#I am once again on my please read/listen to the books rant

[vimbry]

#can you tell I'm rereading the 3rd book haha #I am once again on my please read/listen to the books rant #as soon spring hits it's like You Have To Think About Snufkin Again. I kinda miss when my tumblr experience was a quote every other post #horrid child. lovely child. #moomin #snufkin

[thefandomthings]

I'm so sorry I forgot to specify which section last time I just realized 😭 Can I pretty please have fluff 39 with Barbatos from Obey Me? 🫂

Soothing

Fluff prompt #39: "Should I stop talking?" "Don't. Your voice is very soothing."

Pairing: Barbatos x Gn!reader

Warnings: Floof, cussing

Notes: Hey there Nony! You're good, I know what you meant! I would like to apologize in advance I've never gotten into his character, I don't know much about him but I will try my best. I don't like this piece, I feel like I did a terrible job at writing him. Please give me some fed back on it 😭

Barbatos is a busy demon, constantly doing his duties as the royal butler and taking care of the prince. But he always make sure he has time for you. He let's you spend time with him while he does chores around the castle, or is making tea for himself and the prince; as long as you don't interrupt him or distract him.

You cherish the time you get to yourselves. Sitting in your shared quarters sipping tea and reading in the comforting silence of one another. Other times, Barbatos likes watching you tell him about the books you are reading, or what you did that day while you were out with the brothers while on a nightly walk.

He isn't much of a talker, simply preferring to keep quiet and let you do the talking for him. His favorite it when you get deep into what you're talking about. He'll give occasional noises or throw in a few questions to let you know he is listening.

"-And then it ends on a cliffhanger! Of all things, it pissed me off honestly. They went through all that and the author ended it in such a terrible way-" You were practically seething as you walk next to him, Barbatos is giving you a small smile. Watching you ramble on and on was his favorite part of the day if he was being honest.

"Oh, I am sorry to hear that my dear. Do you know when the next book will be out?" Barb asks softly, his turquoise-green eyes watching you intensely, his left hand squeezing yours softly.

(A few months after he asked you this, the book will somehow end up on your bed, signed by the author with a rose next to it. Sneaky bastard.)

You shake your head, slouching your posture grumbling about your book once again.

"No, and if it is the author won't say it..." You respond, lolling your head to rest on his shoulder.

"I've honestly discovered I don't like this author as much as I used to. Her work isn't as thrilling as her older stuff-Which is fine, I don't mind but it just doesn't give the same thrilling feel."

You then realize you have been dragging this conversation on for at least 10 minutes. Your face slowly gets enveloped by a deep blush. You look up at your boyfriend, who is smiling as usual, but it's more genuine and full of care.

"Should I stop talking?" You whisper, looking at him curiously as he stops walking. The moon illuminates your face, defining every beautiful feature on you.

Barbatos simply shakes his head, grabbing your chin between his gloved forefinger and thumb. His eyes gazing into yours lovingly.

"Don't. Your voice is very soothing." He gives your forehead a soft kiss, his lips lingering before he pulls away. He moves a strand of hair away from your eyes before he starts walking with you once again.

Your face is on fire, a bright smile gracing your lips. You clear your throat and continue on your rant. Barbatos can't help but chuckle to himself, thanking whomever brought you to him.

#obey me #obey me barbatos #barbatos x reader #barbatos x mc #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x reader #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me belphie #obey me beelzebub #obey me brothers x reader #thefandomthings

[lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom]

Hello there! 👋🏽 If you don’t mind, I was wondering if I could make a request with Tech? With maybe a bookworm reader if that’s okay? I feel like it would be a cute dynamic! Thank you and have a good day! 🙏🙌

Bookworm

Tech x Reader

Summary- You and Tech have a moment alone on The Marauder. What better way to spend it than reading! Accompanied by Tech on his datapad, of course.

A/N- It's totally okay!!! I figured the best format for this kind of request was bullet point- but I am not very good at those. So, i compromised with this! Hope you enjoy, thanks for requesting!

Word Count- 990

Hunter, Omega, Wrecker, and Echo had all left the ship to go look for some dinner. A job you all completed recently left you with some spending money. You figured everyone deserved a real meal for once.

It left you and Tech alone in The Marauder. You could have easily went to hang out at Cid's bar, but you couldn't stand to be around her. You hated the way she poked fun at Tech's goggles.

Only you were allowed to call him 'goggles.'

The thought only temporarily distracted you from your book. You quickly resumed reading, only to realize you had to restart the whole page. This time actually process what you're reading! You thought to yourself.

Grumbling, you squeezed your eyes shut and straightened up in your seat. You happened to take a spot in the co-pilots chair. Tech always sat in the pilots.

"Something the matter?" Tech asks, not looking up from his datapad.

It was sweet, that he noticed your small movements. "Just trying to focus, I lost my place." You finally found a comfortable position, situating your book back in your hands.

"It can help to fidget with one hand, to increase your chances of focus." He informed, per usual.

You smiled up at him, he glanced up from the pad when he felt your gaze on him. He flashed a very brief smile- more of a grin, it was all you needed though.

You listened to him rant about his findings on 'focus' for a few minutes, knowing anyone else would have shut him up by now. Him talking never bored you or made you uncomfortable, despite many others complaining.

"Thank you, Tech." You simply said, returning to your book. He seemed pleased enough and went back to tinkering on his datapad.

A newfound silence came over, you read your book in peace. The story of the thieves with powers fighting the government amused you. What amused you more was the fact you had personally been on more dangerous missions, yet the book still captured you.

It was nice to imagine yourself in their place, even when you wouldn't change what you have for the word.

You'd go on a million death defying missions if it meant you were with Tech.

While you typically could put down over 50 pages in an hour, Tech interrupted you again. Not with any other intentions than to please you.

"Yes?" You responded after he called your name.

He reached in a compartment to the left of the console. A place Tech used to store his latest experiments.

He pulled out a neatly wrapped gift. It had swirls of color on the paper that wrapped it. He said nothing, just handed the rectangular item to you.

"For me?"

"That would be correct."

You tried to fight the corners of your mouth rising, but it was no use. Tech watched you violently, showing little expression.

You gently took the paper off, not wanting to make a mess of his careful work.

You slowly revealed it to be a new book, the fourth book in the series to the one you were just reading.

"Tech, I- I thought it was a limited edition! There was only a hundred made across the galaxy!" You looked in his deep brown eyes.

"Yes, it is." He confirmed.

"H-how did you get it!" You were baffled, the thought he put into your gift- and for no special occasion.

"It was not difficult. I was able to track all the shipping numbers to their respective planets, and when we had a mission on one- I located the book through its buyers." He said, nonchalantly. Like he didn't easily buy one of the most rare books you knew of.

"Why? Did I miss an anniversary?" You were slightly confused on why he gave you the gift. You hoped you weren't supposed to also have a gift prepared.

"Uh, no. You mentioned exactly 129 rotations ago that you wanted the book. I saw no problem in getting it." He remembered...

You were moved to small tears, now flowing down your cheeks.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes, Tech. Of course I am." You rose to your feet, throwing yourself on him in a big hug. He hugged you back. While he didn't completely understand your acclimation to physical affection- he didn't mind you doing as you pleased to him.

He gently patted your back, and you pulled away. "Thank you, i'm going to have to finish this book quickly now. I can't wait to read it..."

"You are welcome." He responded, you let him be and lifted yourself off of him. He grabbed his datapad and clicked away.

What you didn't know was that sometimes Tech would watch you read. In times like these, when you found yourself sitting or laying next to each other. You reading, him on his datapad.

He would study your face, taking in every expression. He would think about what you were reading- was it sad, happy, thrilling? Feelings were a trivial matter to him, but he was always thinking of ways to make you happy.

He loved it when you read, sometimes out loud to him. It was soothing to hear your voice when he worked on a project or was fixing a part on The Marauder.

The way you tapped your foot, or bounced your leg when you got to a complex part in a book. Or, when you were both laying down together and accidentally hit Tech in shock at a twist in the story. He loved every bit of it.

You turned back to your original book, now more determined than ever to finish it.

You did, however, catch Tech staring this time. You met his gaze, a wide smirk on your face. You couldn't help but giggle briefly. He gave you an odd look, but went back to his datapad. Just as you went back to your book.

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! Requests are about to be open, just one more to fulfill! As always, I am open to constructive criticism.

Tags- (LMK if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss

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[captainamericasmotercycle]

cherry

i noticed that there’s a piece of you in how i dress

pairing: james potter x reader

warnings: cursing

wc: 1.2k

a/n: i’m back!! also please note that i am not crazy and that i do know my characters! the theodore nott mentioned here is theodore nott sr.!! not theodore nott jr. (the “slytherin boys” theo)

absolutely DO NOT steal my work and post it on other platforms. DO NOT feed my work to AI fuck that.

It was a gorgeous, late, fall morning - one where you surprisingly did not have class. You were lounging in the common room by the fireplace with a novel when someone stormed through the portrait hole.

In came an enraged James Potter dressed in his practice uniform cursing under his breath.

You were quite close with James, just not as close as you’d like to be.

“James, what happened?”

He glares at you, “What happened? Oh, I’ll tell you what happened.”

He storms off to the dorms without telling you anything. You close your book and quickly follow him.

Once in his dorm you sit on his bed and watch as he starts throwing his quidditch gear everywhere.

“Alright, would you like to calm down and tell me what happened?” You ask him as if he’s a small child who had just gotten himself into trouble.

“No.”

He starts to undress and change when he finally talks to you, “We have the most important match against Slytherin tonight and my fucking teams not ready,”

He pulls off his shirt and interlocks his hands behind his head, you can’t help but to stare and drool a little.

“I need to win this match you don’t understand!”

“James, why?”

“Because I hate their fucking captain.”

Ahh. Theodore Nott. James has had it out for Theo ever since 1st year when Theo knocked James off his broom during a match, causing Gryffindor to lose.

“Okay,”

“I have to win and my fucking team won’t fucking listen to me,” you’ve never heard James curse this much. He’s pissed, “I just don’t have time to reteach 6 fucking players the basics of quidditch.”

Sirius timidly opens the door and sees you on the bed and James yelling at you, well more yelling in your general direction, but Sirius didn’t know that.

“Looks like you lot are busy, um, I’m gonna.. go,” Sirius was on the team, contributing to the problem. James rushes over to the door and slams it in his face.

“Don’t come back until you learn to fucking fly.”

“Don’t you think you were a little harsh?”

“No.”

He stalks over to his wardrobe and pulls out 6 quidditch uniforms, tossing them on the bed next to you.

He always wears the match jersey the day of and has a spare of the three uniforms that the team rotates out.

He pulls his favorite red jersey over his head, “Merlin, if the team could even get the uniforms right I’d be fucking shocked,”

“James you need to take a walk, clearly,”

He looks at you and his eyes soften, “Alright, only if you come with me, I can’t trust myself to see anyone from my team alone right now.”

You smile and nod, following him out of the dorms, noting that he left the door ajar.

It takes 3 laps around campus and about a thousand rants to get him to calm down, but you finally manage to do it. Once you make it back to Gryffindor tower the two of you part and he goes to the quidditch pitch (once again) and you stay in the common room.

You look around for the book you began to read this morning but don’t see it anywhere, you try to retrace your steps when it hits you. You’ve left it in James’s dorm room.

He wouldn’t mind you going in there, right? To be fair, it is your book.

You climb the boy dormitory stairs and enter the empty room. Walking over to James’s bed, you look near his night stand and on the bed when you finally see the hard cover of your book peeking out from under a piece of red fabric.

You lift the spare jersey and pick up your book. You set the jersey back down and turn to leave, then an idea hits you.

If you wore his spare jersey tonight, would that be over stepping? No? You two are friends and he does need a little more encouragement tonight, so why not?

You fold the rest of the jerseys up and put them away, taking the spare of the one he has on, back to your dorm.

The rest of the day is spent lounging and snacking. Until an hour before the game, you were sprawled out on your bed with your second book.

Mary walks into your shared dorm and smiles, “Get up! It’s time for the match!”

You turn to look at her and stretch, “I’m coming!” You say through a yawn.

“Good! Lily, Remus, and Peter are already down there, and pray for Marlene and Sirius, I’ve heard James had been an arse today,”

You smile, “Tell me about it,”

“We’ll save you a seat but you better hurry,”Mary giggles and leaves you alone once again.

You layer your clothes for the chilly weather, slipping James’s jersey over your outfit. You all but sprint down to the quidditch pitch to meet your friends.

You find your seat and sit, right in the front row with James’s jersey on full display for everyone to see. You collected quite an amount of wide-eyed stares from the other students.

Why wouldn’t you? Wearing the most sought out guy at Hogwarts’ jersey.

Just moments after you sat, the players started to emerge from their respective preparation rooms.

The game began and James flew right past you, almost flying into the stands.

Were you trying to make him lose? How could you wear his jersey and expect him to focus on the game?

An extravagantly quick-moving bludger snapped him out of his trance of admiration. He had to win this game, especially now since you have his jersey on.

He scored point after point on Slytherin, hardly giving them a minute to catch their breaths. The game ended when his seeker caught the snitch, and James could not get off the pitch faster than he did.

You came down from the stands and waited for him at the entrance of his team’s tent. Though he had just beaten Slytherin, something he’s been talking about for weeks, the thing he was most excited about was you.

He met you outside the tent and smiled as he walked up, “Did you join the team?”

You looked away from him bashfully, there was now barely any room between you two.

He lifted your chin with his finger to look at him. You smiled up and he smiled back, “Merlin, you look gorgeous in my uniform. I could get used to this,”

You grabbed the collar of his jersey and pulled him down to your lips. He pulled away and his smile grew larger, “Merlin, I could get used to that as well!”

He rested his hand on your cheek and pulled you in for another kiss - the kiss turning into a near make-out in front of the player’s tent.

Once you managed to break away, he rested his forehead against yours before giving you a feathered kiss on the top of your head.

He slung an arm over your shoulder as the two of you walked back towards the castle, “Come on, I want to show everyone how good you look in my clothes.”

#james potter #james potter x reader #x reader #marauders era #marauders #marauders x reader #sirius black #quidditch #james potter is perfect #i love james potter #remus lupin

[stanningstanhd]

THIS is The Most Beautiful Bucky Smut scene I have EVER read in my life.

I’ll link it below for you guys, but stop what you are doing right now and read this.

There are fics that deserve more recognition and then there are stories like the one I just read. I wanted to spread the word to everyone about the most amazing, beautiful, raw, stunning, and alluring sex scene of any Bucky Barnes fanfiction I’ve ever read. Putting Nicholas Sparks, that one fic Possessed, to SHAME.

Like, seriously.

Stop what you are doing right now, and listen to this rant I’m about to go on. This is a well deserved rant.

I recently came across this fic called Take It Back by @allandoflimbo . The fic itself is probably the most underrated piece of art I’ve ever come across on here. To the point where after I read it it blew my mind that some cheaters only had a few hundreds likes, no comments, and some chapters not even in the hundreds, because when I tell you this story is BEAUTIFUL. I mean it with all my heart and soul.

You’ve probably get told a lot by other people go read this fic you’ll love it go read that one and you probably save them for later, but this is a story you do not save for later.

I am telling you right now, if you are reading this post, go goddamn read this heart wrenching and beautiful piece of art. DO IT!

Back to my purpose with this post…this story has a love scene in it. A smut scene. Sex scene, or what ever you prefer to call it. It’s in the core part of this book and so beautifully and perfectly placed. Even reading it alone is just…the amount of emotions, conviction, and goosebumps that will unravel over your body is insane. There are smut scenes in fics that make you hot and bothered, and this one does make you feel that way, but it also does something else to you. You break and heal at once. You cry and smile, you whimper and you have to take deep breaths.

I’m going to quote some of it here for you guys so you have a general idea of what I’m talking about.

The moment leading to the kiss.

There’s slow burns, and then there’s tension of unbelievable thickness, paced out so well that Alandoflimbo captures perfectly. You can tell she poured her heart into leading up to the kiss. That when it finally happens, you feel the same exact emotions they both feel when it happens.

First it’s the dialogue.

“You know why.”

Perfect. Three little words and the reader knows what’s going to happen.

It’s so quiet that the only thing you two can hear is the sound of his breathing, your tiny feet walking, and the distant hum of the refrigerator. You see the muscles in his back tense when you get closer to him, the silence in the room becomes unbearably quiet. It was screaming at you both, it was the answer you both needed in your own way. The silent scream was the phrase he had said moments ago that still lingered in the air like a damn siren. Because you loved him.

…

You stretch out your fingers flat against his back, making him sigh. The moonlight peeks in through his large window as your hand drags slowly up his back. His breath hitches audibly at the feel of it. His eyes close together again as his right-hand falls against his leg. He rubs his hand there on his jeans. trying to get rid of the nervous sweat that had gathered on the edge of his palm. He can’t breathe.

There’s more, and so much much more before they kiss. And when they do it’s perfect.

And the smut scene…by god. BY FUCKING GOD.

Ten thousand words that would put Nicholas Sparks to shame. That’s right, ten thousand words.

Like I said, I’m still surprised at how unknown this story is because I’m not exaggerating when I say it is the best BuckyxReader fic out there. Please, please read it. This gem deserves all the attention in the world.

If you’re interested in just the sex scene, it’s in Chapter 17 “Our First Dance”. But I would recommend reading the full thing from the beginning if you can. I believe the author also put out a BuckyxOC Version if that’s more your thing.

This story is beautiful. Magnificent. Bravo @allandoflimbo , bravo.

The link

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[harrysmimi]

Best Boyfriend

Synopsis: One where Harry finds his girl having a break down

More of my work

Harry was going over to see his girlfriend at her flat as he'd returned back in London just last night.

It was a Saturday morning and he has been planning to surprise her with a weekend away. Maybe a little trip to somewhere near or day out in London itself. He picked up breakfast on his way to her flat.

His heart sunk to his stomach the moment he entered her flat with the help of the spare key she gave him last Christmas, it was his present she said so he can come over whenever he pleased. There he found his girl layed on her bed in her studio flat with text books and printed notes every spread over the mattress, the place was a mess, pillows and blankets thrown on the floor to make room for her stuff. She was layed there with her laptop on her tummy watching some cartoon crying her eyes out. By the sounds of the show playing on her computer it seemed it was something funny and not something to cry over.

"Hey, love what's wrong?" He rushed towards her dropping the bag pf breakfast on the coffee table. "Are you watching a sad movie, baby?"

"No, I'm watching Noddy and Friends that's not fucking sad!" She cried. "I'm sorry!"

"What's wrong, my love?" He moved her notes away carefully to make himself room to and proceeded to close her laptop shut to pull her in his arms.

"I can't do this!" She exclaimed, sobbing, "I understand nothing."

"What can you not do baby?" He was confused, "it's okay, do you wanna talk about it?"

"This stupid project. I don't know where to get the information from. My professor thinks just because he's been teaching this subject for thirty years that we know everything. This sucks! I wanna drop out." She on ranting, "but I can't because my mum will be mad. This is so draining."

"Why don't you ask your professor do give you some tips?" He suggested.

"I did, he said I'll get everything online and in the notes. I have no fucking idea where to find a fucking Balance sheet of a random company online."

"Hey, hey it's okay, it's all okay." He assured her, "let's do one thing, you're up for it?"

"What?" She whined, "I don't want to go anywhere. Just lemme be here."

"No, listen to me. I got us breakfast, I'm sure you didn't even had your breakfast yet. Then we're gonna go on a little walk." His hand ran in soothing strokes on her spine. "It's just a project, I'll help you with it." Now that made her loft her head up, he had tried helping her once before but gave up because he did not understood a thing he read. "No, I am gonna help you this time. I promise you. Now come on let's eat."

"I don't want to." She started crying all over again. "I am sorry I'm crying."

"No it's alright lovie." He pressed a kiss on her forehead, "it's alright. Getting out will help clear your mind. I see watching something to do that isn't helping you now. Let's eat and go out, yeah? We can go get your favourite frozen yogurt."

Her fave turned of something of embarrassment when he mentioned of them going out. Her eyes pooled up with tears all over again, her cheeks glistening with the tears.

"I don't get paid till tomorrow!" And there she was sobbing again.

"Who said you've to pay? I'm taking you out on a date, now come on." He urged her, "I'll pick this all up for you." She finally agreed got out of bed to go wash up her face.

It's been little over eight months YN and Harry started seeing each other, and out of three months he was away for filming for Dunkirk and getting his album all finished up. He is sure she is still not quite over her little awkward and shy phase, but he doesn't blame her. She's got a lot going anyway. She's in the last year of college and it's been stressful for her. And living miles and miles away from home wasn't doing anything to help her either, last year she couldn't even go to see her family over her winter break. Harry took it upon himself to be with him.

He's most amazing boyfriend!

It was the best Christmas he's spent in a long, long time though. Though she couldn't buy him presents like he did (and went a little overboard) she made him a few little DIY ones. Like jar of little notes to read when he's feeling: low, anxious or just need a little motivation, a pearl necklace (though he broke it on accident soon after), gave him a free manicure.

She's a keeper, Mitch said seeing the little glass jar at Harry's place.

Meanwhile Harry gathered up her notes spread all over her bed, and took everything out of the little take out boxes onto dishes. Put back her bed together for her even though he knows she's gonna be pissed for doing her work. She needs a break.

"Come on," he grabbed her hand in a gentle hold before she could even say a word and walk to the coffee table where he'd set up their breakfast.

"Thank you!" She cooed noticing he's got all her favourite food. Like he really woke up early and went to the restaurant and waited in line to get the food which she likes. It warmed her heart.

"Of course my love," he leaned in to get his long awaited kiss from her with puckered lips. She finally smiled and leaned in too press a kiss on the full on his lips. "That's my girl!" He grinned peppering her face with more sloppy and wet kisses which made her let out a line of soft giggles.

They went out like he promised her. They got the Frozen yogurt from her favourite place, he even surprised her with an impromptu visit to the London Eye.

Later that day he actually sat down and started on with the project with her. It was a difficult one so they're going to have to spend the sunday in to get it done as it was due on Monday, midnight. Two days seemed enough.

He actually helped her and not be his naughty self and annoy her like her enjoys to some times.

N O T E :

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[aphrodisiac-siren]

hi! i hope you’re doing well :)) this isn’t necessarily a request but i saw that you wrote a hogwarts au for aemond and i’ve been searching far and wide for a hufflepuff!reader and slytherin!aemond dynamic, so if you ever feel inspired to write anything with that, please know that i would read tf out of it! have a great day!! 💕

Heyy! I love me a Slytherin-Hufflepuff couple so I’m superrr excited about this one. I hope I did justice to your request.

Slytherin!Aemond X Hufflepuff!Reader

“And then the potion just exploded like boom, right in his his face and I don’t really see how that’s my fault since all I did was..”

Aemond patiently listened to you rant as you both were sat under the large oak tree in the school’s courtyard. The both of you had a free period and had opted to sit by the tree, you leaning against him as he flipped through your notebook, proofreading your essay on sirens while your bags were carelessly pushed toward your left, his green and white scarf tangled with your yellow and black one that were also tossed alongside your bags.

“And then I-“ you paused, taking a moment to look up at him, observing his brows knitted together as he focused on your essay “are you listening Aemond?”

“And then the smoke turned green, a horrible odour followed after.. yes I am listening Y/N, go on” he assured, still not looking up from the book in his hands.

You pouted slightly, wanting all of his attention. So you waited until he was done reading the whole thing and only once he’d looked up from those pages did you smile, ready to start talking again but Aemond beat you to it.

“There’s a mistake in the historical reference of your essay,” he said in his monotonous voice “Homer stated that the sirens are part bird and not-“

“From what I read, in the greek origins of the sirens, they allowed themselves to be prevailed upon by Hera to compete with the muses” you interrupted, quoting something you’d read in a book only the night before “since they lost, their wings were taken from them and they were tossed into the waters to which their bodies adapted and that’s how they’re part fish-“

“But those are called mermaids. The sirens never replicated their appearance” Aemond argued further “when they tried to lure a ship full of sailers who outsmarted the sirens, they threw themselves into the ocean and drowned. Some say they metamorphosed into rocks”

“So you’re claiming sirens to be extinct? That my essay in flawed?” you raised a brow, taking your book from his hand.

“All I’m saying is, perhaps you should read another book or two” he hummed “just to be sure”

A comfortable silence filled between you both. Aemond didn’t talk much unless it was related to academics.

This had always been the dynamic between you both, him being the quiet one and you, the comparatively louder one. You’d befriended him on your very first time aboard the Hogwarts express. He was sat by himself, fidgeting with the hem of his emerald green sweater, his shoulder-length hair pulled back neatly into a half-up, half-down hairstyle. He had a brown leather eye patch that covered his left eye.

Even at the age of eleven, he wasn’t at all talkative and you being you, sat beside him and sort of adopted him.

He seemed to like to hear you ramble about silly things. And even though you both were disappointed about being sorted into different houses, the both of you still stayed friends, growing closer and closer as the years went by.

You became his best friend, always walking around the hallways together, your shoulders bumping together, though as time went by and he grew his height, it was more like your shoulder bumping against his bicep.

You were the one who used to rush to his defence, regardless of the situation just the same as he used to rush to yours. The only difference? Aemond was a calm and collected person, always keeping his cool even when he was filled with rage to the brim meanwhile you were a short-tempered gremlin, quick to give into your anger and throw a punch. Aemond was usually the one who would have to break up the fights and pry you off of the poor student who had taken a good beating from you.

"Why do you always resort to fighting?" he'd ask you with a chuckle as he would come to walk you back to your common room after your detention.

"I can’t help it" you shrugged "he said something about you that I did not appreciate"

There were times when his older brother Aegon used to interrupt your peaceful moments, like the one you were presently having, to boast about how good he was at quidditch compared to his other teammates or sometimes to simply tease the both of you, stating that you lot would make an adorable couple.

You simply laughed along with him, while Aemond’s ears used to turn red.

"What are you lot doing this year for Christmas eve?" Aemond asked "there’s going to be some exchanging of presents in the Slytherin common room once its midnight"

"Oh we're just having the regular hot chocolate counter with cookies" you shrugged "though I'm sure the older students will sneak off for a smoke"

"Us Slytherins just spike the eggnog" he simply said, not giving you any further details.

"I'm going to sneak out too," you told him and that seemed to immediately regain his attention. You didn’t really smoke so it did catch him off-guard so you quickly clarified what your intent was behind sneaking out "not for a smoke. I was hoping to meet you"

"Oh" he simply said and it was hard for you to read his expression. Aemond was rather good at masking his emotions "past curfew"

"Yes past curfew" you giggled "wouldn’t be called sneaking out if it wasn’t"

"What for?" he asked, the corner of his lip curling up into a sly smile.

"Stop smirking Targaryen" you rolled your eyes, playfully punching his arm, that had him chuckling softly "I got you something for Christmas, but one more shit-eating grin and I will gift it to Aegon"

"Right right" he tried his best to suppress the smile "I got you something too, though I was going to wait until Christmas morning"

It was pretty much a ritual for Aemond and you to exchange gifts every Christmas. Unlike the older students, you both always sent each other presents by post. This year, you decided to stay in Hogwarts since your family were busy moving houses and you found that sort of thing boring and tiring. Since you were staying in school for the holidays, Aemond too had decided to wait back to keep you company.

You'd heard, over the years, many students talking about how they sneaked off at night to exchange gifts, taking walks along the grounds where Filch never patrolled, kissing in the silence of the night. It all sounded so sweet yet thrilling.

You too wanted to experience that, though perhaps expecting a kiss was a far fetch.

You wouldn’t say you had a crush on Aemond just the same way you knew Aemond never held any romantic feelings for you but you had thought about it, how the both of you would look walking around hand in hand, him leaning closer to hear your little rant and then letting out that adorable chuckle of his.

You wouldn’t deny that your friend was rather handsome, even though some of the other students made fun of his eye patch behind his back.

You couldn’t disagree more.

Aemond had lost an eye, but you would have to say it was those few others who were more blinded than him. How could someone look at him and not find him attractive?

"I'll see you at midnight then" Aemond stood up, offering his hand for you to take so that he might help you to your feet as well "meet me near the broom cupboard by the trophy room"

"Alright" you smiled as you slipped your hand into his. Aemond seemed to have forgotten that you were lighter than him in weight and tugged at your arm with such ferociousness, it sent you colliding right into his chest, sending the both of you toppling over and crashing right to the ground again.

Aemond grunted, feeling his arse sting from the impact while you broke out into a fit of giggles.

"It's not funny Y/N" Aemond spoke but you could very clearly hear the smile in his voice.

"I'll see you at midnight" you repeated his own statement "I hope you did not over-do it with your gift again this year"

As thrilling as sneaking out was, it was in equal measure, just as scary. Not only because you feared being caught but because you'd seen enough scary movies to make you paranoid.

When you arrived by the decided broom cupboard, you found yourself to be alone. You gently tapped your foot while you awaited Aemond.

The creaking of the cupboard doors caught you off guard as they slowly swung open and you could swear you had a heart attack. A hand immediately reached out to cover your mouth right as you were about to scream before another reached out and pulled you inside the cupboard.

"Shh, quit swatting my arm you- ouch. Lumos"

Your movement seized the moment the inside of the cupboard lit up, to reveal Aemond looking at you with a rather amused expression.

"If you are done being a gremlin, might we move on to the gift-giving, hm?" he said with a playful grin just as he reached into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulled out a neatly wrapped present.

You too reached beneath your hoodie, retrieving the gift that you had tucked into the waistband of your trousers.

"Merry Christmas Aemond" you smiled as you handed him his gift.

"Merry Christmas Y/N" he returned the smile as he too passed you your gift.

He carefully took apart the wrapping, making sure he didn’t rip it- a habit he'd picked from his mother.

"Woah, where'd you get this" he whisper-yelled excitedly as he admired the book you'd gotten him. Aemond was a lad of many interests but the one thing he was absolutely obsessed with, was dragons. On you visit to Diagon alley, you saw a book on dragonology in the bookstore; it was a signed first copy and even though it was a bit expensive, you didn’t mind spending your allowance on it.

"Open it" you said, just as excited as him.

Aemond did as you instructed, flipping open the cover of the hardbound book to find two tickets to the game of his favourite Quidditch team amidst the pages.

"Y/N how did you get these?" his jaw was hanging open, unable to process all of this "I've been trying to get a hold of these for weeks"

"Oh one of my friend's father is working as security for the venue" you told him with a proud shrug "I asked her if he could manage to get me two tickets. You can take Aegon with you, maybe even a date"

Aemond was smiling from ear to ear, a rare yet adorable occurrence.

"Your turn now" he cleared his throat, pointing to the unwrapped gift in your hands "go on"

You slowly opened your gift, unlike Aemond, you didn’t care if the wrapping ripped a little but you still tried to be careful since the wrapper was a pretty one.

Once the paper was completely off, you were left with a beautiful velvet box in your hand.

"Is there a ring in here, you gonna propose?" you joked with a devilish grin that had Aemond roll his eye.

You gently opened the lid to reveal a beautiful necklace with a dainty topaz pendant. The chain was of a thin band of silver, intertwining with a thin band of the darkest emerald green.

Aemond came from a very rich family and each year he used to bring you rather expensive gifts that you were rather hesitant to accept. This year however, he went way overboard with this expensive piece of jewellery.

"Aemond I can’t accept this" your voice came out as barely a whisper as you eyes the yellow gemstone "this must’ve cost you a fortune"

"Oh hush" he blew a raspberry "I saw it and it reminded me of us. The green in the chain is me, slytherin and the topaz stone is the colour of your house. Open it"

"Huh?"

"It's a locket," he told you as he pointed at the necklace "the gemstone is fused with a small locket"

You careful took the pendant in you hand and turned it to find a thin line running across the sides, indicating that it was indeed a locket. Carefully, you pried it open and the moment you did, it projected a small yet hazy image that began to move.

It was you and Aemond as children. You were on the Hogwarts express, laughing as you both tried Bertie Bott's every flavoured beans.

The image changed.

It was you and him in your third year, hugging him after you both had returned from Christmas break.

The image changed again and again, showing you many glimpses of a few happy moments you'd shared with Aemond.

"These are some of my favourite memories of us" he sheepishly said, looking down at you eagerly to see how you would react "it was a little difficult for me to charm the locket to do it, my uncle Daemon helped me"

"This is so sweet" you threw your arms around him to pull him in for a hug and Aemond instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you closer.

"Need me to help you put it on?" he asked while still being in your embrace.

"mhm I-"

"Oi, who's out here?"

The both of you immediately pulled away, eyes wide as you heard Filch's voice boom across the hallways. Aemond held a finger to his lips, to tell you to remain quiet.

"Nox" he softly whispered and immediately, the cupboard was dark once again.

You both could hear the footsteps getting louder and louder and you held your breath as if that would help. The doors of the cupboard slowly began to move but before Filch could fully open them, Aemond raised his wand and mumbled a spell under his breath.

"Rictumsepra"

Filch immediately stumbled backwards, clutching his stomach as he burst into laughter. He sunk to the floor, rolling as he cackled helplessly.

Aemond caught you by the wrist, dragging you outside the the cupboard as he dashed down the hallway, you following after him. He kept running and running until the both of you had reached the changing rooms near the quidditch pitch.

You were out of breath by the time you'd stopped, leaning against the wall as you panted, Aemond doing the same.

"He doesn’t come this way" he managed to form a sentence "Aegon mentioned it a few times"

You simply nodded, still a bit tired from all that running. Eventually, once you had somewhat caught your breath, you burst into a fit of giggles, Aemond laughing along with you.

"That was fun" you said in between your giggles.

"Yea it wa-" Aemond paused as something else caught his attention. He began to once again chuckle uncontrollably, pointing his finger upward as he looked down at his feet to avoid you seeing the blush rise to his cheeks.

You looked to where he was pointing and immediately looked away, smiling sheepishly.

"Mistletoe" you mumbled.

"Mistletoe" he repeated.

Aemond finally looked up to meet your gaze, drawing a sharp breath.

"Well?" he asked gingerly, awaiting your response.

"Well tradition is tradition" you shrugged, hoping that he couldn’t hear your heart that was beating ferociously in your chest. You took a step closer, him doing the same. His large hand came up to cup the side of your face before he leaned down.

You eyes fluttered shut right before you felt his soft lips against yours.

You expected him to leave you with a simple peck but he tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss. You instinctively hummed into the kiss, gently fisting his warm sweater, pulling him even closer.

It was like fireworks going off inside you. The way his lips moulded against yours, the way his fingers tangled in your hair, the soft whimpers escaping his lips, it was all driving you insane.

You were kissing Aemond Targaryen.

If the both of you weren’t already out of breath from all that running, you would be snogging for a little while longer but you had to break the kiss to catch your breaths.

Aemond rested his forehead against yours, his hand still cupping your face.

"Would've kissed you even without the obligation of tradition" Aemond breathed out, his lips brushing against yours "been wanting to kiss you for a while now"

You only smiled, still taking your time to process all of it.

"You said that I could perhaps take a date with me to that quidditch game" he gave you a boyish grin, playfully bumping his nose with yours "can I maybe take you out?"

You pocketed the box with the necklace and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in for another kiss.

"I'll take that as a yes?" he asked with a chuckle as his lips moved expertly against yours.

"Yes" you confirmed with a hum into the kiss.

#aemond targaryen #aemond smut #ewan mitchell #ewan nation #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #hotd aemond #aemond x y/n #aemond x reader #harry potter #slytherin #hogwarts #slytherin aemond #hufflepuff reader

[thekissofaphrodite]

HIII ^—^ !! good morning/afternoon/evening to you I hope you're doing alright and well today! So I came across your Luke Castellan FF and... 👀 IT WAS SO GOOD! and it got me thinking maybe you could do a Nico Di Angelo fic? wherein theres a lot of fluff & angst-comfort (maybe some kissing on the side), I would really appreciate it if you did!

That's all and Have a great day &new year !! 🎆

- 🍵

OMGOMG I LOVE THIS!!

Midnight Rain

Nico Di Angelo X Male!Solace!Reader

Summary: Comforting Nico after his terrible Flashbacks..

Warnings: Kissing, Death, and cursing :P (Remind me if I missed one!)

Author's Note: I haven't read the books!! so please forgive me if I made a mistake!!

He remembered it perfectly.

He doesn't know why or how, Maybe the Gods wanted to punish him, But he hasn't done anything wrong.

It was a rainy night in Italy, His older sister, Bianca, was with their father, Hades, Currently ranting about a porcelain doll she saw on a window shop they passed earlier, His dad smiled and just listened to his sister, His mother, Maria was in the vanity, Fixing her beautiful black hair that was already sprayed with hair products. Then, there was a loud thunderstorm, It made Bianca flinch, which caused her to scream in fear and hug her dad.

Maria just chuckled and peaked at the Father and Daughter.

"I'm thanking the Fates that thunder and lightning never became your domains, or else," joked his mother, Her thick Italian accent echoing. His sister, Bianca, then frowned jokingly, She seemed offended, and Bianca huffed and wrapped her arms around her father's neck.

It all then happened so fast, a happy family once...Broken by a tragedy.

Hades saw it first, in a distance, someone holding a thunderbolt aiming at them..His family.

Hades tried, he really did. He grabbed Bianca and Nico, shielding them from the upcoming blow, but then, from the corner of his eyes, he saw maria, Until it was too late.

A powerful thunderbolt was shot in the hotel they were staying, a loud explosion making them all cry, Biana and Nico held onto their father for dear life, until there was a loud thud.

A body dropping.

As if tho the Fates chose for him to live miserably, He saw a pool of blood near the broken pillars, and sure enough, there was maria, Ever so beautiful, She was dead, But her beautiful face said otherwise, It all seems like she was sleeping peacefully, then Hades screaming, Horrified —

Nico shot up from his nightmare, Sweat trickling down his neck as he panted. You felt a body jolting beside you, and there was nico, panting heavily.

You got up and rubbed your eyes, checking the clock.

2:45 am

Nico looked at you with his eyes softening, but his expression still horrified.

"What's wrong?" You asked, Your palms caressing his pale cheeks.

"Nothing" His raspy voice replied.

But you knew something was wrong.

Being the son of Apollo, You were blessed with healing, but you sucked at archery.

Immediately sensing a nightmare, you kissed him, your soft lips touching his chapped, cold one's.

You can taste the saltiness of his tears running down his cheeks, but you couldn't care less.

After pulling away, he laid his head on your chest, The peaceful silence engulfing you two.

Then he spoke, as he started sobbing again.

"I can't unsee it— I swear, It kept replaying over and over again, I can see my mom's dead body—" Nico sobbed, His sobs muffled by your yellow shirt.

"Let it hurt, nico. Then let it go" You whispered as he sobbed harder.

"I can't accept that they're gone, Forever" He said as his dark eyes looked up at yours.

"I spent my nights wondering if they're missing me as much as I'm them"

"They're proud of you nico, Every single thing that you've done was for their honour and glory" Those words made him smile a little bit, Your heart softened, As he kissed you again.

As nico dozed off, you caresses his pale cheeks, once stained with tears coming from his painful eyes.

"I love you, I love you until the very last star in the sky burns into oblivion"

A/N: THIS WAS REQUESTED!! HOW DID I DO?? I REALLY WANNA BRING UP THAT ANGST HEHEHE

#nico di angelo #solangelo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #sun and stars

[yaesnovels]

Hello! Not sure if I am doing this correctly but I'd like to request a fluff of the Genshin men (specifically Zhonglo, Xiao, Ayato, and Al-Haitham, and Diluc) comforting s/o who got harrassed at work.

I received a very disgusting and creepy comment bordering sexual harrassment but was told it was not a big deal amd have been very stressed and sick. I just want a big hug from my Genshin husbands and ignore that the world exists for a bit. 🥲

– calm & comfortable

a/n: hey anon! i'm sorry u went through this :( please know that it is definitely a big deal if it made you feel this way, and i hope this made you feel a little better <3

– xiao ! 

absolutely unsure how to help you, when you tell him about your bad day at work after you called for him. no matter if you tell him details or not, he just sits silently next to you, subconsciously and gently pulling you in closer, head on his lap, brushing through your hair with his fingers as he listens to your soft, slow breaths when you slowly drift off to sleep, comfortable with your lover’s sweet, comforting touches. 

– zhongli ! 

being the one who comes home way earlier home than you from work, he made his mission to spoil you after your long days at work, cooking, running you a bath. but once you tell him about the guy at work making you absolutely uncomfortable, he makes it his mission to spoil you much more than usual; bringing you a tablet with your dinner to bed right before he goes ahead and runs you your bath with those sweet smelling scents and this time, for a change, he joins you, sitting behind you as he softly comforts you from this horrible day. 

– ayato ! 

he wasn’t someone who was going to let his beautiful girlfriend feel bad because of someone from his own commission. so the moment he makes you finally cave and tell him you felt disgusted by comments coming from someone who works for him, he was absolutely angry. 

how could you hide something like that from him? but once he calmed down and realized he shouldn’t put out his anger on you but the prick from his commission. he makes sure that the man is no longer employed while he has you in his arms, hugging you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. 

– alhaitham !

alhaitham never was the type to comfort anyone close to him – he simply just never knew how it worked and now he was just reading his book while you were ranting about someone who bothered you at the akademiya. at first glance it would appear that he wasn’t paying any attention but your boyfriend was extremely attentive – despite not showing it directly. 

being the acting grand sage for now, he made sure to find out who was bothering you and silently make sure they wouldn’t be able to do so anymore <3 

– diluc !

definitely not the type to let things slide – especially when you feel uncomfortable right under his sight because of someone who was working for him in the winery. keyword, was working, because diluc immediately fired them as well as spoil you with your favorite meals – well, adelinde had prepared them for you – and he was spoiling you rotten with gifts and your favorite flowers. 

he’d do everything just to see you smile beautifully again for him <3

#genshin impact #genshin fanfiction #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #diluc #zhongli #alhaitham #ayato #xiao #diluc fluff #zhongli fluff #alhaitham fluff #ayato fluff #xiao fluff #yaepublishinghouse #. flowers for : everyone !

[lifewouldbebetteronmars]

Title from right where you left me by Taylor Swift

Angstmas Days of Summer Masterlist

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(I Stayed There) Dust Collected On My Pinned Up Hair

December, 1904; One year after the death of Christopher Lightwood

“Grace?” It was Thomas who called to her this time, instead of one of the Fairchilds like it normally was. They were concerned about how much time she was spending down there in the lab.

Everyone was it seemed. It had even spread to Christopher’s friends.

She didn’t respond, too focused on the book in front of her. It was Christopher’s journal, she’s read it cover to cover dozens of times by now. She could probably quote it word for word now if asked.

Grace could hear Thomas’s footsteps, loud and heavy, on the stairs. She ignored him and again started to focus on Christopher’s journal, mouthing the words as she read.

“Grace?” Thomas called again when he got down to the lab. He sounded concerned. He shouldn’t be concerned but he sounds so concerned.

“Matthew told me you’ve been down here for weeks, he’s concerned about you. The whole family up there is, really, even Charles and Charles doesn’t care for anyone.” he kept talking and Grace kept ignoring him. Maybe if she ignored him he would go away and leave her alone. She deserved to be alone.

He kept going on and on, rambling before Grace finally slammed the journal shut and turned to glare at him.

Thomas just smiled at her in response. “Oh, hello, there you are.”

She just turned back around and started going through the beakers and organizing them, a mindless enough task. “Yes, here I am. I am fine, leave me alone.”

“Sorry, Grace, but I can’t do that.”

“And why not? You have two legs and two feet. It seems to me like you can leave.”

“I can. But I can’t. Not today.”

“And what is today?”

“Grace, you what today is.”

“No I don’t, please, enlighten me.”

“It’s the day Christopher died, Grace.”

The beaker fell out Grace’s hand and smashed to the floor, shattering in pieces all over her feet.

Today couldn’t be that day, it just couldn’t. She would know if it was that day. She would know. He had to be lying.

“No, it’s not. You’re lying,” she accused him. “I would if he…if he died, today. I would never forget.”

Thomas looked at her with a sad expression. Grace truly looked at him now and he looked like he’d been crying. He wasn’t lying. It really was today.

“No.” she whispered, voice hoarse.

“Yes. I’m sorry, Grace.” Thomas said, his tone was genuine and Grace hated it. He shouldn’t be the one apologizing.

“No, no, no! I’m the one who should be apologizing! It’s all my fault! It’s my fault that Christopher is dead and that today is sad! It’s all my fault!” Grace screamed. She didn’t know where all the anger came from and why it had came so suddenly.

But once it started, it couldn’t stop.

“None of this ever would have happened if hadn’t been for me. I’m a horrible person. I manipulated James, Matthew, Charles, I probably even manipulated Christopher too. It’s because of my actions that he died. They should’ve kept me in the Silent City. He should still be here and I shouldn’t be. He should still be here right now and you should blame me, you should be angry. You shouldn’t even care about me at all because I killed your best friend. I’m just as bad as she was.”

Thomas had gone quiet, listening to Grace rant on and on. But now he spoke up. “Tatiana killed Christopher, not you. And yes, you manipulated the people I care about, people that Christopher cared about, but you have apologized for it. But it wasn’t your fault that any of this happened. You know as well as I do that Tatiana is the one at fault here. She abused and manipulated you for years, and then when you finally fought back, she killed your first real friend. And that’s a trauma Grace, a trauma that you didn’t cause. She was a bitter person who let what happened to her effect her actions until she died. You are nothing like her, Grace. Please don’t say that you are.

No one blames you or hates you, Grace, everyone is just concerned for you. You’ve been down here for days without eating or drinking, you don’t respond to anyone. Jesse’s concerned, the Fairchilds are concerned, I’m concerned, all of your friends are concerned. And before you say it, I’m not going to stop caring about you because you’re my friend and when you’re my friend, I never stop caring about you, no matter what you do. Just ask anyone and they’ll tell you. You have people that care about you, just like we cared about Christopher, we care about you too. You can lean on any one of us if you need to, because today is hard on everyone.”

Grace looked down at the broken shards on her feet, unable to look at Thomas anymore. He was Christopher’s best friend, his cousin, no, his brother. And he didn’t hate her.

It was silent for awhile, neither of them speaking. Until Grace broke the silence

“I loved him.” she whispered, barely audible but Thomas heard her anyway.

“I know.”

She looked back up at him. “You know? How?”

“Because he loved you too.”

That took Grace aback. Christopher didn’t love her, he couldn’t have loved her, he barely knew her. But at the same time, he knew her better than anybody. And she loved him for it

“How do you know that?”

Thomas smiled sadly and reached behind him for a small parcel that Grace didn’t notice he had had with him. “He had these made for you, before he died and you were still in the Silent City. He thought they would make a good first weapon for you.”

He handed her the parcel and she opened it with trembling hands.

Two silver hairpins laid in the tissue paper, delicate and sharp, with detailed spiders attached to the end. She had always loved spiders, something she had mentioned to Christopher during one of his visits.

And he had remembered.

Tears started fall from her eyes uncontrollably and her chest began to feel tight. Grace couldn’t breathe.

She clutched the parcel close to her chest as she fell to the floor and sobbed, all of her grief and sorrow finally being unleashed.

It wasn’t long until she felt arms around her, holding her as she sobbed.

She could feel Thomas’s tears in her hair.

He was grieving too and he felt her pain.

For once, Grace didn’t feel so alone.

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The hair pins look like this btw (except in all silver)

Tagging (ask to be added/removed)

@tessherongraystairs @petalsofaflower-shutupthomas @littlx-songbxrd @wagner-fell @aliandtommy

#riley’s angstmas days of summer #the last hours #grace blackthorn #thomas lightwood #christopher lightwood #gracetopher #anti tatiana blackthorn

[sp1rit-realm]

₊‧꒰ა 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ⧿ 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐩𝐬! 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞!

Happy 900!!!! Ummm Marauders maybe? but if you think someone else fits better I assure you I don’t mind.

Where to start, i’m pretty quiet, like very very soft spoken until im really comfortable in a room. Once I know someone I’m still quiet in volume but then i can talk for at least 15 minutes straight without losing my rhythm and i get very very animated, lots of facial expressions, too many hands waving around. I like reading but I can’t call myself a bookworm because I take too long to finish them and usually give up so i’m more of a book dragon. I love writing and art and being creative and I love to learn but i hate to be graded. My favorite color is burgundy and my favorite season is whatever one it currently is until the very end and i’m sick of it, then i like whichever one is coming next. I like to collect things and i’m way too sentimental. I like rain and leather jackets and i don’t know if you want any physical attributes but im short enough that literally everyone comments when i wear tall shoes (i have platform doc martins with a heel so it’s only like 4 inches which i guess is a lot over all but even then Im only up to like 5’6-‘7 barely) And my hair is stuck an almost auburn color because I dyed it dark plum/burgundy in november and now the final claws of goldish red are dug in and i don’t see it letting go, which is especially annoying because my roots are returning much lighter than i last remember but I’ve been dying my hair since at least last June so i don’t know what I really expected. I have identity crises over my hair at least every other week.

In terms of how I love people it’s very much however it works with that person. I like when people like to pay attention to me and look for me in a room and that kind of thing, I also really like to be held and have my hair played with,,,,i find dogs very relatable (but don’t let that sway your decision in anyway, do what your heart tells you)

I’m sure 900 people leads to a lot of asks, but i have no idea, so please take your time and don’t feel rushed or obligated at all. I am so proud of this milestone for you and i’m so proud of all the people coming to their senses to appreciate such a talented spirit like you 💖💖💖

HI MARA!!!!!! THANK U SO MUCH

if you mean marauders era in general, i say (drumroll please)

you and dorcas!

to me, her character is very laid back, but secretly she's so passionate. like, she pretends she doesn't care, but really secretly does. she would adore all the things you collect, and will listen to anything you have to say about them. she'd still have to lean down to kiss you. she would say, "really? new hair again, mara?" and then she would whisper to you, "it's cute, makes your eyes pop." because nobody can know that she adores anybody, until you become official. then, she can't stop talking about you. she will read books to you as you lay your head on her lap, hair being played with. she would dance with you in the rain. she would steal your jacket because it smells like you, and because it means everybody knows you're hers. she would sit and listen to you rant/ramble/infordump and watch lovingly as your mouth moves a mile a second and your tongue gets all twisted. she would hang up your art, proudly displaying it as to say: "yeah, my girlfriend? they're perfect, and talented, and beautiful, and look at this art they made." she would kick someone's teeth in for you, and she winks at you during her quidditch games, loving how much you blush; stark red in the sea of green.

#mara ✩‧₊˚ #i had so much fun with this #dorcas meadowes #mara and dorcas my new otp #hannah has asks #₊‧꒰ა 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ #₊‧꒰ა 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ #sp1rit realm

[ismahanescorner]

These Violent Delights | Book Review

Author: Chloe Gong

Series: These Violent Delights

Genre: YA Fantasy/Sci-Fi, Historical Fiction

Publisher: Margaret K. McElderry Books

Release Date: 17/11/2020

Rating: 2/5 🌟🌟

Synopsis:

The year is 1926, and Shanghai hums to the tune of debauchery.

A blood feud between two gangs runs the streets red, leaving the city helpless in the grip of chaos. At the heart of it all is eighteen-year-old Juliette Cai, a former flapper who has returned to assume her role as the proud heir of the Scarlet Gang—a network of criminals far above the law. Their only rivals in power are the White Flowers, who have fought the Scarlets for generations. And behind every move is their heir, Roma Montagov, Juliette’s first love…and first betrayal.

But when gangsters on both sides show signs of instability culminating in clawing their own throats out, the people start to whisper. Of a contagion, a madness. Of a monster in the shadows. As the deaths stack up, Juliette and Roma must set their guns—and grudges—aside and work together, for if they can’t stop this mayhem, then there will be no city left for either to rule.

Perfect for fans of The Last Magician and Descendant of the Crane, this heart-stopping debut is an imaginative Romeo and Juliet retelling set in 1920s Shanghai, with rival gangs and a monster in the depths of the Huangpu River.

Review:

Okay y’all! Strap in for a long-winded review, that’s mostly me ranting about how much I hate hype!!!  So we all know the hype that surrounded this book around its release. I fell for it!! and all the pretty aesthetically pleasing edits and fanart. ffs I got the book; and the sequel, before I even finished the 1st!! 🥴😩

Anyways, I started this book back in March 2022 and it was going fine. I dropped it for another read around chapter 10/12, cuz it wasn’t gripping me like the girlies said it would. I picked it up again a few weeks later, and read up to chapter 16, then stopped again! That time around, I shelved as restart cuz I felt I wasn’t giving it all the attention it deserves so I can enjoy it fully like all the girlies did!!!  Well, fast-forward to this weekend! I got the audio on Libby and I restarted it. Again, I liked the first few chapters, then got bored outta my mind once I hit the tens chapters! Literally, from chapter 13 to 28, I tried my hardest to actively listen and not to let my inner monologue take over! All I could think about was: “damn! this! this! was marvellous to y’all?” “I’m boooooredddd!!” “how am I gonna explain the 2 star I’ll rate this book?”  Honestly, I’m so disappointed, because I didn’t hate this book (per se), I just feel fooled by the hype! 

Now, onto the actual review! This book had sooo much potential! Unfortunately, the execution fell short! The setting, the characters, the plot, they are all very intriguing and make for a great mystery or a romantic suspense novel. However, this was marketed as a fantasy!! Why??  It offered a good commentary on capitalism and colonialism, but even those parts were neither cohesive, nor coherent, nor did they mesh-in well with the plot!  Honestly, this novel woulda been much better if it was 150 pages shorter and didn’t rattle on and on all throughout the middle chapters. The first few chapters did averagely well setting up the plot and the last few also did averagely well as a closure; but those middle chapters just bored me outta my mind. Where was the editor?? So much of this book was unnecessary!  Another thing I really didn’t like was the reveal in the epilogue! I had hope that maybe the sequel is gonna be different and I’ll actually enjoy it. However, that final reveal makes it very clear that book two is gonna be just like book one. The only difference will be Roma hating (rightfully holding a grudge against) Juliette!  I’m just soooo disappointed! but since I own the sequel I’ll probably be reading it!

#booknerd #books #bookworm #bookstagram #booklover #book review #bookaholic #book quotes #book blog #reading #review #these violent delights #our violent ends #chloe gong #tvd #romeo and juliet #roma montagov #jueliet cai #ya literature #ya romance #ya fantasy

[samspenandsword]

My dearest Sam, congratulations on your 300 followers! I know your blog is always a joy to catch up on, and I very often re-read many of your works. You deserve all the best! I raise my teacup to you and your future endeavors!

If you're not too busy, might I request a ship pairing please? I am 37, a she/her, and go by May. I love the forest moon of Endor or Alderaan if I had to pick a planet. My aesthetic is a very cluttered Light Academia style, and my appearance is tall, chin length blonde hair, blue eyes, my build is all arms and legs, athletic-ish. I'm usually listening to soundtracks. I love pasta and love making tea and toast as a snack. Baking is my current favorite hobby, but I also read, sew, dance, and run. Summer is my favorite season, but I like them all in their own way. I drink far too much tea. I can be timid, but I try to be friendly as much as possible. I'm loyal to my friends, always want to make them smile, and one of my favorite things is to make people their favorite dessert or treat just because.

Thank you again for your wonderful works!

Hi May!!! It's always so nice to see you in my notifs and inbox! Thank you so much for submitting, and I genuinely hope you like what I wrote! And I hope 2023 has been going well for you too!

Sam's Pen and Sword 300 Follower Celebration (Closed)

MAY'S FOLLOWER CELEBRATION REQUEST

Ship request 👄

When I was reading your request, I instantly thought of Obi-Wan Kenobi. The two of you both drink excessive amounts of tea, you're just his type (tall, thin, blue eyes, short blond hair), and he has a huge weakness for anything you cook or bake. The two of you like to talk about the things you've read recently over a plate of his favorite treats (I imagine it to be a selection of homemade shortbreads). You also introduced him to soundtracks, and though he admits that he's not the biggest music lover in the galaxy, soundtracks are a great deal better than the shit Anakin listens to. He has become particularly fond of soundtracks with lots of calm piano movements or lush string orchestras. He would love the opportunity to see you dance one day, even if it's just something you do for fun and exercize - he will never get tired of seeing you do things you enjoy. And he's adopted a habit of brushing his fingers over the seams where you've mended his clothes. In that way, you're always with him.

You tried your very best not to laugh as Obi-Wan paced across the living room, but you couldn't quite manage to conceal your amused smile. A book was held in your hands, a physical book with flimsi and binding, and you followed Obi-Wan's movements with your eyes, the open book raised to your smiling mouth. "- do not understand his inability to think before he acts. He's reckless! And did I mention that this was the third fighter he's crashed this week! I cannot -" A cup of tea and plate of shortbread cookies sat untouched on your coffee table, and you had learned that it was best to just let Obi-Wan get it out. Much like the padawan he was currently ranting about, it was best to just let him get it out. He'd feel better once he did and then he'd sit and take a sip of the just-perfectly-cooled tea, tension falling from his shoulders. And indeed, less than two minutes later, Obi-Wan fell onto the couch beside you, taking a long drink of the tea you'd made. The tension melted from him, and he leaned back, eyes closing with a little hum of appreciation. "Feel better?" you asked, still amused. "I know you're laughing at me." You were. You always took pleasure from Obi-Wan's little rants about Anakin. Not only because you knew he didn't mean a word of them, but because you found it endlessly funny how Obi-Wan could be so exasperated at the way Anakin put his all into his missions and battles, in a way he had learned from Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan, of course, failed to realize this. Anyone who knew better knew that Anakin was the way he was because he had learned from Obi-Wan. The man you loved could be as reckless as his former padawan. Leaping before he looked. Cutting once before measuring twice. Acting before considering. People heard Obi-Wan's eloquent words and saw his charming smiles and assumed he thought everything through before he acted. You knew better. So did anyone who knew Obi-Wan. Commander Cody and you had had more than one wine fest where the two of you laughed and bitched over how much Obi-Wan scolded Anakin for simply mirroring his own behaviors back at him. Those two, you mentally laughed. Closer than brothers. So close they just couldn't see how similar they really were. You swore one day you and Padme were going to lock the pair in a closet together and force them to air out all the words Obi-Wan was too restrained to say and all the confessions Anakin was too scared to trust his master and brother with. You and Padme liked to joke that Anakin and Obi-Wan confiding in each other would inevitably be what saved the galaxy from the war. Ah, if only. Obi-Wan, still perceiving your amusement, cracked an eye open and looked at you. You reached over and fondly brushed a lock of copper hair out of his face. "Something funny, my dear?" You knew he knew you were still laughing at him. But you simply smiled at him. "Happy to have you home, Obi-Wan." Obi-Wan smiled too. He leaned over and kissed you soundly. Tenderly. And with that, you knew he was glad to be home, too.

#samspenandsword follower celebration #samspenandsword 300 follower celebration #follower celebration #300 follower celebration #300 followers #ship request #star wars ship request #obi-wan kenobi #dangerousstrawberrypie

[panics-side-blog]

You can skip the whole rant and go down to the links to support indigenous people

Reminder to myself never talk to a white person ever again about blood quantum. 9/10 times they hold up white supremacy with their uneducated ass. And even when you try to educate them they just don't get it and deflect or use strawmen arguments. And then get all defensive,mad and surprised when you get mad because they try to defend their "argument" with words that have deep rooted pain and suffering and completely ignoring the history of it. Like you expect me to stay calm when you talk about that shit where literal Nazis have used this to erase others like it isn't a big deal?

"oh but 100% indigenous people don't exist anymore"

OF COURSE THEY DON'T, they got killed and the once who survived where stripped off of their culture and got raped in order to "get the savage out"(god i hate that word but i don't know how to word it better (also nothing 100% exist)). And in this situation this shit is extremely harmful. You hold up shit that erases us and then you tell me that i'm not indigenous because I'm not "100%" and saying that i identity as indigenous means i say i am "100%"?? Bruh.

Your swiss you identify as swiss but your dumb fuck has German,polish and french but yet you can say "I'm swiss" but me whos history got massacred,ripped away and being actively destroyed can't say "I'm indigenous".

Your an adult use your two brain cells that are on live support and pick up a book.

Your way of thinking kills us and is destroying our culture. You think i would be standing here if that shit didn't happen?? I most likely would have been chilling with my fellow Mapuche, learning about their culture being accepted as two spirit and maybe being trained to become a machi because of my connection to gender.

It's so painful to think about it what could have been how live would have been different as a whole. It feels like a part of me was taken away.

And then seeing my siblings all over the world hurting, be it because they live like me completely ripped away due to the horrible things that happened desperately learning, listening and trying to finde back to our ancestors picking up the tiny bit of culture that is left and doing our best to empower the once who live in their communitys.

And the once who are connected and actively live in their community live in horrible conditions with dirty water, their land and culture stolen, destroyed and bastardized, fighting to not lose the tiny bit of rights they have fought for for DECADES.

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To finish the whole rant i want to give you guys links on how to help (specifically) my siblings on turtle island and my people. ICWA is currently about to be taken away please sign up and use your voice to spread our voices in hopes that they keep the tiny bit of safety they still have left.

Also i linked a bunch of articles to read

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Edit; also reminder my people are also fighting to get their land back and the old ass law that was writen by a fascist STILL DIDN'T CHANGE. This shit is like 30-50 years old and actively hurts. If you want to change it please impower my peoples voices listen to them and spread the message.

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(articles about their fight)

https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.bbc.com/news/world-latin-america-55042838.amp

https://www.google.com/amp/s/amp.abc.net.au/article/100907988

https://www.iwgia.org/en/chile/3932-from-fighting-for-their-land-to-fighting-for-their-freedom-mapuche-political-prison-as-a-counterinsurgency-mechanism.html

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Petition :

(against the selling and exporting of our cultural clothing(not in the, i made [insert thing] to sell, but in the sacred garment got stolen and sold ))

https://www.change.org/p/poder-judicial-y-sociedad-civil-no-m%C3%A1s-expropiaci%C3%B3n-de-nuestra-cultura-y-kimun-mapuche?source_location=topic_page

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(for the visibility of my people)

https://www.change.org/p/sebastianpinera-conadi-gob-feriado-nacional-we-tripantu-chile?source_location=topic_page

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(more support for my people because the government didn't help enough when covid hit/had let them rot and fight for themselves without any support)

https://www.change.org/p/sebastianpinera-hernanlarrainf-adrianamunoz-diegopaulsen-chile-no-puede-ser-indiferente-ante-la-grave-situaci%C3%B3n-de-presos-mapuche-en-huelga-de-ham?source_location=topic_page

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Also side note my Spanish isn't that great and the translation is the bare minimum of what they wrote for the petition. If anyone who can speak Spanish better a proper translation is appreciated, thank you :))

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https://action.lakotalaw.org/action/protect-icwa

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Here are some general links to support us;

https://www.service.nsw.gov.au/guide/support-aboriginal-and-torres-strait-islander-communities

https://www.beyondblue.org.au/who-does-it-affect/aboriginal-and-torres-strait-islander-people/helpful-contacts-and-websites

https://actionnetwork.org/petitions/sign-the-petition-demand-congress-support-indigenous-communities-by-passing-the-not-invisible-act?source=direct_link&

https://chng.it/ynNMKw69QL

(change dot org list for indigenous support)

https://www.change.org/t/indigenous-rights-3

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Things to read:

https://www.theindigenousfoundation.org/articles/bloodquantum

https://www.californialawreview.org/blood-quantum-and-the-white-gatekeeping-of-native-american-identity/

https://www.nativejustice.org/mmiwg2s#:~:text=The%20MMIWG2S%20abbreviation%20stands%20for,Girls%20and%20Two%2DSpirit%20People.

https://www.apa.org/pi/oema/resources/communique/2018/11/standing-sisters

https://www.gatheringthunderfoundation.org/mmiwg2s

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(this one has a free to call hotline for MMIWG2S and also things to read)

https://scoinc.mb.ca/mmiwg2s-and-violence-prevention/

#indiginous #blood quantum hurts #mapuche #white people dni #white people are wild #rant #i hate white people #their ignorance hurts and kills #two spirit #land back #indigineous people #indigenous power #mmiwg2s #mmiwawareness #support indigenous people #important

[lord-of-the-weird]

Hello it is SRS once again wahoo baby!❄️☃️ sorry in advance for long ask just so many thoughts! Feel free to just answer one or two questions if u want :)

Armadillos in the backyard! That’s wild idk if I’ve ever seen one in person. Do they really curl up in balls inside their shell or is that a myth from childhood?

AHHH I am SO happy to hear you enjoyed some of the Beatles songs! That genuinely made my day :) I would also love some song recs!!! What have you listened to in the past year that you’d recommend? And yea I’m pretty much just a rock listener lmao but for sure d looking to expand my taste!!

Thank you! Yes my Hanukkah has been excellent. It’s one of my very favorite holidays! Ok mini explanation of Hanukkah: the story is basically, “The Greeks tried to kill us but we beat them instead yay!! However they totally also trashed our temple and only left one jar of oil :( BUT WAIT the menorah we lit magically stayed lit for 8 days on barely any oil omg!” There are a ton of traditions incorporated into the holiday, like lighting candles for 8 days (one more each night) and eating foods fried in oil. Much fun!

Ooh that sounds fun! What Christmas traditions do you have? my friend who celebrates Christmas recently asked me as a Jew to try and explain what I thought the Christmas story was and the results were so amusing.

Wait that’s so cool that you’ve started crocheting! I feel like everyone I know has just taken that up. I don’t have a specific project in mind but I’d love to make some kind of shirt or sweater for myself? My roommate is an excellent knitter so I’ll be drawing on her advice frequently lol. What are you crocheting??

Ok I like cannot make myself read nonfiction (unless it’s about classic rock lmao, but even then just barely). I really love mysteries and magical realism! My favorite author is Haruki Murakami (basic I’m sorry). ALSO favorite animal is dogs and favorite Beatle is John (I could rant about his genius for hours). OK FAREWELL MUCH LOVE -SRS

hiya babe!

and YES ARMADILLOS CAN CURL UP! just not the ones where i live😭 there’s only two species that can curl into a ball the brazilian three banded and southern three banded armadillo the former is a lazarus species! (wrongly thought to be extinct) sorry i will take any and every excuse to info dump about animals😁

let’s see i think the three top bands that i’ve listened to most of this year are måneskin, foo fighters and the bee gees! here are a few of my favorites please do not feel any pressure to listen to them!

måneskin:

TIMEZONE

THE LONELIEST

Coraline

they’re semi new a band from Italy and good portion of their songs are in Italian and they have a really good rock sound!

foo fighters:

the sky is a neighborhood

run

waiting on a war

i know they’re pretty popular but i’ll give you a little information because a lot of people don’t seem to actually know much more than just their hits :( their lead singer Dave Grohl was nirvana‘s drummer! I highly recommend his book ‘the storyteller’ especially the audio version of him narrating it on youtube! Plus Dave and Taylor Hawkins’ (former friend drummer until his untimely death last year) had such a wonderful friendship! i love watching videos of them together♥️🥺

bee gees:

how deep is your love (easily my most played 45!)

how can you mend a broken heart

tragedy

honestly how they still continue making music after the death of disco is such an amazing an interesting story! in short a DJ named Steve Dahl started a riot after destroying a dumpster of disco records in the middle of a baseball game in ‘79 which kick started the death of disco after that no one would play Bee Gees music because they were “too disco” so instead they wrote songs for and with other singers so they could continue doing what they loved!

sooooo sorry for the info dump😅

aaaaaaaa! so glad you had a great holiday! i am semi familiar with that story but seeing as i learned it from tv i wasn’t sure how accurate it was😅 thank you so much for telling my about it!!!

well my family puts up a real christmas tree, decorate gingerbread houses and we put lights on the house! among other things like christmas breakfast and exchanging gifts on the 25th + opening christmas pajamas on the 24th!

oh my😂 i’m sure christmas could be quite confusing for someone who didn’t grow up with it especially since the way most people celebrate christmas is a combination of celebrations many cultures!

a shirt and/or sweater would be so cool! and having someone who already knows how to work with fiber projects i’m sure would help greatly! i wish you all the luck and i’d love you hear about your progress when you start! i’m *trying* to make a possum :)

omg i completely understand about the nonfiction thing glad i’m not the only one!😅 magical mystery realism sounds so cool! actually i’m not sure that i heard of that author i’ll have to look them up!

oooooh dogs!!!! do you have a favorite breed? and feel free to rant about john or music in general anytime!!!!

do you watch movies much if so do you have a favorite one? or tv show? and do you collect anything?

#srs23 #anon

[issafterglow]

a cry for help — march 26

charot that's not true

okay maybe just a bit

pero lately ang gulo gulo ng utak ko

even now idk what to do with myself

remember when i said i started writing again?

yeah i messed that shit up as soon as i got a compliment from a reader. it's like the walls i built for myself suddenly came crashing down tapos ayun, got ahead of myself and it felt like i failed ultimately my own expectations. i really need a reminder na i'm not here to please a single soul. i write because it helps me tell something i couldn't bring myself to say. i write because it helps me and only me. i shouldn't be swayed by words :( and yet i am tanginang yan why kasi words of affirmation ang love language ko :((

anyway a lot has happened (again) ik my life is just full of shit like that. you know once, horoscope said march would be full of changes... didn't realize it would be this change it's so fucked up talaga i'm starting to lose my fixation with astrology emsz anyway ayun just one random day, may tumawag sakin and since this year i'm all about putting myself out there and not dropping calls from unregistered numbers, sinagot ko yung tawag and guess what: prof ko sya. pota diba 😭 di daw nya macontact iba kong kaklase and surprise surprise !! ako ang napag diskitahan :( anyway since hindi ako nagbabasa i had to tell our class pres turns out same lang pala yung sinabi ko sa inannounce nya hahdhshaha tangina dba pahiya konti bukas bawi xD epic fail talaga pero since nasabi ko na dito kung gaano ako nahihiya i guess i can start getting over it starting today.

anyway di lang yon ang ganap. SO thursday sinipag ako maglaba teh im likeee okay maglaba tayo, walang klase, walang gawain, so let's make ourself useful and finally do the laundry. eh kaso bago pa ako makapag laba nag lapag ng reporting sched yung prof ko and guess what sa april 1 agad kami 😻 hahahaha sometimes i just love it that my surname starts with a /hj. so yun malas. and i can say that out loud now kasi parang walang pake yung mga kagrupo ko i dont think they realize just how much we need to report for this subject and sabi pa nung prof maximum 1 hour daw dapat kami mag report. suddenly i'm fine with it actually as long as mag cooperate lang sila kasi i was reviewing the class lecture kanina and it doesn't have to be so hard naman pala. you just have to study and listen. eh paano yung isa si absent tas yung isa si date :( sana all diba pa-event and jowanism lang inaatupag chz ang sama ko naman :( it's the anxiety speaking dont mind me :((((

ayaw ko talagang kumilos pero it looks like if di ako mag initiate ng convo wala ring mangyayari samin eh :( so ayern idk naa kung may matatapos ba kami pero i hope all goes well bago ako mag relapse nanaman. anyway may need pa akong basahing instructional material tonight para magsasagot nalang ako bukas pero inuna ko talaga mag rant kasi i have no one elese to tell all these about 😅😅 baka kase wala din sila sa right headspace to listen to me eh :(

kaya ayun guess i'm on my own. sayang. REALLY wanna read a novel tonight but i guess i'd have to pass for now. i someday i wish i could talk to someone about books. someday i wish i could proudly say "uy i wrote that story." someday, hopefully.

wish me luck!

may the stars align.