#the beads are from when i was maybe 9-10 :)

[autoneurotic]

my collections might be small but i love them..not pictured: the insane amount of elephant stuffies i have (some dating back circa 1993), all of my dollhouse/miniature furniture.

for reference, too, the van gogh postcards are the size of a thumbnail. i got a pack of normal sized ones when i was in amsterdam and the back had previews of each, so i cut them out and mounted them on cardboard/laminated them. in the very last picture, i have the full new testament (illustrations included?!) and it could fit in a matchbox.

#the beads are from when i was maybe 9-10 :) #the tiny glass blue swan (and all the mini foods/furniture) was my mom’s growing up #maybe even her moms? #very old and delicate and well crafted #the tiny gold cat above it was given to me by my best friend in elementary school #who moved back to japan at the start of middle school #and her dad would make trips to america every so often and would always make a point #to deliver a HUGE bundle of letters/candies/Small Items :’) #everything in that curio case is the size of a thumbnail roughly like i can’t stress #how fucking small these things are #mmm n all the hotwheeeeeels :’) my mama would give my sister and i each a car after doctors appointments #and that is my meager left over collection idk where they all went over the years #but when i got a therapist a few years ago she fucking gave me a hot wheels :’) #n then the one with the sticky note is from her to me and my partner for kicking ass and being wildly in love #this is also discounting my library which is. mainly patricia cornwell omfg but weweeweooo i have a lot of books #my realest and funniest worst trait is i’m an unashamed unrepentant book thief. i’ll be up front #like if you let me borrow this you’re giving it to me

[dreamwritersworld]

Disconnected… (sully family x reader)

this was inspired by 2 requests sent in so please enjoy! I didn’t link the two requests just cause I didn’t want to spoil it before you read so thank you! 💞

Y/n Sully. I was a happier child…until that light was pulled away and burnt out.

*five year old Y/n*

There was one too many moment where Jake had compared her to her older siblings…

Jake had pulled Y/n by her ear to listen to his words clearly about how she had to heal and be as good as Kiri..

Y/n walked into a separate room clearly in distress while Kiri was calmly sitting down beading a bracelet but she could sense something was wrong.

“What’s wrong?”

“…father keeps saying that I have to be like you but I’m not you.”

Y/n didn’t even give Kiri a chance to talk she knew that whatever she said wouldn’t make her feel better…not even a few moments after both sisters heard their mother talking to another Navi and that just made Y/n more upset.

“Kiri is the most beautiful child ever! We were given her so sudden and I always say to her, Eywa gave me you.”

Whats the softest way to say…you took away my passion…my happiness…what’s the kindest way to say?..you took away my spark.

-*

I had so much potential, had I just been brought up differently given the correct corrections and encouragement I would’ve been something…something meaningful.

*6 year old Y/n*

“Y/n! Hold the knife correctly! Look at the way your brother is holding it! Why can’t you just be smart? Think!”

Y/n was too young to even start early training but…he made her anyways, said “with her like that, she needs at least two years of early training! She needs to think smarter.”

The little girl was buried deep into training when all she wanted to do was continue making friendship bracelets for people…she was such a sweet little girl.

Every time Jake yelled, stood by, or ever so slightly glanced at her she felt slightly scared…it always felt like he didn’t care. Truth was Jake was reckless with her feelings..he didn’t care about how the outcome of his actions would reflect on the young child.

-*

Now I just sit in the comforting silence of the forest.

*8 year old Y/n*

There was one day when I was genuinely scared…terrified of the man yelling in my face..grabbing me, all because I failed at aiming correctly that day..but it was only because he made me stay up the entire night before practicing.

“Why can’t you just think kid?!”

He was pushing for words to come out as tears build up in my eyes.

“You were awful today!”

My own father could sleep peacefully in the fact that he was destroying me. It made him mad, my silence spoke louder than words..anger he wanted to come out of me. All of the sudden a full hand slapped my cheek.

My heart missed multiple beats when I realized what had just happened. That’s the moment I went numb to his actions, I quickly got up..wiped away my tears and went off to train without him. If someone were to ever hit me the way he did that day, I wanted to be ready.

-*

I was dragged through the mud, what’s more to be scared of..? I don’t need them or anyone.

I don’t speak much to anyone…they don’t try speaking to me either so I guess in a way I settled.

*9 year old Y/n*

Jake’s treatment towards Y/n was like whiplash. One second he’d give her slight hope it was ok and then the next second he’d crumble her to pieces.

He put Kiri and Y/n to healing and she was doing really well, until a hard week hit her.

“Y/n. You went from first…to worst in one whole practice! You need to do better, when will you get it?”

All siblings watched as Y/n curled herself in, hiding her head once he left.

They were sad to say they noticed how as the years went by Y/n no longer talked to them…to anyone. Yet all siblings turned a blind eye..maybe it was temporary?

-*

It doesn’t mean that i stay by myself all alone and do nothing, no absolutely not I enjoy adventure, hanging onto life by a thread…

*10 year old Y/n*

I actually used to have a good friend I knew for a short amount of time but sadly…she died. She didn’t know a thing about survival but it was because her father refused to teach her. So I taught her, but i wish I did it sooner, maybe if I did she would’ve lived…

It happened just moments after I taught her how to shoot a gun, she found hidden away.

“You want to see what i found?…will you show me how to use it?”

I was conflicted and confused because i had only learned briefly just once

“Ok…but it is not a toy.”

“I know!”

She pointed the gun up to a random tree turning to me asking what she would do.

“The most important thing is when you go to shoot, take a breathe before you hit the trigger.”

Tílí took this hilarious big breathe, exaggerating it.

“What should I shoot?”

Tílí was so…inexperienced, so much that That she didn’t even know you couldn’t wave around the gun. So I crouched and panicked the moment she aimed it at me unknowingly.

“Don’t do that!”

“I-I’m so sorry i- im sorry!”

Tílí immediately put the gun away but i didn’t even look…i looked at the forest searching for where the walking sounds came from.

“…Tílí..let’s go now.”

I yanked onto her hand and ran, hiding in an old lab, as we ran i could hear the man’s voice,

“Come out! Where ever you are!”

..we weren’t allowed to be in that part of the forest but I followed because she said she wanted to show me the gun.

We both sat down listening to the man whistling…this outsider must’ve been left behind when they were supposed to leave pandora, or perhaps this was the start of them coming back. Adrenaline raced through me that day…I was just a kid.

“I need you to listen to me. we have to go now…are you listening?”

Tílí just sat there, staring at the floor, and scared to move. When I reached out for her again she started talking louder.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t. Daddy, I’m scared!”

It seemed as though she was stuck in time…like she believed her father would come right that moment, he made her so dependent..so scared.

“Snap out of it, Tílí!..please!”

My brain fogged up believing I wouldn’t be able to save her, I began to get scared. My head turned to the whistling getting closer and then i did what I believed was best..

“Move!”

Tílí felt my hand slap her across the face..and then she rushed up, I got her out first by holding her up to reach the skylight on the roof and then pulled myself up..as soon as we jumped off we ran but the man didn’t fail to notice us.

I ran with her but when we passed she had fallen and so did the gun but…the man shot her in the arm

“Get up Tílí! You have to trust me, I got you!”

Tílí screamed in pain as I yanked her up, catching the gun, and ran. The man was taking his time in catching us..he knew I wouldn’t want leave her…

She had no chance though, her speed was slower but I had to drag her, it left me no time to make turns so the man wouldn’t have a direct area to shoot. I didn’t even have time to hide us so I could kill him then..He had shot her in the chest.

“No don’t- Y/n! Daddy!!”

“No! Tílí!”

I instantly turned back and hid shooting the man from getting closer…my body went tense as I walked closer to Tíli, her body was shaking and hyperventilating.

“No, please Tílí! I’m so sorry! I’m sorry! Your my best friend…I’m sorry.”

I stayed in the forest crying, left with her body.

-*

That trauma didn’t go unnoticed. Mo’at could see that something was wrong with Y/n. It terrified her to see her grandchild’s downfall, she knew that Y/n would one day turn her back on her father for training and giving her pain so many years. Y/n wouldn’t let anyone even touch or stand by her…Mo’at wasn’t even an exception, no matter how much she wanted to heal those little wounds on her grandchild’s rough fingers and knees from training. She could see the pain Y/n was working through, the back pain from constantly doing tricks in training…suppose it was the reason Y/n was the best but it doesn’t mean it’s ok.

Y/n had been sitting on the floor, making medicine while Mo’at observed her…Neytiri walked in the room with medicine Kiri made from home.

“Kiri made some medicine for healing, mother.”

Mo’at hushed Neytiri and pulled her to the side, still keeping an eye on Y/n.

“We must talk..”

“About?”

“Y/n-“

“Oh mother please, no need to worry about that child she-she’s fine. She remains happy at home as well.”

“Really? If that were true, that child would feel safe enough to make medicine from home.”

“Mother. You cannot possibly be insinuating that-“

“Shh. It’s just Y/n, there’s something cold behind her eyes…”

Mo’at walked away leaving Neytiri wondering…she too watched Y/n while she unpacked the medicine Kiri was making from home…

After helping grandmother I had stayed out a little but I only came back late five minutes after eclipse and brought back food that I hunted for. I could feel him and his stares..how he was so fixated on me and what i was doing now that he wasn’t playing ‘olo’ekytan’.

“You staying out late again?! I already told you, your forbidden from staying out! You think bringing food back home will make it better?!”

I couldn’t listen. My hand automatically dropped the food off by my mother and I immediately walked back out the home entering the forest, too annoyed to deal with him…he didn’t stop though.

My feet walked faster, heart began beating louder and my eyes just kept looking forward, not turning back.

“You come back here right now. I mean it Y/n stop!”

I couldn’t..for the first time in a long time..i just wanted to stop, to look him in the eye.

“I’m gonna tell you right now, You’re-“

Sometimes my mind just fogs up and forgets my morals…just like him. I turned right around, banging my hand into a tree just to push him to listen.

“Stop! I’ll walk home sir just- stop.”

He continued mumbling words, yanking me by the ear, i allowed it…im not at my break point just yet. As we entered the home he threw me onto my hammock and i just accepted it, staring at the sky…the other thing about numbness is that it kinda collapses time…suddenly i find my whole days blending together creating this endless and suffocating loop, training is all I do…

“Dinners ready!”

My transit stopped and i got up slowly, sitting in my little corner. There was never space at our dinner area for me..so I just ate alone. Then i did my chores as normal, slowly walked up to my bed sighing at the fact that i didn’t have the warmth everyone else did. Mother seemingly forgot to request a new blanket for me and I didn’t make enough time to craft items to trade something in for it..so I’ll settle on the rough blanket with seeking holes.

The next day I was told to do hunting with Neteyam in the forest…we didn’t talk much, which made it easier for us to hear outside noises..Then a man came but wasn't normal navi, he was an avatar and he held a gun, seemingly scare almost like he got lost.

"Shoot 'em"

Neteyam couldn't pull the trigger, but I didn't have the patience and i shot the man in the leg...then the hip.

I walked slowly to him.

Neteyam slightly tugged on me to just walk away and not interfere...but i just couldn't…something was wrong.

"Cmon let's go."

“Shut up Neteyam.”

He was annoyed but he just didn’t understand what the situation was so I kicked the man repeatedly until he was begging me..and when he did I asked some questions.

“Who are you with? You are not normal Navi.”

Then he spitted in my face mumbling about him swearing and being loyal, I shot him in the head with my arrow.

“Idiot.”

We walked away in silence but i can tell In his face what i had just done bothered him..he’ll get over it though right? He’s supposed to be the strongest warrior. The noises weren’t done..we could hear our siblings voices as we walked away. Neteyam called for our parents but i couldn’t stay put like he did.

Neteyam was behind a tree ready to shoot an arrow but he hadn’t realized a soldier approaching so I jumped down from the branch stabbing repeatedly into the man’s neck quick to make it silent..i hid once again when I saw a soldier head our way..he hadn’t noticed the body, just grabbed Neteyam, snapping his bow into half.

I began killing all 3 soldiers around hidden in the trees pointing guns at my siblings who were on their knees.

My eyes landed on the two fallen guns and i shot 6 while they blindly shot in a panic…i didn’t see anyone else, my siblings had ran into my parents arms. I was covered in blood..fixated on two missing soldiers…

Quaritch watched from a far, he could see Y/n held zero mercy…she was the one who shot their soldier who got lost in the forest. If she was so cold…he’d be able to get to her, get through her head.

He made sure the soldier beside him stood up first, aiming a gun at Y/n and then he shot him…setting up a scene of him “protecting her”.

Y/n held her gun to him…but for a minute she seemed in awe, she was stuck in time..she felt like she knew who this man was, somehow and in some way she heard stories about him when she was listening to her parents conversations…as did he. The reason he knew about Y/n was because before they were sent back to the forest, they discussed the little information they knew about the sully family, Y/n sully being one of them. In all honesty he hoped he’d walk into her, she was a kid who he believed could easily be ended or manipulated, because Jake never loved her, no one did. Hints why back at the fort they referred to her as the ‘the child with no love’.

If he got her on his side, he’d be unstoppable and be able to kill her father with zero hesitation. He knew he needed her trust first so he dropped his gun, left himself defenseless.

“I won’t kill you kid. Those soldiers that you just killed, well I wish it was different I do but they were weak of will and character.”

Y/n was patient this time…this man wanted to actually listen and talk to her but then again she didn’t care, he held let them hold a gun to innocent peoples heads.

“You know what I wish? I wish I had killed you too. I still can.”

“Yet you haven’t, you think any of those soldiers would have the balls to say something like that. There’s no way you could’ve lasted this long by yourself, otherwise.”

He was wrong because Y/n was brutal when she had to be. But Quaritich seems to take the brutal mindset Y/n had to the furthest extreme. However what Quaritch does goes far beyond being brutal he was just ruthless ..And no one who is ruthless deserves to live. Y/n still let the man go on..trying to pick her poison.

“We’re more alike than you think. In fact I think you realize it…but you’re not comfortable with it yet.”

That’s where Y/n ended it she shot him in the leg, aimed right by his lungs…and then her bullets ran out. Jake was watching from afar…he saw the entire conversation…on his way back he saw the bodies on the floor with multiple stab wounds, and he watched how she walked up to him with a knife. Then..he was spotted by Quaritch.

“Jake-“

“Y/n! I’ll handle him. You don’t need to do that.”

Quaritch chucked at the oblivious father.

“That girl’s already seen more than you can imagine.”

Y/n turned to her father, rolling her eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere. That’s not your decision.”

“Atta girl, she ain’t afraid to look me in the eye like you Jake. You know that feeling you got right now? That's what makes you stronger than the rest of them kid….”

Y/n knew his words were true..but she was getting annoyed at the man who was repeatedly talking..letting all her thoughts out to her father..so she stabbed him in the neck, Repeatedly. Jake watched in horror, it was then that he realized he stabbed her in the back repeatedly as well…he made her a killing machine. She disconnected with the world more than usual and she didn’t even feel affected by it.

Everything felt slow..metal from the knife clinging with the soiled floor..blood covering her body. Y/n looked at her father, she wanted him to see her and the gore she created.

“this is what you’ve made me become.”

!💓!

Fun facts!

Kiri was making friendship bracelets at the age Y/n wasn’t allowed to!

Tílí was a reflection of what Y/n would’ve been if she hadn’t grown up quicker.

I didn’t show much of happier Y/n because her memories would be very faded from that time..she started to grow faster at age 5.

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smoking (cigarettes) word count: 2.3k a/n: this part was a little shorter than I wanted but I didn't wanna add the next part and make it super long.

pov: layla

The first two-thirds of the game flew by quickly and Allie cheered next to me the whole time. The arena filled up quickly with our peers and family members of Matt's team as well as the opposition. I was thankful I understood the game already and didn't have to have Matt mansplain it to me beforehand. There was a 15-minute intermission for the teams to discuss their strategies between each third and the last one had just started before the final third.

"What do you think so far?" Allie asked me, a smile still on her lips and I looked at the scoreboard to see that they were losing by 12 points.

"So much for being the best hockey team in the state," I raised my eyebrows teasingly with a small smile on my lips and she shook her head with a smile that widened.

"Oh before I forget, can I get your number?" Allie asked hopefully and I nodded, pulling my phone out of my pocket and unlocking it.

"Just put your number in and message yourself," I said as I handed her my phone and she nodded in response, clicking on my contacts.

Before she could speak again, she got interrupted by someone calling my name. I turned my head to the rink where I saw Matt standing at the entrance to the rink, still on the ice that way his skates didn't get fucked up by the hard floors. He was holding his helmet and stick in one hand as he seemed slightly out of breath, his hair fluffed up from being in the helmet.

"Come here!" Matt called out to me with a wave of his gloved hand.

I looked at Allie in confusion and she shooed me away with her hands. I quickly got up and walked down to the rink, feeling eyes watching me as I walked up to Matt.

"What's up?" I asked, confusion clear on my face as he looked down at me, the slight elevation of the rink as well as his skates making him a lot taller than usual.

"You good?" he asked, swiping the small bead of sweat that was running down his forehead.

"I should be asking you that," I raised my eyebrows before my eyes glanced to the scoreboard, "What happened to breaking a leg, Captain?"

He smirked with a shrug of his shoulders, "Maybe I need a bit of extra luck today."

"What are you implying?" I squinted my eyes at him and he looked behind me at the small crowd of people before returning his gaze to mine. His sky-blue eyes seemed brighter from the reflection of the lights on the ice and his smirk widened.

"How about a kiss for good luck?" he asked, his eye glimmering with mischief and I raised my eyebrows, making an unimpressed face.

"Just because you're losing by 12 points doesn't mean I'm gonna kiss you to make you feel better," I told him matter-of-factly and he smiled shaking his head.

He shrugged as he adjusted the glove on his left hand, "Worth a shot."

I sighed up at him before biting my lip. My eyes glanced down to his pink lips that were pouted slightly as his mouth hung open, his breathing still slightly heavy. He stared down at me, making an over-exaggerated sad face and I rolled my eyes.

"You're the worst," I mumbled before I reached forward, placing my hand on the back of his neck as I leaned over the railing and pecked his cheek lightly. I pulled back to see the genuine shock on his face as I held my hand on the back of his neck still, "You better win after that, pretty boy."

I moved my hand from the back of his neck and patted his clean-shaven cheek as he continued to stare down at me. He looked like he was about to say something but got interrupted.

"Matt! Pull your head outta your ass. Let's go!" Chris skated past him as he yelled at him and Matt snapped his head to his brother before looking back to me.

"Another one for good luck?" he smiled at me cheekily and I stepped back so I was no longer leaning over the railing.

"Don't push it," I smiled at him and he shook his head, sliding the helmet back over his head before nodding at me. I backed away from him as he pushed away from the railing and effortlessly glided back over to his team. I jogged back up the stairs to where Allie was sitting, cheesing at me like she'd just won the lottery, "What?"

"Nothin'," she downturned her smile to try to hide it as she looked back into the ice.

+++

The rest of the game went by quickly and Matt's team redeemed themselves. By the end of the game, the score was a tie at 21 all around. In order to break the tie, a shootout was put in place.

I noticed the 3 players picked for Matt's team were Nate, Chris and Matt. The opposition decided to shoot first, getting the score within a few seconds. Nate was up next to shoot and he glided across the ice effortlessly before he scored the goal.

I cheered along with Allie now, feeling the adrenaline that she was. The opposition was up again and once again, they scored. A cheer was heard around the arena from the supporters as our team sighed or groaned in disappointment.

Chris was up next to shoot and he took his time as he glided towards the goal. Tension was building in my stomach as Chris took the shot and he scored, throwing his fist up triumphantly.

The opposing team was up for their last score and I chewed on my lip as I leaned forward, praying that he would miss it. To our luck, he took the shot too early and Daniel blocked it, sending me into a cheer of victory as Allie bounced in her seat.

Matt was up last, being the decider of the tiebreak. He slid to the middle of the ice, the puck being placed directly next to his puck. He seemed to take a breath, looking over in my direction and I saw a glimpse of a smile behind his helmet before he looked back at the goalie who was blocking his path.

Within an instant, he flashed down the ice and as he got closer to the goal, I chewed on my lip harder. He was about 4 feet from the net and he hit the puck at lightning speed but the goalie didn't drop down fast enough and the puck flew into the net.

I jumped up from my seat and cheered in pure joy with Allie who jumped up and down next to me. I looked over to see Chris flying towards Matt on the ice and collided with him, pulling him in a hug.

"I can't believe he just did that!" Allie screamed next to me and I smiled widely at her, "He's never taken a shot like that!"

"What does winning this game mean?" I asked her as she beamed beside me, picking up her bag.

"They're onto the semi-finals," she clapped her hands excitedly and I raised my eyebrows.

"I didn't know these last three games were such a big deal," I told her honestly and she nodded before I spun around, making my way down the steps, "Where do we go?"

"They need to shower and get changed. I usually just wait outside," she told me and I nodded before making my way to the exit. I watched as family and friends from the other team exited the building with disheartened looks covering their faces and I could easily tell who was cheering for Matt's team since their faces were lit up in joy.

As we walked through the entry area before reaching the doors to go outside, I felt someone tap my shoulder before saying, "Excuse me."

I spun around to see a girl who couldn't have been much younger than me with dark brown hair, "Yeah?"

"Are you the girl who was talking to the Captain of the Bats?" she asked and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"Uh... yeah. Why?" I questioned, glancing at Allie as she just shrugged, looking just as confused as I was.

"Oh, no reason. Just wondering," she quickly said before she ran back into the arena and I shook my head.

"Well that was fucking weird," I stated and Allie hummed in response as I turned around, making my way outside to wait for the boys.

I leaned against the cold brick wall, the sun now set making the air even more chilly. Allie stood in front of me, shivering from the cold wind and I looked over at her.

"Fuck it's cold out here," she mumbled as she slid her hood on.

"Do you want my jacket?" I asked and she tilted her head at me.

"Then you'll be cold," she furrowed her eyebrows and I shrugged, starting to slide the jacket off of my body.

"I like being cold. Don't worry about it," I handed her the jacket and she gave me a thankful smile. Since she was significantly shorter than me and her puffer jacket was small, the leather jacket was easily slid over the top of it, "Just make sure to give me it back before you go. I wear that every day."

"I wouldn't dream of stealing this from you. I never see you without it unless we're in gym," she said and I nodded as I slid my cigarettes out of my pocket.

"You mind?" I asked and she shook her head with a smile. I nodded as I pulled one out, placing it between my lips before I lit the end of it. I slowly started puffing the cigarette, making sure to blow the smoke away from her face.

"How long have you been smoking?" she asked and I shrugged, flicking the ash on the ground as a group of people walked by looking at me in disgust.

"Like three years," I answered honestly and she seemed surprised, "I started when I was fifteen."

"Oh wow," she looked at me with wide eyes, "My parents would fucking kill me if I ever did that."

With a shrug, I told her, "My dad gave me my first cigarette. Along with everything else."

"Everything else?" she asked, sounding genuinely interested rather than judgemental.

"Weed, beer, shrooms, molly. The whole thing," I explained and she nodded, seeming deep in thought. Before I could explain anything further, I heard a burst of noise come through the doors of the arena entrance and both Allie and I looked over to see Matt's whole team walking out together.

Allie ran over to Chris, jumping on his back and ruffling his hair, "You guys did fucking amazing!"

"Thanks, Al," Chris smiled at her as she slid off of his back, hugging Matt and Nate next. I stood in place, still smoking the last of my cigarette before I threw it on the ground, squishing it with my foot.

Matt turned around to look at me before turning his whole body to face me as I walked towards him, "So, what did you think?"

Instead of congratulating him verbally like I was originally planning on doing, I leaned up and placed another kiss on his cheek before I pulled back and said, "That's for winning."

"What would've happened if I lost?" he asked as he smirked down at me and I shrugged, biting my lip nervously.

"Don't lose and you won't ever have to find out," I smirked up at him before he chuckled, swinging an arm around my shoulders.

"Let me introduce you to everyone," he said as he started walking towards the group again, "Layla, this is Ethan, Ryder, Sam and you've already met Dan, Nate and Chris obviously. Guys, Layla."

"Good job guys," I pursed my lips and they all returned with small mumbles of greetings and thank yous.

"Where we goin'?" one of them said who I now knew as Ryder and Matt shrugged, his arm still around my shoulder.

"Get whatever food you want and we'll meet up at Downs?" Matt suggested and there was a murmur of agreeance before everyone started spitting off into different groups. Chris, Nate, Allie, Matt and I started walking towards where our cars were parked.

"I'll go with Nate," Chris stated once we reached the cars and Matt nodded before Allie spoke up.

"I'm going with Matt and Layla!" she jumped over to us excitedly and I smiled at her enthusiasm.

"See y'all there," Nate waved at us as he slid into his car, Chris hopped in the passenger seat and I looked at Matt.

"What's Downs?" I asked as I rounded the car, Allie jumped into the backseat and slid my jacket off of her body, placing it on to the seat beside her before she slid the back door closed. Matt and I both jumped in, buckling ourselves in.

"It's a parking lot in Downtown. We go there after every good game," Allie explained as Matt handed me the aux cord without a word. I smiled at him, plugging in my phone and clicking on my playlist I curated for situations I'd have to be on aux around multiple people, consisting mainly of pop and rap music.

"What do you guys want to eat?" Matt asked as he adjusted his black hoodie and grey sweatpants, his hair still damp from the quick shower he must've taken.

"Taco Bell!" Allie yelled quickly and Matt looked at me, making a face as if to ask if I was okay with Taco Bell.

I shrugged, picking at my nails, "I'm not really that hungry."

Matt shook his head as he pulled out of the parking lot and started heading in the direction I assumed Taco Bell was in. He turned up the volume on the radio and the song playing was Gold Digger by Kanye. I lip-synced to the words, looking out the window as I did so. I turned my head back to look at Allie who was dancing by herself in the back seat making me giggle at her over-the-top dance moves.

"Hey can you do me a favour?" Matt asked, talking over the music and I turned my head to look at him, "Can you just write down everything you guys want so it's easier for me to order?"

"Sure," I replied, pulling my notes app up before handing my phone to Allie, thankful that the aux cord was long enough to reach to her, "Write down what you want from Taco Bell."

"Oh right," Allie paused her dancing, quickly typing in what she wanted before handing the phone back to me. She resumed her dancing and I shook my head with a smile.

"Do you want me to write yours down too?" I asked Matt and he shook his head.

"Nah it's fine. Just write what you want," he responded and I chewed at my lip, just typing a large Pepsi into the notes app and I noticed Matt glance at me, "Get food. You haven't eaten since 3:30 at the very least."

"I had some of Allie's Sour Patch Kids," I told him and he shook his head as we stopped at a red light, turning his body to face mine.

"Get food," he deadpanned and I just looked at him.

"I had a big lunch," I answered and he continued staring at me.

"Layla, get something," he repeated as the light turned green and we drove down the street further, "And you're not paying me back."

"God you're so annoying," I grumbled before typing in a taco with just lettuce and cheese into my notes app.

"I love this song!" Allie chirped from the back, leaning forward to turn up the volume even further as the verse of Kill Bill by SZA began playing. She threw herself back into her seat before she started singing. I quietly sang along with her as Matt bopped his head to the music.

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[lazyjellyfish300]

DD Part 9

Miguel O'Hara x Fem reader

Commissioned art by @/ejpuki on Instagram. Please support the artist 🖤

Synopsis- in an AU where fem reader drinks too much and the bartender calls a random Uber for her which happens to be Miguel O'Hara himself. Her friends suck and ditch her. There's a lot of tension on the ride home...with a twist on the og Miguel O'Hara comic. Word count 2.8k

Part 1 (contains links to all previous parts)

A/N: FINALLYYYY I got myself to work on this. I'm so sorry for the delay..next on the list is The Woman He Didn't Choose Part 3. I think Chapter 10 of DD will be the end then maybe a cute little epilogue but I think it's time to retire this one. 🥺🖤 Idk if anyone is even following this series as closely anymore but it's still my baby lol.

TW: Minors DNI, age gap (Miguel is 34 reader is 26), danger, kidnapping, mild violence, little angst, Tyler is mean and creepy, talks of drowning, mention of abuse, mention of claustrophobia, mention and alludes to sex but no smut

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Gloria was gushing on the phone at the sound of her new grandchild a few feet away from your apartment outside when she thought she heard what sounded like her name being screamed. She turned abruptly, waiting for it to repeat but it never did. She did a double take -silence. She shrugged her shoulders and went back to her cooing tone of voice. 

Inside your apartment, you slumped backwards into the hands of the tall, curly haired accomplice. Aaron gulped and wiped a bead of sweat from his brow at your unconscious form, removing the laced rag and stuffing it in a Ziploc bag and tearing off his latex gloves with shaky hands. 

Tyler exhaled and shot an annoyed look at Aaron. "Something you wanna say?" He snapped at him. 

Aaron gave a feeble shake of his head, doing his best not to let his eyes linger on your helpless form. 

Tyler nodded. "That's what I thought. But if you are having any second thoughts about this: go ahead and use that damn thing on yourself and join our little friend here..." 

He grabs Aaron by the shirt collar. Aaron's eye twitches in fear as the smoke from Tyler's cigar tickles his face. His eyes ping pong between the intense blue of Tyler's irises and your unconscious figure one more time before he lets out a shaky, 

"N-no, boss..."

"Good. Everything in my plan has gone to shit. Taking her is our last hope." He nods in your direction. "If his little squeeze being dropped into the river won't reel him back in I don't know what will..."

Aaron's blood runs cold but he gives a shaky nod in understanding, his neck stiff as he resists the urge to look at you again. 

"Let's go..." Tyler strides to the front door, adjusting his blazer, his voice reverting back to a pleasant friendly tone, the wolf shifting back into sheep's clothing as he walked towards Gloria, putting a hand on her shoulders, leading her away in the opposite direction of Tyler's henchmen carefully and quickly stowing you in the waiting suburban in the parking lot, with an anxious Aaron right behind. 

----

Later that evening 

The dread in Miguel's body quickly escalated when he saw all the lights in your apartment had been turned off as he swung into view of it. Immediate self-hatred and regret flashed in his mind.

He knew he should not have left you alone. 

He went to open the sliding door and it was locked. Shit. He pounded the window frantically, "Babe?! ¿Estás aqui?!(Are you here?) Babe?!"

He shook the door, nearly rattling it off his hinges. The sound of your name rolling off his tongue with more and more desperation. Something was gravely wrong when you didn't answer. He had to act quickly. No time for second thoughts. Miguel takes a deep breath and kicks the glass as hard as he can and the whole thing shatters with a loud crash. 

The security system alarm sounds at the intrusion and Miguel curses loudly. He steps over the broken glass and runs into your living room, turning on the light. He darts into your bedroom, your bathroom, the kitchen, the entryway, muttering to himself, cold sweat starting to bead aross his worried brow, his stomach tying itself in sickening knots as he prepared for the worst possible sight of you laying hurt or dead, perhaps, but you're nowhere to be found which sets off a new wave of panic in his head.

Miguel stood at the counter and doubled over, his hands behind his head as he squeezed his eyes shut. The blaring sounds of the alarm started to hurt his ears and he could barely think and let his mind process everything that just happened. He took deep shaky breaths, trying desperately to calm himself as he felt himself inching closer and closer to a full blown melt down. He blew air out of his cheeks and slowly opened his eyes, his vision slightly blurry from the tears of frustration wetting it. He noticed a piece of paper on the counter and brought it closer to him with a shaky hand. It read: 

"If you want her to live, then you'll return to Alchemax at once, turn yourself in, and finish the job you were hired to do." 

Miguel's nostrils flared and his heart rate speed up as he read the letter: his worst fear was confirmed to be true. Somehow or other, Tyler found out where you lived and kidnapped you while he was out. And now he was threatening to kill you if Miguel didn't comply. 

This was truly a living nightmare. This stuff only happened in movies, and now he was quite literally living it scene by scene. His mind raced of images of you possibly tied to a chair, sitting in a cell, duct tape around your mouth, eyes tear stained and red, alone and defenseless and completely at Tyler's mercy, and Miguel knew him well enough to know that Tyler had a very short supply. 

Miguel barely starts trying to form a plan in his head when he hears banging at the door and the sound of men's heavy boots. "NYPD! OPEN UP! IF ANYONE'S INSIDE MAKE YOURSELF KNOWN!" 

Miguel stuffs the ransom note inside his hoodie pocket, scrambling to the window and swinging away into the night just as the door to your apartment bursts open with several men in uniform with guns cocked rush inside only to discover the foe they were hunting had already fled the scene. 

----- 

Somewhere in a bunker along the Hudson River Valley

Your eyes fluttered open, goosebumps dotted your arms and you shivered, a piercing headache suddenly making itself known as you groaned your way out of your groggy haze. You dizzily scanned your surroundings, or lack thereof. You noticed you were laying on a small twin sized bed, the mattress was anything but cushy. The room was dark with no furniture and an empty closet and no windows. You felt a little claustrophobic, walking briskly to the door and trying to rattle it open. 

"Hello?!" You called. Cursing and shaking the door, your breaths coming out more frantic than the last. You backed away from the door, wringing your hands nervously, eyes darting, pleading for a bit of light or at least a clue as to your new, mysterious location.

The door creaked open at last, and Tyler Stone stood in front of the opening, the darkness of your room casting a black shadow on his face, giving him a sinister aura. You cowered backwards, sitting on the bed again.

 "You...." you whispered. "Where the hell am I? Where's Miguel?" 

Tyler didn't answer, and walked to the middle of the room, tugging a small chord that hung from the center of the ceiling, a small yellow light turns on. 

You blink as the room becomes washed in a soft orangey glow. You look around some more, piecing together that you were in a small bedroom, which looked to be in the basement of some unknown dwelling. 

Tyler crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly. "The location of where you are right now isn't important..." 

"Umm yes it is?!" You snapped. Tyler's eyebrows raised slightly at your flippant reply.  "You kidnapped me! You're the one who tried to kill my boyfriend you fucking..." 

At that point, the same tall accomplice with curly dark hair that held you hostage earlier swiftly enters the room, barreling into you and throwing you backwards on the bed before you can lunge at Tyler, his weight crushing you slightly as you let out a pained yelp, your body jerking from the force, the pain in your head worsening from the whiplash. 

"Thanks, Jack..." Tyler twirls a toothpick between his fingers, crossing the room where you lay pinned onto the bed, held in place by Jack, both sets of their blue eyes piercing you with a mixture of fascination and annoyance. "Forgot she could be kind of a handful..." 

Tyler crouches down, so his face is at your eye level, with your limbs still held down by Jack. Tyler gives you a teasing smirk as he holds the toothpick in his teeth. "Been using these to cut down my little tobacco habit..." he muses with a whispery chuckle. "But as I was saying...the location of where you are right now doesn't matter, my dear. What matters is that you comply and do exactly what I tell you to, and stop giving Jack here such a hard time..." he stands up, striding to the door. He gives Jack a little nod when it becomes clear you're not going to fight back any longer. 

Jack releases you and you let out a small groan, your hands running over your arms where his fingers pinched the tender flesh. You look up at Tyler with angry tears brimming your eyes and he chuckles again, shaking his head at your anguish. 

"There's definitely no need for tears. Your boyfriend works for me, you see... And he stole something very important. A drug called Rapture?" He pulls out a small vial from his breast pocket, giving it a little wiggle as he holds it between his thumb and middle finger. He stows it back in his pocket after a brief moment.

"The company I work for... Alchemax, is the only supplier of this drug and, let's say there's a lot of unknown effects, I'm sure as you've noticed..."

You narrowed your eyes, knowing damn well he was lying through his teeth, his story not adding up to Miguel's who already told you it was Tyler who intentionally drugged him, and his new powers were the result of the gene altering machine being sabotaged with spider DNA by his lackey, Aaron Delgado, not the Rapture itself. 

"You're lying..." you murmur quietly. 

Tyler's gaze hardens, it's clear he's losing his patience with you. "I'm lying? What about your boyfriend? He left you all alone, couldn't even keep you safe like he promised. Now you'll wind up at the bottom of the Hudson all because of him." 

Tyler's face twists into a smug smile when a terrified look appears on your face at his revelation of your grim fate. 

"There are worse things to lie about, my dear..." Tyler turns on his heel, and Jack starts to close the door. "If you learn to be quiet, I'll bring you some hot food from the kitchen later on." 

You sniffle loudly and the door closes with a loud click, a thick cloud of dread filling the space and darkness suffocating you once more. 

Miguel, please hurry, wherever you are...

----

Tyler walks upstairs with a loud sigh, the main floor of the remote bunker revealed to have a cozier interior of that of a mountain cabin. Tyler hums and strides into the kitchen, picking up a mug of black coffee, shaking his head at the trouble you were giving him and his henchmen. 

He walked towards the kitchen window, looking out at the tall pines and the forest environment that was covered in a healthy layer of snow, winter well underway in the mid-December season. His eyes flicker past the tall trees and eye the half frozen river in the distance, picturing kicking you into its depths, Miguel's face crinkling in despair when he couldn't save you after he was too stubborn to submit. 

Tyler decided he'd finish this project one way or another. Superhuman powers would be available to anyone who wanted them, or at least to whoever Tyler and Alchemax deemed worthy. No longer would humanity be weak and self-serving, no.

No, he would stand at the grand staircase of the dawning of a new species of humans, ushering in a legacy of immortality and superhuman strength superior to all. He hungered for it, he was depraved by it, the need to be the face of it all. Tyler Stone always had his way. He'd be revered throughout history like the God he was. 

"Sir?" The brawny second accomplice, different from Jack, came bursting into the kitchen without warning. 

Tyler hisses, pulled hastily out of his deep thoughts, "What, Eli...? Give me a signal it's you or something next time, for the love of God..." He sticks a fresh cigar back in his mouth and fumbles in his pocket for his lighter, the slight jump scare enough stress to cause him to forget about the toothpicks earlier. 

"I have an update on his daughter's whereabouts: the FaceTime call from yesterday on the girlfriend's phone was to a number coming from Boston." 

"Boston...?" Tyler grumbles. There wasn't much he could do about that with them being so far away. 

"She's with who appears to be her uncle and grandmother: Gabriel O'Hara and Conchata O'Hara." 

Tyler rips the cigar out of his mouth, nearly choking on his smoke. 

"Conchata?"

He hadn't heard that name in years. No, it couldn't be. Tyler's gaze narrowed and looked at the laptop Eli was holding. "Give me that..." Tyler slammed his mug back onto the counter and greedily grabbed the laptop with shaky hands, his eyes widening even more at the image that was on the screen. 

There it was, a picture of Conchata taking a selfie on what appeared to be a random pier from some beach side vacation on an unknown date, sunglasses shielding her eyes, but not enough to hide her beauty. Her lips were plump and red, curved up into a closed lip smile, her cheeks dimpled and the sun kissing her lovely tanned complexion, a couple of slight gray hairs streaking through her long, thick, wavy raven hair that fell past her shoulders in loose ringlets, a simple floppy sunhat on her head. 

It was her. 

He knew her as just Conchata before. O'Hara must have been her married name. A simple glance at her photo shot him backwards to over 30 years ago when he was just 21 years old, a young man in college who wandered into a dive bar one fateful Friday night and the lovely young lady who was bartending turned around, pulling him in immediately with those tantalizing brown eyes. Pools of the most decadent dessert, the dark char of wood after it was lit ablaze, lighting him on fire too as he knew it. 

That fateful Friday turned into a Saturday, Sunday, Monday, every night he got the chance, he spent it seated at her bar as she spoke to him in that sweet, low, regal voice of hers. 

After two weeks, it lead to a heated kiss in the alleyway, which transpired into him sneaking her into his college dorm. Their quiet tipsy giggles turned to soft moans as they loved each other's bodies for the first time.

He looked down at her sleeping form after the act and muttered "I love you..." bravery slipping past him and only bringing him to say it when she was fast asleep. He stroked her chin and vowed that she would one day hear it. He was sure of it. And he had never been sure of anything in his life up until that moment. 

But, the next morning she was gone by the time he opened his eyes. He wandered into her bar again that night, his baby blues cinched with worry when she immediately turned to leave as soon as he entered, finally bringing her to confess in the bar's bathroom that she was engaged to someone else. Someone she didn't love and who abused her but she felt pressured to stay anyway under the promise that he would take care of her financially. Meanwhile, Tyler didn't have more than $50 to his name. Must have been that O'Hara guy, whoever his name was that she now went by. 

Tyler had left that day a broken man, never returning to that small dive bar, putting her out of his mind indefinitely, never thinking he'd see or hear of her again. Now, he was staring at her picture, the girl who got away was apparently the mother of his number one enemy. But wait...

Tyler's stomach turned lopsided when he gazed at Miguel's file that was open in a window right next to Conchata's. He did the simple math in his head and it all added up. That passionate night with Conchata wasn't just a romantic memory after all. He had left her with something, someone who eventually grew up to be the thorn in his side. The one person who stood in his way of getting everything he ever wanted. The man whose appearance he was waiting on this very second when he'd naively show up to rescue his captive love. 

Tyler exhaled slowly, blinking and shaking himself out of his feelings, not letting his realization get in the way any longer. "Guess it's about time Miguel finally paid his old man a proper visit after so long..." 

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[thethirdromana]

Servalan's costumes, rated

I was supposed to be going out and doing fun things like bouldering tonight, but it's pouring with rain, so instead I'm staying in and looking at Blake's 7 screengrabs.

Screengrabs from here (they prefer their images copied, not linked) and record of what Servalan wears when from here.

As seen in Seek-Locate-Destroy.

We begin the list with what is - delightfully, amazingly - a relatively understated costume by Servalan standards. I guess it's the shorter sleeves over longer sleeves (a consistent Blake's 7 design choice, I guess that's just what fashion is like in the Grim Future) that gives the sense that this might be Dress Down Friday in the offices of the Federation. Almost dowdy in comparison with what's to come. Let's keep our powder dry for now. 5/10.

As seen in Project Avalon.

What amazes me about this costume is how silly it looks in screengrab form - seriously, take a moment to really look at Servalan's tiny head emerging turtle-like from the enormous quantity of furs - and yet, in motion, Jacqueline Pearce completely pulls it off. It's ridiculous, of course it is, but not for one moment do you doubt that this is the kind of thing that Servalan would choose to wear and feel comfortable in. It also gets an extra point or two for how the opening of the coat is tailored to the collar of the dress she wears underneath. 6/10.

As seen in Project Avalon and Deliverance.

There's a fun process that happens when you look at lots of Servalan's costumes (bearing in mind that I've preloaded all the images!) where you start to look at something like this and think, yeah, that looks normal enough, I could wear something like that to the office. And then you step back and go, no the fuck I couldn't, and you admire everyone involved in the process that brought us here. Love the beading and ruching, love the way that big collar actually looks quite comfortable, love the way that Jacqueline Pearce is lounging in it. 9/10.

As seen in Orac.

Trousers? On Servalan? Not sure how I feel about that, and I get the impression nor is she. On anyone else the coordination of white gloves and shiny white knee-high boots would be noteworthy, on Servalan it's just a Tuesday. Bit bland to be honest. 4/10.

As seen in Weapon.

There's an image limit to deal with, so I'm sacrificing at least one further fluffy overcoat thing in order to show more photos of this magnificent costume, and I make no apologies for that. Look at this swan-queen spun-sugar exposed-midriff confection of delight. Just when you think you've absorbed it all you notice the fishnet sleeves and the floor-length cape. Maybe it would be worth submitting to just a little bit of remorselessly evil oppression for the opportunity to float around all day dressed like this. 100/10.

As seen in Pressure Point.

It takes quite an outfit for you not to really notice the Sexy Stormtrooper vibe of the Mutoids in the background. And so Servalan is delivering quite an outfit here. What a jacket, what a hat. Ladies Day at Ascot never looked so good. 9/10.

As also seen in Pressure Point.

This is one of those beaded lizards that we all made when we were eight, right? I feel like I should like this: it's flattering, it's a bit weird, it's a nice dress with 25cm or more of a sparkly gecko giving it jazz hands across Servalan's chest, but somehow it's just not coming together for me. Maybe it's the lack of a massive collar. 5/10.

As seen in Trial and Voice from the Past.

No. Absolutely not. The nadir of Servalan outfits, from the weird double-breasted bodice, which I can only describe as military meets straitjacket, to the terrible combination of off-grey stockings and shiny silver shoes. Even Jacqueline Pearce is struggling to make this look good. 0/10.

As seen in Gambit.

From the nadir to very nearly the zenith. This is only one of two times that Servalan wears an outfit that isn't black or white and wow, does she make it count. The red! The glitter! The big frill thing that looks like the kind of adaptation a lizard might use to warn off predators! Also, not to get too pervy, but I think this has to get extra points for whatever machinations are preventing her boobs from making a bid from freedom from the astonishingly low neckline. 12/10.

As seen in The Keeper.

It's another big fluffy robe! But a different one from the previous big fluffy robe! I like to think she might be hiding snacks under there. 7/10.

As seen in Star One and Aftermath.

This is... a normal dress. Could be an understated bridal gown, plausibly a cocktail dress, but I could imagine both having this in my wardrobe and actually wearing it, and I'm not sure how I feel about that. It's just not what Servalan's costumes are for, you know? Obviously she looks great but where's the pizzazz, where's the oomph, where's the collar that could take someone's eye out? 6/10.

As seen in Aftermath and Powerplay.

This is technically Dayna's dress, but Servalan wears it for two whole episodes, so it counts. Which is a pity because it's just so drab. It shouldn't be! It has a funky triangle neckline, only one sleeve, and a ribbon arm wrap on the sleeveless side like she's heading off to a festival with hippies. Unfortunately the colour scheme brings to mind nothing so much as a faded bus seat and the smock-like cut is deeply unflattering. 2/10.

As seen in Volcano.

Things I like about this: for once Servalan gets to cover both shoulders, her arms and her cleavage. Jacqueline Pearce must have been so warm! It looks comfortable and practical. And dull, but I suppose it must be a lot of pressure on a Supreme Commander to look fabulous all the time. 4/10.

As seen in The Harvest of Kairos.

Fun fact, of all of Servalan's outfits this is actually the closest to something that I used to have in my wardrobe. Mine was navy blue on one side and stripey on the other, and the stripey side emerged into a similar enormous... sleeve... thing?? I never wore it to my day job, but you know, perhaps I should have done. These are the kinds of things that Servalan inspires us towards. 8/10.

As seen in Children of Auron.

And just like that, Servalan changes her colour scheme. Black, of course, looks just as good on her as white did, and I can't decide which I like better. What makes this outfit is the detailing: the collar, the little decorative slashes like a Tudor nobleman would use to show off his undershirt. 6/10.

As seen in Rumours of Death.

I just spent ages scrolling through red carpet photos to try to find the celebrity who I swear recently wore almost this exact outfit. And I can't find them. But never mind! This ticks so many boxes for me: it looks everso pretty, it seems wearable, and the floofy sleeve feels like it reflects plausible fashion trends of the Blake's 7 universe. 9/10.

As seen in Moloch.

Whereas this is not working for me. This is, thank goodness, Servalan's only foray into full-on 80s shoulders (unlike poor Avon, whose costumes suffered from this for the whole of series D) and I do not like it. The wide shoulders, made to look wider by the silver detailing, just serve to make the rest of her look small. And no one should make Servalan look small. 3/10.

As seen in Death-Watch.

Just a normal LBD, innit. 5/10.

As also seen in Death-Watch.

This is the same dress underneath with a semitransparent beaded cardi over the top. It should be fun and vaguely goth, but instead it reminds me of nothing so much as the kind of thing you throw on when you're worried you're showing too much skin for a funeral. Amazing how it makes her look about 10 years older too. I miss the days of the massive collars. 2/10.

As seen in Terminal.

For someone who is confidently writing a series of posts about costume design choices, I know exceptionally little about costume, and as a result I don't actually know what this is made of. Is it leather? Some kind of matt-looking PVC? It's a solid costume choice, anyway; I'm starting to think that the mark of a good Servalan outfit is how much difficulty I have with the image description. In this instance, I have no idea what the thing on her shoulder is and I love it. I also love that this is the 80s and therefore she's allowed to be on TV with a normal human belly. 8/10.

As seen in Traitor.

MAGNIFICENT SHOWSTOPPING ICONIC. She looks like a sexy raven and she's having such a great time. The way the points of her eyeliner match the points of her hair! This is the kind of thing that drives people to cosplay. I don't think I would get a buzzcut and dye my hair solely to get this look just right, but I'm also not ruling it out. 20/10

As seen in Animals.

It's so disappointing when you get an outfit spot on and then it's in the wash, and all you can manage from what's available in your wardrobe is an half-hearted replica. That seems to be what's happened to Servalan here. Sorry, Supreme Commander, but sexy raven lightning doesn't strike twice. 6/10.

As seen in Assassin.

Later on she wears a sort of lacy cardi over it, but I have an image limit and I'd only be repeating what I said for Death-Watch, so we're going to skip that one.

This is another normal dress. It's a perfectly fine normal dress; it's hard to see from the photo, but I like the fabric belt, and those are undeniably good earrings. Still, it's not exactly strange enough for a Servalan costume, and I feel for Jacqueline Pearce having to do this whole episode without a bra. 7/10

As seen in Games.

Just as I am running out of ideas for commentary, I feel like the Blake's 7 costume designers were running out of ideas for outfits. This feels like it has a bunch of disparate ideas thrown at it - polka dots! fluff! peephole thing! - but the vibe is of a reality TV show fashion challenge where they have a box of stuff and 20 mins to turn it into a dress. 4/10.

As seen in Sand.

This is a floor-length dress, but it's best in close-ups: it's the detail that matters. It looks pretty, comfortable, and quite soft. It's a nice costume, but is it really a Servalan costume? It doesn't scream command like some of the others on this list. 5/10.

As seen in Orbit.

Don't worry about what I cut to be able to include two photos again, because this is worth it. From the front it's good but not great (though I'm glad she gets a bit more boob support in this one!) but from the back? Superb. She's wearing the splendid earrings from Assassin again, but here they also reflect the detailing on the back of the dress - oh, it's just a delight. A very creditable note to end on. 9/10.

#blake's 7 #servalan #costume design #this took ages but i really enjoyed writing it #so i'm happy to take prompts if there's another character you'd like me to do this for #doesn't even have to be blake's 7 #image descriptions in alt text #long post

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Get to know me game!

I was tagged by @tododeku-or-bust! Thank you 💖. I will no obligation tag @omgkalyppso @cheshirepirouette @ahasiw-okitowin @razrogue & anyone who would like to join!

1. Are you named after anyone?

I have a couple names. My birthname I believe I was named after someone on my mother's side of the family, but I'm not certain. As for my actual names, if it counts, Salamatullah is a theophoric name, so it bears the name of God (Allah) :)

2. When was the last time you cried?

The other day, I was certain everyone I loved was dead and that I was about to die (I was not, no one had died. give it up for psychosis)

3. Do you have kids?

No, but I've been mistaken for being a parent since I was like 16 lmao

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

Before my health was Bad(tm), I played a lot of sports in my youth. My favorite was figure skating, though I also played hockey, basketball, volleyball, baseball, archery, etc. through various community programs. I also was a founding member of my high schools cheerleading team, before the transphobia caused me to leave it. And I did horseback riding through a special olympics kinda program.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Sometimes. Not as often as people I know.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Very little. Genuinely can't think of a specific, I'm very bad with faces and people in general 😂. I think I usually notice piercings or tattoos, maybe just because I have piercings and tattoos so I like seeing other people with em.

7. What's your eye color?

Brown!

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Man... I love both.

9. Any talents?

Talent always feels like a strong word. I suppose art is something I'm talented at. And since I've started beading people have said I'm talented with that. I'd like to think I retain some programming talent and technical writing talent from university.

10. Where were you born?

United States, in Minnesota specifically

11. What are your hobbies?

I do a lot of crafts: knitting, embroidery, sewing, beading. Like mentioned I draw, I also write. I like to read. I play video games. I like writing analysis essays about media.

12. Do you have any pets?

Yes! My old man. He's a little guy and gonna be 14. He's my beloved elderly puppy.

13. How tall are you?

5'9.5 I believe. I get measured pretty regularly since I'm always at the doctor.

14. Favorite subject in school?

In high school, math was my favorite because it was the only one I was good at. In university, linguistics was my favorite but that was quite soured by the fact that academia and linguists in general tend to be horrifically racist and classist and colonialist and I experienced countless of microaggressions every day. (be wary of any yt linguist, self-identified or otherwise)

15. Dream job?

Might seem weird but I would like to be a custodian, but only if we're talking dream where I can also dream up a custodial job that accommodates my disabilities, doesn't treat me as subhuman, and pays enough to life comfortably. I like cleaning, I like doing repetitive tasks, I like that its work that doesn't require me to talk with many people, I can just put on music and chill. It's a perfect autism job. But I don't think I could take the way (white) people treated me when I was cleaning for them.

#eldritch it speaks

[pants-magic-pants]

heyy, hope you doing good! and sorry to keep bothering you lol

so you got me really curious

idk if this is something you would share, and it’s totally fine if not, but i was wondering how much went into the costume? both time and money -wise

Hello! I'm... surviving! I hope you are as well.

I am also curious about this question, as I certainly didn't keep track of it. Initially, I did save some receipts, but this project was so long-term that work on it became scattered. Scattered in terms of when I was able to find the right materials, when I was well enough (mentally, physically) to work on it, when progress was actually being made vs. me searching and bumbling around unsuccessfully...

When there was any sort of momentum, it was almost like a part time job, where substantial amounts of hours were put in on all or most of my days off (which I have three). I spent many days hyperfixating on it all day with just a few breaks, so maybe 12 hours in a day, for 2-3 days in a week, so 24-36hrs in a week. But not all my weeks were like that. I went a couple months not working on it at all because it was stealing my soul.

If we were to say that on average there was just one day a week from September 2022 when I began the project, until November 2023, that I worked on it all day, it'd be one day (12hrs) x 4 weeks in a month x 15 months... That means a minimum of 720hrs went into it.

As for the costs? I was very scared to tally this up, but it's not terrible?... If you consider what some cosplays cost? Some of it is ridiculous, like the fact that I probably spent $100 on beads.

I had to look up what some things cost roughly, and sort of guess, but here's my tally:

MATERIALS -- $143 $90 in various beads $10 sea glass $9 aquamarine crystals $9 blue/mirror crystals $10 hot glue sticks packs x 2 $3 black acrylic paint $6 button bases x 2 $6 blue cabochons for buttons

FABRIC -- $146 $65 velvet x 4yds (but mine was free) $13 cuff lace x 1yrd $13 upper coat lining x 1yrd $13 lower coat lining x 1yrd $5 interfacing x 1yrd $12 thread x 4 $20 swatches x 3 $5 felt for padding

TOOLS -- $80 $8 french curve and other curved rulers $15 rotary blades x 3 $30 rotary cutting board (not even a big one) $23 pattern paper $4 microtex needles (Not included $20 walking foot that was useless) (Not included I had to get a whole goddamn new sewing machine, $500)

A few notes about the spending and amounts:

As you can see! The materials COST AS MUCH AS the fabric. hahahahahahahaahahaa It adds up, it seriously adds up. You keep needing more and more, and honestly I bought it all at such spread out intervals that I wasn't aware it was adding up. It could have also been less because there were a few sales at the craft store. hahaha

I did not have to pay for the velvet because of the issues the company had in getting it to me. Overall, you may notice that regardless of that my yardage is pretty low. It won't be the same for everyone. This was what was needed to produce a garment that is roughly a children's size large, or a women's XXS. It's one way that being a miniscule, little pipsqueak is an advantage... for one's wallet. Not much else good to say about it.

Anyway, tools. Tools is an important category. The fabric needed for this project was finicky and troublesome, and it required not only study on how to handle it, but the right tools and a worthy machine to handle it. I literally could not finish the coat without getting a new machine which was actually gifted to me... as I could not afford it in a million years... There is also no way to cut velvet without a sharp rotary blade and board, and you'll go through several blades in very short time.

So I guess that comes to about $370...

Not terrible... right? And it was free velvet. And I was gifted a machine, and I also had a couple patrons who donated over a hundred dollars, bless them. On the other hand, this was only the cost of the coat, and NOT the cost including the dress shirt, cummerbund, wig, etc.

Needless to say, I am dirt poor this year. No sort of spending like this will be occurring any time soon for further work (to make the pants, to get new boots, to go to events, take pictures) unless I'm able to pick up freelance work or earn more patrons. Yeah.

#this post ought to go with the master post #thanks for asking and for donating! #it's so sweet I may have to do something about it #ballroom costume #coat construction

[ladey]

When I Brush Your Hair | Chapter 1

Jinx x Fem!Reader 🌙🦋🎀

Word count: 3.3k

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Y/n doesn't waste much time getting up from her bed the moment she wakes up that morning. The clock reads 9:10 AM; her own body clock typically gets her up around that time. It's always been that way.

Her bare feet touch the cold floor beneath her but she pays it no mind as she speeds over to her dresser that her dad kindly made for her years ago. Clothes are laying on the floor haphazardly, blankets hung over a chair and table, and many drawings and photos from over the years taped onto the surrounding walls. Her room always held a special place in her heart. Pulling out her drawers she yanks out the first shirt and pants she thinks are most suitable for today.

Perhaps a brown t-shirt? No no, that's too boring. She looks at it for a moment; where did she even get this? She should really pzazz it up a bit, maybe a cute bear holding a flower! And then add a tiny bow on the collar- She's getting distracted. She shakes her head and mindlessly throws the brown shirt behind her, aiming for her bed so she'd remember for later but it lands on the floor instead.

She digs out a purple tank top that has a butterfly patchwork piece sewed into the fabric. She lets out a sound of approval and places it in her lap. Not long after, she's staring at herself in the body mirror; her outfit is complete with a cropped knitted sweater and shorts. The Undercity is often humid during the warmer seasons. But since it's march she still, and must, wear her signature knee high socks. Sometimes she wears little leg warmers... oh how she loves her leg warmers. She and her aunt have knitted some together before- Hold that thought, she should go visit her later. It's only been a week but she misses her already. Good thing she doesn't live too far.

Y/n bounces down the stairs to the second floor, hoping to see her dad in the kitchen with food already sitting on the table. She is sadly disappointed to see it empty. I mean yeah it's a Monday so naturally he would already be downstairs in the shop but a girl can dream. She hates having to make food because she's so slow and makes a mess every time and she just wishes she could eat some damn food without having to wait for the preparations. She sighs to herself.

She'll just have some jam and bread.

It must be a nice day outside since it's finally not raining for once. She thinks she can just barely see the sun shining down onto the city. She loves her plants more than her life but for her own sanity, she'd love to be able to see the sun for once while sitting on the top of the buildings.

With her droopy piece of bread in hand, she goes over to the shoe closet and steps into her boots without bothering to tie the laces. She opens the door after stepping off of the last flight of stairs and looks to her right and sees her dad wiping down the front counter. She smiles.

"Hey, papa." Beck, her dad. He works as a mechanic. She can brag about it too since he's the best one known in the Undercity. It makes her feel kind of bad for the other ones too though, since that probably means he's taking all of their clients. She'd hate it if they felt discouraged by it. Everyone's talented in their own way right? Y/n likes to believe so.

Beck's beaded eyes look up from the counter and he smiles warmly at his daughter. He notices the bread in her hand and knows she's likely miffed about her lack of breakfast. His smile only widens at that thought.

"Morning, hon. How's it goin'?" Y/n walks slowly until she stands in the middle of the shop. Random parts and tools sit in boxes and shelves. A vacant can of oil sits open some feet away from her making her nose scrunch. Usually he keeps that stuff in the back until he needs it, why is it out here? It's only stinking up the room. Not that oil smells that bad, besides it reminds her of her dad. But too much is too much. She shakes the intruding thought away and looks back up to her dad who's leaning on the counter with both hands. Old burn scars peaking through the sleeves folded up to his elbows.

"Fine I guess." She shrugs. She thinks about how nice the weather is and then her mind wanders over to something else.

"Is Bean out or is she still here?" She asks. Becks eyebrows raise for a split second.

"She should still be here, I fed her not too long ago."

"Okay." Y/n stuffs her mouth with her last bit of bread and jam and skips back over to the stairs. She wonders to herself if she should take her plants out with her to sit under the sun. She'll need some extra hands though. She smiles at the idea of seeing her best blue friend. Anytime she called her that she'd say that it made her sound depressed. But she would assure her that the colour blue didn't always mean something negative. She reminded her of the ocean and blueberries.

"Bean!" Y/n calls out. She crouches down to look at the bum of the dining chairs. Nothing. No sign of her on the kitchen counter or the couch either. Sometimes she lays behind the television stand and rubs against the plugs in the outlet. Y/n leans over and looks into the crack but she's met with dust.

She throws her head back as she releases an exasperated sigh. Crossing her arms over her chest and looking around as she slowly gives up, she notices a small shadow behind the curtains covering the doors to the very small balcony. Her head tilts with curiosity. Though she's almost positive that it's Bean.

Y/n slowly crosses the small living room. She approaches the curtains that softly sway with the air blowing past them, little light shining through them casting a soft yellow glow into the room. Her hand pushes the fabric to the side and without surprise, her eyes land on the orange and white cat staring off into the street as it sits quietly.

"Hi Bean." Y/n's soft voice automatically shifts an octave higher. Usually she would stay for a moment and watch with her, but she has things to do today. She has a habit of putting things off and forgetting about them, something her aunt warns her might bite her in the ass someday. So she doesn't want that to happen today.

She scoops the cat into her arms and begins to make her journey to her desired destination; The Last Drop. She can already hear voices talking and laughing under the floor below her; she internally cries as she comes to terms with the fact that she'll have to pass some random stranger.

She manages though as she peeps out a quiet "Hello." as she avoids awkward eye contact with the man speaking to her dad, not even bothering to pay attention to what he brought in as she speeds out of the door.

"Hey, be safe!" She hears her dad yell out to her. Quickly giving him a shout, "Yup!" before she's bounding down the increasingly bustling street.

She's brought Bean out with her like this before. She's like a rag doll; never really seeming to have much care for what the girl does to her. Perhaps it could be a result of early experience. As a young child Y/n would dress the cat up in little doll clothes and fake bottle feed it milk pretending it was her baby. Beck still has a photo of one of the times he caught her somewhere in his room.

It usually takes Y/n around eight minutes to get to The Last Drop while walking. And she would run, especially since she particularly enjoys running. But unfortunately with a cat in her arms she's slightly restricted from doing so.

A couple minutes pass and she hears a familiar voice calling out to her on her left. Her steps stop abruptly, causing a person behind her to nearly ram into her. Turning around with an evidently confused expression, her eyes roam around for a second until they land on her cousin, who sits on a barrel waving at her.

"Oh, Vera! Hi!" Y/n adjusts the cat in her arms and approaches her, narrowly avoiding other people walking past her.

"Where you off to?" The redhead asks, and Y/n notices a notebook and pencil in her lap.

"Vander's place."

"Oh, nice."

"Yeah."

"Have you seen Ekko around?"

"Umm no, sorry. He's probably still at Benzo's." This makes Vera hum, almost appearing disappointed. Y/n smiles knowingly but Vera ignores it.

"Okay, that's fine!"

"Mmhm. Well, I better get going, Bean is starting to get heavy."

"Oh yeah, that's no problem! See you around!" Vera reaches out and pets the cat's head quickly before dropping her arm and letting the other girl go.

"Cya!" Y/n trudges off again. Vera was alone this morning, usually she sees her with her group of friends. However sometimes she'll catch sight of her sitting by herself scribbling in that notebook. Evidently, she's keeping secrets in there since Vera tells her everything. Y/n's not hurt though. She loves secrets, and hopes one day she'll solve whatever secret her cousin is keeping from her.

Minutes pass and the young girl can finally make out the large sign of the bar in the distance casting a glow onto the ground and heads of people standing around. It's when she pushes the door open that she clocks in on how out of breath she is. Her arms are just beginning to ache, and her steps turn heavy making eyes fall on her as she approaches the bar. Music plays quietly from a jukebox and soft chatter fills the place. She's been here countless times and feels very comfortable, in fact she feels right at home. However she's still thankful that it's morning leading to less people residing inside.

Y/n takes three long exaggerated strides before she plunks the cat onto the bar. Bean immediately stretches her limbs before sitting down and licking her paws. At the same time, Y/n is lazily slumping on the bar stool and dropping her head onto her arms resting on the counter. Boy is she tuckered out already. She slowly closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, and before she can exhale she hears a deep voice coming from in front of her.

"What did I say about having the cat on the counter?" Y/n shifts her head so her chin is now resting on her arms. Vander is hidden behind Bean who is still grooming herself in front of her. She sighs.

"Sorry." But she doesn't move.

"Strawberry lemonade?"

"Yes please." Y/n hears shifting and glasses clanking before a liquid being poured. She straightens her back at the same time Bean struts to the far end of the counter to get patted by a couple of young women squealing at her. Vander places her signature cup in front of her; pink with star and butterfly doodles scattered around the surface, topped with a straw sticking out. Y/n always drinks with a straw, she can't remember a time where she hasn't.

"Thank you." She folds her legs under her then leans over to place the straw in her mouth. She hears Vander chuckle.

"Powder is awake downstairs. Mylo is still sleeping though, so you gotta be quiet. I don't want to have to put up with his complaints about two little girls waking him up giggling again." He's serious, but anyone could still hear the smile in his tone. Y/n's cheeks are puffed out by a mouthful of juice as she looks up at him. She takes a big gulp and smiles, nodding her head and then sliding off of the stool.

"Kay-kay!" She takes a few steps towards the ladies still petting Bean. She clears her throat in an attempt to get their attention. They look so intimidating and mean, and they're petting her cat. Surely they'd understand and let her have her cat back. So why can't she just shove them to the side and grab her? It's not that hard. Just go up and say excuse me!—

"Off you go, ladies." Vander's voice booms from behind her, successfully giving them the idea though nearly making them jump in their spot. Y/n awkwardly smiles and chuckles as they see her and finally walk away. She quickly grabs Bean and proceeds to the basement.

She stays mindful about the volume of her steps as she descends the stairs, avoiding the spots where she knows creaks the loudest. Turning the knob with her small hand she slowly opens the door, peeking in as she does so to survey the room. Turns out everyone is awake. Though barely.

Y/n remembers the "mission", as she likes to call them, that the older kids went on yesterday. Vi is sitting in the chair she loves so much while wrapping her hands in a fresh pair of thin gauze, struggling to keep her eyes open. Claggor is mumbling to himself as he fiddles with his goggles that he must've slept on again, and Mylo appears to be laying on one of the sofas with a pillow over his face. Y/n silently prays that the pillow magically sticks to him so he suffocates.

"Hey, Candy." Y/n fixes her gaze onto Violet who just acknowledged her presence with slight surprise.

"Hi strawberry head." She walks over and places Bean onto the coffee table.

"Y/n?" She hears a higher pitched voice to her left and her heart rate picks up. She turns her head and her eyes spot her best friend sitting on her bed, back resting against the wall and something in her lap hidden behind her knees. Y/n's grin widens as her posture subconsciously straightens. She pats her chest in an attempt to calm her heart down and makes her way over to the bed.

"Morning Powder." The two girls giggle. Mylo is already heard letting out a muffled groan.

"Whatcha got there?" Y/n sits down on Powder's left and leans over to see what is in her hands. The bluenette pulls away from her and hides the mystery item in her arms, face pink and almost panicked.

"Nothing!" Y/n is taken aback.

"Nothing? C'mon, please lemme see."

"Noo! It's a surprise."

".....Fine." Y/n pouts. Powder smiles and twists her body so her friend can't see, and lifts the end of the blanket to hide the item underneath it. As Y/n's mind begins to wander off, she immediately recalls her plan about her plants. She practically jumps off the bed in her moment of remembrance.

"Oh yeah that's right! I wanted to take my plants up to sit in the sun but I need help. Can you come with me, pretty please? With a cherry on top?" She bats her lashes at the girl in front of her in hopes of convincing her. What was the point though? She knew Powder would submit, she always did. That's what friends are for, right? The girl smiles about to reply before Vi's voice cuts in.

"If you're going up top you need someone to go with you." Her face is stern and almost challenging as she scrutinizes the two girls from her spot on the chair. They glance at each other and start giggling as though they've been caught by some form of authority. Which is in a way true.

"And that will be you, right?" Y/n tilts her head sweetly to charm the redhead. She sighs and looks to the floor as though defeated. Mylo pulls the pillow away from his face to say,

"Please go with them." Vi glances at him and shakes her head before standing up.

"Fine. You two stay here, the cat better not be dead when I come back." She points to the boys sternly. Mylo grumbles with a couple of "Yeahs", but Clagger on the other hand looks delighted.

"Oh man. Mylo fix these for me will you? I'm gonna look for a brush." He throws his goggles at Mylo and briskly stands up in search for a brush to use on Bean. The three girls are already exiting the door, Vi shutting it behind her.

"Sooo we kinda have to go back to my place and get them. I promise there's not a lot. It's just hard trying to carry all of them at once, especially while climbing, y'know? I also like the company. Not that I'm super lonely, I have you guys.. You'd tell me if I got boring and annoying though right?"

"Alright, relax Y/n. Sounds like a plan." Vi chuckles with a comforting hand placed on the young girl's shoulder. She smiles up at her. She's always really liked Vi. She hopes to be just like her some day... or be with her? She never really thought too deeply about that. She's always been there as support. She's like an older sister she never had. She wonders if Vi sees her as a sister too. She really hopes so, cause if not then she'd be deeply embarrassed.

"You could never get boring." Powder pulls Y/n's out of her thoughts. She's smiling intently at her. Y/n wants to smile back at her but she looks down and bites her lip out of nervousness.

"Or annoying?"

"Mmm..." Powder pretends to think. Y/n playfully slaps her, both of the girls laughing and too engrossed in their own world to notice Vi telling Vander they will be gone for a while.

They talked about anyone and anything while on their way to Y/n's place, and once they started going up top they were too focused on not falling to their death or getting lost to goof around. The higher up they got the more clearer the sky above them got. Y/n was right; it is indeed a sunny day. Not too windy either, so her plants shouldn't topple over. The young girl feels her insides turn warm and her smile spread across her face, ignoring the burning sensation beginning to travel up her legs. She's thankful this particular journey consists mostly of walking up stairs and going up elevators. Climbing is such a hassle. Though stairs aren't that much better. It's boring and less riveting than climbing things and crawling through small spaces. Though if   Y/n's being honest with herself, small spaces make her slightly claustrophobic.

The moment all three of them reach the top landing of a building, Y/n jogs over to the edge. It's no sunset, but the view of the city still looks beautiful from up so high. She loved the sun, it filled her with a sense of joy and protection that she couldn't find from anything else. She sighs and turns around, seeing the other two silently admiring the view.

"Shall we give the plants a seat?" She speaks softly. And the three of them place the pots of plants on an empty table; four in total.

"I wish I could see the sun everyday." Powder mumbles, mirroring Y/n's thoughts as she stands beside her.

"Don't we all?" Vi said quietly, though it sounded like she intended for it to only be heard by herself. Y/n hums to herself. She stares back out into the city. Basking in the sun's warm embrace a little longer before the three of them have to go back home.

Chapter 2…

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i have no fucking idea how to write vi bc she's so serious all the time 👩🏼‍🦲 i'm sorry.

#arcane #arcane fanfic #jinx #arcane jinx #jinx x y/n #arcane jinx fanfic #jinx arcane #jinx x fem!reader series #jinx x afab!reader #jinx x fem!reader #jinx x reader #arcane jinx x reader #arcane fanfic series

[hoodie-buck]

pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! then tag you’re it!

thanks to all my lovelies who tagged me @monsterrae1 @jacksadventuresinwriting @buddierights @spotsandsocks @rogerzsteven @prettyboybuckley @onward--upward 💙

1. wildfire

—They shared another look, Buck constantly feeling as though Eddie could see right through him. Maybe one day he wouldn’t try so hard to hide himself.

2. come back home (the happy ending version <3)

—Eddie’s hand slipped into the space between them, palm coming to rest over Buck’s heart.

“Your heart’s beating really fast Buckley. You should get that checked out.”

3. coastlines

—“When we get back, will—will you take me out surfing?”

Eddie twisted just enough so he could look at Buck, letting an easy smile spread across his lips.

“Yea of course. You name the time and place, and I’ll be there.”

4. i wanna be your turtle 🐢

—Eddie’s own fears took a backseat as he moved closer to make sure the snake didn’t get any ideas about eating his kid for lunch. There was something about the way Buck was so gentle, talking Chris through the whole process, making sure he was never uncomfortable, that made Eddie’s heart stir.

5. about last night

—“He could be the easter bunny then!” Buck tilted his head back to Eddie once more. “You have a cute wittle cotton nose babe!”

6. i wanna be what you want, what you need (i wanna be your everything)

—They went silent then, their bodies trembling with frustration. Buck watched as a bead of sweat rolled down Eddie’s forehead, a mixture of rain and perspiration doing the same to Buck, both of their breaths coming out jagged.

7. if i asked you to stay, would you?

—As Eddie reached for Buck’s bloodied arm, Buck hissed as the wrap was removed, fresh blood seeping through; it looked a little excessive for the type of cut.

8. i want to lvoe you (but i don’t know how)

—Buck tried to squirm out of his hold, turning away from him, but Eddie wasn’t having it. He used his thumb to brush just below where the stitches had been placed, his finger rubbing over the blotchy skin of Buck’s birthmark; god he’d wanted to do that for so long.

9. you could be the one that i keep

—It had been three days, three whole days since he’d talked to his best friend; it was worse than any pain he’d ever felt.

10. with the sex so good that i won’t forget it (feelin’ the rush)

—Those blues looked down to him then, Eddie seeing the sadness behind the rage.

i’m sure everyone’s been tagged by now but incase you haven’t and wanna do it, i’ll tag @swiftiediaz @mansikkaomenabanaani @confetti-cupcake @justsmilestuffhappens @honestlydarkprincess @zainclaw @loveyourownsmiilee @djdangerlove and anyone else who sees this and wants to share <3

#one line any fic #buddie #buddie fics #my writing #evan 'buck' buckley #eddie diaz #911 fox #a little of this #a little of that #just some of my personal favorites <3

[thiziri]

15 people, 15 questions

Thanks for tagging me @victoriademedici 🥰

1) Are you named after anyone?

My name is the same as my maternal grandmother’s but my middle name isn’t really after anyone, my mum just found it a sweet name… 🥰

2) When was the last time you cried?

Last night, thanks to Heather lmao

3) Do you have kids?

4) What sports do you play/have you played?

I did Taekwondo and Basketball

5) Do you use sarcasm?

Always, i love sarcasm

6) What’s the first thing you notice about people?

If they seem friendly enough or not even if i won't probably approach them, but just in case lol also, maybe their eye colour too

7) What’s your eye colour?

Green/Hazel

8) Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings please, I've had enough of scary movies lol

9) Any talents?

Annoying people lmao

10) Where were you born?

Dzaïr 🇩🇿❤️

11) What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing, editing, photography, dancing, bead making, playing cards

12) Do you have any pets?

Nope! I had a dog back then but since she passed away and we moved from our old house we didn't adopt any other dog

13) How tall are you?

5’2 lmao 💀

14) Favorite subject in school?

It used to be French, English and German

15) Dream job?

Doing nothing becoming a French teacher

Tagging @aimeedaisies and anyone else who wants to do it as well 🥰

[abyssaldyke]

15 questions from @coffinbutch

1. Are you named after anyone?

My middle name was the name of my mom's long time therapist that is not a joke.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Honestly probably at a movie or something but I got extremely misty the other day after putting in a huge order of girl scout cookies from a coworker's daughter and thinking about how little things like that made me so happy as a kid and how it's nice to now be an adult and be able to do those kinds of nice things for kids.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope! I like kids but I do not want them.

4. What sports do you play/have played?

I took Taekwondo for a lot of years as a kid but have never really been a team sports type guy.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

sometimes? I'm not great at it.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Their outfit, maybe hair if it's unique? I dunno, what else do people notice?

7. What's your eye color?

Brown, the only eye color in my opinion (though I did marry somebody with lovely blue eyes but we don't hold that against them)

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies can have happy endings! But yeah scary for sure. Bleak, ideally.

9. Any talents?

Eh, I've not got many things I'm innately good at (human and fallible) but I think I've got a good sense for writing and art after practicing for a long time.

10. Where were you born?

California

11. What are your hobbies?

writing, perler beads, hanging with friends. Reading books. General puttering

12. Do you have any pets?

Yes the delightful and irritating winifredo

13. How tall are you?

For accuracy and because Ollie will get me on it, I'm 5'6' and a half but I usually round up to 5'7" and nobody gives me any grief about it.

14. Favorite subject in school?

English!

15. Dream job?

something where I have little oversight but lots of support and can goof off and write while also doing lots of things (I like my current job)

As for tagging, mutuals, go for it! Yes you!

#ya girl

[absolutely-not-my-main-blog]

My internet provider was straight up playing me before because it took 3 hours to download the ep last week and with the new internet, 20 minutes this week, so anyway I took random notes while watching and just gonna post a couple of them in one hit before scrolling my dash:

1. “Anybody can get a guy to bang them once.” Oh, can they, Dennis? Can they?? Sounds like a man speaking from experience, huh.

2. Jack to Charlie regarding “play dates” together and him saying “You don’t remember,” oh that hurts my heart, Charlie having to repress memories of him. And then the extra creep factor with the fucking ice cream truck, good lord, I’m starting to think Jack murder is more and more possible this season.

3. “Don’t mind my friend, he’s schizophrenic.” “I am, yeah.” I know it’s like a joke here, but I like schizotypal Charlie headcanon so I choose to see this as a win. (Spider in my ear vibes though <3)

4. Dee and Mac asking “why” and “how come” Dennis has a system to get men and him shhing them, oh yeah it’s all coming together, he’s used this system fr, and the truth and something else is gonna come out, baby.

5. Love The Waitress is Getting Married vibes from Dennis helping Mac and Dee on their dates the way they tried to help Charlie.

6. Girl, how did Dennis get that bottle open over that guy, this man lives off of beer and air, he’s a weak, frail Victorian maiden who would absolutely get Mac to open jars in their apartment constantly.

7. MOMMY ISSUES DENNIS REAL. Okay so we’re all in agreement we’re gonna transport Den “back to a time when he was a snot nosed little bitch who depended on the most important person in his life for absolutely everything, the person who inflated his ego, who made him feel powerful but also powerless, the person whose validation he’s been seeking his entire life.” I’m SCREAMING. “The way to make a guy fall in love with you is to make him feel like you are his mommy.” GIRL, WHAT THE FUCK, Freud would like a word, I could write a whole essay on this scene alone, but I’m sure someone else already has, but oh my god they’re bringing up how Barbara’s influence really messed with him, inflating his ego, making him the golden child and holding him up to these perfect standards, but he’s trying to maintain that perfection even after she’s gone and realizing he can’t, making him powerless. He just wants the illusion of power! he doesn’t want to have to work for it this much. Head buzzing with incoherent thoughts but there are thoughts here I may come back to just aaahh.

8. On another note, I really liked their acting in this one, especially the S.I.N.N.E.D. scene, their deliveries were all great, they seemed to be having fun and it was sooo cute.

9. A boy in love with Johnny so he can’t be with anyone else, but Dennis is Johnny, Dennis catfish real, Dennis controlling anal beads real, what fever dream is this fucking episode, a boy in love with Johnny, Johnny dennis Dennis Johnny, I’m losing my mind.

10. “I’m Dennis, I’ve always been Dennis” and Ireland’s “You’re you, you’ve always been you” parallels and Mac’s need for solid and clear labels of identity, but Dennis’ continually vague notion of his own self, and Mac remaining completely clueless this whole season, not seeing what’s right in front of him, the blowing jokes, Dennis and his system for men, Dennis is Johnny, while Dennis is starting to realize maybe what he wants and continuously gets more aware, and it leads to mental health day, aaah idk!! So much!

11. I love how everyone was deep dive analyzing the Frank Dennis scene and it was just him telling him he got anal beads in his ass 😭

12. The chess opponent looks a lil like Donald to me.

13. Full ass blast 😭 I hate how this show makes me insane regardless of that.

#iasip #text #sunny sweet 16 #frank vs russia #s16 spoilers #anmmbposts #iasip spoilers

[glitchy7734]

-Stan Marsh Head Canons-

Favourite time of year

Stan's favourite time of year is the transition period between winter and spring. He enjoys seeing the days grow longer and the sun appear more - seeing the odd new flower bloom under the snow.

2. Does he read? What's his favourite book?

Stan doesn't really read much. If he reads anything at all, it's comic books. But he definitely tried reading some Edgar Allen Poe during his goth phase.

3. Favourite way to waste time

Stan's favourite way to waste time would be listening to music, laying in bed and just allowing time to pass him by.

4. Favourite type of music

Influenced by his hatred for his father and the metal band he was in when he was a kid, Stan's favourite type of music is metal or rock. One of his favourite bands is Korn.

5. Hobbies

Stan's hobbies just include writing songs and listening to music if that counts. His depression makes it difficult for him to try new things and stay committed to them. Also, I don't take him for a very sporty person.

6. Happiest memory

Stan's happiest memory is when he, Kyle and Kenny all turned Cartman into a ginger while he slept. It was funny, knowing how he would react in the morning. It also gave Stan a chance to get back at Cartman for everything he had done.

7. Most embarrassing moment

It would definitely be when he first threw up on Wendy. The fact that he had only just come to terms with his massive crush on her didn't help either. Poor guy cried in his room all weekend.

8. A best friend moment

Him and Kyle bleached streaks in Stan's hair because of impulsive thoughts one school day. Kyle put it in Stan's hair and nearly put it in his eyes. This was at 2am on a Wednesday.

9. Blemishes or scars

He has a small 2cm scar above his left eyebrow from when he contracted vaginitis. It left a scar similar to a chicken pox scar. Has a scar on his abdomen, slightly below his belly button - he can't remember how he got them. Also, he has a few scars on his forearms - from his tween years and from when he was overwhelmed by developing hormones.

10. Biggest fear

Stan's biggest fear is abandonment. He thinks of the ones closest to him leaving him and that really scares him. This leads to him being protective and overthink every action he makes.

11. Good luck charm

A friendship bracelet Kyle gave him is both his most prized possession and his good luck charm. It's made of small wooden beads, changing between red and blue, with a single silver bead on it.

12. How he hugs

Very awkward. Mostly just leaning his head on a shoulder or chest, with a single arm wrapped around them. It's not that he's not a hugger, he just has a hard time feeling fully comfortable with someone.

13. How he sleeps

Tosses and turns a lot. If he doesn't, means he's really exhausted. Starts off with seeping on one side but ends up with laying on his back in a starfish position.

14. How does he express love?

Platonically - acts of service. He'll let someone know he cares about them by offering to help them with anything he can. Romantically - quality time. Stan will spend as much time as he can with his S/O, from small hangout sessions to planned dates. This will all include small moments of physical touch like holding hands.

15. A skill he'd love to have

To be able to draw. He thinks it'd be really cool to be able to draw whatever he wants from his imagination. He'd definitely draw his superhero persona - Toolshed - as if he was a Marvel comic hero.

16. His spirit animal

Stan feels like he resonates with sloths on a spiritual level. Doesn't know why, maybe because he always feels sluggish and moves like them. He also thinks they look pretty cool.

17. Hogwarts house

He would be in Gryffindor despite his own insecurities.

#stan marsh #south park #stan headcanons #stan south park #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick

[amiablesummer]

romantisised asks challenge

hello to everyone, but particularly @stingrayextraordinaire who tagged me in this big but interesting challenge. Thank you so much! here we go…

1. if you were to have Hanahaki disease, what flowers would you cough up?

i'm gonna say blue hydrangeas

2. if someone were to catch Hanahaki disease for you, what flowers would they cough up?

pink roses or camellias

3. if you were any historic trope, what would you be? (i.e., the knight, the town baker, the witch of the forest, etc.)

I think I'd be the scribe writing down what heroic or ordinary deeds everyone else does. Ink on my hands, messy scribble, that's very me. Shut up in a room writing the past down, probably killed by the Vikings - at least i'd be remembered by the future readers of the scroll.

4. tell us about your ideal battle outfit.

i would definitely be wearing trousers. some cosy fitting armour, too, like Zoya’s dragon scale armour in Rule of Wolves that’s more like a second skin. nice and silver so it can catch the light. also with a cool cape like Eowyn’s in the Return of the King, an earthy tone, good for camaflaging. 

5. what would you be a goddess of and what would people sacrifice to you?

I would be a goddess of memory and nostalgia because that’s a big muse to me. People would probably sacrifice their childhood toys or clothes they don’t need to keep anymore. or maybe particularly bad memories.

6. name five iconic quotes that make you feel things.

“It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it'll shine out the clearer.” - Sam in the Two Towers movie

“The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don’t always spoil the good things and make them unimportant.” - Doctor Who, Vincent and the Doctor

"...We become like that on which our hearts are fixed. Whenever you go out of doors, draw the chin in, carry the crown of the head high. We are gods in the chrysalis.” — Elbert Hubbard, quoted in How To Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie

“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: it is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” - Antoine de Saint-Exupery, The Little Prince

"In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.” - Albert Camus

7. scythe, battle axe, broad sword, spear, or trident?

broad sword

8. what combination of natural scents would you use as perfume?

rosewood, gardenia and musk 

9. ancient scrolls or leather-bound books?

Leather-bound books

10. describe yourself as if you were a storm.

a summery storm, the kind that’s not loud but just consistent, rumbling across the sky all day and night as you lie comfortable in bed, romanticising it from a distance. the kind of storm that brings the enlivening, miracle rain that makes the crops grow and people smile. if you’re right in the centre of it, you know it best, and you can see the warm light shining on the rain out your window.

11. what type of flower (other than a rose) would you offer someone you were trying to court?

baby’s breath are beautiful, paired with golden wattle. 

12. honey in milk or cinnamon in tea?

cinnamon in tea

13. cabin in the woods, apartment in the city, or mansion in the suburbs?

i wouldn't mind a mansion for a day, but cabin the woods sounds the most cosy. i don't much like cities.

14. curtains of beads or lace?

nice white lace

15. vocal or instrumental music?

instrumental while writing and reading, vocal for chores and travelling.

16. describe your ideal fantasy outfit.

i like dressing up in 1850s style middle-class skirts, with pantaloons and boots, that you can pick up the edges of and it trails behind you. with a pretty blouse and a hooded cloak, I would run around doing cottagecore errands all day. 

17. of all the fantasy races to ever exist, which one would you be?

whatever race that talking cats are part of, i’d like to be one of those. or quite possibly a hobbit.

18. hard candy, fruit preserves, or spice cake?

hard candy, i have a sweet tooth

19. show us a picture of your ideal crown.

20. tying your hair up using ribbon, yay or nay?

yes. channeling Zoya Nazyalensky with a dark blue velvet ribbon. However i seem to always need a hairtie underneath it to hold my hair.

21. an evening in the forest with elves, a night in the caves with vampires, or a morning in the garden with fae?

An evening in the forest with elves, like in the Fellowship of the Ring.

22. tell us, in detail, about a curse a witch would put on you.

It would be a curse of being separated from others. Loss is my worst fear. being invisible, perhaps, from the people in my life, or stuck in a tower alone. I do not like isolation. it would make me have to face the parts of myself that I don’t like, and i would have to be independent, not having someone to lean on or able to live in the background of their life. I would have to make my own life, and that terrifies me. it would hopefully make me end up much more confident, if a little insane. 

23. talking with sylphs or singing with nymphs?

Singing with nymphs. singing is fun

24. mint, rosemary, basil, or sage?

I love rosemary. mint tastes nice. Basil is good in bolognese, and sage is a pretty colour. But rosemary is the best. 

25. favorite childhood story? (doesn’t have to be a fairy tale)

A lot!! As a little girl my favourite fairy tales were Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty (aka the Disney movies). But my absolute favourite story was Robin Hood. I used to pretend to be him with a hat and everything, being the fox in the movie. I was haunted by The Nutcracker from seven years old. I cried over The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Anderson. I also remember loving Dick Wittington and His Cat.  My dad used to read me the Rainbow Magic books, and Milly-Molly-Mandy. As an older kid my favourites were Harry Potter, The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings. 

26. tell us about an experience you’ve had that seemed unreal or supernatural. (doesn’t have to be scary)

when i was a kid there was this book i was really scared of, about kids who go into one of those big water tanks and feel something in there in the dark that is uncanny. When I remembered the book, I kept seeing the water tank that's in my town - Every time I looked at the horizon there it was. Not scary as much as haunting. I found the book recently when I was at a spooky read-in at my cousin’s school. The weird thing was I had just been saying that we should read it. It turns up right when I’m thinking of it, that deep dark water. I have nightmares about the water too.  

27. would you rather have poison or healing ointment in your traveling pack?

I’d say healing ointment because I like to think I’m a good person, but also because there’s other ways you could harm people whereas there's not many that you could heal them with. 

28. tell us three sayings that you live by.

just take one step at a time.

where there's life, there's hope.

knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom. (Aristotle) 

29. vials or mason jars?

Mason jars because they can fit a lot of useful things in them. 

30. describe your ideal masquerade ball outfit (mask included).

It would have to be red… I don’t get to wear red often. Long flowy sleeves that I could swish around when holding the mask stick up - it would be a mask with pointy edges and feathers. Maybe embroidered with animal designs. The skirt would have those sewn on too, with dark red undertones, almost purple. It would have lots of sequins, but not too heavy, and big enough to twirl in. I’d curl my hair and have jewels in it too. I’d like to be classy. 

31. splashing around in a river with mermaids or flying through the sky with harpies?

Splashing in a river with mermaids

32. what would you end up in the dungeon for?

Not doing things on time, or forgetting something important; i am chronically late. Or going against the status quo, if this is a totalitarian society - I hate following the masses. 

33. if you were a fairy, what color would your wings be?

i do love pink and green, but some gold in there would look lovely too. and pale blue. 

34. if you could have any magical item, what would it be?

This is really hard, but I’ve always wanted a bag like Mary Poppins’ or Hermione’s which is bigger on the inside. An actual TARDIS would be cool, but I like the thought of being able to fit a library and an art gallery into a portable thing. I do also want a time machine though. Or a portal. Or a fortune-telling mirror/bowl. 

35. what song would the bards sing about you when you passed by?

A mixture of the vibes of Bleeding Heart by Regina Spektor, Hand in my Pocket by Alanis Morisette, and These Days by Powderfinger. that's super specific, so otherwise just something about hopeless romanticism...

36. would you rather be a pirate or a king/queen?

If you’re Nikolai Lantsov, you can do both. As for me, a pirate because it would be much more fun - I’m not one for politics. I’d have to be less squeamish though. 

37. would you spend more time in the field of flowers, the tavern, the docks, or the marketplace?

I would lie in the field of flowers drawing all day. If I had to work, I’d choose the marketplace. And the docks for an evening stroll. 

38. would you have a painting of yourself?

yes if it was very particularly done, like in an impressionist style or something really personal.

39. what skill are you famous for?

Remembering dates, like birthdays, details from things that happened a long time ago, and random fun facts. 

40. if you could live any fairy tale, which one would you?

The best aesthetic goes to “East of the Sun, West of the Moon” but I would also like to be friends with Puss-in-Boots.

41. stained glass windows or fairy lights?

Stained glass windows 

42. what kind of snow globe would you live inside?

One with one of those pretty Christmas cabins and a big tree, and snow on the ground, maybe with some animals like a deer, a fox or some bunnies, and a bonfire (with snow on it...)

43. what animal would you be reincarnated as?

A domestic cat who sleeps in the sun all day, preferably in a bookshop. 

44. lost at sea or lost in space?

lost at sea, but with a boat. I’m scared of the sea, but space is so much worse - at least someone could come rescue you in the sea.

45. if you could have a scar in any shape, what would it be?

i think a heart shape would be very cute. 

46. what celestial body would you write a hymn to?

The Moon has that celestial elegance, and I would give anything to be able to go there for a day or two. It has that lonely, feminine, mystery about it... But also Saturn because I have always admired its rings. 

47. describe a potion you would brew, complete with ingredients and desired effect.

i would want to make a potion to create calmness that could help anxiety, so I would use some lemon balm, some lavender which would also make it smell nice, and chamomile. to be a real fantasy potion brewer i’d probably add some rose petals and moondust and mix it together with cocoa powder because it’s tasty and, of course, vanilla essence. that probably makes no sense but hey, i made it up.

48. flying ship or underwater home?

flying ship. i like flying and i think someone totally needs to invent a boat-like cruise airship that’s not as dangerous as a blimp, for me to relax in. and the sky isn’t as scary as the ocean. 

49. if you were a nature spirit, what season would you dwell in?

Summer, as per my url. I would sleep outside and walk on the beach, and blow the cool change breeze in the evening. very nostalgic.

50. if you could haunt any place as a ghost, what would it be?

I want to be amusing and say my old school, since it is very ghost-populated. it would be fun to turn the lights off every so often. But I would have to choose the old but pretty cafe that I live near, which used to be the gatehouse for the cemetery. It has a really lovely feel to it and it could do with an eerie presence, since it is in the cemetery. 

i don't know if anyone else loves fantasy but if anyone wants to do some or all of these questions please go ahead <3 <3 <3 @anouri @mourningintodancing @peachtreesinblossom @tunisian @l0velyjewel @unhingedballad

#tag challenge #fantasy #this was actually so fun #i love the questions #yall get to know about me now lol

[ethereal-maia]

The Women I’ve Seen In New Mexico

I’ve visited New Mexico a handful of times in my life, and each time I’ve gone, there’s been an older woman who really stands out to me. She defines the whole trip for me. This could be called a tier list but they were all such interesting people that I don’t think that’s fair. They’re all 10/10 experiences. I’ll just give them emojis instead to try and show you the vibe I associate with each of them.

Sock Magic Woman: ♥️🐓☕️/⭐️. She worked at a sock store with hard-to-track hours. She was much older than me, maybe in her 60s, but she was lively and helpful and you could tell she loved her life so much. She said I reminded me of her, that I looked like how she used to when she was about my age. She had short, flat, grey hair, and it grounded me a moment to imagine her many years younger, with curling dark blonde hair down past her shoulders. I bought a blue pair of socks with chickens on them, and she admired them, and noted that her own were red with chickens. She went on to say she was the oldest of three siblings- like I was. I’m 200% convinced I met a kindred spirit that day, maybe a future version of myself. 10/10

Purple Woman: 💜👒👀/⭐️. She was sitting on the curb of the plaza as I walked by with my mom. I paid hardly any attention to her, she was a nobody for now, but I noticed she wore a purple-and-green flowered tank top and sat with a man who she seemed to know like a son. I walked past her and forgot her existence. On our way back from whatever store we had walked to, we passed the woman again. This time, she was ranting to the man, seemingly about another woman who had walked by recently, and had done something rude (?). Me and my mom stayed silent as we passed her, not wanting to get involved, but we almost broke down laughing as she yelled “CYANIDE IS YOUR BEST OPTION, YA LITTLE BITCH!”. I think about this a lot because it was such an unhinged response. Honestly one of the responses ever. 10/10

Rosary Woman: 🤍⛪️🧺/⭐️. This woman was at a church service I went to in Santa Fe with my family when I was about 9 years old. She sat in the pew right ahead of us, and she wore dark sunglasses, a gauzy kerchief on her head, and a white coat. Once the service was over, she turned to me specifically and held out her closed hand. She flipped it over and opened her palm to reveal a white-beaded rosary. I think I looked at her blankly, but she gestured for me to take it, and so I let her place it in my own palm as she told me “So you can pray to Jesus” with a smile. I thanked her and pocketed the rosary as I left the church with my family. I told my mom later that I didn’t like it, but it was nothing to do with the woman. It merely had to do with the metal of the chain (I don’t like metal on my skin; it’s too cold and… cold… so jewelry is a no and this rosary was not good for my senses). I think about how kind this woman was to give a young girl like me such a gift out of the blue. The only thing that doesn’t compute about this exchange is… why did she give the rosary? Was she looking to get rid of it? Did she just have a stash of them with her at all times so she could hand them out as she saw fit? Did she only give them to children? Did they all look the same? Mysterious and confusing. 10/10

All three of these encounters with these women have done wonders to my psyche, and I hope I remember them forever.

ps this^^ post was inspired by this post!! thank you @iidentifyasapotaato!!

#maia can write #ooh humanity and interactions and their impact on your brain ✨ #long post #women