#would you believe i actually pulled out a star chart for this

[papanowo]

stargazers

#based on a dream i had like a month ago #my art #star trek #star trek tos #james t kirk #jim kirk #spock #spirk #would you believe i actually pulled out a star chart for this

[iamadequate1]

OK, this common refrain:

Just move on! You OFMD fans are so annoying!

Ridiculous.

What is happening with OFMD right now is UNPRECEDENTED. This isn't a cute little cult show: this is a juggernaut for Max. It's its #1 original show right now (using the metrics available right now since Max hides numbers). It's 30x in demand than the average streaming show. It was Peabody nominated. Max spent significant money on a FYC campaign for it. Its audience grew between S1 and S2, and S1 was already beating off Marvel and Star Wars shows on the charts. It can pull thousands of fans into conventions. It had a Times Square billboard just in October. Most of Max' social media interaction is from OFMD. If reports are to be believed, the S3 scripts were readied and they were already scheduling time for filming, releasing announcements, and interviews. It has succeeded in every metric a show can be measured in, and passed these expectations beyond any studio's dreams.

But it was derailed last minute by a tantruming CEO, a CEO whose incompetence is bleeding hundreds of millions out of the company and is destroying the reputation of and industry confidence in the company. The company stock has fallen over 6% since the OFMD announcement two days ago (not the sole factor but one of the biggest factors). If a show like OFMD cannot succeed at Max, no show can succeed at Max. If Max cannot support this show, it cannot support being a streaming service at all.

Is there a show cancellation that has ever compared to this?

This announcement is not because a fringe minority in and outside the fandom thought S2 was "bad", or that some people didn't like certain plot points of S2 (no hiding it here that I'm not a fan of certain fanons, though I enjoy all characters). Taika Waititi was excited and onboard; he wasn't "bored" and decided to move on. They didn't cram the original ending into S2 just in case. There is still story to be told, and this series earned the right to be able to finish that story. Ed and Stede are still in the shaky beginnings of their relationship! They need to dance, have domestic moments, have affectionate moments, get married (what was the point of David Jenkins hyping matelotage at every step?)! How does our pirate community actually move on with their lives past the English encroachment (personified in Ricky)? This isn't a video game, and the story didn't end because they reached a "Get to The Revenge" checkpoint. What personal paths are our beloved crew members going to go on? There is still so much story, and we didn't have a clean break.

We're telling ourselves that fan campaigns have worked before. These examples, the shows were all deserving, but they were not the juggernauts that OFMD is. Firefly, for example, was 98th in Nielson ratings, and it was nowhere near the biggest audience for FOX shows. Imagine if FOX had randomly decided to cancel its top rated scripted show for the lulz. Would FOX have ever recovered or been able to court new talent? (ETA: 2002 FOX. 2024 FOX already can't court talent. A rather expensive spectacle show like 911 smoothly and immediately transitioning to another, more stable network is not why I'm here.)

The streaming competition is tight right now, and Max had a miracle in OFMD, all without even bothering to promote it. OFMD has a passionate audience. It has deeply resonated with thousands and thousands of people, and it is not silly to have emotions about creative projects because that is the entire point of creative projects. We have invested real time and money into this. We've created a community. We believe in David Jenkins and all involved, and these are real people we want to support because they brought joy into our lives. The respect and comradery this crew has with the fanbase is refreshing and rare. They revel in the fans' returned creativity and passion where most others have chosen to mock instead.

I am not going to just accept the whim of some random guy in a suit. I'm not just going to shrug and say "Got me there!" I'm not going to be ashamed of having passion, any excitement, any thrill at a unique work that is unapologetically sweet, joyful, and sincere and gives us the beautiful diversity we see in our lives. If this can happen to THIS SHOW, this juggernaut, there is no point in ever being invested in a new creative project again, and that is not a world that I'm willing to accept.

I am going to fight and keep fighting for as long as it takes. If this annoys you, learn how to use mute and block functions and don't expect me to change because it's your first day on the Internet. Why shouldn't we expect excellence in media we invest in? Why shouldn't we be angry that studios are trying to collapse into one with mergers and reduce all output to five IPs with cookie cutter releases? Why shouldn't we expect that a show that has met all expectations to be rewarded by the studio for the value it added? Why should we be expected to just shrug at every cruel decision like this (a decision that doesn't even make financial sense) and hand over our money to some passionless, generic alternative? Why should we just consume whatever terrible product the studios spit out at us instead of fighting for ones that deserve to thrive?

It is not hyperbole that this is a turning point in the industry. We just spent the summer with studios demanding AI be able to replace all pieces of the creative process unchecked, and now we have an absolutely unprecedented strike down of a creative and unique show at the top of the industry because there were a few more (entirely imaginary) pennies to be had. This is inexcusable.

This is a long haul situation. Zaslav blindsided us, so alternative streamers wouldn't have even been on the radar at the beginning of this week. David Jenkins and company also can't make comments on any possibilities we have since they have to keep working relationships in this industry and they need contracts finalized first.

There is always hope, no matter how slim.

Don't give up, and don't give in.

Remember to @renewasacrew

#our flag means death #ofmd #renew as a crew #save ofmd #renewasacrew #saveofmd #david jenkins #i just really like this show #no cut! just giant wall of text

[percyjavksongf]

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬.•✵

➤𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤! 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➤𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏,𝟓𝟔𝟐

➤𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 )𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲), 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭, 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐨.

“𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠:

𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

𝐘𝐨𝐮.“

𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜

You’d learnt many things since you first set foot in camp all those years ago

The Gods were real being a large one, that took you a little convincing to actually believe. You were first sat down by Groover who attempted to the best of his abilities to tell you yes they were real and no I swear we’re not just some crazy cult. It wasn’t until you finally left the infirmary and wandered around Camp Half Blood that you actually accepted it, this was your life now, child to a God. It sounded so bizarre at first, hey did you know I’m the kid of a God?, yeah totally sane sounding.

You were glad you weren’t the only person at Camp to find this all wild, you had been introduced to Percy Jackson by Groover, who figured you two were in the same boat and could lean on each other for support accepting all this. At first it was awkward, you two barely speaking a word until you offered him a piece of your crushed up candy still in your pocket from your journey here. Your friendship grew from there, both surprised to find out you grew up only a couple blocks away from each other. As you grew so did your relationship, you spent years dancing on the line of friends or lovers, both too nervous to make the first move.

You’ll never forget that day, the battle of Manhattan. It was a day you always avoided thinking about, but it creeped into your dreams and left you sitting up in bed, trying to breath in your surroundings. You weren’t there, you were safe in Camp Half-Blood

but Silena wasn’t.

You’d usually end up in tears after having yet another nightmare about her death, you had been there when she died, watching helplessly as the colour slowly drained from her face, her hand which was snugly wrapped in yours becoming cold. Clarisse had been the one to drag you from Silena’s body, shoving you to stand and telling you to get your act together, but you knew from the tears that begged to be released from her waterline that she was just trying to help, you were in a vulnerable position being there alone. Percy had found you later after Kronos had been defeated, he had turned down the offer of becoming a God. You hadn’t noticed his presence until he dropped himself down on the sidewalk next to you, wrapping an arm around your motionless frame and pulling you into his body, the only sound between the two of you being his sobs.

Guilt was a very common emotion for Demi-gods to feel.

You could spend days picking at every little action you took, every decision that ultimately resulted in the death of a friend, a sibling, someones lover. You hadn’t let yourself mourn Silena’s death for a couple of weeks, managing to convince yourself that she was just locked up in her cabin, planning the chore chart for her siblings, she always took so much pride in her work. Silena was the third person you met at camp, you two got along like a house on fire, whenever you weren’t with Percy it was guaranteed you were wandering around camp with her, laughing at some stupid joke Travis Stoll had told you earlier or listening to her gush over Charles Beckendorf.

It wasn’t until you had wondered over the strawberry fields one evening after the campfire, you had laid down and stared up at the breathtaking arrangement of stars above you, you remembered pointing out your favourites with Silena a couple of months back.

It had hit you suddenly, realising you laid on the cold earth alone and your friend would never reach a hand out to direct your line of vision to where a particularly bright star laid. Your sobs come on suddenly, ripping from your throat as you tried to breath in as much air as you could. You not sure how long you laid there until you felt someone guide you to sit up, unaware of how little air you were actually letting into your lungs, leaving you with a harsh coughing fit. The hand rubbed against your back in large circles, eventually leading your head to rest against their chest and running their fingers through your now dirt covered hair.

You stayed there for awhile tucked in this person’s lap until your sobs became quiet sniffles, you didn’t mind the position, already having a feeling who your consoler was. You lifted your head to get a look at him, his fingers still played with the ends of your hair, his eyes staring off somewhere in the distance. As if sensing your gaze, Percy’s eyes landed on you, from the frown on his face you knew you must’ve looked a state.

“I’m sorry, Percy” you had managed to get out, your throat dry from being quiet for so long. Percy shook his head quickly and gently squeezed your side where his other hand held you.

“don’t apologise” he spoke gently, moving his hand from your hair to brush off a few stray tears from your cheek. You moved your head down again to press into his tense shoulder, his own head moving to rest on top of yours.

“Percy..” you whispered, but what were you supposed to say? You hadn’t spoke to anyone about Silena since returning from the battle, it never felt like you knew the right words to explain how you felt.

“It’s alright, I know.” he had spoken into your hair, pressing a light kiss to it before turning to look back at camp once more.

After that night it had become routine to end up most evenings in Percy’s arms, or sprawled across his bed as he sat with his back against the tiled wall, somehow managing to find a slightly damaged pack of Uno cards. Those little moments brought back the first genuine smile you had in months. Sometimes your positions would change, Percy held a lot of guilt himself over the losses in Manhattan, you knew as soon as you snuck into his cabin after curfew whether it had been a good day or not, your arms opening instantly to let him in.

It got easier as the years went by, you both still had your moments, a sudden dream that brought you back to the events of that day. Which usually ended up in you knocking on Percy’s cabin door at three in the morning, to which he always brought you in and wrapped you up in his arms.

Which is were you laid now, Percy’s head tucked into your shoulder and his arms and legs through messily over your body, you stared up at the ceiling of his cabin and played with the curls in his hair absent-mindedly. Another dream had left you awake before the sun, but you hadn’t cried which was a first for you, and probably why Percy remained asleep. In your dream you had seen Silena, forever seventeen and doing her regular cabin check ups, scolding those who rooms weren’t up to standard. Your dream has changed to you staring down at her lifeless eyes, her hand slowly limping out of your grasp. You had woken shortly after, feeling yourself grip Percy’s camp shirt tighter, you must’ve both fallen asleep soon after wandering back from the campfire. You smiled, remembering how delighted you had felt watching the Apollo kids put on an amazing performance for the newer campers, landing a small grin on there faces. You turned to look over at Percy, gasping loudly when you found him already watching you, earning a small chuckle from him

“you creep” you whispered, teasingly pushing his face away from you.

“legit get out of my bed” he replied instantly, making a laugh bubbling from you which was quickly captured by Percy’s lips. You relaxed in his touch as he shuffled to lean over you, pressing you into the mattress slightly before ultimately dropping his weight on top of you, burrowing his face back into your shoulder

“Percy” you whined in protest, attempting to shove the man off of you unsuccessfully.

He hummed into the pillow, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you from under him. Once he was satisfied with your position, being tucked into his side between him and the wall, his blanket engulfing you which you let happen delightfully.

Being a demi-god was hard, it left you with lots of emotional and physical scars that might never fully heal, but it gifted you so many beautiful things too. The nightmares were a given and would never completely go away, but when you remembered that you had a camp full of people who understood and held no judgement, it made it all a bit easier. Percy’s arm hung over your chest protectively, even if you hadn’t mentioned the dream he already knew. You think back to that night with him in the strawberry field, it gets better, you think. Pressing one last kiss to Percy’s cheek you let yourself be taken once again into the world of sleep, this time having no nightmares to awaken you. You’d learnt a lot of things since joining camp all those years ago, but one lesson you had only come to believe recently,

It does gets better.

a/n: ok I legit just pulled this out of my ass lol, not sure how good this is as it only took me an hour and i haven't proof read. anyways its a sad fic which i usually steer away from but yk we're trying somthing new.

much love always 💕💕

#book percy jackson #percy jackson #fanfic #x reader #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #pjo #pjo fandom

[emeraldborealis]

Galaxy of Dying Stars

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x FEM!reader

TW//CW: Hurt/comfort, mention of cancer, reader has moles and freckles but no other descriptions used, a lot of star and galaxy metaphors, established relationship, no use of y/n. Damnation Leon.

A/N: A dear friend of mine requested me to use Damnation Leon with this idea and I had to oblige my muse.

Words: 1,850

Moles ran in the family, beauty marks that would pop up all over your skin, mapping out eras of your life, four in particular meant a lot to you on your right side, forming a rectangle, with two on your hip and two on your ribs.

You'd had them since you were little, they'd been there for as long as you could remember. They were a part of you, something you always associated with yourself.

Moles and freckles were the constellations that mapped out who you were. Some even believed moles appeared in places your lover kissed you often in your past life.

Cancer also ran in the family, and with two of your beloved moles growing bigger you knew you had to get them removed and biopsied.

But who were you without the constellations of the years of your life?

If not just a galaxy of dying stars.

Each one just another ticking time bomb until the whole thing would eventually collapse.

It was superficial, they weren't integral to your personality or who you were as a person, but they were still a map of everything you've been. Who you were when they first showed up.

The appointment was easy to schedule, just one call, that's all. But it felt like ordering the casket for the little girl you were when you first noticed them there. Back when you were so full of dreams, and the ambitions to achieve them, to reach that unreachable star.

The process of the removal was just as easy, some numbing and a blade carefully wielded in your dermatologist's hand, a simple band aid and the reminder to keep it clean, use Vaseline on it if you didn't want it to scar, and not to pick at it. Results of the biopsy and testing from the lab would take about a week.

It was such an easy process, so why did it hurt? Why did it feel like this?

Was this what a dying star felt like? Was this the beginning of burning out? Or were you already long past gone? Just waiting for the light to vanish from an already dead star.

"What's going on with you, love?" Leon's voice suddenly broke you from your thoughts, looking over to him from where you sat on the couch. You hadn't noticed him join you, wondering how long he'd been there.

"Just thinking." You were quick to brush it off, feeling too silly to actually explain or express the issue, and you knew it probably wasn't cancer. Didn't want to worry him. Even still, the wait to find out was still agonizing.

"About?" He prompted you to continue, to explain. Moving closer to you on the couch, draping his arm around you, rubbing your arm and shoulder.

"I got some moles removed today, possibly cancer. But don't worry- it's probably not. And not serious if it is." You explained, playing with your hands, looking down at your speckled skin, the peppering of color, too many little dots to count, but moles were special, bigger. Astronavigation.

"So are you worried about it being cancer?" He seemed a bit nervous, you could tell by the way he pulled you closer, glancing in the way of the kitchen, thinking of a familiar burn soothing his tongue, sliding down his throat to numb everything down.

He didn't like the thought of something like this. Something being a potential catalyst to losing you.

"Not really, I just... sort of miss them. I know that's stupid, but I've always thought of my moles and freckles like constellations across my body." Your words helped take off his edge, helping calm his racing thoughts.

"And now you've lost some stars?" He understood the sentiment, why it would feel like losing a piece of yourself. 

Even without the few moles, Leon was sure he could navigate the celestial plane of your body without a single chart, he could never truly get lost. Not when he knew it so well.

"Yeah, feels incomplete, like something's missing." Something in your internal gravitational pull felt shifted, like things inside you were spinning in a new orbit. Making up for the newly burnt out stars.

"Have you heard the theory that moles are where your lover or soulmate kissed you in your past life?" He leaned in closer, pressing his forehead to yours, and in a moment you were spinning from something completely different than a loss of proper internal gravitational pull.

"It's a popular theory. But I'm not following." Blue eyes that could put any galactical marvel to shame seemed to suck you in like a black hole, bringing you closer to what you knew would one day tear you apart.

"I gave them to you once, and as long as you love them I'll give them to you in every lifetime. Maybe next time they'll be able to stay for longer." He explained, pushing you to be laying on the couch. "Which ones were removed?" His voice was soft, but it was laced with something that reminded you how quickly the cold space between you could quickly turn into a blaze.

"The one's on my side, on my ribs." He took your breath away with little difficulty, a gateway to salvation. Something far more tantalizing than the sun, moon or stars. Nothing less than heaven.

"I loved those ones. I know why I gave them to you in our last lifetime together." He gently raised your shirt, folding it up, keeping it over your chest to preserve your modesty. He looked at your body with such reverence, like it was something to worship. Like it was a deity whose altar he would kneel at until his knees cracked, until he himself turned to dust, coming from and returning to the stars.

He lowered his head, bowing in awe to your divinity. His lips gently pressing to the band aids, kissing them with searing hot lips. He treated you like you were more than just a descendent of stardust, instead like you were the whole damn galaxy. A supernova couldn't hold a candle to you, a cosmic wonderland was the only thing he could think to compare you to.

"I think in your next life I should add a few new additions too." He whispered like a prayer against your skin, his hot breath fanning over you, breathing into you new life, new sparks. Gaseous nebulae imploding into new stars inside of you.

"And preserve my favorite astronomical destinations." His lips trailed over you, kissing your already existing moles, the one on your hand, the few on your face, neck, shoulders, arms. Everywhere. "I was so smart to worship you in entirety in our last life together."

Finally he brought his lips to yours, and in that moment it was like galaxies colliding, bursting with destruction and new life. He filled all of your senses, breathing him in like a psychedelic. He was seven times more addictive.

Your hands trailed up his chest, gently holding his face you brought him in closer, your thumb gently brushing over one of his moles. Holding him to your lips until your lungs burned in search of oxygen, only parting from him momentarily.

His moles next to yours were proof of how brightly your love burned for the other in another lifetime. It must have been blinding, needing the constellations of the marks you'd leave on one another to navigate it.

You'd map each other out all over again, a chart to follow of how to love the other the next time fate brings you both back together. An endless gravitational pull of two souls meant to be.

"It's not cancer." He whispered in your ear. "I promise. It's not cancer. The marks of love between us could never be the thing to hurt you. It's not cancer."

"I know. But I still needed to get them tested and removed, just in case." You tangled your fingers into his hair, gently massaging his scalp with your nails, making his eyes drift closed in enjoyment. A reassuring gentle touch. "It wasn't cancer last time, it won't be this time either."

"I love you. And I need to believe that our life transcends this one. I need to know that there was peaceful love between us once, and that after all the hell of this life, there will be peaceful love between us again. I need to keep the world safe for the next time we meet." Leon lowered himself down onto you, laying atop you and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"I believe it does, and that belief is all that matters right? Isn't that what faith is? The hope of things unseen?" Wrapping your arms around him you held him close, cradling him against you. Fingers drifting up and down his clothed back, stopping each place you knew he had moles.

His body was just as perfectly mapped out to you with astronavigation as yours was to him. Known almost better by the other than themselves.

"I can't keep fighting if it's not to be with you again. I can't keep losing people if it's not for the promise of holding you for eternity." His sigh was deep, releasing so much tension from his body.

"I know. I know, Leon." Placing a tender kiss to his temple he let out a soft hum, sinking further into you. His weight was never crushing, only ever comforting, like the warm blankets wrapped around you on a cold morning.

"I'm not losing you. Nothing is allowed to take you from me. I couldn't take it. Not you. Anything but you. Me, but never you." He wrapped his arms tightly around you, holding you like a lifeline. The loss of his idol of worship would make him lose faith all over again.

"I'm not going anywhere, Leon. It's not cancer. Remember? The tests will come back and nothing will be wrong. It'd be too cruel for me to go through everything I have, suffered with all my afflictions, just to get cancer too. So, it's not. Besides, if it is, I'm tough. I could beat it, if only for you." The reassuring words were spoken in equal parts for him and you.

"You're right. You could beat it. Strongest person I've ever known, that's who you are." He kissed your shoulder gently, nibbling on your skin, taking it between his teeth, pinching you, making you almost yelp.

"You don't know yourself half as well as I do then, because if you did, it'd be a self earned title." Grabbing his head by his hair you gently tugged him to look at you. "No biting."

"You're one to talk." He leaned in, kissing your nose. "Can't ever get you to stop gnawing on me."

"What can I say? I'm starstruck, pulled in by you, no other gravity for me, brought to my knees from my need to collide with you." Kissing his lips always made things feel better, like stars aligning. It was a mutual feeling. A mutual need to be together until the galaxy itself burned out.

In this life, and every life down the road, you'd always be pulled together, your stars aligning over and over again. Two souls incapable of existing without the other. 

#resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x you #leon x reader #x reader #oneshot #reader insert #leon kennedy fanfic #resident evil fanfic #resident evil leon #leon scott kennedy #leon scott kennedy x reader

[celabi]

hi i miss u sm i come here everyday

okay but like when you said scummy heizou.. i got all excited CAUSE IM CURRENTLY HYPERFIXATED ON HIM RN YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HES SO PRETTY

anyway, i think rather than being a loser i think he would be someone respected by others, since yk detective stuff, but some people find him creepy BECAUSE he knows a lot. despite being popular af and maybe in student council i think he would actually try to hide his scumminess?? for self image but deep. deep down inside he loves you almost as much as scummy scara would (not AS much no one can replace our lil princess). like he knows so much about you, maybe even everything. hes sneaky too so that gives an advantage. i think he would be able to do those yandere sim rival eliminations too (matchmake, maybe even manipulate someone too) and instead of being like the og babygirl we all want to see oiled up during the "arguing to let a teacher sit with you" i believe that he HAS such a good reputation to the point he can choose the seating charts. and ohoho what do you know? your friends are on the other side of the room to "prevent you from getting distracted" but hey, at least that gacha life fallen angel sits next to you, maybe its a little embarrassing cause YOU? sit next to HIM? dont be silly. fuck it happened. and maybe if you're failing he WILL do everything to be your tutor, just to sneak a few (a lot) of pictures of you on his phone, spend time together and see what you like! <3 (not that it matters. he already knows, hes a detective he knows all your dirty secrets)

MAYBEE out of character cause its early in the morning and my head is NOT RIGHT feel free to change ANYTHING you want cause im not satisfied. anyway sorry this was long and i had to bother you with this 😭

- WITH SPECIAL LOVE TO MY FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGGER (and cuddling under the stars partner), 🎐 anon

YES BC I WROTE THAT HES IN THE STUDENT COUNCIL WHAT 😳😳😳 liek like liek he abuses his power of a high rank and gets to do stuff like other students can’t, like pull you out off class when he feels like it, or study with you in a private area instead of the crowded library.

But just cause he’s respected, doesn’t mean he’s not scummy. Heizou is always resting his hand on the lower of your back and trailing it down until either it finally lands on your behind, or you pull away before he he has the chance to grope you. He’s so kind and gives you cold bottles of water, but spits it in, so every time you take a sip, your basically kissing tbh. He’s putting what he thinks are love letters in your locker, but they’re actually kind of disturbing from the way he tells you things that he probably shouldn’t know, like “I love how kind you are to your dog, it’s just so adorable.” Or “I see the way people are your job are quite rude to you, maybe you should quit.” It’s just kinda creepy, but he thinks he’s doing a good job.

He’s not shy like scummy scara, instead he’s more proud, and popular. People don’t shove his shoulders when he walks past, but high five, and greet him. He teases you to get a reaction, and I guarantee that whatever reaction you do give him, it’s gonna give him a boner. You look flustered after he complimented your body? Oh you just look so cute that he couldn’t help it. You look annoyed? He likes the way your eyes narrow at him, and couldn’t help it. You look mad, and walk away? Holy fuck that was so hot, and if you yelled at him, he probably would have cum a little tbh.

I really don’t know when I’ll post the proper thing I wrote, but hopefully soon. It’s gonna be long though, like 3k words and I’ve only finished heizou and slightly started xiao and Gorous 🫡

#🎐 anon #🍃 — chatting ☆彡 #scummy heizou :(

[angelsanarchy]

Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 21 -> CH 22

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Jack woke up the next day feeling lighter. He felt like the group session really helped him get some of the toxic thoughts out of his brain and all he had on his mind today was asking Y/n out on a proper date.

"Today's the day Ace. Eat up buddy because I'm going to have to drop you at home before I head out." Ace wasn't paying any attention to Jack as he was scarfing down his food. Jack made sure to clean the house up in the event Y/n actually took him up on the offer of a date. He showered and even put on cologne. He felt like he was a complete newbie, as if he never tried to go out of his way to impress anyone before. It had been a long time since he's had remotely romantic feelings for anyone who wasn't Cleo so he wasn't sure what he was doing.

He dropped Ace off at the house before stopping off and grabbing a few things with some helpful suggestions by her mom. When he walked into the clinic, there was a short older woman sitting at the desk with a huge smile.

"Hi sweetheart! Who might you be looking for?" Her nametag read Joy.

"Hi Joy, I'm looking for Y/n. I believe she's a nurse here." Joy smiled at Jack, face lighting up as she looked him up and down.

"You must be Jack Thurlow, the cute neighbor!" Once she spoke, two other women behind the desk paused.

"This is THE Jack?"

"Oh he's so much cuter than she described."

Jack couldn't help but laugh.

"I hope all the things she's told you are good things because I kind of want to ask her on a date and I'm kind nervous she'll say no." Jack explained as the three started making noises of disbelief.

"I'll fire her if she says no! She's been swooning about you forever now and we've been pushing her to ask you out since you seemed a bit...slow on the punch." Joy rolled her eyes playfully and Jack nodded.

"I've been a bit out of it lately and busy with my house renovating but I have the time to completely dedicate my attention to just her." Jack explained but before the gaggle of ladies could say more, Y/n appear from the hallway with a chart in her hand. She froze.

"Jack?" She said his name like she was scared something had happened but Joy stood up.

"Shame on you for not telling us how pretty this man is!" Joy scolded Y/n and she blushed.

"Look Y/n, he brought you flowers. You know yellow roses are a friendship flower right?" One of the other nurses spoke up.

"Yeah but she expressed they were her favorite." Jack explained earning a smile from Y/n.

"I also brought you coffee." He added holding it up. The women made noises of awe and Y/n sighed.

"Okay, that's enough. Let's get back to work ladies. I can take it from here." Y/n shooed the ladies away and Joy sat with her chin resting on her hand.

"Oh honey I work right here." She smirked as Y/n walked around the desk and pulled Jack by his elbow towards the empty waiting room.

"Sorry, I would have texted you but I wanted to surprise you." Jack held out the coffee and Y/n took it.

"I usually don't like surprises but this is a really nice one. I like this one." She sipped the coffee and closed her eyes with a sign of enjoyment. Jack had kept the receipt from when Y/n had brought him coffee just to memorize what she liked for breakfast. He thought it would be a useful thing to know if she ever stayed the night but this worked too.

"I dropped Ace at the house and your mom's day nurse said you were here covering someone's shift so I figured I would bring you a mid-day pick me up." Jack held out the flowers to her.

"These aren't from mom's garden...she'll be devastated." Y/n joked.

"Yeah well I figured having her cut me some flowers first thing in the morning wouldn't show much effort on my part." Jack laughed.

"You came all this way to brighten my day just because I let Ace stay the night?" She smirked and Jack shook his head.

"Actually, I came all this way to see if maybe you would consider having dinner with me tonight? Your mom's nurse already said she didn't mind working a double." Y/n couldn't help the grin on her face. He had gone through a lot of trouble just to ask her to dinner.

"I work until 10:00 tonight-" Joy cleared her throat catching their attention.

"I'm sure we can get you out of here by 9:15...9:30 at the latest." Joy mouthed a solid DO IT! to Y/n and Jack chuckled.

"You don't have to agree to it but you told me to wait until my head was clear and I woke up today feeling like a new person. I felt lighter and excited for the future. I also couldn't stop thinking about you." Jack stepped in closer to Y/n trying to have a somewhat private exchange with Y/n while the others watched on.

"No pressure-"

"I would love to." She smiled at him taking the flowers and holding them to her chest.

"Really? Great." Jack shoved his hands in his pockets not wanting to seem fidgety with excitement.

"I'm going to stop home and shower after work but I'll text you once I'm walking over." Y/n she put her free hand on his chest and Jack nodded in understanding.

"It's a date." He said patting her hand as it slid down his chest. He made sure to stop off at the desk before leaving.

"Joy, you're a sweetheart and my new favorite person. Never change." He grinned making Y/n laugh as he walked away. The women immediately began to bombard Y/n about Jack the moment he was out of ear shot but she wasn't paying attention to them. She was enjoying the coffee and roses that he had brought her that seemed to make her heart beat faster.

#Jack Thurlow #Jack Goes Home #Jack x Y/n #Glass Houses Series #Glass Houses #One Shot Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #21/38

[mercurytrinemoon]

A MAGNET-LIKE RELATIONSHIP: TAYLOR SWIFT AND TRAVIS KELCE SYNASTRY ANALYSIS

Taylor Swift surprised the pop culture world once again with a new relationship, this time during a Venus retrograde as opposed to Mercury retrograde. So let's look at the requested synastry post on the pop star and her new boo, the NFL player, Travis Kelce.

I've already talked about Taylor's chart in relation to love and relationships in THIS POST if you want to check it out. When it comes to Travis, unfortunately we don't have his birth time (I know, I know) but we can at least look at aspects. He was born just 2 months before Taylor so all the generational aspects will be the same and they both share the infamous Cancer Jupiter-Capricorn Saturn opposition. Jupiter and Saturn going against each other can bring issues with faith and with feeling the sense of purpose in life, a demanding character, legal issues and having the mindset of "no pain no gain" that can lead to overworking oneself. It is a very clashy aspect to have in a natal chart and I'm wondering if it's good that they share it or actually VERY bad for them long-term because it just gets enhanced. If we strip away the lovey-dovey, some might say "shallow" personal planet synastry aspects and the Jupiter-Saturn eventually comes to the surface, this may show as disagreements in political views, worlview in general, conflicting schedules, priorities etc. On top of that, natally he has it t-squared by Sun and Mars, both in a bad shape dignity-vise. I don't know how this would relate to his love life, I guess depends on which houses these planets rule/occupy, but this can indicate that he may be someone who sometimes has to be lead by the hand (like I always see headlines that include his monther and brother in the narrative, that could be it). Or someone who switches between "I'm gonna do what is expected of me" when he's feeling virtuous and "I'm gonna go against everyone" when he's having a hissy fit. Potentially because he doesn't have a strong identity that he believes in (depends on his rising sign).

Makes sense then that he's a literal sports team player - people like him often have to work in a group where they collectively make a cohesive entity. Now a Libra can also be a great team player in a romantic relationship. He has a lovely Mercury-Venus sextile, which probably makes him very affectionate and open with his feelings, he proabably just likes the topic of love and relationships in general. Now without the exact time of birth, I don't know if his Moon is closer to squaring Mercury or sextling his Sun and Mars… Either way a heavily aspected Moon would talk about someone with strongly developed emotional side, potentially someone who can be pretty amorous and touchy. And someone with a strong sense of routine.

Okay but their synastry... Good? Bad? In between?

The first thing that pops out is his Scorpio Venus being right on top of her Scorpio rising (speculative but I'd say 95% probable) AND Scorpio Mars. Both love planets coming together in a 1° conjunction? Oooooffff! Hot. Steamy. Spicy. As well as them sharing luminaries in Sagittarius: him with his Moon and her with her Sun. Very nice, yin and yang coming together, that's a classic synastry aspect that is the base of sympathy and friendship. Both of these aspects are very alluring to one another, they're like two magnets that are pulled towards each other. With his Venus being on her ascendant as well, it's no surprise they're so showy with their affections, they also probably find each other very attractive. Both of these aspects are extremely bonding. And full of rushed actions, rapidly developed feelings and a good amount of sexual tension - this is far from being "slow and steady, let's see where this goes", it's more so "I'm yours. NOW". But also, with the support of other aspects, very harmonious emotionally and caring - Moon will cheer on the Sun and vice versa, especially in a fun and optimistic Sagittarius - this is literally becoming the cheerleader archetype that I always associate with Sagi and Jupiter. Plus, heart eyes big time.

These conjunctions are really what keeps this going as honestly there's not much besides that. Their Mercuries are in a sign-based trine, which is nice, they probably talk A LOT. Their Suns are in a sign-based sextile, on the most basic campatibility level that is very good. Her natally unaspected Aquarius Venus remains kind of unaspected, but what saves the situation is the sign-based trine to his Libra planets that fit the airy energy - a trine like this should be helpful on a more social level and the way they present themselves together to the world. We get a somewhat of a double whammy with his Mars trining her Venus within 9° orb so they have Venus-Mars aspect both ways. It should be good for the romanticism, attraction and intimate life.

The potential problem can lay in her having the upper hand here - with her Sun and his Moon, she's the one with the masculine energy. Same with her powerful domicile Mars being on top of his Venus. I guess it depends on his disposition and it may connect with his ego and drive - the energetic Sun and Mars - having low dignity in Libra. Like, is he really the type of person who can take the back seat and be lead by the other person or will he eventually start to crave some control and power, which he surely will not get standing next to 2023's Person of the Year. Or will he make up for it with his manly alpha look? (Which, interestingly, this is the first time Taylor dates someone like that, am I right? I recall her always dating soft boys lol).

But they also have another double whammy: Sun square Mercury both ways. This is v interesting. This usually shows up as differences in opinions and beliefs (which we talked about earlier) and issues around communication, schedules and everyday matters. As well as critiquing each other's opinions and routines. "That does not sit well with me and/or my worldview" is how a Mercury square Sun would talk. I feel like IF this relationship ends, it can go sour due to misunderstandings and clashing opinions.

Even visually, it's no doubt that their synastry looks wild. I guess it's the nature of both of their natal charts, which are not easy. Having natal oppositions of slower-moving planets, underlining that opposition through synastry and then coming with (seemingly) compatible Libra placements that t-square all of that. It is a tough slow burn.

I'm looking for a right word for this synastry. It's definitely not a fun, lighthearted and cheery one like the one she had with Matty. That one had a lot of Sun-Venus-Jupiter activity, which is very bright and positive. This one is very saturnian and martian. So it's kind of heavy. Bonding and fast-moving but heavy.

✨ MY ASTRO E-CALENDAR FOR 2024 AVAILABLE HERE! ✨

#astrology #mercurytrinemoon #astro notes #astrology notes #celebrity chart #taylor swift #travis kelce

[theshippirate22]

maybe it’s because i’m a broke college student with crippling depression but i love the idea of Aziraphale meeting this broke college student who came into the shop to see if he had a cheaper version of the textbook they needed and like instantly just fell in love with them in the same sense that you realize a puppy is a part of your family or that a piece of art would not make your house home unless it’s there. So he miracles them the textbook and loans it to them free of charge and they don’t really know what to do with that so they keep insisting that there has to be something they can do in return and Aziraphale randomly comes up with some task for them to do.

but actually shocker! they end up needing a whole bunch more books throughout the year and they always go to check Aziraphale’s shop first. He’s always thrilled to see them and the same sort of exchange occurs where they request a book, he miracles it into the back room and then they perform some menial task to “pay” for it, like changing lightbulbs or dusting shelves or even once helping assemble a new shelf that had come in the mail and Aziraphale had no idea how to go about hanging it on the wall but a drill and a youtube video later it’s ready to go.

this goes on for a long time, this little charade, and “Good morning, Mr. Fell,” becomes “Hello, Aziraphale,” becomes “Azi! Are you here?” and “I’m looking for-“ becomes “Do you know anything about-“ becomes “I’ve brought coffee-“

Slowly, Aziraphale catches on that this kid has a bad relationship with their parents and a worse relationship with themselves and it’s a whole load of nonsense to reassure them frantically that they’re always welcome in the shop and really, it’s no trouble at all, and you needn’t come and “make yourself useful. sit right there, i’ll bring you some tea.”

Until eventually they’re stopping in three or four times a week to look at whatever Aziraphale’s gotten his hands on that he’s particularly excited about or to have a cuppa or to taste whatever Aziraphale’s been baking (he’s gotten loads better, they must admit) or just to be away from school/dormitory/home for a while

sometimes, Azi’s… partner… is there, usually flung about whining about something or other and drinking, and at first they believed him to be standoffish but realized quickly that it was all just a bit of a farce to get Azi to take care of him. He’s awfully good at fretting, they would know.

Crowley even helps with maths homework sometimes, when they’ve got their head face down on the desk over Calculus, and he’s quite good at it really, knows lots of things about numbers and measurements. sometimes, he says he has to know, how else could he build galaxies and nebulas the way he did? They think this is one of his dramatic bits; he’s got a few of those, but sometimes when it gets dark out, he’ll pull out a star chart and show them all the little pieces of a section, and he’ll tell them what the stars looked like when they’d first been born, describing such lurid color and beauty that sometimes… they wonder if he really does know something…

That bookshop becomes the quietest, softest, homiest place in the country and really they’re there more often now than home and seeing Azi and Crowley more often than their own father and mother and really, maybe there is no point to wanting to kill yourself because Crowley will go on his little bit about the farm and Azi will roll his eyes but assure them that actually, he’s right, hard things are ineffable but life is worth living and there’s something so sacred about falling asleep hunched over Psychology textbooks in the dim light and knowing that Azi will carry you into bed like a child (he’s says theyre a tiny little thing; even if it’s not true) and the lights will all get hazy and Crowley will put on records if gets the chance- usually something slow and low unless Azi can get Saint-Saens on first- and it’s the feeling of being loved again, with the laughter and whispers from the other room and yes, you know what? They’ll be properly good on the farm, bad days are ineffable, but life is worth living

#good omens #ineffable husbands #let me project in peace #ficlet #headcanons

[ozcarr]

You ever get really bored and just make up a little group of campy sci-fi guys for funzies?

Anyway, give it up for the crew of Star Cruiser 99. I made up extensive lore for them between work calls, under the cut.

When the entire captain’s annex mysteriously broke off vacation liner Star Cruiser 99, several randomly assigned emergency away teams were sent out do a perimeter of the area, one of which was headed by security officer Gillian Vega. Vega’s team strays a little too far from the 99’s charted path while exploring separated annex debris and ends up encountering some sort of space anomaly or wormhole because it’s a genre staple! They lose contact and tracking on their mothership, but find evidence of an escape pod launch from captains annex and are lead to believe the captain may be close, so they decide to continue their recovery mission — but now they’re stuck in uncharted space, the trail is running cold, and they have no way home.

Vega is smart and good at her job… but just transferred from a very human-majority quadrant of the galaxy and is still experiencing an adjustment period. She dreams of captaining her own explatory space vessel one day and thinks being the leader of the away team that recovers the captain of the 99 would fast-track her career. But as the days turn into weeks, she finds herself really growing into her small-crew-acting-captian position. And she starts to sort of hope that they don't find the captain. Which makes her feel really guilty. Which distracts her from the rest of the crew’s weird dynamics. It's a whole thing.

Nobody really gets Thomas from the security team and that's okay! He doesnt mind really. He's telepathic so he can read everyone's thoughts (excluding Killgore), but he doesn't usually comment on other people's internal monologs. Really good listener. He knows something is going on between Phoebe and Kurzweil but there’s inconsistencies in their memories and Thomas can’t really get a read what their relationship is.

Phoebe V ("V" is pronounced "Five") is an engineer and was really popular on the 99 before The Incident. She's always fiending for gossip, an has been trying to get closer to Thomas (everyone assumes it’s because she assumes he has dirt on everyone, but is it about something else?) Now that she's been stuck in close proximity with the same 4 people for weeks... she's going a little stir-crazy and everyone can tell.

Doctor Killgore is almost cartoonishly evil and nobody except Vega seems to picking up on it. He's always saying bond villain type shit, and Vega's always like "guys I think Killgore might actually be dangerous." And everyone else just brushes it off like "he's obviously joking about killing us! What, you don't think he's capable of humor or something? Wow Vega, examine your biases..."

Killgore doesn't talk about his life before the 99 which leaves Vega with a lot of questions, namely "w...why is he called that", "why would a medical droid look like that", and "who's vitals are being displayed on that heart monitor?"

Kurzweil works in passenger services and was hired at a Starbase recruitment fair 2 weeks before The Incident. He only volunteered for the away mission in hopes it would earn him some respect among his peers. Even before the mission, he was prone to accidents and he keeps putting himself in dangerous situations which almost always end in head trauma — much to Killgore's thinly-veiled delight.

His species must be extremely resilient because he's always able to walk it off after an hour of downtime in the shuttle's back medical room (albeit with some memory loss). His accidents are seemingly random but now Vega is starting to notice patterns and is beginning to think something nefarious is afoot, whether Kurzweil knows it or not.

I don’t want to fully elaborate what’s going on because… I’m starting to think this would make a fun little mystery visual novel. But I don’t currently have the skills or patience to pull that off. So I’ll just throw this on the back burner to simmer while I decide if perusing it’s worth the effort haha.

#drawings that violate the Geneva Conventions but I don’t give a shit #a lot of them are named after/loosely based on songs but I will not elaborate further #oc #character design #scifi #alien #robot #Star cruiser 99 #my art

[denimini]

Let me start this by saying I love Jungkook. However, do I feel he is the best partner for JImin? No. Do I support Jiikook? yes! because Jimin sincerely loves JK, he adores the guy. In the BPD interview it was implied JK needed nudging to produce something. JK himself say it all the time. He can be lazy and he can be greedy. He was initially lazy to work but when he was nudged his "greedy" side wanted it all. From spending his Chapter watching Anime and drinking he suddenly wanted to be the biggest Popstar. I believe he is extremely busy much like how Jimin was busy during FACE production. I feel like JK can blow hot and cold when showing affection BUT I feel JM is cognizant of this trait. I believe if JM wanted JK to greet him publicly JM has enough pull for JK to do it. I hate Chapter and I hope it ends soon.

So many of you, Anons, seem to think JK isn't deserving of JM, and I have to wonder why? It seems to me it might be because so many people are disappointed in the possibility of Jikook not being together and are secretly blaming JK for it, even though we actually have no information what happened between them, (if anything happened at all), and who's fault it was.

Let's be objective here. Jungkook is gorgeous, rich, talented, he has the same interests as Jimin- music, dancing, performing, he is in the same industry as Jimin so he understands very well the downsides and risks of it. He is sensitive yet assertive. He works hard. He loves his family and is close to them. He loves animals. He has a kind heart.

Do you honestly not see why Jimin could want him? Not to mention, he has always supported Jimin through all the ups and downs they have been through. For a long time, he was the member Jimin willingly spent all his time with, the one who knew Jimin the best. Not to mention, Jimin's family loves him, which speaks a lot.

So, really, objectively speaking, why do you think JK doesn't deserve Jimin? Because he was filmed with a woman? What's the big deal if they were not together or if she was just a friend? We don't know what JM does in his personal life, too.

Is JK undeserving because of the direction of his solo work? If so, you must know there are many factors at play with his debut, and not everything is as simple as it seems. JK mentioned last year that his album would be next, that he was almost ready to go after Suga, so that means he was working on it at the time. Obviously, something happened, and the project fell through. He really was in a bad place at the beginning of the year. Maybe he was suffering from a writer's block. I also think he felt immense pressure to make and release an album before he enlisted, a successful one at that, yet it seemed he didn't have any ideas at the time.

He must have felt stuck and pressured, and the time was slowly ticking away. Then Scooter and Band came and offered him an easy way out with Seven, and he took it. Does this make me happy and proud of him? Not in the least. Do I feel slightly disappointed in his approach and direction to Chapter 2? Definitely. Just like many other people, I wanted something more personal and authentic from him, but may be he couldn't give it to us at the time. Not to mention that Bang obviously wants more success in the US, and JK seems to be the way for him to do it. I am not happy that JK cares more about charting and fame and proving himself as a pop star than actual artistry, but I also don't think that makes him an awful person. If anything, he is at least honest, because so many singers nowadays want fame and money, but would never admit it.

Jungkook is definitely not perfect. He has flaws, but so does everyone else. As a Jimin biased person, I don't think there ever will be someone truly worthy of Jimin , but I know it is not my place. That is his decision to make.

#jikook #kookmin

[waraxarcana]

@waxgentleman continued from here:

Hawkins was a man who appreciated people who used their brains. Cunning was, in his opinion, an invaluable quality for a pirate. Especially cunning paired with creativity. After all, anyone could become a threat when they ate a Devil Fruit like Eustass Kid's or Akainu's. It caused too many to underestimate the less overtly deadly powers like his own, or Galdino's, or even Straw Hat's.

It was why he felt compelled to speak to the former assassin. One might assume the two had been dealt bad hands by fate, being given their particular powers, but clearly, it had been destiny for such unassuming fruit to be eaten by those who could actually make the most of them. Mr. 3 rattling off the uses he found for his wax abilities was proof of that, and Hawkins found himself more and more intrigued.

"Too many fall into the trap of presuming that our powers decide our fates. They are weapons one must know how to wield properly." And while it seems you did fall into a similar trap with the Straw Hat, I would expect it's " Nodding in acceptance of the invitation to join him for tea, Hawkins followed the wax sculptor. "As for your downfall at the hands of Straw Hat...it seems even we are not immune to falling into the same trap as our enemies. But do not be ashamed at being unable to predict him - even my cards have...trouble with that one."

Pulling out said cards, he began shuffling them mindlessly as he walked. "To answer your question, my cards tell me the future, but not in as straightforward a manner as one might assume. Tarot is often open to interpretation, so my cards rarely give me a definitive future. Rather, they give me the most probable outcomes, and I make my decision based on that. If they say a battle has a 90% chance of not turning out in my favor, why should I bother putting myself at risk for the sake of honor or pride? That sort of foolishness has led to many a pirate's downfall." It was a thing so many did not understand. They believed he was a slave to the cards. That he did whatever they said and never thought for himself. No, the cards were his guide. It was no different from a navigator reading the stars and the weather and charting the best course.

And his cards had told him that meeting with Mr. 3 would give him a better chance at succeeding at his goals. Or at least would be the better option to remove a few pesky ingrates that the cards deemed would be disastrous to his plans if he went after them himself.

The things he did to appease the woman who would make him a god...

"You may ask me what you like about my powers, as I have many more about yours. And if those answers are to my liking, I may have a business proposition for you. One my cards say has an 85% chance of success in your hands."

#waxgentleman #Counting Cards (Canon Threads) #Two of Pentacles (Galdino) #(congratulations Galdino you not only got him socializing but earned yourself a card tag of your own)

[starcrossedyanderes]

Christmas Shopping

I know it’s been a while.. but here’s a bit of a Christmas special! I’m kinda busy with a whole lot of baking, so I just decided to release this early!

Xavier

He couldn’t believe he was out in public, wearing simply a black hoodie and sunglasses. And the hoodie up, nonetheless!

Xavier shudders at the notion but the fact is, his current attire isn’t very.. princely.

But he supposes love makes a person do crazy things.

And Xavier was far past that point.

If you ever doubt his love for you, his darling, just know he went incognito in public for you.

The occasion? Christmas shopping.

Now he obviously bought you loads of gifts but he wanted to get you something.. more personal. Something he had to go shopping for himself.

That’s what lead him to the Kate Spade store.

Today he was going to buy you your first designer bag.

This was something he wouldn’t trust any servants with. He wanted your first bag to be special. Perfect. And he had just the one in mind.

He wanted your present to be somewhat Christmassy and he believed in his spies reports on your internet searches (yes he knows everything you look up) in the past you were looking at some Kate Spade knockoffs.

So he quickly grabbed the items and walked up to the counter.

“Hello, sir, is that all for you today?”

He resigned himself to a simple nod.

“Alrighty, your total would be..”

He quickly pulled out his Centurion Amex to simply get the ordeal over with.

“Oh.. alrighty then. If I could get your signature?”

He did so in silence as well. The woman turned the screen around only to gasp at the name.

But by then he was basically out of the store.

But all the effort was worth it to see your face light up.

He got you the polar bear Kate spade bag, with matching wallet.

Avery

Avery is actually fond of Christmas since it means he can pull out the cardigans and what not. But the thing is he almost exclusively shopped online. Since he doesn’t feel comfortable going out really.

But with you guys now sharing a residence you might open up the delivery and ruin the surprise!

So he has to do something he despises. Interacting with humans. (That aren’t you, of course.)

He went into a Target for you. That’s a lot for Avery.

Now something I tend to forget about Avery is the fact that he is a major gamer. And he likes to play games with you so he wanted to get you a gift for your shared interests!

He got you a giant korok plush! (For those unaware it’s a Legend of Zelda thing)

He also might have crocheted you a lil something..

Rygel

He doesn’t really do Christmas, surprise surprise. Honestly it’s a legitmate surprise he got you anything. But his ‘Mom’ happens to be obsessed with Pinterest so made him get you something.

They just don’t have Christmas where he’s from. They don’t really do holidays in general.

For one you will definitely get a cookie box from Rygel’s ‘mom’. Like, a real nice one. (She totally didn’t just pay someone to make the whole thing.)

Rygel gets you two things. Exactly what you wanted to the exact detail. In fact something you may not have been really aware you wanted. (Don’t question his psychic abilities). His ‘mom’ also insisted on a more personal gift so he got you a star chart of the exact you 2 met. This includes the stars your planet doesn’t even know about.

Emmett

Emmett gives you his presence. He is a ghost after all. He can manipulate the air enough and play the piano and sing for you though.

#starcrossedyanderes #yandere #romance #original character #yandere romance #yandere male #xavier devorsky #yandere prince #xavier #yandere oc #avery #rygel #beauty and the birds #emperor rygel #fluff #emmett clementine #christmas

[vermillioncrown]

do you know who else likes horoscopes and astrology? teenage girls. it’s my very strong held belief that the girls on shinchan’s class adore him. maybe in the first week the girls sat in front if him were gossiping with each other about boys, and one of them was complaining and the other scoffs “god, i bet he’s a libra” and shinchan snorts. thus quickly making it know to the entire freshman grade girls that shinchan is without a doubt the expert on the subject. they be making star charts and calculating couple odds, planning perfect days for outings etc etc. the girl next class who plays tarot and shinchan have a Reputation, they’re revered guides and advisers. one bad word out of shinchan’s mouth will tank any boy’s chance at getting dates (not only bc of the horoscope thing but bc actually shinchan is a very sweet weirdo who has a strong moral code). between shinchan’s army of devoted girls and his biceps, and later on takao, the boys of his class maintain a very health respect for him. and that’s wo even considering his basketball mythos.

i like the vibes of most of this, but i think there's more of a western, irreverent treatment of horoscopes + superstition going on in your depiction anon.

bc i'm diaspora chinese, i can't speak for japanese culture. but it's been kinda agreed amongst a lot of my asian friends (huge demographic where i grew up) that we're all culturally superstitious.

it wouldn't be a "ugh i bet he's a libra" type remark. the girls would be worried, full discussion "idk if B-kun is compatible... he's been blah blah blah..." and her friend might pull up the latest magazine and say "what was he, again? libra? we should consult. get his blood type, too?"

and our weirdo shin-chan wouldn't be able to help but "hmph. a libra with AB-blood type is highly untrustworthy. this will not end well for you" (it's also a thing to ascribe blood typing with personality typing, too)

first girl starts whimpering and is about to burst into tears, the other girls glare at shin-chan for being so tactless

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but it plays out as he says. turns out, 'B-kun' was double-dipping girls from different schools.

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the reputation evolves. if you can brave the cold tsun-tsun front that is shintaro midorima's everything (having takao around to shit on him helps), catch him on a good day, he will be willing to disseminate your horoscope concerns. but this is a guy who is not direct when it comes to helping people, believes in people needing to do their best to get the best payout (so if it feels like people are using him as lazy google rather than as a genuine in-depth resource he's not helping).

he shares an unspoken mutual respect with tarot-chan in the next class over.

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eh he might see the type of things that the girls are devoted to (re: dating and love) as a bit frivolous, but he'll acknowledge the ones that are putting their full effort into success. there's understanding that develops.

he's like the class pet lmao.

after seeing him go through death without his lucky items and takao's very real fear that the shin-chan event horizon could also threaten his life, there is a very healthy respect for everything shintaro midorima. leave him to his own happenings. he's the class cryptid. the teachers might scold him but his classmates just deal with it. the boys start jokingly (but not really,, but what if...?) asking for shin-chan's blessings on things

"i am not a priest nanodayo" >:(

they have to rearrange the class display for the school festival because shin-chan got bad vibes lol

oh yeah, the boys are more secretive about it but they also ask for his consultations on dating compatibility - this one is even funnier bc takao basically sharks them for a consultations. and uses the money to buy the two of them snacks

#inquiry #Anonymous #on bil #i want to say he's like a beloved weirdo in his class and school #a Character #everyone knows of him #i honestly cannot wait to be done with touou and write more shin-chan encounters #si!kagami and shin-chan get along and it's a weird duo #it helps that shin-chan has never been the same type of casually cruel that the other GoM members were #are*

[elthadriel]

writer ask meme: 13 + 29?

Hey!

13. How much planning do you do before writing?

It really depends on the length of the fic but I always do some. For shorter fics it's often bullet points of the beats I want to hit and the longer the fic the more in depth those will get. With very long stuff, <20k, the planning process is a whole thing. I make tables and charts breaking down thematic plot lines and how they relate to each other vs the driving plot.

I don't have a good one to share just now, but once I finish my big bang I might share the outline for it.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

Have the opening 800 words from the Fox/Thorn fic that I started almost two years ago and just never seem to have the time to crawl back to.

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Thorn comm’d Fox about two minutes form his office, which was enough time for Fox to send a reply that Thorn would ignore, Fox to realise he was being ignored, send a second, ruder message that Thorn would also ignore, and finally resign himself to his fate.

The office wasn’t locked when Thorn arrived, and he let himself in.

“I brought you a present,” he announced, placing the bottle down on Fox’s desk, finding space between a stack of filmsi, two data pads, and five empty cups of caf. At least some of the caf looked like it had been sitting for a while and Fox hadn’t downed it all in the last couple of hours.

How much did Fox need to piss?

“You know, when a senior officer comms you, you are expected to read and obey them,” Fox drawled, somehow eyeing the bottle up suspiciously even through his helmet.

“Would you believe me if I said I didn’t understand the message?” Thorn sat in the seat across from Fox, wondering if Fox would be genuinely annoyed if he put his boots up on Fox’s desk or just pretend to be.

“You’re right, this is my fault. I forget you were trained by Alpha-31. I’ll use smaller words next time. Is asshole still too long for you?” Fox hadn't put his work down, but he had lent back in his chair and Thorn could hear the smile in his voice even if it was hidden by his helmet.

“I don’t know, Sir, maybe if you attach a picture?”

Fox snorted and Thorn beamed. Success.

“Seriously though, the drink, Fox. I had to pull rank on a whole squad of troopers to get it for you.” All he’s actually said was that Fox might like the last remaining bottle and all competitors had abruptly lost interest; they were a good bunch.

“What is it?” Fox asked, still not reaching for it.

“Not a clue, some fruit based soda. It's very popular on [planet]. The senator’s nephew gave us a crate.”

“Uh huh.”

Thorn sighed, plenty loudly enough for Fox to hear.

Fox glanced back down at his datapad and there was no way Thorn was letting that fly. He popped the seal on his helmet and pulled it off, dumping it onto the ground by. Checking Fox had looked up again he pulled the tie from his hair letting it fall around his shoulders. It probably looked awful, it had been tied up all day and was still half holding that shape.

Fox didn’t move, except a slight lift of his head and Thorn wished he’d waited until Fox had removed his own helmet.

His hair was very much not regulation and if any other CG officer tried it Fox would hold them down to shave it off himself if he had too. Thorn worked his hands through the loose curls, trying to pull his hair back into a half decent shape.

“It’s against the regs for a member of the Guard to remove his helmet while on duty—“

“Not on duty,” Thorn pointed out.

“—Or otherwise representing the Guard including but not limited to wearing other pieces of his armour or in areas under CG jurisdiction.”

Thorn rolled his eyes, a big obvious motion. Fox never mentioned his hair length though.

“Report me if you want, I know the man in charge and he’s a little bitch,” Thorn said and, stars, he could picture exactly how Fox would be smirking at the challenge.

“Need me to come over there and spank you, Commander?”

Thorn’s mouth went a little dry. He wasn’t even into that shit.

“Big talk for a man too scared to drink a soda he hasn’t heard of,” Thorn said and decided Fox would probably only pretend to be annoyed and placed one boot and then the other up onto Fox’s desk.

Fox lent back in his chair, tossing his datapad onto his desk. Thorn tallied that up as his second win.

“Thorn, the last food you brought me gave the worst shits of my life, the time before that was, according to Prayers, literally poisonous,” Fox pointed out.

“I had both just fine,” Thorn said, “It’s not my fault your delicate constitution can’t handle anything with more flavour than a purple ration bar.”

“You know that excuse won’t hold up when your dragged in front of a tribunal for murdering a superior.”

“There’s just so few chances to advance my career, sir.”

Fox snorted and rolled his shoulders in a way that suggested he’d been sitting still for far too long.

“How was I supposed to know it would make you sick? They told me it was a delicacy.” Thorn had certainly enjoyed it.

“To [aliens], sure. To humans it’s a chance to explain to your medic that trusting you doesn’t require brain damage and regular stupidity will do the job just fine.”

#ask meme

[dreamerswriter]

The Spy

Kim Possible is up next! I wasn’t sure how I was going to write Kim and find the music, but I figured it out! Yanfei! They are both hard-working ladies who also fight to their own beat. Also, this is the first time I’m watching Kim’s show as well! It is pretty great!

Her show is a bit slow in the first season, but season two is a lot better! I cannot wait to watch the rest of this series too! I also can’t believe her universe is in the same one as Lilo’s. 

Yanfei’s trailer music! 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wAf-8rpH2FE&list=PLWdDvGuDwBGu4YO9Ors_ahb6r13YEuxar&index=10

Links to the other heroes and heroines trailers. 

(Kim’s POV + third’s POV)

           To be honest, after college, I assumed my life would be a bit more peaceful. Turns out, life has other plans for me. Not that I mind, but I do question it. But then again, sometimes life throws an interest turn of events to you. I work for Whoop International Corporation.

The scene shows a young lady in a business suit commanding meetings and chatting with other office workers, one of them is Monique who is head of the design team, the other is Wade who oversees the communications department, and of course, her best friend, Ron, who is in charge of the marketing team.

I have wonderful friends and a loving family who support me through anything, and I mean anything.

Shows her and Ron wearing their casual clothes, a simple green tang top and blue jeans for Kim. Ron has a red shirt and black pants as they both were heading to Nosh Olé Café to share their usual meals together. Monique is wearing a red dress as she and Kim are at Cinnamon Chai’s Tea and Cake shop, having some tea together. Then, it cuts back to her apartment where she has a picture frame of her as a teenager with her two little brothers and her parents.  

Thanks to this new power of mine, I was also able to make some new friends.

Shows herself being welcomed into the flat by three people who she was not expecting to make friends with. Two of them are overly excited while one is relatively calm about the situation. She is grateful for that.

Danny seems to be the most sensible among the group and often helps me schedule events and times. Star is too energetic for my tastes, but she is rather knowledgeable about legends and history. It is interesting to hear about something I never knew. Of course, Randy is a bit of a handful, but he means well. Actually, he’s a lot of fun to hang out with when it comes to dancing.

Danny and she are holding the book as they have papers scattered around themselves. Then, she is standing at a board and making a chart as Danny is holding the book and making suggestions to her. Star excitedly hugs Kim and then pulls her to another room to shove a bunch of books into her hands as she explains the history behind their city and other myths. The scene changes again to show her and Randy at a dance club. Randy is loudly enjoying the music until he starts dancing. Kim is impressed and joins him as they both share a laugh and dance together, exciting the crowd together.

But my life is much more than this now. I thought I would be running a simple company in the Americas. Now, I get a reason to use my kung fu and cheerleading moves! That’s right everyone, I am the Spy!

It is not late at night as Kim is in her hero form. She is running along the roof of a few buildings. She has her orange hair tied in a braid as a pair of goggles cover her eyes. She has a black tang top and tough, cargo, dark green jeans. She has black sneakers that can help her grind on rails. She has her belt around her waist and a pair of black gloves on as she is running from the robots chasing her.

And no one can stop me for getting what I want and doing what I need to do. So, don’t even try me!

She then stomps her foot on the ground to have it throw herself into the air! She lets out a holler as the robots look up at her. She waved her hands to make the earth break apart and smash into the robots. She lands on the broken robots and runs as a few more are coming after her. She takes a running start, jumps, and draws her grapple gun and uses it to hock onto an antenna and swing herself away from the robots. She lets out a happy cheer and let’s go of the grapple gun to front flip and land in the park. The robots are after her as she jumps to avoid a few that crash into her.

Yep, you can come at me with everything you have, but you won’t be able to stop me!

She waves her hand to make the earth rise and knock down the robots coming towards her. She jumps up, kicks back, and flip with the earth flowing her commands until there is nothing, but broken robot parts scattered around herself. She holds her head high, adjusted her gloves, and walked out of the park as she transformed back to herself.

Because I am Kim Possible! So, if you do need my help, don’t hesitate to call or beep me!

#Kim Possible #randy cunnigham #Danny Fenton #star butterfly #ron stoppable #wade #monique

[thestylesindependent]

Harry Styles is developing into “one of the most accomplished artists of his era”, according to Wembley Stadium’s James Taylor.

Taylor is senior commercial manager at Wembley Stadium, and has spoken to Music Week about the singer’s upcoming shows at the London venue on June 18 and 19.

Yesterday (March 23) Styles announced the release of his third solo album, Harry’s House, which is due on May 20 via Columbia Records. Now, fans have a sure sign that Styles could air new material at his upcoming Coachella headline shows in April.

Styles was originally due to tour his second album, Fine Line, in the UK & Ireland in April 2020, only for the dates to be pushed back a year before being postponed indefinitely due to the coronavirus pandemic. The rescheduled dates in Glasgow, Manchester, London and Dublin were upgraded from arenas to stadiums. He won Tour Of The Year at the recent Pollstar Awards.

Fine Line peaked at No.2 in the UK albums chart and has sold 569,921 copies since its release in December 2019, according to the Official Charts Company. In that time, it has become a mainstay in the UK charts. Its biggest-selling track is Watermelon Sugar (1,745,260 sales), while Adore You has 1,262,931 sales and Falling has 1,036,258. Sign Of The Times, from the star’s debut album, is his other million-seller in the UK, with 1,288,868 sales.

As anticipation builds ahead of Styles’ return to the UK & Ireland, Taylor told Music Week that booking the two dates made for a record-breaking year at Wembley

“We have had Harry headline before as part of One Direction, but what an amazing achievement to come back off the back of such astronomic solo success,” said Taylor. “Ticket sales were very strong and the second show being added actually made 2022 a record year for Wembley Stadium. We will host 15 nights this year, which is a new Wembley record for concerts. It’s a great way to welcome fans back to Wembley after a two season absence due to Covid.”

As the venue prepares to welcome Styles to its stage once more, Taylor talks us through what to expect…

How was the booking process to get these dates in? And why is Wembley Stadium the right place for Harry's show?

“When you get to the scale that Harry has now reached, his management felt that Wembley Stadium was the logical next step for his career and we had no hesitation that the shows would do well. We were in a position to lock in the dates he announced and we pulled together a plan in partnership with his team. Harry was the biggest ticket seller worldwide in 2021 and that provided the basis to launch a stadium tour.”

What can we expect? Have you had any inklings of how it'll look and feel inside the stadium?

“Given there are now two sell-out shows I think we can expect an amazing atmosphere as we bounce back from two dry years of stadium concerts. You know a concert is popular and going to sell well by the amount of house list requests we get, and that was certainly the case both before the on-sale and soon after when the shows sold out quickly.”

How do you think the songs will go down? Fine Line has grown and grown since it came out…

“I’m sure the songs will go down well. Harry has a very devoted fanbase, and as we see with the likes of BTS, a devoted fanbase can create an unbelievable atmosphere in the bowl.”

Lastly, what do you think we will learn about Harry, his artistry and his abilities as a live performer from these gigs?

“Harry is fast developing into one of the most accomplished artists of his era and I think these solo shows at Wembley will cement that position. I believe he will likely go on to do several stadium tours in his career and we would very much welcome him back...”

Via Music Week

#Harry styles #music week #march 2022