground like you was dead, what- did someone do something? What happend?” he said, still quite panicked, " I was just getting water, that's it,” you said as he picked you up and he called the doctor. 

The doctor ran all the tests insisted by arvin wanting to make sure everything was okay, once the doctor walked toward arvin he was quick to stand, the news he had just heard was far from his mind than anything he expected.

He walked back to your room as you sat in bed reading your book, once you saw Arvin you were quick to put it down, “so? What is it arvin? Do we have to start praying,” you stood up as he was quick to hold you sitting you down, “no honey, well maybe, it's all good were havin a baby,” he spat very happy, “you serious, oh my arvin, were havin a baby, oh arv,” you said tearing up, “hey hey, it's all good news, i married you for a reason, i ain't going nowhere, we are havin this baby,” he said as you looked over at him as you shook your head, “oh arv it's nothing like that, it's just…lenora, she would be here,” you said as he hugged you, “i know honey, but hey, if we have a girl we can name her lenora,” you nodded very happy, “we can oh god we can,” you both were over the moon and emotional all in the same boat not wanting this moment to be over. You worked so hard to be where you are, you were both thanking god, even arvin.

#arvin russel x reader #arvin russel x y/n #arvin russel imagine #arvin russell

[hawkepockets]

compiling some terpsichore thoughts from discord below the cut 🐏🐏🐏

this is disorganized but i am excited for u all to meet her :-)

terpsichore is shadowheart’s selûnite counterpart… memory wiped & sent out on a holy pilgrimage to moonrise towers where she was supposed to assassinate a powerful agent of shar. told she’d know her target when she saw them. wink!

compared to auntie: terpsichore is like. less selfless but more cunning which unfortunately does matter more when it comes to saving ppl so she may be responsible for less tragedy. i also feel like she’s sort of more of a fan companion than an authoritative protagonist so will work better with the rest of the party. instead of just making them complicit in atrocities & indulging their hubris by way of apology

i see terpsichore as explicitly NOT a cleric not just for party comp bc i want to play w shaddy but bc she was trained as a church spy for selûne not a priest or holy warrior. she’s more like a DA orlesian bard. entertainer, eavesdropper, assassin, vagabond. was brought up by a selûnite enclave and learned to sing and frolic in the moonlight but also pass thru secured areas like a moonbeam and kill and bat her big sweet goat eyes to get away with things.

i’m still workshopping her backstory which is ok bc she doesn’t remember most of it… but i think she witnessed some corruption in her enclave that caused her to break faith with selûne before getting roped back in. & her real target has always been balthazar.

selûne won’t confront shar directly or use force to break the shadow curse & free aylin but she’ll periodically inspire a lone pilgrim to try and fetch her daughter back. lest anyone accuse her of aasimar abandonment 💁‍♀️ the sacrifices pilgrims tend not to be the faithful she’s well pleased with.

if we’re villifying shar i wanna take selûne down with her. two sides of the same coin two aspects of the same power & equally painful to love

i KNOW she & shadowheart jump each other (homicidal) before they ever jump each other (homosexual). only stopped from killing each other by the tadpole connection which shows them each a flash of their own suppressed memory in the other’s mind. gets em off balance & curious enough to take their knives off each other’s throats at least until they get to moonrise where they’ll have their fated showdown & decide whose goddess wins. wink wink

terpsichore (rhymes with hickory for anyone else who had to double check 😉) doesn’t get divinely assigned an emo little warriorcats code name for her mission but shadowheart gives her 1. its mooncalf 🙄 no chance of that ever becoming a term of endearment right. right

she is a ram tho NAWT a fucking cow. please. trans gender

she & karlach bond by butting horns. terpsichore is like oww k that was way too hard and karlach is like u dont want to be matchies with me??? u dont want to have 1 horn to matchies with ur bestest bestie friend?? no matchies with mama k?? sad mommy. and terpsichore is like ok fine. hit me again

im sure breaking a horn hurts as much for satyrs n tiefs as it does for horned animals so she wouldnt try to break it fr. just 4 sillies.

but if one of terpsichore’s horns WERE to get damaged. in sayyy act 2 when she finally finds her mark. well karlach WOULD be excited to be matchies. & would also know from experience how to treat the wound 🥺

ok thats all for now 🐏🐏🐏 bah

#bg3 #oc: terpsichore

[moonjxsung]

i love friends that share music💜 my hs friend group used to be based around music and it was super nice!

calico kitty update: she’s back at my friend’s house and is better, they sent her some antibiotics and probiotics so hopefully everything goes smoothly from here🫶🏻 thanks for your good wishes!

as for the chan dream: i feel you so much bc i never look at chan as being pervy or like super bold, like for me he’s always the dream bf, super nice and respectful. so i had never had a dream like this about him and like i also hope to make out with him (and every other member). my skz dreams are also usually about jisung and they’re always sexy dreams but super awkward.

i.n in the library is kinda traumatizing, so i get why you hadn’t shared it. but don’t worry, dreams are just made up from our subconscious consolidating things we saw or thought about. so that’s mainly why they’re so random. me: says this but i get super spooked about coincidences in dreams so i would include i.n’s library request anyways😂

to lighten up the dream mood, i also had a super sexy changbin dream that altered my brain chemistry so badly. and in the dream i went to like a donation place with bags of clothes and it was like a small church too (my bf was with me😭) and we go in and almost immediately these like gang of thugs come in and cm punk (the wrestler) was there and like a couple of clowns and ✨changbin✨. and they were there to steal something specific i guess bc they weren’t like stealing from anyone else and most people there were just like whatever. and i look at my bf and back at changbin and i tell my bf that i was going to shoot my shot with changbin and he was like ok whatever (supportive king) and i go over to bin and im like “hey wanna fuck?” and he’s like “sure”. and we walk upstairs to an area that had like showers and stuff but there was this guard lady and she wouldn’t let changbin pass so i had to distract her and get him in. so we’re in the showers making out (he’s a great kisser too btw) and he like pins me against the wall and just started going inside when the guard lady interrupts us. and makes us leave, so we do and he’s like “you’re kinda dirty, fucking me in a church” and im like “yeah, let’s go to the car” but just as we’re stepping foot outside the gang was like “we found everything, let’s go” and changbin kisses me says something like “i wish we could’ve finished but this means we have to meet again” and leaves. and my bf was just like ?!?! “not in front of me pls. did you get to fuck him?” and i told him i didn’t and he was relieved until i told him he said we’d meet again. (i never finish having sex with any of the members when i dream of them and i think it’s a part of me that feels guilty for my bf😂 even though ive told him irl that if given the chance to get with some specific idols i would and he’s always been like ok but i got dibs on twice😅)

so yeah, oh to be having sex with changbin, chan and/or jisung irl instead of my dreams 😪

anyways i love you pookie, thanks for listening to my rants🫶🏻

-🐈‍⬛

I love friends who share music!!! They are so special!! 🫶

YAYYYYY I’m so glad to hear calico is doing a bit better! I hope she has a smooth recovery 🥹

YES ABOUT THE CHAN THING I feel like it’s super interesting when you have a dream that establishes somebody as a dynamic you hadn’t really considered before and then you start thinking of them that way all the time 😵‍💫 it’s good inspiration for when I write stuff sometimes but it’s also HOTTTTTT AS FUCK it’s like your brain conjuring up your own personal little fanfic for you 🫶 ALSO THE CHANGBIN DREAM???? HELLO??.!:!!.!.!/!:!:!/!:!: THAT SOUNDS SO HOT? FUCKING CHANGBIN IN A CHURCH??????? 😦😦😦😦 I don’t think I’ve ever had a dream where I actually got to fuck a member but I definitely have my share of making out with them (particularly Jisung 😭) and I always wake up SO DIZZY…… but if I got interrupted while fucking one in a CHURCHHH GOOD LORD ID BE SO MAD….. there’s also something about the blasphemy aspect like maybe it’s this combination of religious guilt I always harbor a because I have terrible religious ocd and sexual repression from being on medication for ocd that just makes anything church-themed SOOOO HOT TO ME….. I feel like I’d be a little scared to write for it just because I wouldn’t want to offend anyone OR not do it justice but!!! Church stuff!!! Yes!!!! So much yes!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jisung what are you doing on Sunday morning

I LOVE U POOKIE I love hearing about your dreams they are genuinely SOOOO entertaining 👼🩷💓💕

#🐈‍⬛ anon #ask

[sentanixiv]

Always Something [AO3] [T] John and Arthur debate whether it was worth it, killing one bounty to secure three others. Cost, cause, and consequence; and then a hint of Morston, because this is me we’re talking about. Inspired by bounty hunting in RDO, wherein we tried real hard to lasso that fourth bounty. Turns out the bullet is mightier than the rope.

Dust settles, blood congeals, and the world carries on. There’s no care to the lives and losses of its denizens, nor tribute to the sacrifices made to make ends meet. Little more than the tip of a hat, nary a ‘thank you, sir’ before the next demand sweeps away the success of the last.

Toil and tedium that ain’t unfamiliar, the days long and the work unending when there’re nearer twenty mouths needing feeding. That ain’t cheap and might be the reality of it’s why Arthur huffs out a breath as he counts the bills from this nobody town’s sheriff. Payout for turning in four of the county’s more notorious criminals, but ain’t quite the windfall he’d aimed for when riding out.

John sits astride his mare, rubbing blood from his gloves to smear on his pants as he nods towards the meagre jail building. “Three outta four ain’t bad,” he remarks. Pulls his hat to wipe the sweat from his brow, the day’s heat heavy on them after three hours of hard riding, running, and shooting – to the lessening of their reward.

“Four outta four’s better,” Arthur drawls. He nods towards the rear of the building, where a pair of boots lie – owner still attached, lifeless from the bullet through his chest. Dead costs ‘em on bounties, always has.

Silence is golden, and lasts about four beats before John sighs. “It’s always something with you,” he mutters with a shake of his head.

Arthur tucks the bundle of bills into his satchel, resettles his weight in the saddle, and looks out past the town’s boundaries. “I ain’t the one what got trigger happy and killed the fourth,” he replies easily, irritation fraying the worn patchwork of his patience.

“He was runnin’, what else was I s’pposed to do?”

“You got this thing, John. It’s called a rope and y’use it to hogtie ‘em so’s we can bring them in alive.”

The way Arthur says it, slow and simple like John is, well, slow and simple? Grates his nerves and shortens his temper. “I weren’t leaving you to run ‘im down and mess with that,” he grumbles, brushing uselessly at the blood on his pant leg.

“I had it handled.”

“You had shit”!

The accusation comes with an angry gesture to the blood on Arthur’s sleeve, where two separate bullets carved a line into his jacket, shirt, and through his skin. He flexes that hand and it moves, proof that this wound won’t kill him any more than the dozens before it have. “They was hardly hittin’ me,” he replies, flat. His tone brokers no argument.

Oh, but of course John Marston does broker one, fool as he is determined to be. “There were five guys, three of ‘em bounties!” he snaps, agitated. “You was about to become holier than the damn church if I ain’t been there to cover you.”

“I had it handled, Marston!”

Arthur reins his horse about, reaches over to haul John with a fistful of his shirt, leaves the man balanced precarious between his mount, Arthur’s hand, and the ground. “You ain’t so good with doin’ what yer told,” he snarls, them threads of patience snapped. “I told you to run that feller down and now we got shorted ten damn dollars because you wanted to play hero!”

“Ten dollars don’t mean nothing if yer dead!”

Something in them words kills Arthur’s anger, silences him, and loosens his hold long enough that John pushes back from him, pulls himself back centre in the saddle. Tugs down his shirt to smooth it, muttering under his breath. “Yer damn stupid some days, Morgan.”

Arthur catches his senses where they was scattered to the winds, fingers flexing in the emptied space here he’d dragged John. Realizes it and drops his hand with a scowl, pulls his hat down low. The way his head tucks, the way it pulls shadows over his face, says there ain’t more worth talking ‘bout here if John values his life.

John considers it, thinks real long, then lets out a sigh and starts down the main road. “C’mon, sunshine,” he calls back when Arthur doesn’t move to follow. “I’ll buy you a drink, maybe it’ll rinse off that sour look.”

#kichi writes #rdr2 #john marston #arthur morgan #morston #if you want to read it that way #i do lol #bounty hunting

[againstme]

hi hello so basically the meeting was a very stressful situation for me mainly because jackson was there and i couldn’t leave because it was mandatory, but also because the meeting in and of itself made me very uncomfortable.

and i want to preface this by saying that i don’t mean this in a way to shit on AA, or people that find benefit from AA, that are in recovery for alcoholism, or anything. it’s just not something that applies to me because i’m not an alcoholic, and i’m also not a religious person, though i did grow up going to church pretty regularly, and stopped going once i moved out.

so yeah. i didn’t know that the group was going to be AA, and that’s fine, but i didn’t know what to expect at all, and i was made to go to the group even though i wasn’t an alcoholic at all. so, that was stressful.

the other stressful thing was being basically trapped in a room with jackson again, with some other members of the program, and these 3 people running the group that i didn’t know at all.

so, the group started with a prayer, in unison for the people that knew it, which i wasn’t expecting at all. i don’t mean to shit on people that are religious, again, i went to church for a big portion of my life, but now that i’m an adult and can make my own choices, i’ve chosen to not attend church anymore, because it never stuck/resonated with me in the first place.

they explained the 12 steps of AA, which i had heard before but we never talked about any of them past the second one, and didn’t get into any of the religious aspects.

for context, these are the 12 steps of AA:

and again, im glad for people on their recovery journey, and i’m glad that they’re finding something that works for them in order to benefit themselves and their health and well-being. i just wasn’t ready for it to get So religious So fast. many talks about jesus and god, “by the grace of god”, having a spiritual awakening and that being the reason why people were able to stop drinking, things like that. which, because i’m not an alcoholic and not religious, i didnt relate to at all. so i’m just stuck in this situation that was already making me uncomfortable, making me feel like i was stuck at a church sermon with my family, and then i had the creepy guy who was watching me sleep looking at me and looking away when i would notice.

and that was about an hour and some change long, of me just sitting there, anxious as fuck, shaking, looking down, not able to make eye contact, and wanting to just dart out of the room and run the fuck away.

i didnt, and i made it though it, which is a positive, i guess.

we spent another like half hour just in the house after that, where jackson was looping around a certain area in the house to watch me, and i was so stressed and so uncomfortable and just clenching my fists and trying to not do anything or say anything because i would explode if i did.

we finally got home, and i took my meds and went to bed and told people to leave me alone. which they did, thankfully. i was thinking that i was finally going to be able to cry about all of this, but nothing happened. which sucked.

but i survived and i didn’t die and didn’t explode at that moment. so that’s something, i guess

[chelledoggo]

hey, i saw your post about anti theists and progressive Christians, and it reminded me of something that happened with my anti theist dad recently

my college has an event where every club gets to set up a table and basically advertise their club. i volunteered to help with my college's witch club's table, which, being registered as a religious organization, was put next to some tables for Christian clubs. we were very lucky that the table next to us was so incredibly kind. we had at least three different representatives of the club (including the director herself) come up to us and talk to us about how theyd love to do a collab with our club, how theyve collabed with the Jewish club on campus before, and how they love learning about other religions and practices. they were progressive too, wearing shirts with that "we believe science is real..." quote and at least one of their members wearing pride pins

i told my dad about how kind that Christian club was, detailing everything i said above and more. his response? "theyre trying to convert you." i insisted that they werent, that i asked them if i could go to club meetings when im not Christian (i wasnt then but i am now) and they said yes, and reiterating their collaborations with clubs of other faiths. he didnt budge

so i guess moral of the story: there's no pleasing anti theists when it comes to anything religion related

i'm so sorry about that.

big kudos to that Christian club for offering to collab with other religious clubs.

i really would love that to be the trend Christianity goes in going forward, now that younger people are working to turn the tides of the church in a positive direction.

[s3raphh]

mondstadt character hcs! part one

*see how venti has one finger up im so clever for picking this gif*

basically how they think of each other and crap, i didnt listen to the voicelines so this is definitely not uh canon compliant? this will include npcs!

CONTENT WARNING: swearing since diona and rosaria exist

VENTI AND ROSARIA

the aunties that don't talk to each other for like, fifteen years and they randomly meet each other at the mall and start talking while they leave you in the middle of the electronics store.

they're wine aunts who give bad advice and hand-me-downs to you

they used to babysit kids but had to stop because of a warning from jean

venti gets so drunk that sometimes rosaria takes him to her quarters in the church

venti will randomly sing at the tavern and he always manages to get rosaria to play the lyre for him while he sings

they have nicknames for each other

"bard boy" and "catwoman"

rosaria doesn't quite understand the reference but venti giggles to himself and thinks of batman theme songs ✪ ω ✪

rosaria = instigator of drama

venti = doer of drama

rosaria will always update venti on church drama

"hey bard boy, have i told you about sister rosette cheating on her boyfriend with eury's husband?"

"that's awful, is eury doing alright?"

"she already had the divorce papers"

"wow, how awful is her husband?"

"just bitchy enough for me to dislike him as well"

"language, catwoman!"

"😒"

"but i do have to say, the erotic undertones of the situation make for an incredible song! shall i write a ballad 'bout this scandal?"

"yes."

DONNA AND DILUC

"all i can think about is diluc!" x "who?" i am DEFENDING DONNA WITH MY LIFE do not hate on her on my watch (╬▔皿▔)╯

donna was definitely writing in her diary about the darknight hero after she met him, but she knew that a mysterious figure like him wouldn't be easy to talk to....

so i know in my soul that this madwoman decided to investigate

diluc knows that someone is investigating him and he's trying to work out whether or not kaeya went back on his 'promise' to keep it a secret, but he hasn't ruled out the girls who are into him.

donna DEF has those detective novels and basically gained inspo from there for her investigation, she also has those boards where you connect pictures with yarn and shit.

she's definitely aware that something is up with the wine tycoon man, but she still hasn't gotten to that point so diluc is listed in her suspects list....

meanwhile diluc is still working out who could possibly be looking into him... the fatui? the harbinger he met in snezhnaya four years ago? could it just be kaeya's ass snooping around? or was it diona trying to kill him again?

donna's wannabe detective moments end when she starts to get bored of darknight hero and starts simping for diluc once again

(i just find donna x diluc so funny but i also rlly want them to interact FOR REALISES💀✋)

JEAN AND KAEYA

wlw and mlm hostility. THEY'RE SO FAKE TO EACH OTHER I JUST KNOW IT...

the passive-aggressive energy that enters everyone's bodies the nanosecond these two see each other.

"hello jean."

"good to see you too."

*silence as amber enters the room and awkwardly scrapes the chair across so she can sit*

"what'd i miss?"

i know in my soul that whenever jean's on a mission, kaeya sneaks into her office and sits on her chair for the ego boost

everytime kaeya leaves the room, jean rolls her eyes def

kaeya used to steal her food at work but varka told him off so he only steals her hairpins now

sometimes jean, amber and eula go out for church but every single time, kaeya manages to crash the outings.

"oh how lovely, there was a church session and nobody invited me? how cruel of you girls..."

"barbatos give me patience"

of course, they don't hate each other. jean and kaeya are friends and only playfully act mean to each other. but sometimes jean wants to throw him off the church's towers and sometimes kaeya wakes up everyday and decides to piss everyone off because of his daddy issues.

DIONA AND BARBARA

i hc that diluc gets barbara to babysit diona since he knows that diona doesn't have many responsible guardians in her life... sad

"diona, mr draff said that you need to do your homework D:"

"tell that old man i dont give a crap!"

"diona! if you keep cussing like this, i'm going to–"

"that old man? huh! daddy can't do anything about it because his oldass has been drunk all morning! i'm gonna go bomb the wine industry with klee, can't stop me!"

"hey! hey! klee's grounded, come back here!"

diona bullies barbara whenever she babysits and barbara is on her last nerve

they do get along whenever barbara gets her to scrapbook, she even gets klee over so diona behaves for once.

"d'you think i drew margaret right, diona?"

"uh, klee... i dunno how to tell you this but that looks like a garbage can."

"you're right! is it a good garbage can though?"

"ah, girls! don't speak ill of miss margaret..."

"all that lady does is drink, barbara!"

"juice?"

"wine, klee."

"oh jeez."

sometimes barbara finds herself breaking down from all the pressure while she babysits and diona begrudgingly comforts her, telling her that she shouldn't let anyone make her do things she doesn't want to.

diona even offers to beat up her stalkers, to which barbara quickly decines.

diona does it anyway.

SUCROSE AND AMBER

i hc that amber has a rock collection and that she once helped sucrose collect bones unknowingly and that's why sucrose admires her so much i also hc that amber is amazing at stitching and just makes people clothes when she has nothing to do

sucrose is really awkward during meetings at the knights, so amber always helps translate her words whenever she tries to speak up.

which is why they always sit next to each other during meetings!

sucrose sends amber random rocks she finds and amber greatly appreciates it.

sucrose is pretty dang good at art as well since albedo's art studies was so easy for her to grasp, so she sometimes asks amber to give her things to draw.

amber sometimes stitches sucrose socks or leg warmers whenever she has time

they're not the closest of friends but amber considers her a good friend.

MONA AND ADELINDE

i hc that when mona finally settled down in mondstadt, she met adelinde while buying groceries and they became friends mona likes to tell her about alll the predictions she has for people in town

"adeline, dear, i bought a new scryglass this afternoon and i do believe sir diluc's fate has become much more clearer."

"please, please, please let the young master have a good love life..."

"ah shit–! excuse my manners, adelinde, i think i must've seen something i shouldn't..."

"what? what is it?"

"it's the young master... in carnal embrace."

"...excuse me?"

"twice..."

"what"

"once with a young woman he met in snezhnaya and another with a fatuus."

"..."

"..."

"i would like to see kaeya's love life."

"let's hope it isn't something so promiscuous."

can you tell that i love being nosy

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if this post gets seen by anyone, you can drop ur reqs down there, i would prefer platonic pairings instead of ships ◑﹏◐ (i do ship kaebedo and fischl x noelle so those pairs will be included somehow lolsss)

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #venti #rosaria #diluc #donna genshin impact #headcanons #jean #kaeya #diona #genshin barbara #mondstadt #genshin impact barbara #mona genshin impact #adelinde

[imsupposedtobearesponsibleteen]

Quick sidenote, I've since figured out im actually aroace and not bi, but me and Jay still had a thing going on. They were respectful af though, and if I didn't know them, I wouldn't have gotten to where I am now. However, I'm going to leave the figuring out I was bi in, because its okay to be wrong, and I was working with the information that I had at the time.

I was raised in the Methodist Church in Britan, who in the past few years have voted to allow the "God in love unites us" Bill thing that basically means that "same sex" couples can get married in Methodist Churches. However, it is up to the individual Church to decide whether or not they will allow for same sex couples to get married in their Church. The Church I attended voted to allow them to get married on the premises and so did another Church in my circuit where there was a relatively well known same sex marriage (one of them is training to become a Methodist minister and they both came to my Church for a period of time, I say its relatively well known, but it might just be my little bubble that makes me think it's well known, idk).

Anyway, in the church circuit I grew up, there was a gay minister. Apparently when I was like, 4 , she was due to do a service at my church. Now I'm too young to remember this so I'm just going off what my mother has told me, so this could all just be a load of codswallop, so take it with a pinch of salt and season your food with it, but apparently there were some people in the church that gave a good amount of money to the church that told our minister that they weren't happy, walked out and left the Methodist Church altogether. Now, this was a good 15/16 years ago, but my mother has repeated this story to me numerous times since. I've only seen this minister at the church i grew up in 2 times in recent memory. One for a district council meeting and one for a leaving do, and she only spoke for 30 minutes between the two occasions.

From what I can recall, there has only ever been one service dedicated to LGBT issues in the church that I grew up in, and that was in the weeks leading up to the God in Love Unites Us vote. The steward that day said before the service, and I'll never forget this, "please do not become hateful to those speaking on these issues, and the opinions of those who are speaking on this issue are not necessarily reflected in the service unless otherwise stated." I can remember the steward that it was and who was delivering the service. Anyway he went on about the science and stuff and then he was going on about his biblical opinion. He was basically all for voting for the Bill to come through the church, but he wouldn't want to perform the wedding of a same sex couple, and this is the chair of the district that had this opinion, so a lot of people in the church in my district will listen to him. Not everyone agrees with him, some for different reasons others. That is the only time we've ever had a dedicated service. I can remember my mother saying to the steward before the service, "I'm quite happy with gay people, just as long as the don't try and make me one of them."

My mother has always made me feel unsafe when it came to my identity. We were once on the bus and there was a set of 3 seats next to each other facing sideways. My mum was on the outside seat, I was in the middle seat and then there was a man in the other outside seat to my left. He got up and got off the bus before we did, but there were people stood up so one sat down to my left. My mum looked at him and then whispered to me, "he's gay" and then pulled a face. 10 year old me was sat there like "and?? What's you're point?" There wasn't one. She just found it amusing that someone would go outside if they were in fact *potentially* gay, and yes, you can (according to my mother) usually tell by looking. My mother once found out that a police officer that she was talking to (there'd been some sort of incident outside the house and she was a witness. For some reason, me being autistic came up, and the police officer said "oh my girlfriends nephew is autistic". When my mum was telling me this, she stopped at girlfriend and pulled a face, to which of course I pulled her up on it. She said that she "just found it interesting that she had a girlfriend and not a boyfriend, and why she would choose that lifestyle". We then argued about her opinions on the LGBT community, and how her language was harmful. There's a trans woman in a church in my circuit. My mum went up to her and said "so you're a man that thinks he's a woman?" Afterwards, she told me that this woman needed a hair transplant and that she clearly needed help (but it is important to not that she misgendered the woman).

When i was 10, I started to figure out that something was going on with my gender and sexuality. I didn't have the language to put to this stuff, but all my anxiety that I'd had before that had come, in part, to me trying to suppress these feelings. I was depressed, anxious, had suicidal thoughts and tendencies and was hurting myself multiple times a day, 7 days a week. However, I couldn't express why this was, because I did not have the language provided to me to express this, and I knew that if I did, the consequences could have been catastrophic.

I figured out I was bi when I was 12, but didn't tell anyone I knew in real life until I was 15. I had about 30 Internet friends that knew, and loved me and accepted me.

For a few years, online, I would tell people I didn't know that I was a boy, even though that label felt off sometimes. There were times I felt 100% male, then sometimes I was more 50%, other times I felt genderless. There were times that I felt 50% male and 50% nonbinary, or 50% male and 50% agender. Sometimes it was more 60/40, or 80/20 or 70/30. I knew male wasn't the right term, so when I found the term agenderbi was delighted. I clung to that term for 7 years between 12 and 19. I had a partner at the time and we both identified as agender. I don't know if they still use that label, we broke up in 2021. We dated for 6 years and they were a good partner and I wish them all the best. I hope you're doing well, Jay. You deserve the world.

Jay was the first person I came out to as agender and they definitely knew I was bi. We met in a group chat on kik to do with eating disorders, and that's how we first bonded. They were the first person who found out my name that I use now and we went through so much together. Whilst this was happening I met one of my best friends to this day on either Kik or Wattpad. We still talk regularly and I love and appreciate him so much.

Within the last 12 months, I came across the label that was right for my gender. Genderfaun. It comes under the genderfluid umbrella, but never encompasses female or feminine genders. However, i have been given advice that you can identify as agenderfaun at the same time as genderfaun, as I do still experience being agender at times. At the moment, I'm not concerned about adding another label to my gender, however instead of switching between he/him and they/them like I used to all those years ago when I was desperately trying to figure out who I was and what I was going through, he/they both feel right to use. It was such a relief to finally figure out who I was.

My friends are, without a doubt, the reason that I'm still alive. They are the reason I don't beat myself up over who I am anymore, they are the ones who taught me what pride is, to live as authentically as i can and be as unapologetically me as possible.

We need pride, because tonight, someone out there thinks that they are better off dead that being themselves.

That's why I needed pride. That's why others need pride.

My mother probably won't accept me if I come out to her as trans to her. I don't need her acceptance. I need my acceptance. My friends accept me.

There is a church near where I lived before I moved to uni, they did this roundtable thing, it was for the LGBTQIA community. It was a Church of England church.

I have never felt so much love from a church before. I was accepted and loved. Church can be a loving place when God isn't being used as a scapegoat for hate.

Don't kill your congregation when trying to preach to the choir. We're not all singing from the same hymn sheet.

I grew up with so much adversity around my gender and sexuality that I didn't go into here. But I promise you, if that's what you're facing, there are people that will love you and support you. We care for you. It's not going to be easy right away, but you have a community around you that want to see you thrive.

Stay safe. We all want to see you make it. We all want to see you thrive.

#agender pride #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtaq #lgbtpride #transgender #lgbtloveislove #lgbtqia #trans #trans people #agender #genderfluid #genderfaun #pride month

[faeriecap]

HELLO tell me more about the married at first sight au & also setting the woods on 🔥? 👀🌟💕

AJDHDJEJWJWJ so ummmmm idk if you’ve ever SEEN the american reality show Married at First Sight but it’s basically exactly how it sounds, a bunch of single people meet with a group of match makers that includes like a therapist and a pastor and a love expert or smth and then they’re paired up in sponsored weddings where they don’t meet their future spouse until they’re literally at the alter.

anyways my mom got super into reality tv during 2018-2020 and i had to watch a TON of it so i got into the habit of plotting aus. essentially steve and bucky sign up for it but steve gets a nasty shock when his husband to be ends up being the cute boy he met on a school trip to europe then lost all contact with after they went back to their respective homes.

steve’s like ummmm pretty sure i have to back out now even though this is the fucking chance of a lifetime bc this is against the shows rules wait why isn’t bucky saying anything ??? SURPRISE. bucky got amnesia in an accident after high school and now anyone mentioning his life pre-accident makes him extremely upset!!!!! plus he has no memory of meeting steve and never told his family about him so everyone thinks he’s a real stranger! oh no…. what is steve to do???

(steve also looks extremely different (think catfa to infinity war) so he’s not even really recognizable in old photos)

snippet: "You were best friends during the self proclaimed best summer of your life and you never even sent the guy an email?" Sam deadpans.

"Or a friend request? Yeesh." Clint supplies.

"This was pre social media!” Steve protests. “There was no Facebook. There was not even a THE Facebook!"

moving on to 2nwstwof (hahdjejajskdkdkdjsj) this is the midwestern steve au im p sure i have explained in an ask to @kleenexwoman BUT essentially it’s an au where everything is the same except sarah and joseph rogers settle in Kansas instead of brooklyn after arriving from ireland so steve grows up a little farm boy and he and bucky survive the dustbowl instead of the big city depression, they end up in california, and also bucky and rebecca are half lenape

here’s one of the only passages i ever wrote for it:

"Christ."

It was something they always said, the both of them. They'd picked it up from Sarah herself: Jesus Christ, Mary, and Joseph! Steven you get down from that roof!

And yet, "James Buchanan Barnes, don't ye dare to take the lord's name in vain!"

She was always admonishing him like that, even when she knew it was rare his family went to Church. Sometimes, when she said it, it felt like she meant it. And visions of Sarah would come to Bucky's mind, in the creaky frame of the church, knees to the dusty floor, back arched over a pews. Tears in her eyes as she whispered to Her. Murmured softly, gently. Paper things, lace wing things, secret things, soft as a winter cloud pulled thin like cotton across the sky. Lady things. Sarah Rogers and Her Lady Grace. Or Mary. Somebody.

Other times, she'd just sound tired, no different from yelling at the two of them for any of their other antics: letting Maggie the barn owl roost in George's study when she'd busted a wing, nibbling the crusts off the pie Mrs. O'Calahan left on the sill to cool one Sunday in town, trying to paint faces on the spots of an old heifer with the oil set ordered for Steve out of the Sears catalogue and shipped over by the railcars they were forbidden from ever trying to hop on the back of (after that unfortunate first incident).

Tired like if there was anything to set fear into their bellies or their mortal hearts, it wasn't gonna be no Jesus Christ. Exhaustion that always felt a little bit empty. Ghosts hustling in the nooks and crannies of his hallways. Eyes against the glass in the dark. Snatches of stories running ragged through his dreams, swimming in a sea of covers, floating in a giant iron bed. Empty. Absent, the feeling that something was missing. Missing from you.

She’d meet his big, brown eyes over Steve's head, bent over news scraps and a stick of charcoal. And hers were always small, and soft, and seaglass blue.

Yes. They'd say to one another without words. Yes, you know. They stole from you too. They stole it from you too.

To him, Jesus Christ wasn't a ghost. Or a god. Or probably, even a person. Christ. A mutter, a giggle, an exhalation. A Nothing word. It was a cuss, just like any other cuss. It was a name he couldn't pronounce because he didn't care to, jargon he let fall from his tongue like scuffed pebbles into pools of stale rainwater.

#i speak #steeb #bucket #stevebucky #captian america fanfic #asks #jays fanfics #midwestern!steve rogers #native!bucky barnes #married at first sight au #up into arms

[fakeboitherottengirl]

Burn All Copies of “To Train Up A Child”

I once had a man I was babysitting for pull my pants down and hit my nude bottom with a PVC pipe when I refused to beat his child with one. I was probably 9 or 10. He read me sections of that book to justify himself afterward.  I kept it to myself because so many people in my church followed that book that I was embarrassed for having “gotten in trouble” and wanted to keep the job (which I lost because I refused to use a PVC pipe to beat a toddler as advised in that book).  

I had a Sunday school teacher for 2 years who would hit our hands with a ruler if we couldn’t perfectly recite the memory work (I escaped him by dropping out of Sunday School to volunteer in the nursery and as a sub in  younger classes and then eventually to serve as an assistant administrator because my mom for once stood up to the church after I developed blisters from being beaten in the same spot every week).  I was called manipulative and over-indulged when my mother put and end to the physical abuse during the 2nd year.  When I shaved my head and started dressing like a boy and rumors of me dating girls got around I was brought to a meeting with all the church elders where they berated me about the horrible immorality of homosexuality and my mother’s refusal to use violence as a punishment was seen as the root of my “falling into a dark path”. 

 I had a crying breakdown one Easter while singing because Jesus died for me and I couldn’t even be a good girl for him and every body around me clapped and gathered around and encouraged me to “weep for my sins” like my distress was this beautiful holy thing. 

 ive mentioned before but as teenagers mind control tactics like malnutrition and sleep deprovision were practiced on us and presented as “staying up late eating junk food, with some prayer” nobody I knew came out of that place normal.  

In the nursery if a child cried i risked both myself and the child being beaten and it causes me to over-coddle the babies I work with and not let them self sooth because a crying child makes me panic.  I considered my church family.  

Apparently there is a new pastor there and he is very progressive and has actually expressed to my mom that he wants to meet me along with members of my generation to apologize for the abuse allowed to go on at that church during our childhood but i feel weird about it.  I also feel like its just physical abuse.  There was no sexual abuse by clergy, just first generation German immigrant strictness and old world child rearing tactic and a toxic book that is responsible for pretty much all the religious trauma that wasn’t homophobia-related.  My grandpa got his knuckles hit 5 days a week and turned out fine so maybe im just a sissy snowflake but thank god I at least had the nursery as a refuge because my learning disability was treated like a moral failing on a religious level deserving of physical violence and because I was so good in the nursery instead of doing my last unit of Sunday School I took charge of the nursery and I still wonder what happened to some of those kids but Im not sure if an apology from somebody who wasn’t even involved is what I want but I did a lot of work for that church (Enough volunteer hours to graduate as a senior girl scout, the female equivalent of an Eagel scout) and did thousands of hours of unpaid labor for them in my life. I don’t know if it would be healing just to be acknowledged and told what was done to me wasn’t god’s work but I also don’t want to risk anger coming up and coming out at a man who has done nothing wrong and just wants to right the past.  

My best friend was in an arranged marriage at 16 to the grandson of the abusive teacher so her family could get in with the church elders and they are on like their 4th kid.  My mom finally stopped working for them for 1/4 the asking salary for her position so Im at least glad that she got away from them financially even if she is still involved socially and Id like to believe her claims that drastic progressive changes were made.  Im debating attending a service just for her this sunday but Im also wary that even being back in that building might be triggering.  

But even though there were so many bad memories, there are so many good ones, so many more good ones of it being the only place I really had friends as a pre-teen.  I feel like when most people talk about traumatic childhoods they consistently say it as bad.  But in my case it was rose-tinted other than a few “weird” (thats the world I like to use, I know its minimizing but id rather not be dramatic) incidents.  And the crazy thing is the people responsible for those incidents especially within the church probably didnt know they were being abusive, they probably think they were “stern” to save our souls.  I had moments in that church where I truly felt god’s love.  But ive also had wrath enacted upon me in his name.

But yeah TLDR if u purchase a copy of “to train up a child” the state should take ur kids that book is pure evil I don’t think any book should be illegal but “To Train Up A Child” really tests the fortitude of that belief because I want every copy of it destroyed.

#csa mention #to train up a child #cult survivor #child abuse mention #religious trauma

[pirefyrelight]

I can't sleep so here's a rant about how xmas eve has gone for me.

Im starting to really not like this one aunt of mine. I noticed a few years ago she just always drains my social battery unbelievably quickly and efficiently, but she's not objectively a bad person and she's sorta nice? Like she definitely thinks she's a nice person even if she breeds negativity.

Our tradition is she and her husband come over for Xmas eve after attending mass and then we have dinner and presents.

And I already only attend mass to help keep up appearances for my parents benefit at Xmas so my options from them weren't "do you want to come to mass with us" it was "Do you want to meet us at the church, or come over and we'll drive together?" But that's whatever.

But this aunt. The biggest thing she did today was when making table conversation was she asked about work, you know whatever. She asked if the restraunt I work for was still owned by the founder, I said no he distributed his properties to his kids, the one in charge of my work then sold to an umbrella company. I then started talking about how when that sale happened there was a big meeting where a representative promised nothing would change, and then quite a few things started changing for the worse, and I got one example deep when she interrupted to say, "I just asked if he still owned the company and you didn't answer that."

EX-FUCKING-SCUSE ME? Yes I did?? Yeah I started rambling a bit but I clearly answered it at the beginning? Then went on a very related story? Is the awkward silence you just incurred after i bluntly repeated the concise answer worth it??? You could have told me to reel it in without being an asshole.

This is after she jabbed me about an embarrassing event from years ago that she shouldn't even have knowledge about, it would have been me and my mom and I didn't think my mom talked to her about stuff like that (aunt is dad's side) like what the fuck.

And also she went on a bit of a rant of her own about her other brother who grew his hair out, how "old men shouldn't have long grey hair (unless they're santa clause "haha")" and I just had to sit there and ignore the list in my head of all the wonderful friends I have that are guys with long hair and also how gender norms are bullshit and also how Jesus has long hair because I know bringing any of that up would be counter productive.

I just- none of that is so fucking terrible but every interaction is like this I would cut ties if I could do so smoothly. I never walk away from a conversation with her feeling anything but relief.

#pire.txt #vent post