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cxsmicals · 1 year

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The Slashers with a S/O who is in to film photography

(Includes: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Brahms, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair, Billy Lenz, Ghostface)

~ I’m indulging myself since I love film photography and it’s my favorite hobby! How would the boys react if you were a photographer AND what is their preferred camera?? Also I finally watched Black Christmas so Billy gets to come out and play for this one, yay!

Michael Myers: Michael doesn’t really care one way or the other about photography of any kind. He will be interested to watch you find things deemed ordinary and try to photograph them. If you show him some post-mortem photographers he might show a little interest. When all is said and done a point and shoot is his go to. Simple, easy to control, the flash built in gives it a sense of eeriness. He prefers black and white film as to give mystery to his photos.

Jason Voorhees: He’s enamored by your documentation of the forest. He takes a keen interest in your photography right away and asks to at least hold your cameras, and is careful to not break the vintage ones. if you convince him, a simple instant camera is his go to. He enjoys having the instant pictures of you in his belt compartments. If you get him out of his comfort zone he would like a brownie camera since it reminds him of his mother. He prefers color film as to see all of the details

Bubba Sawyer: He loves your photography. He supports it wholeheartedly like the sweet boy he is. If you’re a portrait photographer you might be able to get him to pose on a good day, but it’s unlikely. He loves polaroid cameras. He wants to scrapbook and keep all your memories together. Color film, he wants to preserve every single aspect of the memories.

Brahms: He doesn’t mind the photography that much. If you manage to catch him on a good day where he’s eager to learn he’ll pick it up quickly and want to learn all he can. Brahms is a classy bitch. He wants to be elegant and have the best, so a high class Hasselblad is his make of choice. Boujee and badass. I feel like he’d like to shoot in verichrome because it’s incredibly hard to find film and even harder to find someone who knows how to develop. He will absolutely fund your habit and get you a dark room to set up.

Vincent Sinclair: Any artistic hobby is great by his accounts. He’s happy that you have this hobby as it’s something you and him can talk about. He’ll want to keep all the photos you make and might enlist your help to make advertising for his own wax museum. He’ll want to show genuine interest so a 35mm or a standard 120 is his go to. He wants you to know he cares. He prefers black and white because he sees it as more “artistic” since you need to take more liberties for it. Much like Brahms, he might be willing to help you set up your own dark room to get the photographs properly developed on your own.

Billy Lenz: Oh Billy Billy Billy. Boy is ecstatic to turn your hobby in to a depravity. He is the most gung-ho about the photography since he wants to see you from all angles. If you let this goblin near your collection some cameras will just go missing. Typically it’s your polaroid but occasionally your 35mm might go missing as well. He wants to see you but he also wants to see the stars so he’ll try his best to photograph the night sky. If you want to spring the money for a telefoto lens or just give him a telescope he will be appreciative. If you two are intimately inclined then you WILL hear the shutter go off at random points in your sessions. If it’s not from your polaroid he will urge you to get the photos developed as quick as you can.

Ghostface: He’s got things to see and people to murder, so he’s not always around to indulge your habits. However, if he were to pick a camera, since he’s always running around, he prefers a simple point and shoot disposable that you can get at Walmart. Black and white, bland.

(Thanks for reading y’all. I am super drunk while writing this so if some if these are OOC or there’s spelling issues i’m blaming the gin for that. I also enlisted my boyfriend’s help for this since he knows these characters better than I do. Sorry for those whole like Ghostface i’m just not good at writing for him I’m sorry..)

#michael myers #jason voorhees #brahms heelshire #vincent sinclair #billy lenz #bubba sawyer #leatherface #ghostface #michael myers x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #billy lenz x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #ghostface x reader #slashers #slashers x reader

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queer-coded-camaro-driver · 2 years

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Cherry Cola

Just a little snippet of something fluffy because I’m having a rough day and needed something sweet to brighten it up. Harringrove obvs.

Inspired by The Eagles of Death Metal song Cherry Cola.

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Steve knows all about Billy’s incredibly detailed and fastidious pre-date Routine. He knows about the Aquanet and the two beautiful ringlets that need to hang just so over the blonde’s right eye. He knows what Billy’s favorite brand of cologne is, how much to apply, and where best to apply it (inside both wrists and the left hip). He knows that Billy has to tuck is shirt in, adjust his jeans, and then unbutton the damn thing all the way to his fucking navel.

But what keeps Steve from going truly crazy whenever he watches his unrequited crush get all dressed up for another first date with a faceless, giggling girl is the shake.

When Billy is finished getting dressed and picking out the right earring for his outfit, when he’s happy with his hair and his teeth and his look, he turns sideways in the mirror and shakes his ass once or twice. That’s the only reason the brunette keeps torturing himself by hanging out with Max’s older brother on Friday afternoons.

Well, that and the fact he’s head over heels in love with the stupidly hot lifeguard - but there’s no way in hell Billy Hargrove would ever be into guys. Much less “pretty” boys like Steve who have too much money and not enough common sense.

“What’s got your panties in a twist, Harrington? I can practically see the steam coming out of your ears,” Billy teases, fingers flicking over the top of his jewelry box as he peruses his earrings.

“It’s nothing. Just stupid relationship shit.”

“You and Buckley having trouble in paradise?”

Steve nearly chokes on his gum, stolen from a pack in Billy’s porn-heavy bedside drawer. “Wh-What!? Me and Robin? Nooo-ho-ho, no way dude. There is nothing going on there. Strictly play-dough-nick.”

“It’s platonic, my man. And sure, okay. I believe that or whatever.”

“Robin has much better taste, I promise. I am truly and honestly sad and single.”

Billy makes a face at Steve through the mirror, but Steve ignores it in favor of flipping through a Playboy with mild disinterest. The blonde finishes primping and twists his hips away from Steve; the older boy’s eyes are instantly glued to Billy’s ass.

“I could always cancel on Katie,” he says.

“Huh?” Steve’s gaze whips back up to Billy’s face. He flushes red with shame when he realizes that he’s been caught and scrambles down from his perch on the windowsill. “I- I can just- I’m sorry, Billy, I-”

“Calm down, Harrington, damn. You’re gonna swallow your fuckin’ tongue or something if you keep talking that fast, pretty boy.”

Pretty boy is more of a purr than anything else, and Steve’s heart stutters in his chest. His knees lock, preventing him from making a proper escape, even as Billy crosses the room like a big cat on the prowl. Steve’s bottom lip gets trapped between his teeth.

“Wh-What are you doing?” Steve squeaks, watching Billy push into his personal space. The blonde gets up in Steve’s face, smirking like he’s about to tug the brunette into the backseat of his Camaro for a quick roll around. “Billy?”

“Now’s your chance, Harrington, stop me from going on my date. Make me wanna stay here instead, in my stupid bedroom, on a Friday night.”

A wire in his head must get crossed or short circuit or overload or something, because the next thing he knows, Steve has one hand tangled in Billy’s hairspray-sticky curls and the other shoved into the back pocket of Billy’s tight blue Wranglers. He presses his mouth against the blonde’s and sets to work making Billy forget every other person he’s ever kissed.

The shorter boy tries taking control for all of two seconds, until King Steve dredges up every dirty trick he’s ever learned at Skull Rock to prove why he has the crown in the first place. He slides his tongue along the seam of Billy’s lips only to take it away when the younger teen melts into his chest and groans.

“Wh-What the fuck, Harrington? Where’ve you been hiding all this talent?”

“Didn’t think you’d be into me,” Steve shrugs, squeezing Billy’s ass a little just because he can. Because confusingly enough, Billy is touching him back. Tracing a fingertip along Steve’s collarbone and nosing at his jaw between lazy pecks against his throat. “So... Wanna call Katie and tell her you’re not gonna show?”

“Never made a date with Katie,” Billy winks, and tugs Steve back down for more.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove ficlet #harringrove fic #harringrove fluff #fluff #first kiss #getting together #harringrove first kiss #harringrove getting together #fluff and romance #cherry cola #eagles of death metal

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justsomerandomfanfic · 10 months

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hi! i‘m not sure if you are still taking match up requests, but i read your HP works, and I REALLY hope that you do ahahaha

if so, could i request a romantic match up for HP (preferably, marauders era, but any, really). i go by she/her, and i am happy to be matched with a character of any gender. i am a short young woman, with short blonde wavy hair and bangs, i have heterochromia also.

i study history of art and architecture and also visual arts. i love architecture, interior and furniture design, urban planning, and such. i‘m a huge dramatic theater lover, and I act. i love dressing up - my style is kind of like if Paris and Berlin had a child on a budget and none of them had an eating disorder. i work in a museum, and i also volunteer in media and publications. so i love written words. i live reading a lot!! virginia wolf is my forever favorite. i love the colors green and blue. i am vegan, and i love sour green apples, coconut-milk curry with tofu, and oat-milk flat whites. i also obsess over anything that smells or tastes like cherries. i am a libra, infp. i paint my nails dark red pretty much at all times. i love dancing and generally moving my body a lot. i can walk all day and anywhere. i grew up with my mom, and she is the best. i also have a collection of tote bags, obviously😌 and that was my last bit of chaotic info splurge.

thank you so much!

Hello! Yes, I am still doing matchup! Thanks for requesting one! I hope you enjoy it! <33333 I went a bit crazy ;) (A Room Of One's Own is my fav!)

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Harry Potter -

Marauders Era;

Remus Lupin:

🐾 You meet Remus when you were in Hogsmeade looking at some cute tote bags that a shop had for some reason, who wouldn't want a tote bag? You ended up buying three; turning to go purchase them, you almost ran right into Remus, who looked as surprised as you

🐾 It was pretty awkward, Remus apologizing and then you insisting that it was fine, nothing broken right? But after the initial embarrassment and shyness, you asked if Remus would like to join you for a drink before heading back to the school; you didn't really realize you had asked him that until after, startling you slightly, but Remus agreed and you both went to a cute place to eat

🐾 You had ordered a Shirley Temple, mentally obsessing about the cherry flavoring before you and Remus got to know each other a bit, from classes, to favorite subjects; both of you felt like you had a connection, some sort of electricity that coursed through both of your bodies and into your souls

🐾 From then on, you and Remus hung out a lot when you both could, sometimes the other Marauders joined, sometimes, (most of the time), teasing Remus about his obvious crush on you; Sirius mostly teased you, (James was smart enough not to since you were friends with Lily), but Sirius would always either nudge you or wiggle his eyebrows when you were near Remus

🐾 Finally, finally, Remus asked you to the Yule Ball, which led to your first kiss, which led to becoming a couple for the next three years and even after Hogwarts; Remus greatly admired you, finding you the most beautiful woman he has ever met, from your intelligence to your love of architecture, (not to mention, you are incredibly understanding and always made sure he was alright), you are his soulmate

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Lightning Era;

Draco Malfoy:

🍏 You met Draco, (you've heard about him around school, but never had really seen him surprisingly), but you had recently become friends with Harry, Hermione, and Ron and with being friends with them, you'd have to face the wrath of the Draco Malfoy; and boy or boy did you think he was exactly what your friends had told you he was like, (rude, entitled, cute, cunning, etc.)

🍏 Now you were at an impasse with your heart and your brain, you hated that you thought Draco was cute and you hated how much of a git he was, your thoughts were all over the place; but nothing ever really happened, besides Draco being a little ferret jerk, until the last two years of Hogwarts

🍏 You had been wandering the school, reading a book by Virginia Woolf, when you heard crying... Odd... Ignoring your instincts, you decided to see if you could find this obviously upset person and help them; surprisingly, it was Draco, and in the beginning Draco didn't want or need your help, sympathy, or pity, (in Draco's words)

🍏 Though, somehow, Draco did let down his red brick walls and let you in, and it did help him a lot, you were understanding, you never judged him, and you didn't run away when he told you what good ol' Voldy wanted him to do; when you could, you'd find Draco and spend as much time as you could with him, whether that being studying, eating sour green apples, or just talking... (you both were getting pretty close)

🍏 At the battle, you stood beside Draco, holding his hand tight as his mother called to him, your hand tightened, worried he'd leave and go to the other side, but he stayed; you and Draco's connection was a deep one, you both understood each other and were there for each other, through thick and thin

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#cute #fluff #slight angst #request #requests open #matchups #matchup #harry potter #harry potter fandom #marauders #marauders era #harry potter marauders #lightning era #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader

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bengiyo · 2 years

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180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us Ep 7 Stray Thoughts

I got a lot of food cooking today, so we're watching this while two things are simmering. Excited to see how In handles Sasiwimol's return after last week's reveals.

In almost looks like he exorcised something with how drained he looks.

Ah the first lie: Obscuring Wang's role in the leg injury.

Sangkam, like the nurse in Romeo and Juliet, is the one holding this entire operation together.

It's kinda uncomfortable to see Sasiwimol gloating about winning out over BL dramas in front of two queer men, particularly when I suspect she knows about both of them.

She scoffs at the suggestion of making her next project about a young man falling for his uncle. The awkwardness continues.

Sasiwimol is clearly concerned about what In could have revealed to Wang.

This framing on the couch is amazing. Sasiwimol is holding on to In's wrist, almost as if she's unconsciously restraining him. Wang is resting a finger on In's other hand and touching his leg against his. He's also on the side with the crutch. To me it looks like Wang wants to offer support, but cannot do so obviously by looking at In.

Well this conversation went about how I expected. Mol happy that Wang wants to study, then mad that it isn't a field she approves of at a location where she can observe Wang. Now confused and upset about his admission about his feelings for In.

Ah, there you are, my beloved architectural bars. Will you be able to shield In from Wang's admissions?

Oh ho! The bars have a new ally: the line of the window panels.

Wang pushes past the bars and demands In justify his determination to stay closeted. I love Wang's assertion that the world never belonged to the homophobes, and that he will not wait for them to die to live his life.

This is incredibly hard for In, because I don't know how he can sort his old feelings for Siam and his new feelings for Wang when there's so much overlap.

I also feel for Wang when In shuts down like this and just doesn't talk.

I was very invested in the completion of this bridge, but we still need to install guardrails.

It's interesting, that on many levels I can see Mol's read on the situation and that Wang has perhaps misplaced his desire for paternal love with In. It's possible she's right, but Wang is 20 and has a right to figure that out for himself. I'm feeling rather mixed at the moment, but generally am on the side of letting Wang determine the path of his love life.

Noteworthy that Mol never asks In for any perspective or what he wants. She just asserts that he must help her make Wang "normal" again, and that her life is full of disappointment. In must help keep her from losing her son. This is where she loses me, and it is not a surprise that she turns hostile to In when he doesn't show enthusiastic support.

I try not to be harsh against Sasiwimol, but I am deeply morally opposed to her inherently need to suppress and control all of the men in her life.

Though this dinner is awkward, I love this lightning effect. Feels very much like a stage production. Like it's supernatural in origin.

Okay, this fight is intense, and for once punctuated well by sound. In is correct that Wang should be a philosopher. He drew out of Sasiwimol what the major problem was immediately. He refuses to go somewhere with her until she confronts his truth, to which she responded that she does not care about his truth and will continue to enforce her worldview.

Oh my goodness, I need to know the tea about the night Siam drove away. Wang has clearly carried this for most of his life.

Wang asking the questions that define the core conflicts in play here, only for both In and Sasiwimol to run away.

Absolutely incredible work from everyone this episode.

#180 degree longitude passes through us #Ben watches

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chellyfishing · 4 months

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ho ho holy shit it’s the end of the year and that means it’s time for you guessed it my reading year in review.

instead of “read more than last year” my goal this year was “read at least one non-fiction book” and not only did i do that, not only did i read FOUR of them, i still also read more than last year!

(btw i am on storygraph if any of you are also on storygraph)

in january i read that there uh locked tomb series by tamsyn muir. thinking that it was a trilogy and then finding out no i actually have to suffer like the peasants for the conclusion. anyway it was fine and definitely hasn’t taken up at least 40% of my brain at all times ever since. it’s a very normal series i had a normal reaction to and you should read it, it’ll be fine.

i also read volumes 7 and 8 of spy x family by endo tatsuya. 7 is around where the anime stops and i watched it at the end of last year so. i finally just picked up 9 and 10 but i’m saving them as treat for surviving to the new year. anyway it’s good. i generally avoid graphic formats because my brain is just not good at processing images properly, especially when it’s all in black and white, but this was pretty easy for me to read. it’s a good time, recommend.

in february i read witchlings by claribel ortega. this is a middle grade book so the depth and style aren’t exactly for me, but it was very very cute and fun, with a diverse and lovable cast, and i would definitely recommend this to kids age idk 7-ish to 12-ish. that genre of child. a good magical book series to read instead of. you know. i’d be interested to continue the series as well, i think especially if ortega has the books mature with the readership she could really have something special here.

confession i really like to listen to people tell me stories (horrorbabble my beloved) and since i finally got a new library card this year (two actually now!) i can just get audiobooks and listen to them whenever i want. so in april first i listened to we have always lived in the castle by shirley jackson, which as you may or may not know is one of my favorite books of all time. i wanted to experience the story again and i didn’t want to just watch the film (it’s fine, honestly, it just lacks a lot of what i find really captivating about the book) so i put this on while i was doing other things. great book, great author, and i have no complaints whatsoever with the audiobook performance.

i also listened to james and the giant peach. this is my favorite roald dahl book and the audiobook is only about three hours. the narrator had incredible energy, exactly what you’d want from someone reading a children’s book.

in june i read the first nonfiction book, sex ed by ruby rare. this is a very accessible and inclusive book about… no. i shan’t say. everything is spoken about in frank terms and rare has a very personable voice and style. it’s also illustrated!

my next nonfiction book was in august, when i finally got to read i’m glad my mom died by jennette mccurdy. you probably don’t need me to tell you that this book is SO!! GOOD!! an incredible and important piece of art. jennette is so heartbreakingly honest and real here. i spent the whole book just wanting this child, then woman, to be okay. i am so happy she has turned the page on a new chapter in her life and has been able both to follow her real dreams of writing and gain some catharsis in the process. trigger warnings especially for abuse, including sexual abuse, including to a child, including by a parent, and eating disorders. she does not shy away from the ugliness of her experiences so please be prepared for that. it is very heavy at points.

after i finished that book i was just skimming through libby even though i already own [redacted] unread books and anyway on a whim i picked up a book called a door in the dark by scott reintgen. i decided to give it a shot because the main complaints were slow first half (that’s fine) and “unlikeable main character” (a woman with questionable morality). it was pretty good! the high point for me was the main character, in fact. i don’t really want to spoil anything so i won’t go into details but it definitely toys with your expectations in ways i appreciate. looking forward to more in the series!

i finished out august with they were here before us by eric larocca. this is only my second book by larocca (you’ve lost a lot of blood was my last book of 2022) but honestly i already knew i would read anything by them. this book is kind of a collection of short stories but they all have a theme that ties them together and are meant to be read in order. i love his prose, I love his weird imagination and imagery. this is exactly the kind of “unsettling and weird” that i will eat up. easily a new favorite author of mine. (their books are not for everyone, i hasten to add. they are very much for certain tastes. warnings in this book for some mild body horror as well as animal and child death.)

oh just kidding i forgot i read two books that day. the real last book i read in august was after they came by tom kavanagh. it is not a plot twist that this is a story about someone (a teenage girl specifically) living with paranoid schizophrenia, which i believe kavanagh also has. it’s clear this is a very personal story to him, and the horror comes not from the delusions or behavior this girl is having but from knowing she is trapped in them, scared and effectively alone. it’s very heartfelt.

in september i read a couple of shorter works. the first one was “undercover” by tamsyn muir, which is part of amazon’s “into shadow” series of short horror stories. being only about sixty pages this is nowhere near the ballpark of locked tomb’s twisting density but it still really draws you in. it’s a good time.

the other was the novella sour candy by kealan burke patrick. let me start off by saying! this is a grim one. there’s no real catharsis here. it’s just down, down, oh look we can go even further down. i guess it’s not my preferred type of horror, but it was still a good read.

in september i also read a full-length novel, sawkill girls by claire legrand. this is unfortunately my “worst book” of the year but even then it’s completely relative, most of the rest of my reading was bangers. i guess it’s not really what i was hoping it would be. it went places i thought were a bit… idk. i don’t want to say silly, exactly, but it didn’t quite work for me. i think that’s it really, it just wasn’t what i wanted, and what it was wasn’t really for me. important tho: there is sapphic rep and ace rep in here, asexuality in particular being addressed by name, so if you want more of those things, you could do a lot worse than this.

my third nonfiction read was in november and it was the woman in me by britney spears. i decided to crack this open and hopefully read it over the last couple days before my library hold ran out and i ended up devouring it in one sitting instead. like the other memoir on this list, this is a tough read. you will get angry, you will get furious, you will get sad. most people do not come out of this looking good at all and i am so glad brit and her ghostwriter decided to pull no punches. again check the trigger warnings, there’s a lot of abuse of a person with mental illness here, including forced institutionalization and of course the extremely unethical conservatorship. there’s also discussion of an abortion that was difficult and not especially wanted. i’m so so so so glad that she is free to live her life and speak her truth and i hope she gets to live happily with her boys and her man forever.

another book i read in one sitting was exit, pursued by a bear by ek johnston. i found this awhile back when i was looking for modern shakespeare retellings, specifically for one of a midsummer night’s dream, though as you can probably guess from the title this is actually inspired by the winter’s tale. so, there’s no getting around that this book is about sexual assault. it’s very blunt and frank about it, though the assault is not described, only the events leading up and the aftermath. weirdly, i would describe this as something of a slice of life more than a “message” book. this is the story of a seventeen-year-old girl getting on with her life after being drugged and raped. it’s primarily about her recovery especially through her relationships with friends, family, and others. it contains episodes of her triggers (the song that was playing just before she blacked out being a big one) but is primarily about her fighting desperately with everything she has not to let it dictate her life. warnings aside from sexual assault include discussions of forced pregnancy and abortion.

so, i’ve been wanting to read katzenjammer by francesca zappia for quite awhile now, but the price will not drop and the library down the street doesn’t have it. but then i got a card at another branch and voilà! let me warn you now that this is a sad book. it does not have a happy ending. i was warned it was sad going in and i was still not prepared to be absolutely gutted on a spit by it. i figured out what was going on about a fifth of the way from the end and just. cried from that point on. bawled my eyes out. might cry again now. so good, for the record, zappia has an undeniable way with prose and imagery, and there are sketched drawings throughout to shape her vision. i cannot give proper content warnings without dropping a major spoiler, so it will be up to you to decide how you need to approach this book if you want to. i will say that it is NOT sexual assault, though there is quite a bit of bullying that at points can feel a bit threatening in that regard, if that makes sense. i recommend it if idk you have tastes similar to mine (again, i did love it) and are willing to just be really fucking sad for a few hours.

i got a couple more library books in december. the first was my fourth and final nonfiction book of the year, another memoir, counting the cost, by jill duggar (dillard), her husband derick, and a credited professional writer, craig borlase. i have way too many words that i feel should be said about this book for one bullet point. i think it’s important to remember that jill and derick are still conservatives with some toxic and very harmful values, but jill has done incredible work deconstructing and derick has been a phenomenal husband to her. this book feels… unfinished though. it’s clear there’s still a lot that jill has not come to terms with. i hope that she can continue to grow and find peace. and i hope that others who are escaping fundamentalism can feel seen by this.

i took a break from my other library book (below) bc i just really wanted something i knew would be light and fun and easy to read, so i turned to ship wrecked by olivia dade. this is the third book in a series, the first two of which (spoiler alert and all the feels) i read last year. each one is about a couple with one (or two in this case) actors from a fictional show that is… i mean it’s game of thrones but make it greek myth. she doesn’t even try to hide it, it’s game of thrones. the thing that drew me to the series, aside from the fact that it just sounded like fun, is that all the main ladies (and in this case the man as well) are fat. as for this book, i think it’s probably my least favorite of the three. the fmc maria is pretty great but the mmc peter is easily my least favorite of the three male leads. dade doesn’t write toxic men, let me add, and all three books are dual pov so you really get to know both characters, but he just wasn’t it for me. i wish that the other characters got more screen time, especially since the books are not that short, but dade prefers to really dig into the psyches of her leads, unpacking their baggage and traumas to build healthy relationships, and i do appreciate that. downside is that there is not much diversity, other than her three ladies are each different kinds of fat (and don’t get me wrong, i love that and want to see more of it). this book has a lot of background queerness though so that was nice to see. i wonder if she intends to write a book about the wlw couple from the show, but i don’t know since afaik neither of those ladies are plus size. i’d read it, or really anything else she decides to do with this world.

the other library book i read from this batch was leech by hiron ennes. people describe this as a weird book but honestly if anything it could have been weirder. i went in without knowing a thing about it besides, like, taz blurbed it shut UP i doNOT HAVE a proBLEM. quick sketch this takes place in a very post-apocalyptic world and is about a doctor going to a remote isolated northern region during winter. yep, that’s all that it’s about. content warnings for body horror, both of the icky kind and the psychological kind, miscarriages, infant/child death, violence, and discussions of grooming and sexual abuse. it’s not really about those things (except the body horror) and when it comes up it’s generally less than a page at a time, but like. it’s all there and you should be careful. i would say it’s more about identity and autonomy and what it costs to break free. and body horror.

i read the burglar in the closet by lawrence block. i came across this book because one of my booktubers put it on his best of 2023 list and it sounded fun. and it was! it’s actually from 1978 and the second book in a series but i didn’t read the first book and was fine. there’s quite a bit of sexism but the amount and the framing of it didn’t make it impossible to enjoy this book. the narrator has such a strong voice and there are some genuine laughs to be had. plus, the ending surprised me! it was well-crafted! it’s a quick read and i’m pleased i took a little detour through it.

and the last book i’ll probably finish in 2023 (who knows!) is maeve fly by cj leede. i literally just now finished it and have to sit with it before i give it a proper rating and all that. there were times i wasn’t sure how i felt about this book. the narrator has such strong nlog edgelord energy but in her defense, she is literally a serial killer (i don’t think this is a spoiler tho it does take her a minute to say on page that she has killed). there are a lot of lines that had me rolling my eyes a bit, mostly because they were always the lines that were marked as frequently highlighted, like yeah, predictable. but there are also a lot of moments of genuinely beautiful prose, and a kind of macabre humor over it all. things really go off the rails in the last 20-25% or so but that was definitely my favorite part. technically i’ve seen this book classed as on the milder end of extreme horror, basically just be aware that there is a lot of very, very graphic violence. but the thing is, i read this book primarily as a metaphor, tho i’m not sure how much the author meant it as one. the ending makes me think perhaps she did. and honestly, framing it that way, maeve is actually… painfully relatable. why do i feel like i just got put on a watchlist somewhere. uhh, i could go on about it a lot, but you don’t care, you don’t intend to read this book. plus it’s more important that i mention that this book takes place in los angeles, except the parts that are in anaheim, because maeve plays princess E— at D— (never named but not at all obfuscated). the author does treat anaheim like it’s part of LA and i KNOW I KNOW it doesn’t matter TO YOU but the main thing i kept thinking was, wow i bet that commute is a bitch. i actually really liked the D— stuff because it’s all a bit inside baseball, employees and anaheim residents will capital K Know. there were also some really great descriptions of LA, and it just was nice to read someone put to words what the actual appeal of living around here is. it’s difficult to explain because people always come in with so many preconceived notions. as mandy moore put it, it’s a city of open doors. (lmao i just saw grady hendrix blurbed this as “anaheim psycho.” chef’s kiss.)

anyway i could easily finish something else if i set my mind to it but i kinda wanna maybe crack into something a bit longer. those last two were both under 300 pages, and even leech is not that much over it. or maybe i’ll just let myself disappear into bg3 until the new year.

#no books in march bc i was playing resi4 #or october bc i was playing bg3 #or july bc i was depressed #deep thoughts

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okay so massive scenario..

atg!mc had developed a serious fear of being in love and cheated on after watching her father repeat the same actions on her mother for her entire life; gets caught cheating, begs for forgiveness, swears to never do it again, her mother takes him back only for him to cheat once again. so when she actually feel in love with jimin, the thought of her lifelong best friend coming up to her with “proof” of jimin being in a romantic, intimate with one of his coworkers, she immediately believes it. confronts jimin about it and refuses to believe his innocence no matter how much he begs her to believe him. knowing he’s turn her in, she stays but with a few rules. he isn’t allowed to sleep with her on their bed, no more hugs and kisses, she doesn’t even want him to speak to her. this leads to jimin crying every night on the couch o the point he will literally puke on himself from all the crying. if he would try to hug her or hold her hand she weird roughly push him or slap his hand away hard. begging her daily to believe him, which she refuses. this goes on for a few months until mcs found out by her best friend boyfriend, her friend had lied about everything. the texts and pictures were all edited. everything. all because the best friend had wanted jimin since they were all in high school and hated mc for having his full attention. finding this out, mc rushed home to see jimin in the couch sitting straight up, playing with his hands, silently crying while big tears rush down his face. she instantly drops to her knees jn front of him, wrapping her arms around his waist, sobbing of ho me sorry she was. she begged him to forgive her, to not ever leave her, pleading that she would do anything for him to give her another chance. she had put him through hell for months, never believing a word from him, being absolutely ruthless towards him.

would jimin take her back instantly just being happy she finally loves him again or after the time he had to think about everything, the distrust, the meanness, the hatred.. would that actually be the last straw for him?

Oooooooh the angst! This was also so incredibly sad, like picturing Jimin like that just hurts me deep in my soul ��

But, as crazy as this sounds, he would take her back. He is just so completely obsessed with her and craves her love so deeply that he would take her back in an instant. He wants her love and her love only. I think he would bring it up every now and then just to remind her of how loyal he was despite the way she treated him. And while that would make the MC feel bad he's also right, she would realize how incredibly loyal Jimin is.

Also, I am so sorry I made you wait so long for a reply! You have been in my inbox waiting for a while now! But, this was fun to read so thank you for sending this to me, I hope you still get to see this response 💜

#asks #all that glitters #what if

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Caroline, you have great taste. Pretty please, can I have some book recs?

I like romance, fantasy, sci-fi, anything! Frankly, genre isn’t as important as having the Caroline stamp of approval. Please, I am dying out here in the book dessert.

oh my dear darling anon you are the sweetest person EVER to say that to me <3

honestly i am kind of ALSO dying in the book desert!! i've read fair amount of books this year, but i haven't read that many that i would consider really *great* -- i've read some that i thought were fine (and some that i thought were really awful) but honestly it's SO difficult to find books that are really GOOD (though that said it's also probably because i've been mostly trying to get a grasp on contemporary fiction because i feel like that was a huge gap in my literature brain after college, and what i'm learning is that a lot of contemporary fiction is kind of... not great.) ALL OF THAT SAID though i am happy to talk about some good books i have read recently!!

the last book i read that i thought was truly amazing was why be happy when you could be normal? by jeanette winterson -- it was the kind of book that made me want to turn myself inside out and scream into a void for like three hours (i mean that as the highest compliment). it was a book that made me feel like YES!! THIS IS WHY WE DO IT!! THIS IS WHY WE READ AND WRITE AND TELL STORIES YES!! it's winterson's personal memoir and i thought it was just so well-written and incredible to read. i have a lot of her books on my reading list and i can't wait to read more of her work!!

another book i read recently that had me straight up sobbing by the end was the travelling cat chronicles by hiro arikawa -- i saw someone describe this book as "like reading a studio ghibli movie" and i thought it did feel like that in many ways!! fair warning it was super sad and i literally had to put it down because i could not read it through my tears, but it was cathartic and poignant and beautiful all at once and i really liked it

in my quest to get away from contemporary fiction i also read rebecca by daphne du maurier because it is my grandma's favorite book and she lent me a copy of it. and well... it is really a flawless book. i mean plenty has already been said about rebecca so there isn't much i have to add and i guess it's sort of a basic recommendation, but it really is a good book haha

a contemporary debut novel i read that i thought was pretty good was the margot affair by sanaë lemione -- i was at the library and i just happened to grab this book off the shelf, and i thought it was a really interesting piece. as far as contemporary literary fiction goes, i thought it was actually really well done. the plot was interesting and engaging, i thought the characters had dimension, and the prose was nice to read as well

i also just read the book cultish by amanda montell and i thought it was a great read. i posted a few quotes on here that i really liked and i found it to be really illuminating and thought provoking. the end was a little meh to me but the first like 75% of the book was genuinely amazing and i think that anyone who is like, alive in the world should read it, because it has some really fantastic insight into cults, language, and influence. it prompted me to re-examine a lot of things in my own life and past -- and i think it was a fruitful exercise and i wish more people would do the same.

some other books i've recommended before but that i do genuinely love (most of which i read in college) would be: homegoing by yaa gyasi, there there by tommy orange, a visit from the goon squad by jennifer egan (side note i just found out that she released a sequel to this book and i have it on hold at the library and i'm very excited to read it), emma by jane austen (the best book ever written), and anything by louise erdrich (my personal favorite is the plague of doves). and if you want to peek inside my brain it's always good to read more shakespeare, though honestly it's probably better to see shakespeare done live. (random side note, i recently got to see the play teenage dick and i thought it was one of the best modern shakespeare adaptions i've seen in a LONG TIME. maybe ever.)

my ya recommendations are the same as always... the hunger games, percy jackson, anne of green gables, howl's moving castle. same with my classics recs: emma, les miserables, great expectations. there are plenty more i can think of but those are my top books of all time :P all of those are books i have read and reread countless times and they never get old.

well hopefully that was even a little bit helpful and perhaps i will have even more new recommendations soon! and as always please send any book recs my way as well -- i love hearing what you guys are reading and i'm always on the hunt for new things to read!!! <3 <3 sending all my loveeeeee :)

#answered #anonymous #book recs #<- i should tag these!!

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I posted 5,598 times in 2022

That's 2,450 more posts than 2021!

84 posts created (2%)

5,514 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 4,076 of my posts in 2022

Only 27% of my posts had no tags

#cats vienna - 186 posts

#vienna kitties - 104 posts

#linadoon art - 86 posts

#riccardo sinisi - 67 posts

#rainbowratsstuff art - 65 posts

#yes - 63 posts

#cats vienna revival - 63 posts

#magical mister mistoffelees - 54 posts

#the rum tum tugger - 51 posts

#oasis kitties - 50 posts

Longest Tag: 119 characters

#it's mostly going to be 1998 and vienna because my other videos are untagged and i often don't know who is playing who!

My Top Posts in 2022:

From Alex Auler’s Instagram

It’s official: Vienna Revival Cats ends in June. I am Sad. 😥

BUT GUYS I HAVE AMAZING NEWS!

I am officially going to Vienna in April!!! My sister is on Spring Break and we’ve both always wanted to go to Vienna.

I AM GOING TO SEE CATS VIENNA!!! And I already have front row tickets booked (possibly more than one night). I am so excited and incredibly grateful to have been able to make this happen.

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Curtain Call Footage from April 14, 2022 (Cats Vienna, Ronacher Theatre)

Notes under the cut!

April 14:

Someone did a wolf-whistle at Tugger during the pause in the Misto number and Tugger looked at Misto and was like “oh HO!”

Just watching Alex standing during Pekes & Pollicles with his arms outstretched, eyes glancing sideways, beckoning for Louder Barks while continueing to smile winningly at the audience.

Munkustrap Wiggles during Skimble!!!

Rhys premiere!

Very reactive/active Cori

Tanto and Cori are super cute with each other and interact a lot!

OMG CASSANDRA YOU ARE BLOCKING MY VIEW AGAIN

Barbara totally has the “tipsy Diva everyone feels kind of sorry for” vibe

Munkustrap is REALLY conflicted about Grizabella—watching Munkustrap’s Face Journey is one of my favorite parts of this show

Interesting with Barbara Griz he wasn’t so aggressive during their Show down—in fact he reaches for her with a conflicted, yearning look on his face, then turns and leaps away. It absolutely parallels Demeter, and I didn’t see it with any of the other Grizabellas.

Munkustrap does look at her with pity for a good portion of the show. There is a History Here. (Also Barbara is Smol and Alex is Tol and it is extremely adorable)

Aulerstrap was FERAL tonight folks

The Demestrap PDA was pretty intense and hilarious tonight.

I mean it’s always there, but Anneke and Alex played it up to the nines

During Moments of Happiness when Munk goes to stretch out elegantly at the front of the stage he smolders at Demeter and slowlllly stretches his leg out. And Demeter gives him a look over her shoulder.

As Tugger is trying to convince everyone to give Misto a chance, they are TOTALLY MAKING OUT in the dark like DAMN you two get a room!

Munk raising up above Demeter and stroking down her leg before they fall down in to the cuddle pile 😳😳 (Bomba is there too on the other side. In fact Tugger, Munk, Demeter, and Bomba kind of curl up together)

Munkustrap doesn’t want Bomba there when Tugger appears—perhaps their combined energy would make the stage combust or something XD

(She comes back later when Munk is relaxing in the back and going with the flow)

Petra is an elegant and sexy Bomba. Anneke is showy and voluptuous. Birgit is reserved and seductive. I loved them all but I think Anneke’s might be my favorite.

Munkustrap bopping his head along to the trio during Gumbi and he and Misto doing their little dance together

When Jenny appears in her outfit and starts tapping Munk does a Toe Tap too and it is SO CUTE!!!

He and Misto do a little dance together before Misto has to go put his tap shoes on

Also Tap Dancing Mistoffelees? BEYOND precious!!!

Munkustrap curls up on the tire with Jenny’s fluffy robe

Lecherous Pirate Munk is back! (Not so great a view this time Growltiger kept blocking my view of the Raffish Crew!)

Sinisi Tugger and Aulerstrap are Gay Pirate Boyfriends. While Snova Tugger was a little jealous of Munk’s crush on Griddle, and Dominick’s Tugger had more of a crush than Munk, clearly both of them here have a thing for Griddle and they are 100% on board with that. Also it takes them ages to get Comfy in the Oven!!

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Denise Jaustranig Strikes Again!

Borderline Criminal

Seriously?

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Excuse me, Sir - Who gave you the right??

(From Alex Auler's insta stories)

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Bows from the Vienna Cats Revival, April 6!

Since Bill Bailey was cut, Matthew Levick did the Tumble flips as Mistoffelees!

Footage was filmed by me @falasta. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT ATTRIBUTION. Thank you!

I have notes about the show, which I will get up as soon as I recover from Jetlag brain.

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Guys I think I might have a thing for Cats Vienna -- do you think it shows?

#year in review #Riccardo Sinisi just snuck himself in there 😂#Poor Alexanderstrap Auler didn't make the list #nor did Munkustrap at all!#Youtube

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Lots of new Beau and Big Sky information today, and I have thoughts 📕🖋🗒💭

It isn't news that Jensen is the nicest, most professional, person to work with, and it's well documented that he utilizes his talent not just to excel in his own role, but to help make the whole project better and more fun. But it still makes me happy to hear someone say it, because it's something worth acknowledging, I think 🥺

All the ladies want Beau, and are we really surprised? 🤣🤪

But, in all seriousness, it sounds like it's going to be a bit of Big Sky meets The Bachelor, and I'm not sure how I'm feeling about that. I am firmly Team Arlen and Hoyt. Give me Beau and Jenny, or give me nothing (I'd say "or give me death", as hyperbole, but they actually might, they might be planning to kill Beau off, and I don't think I can handle that 😱), I will go down with this ship.gif ✊🏻💕

Carla 🤦🏻‍♀️ I really hope the "he's still in love" thread is there to show him getting over it, I really don't want to see him running for the whole season after someone who doesn't love him. Also confirmed that she left him for Avery? Not, she left Beau and then met Avery and married him, but that she left him specifically to be with rich tech dude, who may or may not (leaning heavily towards may) be involved in something shady. If I disliked her before....... ho, boy 🤨

I'm really intrigued by Jenny and her backstory with her mom, we haven't gotten to see a lot of her background in the past, and I'm really looking forward to that.

Both Jensen and Katheryn being on board the Beau and Jenny relationship solidifies my personal feelings about it, because they're both incredible at their jobs, at knowing their characters inside and out, so I trust their instincts, and it's nice to know that depth and chemistry in the relationship is something they're seeing too, and, I'm just in general very excited to see that develop, see how they are in their current dynamic, and hopefully see that turn into something more! I want to see Beau and Jenny work together, rely on and support each other, their flirty banter, hopefully lots of deeper scenes with them talking about their pasts, helping each other heal, panicking when the other is in danger, job hazard as it may be, continuing to gaze at each other for Reasons™️ (no, I'm still not over the car scene 🥺), admitting their feelings and acting on them. I want it all, the whole package 💑💞🔥

Another thread I'm really excited to see is the backstory of why he retired. He's very young to even be a sheriff, let alone a retired one, so he was clearly very good at his job already if he was made sheriff that young. And then something happened that forced him to leave it all behind, and we know it was something traumatic that he went through, someone who he couldn't save from themselves. I really want to hear more about that, and we know Jensen always kills those kinds of scenes (but then, he absolutely knocks all his scenes out of the park, so there's that 🤣👏🏻 I still want this particular backstory though).

#beau arlen #jensen ackles #jenny hoyt #katheryn winnick #beau arlen x jenny hoyt #team arlen and hoyt #big sky #big sky: deadly trails

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Slave-kun's Happy Life in Another World: Chapter 13

Looking around the room, I noticed clothes strewn across the bed.

Oh, ho.

May I do the laundry? I'm going to do it anyway.

I think it's wrong to dangle work in front of me like a carrot.

From here on, it's time for the slaves to show their true colors.

In the bathroom, I knead the collected sheets and pillowcases in a water ball conjured by magic. The linens swirl around inside the giant water sphere. It looks so refreshing.

Instead of detergent, I use "purification" to clean them, and then I separate them from the laundry by imagining the water I was manipulating being drawn out. This way, they'll dry wrinkle-free and crisp. I drain the extracted water into the bathroom drain.

In this world, lazy people get by with just "purification" for laundry. But washing with water feels better, somehow.

I step out onto the balcony to let the linens get some sunlight… Oh, but I wasn't supposed to leave the room. The balcony is part of the room. No problem there.

The clothes are the same way… no, I wash them individually for each person. Anything that might bleed color gets "purification" only.

I don't know how to fold the washed clothes. I just lay them out neatly on their respective beds.

Haaaa────！！

I'm filled with a sense of elation from a job well done. When I'm on a worker's high, I don't need "powder."

This is how slaves should be.

I start cleaning, riding the momentum.

When I say cleaning, I don't mean using a rag or a broom. I leave it to the convenient magic "Purification." It's easy as long as you have the magic power.

I wonder if I'll get yelled at for cleaning the inn without permission. I think I'd only get yelled at if I made a mess, not if I cleaned.

I'm going to clean. I'm going to do it anyway.

I spread the magic of "purification" across the floor, imagining myself mopping.

"Purification" is a convenient magic that breaks down dirt and germs into something like magic power, but if I'm not careful, it can even strip off a little paint. It takes quite a bit of concentration.

I "purify" the floorboards, getting into every nook and cranny. I also "purify" the drains in the bath and toilet, going deep inside.

I polish everything except the kitchen and Aki's belongings. I avoid the fermented foods, as I shouldn't clean the yeast.

In truth, "purification" is a magic I named myself. I haven't properly tested its effects, so I have to be careful.

Riding the wave, I finish cleaning, polishing every corner of the walls and the beams on the ceiling.

I look around the room, savoring the sense of accomplishment from finishing.

Yes, it's much brighter now.

The walls are clearly a shade brighter, and the air even feels cleaner.

A perfect job.

…Maybe I overdid it.

The difference in efficiency between doing a job while bracing myself for violence and not is incredible, so I just…

It's like a miracle to be able to live so peacefully.

In the afternoon, I decided to take it easy, eating the lunch that had been prepared and looking through the reading material the master had left.

Lunch is a pita bread sandwich with various things stuffed into the thin bread. It's delicious.

I get excited when I find something like thin ham inside, but then my spirits plummet when I find something bitter.

This body must have a child's palate, because it can't handle bitter things. I used to love bitter things!

I drink some water conjured by magic and clean my hands and the plate with "purification" before picking up the book on the table.

The book is bound a little differently than the ones I remember.

The paper is probably plant paper?

I turn the cover, which has some unreadable characters written on it, and am met with a colorful picture of a creature.

The master must have left an animal encyclopedia. This looks fun.

They look somewhat similar to Earth animals, but they're slightly different. For example, there's one with a tiger-like pattern but a lion-like mane. There's also a lizard with webbed wings. I wonder if there are dragons in this world.

The creatures get larger and larger with each page I turn.

And then I realize.

This isn't an animal encyclopedia, it's a monster encyclopedia. Each creature is depicted with some kind of ominous aura-like effect. Next to each one is a drawing of what looks like a stone, its size and material, and a method for dismantling it.

In this world, there are creatures called "monsters" that are different from animals, and at their heart there is a spiky stone called a crystal. This crystal is the power source for various convenient gadgets.

I knew about this crystal because I used crushed stones in my lamp when I was in the mansion. I had no idea it was taken from so many different monsters.

I became quite engrossed in looking through the encyclopedia.

I'll definitely need this kind of knowledge, since I'll be traveling with a party of adventurers.

I'm grateful for the master's exquisite choice. I thought he was a good-for-nothing, but I'll have to change my opinion.

But it's frustrating not being able to read the words.

I wonder if I could ask him to teach me.

Suddenly, the hallway becomes noisy.

Before I knew it, the sun was starting to set.

It looks like everyone's back.

I should go greet them.

"We're back. Were you a good boy… Huh? What's this! Where are we!?"

"Whaaat? …Did we go to the wrong room?"

You're in the right place.

The two who had come in left the room again and closed the door.

Maybe I did overdo it with the cleaning after all.

#slave-kun

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Hey ho fellow aro here. I just wanted to say that after I accepted the fact that I was aro I have genuinely been feeling more in love than ever before. I love my friends so so much and I love my parents and I love the grass and the plants and I love my shows and it's insane how much better I feel.

I am 18 tho so it's gonna be harder the younger you are but I just wanted to let you know you WILL find love. You WILL find people and shows and plants and animals and things who you will fall in love with and it's going to happen when you accept that you just don't feel love the "correct" way.

I was heartbroken at the fact that I wouldn't be in a romantic relationship for a long while and even got into one, and the only thing I liked with it was stuff I could already have with my friends. (I will also say that romance is incredibly overrated imo, like being in that relationship was nerve-wracking. Found out that I also don't like being kissed on the mouth it feels so weird. anyway)

I know it doesn't feel like it right now but for me, these years that I've known and been happy about being aro have been the best years of my life. And no matter what, it's going to get better. That's all I have for you, I wish you well in your endeavors, whether you're aro or not <3

I apparently missed this when it was sent to me. My apologies!

Sooo.. it turns out I’m maybe not exactly aro, cause ehh.. there’s been romantic developments lmao. I’m thinking I might be somewhere on some spectrum though, cause I had a lot of evidence to point to it.

Genuinely, I’d never really crushed on people. It was always just.. “that person would work, if they asked me I’d say yes, but I don’t care that much.” Even people I thought I’d had “real” crushes on. I was uncomfortable with the people I was with when I did date. Kissing grossed me out the few times I’d done it. I don’t know. It seemed like a logical answer, even if I still wanted romance.

I started having a thing for my now girlfriend in like October?? And it hit me like a fucking train. Let me tell you. Never, in my 17 years of existing, have I ever felt like this about a person. I don’t even understand how it’s possible to feel this way about someone.

I’ve discovered kissing is okay, with my love at least. Like I said, it grossed me out and I was uncomfortable before. I think I might have forced myself with those people as well. I hadn’t ever thought about them romantically until I’d been asked out. Then I was just like, “okay, let’s try it”. Which sounds really shitty and I’ll probably feel guilty about it forever.

Not sure what to do with this. Kinda sets the whole romantic orientation thing back doesn’t it? I got a little comfortable just assuming I didn’t like anyone and that’s why I was the way I was. But apparently not? I do have the romance?? Just, only for my love, apparently. Yay for me.

#aromantic #questioning #yay for this #lgbtq

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on the 27th may of 2022, it was this – my 19th birthday, and the first birthday that i would spend outside of my home country and away from my family and close friends. and yet, this birthday was so so incredibly special and has become a core memory to me <3

i woke up early (maybe around 7) to catch an early screening of broker in the palais. walked down to get some breakfast (a croissant or two! they were so great) and ran into a friend who was also going to the very same screening, so we decided to go together, and we got REALLY good seats up in the balcony! there was a scene in the film that made me particularly emotional because of the timing – the characters were in a hotel room and were going around telling each other “thank you for being born.” it was so so sweet and to hear that on my birthday brought tears to my eyes :’)

after that i left to attend the broker press conference in the same building – and i remember this image so vividly in my mind – i walk towards the crowd and i see them, and i think marianna spotted me too, so when i got to them everyone was all bright smiles and wishing me happy birthday!! also apparently the company put out a facebook post wishing me a happy birthday and vic and beryl managed to see it NFDJSKNFJ and vic proposed to get food and continue our gelato hop (that we’ve been doing here and there whenever we got the chance to meet hehe) we made some new friends in line too it was lovely. can u imagine getting to see iu, hirokazu koreeda, song kang ho on ur birthday?? alsa, marianna was so sweet and was translating french translations back to me in english :’)

after it ended, i ran into iana (again!! for the second time!!) outside and talked to her about the film, where she was then asked by a nearby korean tv reporter (was it kbs? can’t recall exactly but i know it was a notable station) to talk about her thoughts on the film! after that, she left and my friends caught up with me, and we explored the WHOOOLE palais building (top to bottom because the festival was ending!!)

we had pizza lunch afterwards (with marianna, ariane, johana, dom, and another girl) and then we got some gelato after!! i went back to the apartment and took a fat nap right before dinner, when colleen woke me up and said “let’s go! we need to go get dinner! they’re already waiting for us!” and i’m like “who? what’s happening??” turns out colleen arranged with vic, marianna, johana and ariane to go get a little birthday dinner with me, and max tagged along a little later! they then got a little tart with a HUGE sparkly candle on it and sang happy birthday :’)) and then because most everyone had seen broker the day before they all said “thank you for being born” to me and my god it was the sweetest birthday celebration i’ve ever experienced :’))

after that, the girls went back to the residence while vic max colleen and i were DEAD SET on going gelato-hopping around the town; there were so many good spots and so many good flavors! we went to 4 (four!!!) different spots and i got all sorts of flavors (lavender, peach, vanilla, coffee), it was heavenly. by midnight to 1 am ish max left to go to a bar so it was vic, colleen and i left at amurino, and we ran into beryl and her friend again at the last gelato spot. as if the day wasn’t crazy enough, LIZA KOSHY showed up to get gelato there too!!

the takeaway of all this is that i can’t believe that my birthday became such a special, special thing while on my trip to cannes. i hadn’t expected ANYTHING like that at all, but the fact that these people who i had only known for like 2 weeks decided to do this for me and were adamant about it was so heartwarming! like i was spending my birthday with someone i had JUST met that day, and he and i continue to stay in touch!! these people were complete strangers to me just two weeks before but there and then they had become part of such a core memory to me. i felt so, so loved <3

27/05/2022

#what moves you today?

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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too early

this is a lil fluffy blurb after the state of his ig stories the other mornings I also realise I am VERY late on this but hey ho

tomhollandxreader

fluff + implied smut

It was simply too early to function. Too early to think. Definitely too early to have any logical thought or attempt any form of comprehensible communication. That’s why when the frankly obnoxious chimes of the default iPhone ringtone reverberated through the previously peaceful room, the reaction of the two inhabitants was delayed to say the least.

It took at least 2 cycles of the noise for you to be pulled from your deep sleep into a semi-conscious state, at which point as a reflex you just rolled over hoping to muffle out the noise with your head pressed downwards. Yet, the pitch of the ringer was just at that ‘sweet spot’ where it was impossible to even try to drown out - one that physically reverberated through your skull. It made you groan whilst growing a lot more consciously aware of your surroundings - particularly to the deadweight of a boyfriend you were currently trying to hide your face into - his strong chest still proving no match for the incessant alarm noise. Fed up and angry for being disturbed, you unpicked your arm from the weird sleeping position it had somehow ended up in , curled weirdly under your right boob, and then shoved at Tom’s side multiple times - rocking him back and fourth.

With a sleepy and incomprehensible word falling off his lips, he then jerkily and suddenly craned his neck up - you felt the movement against the top of your head.

“Turn your fucking phone off” Grumbling into his side, you reworked your legs to try and get comfy again - more than ready for him to decline the call and the two of you to go back to bed. Tom was still incredibly confused and disorientated from the haze of sleep, taking him moments for the cogs to start turning as he stretched over to his bedside table and grabbed the vibrating device from hell…. maybe a bit dramatic but you loved your sleep.

With a mutter ‘shit’ as he winced at the phones brightness, Tom pressed his eyes closed, building up the bravery to face the offensive blue light again. It took a couple of blinks for him to be able to focus on the screen, but when he did his eyebrows furrowed even more at the name and he swiped to unlock the phone - which due to the lack of speed surely was about to ring out.

“-ello?” The hoarse and croaky sound of his voice reverberating round in his chest had you instantly arching up, looking at him with a puzzled and puffy eyes. You couldn’t hear the voice on the other end, but tried to get the drift of the situation purely from reading Tom’s facial expressions in the low light of the bedroom.

“You’re late Holland”

“I’m-I’m late? It’s like-“ Tom cut himself off with a cough to try to clear the morning voice, whilst simultaneously looking over at the bedside to read the clock that said 5:37 am. “It’s 5”

“No it’s 5:40 and we agreed to be at the gym at half past”

Ah. Tom realised. He might’ve forgotten about the fact he agreed to an early morning training session before the morning shoot for Spiderman.

“Oh shit um I-“

“Overslept? Yeh could tell mate. Just get your ass down here I’m waiting on your fucking door step and it’s fucking freezing”

“Sorry I’ll be right down.”

With that Duffy instantly hung up, the automated tone allowing Tom to throw his head back in sheer desperation. Because he knew he had your pouty eyes to face.

“What the fuck did you do?” Of course, your sleepy eyes were still managing to pierce Tom’s soul as he sighed, feeling your chin lying on his sternum, knowing the disapproving way you were looking at him.

“I-“ Opening his eyes and trying to soften you up by cupping one of your cheeks with his hand, thumb gently stroking up and down your cheek. “I might’ve forgot I’ve got a PT session.”

“In the middle of the night?” The look in your big y/e/c eyes was so close to making Tom leaving Duffy on the doorstep all morning- instead opt for a blissful start to the day with you cradled in his arms.

“Before the morning shoot… you go back to sleep love, you won’t even realise I’m gone.” Sighing, Tom lugged himself into a sitting position, forcing you to slide off his body and curl up in the now emptiness of the bed. Honestly, there was nothing Tom would rather do than crawl back up to you and fall asleep in your arms, yet he knew that realistically tomorrow was his day off so that was very soon on the itinerary. Also he just would feel exceptionally crappy if he didn’t get a work out in today, because even if it didn’t feel like it at this very minute, exercise was one of his happy places. You were probably the happiest but the gym made a close second or third place. But finally and most importantly, he was not getting out of this because his shrt tempered and incredibly bulky PT was waiting impatiently at the doorstep.

The issue Tom had though was perhaps just how quickly you agreed, he felt like no sooner had he told you to lie back had you already started to collapse into the pillows. So, after throwing a heather grey top and his simple nike hoodie on he couldn’t help but lean back over the bed to dust your cheek and nose with light kisses.

“You’re not missing me?” He spoke with a pout, while you groaned slightly, eyes fluttering open.

“I love you, but …. I love my bed more” Your sleepy grin completely had Tom enchanted, even in the dim light of dawn, he wanted to memorise every little detail of your face.

“Could the bed have made you cry out its name like I did last night?” The glint of mischief was infuriating, a dirty smirk on his face.

“Maybe you do have you some uses” Sniggering, you pulled at the tufts of his brown curls at the base of his neck, enjoying the way he leaned further into you at the action. “Anyway you absolutely cannot leave like that.”

“Am I just too sexy in my joggers?” Feeling incredibly self fulfilled, at what he thought was a compliment Tom smiled, leaning back up and starting to edge toward the bedroom door. The small beam of light from the hallway that reached through the door even more illuminating the state of him, as if backlight just to exaggerate his stupid look even further. It had you giggling incessantly, even though you were currently being deprived of sleep, it was all worth it to see the absolute birds nest on top of his scalp - the way his brown curls extended and stretched out in every direction, similar to if he had been fried with electricity. The only possible cause for anyone to have the audacity of their hair doing that, only had a single explanation - and the truth of it had you biting your lips slightly, the memory of last night washing gloriously over you.

“Nope… you still have sex hair you idiot and I’d prefer for Duffy not to know the intimate details of our Friday nights.”

#tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tomholland #fluff #tom holland x y/n #tom holland smut

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onouwu · 3 years

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Witch Heart Hunter

From far away, the low din of celebration from the residential area made its way through the large windows of a bare loft, a typically empty unsold apartment. Sounds of people about to welcome the new year melded with the ringing of car alarms and the manufactured happiness of radio pop. A bright shaft of moonlight shone through the overhead skylight, illuminating the brick interior and pristine hardwood floor where a pale brunette trespasser lies in a revealing blue dress with her wide brim hat covering her face, waiting. Time seemed to stop as Daisy laid on her back absorbing the sounds and vibrations of the city around her. Her heart thrummed in anticipation. Goosebumps raised on her bare skin at the thought of what was to come.

“I’m ho~oome!” Crystal announced, always heard before she was seen. Short blue-silver haired with a devilish smile like a fallen angel. Her frame was lithe and frail compared to Daisy’s taller stature and defined curves. She materialized through a portal that appeared by their front door, revealing a beast of endless glowing blue tendrils on the other side before fading away into shadow. Looking up from her position on the floor, Daisy lifted the brim of her hat and gave her hungry look.

“Do you hear that?” Daisy sat up and cocked her head towards the city lights.

“Yes!” Crystal said “It’s like they’re begging to be taken,”

“Mmmh, I hope some do, the willing are fun to play with” Daisy let out “It’s been so long since we last feasted. We’d best be careful not to get overwhelmed”

Crystal laughed it off “You know, the hungrier I get, the stronger I am. Just guard the outside while I take my half and leave you the others, okay?”

Daisy just smirked as she got up “I’ll be counting”

The new year party goers were surrounded on three sides by towering evergreens, and to the north of their clearing was a partially frozen lake. A group of eight sat by the lakeshore, drinking beers, and listening to the radio for the countdown. A loner stood away from them on the ice, looking up at the moon and hugging himself for warmth. On a wooden log next to a crackling campfire, a couple sat kissing passionately. Scarves, gloves, and a white brassiere hung from the branches next to them like exotic flowers in the moonlight.

Daisy perched on a branch in the treetops, Crystal sat next to her, her excitement radiating off her as she peered into the crowd. And so, the pair sat and watched, waiting for midnight to strike when the group would converge. It was then that the witches would feed. “Get ready to say hello to the new year, folks! It’s currently 11:59!” The group hollered in response to the jovial radio host. “If you’re listening right now, I wish you good health, happiness, and safe travels home. We’ll leave it to the city timepiece to count us down. We’re signing off for the holidays! As always, stay safe. Stay inside.” To this, several of the group scoffed.

Crystal elbowed Daisy in the rib, interrupting her observation. She looked beside her to see Crystal, thighs straddling the branch they were on and swinging her legs without a care in the world.

“Hey Daisy, make it snow will ‘ya?”

With a bit of a laugh Daisy’s eyes fell shut and her right hand waved in the air with a bright blue glow. High above the treetops, a cloud swirled and grew. Soon, snowflakes fell to the ground above the opening.

“Hey check it out!” The partygoers oohed and aahed, momentarily distracted by the sudden snowfall. No one seemed to notice that it was only in their clearing that snow fell. As if on cue, their heads shot to the side as the first of many fireworks exploded in the distance. “Ten! Nine! Eight—” The group gathered around the campfire, bottles in hand. “Seven! Six!” The lovers finally separated. “Five! Four!” The loner slowly made his way to the group, avoiding the couple. “Three!” The snow fell harder. “Two!” The fireworks came faster. “One!” Crystal and Daisy stood. “HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

A sound like an explosion rang in their ears. The snowfall had evolved into a storm. A wall of ice sprung up from the ground, blocking the city skyline with what looked like a jagged translucent glacier encircling them. They began to realize the trap they had fallen into much too late.

These walls were soon dotted with portals to another realm where slippery glowing tendrils shot out and grabbed their helpless victims.

“All this energy is going to feed us for days!” Crystal cried out.

Daisy couldn’t think. All she could hear was the sound of the humans wailing and the ecstasy of feeding. She was drawn into the uproar by its momentum. It was hard for her to resist immediately draining the life from these trapped humans, but she walked along the ice wall to scout the area for any alerted human forces. Sure enough, it didn’t take long before she saw a bespectacled woman with dark skin in camos and a black tank top. Her long curly hair a crimson red and her eyes display an unsettling calm when looking at the witch’s trap.

Daisy heeded caution, but she could see from the well-developed physique of this woman that there was a lot of life in her that shouldn’t go to waste. She quickly raised her hand and formed a snowy tornado around her that instantly hardened into a cone of solid frosty ice.

“Ohh what a catch” Daisy let out as she slid down the ice tower and began walking toward the woman who stood eerily still despite her situation. Daisy took the cue however and didn’t get too close before she froze the woman’s feet to the ground.

“You’re full of delicious energy. What’s your name, sweetie?” Daisy let out joyfully as she felt the intense energy radiating off this woman – more than any human she has ever seen.

“Name’s Hilda, dead witch… I want you to scream it loud before I crush your throat” The woman let out. In an incredible display of strength, Hilda slammed her fists against the wall of ice and smashed a hole into it within a second.

Daisy’s heart jumped from seeing such a superhuman display of power, reminiscent of the witch hunters of old. She decided to quickly end it, and summoned sharp spears of ice beneath the woman to skewer her. However, as the ice shot up like a rocket, the woman freed her feet and moved from over the forming pillar, using it as leverage to leap toward Daisy.

Terror filled Daisy’s hungry eyes as Hilda landed within a few feet of her. Daisy could only form a flat wall before her and flee while giving herself a moment to figure out how to handle this mysteriously strong person. Daisy quickly summoned a blizzard behind her as she ran to gain more distance, but all she could hear was the cracking of the ice as soon as it formed. Every step she took those behind her felt closer. Her poor lungs started to wheeze while her heart slammed in her throat, filling her ears with its frantic thrumming.

She turned around to summon another barrier but was met with a heart-stopping gaze inches from her face and a deep agonizing pain in the pit of her stomach. the woman’s fist had just buried itself into her core and robbed her of what little breath she had.

Daisy dropped to her knees, clutching at her chest with one hand, croaking hoarsely as she gasped for air and heaved. This was a blow like she had never felt before. As she lay on the forest floor weak and breathless, she felt utterly helpless. She could only wonder what the woman had in store for her after that.

In her winded state, Daisy managed to roll onto her burning and aching stomach. She desperately clawed at the frozen earth.

“You’re pathetic.” A boot harshly turned her over onto her back. Daisy could only see the sadism shining through this woman’s cold and heartless gaze before she stomped on the pale bare flesh of Daisy’s midsection.

Daisy tried to curl into the fetal position but Hilda shoved her boot in harder, crushing her organs under the hard thick rubber of her boot.

Hilda knelt down and Sat on Daisy’s hips, the relief of that shoe leaving her body wouldn’t hast long before she felt a calloused hand wrapping around her throat and squeezing mercilessly

“Haahkk- aahk—" Daisy let out in a desperate plea for air, grabbing and forming icy shackles around Hilda’s arm. A bright blue glow came from her hands and the ice pushed upward to lift the hand. Despite the intense cold, the determined soldier doubled down her grip. The ice cracking, shards falling on Daisy’s body as her efforts proved futile.

“I hope you all make it this easy. Just give up so I can cut your heart out and add it to my trophy wall” Hearing that makes Daisy’s heart slam against her ribs as if trying to escape its fate, but while Hilda’s hand cuts off the vital route of blood to her brain, its efforts only hastened the end of her precious oxygen supply. Her vision blurred as drool overflowed from her lips. The thick blue veins in her neck standing on end, her purple face and throat bulging, looking as if her head would pop like a grape while she struggled to free herself.

“You know what… I can’t wait for that.” Hilda pulled out a knife, Daisy squirmed beneath the woman with all her might at the sight of the glossy silver blade, but to no avail. The last-ditch effort only brought a smile to Hilda’s face in its futility as her cold steel pressed against Daisy’s breathlessly squirming chest.

Daisy’s gaze rested upon that vengeful piercing stare as her vision faded, feeling the knife bite her skin. Despite her efforts to cling to consciousness and her frantic pleas to her eldritch patron, her body quickly calmed and succumbed to its fate. She could only lie there breathlessly while the cold blade slowly descended into her chest and inched closer to her pounding heart.

“Daaaaaayyyseeee, it’s dinner time” Crystal called out.

Crystal waited for a few seconds before getting impatient. She decided to see for herself what was going on and leapt up to a tentacle which she sat on as it towered above the icy wall “Ugh, don’t tell me you’re not sharing the-“ Crystal watched in complete shock as she saw Someone sitting on Daisy’s unconscious body, continuing to strangle her while slipping a knife beneath her ribs. That shock turned to a hot rage quickly before she lifted her staff and summoned a portal behind the woman

THWACK- massive and slick tendril sent the woman flying a few feet away from Daisy.

The woman let out a “GAH” as she bounced off the ground once and rolled to a stop on her stomach. Ignoring this, she raised her head and looked back to where she stood a moment before. A translucent blue tentacle undulated, its base emerging from a portal near Daisy’s supine body and its tip stroking her neck, another wrapped around the blade which twitched to the beat of the frantic organ writhing against its tip.

“Tsk, tsk. Oh, Daisy. I thought I taught you to last longer than that? Disappointing.” Crystal let out while Hilda looked up at her.

“Hello there! Who might you be, and how did you manage to do that?” Crystal pointed at Daisy.

“You’ll see” Hilda replied

“My friend Daisy back there is a bit of a lightweight, I admit. But still, I’ve never met a non-magical person who could do such a thing.” Crystal planted her staff on the ground and put her crossed arms on top of it. She perched her chin atop a forearm as she leaned against her staff, looking at Hilda with a pixieish smile. “Comeon… What’s your deal? I’d love to know before I… well, you know.”

Hilda, now on her feet, shot a death glare at Crystal. “Oh, you’ll find out what my deal is. Firsthand.”

“Dangerous and snappy! I love it.” Crystal said

Hilda took off and charged the witch where she stood. Crystal ripped her staff from the ground and held it out to her side as Hilda closed the distance between them. The redhead’s fist cut through the air like a bullet, inches away from Crystal’s neck but stopped short as she fell to the ground. She looked back to see a large tendril gripping her leg and pulling her back to the portal from where it came.

“Keep going, show me what you got, sweetie!” Crystal said while more slithered out from the portal and grabbed the woman’s body, slick and wet as they coiled around her limbs and slid down to her wrists and ankles

“Ngh!” A grunt of effort escaped as she struggled against them until she calmed down and let the witch close in. Crystal stood up against the bound woman.

“Looks like you were about to take my friends heart. If you want a witch’s heart so much, here…” Crystal grabbed Hilda’s hand gently and pressed it to her own chest. Her excited heart pounding into Hilda’s palm.

“You have mine already.” Crystal smiled

Hilda ripped her hand from Crystal’s body as disgust filled her eyes. Crystal’s own expression filled with disappointment

“Come on, don’t be so cruel… to yourself! It’s your last moment, don’t you think you should let yourself enjoy it?” Crystal said as she wrapped her arms around Hilda in a tight hug, closing her eyes to feel the nonverbal exchange between their pounding hearts, Crystal’s excitement and Hilda’s rage fueling eachother in every exasperated beat. The life in this woman made her drool, a powerful energy she had never felt before, all hers for the taking. A treat that must be savored. Hilda’s muscular body squirmed against her and moves her delicate and flimsy body around like nothing, held back only by the power of her spell.

After about a minute the captive woman stopped resisting, to Crystal’s disappointment.

“Mmmm, time to-“ Crystal opened her eyes to see Hilda staring down at her with a wicked smile. As she reached for her staff she felt the woman’s hand holding it, the tendril that was binding her wrist ending in a fleshy pulp.

“hey, give me that” Crystal let out as she backed off from arm’s length. The tendrils left Hilda’s body to Crystal’s horror, showing just how faithful her demonic deity was to her as it obeyed its new vessel.

Crystal’s heart sank, her legs began to shake as she weighed her options and held her composure.

“You think I need that? We speak telepathically, and you can’t understand the language of ancient Gods”

“Your guard dog speaks just fine… Nothing’s going to be quite as satisfying as what I am about to do to you now” Hilda let out as she raised the staff above her head. Crystal’s composure dropped and she fell back reflexively, crawling up to run, only to be tripped by a familiar slimy appendage. She frantically pulled at it to no avail

“What are you doing, stop!” she said to the demonic being, though she was met with silence.

Hilda approached with a grin from ear to ear. Crystal couldn’t stop herself from struggling in vain, putting on a pathetic show for her assailant. As Hilda closed in, Crystal puts her hand in front of her face. Hilda grabbed her wrist roughly and pulled her up. The staff glowed in Hilda’s hand and Crystal felt a warmth on her chest.

“Come on, you wanted to have some fun didn’t you?” Hilda let out, stabbing the staff in the ground beside her and grabbing the top of Crystal’s blouse, ripping it open and baring her naked body. Confused, Crystal looked down, her eyes widened at the sight -- her chest covered in the runes of a small portal into her body. The space inside the circle disappeared and Hilda’s hand reached in.

“Ahhh! Wait, wait!” Crystal cried out as she felt an intense pressure in her chest, the thrumming in her ears and body ceased.

Hilda grinned “You wanted to give me this? What a pathetic thing, I don’t even want it… now go ahead, do something, your arms are free.” Hilda let out harshly, sending a new explosion of agony through Crystal’s chest, radiating outward into her weary body while the woman’s fingers sank into the meat of her helplessly squirming life. As her fate set in, she stopped short of giving Hilda the satisfaction of token resistance for as long as she can.

“What a great stress relief, crushing a wretched witch’s heart” Hilda says with a twisted sense of amusement. Crystal remained silent, looking up and spitting in Hilda’s face.

“Come on, bitch, do something fun” Intense waves of unbearable pressure consumed Crystal as Hilda harshly pumped her heart.

“AHK!! Please!” Crystal let out, caving easily as she flailed and tried digging her fingernails into the intruding arm with all her might -- a smile cracking the frustrated frown on Hilda’s face. Crystal’s vision grew blurry, her head feeling light, but the cruel woman’s torment was fueled by her helpless struggling.

“I’d love to keep going but I need to finish what I started with your fri-“

Hilda’s words ended abruptly as a ball of solid ice slammed into the side of her head. When Hilda lets go and fell over unconscious, Crystal saw Daisy behind her, holding her own chest and panting heavily while forming an icy prison Hilda’s body

“Crystal… we need to be more careful” Daisy let out, sitting beside her partner, pulling her to her lap, watching over her while she took shallow labored breaths

Crystal couldn’t speak to tell Daisy how grateful she was to see her. As the portal on her chest closed, every heartbeat sent shockwaves through her body.

“Wh…what about her” Crystal mustered

“We’re going to study her… painfully. And figure out what this new power is.”

#cardiophile story #cardiophilia #heart

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this-is-my-procrastination · 3 years

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hi honey! (●’◡’●)ﾉ could i request a oneshot with Dazai, and reader is just always sleepy? like if she sits still for longer than thirty minutes, she’ll be passed out? thank you!

pairing: dazai osamu x sleepy!reader

synopsis: sleepy y/n has trouble staying awake

request: hi honey! (●’◡’●)ﾉ could i request a oneshot with Dazai, and reader is just always sleepy? like if she sits still for longer than thirty minutes, she’ll be passed out? thank you!

a/n: omg im so sorry this literally took me 10 million years to finish!! i think i’ve rewritten this like more than four times at this point lmao but hopefully it turned out ok and you like it! as always, thank you so much for requesting ily <33

A pair of lips delicately brush your cheek. Your eyes flutter open, groggily blinking the sleep from your eyes as you slowly register the owner of the offending lips. To no one’s surprise, it’s Dazai’s smug face that beams back at you, grin softening as he teases, “Look who fell asleep again~ If you weren’t so cute, I might be offended y’know?” His playful pout causes you to giggle, your boyfriend already helping to make waking up so much less vexing than usual.

Retaliating to his teasing remarks, you attempt to ruffle his messy tuft of black hair but find that his head is sadly more than an arm’s length away, much to your dismay. Looking back down at your disheveled bedhead fondly, Dazai pulls you into his arms as you release a few indignant retorts. The movie you two were watching had been in its closing scenes, but when he looked towards you to ask your thoughts (and ask why you’d been so quiet after literally the first thirty minutes), he was met with your very cute, very endearing, very much asleep expression, eyes shut and mouth slightly ajar. Your head was adorably leaned against the crook of his neck, and he would prefer not to admit it, but he had spent more time than he realized just admiring your dozing features silently, appreciating and marveling at this human who made him feel so loved. Past Dazai would have scoffed at a serious romantic relationship that didn’t end in double suicide, but right now, the thought of not being able to spend peaceful moments like this with you was the most excruciating punishment he could possibly imagine. How could he imagine someone else when even just your sleeping face was so incredibly adorable to him?

Your freshly-awake ramblings brought him back to the present. Dazai lets his fingers drift and find its place loosely running down a stray strand of your hair, twirling it cheerfully as he listens to you continuing on.

You suddenly stop your rant, staring at him with an amused expression on your face before you gently prod his side, “What’re you so deep in thought about?” You pondered the possibilities, “Could you be thinking about what to eat? I’m pretty hungry too after that nice nap!”

“No, no,” Dazai dramatically denies your question, waving his hand dismissively, “Well - I’ll never say no to a snack, but I was actually mesmerized! You just look so cute when you’re sleepy~”

You playfully roll your eyes, nudging him with a teasing “uh-huh.”

“Is that why I can get away with falling asleep around you?” your smile is warm as you meet his eyes, and Dazai’s heart quickens just slightly, “I told you that you can wake me up since I sometimes fall asleep before I realize. I appreciate you always taking care of me though, Dazai. You’re a very good boyfriend for that~”

Your praise is music to Dazai’s ears as his lips quirk into a smirk, “Oh-ho, am I finally getting the appreciation I’ve been deserving? I’m glad you finally noticed!” Your boyfriend’s hand pats your head affectionately, and you laugh aloud as he plasters a quick sloppy kiss to your forehead.

You’re about to playfully call him out for his touchiness but your boyfriend’s chest immediately puffs out theatrically, “But don’t you worry! I’m self-sworn to protect my sleeping beauty for as long as I live - actually, even from the grave!”

Dazai’s sudden knightly attitude cracks you up as you swiftly duck out from under his hand. You grin widely at his antics before matching his energy with a statement fitting for a true princess: “oh, ya - uh! ok thanks buddy! so then, Sir Dazai, lead the way to the kitchen and let’s make a mid-movie - oh, never mind the movie’s over - a post-movie snack!”

Dazai’s cheers ring through your apartment as he eagerly yet still surprisingly delicately, always being careful to keep you unscathed and present by his side, grabs your hand and escorts you into the kitchen.

The plan was to make brownies. So, why is Dazai furiously beating a bowl of grainy “whipped cream” that he’d made using a combo of water and specifically granulated, not confectionary, sugar? Why is more brownie batter on cabinet doors than in the baking pan? Why is the salt tipped onto its side, spilling its entire contents into some kind of abstract shape on the countertop?

One reason: food fight. Maybe your abundant sleeping habits had finally caught up to you, but you had never felt as invigorated and actively mischievous as you had when you’d swiped some brownie batter onto your boyfriend’s face. It was worth it! You think. You thought. Dazai’s brown hues absolutely shined with mirth at your pathetic attempt of provoking him. You were prepared for him to laugh it off and call you adorable, maybe naive for playing with fire, but ultimately he would chuckle and move on. Except, that did not happen. Instead, he had immediately retaliated with an even bigger glop thrown into your hair, partly accidentally and partly to be a li’l gremlin, and oh boy, it just escalated from there.

The whipped cream Dazai had whipped up for “quick ammunition” was quickly used up - Dazai scooped it, and the heap had seemed to grow impossibly bigger with every additional spoonful. Currently, his smile was widening and creepily stretching ear-to-ear as his starry eyes zeroed in on your vulnerable form.

The ruthless battle continued for a while, but after finally agreeing to a truce, you both couldn’t help but stare at the resulting mess with equally blank stares.

“Mm... okgoodnightbabe! I’ll see you in the morning!” You almost trip over yourself as you flee, throwing a cursory glance at your incredulous boyfriend before giggling and rushing to close the bedroom door before he can follow. Dazai’s whining carries through the solid wood, but you playfully call back, “I’ll give you anything you want - just pleasee do the cleaning! And if it’s too much, come to bed and we can deal with it in the morning together, ok?”

You could clearly picture Dazai’s pout in your mind as the sound of his footsteps fades towards the kitchen. Smiling fondly, you quickly change into your pajamas and hop into your shared bed to wait for his return. However, listening to the distant clanging of bowls and whooshing of the tap water proved to be an effective lullaby, and you couldn’t help it as your eyes began to flutter and eventually stay closed.

By the time Dazai finishes cleaning, the dark night sky was starting to brighten and mix with the warm oranges and reds of sunrise. He quietly opens your bedroom door and is met, not really to his surprise, by your sleeping lump of a body. Dazai’s brows furrow slightly, but he quickly notices the open book laying by your form and realizes that you had been up waiting for him. He could also tell you by the blankets messily strewn around you - usually you preferred having them wrapped around you like a tight burrito.

At that, Dazai lightly chuckles, his heart warming at the thought. He takes his time putting on a fresh set of clothes and rolls his eyes as he ever-so-gently tucks the blankets over you. The bed shifts as he climbs in carefully, but Dazai quickly freezes as you start to mumble quietly. Your words are inaudible, even as Dazai strains his ears to hear any (possible) secrets that you could be spouting. Shifting restlessly, you roll around and suddenly shoot out your arm, making an interesting grabby motion. Dazai almost lets out a laugh as he wonders what in the world you could be looking for, but his eyes widen when you make contact with your boyfriend and immediately calm down, hand gripping his shirt loosely.

As your body relaxes, Dazai feels a wide smile creep up his face, adoring and almost grossly soft. And he lets it. He just can’t help himself - he leans in and places an affectionate kiss on your forehead, lingering there before pulling back and squeezing next to you under the covers. He shifts your arm into a more comfortable position, and as you unconsciously flip to face him, Dazai’s eyes soften into a sweet but intensely warm chocolate brown. If you had been awake to open your eyes, you would have witnessed a rare but genuine sight: your boyfriend’s peaceful expression illuminated by the quiet sunlight of dawn, his eyes deeply staring into yours with endless messages of comforting assurance and happiness, and his lips subtly quirking into a tenderly loving smile shared only for the two of you.

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