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ablazenqueen · 2 years

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Dear queen👸,

It took me forever to find you again, ever since that ask from “gabi” anon, who asked you for recommendations. I remember thinking, “I should save this ask somehow,” but I obviously forgot. 🤦‍♀️ Anyhow, here I am finally, with a BL recommendation question of my own. Like, “gabi”, I am pretty new to this. But OMG, did my dumb ass just understand correctly that there are also GL dramas? 🥺 (Thinking about it, it makes a lot of sense…I just never realised that was also a subgenre, bc well, so far I haven’t seen any. 😶) So as a disaster-bi, can I please ask for some BL recs for my wlw-side? 👼

Thanks in advance!

~ lemanon 🍋

Dearest Lemanon,

Hell yeah, there’s such a thing as GL! My friend, you were missing out! Now… I won’t get too into the reasons behind it - because really, what do I know? - but the GL genre has much less content than the BL genre and they’re often quite short. Mostly due to the primary BL viewing demographic (straight women who don’t particularly care about good queer rep or lesbians) and the assumption that not as many people would watch GL content, which just doesn’t make it financially profitable for production studios. Doesn’t mean that won’t change in the future, I’m an optimist at heart, but alas, we cannot nab shows from the future and watch them now so we gotta work with what we got!

Before I toss out my recs, I just want to note three things.

1. I’m actually a lot less picky with my GL than with my BL. Part of the reason is that I can’t afford to be because there’s a lot less content available. But it’s also just because the tropes and relationship dynamics aren’t quite the same. GL tends to be a lot more innocent. And while I really wish they would stop this notion of “kEeP ThE LaDiES aNd tHe LeSBiANs PUrE nO sEx ALlOweD fOr THeM aBsTinENcE oNLy”, it does tend to make for healthier romances and dynamics. There are much fewer examples of non-con or dubious consent in GL than in BL (at least from what I can tell).

2. Having said that, I’m less picky about the relationships in GL but I desperately wish I could be more picky about the plots. Because we all drag BL plots for recycling the same old University Engineering Student Plot™ but… while GLs don’t follow that format, their plots are typically quite. Well. Plotless. As someone who lives for crime shows and murder mysteries, I desperately wish we had some kickass, crime-fighting (or crime-causing, I ain’t picky) lesbians. Where’s my Lesbian Battle Couple, huh? Where’s my Lesbian Manner of Death? My point in saying this is that my favourite shows in the BL genre are the ones with the more unique plot elements (ATOATS, Cherry Magic) or the ones that involve crime/action (Manner of Death being by FAR my favourite BL, The Devil Judge being my favourite Kdrama - not a BL/GL but strongly hinted at - and I’m preemptively assuming Not Me and Kinnporsche will also become favourites) and that I’m disappointed that I haven’t really found any of that in the GL genre. But if cute fluff is your jam, we’ve gotchu covered!

3. Same as you and I think a lot of people, I got into GL a lot later than BL so my to-watch list is a loooooot longer than my watched list. (And isn’t that embarrassing? Whoops!) So I’ll put that at the end for you to do your own perusing!

Less Than Or Equal To 75 Degrees Celsius

Origin: South Korea

My Thoughts: This is super short (about 30 min total), which is devastating because I would’ve watched two full seasons of these two women falling in love. The love interest is swoon-worthy and smitten, and this mini-series is just really wholesome and feel-good. Watch if you want calm vibes.

Vague Synopsis: Plot? What plot? We don’t know her, only ✨fluff✨. (It’s really short, okay? I don’t want to spoil anything!) All you need to know is that our protagonist works in a tea shop and her love interest has the softest heart eyes.

Fragrance of the First Flower

Origin: Taiwan

My Thoughts: I haven’t actually decided if this is a rec or not yet, because the show just aired its last episode and I’m not up to date. I was going to binge it before posting this but I didn’t want to keep making you wait, so I’m just gonna suggest giving it a try. It’s certainly well-acted and well-directed, I’m guessing the plot won’t really be for me personally, but it’s definitely a solid show.

Vague Synopsis: Two women who used to know each other back in high school reunite after years apart and there’s very strong unresolved sexual/romantic tension.

Friendzone 2 Dangerous Area (ONLY the ChrisAmm cut)

Origin: Thai

My Thoughts: In case it wasn’t clear from the title of this, I would really not recommend watching all of Friendzone, especially not the whole two seasons (it has a ton of couples, only one of which is GL and the rest of which are kind of awful). Tried it, really wasn’t a fan. I know it’s a drama but like… it’s a Drama™, you get me? I cannot stand needless drama. However! The shining light of this show! Chris and Amm! You can find a ChrisAmm cut pretty easily on YouTube. Not gonna lie, I find Amm to be kinda meh. But Chris! I LOVE Chris! So so so much! Truly a goddess amongst mortals! So yeah, it’s worth the watch for her, trust me.

Vague Synopsis: Fresh off a breakup, Amm strolls into a bar one day where she meets cute (and openly lesbian) barista Chris. They’re immediate friends and… well, I think you can see where this is going.

GLs I Watched And Didn’t Personally Vibe With But Know Are Generally Well-Liked By Other People:

Lily Fever (South Korea, found it too instantaneous)

Condo/Barista/Architect (Thai, veeeeery hard to find, incredible protagonist and love interest, but the love triangle made me sad)

Dear Uranus (Taiwan, doesn’t have an ending yet, a bit of a story structure mess, but cute as hell sooooo?)

GL Shows That Are On My To-Watch List:

Betcin (Philippines, I have been looking for an English sub of this show forever because it looks so good and I was planning on watching it alongside Bad Buddy but I. Cannot. Find. It. Blegh! If you find it, drop a link? 👉🏻👈🏻)

Diary of Tootsies (Thai, I lied, whoops, this show right here has w|w and m|m characters and presumably pairings, it’s next on my watchlist after Betcin and Not Me)

Transit Girls (Japanese)

Out of Breath (South Korea)

Pearl Next Door (Philippines, and I’m digging the vibes of the poster so I’ll probably be watching this one soon too)

Hormones 1 & 2 (Thai, not a GL but there’s a GL couple, I’m expecting another Friendzone 2 situation)

Handsome Stewardess (Taiwan)

Spider Lilies (Taiwan, a movie, not a show)

We are Gamily (Taiwan, again a movie, not a show)

My Dear Friend (Korean)

[Edit: Oh my god, the AUDACITY! I completely forgot to mention Couple of Mirrors!!! It’s not a canon GL but the subtext is heavily implied (à la Untamed or Word of Honor). I haven’t watched it myself yet but looks really good and has an assassin leading lady!]

Feel free to let me know if you want more BL or GL recs in the future. I’ll be binging a lot of these soon so my rec list will presumably (hopefully) grow. And my to-watch list is… very extensive. So I’d always be happy to share more from that!

(Also, this isn’t an Asian drama but if you like animation and want good w|w content, I could not recommend The Owl House enough. The main character is canonically bi, her love interest is a girl, and they’re probably my all-time favourite canon w|w pairing ever. And if you want strong female characters paired with heavily implied gay and lesbian subtext with a crime show backdrop, The Devil Judge (Kdrama) is a must-watch. Just throwing that out there.)

Sincerely,

Your Rec Gremlin Queen

#sorry this ask took me forever #I saw your other asks and no I wasn’t neglecting you #I had to sort through my disaster of a to-watch list to figure out which ones were the GLs #and then I rebinged four shows to make this #so yeah this ask took me a little longer than others #but not from lack of love and attention #do you want a tag too lemanon?#🍋🍋🍋#lemons? too on the nose?#gl recs #gl dramas #fragrance of the first flower #less than or equal to 75 degrees celsius #friendzone 2 dangerous area #asks

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jeanslongschlong · 3 years

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Hii!! I love your writings and i was wondering, could you do an a-z porco version?? You can choose whether you prefer nsfw or not, i dont mind at all!! Just wanna see some content about mu baby🥺 hope you have a great day/week/month/year and please be safe💖

hi! i’m gonna do a separate fluff alphabet for him bc i love him so <3 i did this in a modern (college if u squint) au bc that’s generally what i think about when i write so i hope this is ok! hope u enjoy, i’m sorry this took so long! stay safe and have a lovely day ❤️

warnings: extremely nsfw lol, mild cursing

word count: 1491

a-z nsfw alphabet for porco galliard

nsfw under the cut!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

I feel like Porco is a PRO at aftercare. I don’t know why, it’s just a hunch. I feel like he gives lots of shoulder kisses and runs his fingers through your hair, whispering to you just how much he loves you. Probably really enjoys taking baths with you! And MASSAGES! Especially if you guys just had a rather rough session (which I feel like is very often. IDK dude just the vibes I get from him)

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

He loves his hair, and he ESPECIALLY loves when you pull it. That’s one way to make him cum in his pants in .00005 seconds. On you I’d have to say your nose (: I feel like he loves giving you nose kisses and also putting you in positions (like the mating press) where your noses are practically pressing together when you’re having sex.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

I feel like his cum is kinda salty, but nothing too bad. It definitely doesn’t taste bad. Porco doesn’t seem like the type to be too picky about where he cums, but I do think that his favorite and preferred place to cum on you is your face. It makes pride swell up inside of him that he’s the only person who gets to see you like this. It’s also kinda just his possessiveness showing?? IDK mannnnn but it’s hot as fuck

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before you started dating he accidentally called one of his flings your name. He just brushed it off like it didn’t happen and made the person he slept with feel like they were hearing things LMFAO

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like he’s pretty experienced and knows what he’s doing, but mostly with people that he wasn’t involved with for more than a night. I don’t see Porco as someone who easily enters relationships, so most of his experience comes from clumsy and/or drunken one-night stands with random people he met at frat parties LMFAOOO

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Mating press. He loves being fully in control and seeing you struggle to gain any sort of leverage on him. Also, the eye contact and the deep ass angles he can hit; he brushes against your sweet spot with every languid stroke. Need I say more?

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Definitely not. Porco sees sex as serious even if he’s not in love with you- I feel like if you laughed it would just piss him off LOL

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I mean I don’t think he actively shaves so he’s probably got a bit of hair down there, but it’s nothing too wild. I feel like he keeps it soft lol and it’s definitely not a bush. The hair is a few shades darker than the hair on his head. He one hundred percent keeps clean, tho, so that’s not something you’ll have to worry about

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Most times sex is a way for Porco to release his frustrations and anger. He doesn’t really see it as a loving act since most of his past experiences weren’t related to that in the slightest, but every now and then he gets a strong urge to worship you in every way possible because he wants you to know just what you do to and for him.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Probably twice a week. Unlike a lot of the other AOT boys, I feel like Porco masturbates rather frequently. I feel like a lot of it stems from boredom, but some of it is (like most other things) related to frustration. It helps him zen out a bit

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Complete domination, choking, bondage, & spit play. I don’t think I need to say anything else on this topic, you can see what I’m getting at, yeah?

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He’s honestly fine with wherever, just as long as the price of getting caught isn’t too great. He enjoys the risk and adrenaline rush that comes with doing it in public places (for example in the bathroom at a school football game or at a restaurant while you’re on a date). But if his or your reputation was on the line, he wouldn’t even think twice about it. His preferred place (if he had to pick) would be the floor ;)

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Tbh just about anything LOL I really see him as a guy with a high sex drive, so if he sees your shirt ride up a little too far and catches a glimpse of the undersides of your boobs? BAM. Boner. You bend over in front of him? Boner. Obviously he can keep this in check most of the time, but sometimes? He just doesn’t want to.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Pegging. Sorry guys, he just…wouldn’t.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He is SOOOO good at giving oral, however, he definitely prefers receiving over giving. It’s probably one of the only aspects in the bedroom where he ever hands you the reins. He may push your head down sometimes, though, he’s one of those guys. But he just enjoys seeing you struggle to take it. Polishes his ego

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He tends to be pretty fast and rough. He doesn’t really have the patience to go slowly LOL I feel like he’d get bored-

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies. Especially when it could make one of you late (preferably you, he loves making you all flustered when someone asks what your reason for being late is). Like I mentioned previously, doing things slowly is definitely not something that Porco is very well versed in, so I don’t even really see you guys having long sessions very often. Quickies are just the norm for you guys. (You should be grateful for this, the longer sessions take DAYS to recover from. Praying for u)

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

It really just depends. You have to talk to him about it first, but I will say that he is more likely to say no than he is to agree, especially if his dominance is in question. He doesn’t like to give you control often

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He can last a good while if he wants to, but he doesn’t normally. Your sessions tend to last 10-15 minutes on average (not including foreplay), but when he really wants to he can last 30-40 mins.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Probably a few vibrators lol. Definitely wants to buy a sex swing smh. Probably has a whip. All of these are for you, the thought of using a toy on himself makes him a bit uncomfortable.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

I feel like Porco likes to tease on occasion, but something tells me that often times he’s way too impatient to bother. When Porco gets in the mood, he wants nothing more than to just bend you over and fuck the shit out of you right then and there. Anything that prevents him from doing so brings him out of the mood a little.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I don’t think he moans perse… He definitely lets out long sighs and grunts and other animalistic noises, but there’s not much moaning. I will say that he is very very verbal, and his dirty talk is TOP TIER. That’s it. That’s all.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

His biggest fantasy is to fuck you while someone else is sleeping in the room-

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Probably a good 6.5-7 in. And he THICC. You will definitely feel the burn at first with him

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

HIGH HIGH HIGH HIGH

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Not too quickly. He likes to make sure you’re okay first, and if you’re not feeling the best he’ll lay awake with you and talk to you until you’re asleep.

#attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #porco galliard #porco galliard x reader #porco x reader #aot x reader

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hesther-mcg · 3 years

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blue dragons, part one + chapter eight

➥ pairing: eventual asami x oc

➥ summary: the one where azula trains ursa, and gets the shock of a lifetime; or the one where a picky spirit makes himself known for the first time in ages

➥ rating: angst i suppose

➥ warnings: mentions of past abuse

➥ a/n: mnmxcnvxn this took forever to get out bc life is cray cray, haha srry folks but here we are!! this is quite an interesting chapter in my opinion, i really love the dynamic between ursa and azula and giving azula this opportunity means a lot. also this is an introduction to a certain blue serpentine spirit OoOoOoOoOo

also for clarification purposes, when ursa’s eyes glow, it looks like the avatar state but blue ya know

p1, chap seven p1, chap eight p1, chap nine blue dragons m. list

Frustration itched at every nerve in Ursa’s body, and she let out a huff. She swiped at her bangs that fell in her face as she paced back to the bench on the far side of the training yard. Her glass of watermelon juice was almost empty, and an added weight fell on her already sagging shoulders. She downed the rest of it and returned it to its spot, perhaps a little harshly, and shook her head.

A growl escaped her mouth and she screamed as she shot a large stream of fire at nothing in particular. Unbeknownst to her, Azula lurked in the shadows behind her. She had watched the Crown Princess -only thirteen years of age- train for a short while, her determination admirable and patience thinning. The older woman could see the mistakes that were made, minor in severity and easy to fix with a little guidance.

It had taken a long while for her to acknowledge the likeness between her and her young niece; she hadn’t wanted to and had adamantly denied it. But one day things just clicked, and she realized that Ursa looking like her, and thinking like her, and being as powerful as her wasn’t as bad as she thought.

Because her father was long gone.

What had happened to Zuko would never, in a million years, happen again, and what had happened to Azula surely wouldn’t either. Her older brother had proved himself to be an amazing father, and Izumi never once lived a day thinking she hadn’t made him proud. He never spoke down to her for being a girl, he never got angry because she couldn’t make up for it with bending, and he never used her for his own personal gain.

All of which were things Azula had been subjected to in her childhood, and had ultimately feared her niece would be as well, but was relieved to see otherwise. Their father, and his legacy, was long gone; and only when she accepted that fact could she truly accept her own growth and healing. And only when she accepted those could she accept that Ursa had all of her best qualities, and some of her not so best qualities, and if they were nurtured and guided correctly she could be like no one else.

“My, my, Princess; have you been out here all day?” Azula inquired as she emerged from the shadows and took slow steps to the aforementioned Princess, hands clasped behind her back and head held high just like always.

“Hey, Auntie Zula,” Ursa sighed as she bowed before rising again. “Almost; I’m going over some of the advanced moves I learned, and I’ve almost mastered them all but I can’t seem to get this last one.” She shook her head. “I’m doing exactly what my Master did, and it’s still not right. I know I’m better than this.”

“You are,” the older woman responded without missing a beat. She paced in front of her young niece. “You are better than this, this is but a mere moment in your path to mastering the element. You’re incredibly skilled, Ursa, never forget that. Before too much longer you’ll surpass your Master and they will no longer be able to do you any good. I was going to step in after that, but I can see that now is as good a time as ever.”

“Really?” One would have to be deaf to miss the eagerness laced in her question.

“Of course,” Azula turned sharply in place. “I know exactly what mistakes you’re making; though, it’s not your fault. I hate to tell you this, Princess, but your Master is a doofus.” The younger girl giggled from behind her hand. “Are you a dragon?”

The question caught Ursa off guard. “Huh?”

“Are you a dragon?” She repeated slowly. The look in her eyes was familiar, she had seen it in her father’s, grandmother’s, and great grandfather’s eyes many times before. She’d seen it in the mirror only once or twice; it was a look of true seriousness, one you could only get when, you might not know what you’re doing, but, you know that whatever it is you can do it. She tried her best to mimic it in her own matching eyes.

“Yes. I am a dragon.”

“That’s what I thought.” Azula stated smugly. “Only dragons can teach dragons, Ursa, and since The Great Dragon of the West is no longer with us, I only see it fitting that I take over as your Master. After all,” she raised one hand in front of her, and blue fire floated in her palm. “We do have twin flames.”

The pair shared a smile before Azula extinguished the flame and returned her hand to its rightful place, clasped in the other behind her back. Ursa placed one hand, fingers straight and palm pointed to the side, above the other, which was closed in a fist. She bowed deeply, “thank you for teaching me, Sifu Azula.” She rose back up and turned away from her Master. She faced straight ahead, ready for anything. “What should I do first?”

Lady Azula smiled to herself. “Your punches and kicks were good, but everything has room for improvement. You’re not putting enough power into your jump, and then not putting enough power in the flames. Let’s break it down. Take your stance.”

Ursa positioned herself in the stance she normally chose. Her grandfather had shown it to her, and she figured out that it was the one that worked easiest with her dynamic. Her left foot forward, right foot behind her. Knees slightly bent. Arms out before her, elbows slightly bent as well. Palms open, fingers relaxed. Ready to strike.

“Remember, firebending comes from the breath. Focus on the fire inside of you, and breathe in deeply; allow the air to reach the flames. Let your chi flow freely, the reason our fire burns blue is because it is pure. Your river is unblocked, your chi’s are synced and your power flows through you. Pure, clean, untethered fire. You have the power, be the thing that controls it.”

Deep breaths. Unlocked chi’s. Flowing river. The Princesses eyes had long since closed, and she envisioned all the things her aunt spoke about.

“Reposition,” Azula coaxed quieter, seeing the concentration on Ursa’s face.

The girl’s hands formed fists, clenched tightly, and her left arm straightened itself out. Her right fist drew back and rested right beside her eyes.

“Now, punch.”

It was like time moved in slow motion Her eyes snapped open before narrowing into a squint. Her brows drew together and her face scrunched up. She lunged her right fist forward, stepping into the punch with her right foot; bringing as much power as she could for the opening attack. Her fists lit ablaze, encircled with blue, and she punched a rather large fireball straight ahead. Her grunts were barely audible over the loud swoosh of the flames.

Ursa dealt one strike after the other, slowly making her way forward, sometimes ducking to avoid a blow from an imaginary opponent. “Kick,” Azula commanded loudly.

One last punch before she kicked her right leg in a half circle, flames following closely. They lingered in the air and Ursa spun around and shielded herself from view with more blue fire. “Now jump!”

A moment passed, a moment where the older woman’s breath caught in her lungs. Then, before any particular emotion could truly settle in her bones, Ursa leapt out from the wall of blue flames, a look of ferocity painting her features. She landed on her feet and sprung forward not a moment later; she took one step, two steps, three...

And on her final step she jumped high in the air, and Azula’s voice cut through the noise, “Roar!”

Flames from her feet propelled her upwards, a gust of blue, and the same shot out of her hands. Her face scrunched up as her cry echoed around the training yard, a stream of fire shooting out of her open mouth. Everything was blue, all Azula could see was blue. And all she could feel was heat.

But what really shocked her, what really made her brows scrunch together and her jaw drop, was the Princesses eyes, once a piercing golden brown, were now completely blue. The fire around her swirled and moved until it started to take form. The form of a dragon.

Of course. Of course. It made sense, everything about her fit the role.

“The Spirit of the Dragon…” She whispered in awe. It was a phenomenon that she never thought she would be alive to witness, and she would never tell a soul about the tears that filled her eyes as she watched her great niece display her sheer power.

When the roar died down, and Ursa’s flames shrunk, and she dropped to the ground, her eyes fell shut and her knees gave out. She caught herself with her hands and shook her head. With a couple groans, and a few deep breaths she was back on her feet.

“Holy shit.” A voice broke the silence. Azula turned around only to see her older brother; Zuko’s mouth hung open and his arms were limp at his side.

“That-” the Princess cut herself off to catch her breath. “That wasn’t supposed to happen,” she chuckled lowly. Her eyes flickered from her great aunt and great grandfather. She didn’t know how to feel about what had just occurred. On one hand, she knew that her family would never think any different of her for anything, they had always told her that nothing could ever make them not love her; but on the other, insecurity and fear seemed like the obvious answer.

What if they thought she was too powerful? What if they feared she would be the demise of the Fire Nation? She didn’t even know what took over her, what if it was something evil? What if, what if, what if-

“Ursa,” Azula broke her train of thought. She snapped back to reality, heart in her stomach, and looked at the older woman. “Do you know what just happened?” Dread pricked at every nerve in her body and she shook her head. Her fingers began to tremble and she clenched her hands into fists to hide it.

“That was the Spirit of the Dragon, my dear. A powerful spirit of the very first dragon; it has possessed only few people throughout history, not nearly as much as the Avatar, but hasn’t made itself known in centuries. My, Ursa,” Zuko marveled. “It chose you, how incredible.”

“I’m not-I’m not in trouble?” She stuttered.

“Of course not,” Azula shook her head and made her way to the girl, hands reaching out. They rested on her shoulders and she leaned down so their eyes met. “I know what you’re thinking, and you don’t have to worry. What happened to me will never happen to you, I promise you that. Do you know what the Spirit of the Dragon means exactly?” The girl shook her head before her aunt continued.

“The Spirit of the Dragon, like Zuzu explained before, is a very powerful spirit. It has joined with numerous people over the course of time, merging with them and bestowing knowledge and strength upon them like no other. It can’t just be anybody, however,�� she paused and looked over at the bench. She motioned to it with her hand and the three of them traveled to it together, and they made sure that Ursa sat in between them. “The kind of people that the Dragon Spirit chooses are powerful, people who are destined to do great things in this world. The power to stand up to people, for people, and with people is incredible. It might sound simple, but most people can’t say they passed the test. You did.”

“We’ve known since the day you were born that you held incredible powers and an even more important destiny,” the older man took over. “But we never could have imagined this for you.” He chuckled lightly and shook his head.

Azula took that as her cue to continue. “But we’ve never, ever, feared that you would do something wrong, or that you would be too powerful for your own good. And no matter what happens, to you or to us, and no matter what you have to go through, we’ll always be with you.”

Ursa nodded her head and wiped her cheeks of any tears. Her eyes were red and swollen, but her hands no longer trembled and her shoulders only slightly shook as she calmed down.

“Now,” Lady Azula stated, her tone back to the normal smooth and sharp drawl. “Are you a dragon?”

“Yes.” Ursa looked at her and tried with everything she had to convey just how much she meant it.

“Who are you?” The question cut through the air sharply, and a moment later the younger girl's eyes changed colors again, both glowing a bright blue.

“I am Crown Princess Ursa of the Fire Nation, Heir to the Throne; I am the Dragon Princess and I have the power of the first dragon’s spirit!”

➥ tag list: @talas-starlight @ewanssdjarins @appa-gaangnam-style @strawberisapphic @avatarsnips @graciefullygracie

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vanyaliful · 3 years

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what are u mad abt in the mandolorian finale? u mentioned it in the tags

having slept on it doesn't mean i can manage to make it more articulate in english im sorry lmao also ppl in the fandom have talked about this probably way more clearly than i will, but ill give it a try

- the more and more the season went on, the less din felt like a main character, and it was ever more obvious in the finale. i felt like stuff happened to him, instead of him actually deciding to act. it felt less and less about Din’s story and more and more about everyone else’s mess. and as emotional as the last scene was, between the dark saber drama, moff's and bo's bitching, luke's dramatic entrance, beepoop im R2 the funny robot, i felt like din and grogu were a sideplot.

- maybe it has to do w/ how we consume media on tumblr but i feel like they hyped us for that baby yoda and din reunion and the payoff was meh. i would have LOVED to see din on a rampage in the ship like he did in The Prisoner. i feel like the way they approached the rescue was very subdued compared to the big menacing message din sent just before. where's the crazy feral dad ready to do anything to save his kid??? also there wasn't a real reunion scene (was din worried about the baby, his well being, what they did to him??? could you tell about the scene he got him back?? i couldn't), and while i enjoyed the duel between moff and din a lot, i think it could've been longer and higher stakes than it was

- and now the Luke Problem: relying to much on canon and nostalgia. what made the appeal of the mandalorian to me is that it was different from the shitshow of the sequels, that we got to explore unknown corners of this galaxy, away from the skywalkers' story, that it was about this lonely dude (that knows nothing about what happened in the galaxy btw and that says a lot) and his kid. the writing was innovative in terms that it was unexpected and fresh, that it didn't feel like rehashing the same story and characters over and over. bringing back the main character of the film series did exactly the opposite, and i feel like they're going in a direction thats tying back the big events, and losing the identity of the show and what made it so popular.

also the sheer number of cameos this season definitely contributed to the feeling of din being send to the background, and luke's arrival, in all it's theatricality, was the cherry on top. i mean the climax of the episode should have been about grogu and din but instead i feel the spotlight was kinda. all over the place.

- the helmet/armor/creed problem. the fact is, since the beginning of the show they've built on this, that the helmet should never come off or else he could never put it back on. events in s2 surely made din question this, especially after the scene in the imperial base. but we never actually got to see the evolution of his mindset about his creed regarding his attachement to the kid. like it didn't seem to me like he suddenly had a big reveal that his life rule was wrong and that he should forsaken his creed?? at all??? the two times he had to break it before the finale was against his will, in frankly traumatic moments and it wouldn't have made sense to him after those to go "oh yeah i removed it twice so i guess it doesn't matter anymore" no!! to me the logical thought was "he had to remove his helmet bc he put himself in dire circumstances for this kid, which means he can finally recognize him as family, which means he can be vulnerable in front of him" not a full room of people + his worst enemy + a complete stranger!!! what i mean is that it would have made more sense to me that he reveals himself to the kid in a more intimate scene, away from everyone, as a real act of "i care about YOU so i can show YOU my face". what i mean is that i don't see the point of din revealing his face to everyone when it should have been about revealing his face to grogu bc he cares about grogu specifically. it's what the narration pointed towards this whole time.

- maybe a bit mad abt the cgi. in my wildest dreams i didn't even imagine they would bring luke back, bc this technology wasn't really a success in rogue one and i really did not want to see it again; but maybe im just picky

as i said im always happy to see luke, that mark got to play him again. his entrance was rly cool, i got goosebumps. im not mad that luke took the baby, grogu chose to go with him, narratively it made sense and star wars is about letting go of things for the better (not that it doesn't break my heart). but all of this... just felt off to me.

i guess it all hinges on what they'll do with din in the next season. will we know more of what he thought of breaking his creed, how will he approach the whole mandalore mess, and how he'll grieve his lost kid/get him back

#and as i said in a text post: the arrival of R2 in the middle of the most important and emotional scene of the finale... clownery.#Anonymous #this is a very personal opinion #looking at the mainstream media we're clearly not looking for the same stuff in this series #i am kinda interested about the whole darksaber plot but im scared of mcu disney star wars #the mandalorion spoilers #the mandalorian

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kpopisthereasonihavenolife · 4 years

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Jeon Jungkook/Reader [F]

Genre: Hybrid AU, Childhood Friends, Fluff

Words: 3.1k

sum. Jungkook was the adopted hybrid pup of the new family who had just moved into the second unit of the duplex your family lived in. The moment they brought him home as a kid, he was attached to you and you to him. Growing up, you thought he’d change, but even as highschoolers, he’s still as attached as ever.

a/n: Really, just a blurb that got way longer than I indented it to (this was supposed to be a drabble mmk) of Dog Hyrbid Kook being adorable bc @kpopgirlbtssvt forced my hand (this isn’t proofread, oops)

“Y/n! come out here and meet the new neighbors!” You perked your head up from your small, plastic desk that you sat out, a plethora of crayons littered across it with scribbles of colors that absolutely didn’t stay in the lines of the coloring book picture you were busy filling in. Your hair pulled back- courtesy of your father and his love of hairdressing- as you sat in your favorite, yellow t-shirt and blue overalls.

Hopping up, you ran outside to your mother. The springtime was the perfect time to keep the front door open and open the window of the storm door, and that’s exactly what your mother did was she was out satisfying her green thumb for gardening. Pushing open the storm door latch that you could just barely reach, you pushed the door open and ran to your mother down the few steps of your porch.

Your family lived in one half of the two-unit duplex in the middle of the city.

You had often complained that you had no kids to play within the neighborhood unless you went to the park- which was too far to go to daily. You were a bit of a tomboy, always climbing trees, getting down in the dirt and even fascinated with bugs of some kind. It was hard to connect with other little girls sometimes and the boys would tease you, so you often pouted as you scribbled at your desk or was out in the garden with your mother.

Finally, at your mother’s side, you clung to her long skirt she wore, burying your face into it with a giggle before you looked around her leg when she pets your head. You looked at the middle-aged couple in front of you. Two women stood there as they interlocked their fingers, and smiled down at the adorable 5-year-old that was you, decked out in yellow and denim.

“Y/n, this is Sheryl and Lidia. They’re going to be our new neighbors starting today.” Your mother told you as she pats your back, encouraging you to let go and face them properly. “What do you say to them?”

You shyly opened your mouth, hands still clutched in your mother’s skirt fabric.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you all but whispered as the three women all giggled at your wavering, shy voice.

One woman came and knelt close to you as you tried your best to make eye contact with her. She was very pretty- not as pretty as your mom, but a close second you decided. Tanned skin and big brown eyes with hair more frizzier than yours when you roughly towel-dried it.

“My name is Sheryl, it’s nice to meet you Y/n.” You only nodded back before she was looking over her shoulder to the moving van in the driveway. “Jungkook! Come over here and say hello!” She called.

You watched as the van door slid open and a little boy jumped out. Placing his sneaker covered feet on the pavement, he kicked forward until he ran face-first into Sheryl’s back. Pushing his face into her back and giggling lightly- he seemed no older than you. Just a small little kid.

“Jungkook,” Sheryl called, making the young boy pop his head up and peek around his first mother’s shoulder. You lightly gasped in a fit of silent awe when you saw the small, triangular dog ears perked upon his head. You had hybrid kids at your school, but they were all kept in separate classes from you and your peers, something you whined about but you wanted a hybrid friend really bad.

His face dusted in rose as he saw a little girl staring at him.

“This is Y/n, she’s going to be living next to us, so you’ve got to be nice and friendly to her. Okay?” Jungkook nodded as he looked at you. He was always shy around girls, not comfortable around them enough. When he was adopted by his mothers’, it took him over a week to open start acting like their son. They treated him like any other son- hybrid or not.

Eventually, the women migrated inside so your mother could introduce the two ladies to your father. You were awkwardly stood in the front yard with Jungkook as he looked at his toes and kicked at nothing, fiddling with his thumbs. You watched his small, black tall sway slightly back and forth as his ears dropped to a curl.

“Sooo,” you started, startling the poor pup as he jumped. “What kind of dog are you?” You asked, trying to remember what your mother taught you about being polite and asking things delicately.

“I-I’m a Kelpie,” he mumbled. Your eyes lit up, delighted he even replied to you.

“What do you do for fun? Do you like playing outside?” You asked carefully. If he didn’t, you wouldn’t push the issue. You really wanted to play though and what better play partner than your new little boy neighbor?

“Yeah,” he whispered, “I like to play tag a lot.”

“Then, lets play!” Your voice spiked to a shout. You quickly covered your mouth with your palm when you watched Jungkook jump and back away from you slightly. “Sorry,” you apologized. “We don’t have to.” Your voice lowered in dejections, figuring you came on too strong like you normally did. You watched as Jungkook slowly came closer to you and grabbed a hold of your overalls at the side.

He was looking at his feet, face red as his ears folded in anxiety and his tail swished.

“You’re it,” he told you before you laughed and the chase was on.

“Y/n! Can you do me a favor!” You heard your mother call from the bottom floor of the duplex you’ve lived in your entire 18-year life. Pushing up from your desk and gleefully abandoning the physics textbook you had been studying before, you called back.

“Coming!” Running down the stairs, staring at your feet the whole way to avoid any chance of falling down them, you rounded the corning and waltzed into the kitchen. Passing your father in the living room on the way. Your mother was busy cooking away at dinner, a pot a pasta boiling and chicken baking in the oven to crumb covered perfection. “What’s up?”

“I think I forgot something over at Lidia’s the other day. Some seasoning when we were making that new chicken parmesan dish; I cannot find it for the life of me. Would you run over and see if she’s got it?” You nodded.

“Sure thing. I’ll be like 5 minutes,” you told her. Heading to the front door, you slipped on a pair of slippers with dog ears on them before you left. Walking down and around the yard to the unit front door directly next to yours.

Knocking, the door opened to show Lidia herself. More aged than all those years ago, but still rocking for her age. You lightly waved to her.

“Hello, Y/n. What can I do for you?” She asked.

“Mom said she may have left some seasoning her the other day. She asked me to see if you still had it. She’s cooking up a storm and you know how picky she is when it comes to seasoning,” you chuckled.

“Oh, darling I know. Sheryl and I never get tired of teasing her. Come on in, I’ll go check my cabinets.” She invited you in as you stepped through the door and inside. “Jungkook is up in his room if you want to say hello,” she offered.

You didn’t say no. Jungkook was your longest-standing friend- dare you say your best friend. Although you’ve both grown up and are in your last year of high school, some things haven’t changed. You still had a problem with connecting to some people, but the opposite was in his case. He couldn’t be more of a people magnet if he tried. Ever the smooth talker and with his charisma and unfair good looks, his popularity skyrocketed after middle school.

Bounding up the stairs, you weren’t even able to knock on his door when it swung open revealing the bubbly boy himself.

“Y/n!” He sang as he flung into your chest, koala latching himself onto you. That was also something that hadn’t changed. When he would get comfortable with someone, all personal space boundaries vanished. He literally didn’t understand personal space- but you didn’t particularly mind.

He always smelt so nice and he was warm when he hugged you. Not to mention, he was just the best damn hugger. The small crush you had on him definitely didn’t help matters. Though, you never let it get to your head. He was cuddly by nature, being spoiled by his mothers and his K9 instincts telling him that people weren’t the enemy unless they did something just plain awful.

He pushed his nose into your neck before he pulled away from you, smiling as he held one of your hands.

“What’re you doing here?” He asked.

“Mom forgot something here the other day, so I’m picking it up. I figured I should say hi while I’m here since someone doesn’t have time to visit me anymore.” You teased. He’s been wrapped up in the choir club recently. They have a competition coming up soon and he’s been practicing for it nearly every day with his instructor. He pouted. “I’m joking!” You laughed.

“You know I miss you. I tell you every day,” he told you with a pout. It was true. He’d literally facetime you everyday whining that he was too busy to see you. It was a sentiment you appreciated and you assumed he did with all his close friends. His best friend in the art club always whined that Jungkook called you more than him, a complaint you didn’t really believe.

“Y/n!” You heard Lidia call. “I found that seasoning dear!”

“Alright, I’m coming!” You called back before looking at the now pathetic looking Jungkook who stood in a slouched pout. You reached up and scratched at his ears that he had grown into so well. His tail swishing behind him. “Don’t pout. You’ll see me tomorrow at school.”

“But you take the bus to school! I get there so early in comparison.”

“That’s a you problem,” you laughed as you pulled your hand away from him and started back down the stairs, waving him off. Taking the seasoning and thanking the woman, you returned home.

The next morning you sat at the bus stop, headphones plugged into your ears as you waited. Someone plopped down beside you- nothing unusual- before they yanked one of your earbuds out. Ready to bit the head off of whoever dared, you stopped yourself before you started. Beside you sat Jungkook- the same Jungkook who absolutely hated the bus.

“Good morning!” He sang. “I wanted to go to school with you today.” He chirped as he yawned and put his head on your shoulder. You just rolled your eyes as you continued scrolling on your phone.

When the bus came and you loaded onto it, Jungkook plopped himself down next to you and replaced his head back on your shoulder, even slinging his arm over your lap to keep you closer to him as the bus jostled you both around. Dozing off and on, he watched as you read something other another on your phone screen.

“Hey,” he whispered lightly you barely heard it. You hummed at him. “You’re going to come to the competition this weekend, right? For choir?”

“Well, that depends,” you put your phone down, patting at the hand that sat in your lap. “Do you want me to, Pup?” He giggled lightly, the older than thou nickname of his youth only you were allowed to call him making him giddy. He nodded against your shoulder, snuggling into it more- not giving two flying acorns at who may be scoffing at his display of public affection for his favorite human.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Then, I’ll be there.”

The school day went as it always did as you hung around Jungkook and his group of 6 other guy pals. All strange, all different and all equally as crazy as him. The most ‘normal’ boy being a self-proclaimed genius who couldn’t spell out the word ‘necessary’ without having an aneurysm because of the unnecessarily large number of s’s needed.

They were good guys at least. You were happy Jungkook had people to really connect to and he always made sure you were always included- so you never felt left out. You currently sat on a bench in the halls during lunch as Hoseok, one of his friends, sat on the floor with a thermos of water at his side. Talking about how the dance recital he had coming up in a month was wearing him out.

You let out a small ‘oof’ when Jungkook had appeared from seemingly nowhere and threw himself across your lap and the bench. His back on your legs as he stared up at you as you popped a piece of the sandwich you ate into your mouth.

“Can you get off me?” You asked.

“Jungkook, you know you’re not a lap dog, right?” Hoseok asked from the floor with a hint of amusement in his voice. Jungkook just looked offended at Hoseok as he curled into you, wrapping his arms around your midsection.

“Jungkook!” You whined as he held you with an iron grip. Working out being his second favorite hobby besides singing. “Go cling to Hoseok instead!”

“He won’t cuddle us,” Hoseok told you. You stopped your micro-shoves on his shoulders as you started talking to the dancer again. Jungkook cuddling deeper into your stomach. “Well, I guess I could say he does, but he certainly does whine a lot. No one quite satisfies the affection-craving dog like you do, girly.” He broke out into a fit of laughs before speaking again. “One time, he kept whining because he wanted to cuddle you, but you were in gym, so Jimin tried to help but Jungkook just growled at him.”

“Jungkook!” You scolded as he just whined.

“I don’t wanna hug anyone else anymore!” He complained. “Only you,” he solidified. You just sighed, letting him once again get away with his childish needs as he practically napped on your lap the entire lunchtime.

It was then like that day after day. Even when he was at his competition, dressed in his black slacks and white dress shirt, his hair neatly parted and brushed, he hugged you. He’d lean on your back as he hugged your waist or push his cheek on your shoulder when he had a chance to sit down beside you.

As you sat among the audience of the people listening to the choir, you had to keep your heart from beating out of your chest because you swore he stared at you the entire time.

The evening after the competition, he practically begged you to stay over at his house. You gave in pretty quickly and Jungkook worshiped your mom for letting you. Normally, you’d just put down a sleeping bag on the floor, but tonight Jungkook was adamant you sleep beside him.

“I- I don’t think we have to,” you weakly battled.

“No. You smell nice, you’re warm and you’re my favorite so you need to sleep next to me so I can sleep well.”

You flailed around, unable to take all the heart papulations he probably wasn’t aware he was causing. In the end- as per usual- he got his way as he clung to you at midnight when you both settled down for bed.

Laying behind you, he held you around your waist and pushed his face into your hair. Slipping his leg between yours and pulling you as close to his chest as possible. He cracked his closed eyes open not long after the two of you had gotten comfortable.

“You don't mind me holding you, do you?”

“Now you’re worried about your clinginess?” You chuckled.

“Well, it’s just-” he cut himself off with a whine as he pushed his nose down into your neck. “It’s complicated,” he told you.

“Complicated how? Not like you haven’t hugged me before.”

“It’s just different now.”

“No?” You questioned. You tapped at his arms, telling him to loosen them as you twisted around to face him. His face was lowered as he looked a tad sad. “Hey,” you whispered, caressing his cheek, “what’s wrong, Pup?”

“You’re my favorite human,” he told you. You’d heard him tell you that before. You nodded at him.

“I know,” you told him softly.

“No, I mean-” he shut his eyes as he pushed his face into his pillow. He groaned into it. “Y/n?” He asked when he lifted his face back up. “S-someone told me that you liked, Hoseok. Is that... true?”

You pulled away from him, shock painted on your face.

“Who told you that?!”

“W-well, you’ve been spending a lot of time with him recently!” Jungkook seemed panicked like he was trying to cover something up.

“He’s been asking advice on how to ask out this girl in my Korean class who happens to be my deskmate,” you told him with a light laugh. “I, in no way, like Hoseok like that. He’s a swell guy, but I’d probably never date him.” Jungkook relaxed as he smiled.

“So, you don’t like him?”

“No,” you answered with a smile. “What a silly thing to be anxious about.” You pet at his head as he shut his eyes.

“It’s not silly,” he told you. “Not when I thought I’d have to compete with my friend for you. I was stressed, okay?”

“Huh?” Your brain seemed to have shut off. “What does Hoseok have to do with me? And compete?”

“You’re my favorite human,” he told you again. “The one human I wanna hug and hold and I wanna kiss you too. I wanna hold your hand and walk around in public. I want to talk about the future with your mom and win over your dad. I want you to stay my favorite human forever, and I want you to think of me as your favorite hybrid.” He snuggled into your chest, hiding his burning face. “I really like you, Y/n.”

You froze for a moment, making the dog’s stomach turn. He eased in instant relaxation when you pet at the back of his head and scratched his ears. He took in your scent he loved so much as you just pet him.

“You were right, it wasn’t silly. Sorry for calling it that,” you told him as he just shook his head. “I really like you too, Jungkook. Honestly, I’m shocked Jimin didn’t spill his gut when I told him about my crush on you.” You laughed lightly, making the dog-boy hold you closer. “Let’s just sleep for now, and we can talk about all this in the morning.” He nodded silently.

Before falling asleep, he smiled when he felt you kiss the top of his head, his tail wagging across the mattress.

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kuroosweakness · 3 years

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Even more more facts about 🐾 anon bc you seem to like them so much:

Ayo the fact u think I’m a main character </3

I’m asexual but am also straight😔 yall prob don’t care tho I just wanted to say it

I am watching food wars😃😃 help me I want to go home but I’m doing it for the food so I can hopefully cook better😭😭

I’ll let you know if I can cook better from watching food wars or not

Ok idk if I can cook better but it’s not as bad as I originally thought and it has a good plot

I remember you asking why 🌝 is my first recent... LISTEN THAT FACE IS A MOOD ITS LIKE A LENNY FACE ON A MOON

If I was in AOT my two moods would be: “if I die I die, whether it’s bc of natural selection or I got killed by a Titan is debatable” and “it is what it is”

Team Eren all the way btw😎🥶🥶🥵💯💯💯💯💯❗️❗️❗️❗️

*war flashbacks of Assassination Classroom😭😭*

I read fanfiction of fictional characters but I could never do it with real people. I’m just saying it don’t feel right y’kno? That’s a real person with they own life outside of acting and whatever they do. It kinda upsets me but I don’t judge

I’m not a very judgmental person, I really just be minding my business

I’m so THICK in the head, like you can be like “well today was awesome” and I’d be like “cool! Tell me what happened!” AND ID BE GENUINELY EXCITED TO HEAR HOW YOUR DAY WENT AND I WOULDN’T GET YOU’RE BEING SARCASTIC (im not too dumb tho so I CAN pick it up from your voice or something, texts, not so much😭)

i’m lonely :(

Currently trying to find a crush in food wars bc all that’s keeping me going is the food🖐😔

On MyAnimeList it says I completed 140 anime so yea

I have only completely dropped one show and that’s yugioh arc v but seriously I watched the original and I don’t see a point in watching more

I apparently have like over 30 anime on hold BUT IN MY DEFENSE I’ve put a lot on hold so I can finish the new ones out like AOT s4, JJK, and TPN s2

I wonder what mood I give off🧐

Omg this is the only one where I didn’t talk about music

How do cooks fill food with food? Like let’s say you stuffed chicken with cheese, HOW DO YOU DO THAT?😣

I’ll eat literally anything if it’s good.... unless it triggers my pickiness😬 which is easy to trigger if I see something stringy in my food or something. Like I’m really picky when it comes to onions bc they can leave a little bit of a stringy outer part bc of it and I HATE bean sprouts and I have no other reason to hate them other than the way they look. At least I like fruits and vegetables 😚 (except spinach if made wrong)

Idk what my favorite food is, the food I eat most frequently is rice and noodles but even then idk what my fav food is

I really love tea though ^^

I’m also into medicinal herbs and gardening. I even wanna go foraging!!^^ however ^^* I kinda don’t like being outside but I’m getting more used to it

I’m so used to subtitles, it’s like I don’t need to fully read them to know what’s going on. Whenever I’m watching sub the voice acting happens on its own y’know? But it’s still in japanese?? It’s hard to explain

I love how through my asks you can see some of my adventures of going through anime, like I do really love Haikyuu (it’s my fav after all) but you can also kinda watch as I enjoy other animes!

I love to play chess^^ but I’m a big wild card since I’m literally willing to sacrifice all my pieces to protect the king and queen, the queen even more so. (I also don’t do too much thinking when it comes to the game, it’s a wonder how I end all of my games in wins or ties ;-;)

Hugs and kithes!!🥰🥰

Well imma go back to watching food wars since I can’t think of anything else :P gn!

(Did you notice I organize the facts about me by color?👀) (that took way longer than necessary🖐😭)

oh okay okay, i don’t know much about sexual orientation but i’m trying to learn more!

lmaoo i’ve also watched food wars! it was one of my first animes. other than the ... it’s a really good anime! i’ve learned a lot of new tips/tricks about cooking and i love the character dynamics :) tell me how it goes?

(i have a crush on akira)

i should start using the moon emoji more ...

LMAO i haven’t watched aot much but ME TOO

yeah yeah i can also understand the not being able to do that with real people! that’s so cute though, to be genuinely interested! i’m sarcastic all the time lmao :)

:( come talk to me!

lmaoo soma’s hot though! and got a great personality!! also, takumi! KUGA REMINDS ME A LOT OF NISHINOYA!!

you give off a really hyper and extroverted energy :)

140 ??? oh wow, i genuinely impressed

LMAO I HAVE NO IDEA. i can barely cook eggs.

me too!! food is food :) i also eat rice and noodles the most often!! :)) tea too!!!

ohh medicinal herbs! i’ve learned a bit about chinese medicinal herbs before ... doesn’t the assistant of erina (hisoka, pink haired girl from food wars) study medicinal herbs ??

ME TOO. I CAN’T understnad anything without captions now lmaoo

omg you like playing chess? i kinda wanna play with you! :)) i’m not really goood at it but i’d love to try

hugs and kisses 😼

enjoy watching food wars!! :))) talk to me about it, i haven’t watched in so long ahhh

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isobel-thorm · 4 years

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Gatthew for the ship meme? 👀💕

General:

How long will they last? - 4 Lyfe

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Slowly, but all at once, just kinda ‘oh he’s kinda cute - shutthefuckupNicIdon’tneedawingwoman- what do you mean he’s interested? Oh no, there goes my heart.’

How was their first kiss? - Grant counts the undercover distraction fiasco as their first kiss, because it was fleeting and quick but made both of them go ‘Huh...’ once they got home.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Iirc Grant does first, but Matt was planning on it. It was very very oversimplified and “hey do you wanna get married? We should.”

Who is the best man/men/maid of honor/bridesmaids? - Nic’s Grant’s best woman, Jacob’s his best man. Nick and Sharky are Matt’s best men.

Who did the most planning? - Neither planned shit bc they’re not planners with the big events like this. John and Nic took the reigns for them and threatened them on pain of death not to interfere bc they were determined to make it as special as possible for them.

Who stressed the most? - Matt. He was anxious about it all. Grant was a little bit of anxious but had the fallback “I’ve had a building fall on top of me, I can handle this” to consider.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. Call it 7.5 because they wanted small and quiet but considering their two self appointed wedding planners it was small-ish and quiet but also the decor was top notch. They caved and had it at John’s house so the whole place was decorated to the nines.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Hurk Sr. Also, Cajun and Sundance and any of their other horse friends.

Sex:

Who is on top? - Matt, more often than not.

Who is the one to instigate things? - Also Matt.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - A couple of rounds, they keep it at one once their family starts growing.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Absolutely

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - Zero

How many children will they adopt? - Four

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - All of their kids were beyond the potty training stage at adoption time and they were never so grateful for that in their lives.

Who is the stricter parent? - It’s Grant, but by a hair, just because he’s harder to break. Both of them are pretty laid back, spoiling-friendly dads.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Grant. He’s caught Ezra midair straight off the jungle gym on more than one occasion.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Both

Who is the more loved parent? - Also both, no contest.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Matt, for the sole reason of free baked goods.

Who cried the most at graduation? - Both again.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Both, but it also depends on just what the trouble is. As cops themselves, they want their kids to learn that actions have consequences and the consequences need to be carried out. Except if they know the cop who caught the kids doing something ‘Wrong’ was having a bad day/week/etc and they even feel the issue was blown out of proportion professionally, then they’d try to run interference.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Either. They tend to alternate or just work together on a meal.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Matt, though its not as much picky as much as ‘this could be way way sweeter.’

Who does the grocery shopping? - Both

How often do they bake desserts? - At least a couple of times a week. Matt can’t be stopped, and Grant knows better than to keep his man from baked goods.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Neither are big on salads, so they lean more towards the meat end. Grant occasionally tries to give vegetarian stuff a try just to see how/why Jacob would choose to suffer like that.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - That would be another one of those cases where they just happen to do it at the same time so they end up having to rearrange schedules so both work out.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Neither. They’re both homebodies and are content staying home, unless Nic, John, Sharky or Mary May twist their arm to swing by the Spread Eagle.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - Matt, probably, but it would take one Hell of a distraction for it to get that dire.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Both

Who is really against chores? - Both

Who cleans up after the pets? - Both, unless they’re on vacation and visiting Grant’s uncles. If there are horses involved, Grant’s on his own.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Matt, though he’s usually good about resisting the urge.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Neither. A lot of their friends show up unannounced so they’re ready for anything anytime after a while.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Matt

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Matt

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Both

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - A couple of weeks before for Non-Christmas holidays, Christmas stuff will be up the week after Thanksgiving.

What are their goals for the relationship? - Not scare the other person away, get married, have kids, raise happy family.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Matt

Who plays the most pranks? - Matt

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ill-be-istj-if-no-one-else-is · 5 years

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1/ti/fi anon, thanks for ur reply. to clarify on 1+6, by smoothing things i mean making an active effort to resolve matters by saying sthing that is opposite of what i think is true, which i wont do. but i am fine not saying anything so as not to create or exacerbate a conflict. to illustrate, recently a friend vented at me+my isfj friend about someone she was mad at. from her words it was obvious she was misunderstanding the other person. i didnt point it out right then bc she would feel worse.

2/but tho i knew she wanted to have someone be mad with her/validate her feelings, i couldnt bring myself to dogpile on the other person when he’d done nothing wrong (which she realized few days later). so i said something neutral/noncommital like “im sorry ur having a hard day” technically true and i took care of her chores instead to help but withheld the entirety of my opinion. like i wont actively contradict if the situation calls, but i disengage/deflect instead of saying what isnt right.

3/my isfj friend joined her in anger tho she later told me she had no strong feelings but the other person was a stranger so he didnt matter, her priority was supporting her friend. i dont think shes wrong, and this was a very minor matter in the grand scheme. but even if im never going to meet this person it feels unfair to him and i cant help but wonder, if my friend had felt validated enough to take the argument with him further it would have caused needless strife.

4/re: se, i did consider it, worrying about potential bias in my typing. i test as INxP, but i know its bc i answer “yes” to qs on whether other peoples feelings matter and ofc u cant be a thinker unless ur a misanthropic edgelord. i ruled out judging; while im organised at work, i struggle with decisions and detest planning in advance. my first q was whether the N typing was right. i like adventure sports tho my lifestyle is sedentary. i love tinkering with things to see how they work #TOOLS.

5/but ur old post that resonated was how often im frustrated with the real world for not living upto the conceptual world in my head. my awareness of the physical world is poor for high se (i get lost easily). i crave novelty, but im among the “travels the world but only eats chicken tenders” people. im not sure i understand ur first statement, could u explain it a bit more? to clarify on my end, i know there are things people wont indicate, but i consider that not my business, even if im aware.

6/as they have a reason for not telling me. so i operate based on what they have said, rather than what i know. because of this, i give a lot of weight to words, both my own and others. i agree no one has intrinsic understanding of other people’s minds, incl. high fe. if anything, i find high fe can be bad at this on an interpersonal level as they impose generalizations on people whose needs differ but are bizarrely confident they can “read” people even with said person tells them otherwise.7/re: #8, by social world, i was referring moreso to rules of social convention/appropriateness, which fe users have a knack for (or perhaps define?). they comment on innocuous behaviour (not overt rudeness, things like not greeting every person as they walk into the office) as violating a norm i never picked on and it makes me second guess myself since i never thought of those things. surely everyone has some self doubt, but the frequency of this happening to me made it notable to mention.

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Okay, going through this:

1-2: that clarification is helpful. That can just be decent maturity in most types (though as you mentioned FJs tend to side with the friend) - few people are going to full-on throw someone under the bus just to make someone else happy, so the smoothing over, especially if the person who’s upset is someone you like, is often just a neutral statement or “that sounds frustrating.” The just giving in is something I at least use for people I don’t actually respect much and for situations where I don’t think a strong stance will help. Kind of a “don’t get in a mud fight with a pig, you’ll both get dirty and the pig will like it” situation. If it’s a friend who’s actually upset, even if I think they’re wrong, I think most people who aren’t assholes will try to remain neutral or focus on comforting the friend but not arguing until a later time. So…doesn’t really indicate anything other than you’re reasonably mature as a person and probably not an FJ.

I do think Se makes a lot of sense. I don’t know what old post it was but if it was pretty old, disregard it. We’re all capable of idealism - I’m confident that I’m a sensor and I get frustrated with the world sometimes. (I also have garbage spatial intelligence, though weirdly a good sense of direction). I think a current issue now that “intuition is psychic” is no longer as much of a thing is that people think they need to be absolutely flawless in their sensory understanding to be a sensor when it’s really a preference for the concrete. Also, the picky eating is not exclusive to Ne users - that’s one of the many statements that’s true about a lot of Ne users but isn’t really evidence for Ne on its own. My ISTP sister is one of the pickiest eaters I know, my ISFP sister is pretty adventurous. Food especially is weird and influenced by a lot of other things. But getting back to Se, the thought process of “they didn’t tell me, they must have a reason, let’s take them at their word” is more sensor. It’s not that sensors aren’t capable of realizing they might not have the whole picture; it’s that they aren’t going to look for the deeper meaning if there’s not a really good reason, whereas intuitives might look for the deeper meaning even if there isn’t one at all.

You are right about Fe (I find that high Fe users, and especially NFJs, are the worst offenders in imposing a generalized view of how people should be responding) but I think we’re sold that you’re not a high Fe user. The description of not feeling like you know how to interact with people does seem more like that of a thinker. While it’s tough to be positive on Ti/Fi at times, I’d seriously look at ISTP. You sound more like ISTPs I’ve met (than either INTPs or ISFPs), which I get isn’t super helpful but it’s what I’ve got. I’d also look at enneagram 9, which might be influencing the desire to just stay neutral and not instigate disagreement (and is pretty common in both ISTPs and ISFPs but I find more so in ISTPs. ISFPs have somewhat less chill in my experience.)

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Not "your" anon here but. What about something with us seeing Tony fall in love with Stephen first (so many fics make it the other way around with all the futures Stephen saw), being the one looking out for him and caring for him and respecting him and Stephen being clueless about it bc Tony flirts with everyone, bc Stephens not his usual type, bc he didn't think this timeline would have the chance to end up like some of the rare ones where they're together so he never even entertained the idea

I promised something for sunday, didn’t I? So, here it is.

TW for talk about dubious consent in sexual situations and planned suicide.

Tony piningafter Stephen? I can do that! It’s about time I tried the other way round. I’mpretty unsure about this one since got a lot darker than intended, but here weare. At least it has a happy ending! Every warning up there is for the past;they’re both in a much better place when this story takes place and an evenbetter one when it ends. ;) The title is, once again, sponsored by Enigma. (It’s cliché, yes, but it fits and I love it.)

The Gravity of Love

“Bye, Pep!” Tony smiledat Pepper and waved at her until the doors of the elevator had closed behindher. He turned around to his last remaining guest. “That went well, don’tyou think so?” The smile vanished and left behind a tired and exhaustedman who just wanted to fall into bed and forget everything for a few shorthours. He hated parties, even when they were his own and all the guests werefriends. “Stephen?” he asked when he didn’t get an answer.“You’re okay?”

“What? Sorry, I waselsewhere.” Stephen shook his head as if to clear it from unwantedthoughts and looked around. “Am I the last one? I should go, too.”

No, you shouldn’t. Stay here.I don’t want to be alone tonight. The words were there, had been revised forabout a hundred times, and he’d just have to say them. He wanted to reach outand touch Stephen, beg him to stay. He could stay up for a little while longerjust for the pleasure of his company. “Okay,” he said instead,resigned. “Do you want FRIDAY to let you out or will Sir travel viaportal?” He knew the answer but he got a smile which was all he’d wantedin the first place.

“Portal,” was theshort answer. Stephen seemed tired, too, and instant transport was heaven-sent.No that he’d ever come or gone any other way. A short good-bye, followed by theorange glow of magic, and Tony was left alone in an apartment that was far toobig for one person alone.

“Well, let’s dothis,” he whispered to himself. “FRIDAY? Please turn everything down.Wake me up at the usual time.”

“Yes, boss.Goodnight.”

“Night.”

He didn’t have a drop ofalcohol so it was pure exhaustion that made him stumble and crash into thedoorframe on his way to the bedroom.

“Yes, that would belovely. Call my assistant to make an appointment.” Tony’s skin crawled buthe was used to being nice and charming to people he just wanted to throw outthe nearest window. He gave the senator the sincerest fake-smile in hisrepertoire and fought to keep it on his face as the guy took his offered hand.If they weren’t in a public setting the man’s hands would be all over Tony andhe really didn’t know how he’d react to that. Not as well as in thepast, he feared. His tolerance for buying his favors this way had droppedsignificantly over the years and by now he preferred to make his deals becausethey were right, not because he threw a lot of money on someone or haddropped down to his knees for another kind of payment.

He was still busy trying todiscreetly wipe his hand on his trousers when Stephen came up to him. “Hada nice chat?” Stephen asked and looked at the departing senator who wasstill radiating an air of satisfaction. “He seems to be happy.”

If there had been even a traceof jealousy in the words the ordeal he’d just went through would have beenworth it. But so? “Yes, the best. We all got what we wanted. More orless.” The tired resignation was creeping in again and Tony fought againstit. The award ceremony had only just begun and he had a speech to make in aboutten minutes. He forced himself into an even straighter posture, hid his handsbehind his back and tried to project an air of confidence.

Stephen didn’t look a Tony, sohe’d missed the moment of weakness. He’d only seen the way Tony had moved intothe other man’s space, how he’d smiled and how he’d initiated the hand contact.Tony was friendly with almost everybody and it was hard to watch. One ofthe reasons why he’d chosen to stay on the sidelines. He didn’t want to bedragged further into Tony’s life and have to watch from even closer distancehow the man flirted with everybody who crossed his path, male or female alike.It would have been too easy to get jealous otherwise.

Tony went away to his speechand Stephen closed his eyes, desperately trying to push aside the memories of atimeline where he’d stood proudly besides him as the accepted his award.

“You okay, Stephen?”

“Yes, yes, I’mfine.” Stephen ignored the helping hand being offered to him and forced himselfto stand up unaided. All the while he looked over the battlefield to see wherehe could be of use. Over there! He’d portaled away to put the last of theblue-green monsters out of its misery.

Tony was only glad that theIron Man mask hid the flash of disappointment on his face. “Goodluck,” he whispered before he threw himself back into the fight.

Tony had known pretty muchfrom the start that it was futile. Stephen never acknowledged his overturesin any way but he still couldn’t stop. The fragile friendship that had startedin the ruins of Titan had not only survived the temporary death of one of thetwo parties, no, it had risen from the ashes and over time had become the real,solid thing.

Of course, Tony had tosabotage one of the few good and uncomplicated things in his life by falling inlove with his new friend but that was only to be expected. He tended to formattachments quickly and then, after a while, something happened and it allended in flames. Or a bunker in Siberia. One couldn’t be too picky. Only two ofhis friendships had really stood the test of time, the third one had fluctuatedbetween friendship and romance for years before Pepper and he finally realizedthat they worked better as friends than lovers. She was and would always be theonly woman he’d ever truly loved, but she was not the one.

But Doctor Stephen Strange?Became a friend, yes. Tony, predictably, fell in love with him, yes. Butnothing else happened. No big drama that broke them apart, no big revelationthat forced one or the other to confess their feelings. They just stayedfriends. Very good friends but nothing more.

It was what Stephen wanted,Tony told himself and tried to keep his hands to himself whenever he wanted toreach out and touch the other man. Besides, he didn’t even know if Stephenliked men that way. In that regard he was still as much of a mystery as on thefirst day. Maybe even more, because Tony swore that there’d been flirting whenthey first met.

Stephen had known form the momenthe came back from the dead. He’d opened his eyes and looked into the exhaustedbut happy face of one Tony Stark. “You did it,” he’d whispered inawe. Tony had just looked at him and helped him up. Further words weren’tnecessary. Then, Tony had gone away to go back to Peter and Stephen hadshivered, suddenly cold.

But only for a moment becauseTony was back a moment later and dragged him out of the shadows and into thelight to meet the rest of the Avengers.

Stephen had fallen in love inthat moment but Tony was engaged and while Stephen Strange was many things hewasn’t a homewrecker. He didn’t have time for a relationship anyway. He toldhimself the same story again and again when the engagement broke apart and hespent a few nights consoling a grieving Tony. Tony would find somebody else, hewas sure of that.

After a while he managed tobanish his longing into his subconscious and to mostly forget about it.

“I used to let guys fuckme just to get what I wanted.” The words dropped into the silence like abomb. “It was always for something. A business-deal, some patent I reallywanted to have, you name it, I’ve let them do me for it. That’s why I alwayswent after women when I had the choice.” The bomb left an even loudersilence behind.

“Tony,” Stephen said,helplessly, after an age had passed. After a moment of hesitation he reachedout and put his hand on Tony’s arm. His hand shook even more than usual. Tonydidn’t flinch, too high on painkillers after his shoulder surgery to care. Itwas Stephen who suddenly needed the contact. He didn’t know how to react, whatto do. Everything he could think of was just too trite and too much of a clichéto be of help. Nightmarish images danced through his imagination and so manythings suddenly clicked into place. He felt sick. He wanted to gather Tony inhis arms to protect him from the undeserving world he had so often protected atsuch a great cost. He wanted to whisper reassuring nothings into his ear, hewanted to be the exception. He wanted to run away and never come back. Was ittoo late to go back and choose another timeline?

Tony didn’t look at him buthis voice was strong and sure. “I don’t tell you that because I want yourpity. I just though you have a right to know. You know, considering the stuffthat was going around… I always knew what I was doing and I was never forced.”He grimaced. “Or at least I still won in the end, no matter what they didto me.”

The pictures, Stephenrealized. The goddamn pictures of a very young and very drunk Tony Stark, onhis knees, while the campaign manager of some long-gone politician held hishead in place, that had surfaced a couple of months ago and almost causedTwitter to crash. Tony had gone on record, gave a very convincing show of itbeing a harmless one-night stand, and the topic had vanished relatively quicklyfrom the media. The other guy had long since died, the photographer too, and Tonyhadn’t tried to hide. It had been old news in record time. Thanks to FRIDAY theevidence had pretty much completely vanished from the web and a man who refusedto be ashamed wasn’t that interesting.

Stephen hadn’t forgotten butwondered. “You don’t have to tell my anything,” he finally said.

“I know. I just wantedyou to know. Pepper, Rhodey and Happy know, too. It’s only fair.”

“So now I’m officiallypart of the family?” Despite everything Stephen had to smile. Heappreciated the immense trust placed into him and vowed to be worthy of it.

“Stephen, you’ve beenpart of my family for a long time now. It’s only right that you’ll know about thecorpses in the bedroom, too.” Tony fell asleep before Stephen could reactto that bombshell.

It went on like this. Yearspassed, their friendship was cemented in blood, magic and iron, battles werefought and lost, triumphs were shared.

Tony wanted and stayed silentwhile Stephen managed to suppress every bit of carnal desire he may have feltand channeled everything into his magic.

They weren’t in that kind oftimeline he’d concluded at long time ago.

Too bad that he’d never toldTony that.

The next time it was Stephenwho was high on painkillers and couldn’t control what came out of his mouth.

“I gave myself threeyears,” he said. His voice was deep, raspy and barley there. No wonder,some extradimensional thing with too many tentacles had tried to choke himbefore slamming him into the nearest building. The Cloak saved him from theworst but he’d still cracked some of his vertebrae. Wong had him immobilized bymagic while a healing spell worked it’s wonders but it couldn’t do anythingagainst the pain. It fell to western medicine to supply relief in the meantime andto Tony to apply it after careful instruction through Christine who checked inevery few hours. The medication unfortunately meant that Stephen couldn’tescape into his astral form and had to suffer through everything while beingimprisoned in this body. It was a waiting game and Tony was determined to sitthrough it until the end.

“Three years forwhat?”

Stephen’s eyes were open, sohe was still awake, but he was staring into some other world were Tony couldnot follow. Come back, he wanted to beg. I’m here, I’m waiting foryou.

“For me to find some wayto get my hands working again.” The spell impeded him from raising them.It was pure instinct that made Tony reach for the nearest one and hold it. Itwas the left, the more painful, almost always bandaged, one. He hoped thatStephen could feel the light touch through the haze of medication but if so hedidn’t react to it.

“And after that?”Tony didn’t want to hear the answer, feared that he already knew it.

Stephen ignored him andcontinued to stare into eternity. “I should have died in that car. I knewit back then, had no idea what was still waiting for me. I gave myself threeyears to get back where I was before. If I didn’t manage that I promised myselfto finish the job that the accident started.”

“Stephen, don’t,” hebegged but was ignored.

“I had everything plannedout. I had even managed to save enough of my painkillers to finish me off. Itwas hard, back then I was pretty much addicted to them, but I’ve always beenstubborn.” The ghost of a smile. “That’s always been myproblem.”

“Why are you telling methis now?”

“Today is the tenthanniversary of me finding my way to Kamar-Taj. Two weeks before the deadlinewas over.” Tony swallowed. Two weeks and he would never have met thisamazing man. “I’ve brought the pills with me, of course.” Stephenwasn’t finished. “I decided to try this mystic magic something and then goquietly in to that good night. The night didn’t want me.”

“I’m glad itdidn’t.” Tony didn’t know what else to say. He had tears in his eyes andhis throat felt constricted as if he was the one being strangled. He looked atStephen’s bruised throat and had to fight back a new wave of tears. I loveyou. He still wasn’t strong enoughto say the words and hear nothing back.

“I’ve tried dying afterbecoming a Master of the Mystic Arts but you know how that worked out. Death stilldidn’t want me. At least not permanently.”

What the fuck?!“Stephen, what’s going on? Don’t tell me you’re dying on me and this is yourdeathbed confession!”

“No. I just wanted you toknow.” He finally looked at Tony. “About one of my corpses. After tenyears it’s about time. And this is the first time in seven years that I can’tfeel the pain. I’m not allowed to forget about it.”

After Stephen lost his fightagainst the meds and finally fell asleep Tony cried. For Stephen, forhimself, for them. About how fucking unfair life was.

“Don’t leave me.”This time it was Stephen who had tears in his eyes, begging an unmercifuluniverse for another, a last chance. Kneeling in the dirt of another world,again, trying to stop Tony from bleeding to death with shaking hands and thelast shreds of his magic. “I love you.” The admission came easilyover his lips, finally. “I have for a long time.”

He didn’t get an answer butTony smiled at him and Stephen could finally see the truth. They’d been in oneof those few timelines all along and he’d been too stupid and blind to see it.

There had to be a way. He’dchosen the timeline where Tony lived, after all. Stephen closed his eyes andsearched for the last remnants of his power. I will save you.

Twelve years. They’d selectedthe date on purpose. The twelfth anniversary of the accident that shattered hishands and almost cost him his life; nine years after the moment he’d planned todie at, Doctor Stephen Strange stood on sheltered terrace of the SanctumSanctorum. Behind him the Cloak of Levitation escorted the last of their guestsoff the premises before it came back to watch over them. Stephen stood behindthe man he’d sworn six hours ago to love, honor and protect for the rest of hislife and held him in a lose embrace. “I love you.” He’d said thewords a thousand times in the last year, as if to make up for all the yearsthey’d lost to mutual stubbornness and Stephen’s unwillingness to just look atwhat was right in front of him.

Tony, older, wiser and stillso incredible beautiful that it hurt, turned around and rested his head onStephen’s shoulder. “I know.” He kissed Stephen, slow and gentle,familiar by now. “I love you, too. Tell me again.”

Stephen did.

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#ironstrange #tony stark x stephen strange #tony stark #stephen strange #amy writes #promptfill #inbox #Anonymous

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study4engineering · 6 years

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hello, hope you're having a good day. can i get any advice on how to fit a part time job (which is like a 7 hour shift) while taking a semester worth of 18 credit hours? that's honestly a heavy course load, where 3 of the courses I'm taking are labs and the rest are theory. not to brag but my gpa is currently excellent and I want to keep it that way, but I'm also financially going downhill and I won't have enough time to study the way I used to before if I go for the job :/

hey you :) Thank you first of all! My day was full of studying…I hate exam season but back to your problem :

First off all I’m happy for you and that you get good grades I don’t think it’s bragging !

I just assume that you study engineering in the US ( for everybody else I got a second message telling me the major ) ? As I’m from Germany I don’t know how many credit point you need for your undergrad/ Bachelor / whatever but I might tell you about my experiences first off all.

In Germany we need 180 cp to get the bachelor degree and I’m taking 24cp this semester ( I still have to take the exams ) That’s one class fewer than recommended /4 instead of 5 ) to get your degree in 3 years. But I don’t even try that. I will graduate in 7 or 8 semesters. I have to pay 300 Euros per year for the university. That’s it so it’s no big deal to me but I know in some countries education is extremely expensive. Next semester I work two jobs, this semester only one. My schedule is so structured that I have one complete day off from classes. On this day I go to the research center ( It belongs to the university ) and do my work at the lab. I wake up at 6.30am start working at 7.30 and go home at 2pm. After work I still have energy and time to study since I can work at my own peace and got no one who tells me what I need to do. I’m also allowed to (almost) not work at all through exam season since my boss once studied engineering herself and understands my lack of time. BUT I started with a 20h work per month contract to have enough time for studying so I usually leave work at 12.30am. I have still a lot of time for homework etc. I can only recommend to work at university/ research centers. The second job is giving tuition on campus. it’s right before or after my regular class so I don’t lose much study time. These kind of jobs are usually extremely well paid. You have to physically work 9h per month + answering emails and get paid for 30h.

I was really afraid that I won’t be able to work and to study. I wanted to do ta uition job earlier but you need extremely good grades so the university staff will ask you to work for them. Tbh I’m just average in regard of marks.

So after unnecessary stuff about myself (I’m sorry but I want to explain that I’m still human and need plenty of time to study like a lot of other people too). I have no magic formula but invest your time wisely. Search for the job that is best paid for the workload you do. In Germany it’s a thing to already work in companies that do engineering stuff as a student so you actually learn something while working and you already have work experience to show off. Sometimes they even hire you right away after you graduated because they already know you and your work so they don’t mind at all if you took longer to get your degree. I don’t know if it’s possible to you to take fewer classes aka graduating later but your education should stay your priority.

Search for a job that gives you enough flexibility to adjust working to your schedule,

Try to work at times you know you wouldn’t be studying anyways

giving tuition ??

Start with a workload you know you can handle. Start little.

(if you have the choose ) start working at semester 3 or 4 maybe then you already got a hang of university and you can better judge your time management.

Try to be realistic but determined. It’s not about the amount of hours you study but how effectively you use them

To be honest : I wouldn’t work as a waitress. All my respect to you guys but this job is stressful and you sometimes have to work unexpected bc your coworker is ill.. It’s a freaking hard job and I probs wouldn’t be able to study that much if I had a job where people count on me like that. so

be picky ( if you have the possibility to be so). If you already feel like you sacrifice your education that job has to be freaking good )

Maybe I should make a more structured post about that soon with actual tips but I don’t want to let you wait even tho I’m done after a 9h marathon at the library.

Combing work and studying is something that still scares me sometimes but I just do it and if it’s too much to me, well then I have to stop working..

#tips #work

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