#I drew it in like an hour and a half which feels crazy

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1/4 dresses for Sunny. Though, is this really a dress? More of a top and skirt. But I'll count it!! @tway-la slowly working my way through all the dress prompts hehe

He gets lil paw feets hehe

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#the next three will be... difficult #ahem #anyway #this was fun!! #I drew it in like an hour and a half which feels crazy #proud of it though #complaintsconcepts #dca fandom #dca #I'd add image IDs but Idfk how to describe the dresses

[f1letters]

lavender haze | mv1

"I been under scrutiny, you handle it beautifully"

summary: after winning his second championship in another controversial way, max needed her by his side more than ever as the media tried to tear him apart

warning: a little bit of angst for Max, but overall fluff for the couple, swearing, suggestive language, mentions of the championship-deciding races of Abu Dhabi GP 2021 and Japan GP 2022 from Max's point of view, mentions of scrutiny from the media, Jos Verstappen lol

pairing: max verstappen x reader

word count: 2.8k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past. also, I would like to point out that I didn't write this as a personal opinion/critique of Ted or anyone involved in the whole Sky Sports scandal (which is why I didn't use his name or his exact words in the story and why I only used the controversy as a reference/inspiration very loosely), but rather wrote about what I imagine were the thoughts/feelings of people on Max's side (himself, the Red Bull team, Jos, etc), regarding this matter.

dutch words used: schatje = baby; liefje = honey

and we are back! once again, thank you all for being so understanding about me skipping last weekend 💜 I hope you enjoy this little story, as always!

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Meet me at midnight

Ever since he was just a little boy, all Max dreamed of was being a Formula 1 champion.

To have his name written in the history books. To have his legacy immortalized in the records for eternity.

From then, Max spent all of his hours, days, weeks, months and years preparing for it. He gave all of his blood, sweat and tears for it.

For that exact moment: when he stood right there in Japan, tall and proud, with his trophy in hand, after being announced World Champion for the 2nd time.

Lying in bed that night, staring at the ceiling next to his girlfriend, the driver could still feel the euphoria coursing through his veins.

He couldn't believe how lucky he was to be in that position. 

He had everything he could ever want: his biggest dream came true twice, he had a successful career that so many envied, and most of all, he had the best person in the world by his side.

At the end of the day, it didn't matter all the money, the victories, the parties, the luxury if he couldn't have her there in his arms.

Y/N was everything to him, and he knew that the championship victory was as much hers as his.

Max let his hand run through the shiny strands of his partner's hair, the warm skin of their bodies pressed together, while Y/N drew random figures with her soft fingers across the man's toned chest.

The couple remained in each other's arms, not saying too much, both still over the moon and completely in awe from the unforgettable day they just had.

"I'm so proud of you, my love." Y/N broke the silence installed in the hotel room, whispering her words. "You can't imagine how happy I am for you."

Staring at the ceiling with you

Oh, you don't ever say too much

And you don't really read into

My melancholia

Max half smirked with his eyes half closed as sleep began to creep in.

With his eyes locked on the girl before him, the boy tucked the hair that covered her face behind her ear and stayed like that for a few minutes. Just living in the moment, letting her words sink in, appreciating what life had given him.

"Thanks, schatje. For everything." He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. "I'm completely crazy about you, you know that?"

Y/N laughed shyly, moving her body even closer to her boyfriend's, laying down on his chest. "Stop, Max! You know I get all embarrassed when you start saying stuff like that."

"You stop! I'm just telling the truth!" Their laughter filled the room in pure harmony. Max stopped, returning to his moment of gratitude. "I just love you. So much, Y/N. This is all thanks to you."

"This is all thanks to your talent, baby." The young woman rested her cheek against the driver's bare shoulder. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

Y/N knew that Max would immediately understand what she was trying to say.

The girl couldn't help but fear that the Dutchman would let all the scrutiny behind yet another championship win bring him down.

Max had a whole facade around him. Max appeared to be confident, poised, collected, unfazed by all adversity, and sometimes even self-centred and arrogant because of his posture on the track. 

But deep down, Max was nothing but a fragile little boy, still trying to seek his father's approval.

Max was obsessed with perfection. Everything he had to do had to be absolutely spot on: every corner had to be perfectly executed, his car had to be at its best at all times, any position other than the first one was simply not good enough.

Knowing him better than anyone, Y/N knew how to handle him beautifully and knew that in the back of Max's mind, the fact that this was yet another victory tainted by controversy was tormenting him, even if he tried to hide it.

I've been under scrutiny

You handle it beautifully

All this shit is new to me

Both of them could only imagine all the headlines, the comments, the criticism. All because of a loophole that was never under the driver's control.

"Don't worry about me." Max answered the unspoken question the girl posed. "I don't give a damn what people say."

The harsh words that came out of his mouth seemed to be an attempt to convince himself more than her. They both knew that.

It had been almost a year since the boy had been named champion for the first time and yet to that day he still suffered attacks due to something that (once again) was not in his power to change.

Y/N didn't push, knowing the argument was going nowhere, and instead chose to joke with her boyfriend to lighten the mood. "Well, I don't know if you know this... but you look so much hotter as a two-time world champion."

Happiness filled Max's chest as he chuckled, turning their position so that his body was on top of hers. His lips roamed over her neck, leaving soft kisses and nibbles along the way, until he strayed away to deposit an intense and passionate kiss on her mouth.

His head lifted slightly, creating enough distance between them for him to speak, though their lips were still touching. "What if I showed again how it feels like to fuck a two-time world champion, hmm?"

I feel a lavender haze creeping up on me

So real, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say

No deal, the 1950s shit they want for me

I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

Two weeks passed until the next race, the couple trapped in their lavender haze.

The Texas sun cut through the clouds in the sky and reflected warmly on the girl's skin as she entered the circuit, side by side with Carola.

Both friends over the last few years since they met in the Red Bull garage through their partners, the young women understood each other perfectly: both were reserved, with no great desire for attention on them, just there to support their lovers.

As always, a peaceful and relaxed conversation was taking place between the two, as they strolled around the paddock with smiles on their faces. 

Carola told Y/N all about the latest incident at the Perez house, with the small sibling clashes between Checo Jr. and Carlota, and the other girl just laughed. She knew how happy those children made her friend and she couldn't wish anything else for Carola.

Suddenly the mood around them seemed to change. 

The environment that before was serene, relaxed, and enthusiastic now gave off a heavy, tense, nervous energy.

Y/N started looking into the faces of the people they passed for answers, aware that they were looking at her. What the fuck is going on, she thought to herself.

Carola sensed the discomfort on her friend, placing a concerned hand on the girl's shoulder. "Y/N, are you okay?"

"Well, I'd like to know the answer to that question too," Y/N confessed without too much thought. "I don't know, honestly. I have a feeling something is wrong."

"Maybe it's nothing," The Mexican tried to calm her down, running her hand up and down along her friend's forearm, although she was aware of the gazes in their direction too. "We're almost at the garage and we'll clear everything up."

Walking through the navy blue walls, the tension only intensified in the air. 

The faces of the team members showed worry and nervousness, and the PR team rushing back and forth relentlessly was a sign that something had gone wrong during the drivers' media duties following their practice session.

Knowing Max like the back of her hand... Y/N knew it was him.

All they keep asking me

Is if I'm gonna be your bride

The only kind of girl they see

Is a one-night or a wife

"Hey, where's Max?" Y/N asked her father-in-law, Jos, who wore an angry look on his face. Although their relationship was distant, she knew that if anyone was aware of everything that was going on in her boyfriend's career, it was his father.

"Would also like to know." The man replied dryly, running a hand impatiently through his hair. "He just walked out of here like a fucking coward, and left the others here to sort out his shit."

Y/N swallowed hard, knowing it wasn't worth wasting time trying to defend Max as all the words she would say would go in one ear and out the other. "What happened?"

"That shitty reporter, that's what happened." The older Verstappen replied, raising his tone. "That bastard had the nerve to say on live TV that Max didn't deserve any of his titles, and he panicked like a pussy. I didn't raise him like that - I raised him to be a man, not a little boy."

Without a second thought, Y/N turned her back on the man and grabbed her phone, trying to call her partner, only for her call to go to voicemail.

Unconsciously, the girl opened her Instagram and immediately came across the reporter's now-viral video.

"He doesn't seem to be capable of winning a championship without some sort of scandal. First, Hamilton was obviously ripped off in Abu Dhabi; now, they award full points in a race that wasn't even half finished because of some apparent 'loophole'?! Favouritism at its best."

All of a sudden, the air seemed to have difficulty getting into the girl's lungs, the temperature seemed to have risen dramatically, and Y/N started to feel dizzy as the media started to bring up Max's history.

Max, where are you, she asked herself, begging for a sign of his presence.

I find it dizzying

They're bringing up my history

But you aren't even listening

Y/N looked everywhere: in the garage, in his driver's room, in all the different rooms in the motorhome, in the back of the building, in the cafeteria, everywhere. 

She was starting to run out of options, but she knew he had to be around somewhere since his exit from the circuit would not be discreet at all, quite the contrary.

If I were Max where would I hide from the world, she reflected, desperate to be reunited with her boyfriend. Of course! In the place where everyone least expected to find him.

With a hurried step and depositing complete confidence in this last and risky idea, Y/N set off on her way until she came face to face with the red walls, embellished with the Prancing Horse symbol.

Deviating towards the back of the Ferrari building, Y/N felt her heart return to its normal rhythm when she set her eyes on the image of his lover.

There he was, sitting on the grass, with his vision pointed to the sky, so small and so fragile that no one else would be able to see him hiding there.

The girl slowly approached the driver, almost afraid to startle him, until he eventually noticed her presence when she was only a few inches away from him. His shoulders visibly relaxed at the sight of his girlfriend, and a small, forced smile appeared on his face.

"Of course you found me," Max whispered, placing his hand on the girl's thigh, who was now sitting on the grass next to him. "I guess you already know what happened."

Y/N laid her head on his shoulder, hugging his strong arm. "Yeah, I saw it... I'm sorry Max, you don't deserve this."

I feel a lavender haze creeping up on me

So real, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say

No deal, the 1950s shit they want for me

I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

That lavender haze

"I don't really care," Max spoke, shaking his head. "Let them say what they want. It doesn't matter to me."

"Baby…" The young woman knew that he was doing what he always did: bottling it up inside, hiding his feelings, just like he was taught to do his whole life.

"Liefje, don't worry. I'm fine, I promise."

"Max, stop doing this." Y/N touched his face, forcing him to look at her with his noticeably teary eyes.

"Y/N-"

"Max, please." The girl begged. "You don't have to pretend to be strong with me. You can be honest; you can scream, cry, freak out, you name it, and I'll always be here to listen."

The Dutchman took a deep breath in acceptance, leaning his head back against the red wall. "I'm just tired, you know? I try and try to do my best at all times and it's never enough. Not for the media, not for my dad, or-"

"For me, it's more than enough." The girlfriend interrupted. "And it should be enough for you too. You shouldn't care what others say… Especially your father." She teased, forcing a laugh out of Max's mouth.

The boy contemplated her words for a few seconds, placing a kiss on her temple. "I love you, you're the best."

"I know," She replied, bumping his shoulder playfully. "But I'm serious, Max. No one should have enough power over you that they can make you feel inferior, or less than you are. You are Max fucking Verstappen, two-time Formula 1 world champion. And so much more to come, I don't doubt it for a second."

Talk your talk and go viral

I just need this love spiral

Get it off your chest

Get it off my desk

Talk your talk and go viral

I just need this love spiral

Get it off your chest

Get it off my desk

The girl jumped to her feet, waking the driver from his own thoughts, and reached out to him with both her hands to help him get up on his feet too. "Come on, champ! Enough sulking here and let's face the world with our heads held high, shall we?"

Much calmer after getting it off his chest, Max looked at her with eyes shining with pride and, accepting her help, he got up. Instantly, his arms found their place around her waist, as did his lips on hers.

The couple shared a calm kiss, enjoying their moment of peace in the midst of such a chaotic situation.

"Thanks, schatje." Max said, returning his mouth to hers seconds later. "I can never thank you enough for everything you've done and do for me every day."

"I would do anything for you, baby." Y/N smiled wide, the dimples in her cheeks becoming noticeable. "Anything."

I feel a lavender haze creeping up on me

So real, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say

No deal, the 1950s shit they want for me

I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

On their way to the Red Bull garage, the two reappeared in the paddock, hand in hand, eyes only on each other.

With them, dozens of photographers and journalists emerged from the shadows, hunting the Dutchman for his comments and trying to get controversial headlines for their next articles.

But from Max, they only managed to take away the magical smile he had stamped on his face while talking to his girlfriend.

It was almost as if nothing had happened to him, such was the confident and determined posture the driver now assumed.

There was nothing like a good dose of love to make someone feel on top of the world, and Max was living proof of that in front of all those prying eyes.

Get it off your chest

Get it off my desk

That lavender haze

I just wanna stay

The world could crumble around them and they would still manage to stay on their feet.

They were a team. They had the perfect balance between them, the strength to face any obstacle together. Like two separate souls born to be reunited, in this life and all lives to come. Born to be on their lavender haze forever.

"Just you and me, liefje." Max whispered so only she could hear over the screams and camera flashes.

Y/N pulled him by the arm closer to her body in search of the comfort he conveyed to her every time, and smiled discreetly at him.

"You and me against the world, my love."

I just wanna stay

In that lavender haze

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[bendydudeinc]

This is my first time asking for something, but could you write about Izuku x Reader trapped in a small space, perhaps like a quirk accident that happened, and Izuku and reader were both trapped in a box or room, it could be anything. Or like after class and have to hide in a cabinet or anything related to that ig. If you want, of course, could I be smut. It's up to you if you want to add kinks, but I really like this idea, and I've had it for a while. I hope ots not weird. Thanks, and good luck! ☆

I gotchu😏 I got a bit ahead of myself with this one, hopefully it isn’t too far off what you wanted!

Boxed in with #1

PAIRING: Izuku x AFAB nonbinary reader

CONTENT: SMUT BARELY ANY PLOT, you and pro hero Izuku get stuck in a quirk accident together

CONTENT WARNINGs: Praise, size kink, slight public play, claiming/cum kink, sex in tight places, slight choking kink, consent is hot as hell, vocal Izuku is a sweetie during sex, reader is called darling, baby

H/n - hero name

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You walked down the streets of Tokyo with your head up confidently, scanning for possible crime or anything abnormal. Fans pointed as their faces lit up, squealing when you turn to wave in their direction. You smiled to yourself, you loved being a hero. It made you feel so happy to see people that looked up to you, that felt moved by your ideologies and heroic efforts. You were so grateful that you made it up the hero chart so quick, but it still felt so surreal to you sometimes. So surreal that you’re really a pro hero. The number ten hero, h/n. It felt even more surreal that you graduated along side and were now working with Japan’s number one hero, Deku. You pressed on the small intercom device used for communication in your ear.

“Everything good over there number one?” The intercom sizzled before you got a response.

“Good here h/n, no new activity to report. You want to grab a bite? It’s about lunch already.”

Your face lights up, “Yeah, I’d like that. Wanna get some Katsudon?”

You giggled when he excitedly agreed, making your way to the restaurant you’d always go to together for his favorite food. You shook your head in attempt dismissal of any romantic thoughts of him. You knew that you two were just friends and worked together, but you couldn’t help the electricity you felt every time you were around him. The urge to melt into your seat whenever he made eye contact. The dorky smile that wouldn’t leave your face no matter how hard you tried as you listened to him fanboy. The warmth you felt in your heart when he showed his concern and care for you. His passionate personality and sincerity drew you like a moth to a flame. You couldn’t even help yourself from staring at his tall, strong, toned figure at times. His muscles were huge, but not obnoxious. His eyes and smile were absolutely gorgeous, you’d stare and giggle like a four year old for hours at them if you could. His jawline could probably cut the tension you had in half too. He looked like a God. You swore he’d caught you a couple times, to which you got flustered like crazy and completely brushed it off. You didn’t know he’d smirk to himself, definitely aware that you check him out. Everything about him just drove you crazy. You may have been a hero team, but the chemistry below the surface was blossoming like bunches of daisies every minute you spent together.

You arrived near the entrance to the restaurant, waving at Deku as he noticed you approaching and smiled. That expression quickly changed to seriousness and worry, and before you could ask, blue electricity formed around him and he was tackling you onto the pavement. You flinched, Deku shielding your fall as much as possible. You groaned and opened your eyes to see…nothing…..pitch black.

“Deku? Is this a villain attack?!” You started to get up to prepare for a fight, but bumped hard into Deku above you who groaned in pain, your hands then feeling around the solid cold walls at your sides that trapped you.

“I think someone’s quirk went out of control! The woman I saw across the street didn’t look like she had malicious intent, but I saw this…cement stuff coming out of both of her hands. She looked panicked.” Deku did his best to stabilize himself above you as you hit your hand against the hard cement on your sides, though to no avail.

“My quirk won’t be any good for this. You can use yours, would work perfect for this right?” You ask in a slight panic.

“Not when I’m s-so close in proximity to someone. There’s not enough space for me to safely use my power without hurting you, possibly seriously injuring you. Let’s wait here until someone can help or t-that lady figures out how to free us.”

You looked up to where his face would be in the dark, his stuttering making you now very aware of how close he is to you. You could feel his breath on your face, his legs and hips on yours. Your face burned red, and you prayed that he couldn’t see you too, or hear your breathing slowly getting heavier. You tried to shift your position but in the dark, not so easy. You nudged Deku off his balance, making him fall directly on top of you. His head fell into in the crook of your neck, waist and chest pressing against yours snuggly. The feel of his lips right next to your skin sent chills down your spine, butterflies pooling in your lower tummy. You bit your lip hard. He made a surprised sound and quickly propped himself on both of his forearms. You heard him start to stammer out an apology, but your body reacted without you being able to control it. You sighed out loud, your hips slightly rocking up to grind against his; too overwhelmed by the excitement of finally feeling him against you to realize what you’re doing.

“H-hey, what are you- crap.” His arms flexed on either sides of your head. You wanted to cry. You were so embarrassed, but you didn’t say anything. You were too scared too..until your eyes widened when you felt something press against your crotch. All fears of judgement and embarrassment slowly disappeared. Did he…like this?

He made a quiet noise of arousal as he began to cautiously grind down onto you, “You…you sneaky thing. Oh gods~”

Your body flutters with pleasure at the sound, hearing him so close to your ear. It was all so good, the sexual tension building for months finally slipping as you let the heat take over. You almost couldn’t believe your best friend and the number one hero really felt this way about you like you did for him. He began kissing your neck, nipping teasingly at your skin, listening for when he hit your sensitive spots. You suck in a breath and whine, tilting your head back when he latched onto one. He groaned, pulling away slowly after leaving a nice purple mark that he’d later aqpologize for. He doesn’t know his own strength

He hummed, happy with the reaction he got from you. He continued kissing your neck, stopping to whisper sweet nothings in your ear in between. “Hey I- I’ve always wanted you. I stare at your lips a lot because I wish more than anything to kiss them. I dream about holding you, about making you feel good. Making you- making you moan my name. I want this with you. I wanna make you feel better than anyone else could ever h-hope to measure up to. Fuck- I need more of you baby, please tell me..do you want me?”

You writhed under him in response, feeling your pussy clench around nothing. He wrapped one of his hands gently around your throat, earning a hard tug on his curls. The harsh grind of his cock against you said he liked it. He tightened his grip, his long fingers sinking into the sides of your neck. You were in shock, falling headfirst deep into the hole of lust, you could barely even think.

“Answer me my darling please talk to me, I want you s-so bad. Tell me. Do you want me? Want me to make you f-feel good?” He panted, struggling to shift, but managing to grab both of your arms, pinning them at your sides as you experimentally wrapped your legs around him. You moaned, the feeling of him keeping you down making you feel so small. His erection only grew, teasing your clit as he sensually moved against you. Your thighs twitched in anticipation around him.

You want to scream with joy as you reply, “Yes! Yes I’ve always wanted you so bad, I feel the same way Deku please, keep touching me?”

He moaned at your confession, gripping your arms tighter and rutting his hips into yours. By then, your eyes had adjusted to the dark, able to make out the side of his face and some of his hair. You figured it was the same for him as he pulled back as much as he could to lock eyes with you. His beautiful green eyes glowed lime with desire when he saw how needy you looked. He grinned wide, his expression shifting to one of confidence and determination. He leaned in to kiss you, and you felt like your entire body exploded with fireworks as your lips met his. You both moaned and whined into the kiss, deepening it as he showed his dominance over you, his tongue overpowering yours. You began struggling against his hold, wanting to challenge him. He pushed down on your arms harder, re-enforcing his power over you. You moan loudly nto the kiss, and he couldn’t help but laugh, backing away to observe you.

“Y-you really like that don’t you? Knowing I can hold you down like this?” His tone was curious, but demanding. You stared into his dilated desperate eyes, nodding your head frantically.

“Mmmm, do I have consent to do whatever I want with you honey?” He cooed into your ear, making you whimper uncontrollably, bucking your hips in need for him.

“Fuck. Yes Izuku please have your way with me, I want you to fuck your cum deep inside of me and make me all yours! I’ve been waiting so long…too long..do whatever you want!”

His eyes darkened, letting out the most slutty, strangled moan you’ve ever heard. He let go of your arms, scrambling to slip off your costume from the waist down. You helped him as he balanced on one hand to unzip his as well. You still couldn’t see completely clear in the dark, but you could tell he was big as he pulled his leaking cock out. It looked really thick. It made your mind race, almost cumming right then as you imagined the stretch. He started rubbing the length up and down your swollen clit, hissing as it got coated in your slick. You were going brain dead, whining like a dog as he teased your poor desperate hole.

“Don’t worry, it’s gonna feel so good I promise darling. Gonna stretch out your wet pussy s-so good ok? I love you. I love you, gonna make you all mine baby.” All you could do was nod, practically crying for him to put it in.

He whispered in your ear, “Hang onto me.” You obliged, wrapping your arms around his large shoulders as he slipped it inside of you. The feeling was inhuman, like a rubber band was going to snap so hard inside of you it might make you see heaven. You scratched down his back hard, each inch making you see a new galaxy of stars as you cried out. He moaned loud, resisting from pounding into you. Both of you lost in this moment, completely forgot that this is happening in…public.

He groans and shivers. “Doing so good baby look at you sucking me in. Almost all the way. D-does that feel good?”

“Yes! You feel so g-good Izuku oh my god. S’big, the stretch is gonna m-make me cum~”

He blushed hard, unaware before that his dick being girthier than average could be such a turn on for somebody.

“Good. I’m so glad. Go on then, feel good b-baby cum on me. Cum on my cock so hard.” He slammed the rest of his length inside of you and began a medium pace, mouth opening in a silent scream as he heard the lewd noises your dripping cunt made. Your bodies felt so right meshing together; you moaned in harmony, your scratching motivating him to go faster. He kissed you deeply to quiet some of your screams as you came almost immediately, the pleasure of him ramming precisely into your g spot too much for you to handle. You gasped as he pulled back to catch his breath.

You needed him. More. You needed him so bad it hurt. “Oh my god- oh my god cum inside of me Izuku! Please! Fill me up, I need it! Gonna cum again with you~!”

His hips stuttered, gripping your waist with the strength to leave a mark as his eyes rolled back, whimpering into your ear as he fucked into you harder than ever. Slap slap slap could probably be heard by anyone within a twenty foot distance. He choked out a loud moan and came inside of you. His last thrust was almost unbearably rough, holding you still on his cock as it sat deep inside of you, cumming against your most sensitive spots. You were too lost in the moment to even realize he had moved slightly to play with your clit, making you squirt as he came, the rubber band snapping hard as you gushed around his cock. He collapsed completely on top of you, both of your cum and juices leaking from around his cock and down your ass and thighs. You both laid together, holding each other close and giggling from the love drunk feeling.

“Did you- did you like that?” He asked as he caught his breath, kissing your neck sweetly.

“You- you’re wondering that while you just made me squirt, Izuku.”

You both laughed and continued praising each other, almost forgetting that help was supposed to come soon. Neither of you complained

“Oh and Izuku? I love you too.”

#deku #deku smut #deku x reader #izuku smut #mha smut #mha midoriya

[kitscutie]

So I hear you are taking Drew request. Could you please do one where him and the reader have a standing date every week where they have like a spa day? He does her nails, she does his face mask and they just watch movies all night. Thank you!

relax (drew starkey x fem!reader)

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐 ꜱ𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀ꜱ: 𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿

ꜱ𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄, 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝖺ꜱ𝗄ꜱ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗅ꜱ, ᖯ𝗎𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇'𝗍 ᖯ𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺ᖯ𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝖺ꜱ 𝗁𝖾'ꜱ ᖯ𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗋𝖺𝗂ꜱ𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗏𝗂ꜱ𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇ꜱ𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾ꜱ𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆.

𝖺/𝗇: 𝗍𝗁𝗂ꜱ 𝗐𝖺ꜱ 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾ꜱ𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ᖯ𝗎𝗍 ᖯ𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗈ꜱ𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ꜱ𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒! ᖯ𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾ꜱ𝗍ꜱ 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇! ✩

You walked through the airport with purpose. It had officially been sixty five days and eleven hours since you last saw Drew, your boyfriend, and you were feeling withdrawal symptoms.

Of course the airport wasn't the most amazing place to have a reunion as paparazzi were rife in areas like this, especially when they had been tipped off which it appeared they had been as a line of them had grown outside according to Drew's text.

You didn't really enjoy them, as an actor yourself you had experiences with them before dating Drew and found it was much worse when you didn't have a protective support system and so you felt forever in debt for him simply being there.

You understood it was their job but they sent your anxiety crazy, all the camera and voices. Questions you weren't sure you could answer and so you decided it would be better if he picked you up than calling an uber. They would come whether you were alone or with him anyway.

As you rounded the last corner to the exit of the airport you saw him, buzzcut (which you were yet to see in person) hidden under a dark green cap. Body swallowed by sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt, you had never been so happy to see someone in your life. You would never tell your mom that.

As he saw you, you could assume he smiled as his eyes crinkled though it couldn't be confirmed due to the blue medical mask he wore over his mouth.

Now practically in a full sprint you struggled to keep your suitcase up straight, practically dragging it on its side along the airports floor.

"Holy shit." You whispered as you jumped into his arms. He smelt like comfort. Like home.

His arms wrapped around your waist tightly and you could feel the imprints of his many rings pressing into your waist. It was so familiar that you felt your eyes grow teary.

One of his hands moved to cup the back of your head when he heard you sniff. Gently coaxing your head from the space between his shoulder and neck in order to see your face.

"You're crying? Baby, you're gonna break my heart." He chuckled as you broke the hug to wipe at your eyes though he quickly pushed them away, cupping your jaw with his own two hands and using his thumbs to wipe away any left over tears.

"I didn't expect to." You laughed though your voice cracked making it sound sad. "I think I have attachment issues." You added, half joking half serious.

"Maybe." He smiled as he finally removed the face mask from his mouth. God you had missed everything about him down to his smile and teeth.

Deciding you couldn't wait any longer you pulled him into a kiss, hands placed delicately on either side of his waist, hands gripping tightly onto his jumper while his stayed on your jaw.

It was passionate yet gentle. Conveying all of the love you had missed out on the past couple of months. As you pulled away he held your foreheads together.

"I love you." He said, and although it wasn't the first time your heart jumped out of your chest.

"I love you too." You said, leaning in for one last peck before you began the long journey to his temporary home.

"I've never been so grateful to be at a rental home in my life." You sighed, faceplanting onto the bed before turning onto your back. Staring at the ceiling.

Your plain view didn't last long before Drew crawled over the top of you, hands on either side of your head.

"Mi casa, su casa." He winked. You laughed, fingers planted in the now little hair he had. He could pull of any style effortlessly. "You like it?" He asked.

"Yeah. Handsome." You whispered in a trance. "I brought you something." You smiled.

"A gift?" He asked, smile equally as wide.

"Kind of? Just something I've missed." You replied, scooting off of the bed and unzipping your suitcase before pulling out a small clear bag filled with face masks and nail polish.

You watched in delight as his smile grew bigger and a laugh left his perfect lips. "How could I forget? We're two months overdue on a spa date night." He said. Reaching inside and pulling out a bottle of lilac nail polish.

"Wanna paint my nails?" You asked. You knew he did.

"Hell yeah." He grinned, moving into the bathroom to grab a towel so you wouldn't cover the bed in the almost irremovable stuff. "We should go live. They've missed you." He added, talking about his fans. Voice echoey from the tiled room. You chuckled letting out a quiet 'sure'.

Re-entering the bathroom he placed the towel down next to you while grabbing his own phone and beginning the live.

"Hey guys." He said, eyes distracted on opening the bottle of nail polish.

"They are saying your hair looks good." You smiled, loving how kind they were to him. You reached up to ruffle a had through it though he swatted it away in order to begin painting.

"Still." He said, placing it down on his thigh so it would stay steady.

"Sorry guys, he's a bit of a control freak." He only scoffed, continuing his artwork. "Feel free to ask questions we have a bit of free time tonight."

Finally interested, Drew scanned the screen looking for a question he liked. "What's it like kissing the two hottest men on planet earth, and getting paid? Asks Dilfydrew766." Drew laughed, the question directed at you seeing as your character dated JJ Maybank in the show while you dated Drew.

"It's great, thank you." You joined in his laughter. "Oh this ones for you, do you ship Rarry?" You asked.

"Are you kidding? Yeah I do, have you seen Nick? What a hottie." He faux fainted to which you giggled. He continued to paint your nails while you both answered questions and everyone watching fan girled over your relationships cuteness.

"Done!" He grinned, proudly lifting your hand up to the camera.

rarrysmooches: THEY LOOK SO GOD WHAT-

jjsmullet: can act and paint nails? what cant he do

daddydrew453: UR SO LUCKY Y/N TF-

"I know, the luckiest girl. Thanks Starkey, I'll grab the face masks." You answered, getting up to grab the face masks. As your back turned to the camera he continued to read the comments though his hand gave you butt a gentle pat, something he often did when you walked away or got up.

"You're welcome baby." He said before continuing to answer the fans questions though the comments were now flooded with words of how cute you were together or the fact that the pet name baby sounded so hot coming from him. You couldn't help but agree.

“You wanna do green?” You asked, sitting down with a few options he could choose from.

“Sounds good.” He agreed, stilling so you could begin the application. “Where have you been? Someone is asking.” He added.

“I’ve been back at home doing little jobs, mostly just missing this guy.” You smiled, pinching his checks with your hands as they hadn’t been painted in cucumber mint clay mask yet.

“Isn’t she sweet.” He mocked in a high pitch voice all while kissing you on the cheek, though his smile gave away that he had missed you too. "When is the new season of Outer Banks?"

"Definitely not allowed to tell you that." You chuckled, making sure stayed silent.

Finally finishing the application of his and your own face mask you decided to take some photos on your phone while the live continued on his. You couldn't stop laughing as he automatically kissed your cheek due to it being one of your most common poses but was faced with the clay mask instead.

"Oh my god. It's in my mouth!" He said, though it was hard to hear due to his attempt to not let his mouth touch his tongue.

"Babe, stop." You giggled, grabbing a towel from the bathroom to wipe his mouth before you decided that was enough for the night. Wetting said towel and wiping both of your face masks off. "Well, I'm gonna deal with the big baby, I hope you guys have a great night!" You joked, ending the live even with Drew's protests that he needed to defend his honour.

"Have fun?" He said sarcastically, still smiling like he always was.

"Yeah. Just glad to be back with you." You equally smiled, leaning over to kiss his lips.

This is what home felt like.

#drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #obx fanfiction #rafe cameron #drew starkey x actress!reader #outer banks #obx fic #outer banks fic #drew starkey x fem!reader #rafe cameron x you #hellraiser

[angeltannis]

So I listened to the entire Echoes from the Borderlands podcast #1 about BL1 and there wasn’t really too much of substance lore-wise, but the tidbits I appreciated were

-They wrote the entire story of BL1 in “about 40 hours”. Like, 1 work week. It shows tbh

-Angel’s name during development was VOG (pronounced like “vogue”), for “Voice of God”

-Tannis in BL1 was written by an autistic person! (Mikey Neumann) He said he drew on his own experiences as a person on the spectrum and how it would affect one’s reaction to trauma when writing her BL1 characterization.

-Lilith, Roland, Mordecai, and Tannis are all names from the Old Testament, but they didn’t really have any reason for doing that besides making it seem like there were deep meanings behind the names LOL

-They named the game “Borderlands” because they viewed it as an area in-between other areas (being the first RPG/shooter hybrid) . Randy compared it to an area of grassy concrete next to a highway but before the trees

-Randy originally wanted BL1’s gameplay to be a perfect loop, where you defeat the Destroyer and then Marcus pulls up in the bus and it’s the character select screen again. They added the Hyperion satellite and the Interplanetary Ninja Assassin Claptrap end scene literally just for shits and giggles and had no intention of following up on it. (They didn’t even plan to do DLC for BL1 at all)

-They started working on BL2 before BL1 even released

-Randy originally didn’t want a robot character, he thought it was “trite” and overdone, but once they made Claptrap into an annoying failguy he changed his mind and liked him.

-Before they got Cage the Elephant for the opening cutscene, Mikey wanted to try for some Bob Dylan song lol… and apparently Randy said No chance he’s gonna let us put one of his songs in this stupid ass game (not even kidding, that was his reasoning for picking another artist)

-Crazy Earl hiding behind a door was 100% a cost-cutting measure because they didn’t have the budget (or time) to design another character model

-the illustrated ink bits with Marcus’ storytelling at the beginning came from one of the guys just fucking around in After Effects very shortly before the game went gold

-it seems like the majority of this game was made that way lol. The title cards were Mikey fuckin around in Photoshop, the initial trailer was his very first trailer edit, and half the voices were just him and Randy because they didn’t have the budget for too many fancy VAs

-they like the art style of the series, but they also feel like it holds the series back somewhat. Randy mentions numerous instances of players rejecting the game on the basis of wanting something more realistic. (To which he says Fuck that lol and I agree)

-Related to that, they said they tend to focus more on what they want to create rather than how well they think it will or won’t do in the gaming market.

-They feel like developing the BL series is getting progressively more fun as they expand the world and see how far they can develop the setting, characters, and weapons.

#borderlands #echoes from the borderlands #Patricia Tannis #angel the siren #gearbox #Tannis

[kayrllylikesblitzwing]

Da dumb won ze poll

So I drew him

OKA SO HERES THE THING I forgot today was Easter till I went out with family n friends so when I got home about like what two hours ago I realized Huh didn’t do any Easter post which I mean is fineeee

But then I RECALLED that in a discord server I’m in its lowkey tradition for me to draw Blitzwing cus I always do it and then I realized SHIT I haven’t even made a SKETCH so I Drew this REALLY FAST I hope u guys like it GRAAAH

Last year I drew hothead in a similar rabbit fit but I probably will NEVER POST THAT EVER because it’s terrible and I hate it I love hothead and SPEAKING OF WHICH how come I can’t rig my own polls HOTHEAD ISLOSING BY 20 MILLION GAZILLION VOTES WAAAAAAAAH WHERE ARE THE HOTHEAD FANS AT pull up PULL UP random is winning by HALF THE VOTE H-A-L-F HALF (I am a hothead fan)

ALSO ALSO ALSO the Blitzwing poll is HILARIOUS every hothead fan sends like paragraphs upon paragraphs on why hothead is the best which I AGREE someone posted something on the poll like Did you know toothgaps were a sign of beauty and I read that and my mind EXPLODED NO WONDER HOTHEAD IS SO ATTRACRIVE I love these paragraph upon paragraph explanations of why hothead is the best because we all know he definitely can’t read Thus he wouldn’t be able to read to paragraph and understand how badly we are embarrassing him by calling him our little silly rage schnookums and baby boy

and then icy fans are funny bcuz they are simple. Succinct. Icy fans just be like yeah icy is the most attractive 😍 that’s why I like him that’s why he is the best and to that I ALSO AGREE icy kinda looks like one of those high-cheek boned high fashion models I feel like he is simple though like if I beat him in a game of chess he would surrender to me and we would be married I will sapiosexually bottom him he’s probably like a chess grandmaster with like 20 million degrees and phDs in being smart and devilish sexy so that would be hard to beat him

And then random fans are just like. Heeheee hoohooo he’s the funny man and I CONCUR I feel like random like. Made Blitzwing. Like if hothead n icy just existed without random Blitzwing wouldn’t be Blitzwing he would be Blutzwuss RANDOM is the funny glue that says one-liners from time to time but the one liners are the best thing you’ve heard all day and they make your day and heal your depression or something

He also has a crazy long tongue so I see the appeal I see 😝😝😝😝

Anyway happy Easter THANK YOU for looking at my post n my ramble daily reminder that Blitzwing is pretty cool and I am still brainrotting Okay Love You Bye

For April fools should this blog become a astrotrain love club or Blitzwing HATE ZONE🤔

#transformers #maccadam #shitpost #tf art #transformers art #blitzwing #Blitzwing. in bunny suit. #Blitzwing.Blitzwing.BLITZWING IN BUNNY SUIT #TFA #transformers animated #I swear guys I’m normal NORMAL.

[timpac-capstone]

Week 2

Day 1: I liked doing the turnaround drawing for Double D last week so for this week I did a multitude of character turnarounds varying in shapes and art styles. First I did Larry 3000 from Time Squad, since he's a robot he is made up of many geometric shapes unlike Double D. Geometric shapes can be difficult to keep consistent when you're changing perspective constantly but it came out very well in this test.

Day 2: Looked at a couple Japanese anime model sheets and I noticed a few differences. American characters tend to have 4 or 5 turning frames while the Japanese only have 3 or 4. But because they have fewer frames it isn't a smooth turnaround rather each frame tries to pack as much information about the character as possible. Now if I were an animator who didn't know anything about Misty I would notice that one frame has her bag, meaning that she is probably a traveler. Also, the way her legs and arms are positioned in each frame makes me feel like she is impatient but tries to act like she isn't based on her facial expression. I usually have a tough time drawing anime faces and the first frame didn't come out so well for me but the two others are pretty spot on. Also, they even gave more information on her bag in the model sheet showing that it's probably gonna be a big part of her character. Also her hand in frame two looks so goofy that I tried to fix it my version.

Day 3: Not a turnaround animation but still just as important! I was lucky enough to stumble upon the walk cycle for Pikachu while looking for his turnaround model sheet. I thought it would be interesting to see how I would fare in animating a quadrupedal animal running. This also let me experiment with timing a bit, normally my turnarounds are 0.2 seconds long for each frame but it felt too slow for this one so I used 0.1 seconds instead. If I put no delay it looked good but it looked like Pikachu was running for his life. I think this is one of my favorite studies that I did because of how smooth and consistent it is between each frame and I've seen Pikachu run so many times that I feel like I nailed it.

Day 4: After the Misty drawing, I was really interested in seeing what Jake the Dog from Adventures Time model sheet would look like since Jake can stretch into whatever he wants he should have a pretty crazy model sheet. It was pretty normal, I thought after I drew it out I would see something unique that I wouldn't see at first glance but it was pretty standard. The constant moving of the hands is a bit distracting.

Day 5: Wanted to go for something more creature-like, so I chose Patrick from SpongeBob. Patrick is pretty simple to draw but this still took me like an hour and a half to completely draw it out.

Day 6: Okay so this was a bit interesting, I wanted to see what a model sheet from an old Disney or Looney Tunes cartoon would look like and it was vastly different. It is similar to Misty in that it is not supposed to be a smooth turnaround but rather each pose is supposed to tell you something about to character while also showing you how he looks from all angles. I had to slow this one down, as well as the Misty one, to a 0.5-second delay just so that I had enough time to take in the information that I was seeing. But the model sheet for Bugs was a lot more descriptive as in it showed the simple shapes used to draw Bugs, how many heads each pose is, as well as all the facial expressions which are usually put on a different sheet.

Day 7: I really need help learning digital art.

REFLECTION:

I looked through so many model sheets this week from American cartoons, Japanese anime, animated films, and different time periods with characters that had varied in geometry and simplicity. It was hard to tell at times which model sheets were fan-made and which were officially used on the show but I think everything I used for this week was official. I tried digital art again and it really shows that I need to either find a way to use an iPad as a display or learn how to use a tablet. It's interesting how different every model sheet is structured between all these shows and what they want the animators to get right, their personality or their appearance. This was a huge learning experience for what goes into a character's design and I can't wait to use it in my own project.

#animation #anime and manga #digital art #study motivation #time squad #larry 3000 #misty pokemon #pokemon #pikachu #adventure time #jake the dog #spongebob #spongebon squarepants #patrick star #looney tunes #bugs bunny #mickey mouse #model sheets #capstone

[jungle-angel]

Cold Hands (Ben Mears x Reader)

Summary: There’s something about a man’s cold hands that does weird things to the human body

Notes: This is what happens when the breeding kink comes knocking (lol). 

Tagging: @nobody7102​ Bella my bestie, it’s here!!! lol. 

You carefully tucked the pillow between your legs, trying your best to catch a nap but the baby in your belly told you otherwise. 

“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding little guy,” you groaned.

You loved feeling the little kicks from the get go and so didn’t your handsome author of a husband, but now that there was hardly any room in there, you were really praying for early labor or a way to give the baby his eviction notice. 

You heard Ben coming through the front door downstairs and the sound of little feet stamping on the floor behind him. When you looked at the clock wall, you groaned again. It was only three and Mark wouldn’t be due to get off the bus from school until three-fifteen. The rest of the coven?? Everyone was either out of the house or off on a daylight hunt. 

“(Y/n)? Honey? You up here?” 

“Yeah!” you hollered back. 

You heard Randy running off to his room to go play and saw Ben poking his head in a second later. 

“Baby c’mere,” you said to him as you stretched out your arms. 

Ben tossed his coat onto the desk chair and stuck his bag on the desk before making his way over to the bed. He drew up the Patriots blanket over the two of you, letting it warm you both up. You felt his hands running along your thigh and under your shirt and hoodie but when his hand made contact with the bare skin beneath, you yelped. 

“BENJAMIN MEARS!!” you practically screamed. 

“What?” he chuckled. “What’d I do?” 

“Your hands are fucking freezing......ow, ow!” 

You grimaced as the baby started kicking again, this time more furiously than ever. “Baby what’s wrong?” he asked, seeing the pained and pinched look on your face. 

“Your spawn is using my intestines as a punching bag,” you half chuckled. 

“You gonna be ok?”

“I’m gonna kick your ass is what I’m gonna do,” you laughed. 

Ben kissed your cheek before his hand once again met your bump, rubbing soft circles where he felt the baby’s tiny little feet. “Still having trouble?” he asked you. 

“You remember what Jimmy said,” you reminded him. “The only time I can get up is to go pee which is a little more often than I’d like at this point.” 

Ben rested his head in the curve of your neck but the naughty little grin on his face soon had his hands roaming to any exposed skin on your belly. “STOP IT!” you laughed, playfully slapping his hand. 

“Oh c’mon (y/n), you’re close to being overdue,” he chuckled. “You can’t get up except to pee and Randy’s driving everybody crazy.” 

“That’s your own doing,” you joked. 

Ben rolled his eyes. “C’mon (y/n), think about it,” he told you. “Am I wrong?” 

You gave it some thought, but he had a valid point. Two more days and you’d be way past your due date. The last thing you wanted was to be induced and on top of that, you were a little tired of the baby constantly jumping on your bladder at weird hours of the night and during the day. 

“Ok, ok, you win,” you laughed. 

You yelped a little again when you felt Ben’s hands sliding across your belly and up to the lower curves of your breasts, his fingers gently drawing little swirls and circles as the goosebumps rose on your skin. 

*******************************

You still couldn’t get over the look of pure love on Ben’s face as he gently brushed his fingertip over your new son’s soft little cheek. Everything about it just radiated pure love as Ben gazed at the tiny little form laying in the hospital bassinette next to your bed. 

“I still can’t believe we made him,” Ben whispered. 

You hummed as you took in the sight before you. Sean Matthew Mears had only been in this world an hour and already he was the star of the whole coven. Ben carefully picked Sean up and rested him in the curve of his elbows, the baby’s tiny little form resting perfectly, save for a few little coos and whimpers. 

“You believe he’s this tiny (y/n)?” Ben asked you. 

“Well,” you began. “You wouldn’t think it by how big my belly got and the fact that he felt like a nine-hundred pound cinderblock ramming my bladder.” 

Ben laughed as Sean opened his little mouth and yawned. “I still can’t believe he’s here,” he murmured. 

“Hey those cold hands of yours really did the trick,” you chuckled. “Although that last one almost had me bolting up through the roof.” 

Ben laughed again as he scooted next to you in your bed, one arm around your shoulder and the other protectively holding Sean. For the first time in a long time, you had felt completely and totally at peace. 

#salem's lot #ben mears #ben mears x reader #lewis pullman #lewis pullman x reader

[annlillyjose]

Dairy Whiskey – Update 02

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hi hi hello! guess who’s back with another dairy whiskey update! it’s me.

so, there’s not much to share about what happened behind the scenes for this update, because it was a little while back and i really don’t remember what exactly happened. all i can say is, this update covers the longest chapter in the whole book, complete (as of now) at 11,293 words. crazy, i know. concerning, too, i know. but you gotta do what you gotta do to keep the story going.

the draft is at 30k rn and the goal is 50k. please send me some good vibes so the next 20k can somehow just happen to me.

enough with this blabber. moving on to the update.

excerpts and taglist under the cut.

disclaimer: this is an original work of fiction. plagiarism of any kind will not be tolerated.

TWs: this novel deals with themes of childhood and religious trauma, sexual, emotional, and substance abuse, mental health issues, self-harm, abortion, etc. so please be kind on yourself and read ahead only if you feel comfortable. This update in particular deals with a lot of graphic mentions of self-harm, knives, blood, and suicidal ideation, so please feel free to skip this update if it might upset you at all.

because i intend on publishing this book, i will not be elaborating on the scenes i'm sharing. i'd like to keep the plot private, but i'll mention what every excerpt is about. i hope it'll make some sense, but if it doesn't, i sincerely apologise.

chapter four – gold, frankincense, and myrrh

this chapter begins with dinah's father being gone, and her getting ready to go to church to meet austin.

this is the opening.

Rains had calmed by that day’s sunrise, unfurling a mute mustard morning, soaked in shattered birdsong. Old teakwood doors breathed again in their frames. Warm rays of golden sunlight cusped the living room’s corners. Through an open window, a chiffon breeze swung its way in, humming against cold concrete. Abstract shadows of guava branches rippled on one of the walls. Father had been gone for six days.

here's an excerpt of dinah being confused by the smell of food in their house because after the grandmother died, nobody had been cooking. guess who's the chef today?

The clank of steel vessels drew me to the kitchen. At first, I thought it was a mouse, but when the noise persisted, I got closer to the door. Ephron’s silhouette staggered on the beige wall. I should’ve walked away, but the smell of coriander and garam masala tingled my skin. With grandmother now gone, there had been no cooking in the house. Since coming back, I’d eaten a whole packet of milk bread that had expired half-way through.

The kitchen had begun to smell like fungi and neglect. But today, Ephron had reopened it. Wearing a blue t-shirt and a pair of black shorts, he sauteed onions in a non-stick frying pan. Beside an open pressure cooker on the counter, boiled potatoes were waiting to get mashed in a glass bowl. In a ceramic plate, chopped tomatoes and shallots crowded next to each other. Next to it, on a steel lid, was a spoonful of turmeric powder.

honestly, just reading this back is making me hungry. talking about hunger, here's a big excerpt, featuring all the foods mariam used to cook for her kids (when she was still around).

On all school days, mother would make chapatis for breakfast. She made the dough in boiling water and kneaded it soft on the grinding stone. Then she’d rest it for an hour under a piece of wet muslin cloth. When we sat at the table for breakfast, she’d first give us a glass of Horlicks. We had a race amongst us on who would finish their glass first, and it was always Ephron who won. By the time we were done, which wasn’t much later, there’d a hot chapati glazed in ghee on our plates. We’d each eat two and sprint out the front door in our navy uniforms and ScooBee Day backpacks. In the evenings, we ate aval – flattened rice cooked in shredded coconut and jaggery. Some days, she made pazhampori – ripe banana fritters – and on others, carrot halwa, grated beetroot slow-cooked in coconut milk and sugar, or fruit salad with vanilla custard. In the weeks following Christmas and Easter, we ate dry plum cake with lemonade. She bought us Good Day cashew biscuits and filled our snack bowls with salted almonds. Because she preferred a low-on-rice diet, gran disliked mother’s feeding choices. But, relentlessly, she sticked to serving us hot chapatis on school mornings. After she left, there was more variation in the breakfast menu, with idli, dosa, appam, idiyappam, tapioca, jackfruit, yam, and other tuber crops from the landholding. Still, after all those years, the grease of her ghee-coated chapatis remained unmatched, like many other things after she broke off. The cracks of this insufficiency widened, forming a ridge; a cliff from the end of which we dangled, like Christmas ornaments with their enamel coating chipped off.

now if that doesn't make your mouth watery, i don't know what will. but let's move on for now and read a scene where dinah is in her post-meltdown phase, relying on ephron a little bit and trusting him a little bit, mostly because she can't move her body and has no energy left in her to fight. honestly, feels girl! i see you!

Aftershave evaporated from his face, swinging heat waves against my cheek. I submitted to my body’s tiredness. The room began to heat up with the sun now hitting straight through the window. On the red refrigerator, the window’s rails formed shadows in grids. Ephron’s breath rumbled politely in my ears. Nauseous and dizzy, I made no attempts to leave. Instead, I closed my eyes to pitch black.

now, let's see what dinah does when the father comes home and orders her to make him a lemonade.

I hated father, so I put dishwashing liquid in his lemonade. I scooped out the froth and served it to him in a fancy glass with enamelled blue flowers on it. I hated father, so I wanted to make him feel something.

can we all take a moment to appreciate her anger issues? to be fair though, trust me, there's reason enough.

after this, dinah has a conversation with ephron where he reveals a secret he had been keeping for a long while, and like the chaotic humans they are, they end up in a fight. but gladly, this fight ends up in more resolution than the previous ones and they end up falling asleep on the floor in dinah's room.

quick note: yes, ephron is still an abuser and this is not a redemption arc. this is not a story that will justify an abuser or take sides with one. this is only a story that explore a more nuanced relationship in all its complex, messy, and concerning ways.

vignette four – forgive me, abba

this vignette details a secret that ephron had been keeping, but is written sort of in the form of a prose poem. for spoiler reasons again, sharing only the last part of it.

But you are a father, and even when his hands overflow with yours and the taste of you keeps dripping from his mouth, he keeps shut. He sets himself on fire because everything will be okay. The fire spreads, the town dies, the sky turns blood red.

But it will be okay. You are a father.

Your son is your son only until you feed him fear.

After these pass, he is a house, and his secrets – arson.

so, that's it for this update. hope you enjoyed reading my work. like i mentioned, please send me your best writer luck vibes because finishing this novel is not only a need, but a necessity right now. i need to be able to get this out of my system before i can work on anything else. and besides, i've been working on this for almost two years and i have to wind this up as soon as i can.

hope you have been keeping well and hope writing has been going good for you.

– love and light, ann!

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[daisychainsandbowties]

after i’ve put this shadow to bed

(a prologue to the fic i’m working on for @frozenabattoir. because ava deserves a little corruption arc)

Rating: M

i keep having the same dream.

“Bea?”

in the dream, i’m standing on the shore of a lake, barefoot. pebbles and silt shifting under my toes. it’s quiet bea - so quiet you can’t even hear the water.

“Bea, where did you go?”

it occurs to me, then, that i know this place. it’s the lake in switzerland, where you taught me to swim. i remember slipping into that icy water with you and the brush of your palms on my stomach.

i remember looking at you and thinking that i would rather this than the Blue Grotto. i would take it over anything.

“There’s something on the walls, Bea. It’s so fucking dark in here, but it’s there. Can’t you hear it?”

“Dripping.”

“It’s on the windows, right? That’s why it’s dark.”

it’s daytime. there’s warmth on my skin but it’s like the warmth of a mouth, like someone breathing down my neck. it’s daytime but it’s dark.

the mountains are all wrong. they’re the wrong shape - i’m sure of it because you taught me about taking everything in and that layering technique where you sit recollections on top of each other and see where the deviation is. bea, I did that and I’m telling you - nothing is the way it should be.

i keep waiting for you to show up, but you never do. 

there’s just the lake.

“It happened again, didn’t it?”

“Bea?”

“It’s blood, right? Of course it fucking is.”

i don’t mean to, but i walk into the lake.

it’s like bathwater. the way it was in the orphanage, where they actually  drew the bath half an hour ago and maybe another kid was in it before me. because why waste warm water on a kid who couldn’t feel shit? why waste the cleanest water?

why fucking bother

lukewarm, that’s the word. but it isn’t the same. it’s thicker. by the time the water is up over my hips i feel like it’s holding me. i dip my hands in and they come out red.

it’s the lake in switzerland but it isn’t our lake.

“Think. Okay, we were here. Th-there were two windows, east-facing, and the door was on the right side of the bed and the bed was… fuck!”

“Okay, Bea sleeps on the right, near the door because she has throwing stars sticking up out of the bedside table like a crazy person. I’m on the left and I – right, I woke up early yesterday because the sun warmed my back!”

“I just need to find a window.”

the mountains. i’m up to my waist and i start thinking about the mountains again. about what kind of wrong they are, squinting even though it’s dark, even though it’s daytime. it’s like… remember how you explained to me about light? how objects absorb most of the wavelengths of light and we only see what’s rejected? or, i mean, reflected.

you taught me that, which is pretty cool but remember i made you watch the Pirates of the Caribbean movies and you liked them. i could tell. i think it made you feel things. for me it was always Elizabeth and the running away and the maybe dressing up as a boy sometimes. you liked that bit too.

but mostly you liked the curse. I think you felt that, didn’t you? a bunch of people cursed with hunger for, like, twelve years or something. maybe it was ten.

you were hungry too.

that’s alright with me. i think your hunger is good

i love that about you.

“I slipped in the blood.”

“Bea? Are you laughing? I can’t hear you but I fucking bet. You literally warned me never to try run through a pool of blood, with your most serious face on and everything. It scared me a bit that you thought it might be relevant.”

“I guess it’s fucking relevant now.”

“Should have listened to you.”

“Bea?”

i start swimming. like you taught me but honestly bea i feel like it’s not even me. my body is swimming but i’m stuck thinking about the mountains. the sky.

eclipsed. that’s what you’d call it. we both know about space because diego got me a bunch of books one time and sister frances thought they looked boring so she let us keep them. they were from the library but what were they gonna do? fine us? send us a bill?

you know about it because you’re beatrice.

that’s what it looks like. in the dream. it’s just a dream.

the sky… it’s like someone covered it with their hand. what’s another word for that?

occluded. sometimes when one thing interrupts another thing you can see the blockage more clearly, when otherwise it might’ve been invisible. i think sometimes that’s how we see stuff in other galaxies. as interruptions.

“Are you here, Bea? Are you lying here and I just can’t see you?”

“Are you dead?”

the sky is red. i should say it and stop avoiding it. after all bea it’s just a dream. i keep having it but that’s all. i used to have one where that guy Yoshi from the Nintendo 64 ate me. he just went, like, mlem and i was fucking gone. who donates that shit to orphans? but yeah, i have a lot of recurring dreams.

maybe that’s psychologically relevant.

the water is red too.

it isn’t water.

“…. Bea?”

i keep having the same dream. i swim out into the middle of the lake and there’s an island. not very big. it doesn’t have to be very big.

there’re a couple of trees on the island, surviving i guess in the silt and the shallow soil. you’d know the soil type and its pH and the name of the trees, but to me they’re just shadows; i’m looking at the mountains. it feels important.

i walk to the middle of the island. never understood that stuff about people saying their legs or whatever took them places without their permission. it’s something to do with habit, but you know i don’t have that stuff.

we were getting there. sometimes in the bar i forgot what my hands were doing, but that was mostly about you.

the only time i ever felt anything like that it was with you.

in the middle of the island there’s a garden, but it isn’t a garden. you can grow as many plants as you want but if a space is full of headstones then it’s a graveyard.

but there are flowers. and herbs. i can smell basil and mint. inside the trees i almost can’t smell what’s in the lake.

remember when i got you one of those little basil pots you get in the supermarket and you gave me this convoluted look? then you went in the bathroom for ten whole minutes while i put things away in the fridge. yeah, i know you re-did my work later, by the way. i just feel like finding stuff in the fridge should be an adventure.

i hope i didn’t make you cry. you re-potted the basil plant and told me a bunch of stuff about horticulture, how these herbs were never really produced with the ability to survive. too much neglect in transit.

i almost made you forget about the graves, huh? we should forget about it.

it’s just a dream. never mind that the mountains look like hands, like knucklebones and the sweep of a thumb. never mind that the water is blood. never mind that the sky is gone.

i stand in the graveyard looking at the headstones and it’s like there’s a hand pressed into my back. not in a comforting way.

you’re doing long division in your head about it, right?

but the implication is pretty obvious and, also, i don’t think long division will help here, but i like that you taught it to me. that and square roots and coefficients and polynomials. i liked how you didn’t seem surprised when i was good at it.

i like you.

i’m sorry about all the blood.

#dark!ava au #myfic #wn fic #warrior nun #continuing my agenda to let each of the girlies go off the rails for a bit #something Happened to the halo on the other side #post s2 #amber i owe you my life for this idea it's going to be so fun to write #& putting blood in the narrative is my specialty #oh! title is from this is how you lose the time war

[a-trick-or-two-with-lepers]

A Decidedly Unserious Review of Hair 2001 (ft. Drew Sarich)

I’m back for another lunatic review. This time: the 2001 recording of Hair: The American Tribal Love-Rock Musical. This is so silly. I literally decided to do this like two hours ago because @peppi-mint wanted to hear my thoughts on it. Well, peppi, prepare to get an earful because I had some THOUGHTS

(I’m so sorry)

Aquarius- um. This is literally so cool. The hip-hop beat sets the tone, which is vastly different from every Hair recording I’ve heard. And then the violins come in and it’s like YOOOOO. And then the broadway singing comes in and it’s like YOOOOOOOOOOO! And then the dissonant harmonies hit and it’s like YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I really like this. Very different and fresh and new and Y2K in the best way. I can’t stress how fucking amazing those harmonies sound.

Donna- Ok, Drew!! Give us that punk-rock energy! The electric guitar sound is really neat, and I kinda dig the reverb as well as the way Sarich sings most of the lines straight intentionally. Whereas the harmonies were highlighted in the last song, they act more as a part of the orchestra in this song, but it still feels full and tasteful. Really enjoying this so far.

Hashish- I’ve literally always skipped “Hashish.” It’s boring to me. I’m a sober loser. But THIS?! What are they doing to my boring hashish!! The instrumentation is so experimental and interesting to listen to. I like that the cast isn’t going over the top with the vocals, too. They’re supposed to be high, so going full belt and vibrato isn’t really the vibe.

Sodomy- I’m literally Debbie Reynolds-ing right now. This guy’s voice has me biting my lip for real. Catch me joining the Holy Orgy ™ any day of the week.

Colored Spade- This production is obviously informed heavily by black music. Which makes this song slightly more comfortable to listen to. I can’t really speak on it though- I’m white. All I can say is: it’s a bop. Also, the second half?? So fucking groovy. Yes I’m using that word unironically. It’s a good word.

Manchester England- Stripped down acoustic guitar… mkay I can get with that. Makes the full orchestration pop out more. Loving these glam rock vocals from Kyrre Kvam.

I’m Black- It was literally 22 seconds long and sounded like a car commercial with that fade in and fade out I’m lmao 😭Where’s my Ain’t Got No?!?!?!?

Dead End- Ok so I rarely hear this one in any recorded productions. I’ve only ever really heard it in college production bootlegs I watch on Youtube. This version has me saying WHY DID THEY REMOVE IT?!? It’s seriously so good. 

Air- The vocal affectation that Jeannie usually has tends to annoy me, which I guess is intentional, but I’m glad it’s more toned down here. The industrial sound of the instruments clashes with the light and breezy vocals in a really fascinating way. It’s like a big burly man wearing a flowery perfume. Thumbs up from me. 

I Got Life- Teehee if you take out your left earbud you get an a capella intro 🤭Anyway, I always love this song. This version is no exception. Treat Williams is still top, tho (Rest in Peace, King). 

Hair- The titular bitchular! (-Athena P on YT). Something about the way the sound is split between each ear in the intro (vocals in one ear, guitar in the other) is ticking me off. That’s just me, though. Overall, this sounds so fucking good and it’s such a vibe. I’m not sure if it’s Kvam or Sarich who hits those high notes but they hit, man.

My Conviction- Hehehehehe this sounds so out of place I love it. (It’s supposed to- just like Herod’s song in JCS)! Also how are these vocals from a man?? They aren’t my favorite but they sound soooo much like a woman that’s crazy. Anyway gender is fake

Easy To Be Hard- Um. Can we say elegant? Can we say… mystical? GORGINA?!? BRO when the,,, fuck what is it, a marimba or some shit comes in with that overarching angelic tone- fuuuuuucccckkkkk. So good. Also the shaker keeping the beat tastes good. I can taste this song. It tastes like a capri-sun on a hot day. I’m in love. Hold up- added verse? Why haven’t I heard this-

Frank Mills- Awwwwww this is cute. I like this woman’s voice. Very smooth and nice to listen to. What I’m noticing so far about this album is that they treat each song like it’s its own person, you know? Like- every tune sounds coherent and like it belongs, but it also sounds like its own thing with its own special instrumentation. It’s just. So neat.

Be In - Hare Krishna- The speaker shifting got me like 🫠so good. It’s like ASMR. Another thing I’m noticing about the ensemble vocals is that they’re so… earnest? They aren’t worn like clothing, they’re like a part of the individual. ... Any arrangement that can make me describe music like this deserves the world.

Where Do I Go- Fuck. I just love arrangements that do something new. This sound is so clean and genuine and beautiful. If I could insert John Savage’s vocals into this it would be perfect (No shade to Kvam- I just love the movie version of this song so much). This is probably my favorite song from the musical (I literally wrote a 30k+ word fanfiction based on its lyrics), and I’m sooooo utterly pleased with this interpretation of it. All I’ll say is that the end could’ve been a bit louder/more intense- it is an Act I closer, after all. More drums, please!

Electric Blues- TELL ME WHOOOOOO DO YOU LOVE MAN! *guitar* Ermmm I love Electric Blues I love it. I wanna inject this song into my bloodstream. This version doesn’t stray too much from the original, and it slaps. Always does. Also I just realized this came out before the Broadway revival. I wonder if the revival folks took a bit of inspo from this version 🤔

Black Boys- ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS (I love the staccato guitar chords, offbeat, percussion, tonal shift during the solo represented by the instrumentation, and just everything else about this).

White Boys- My eyes literally rolled to the back of my skull during that intro. So good!! So tasty! Also these VOCALS! Less energy than the others I’ve heard, but that’s not a criticism. It’s more reminiscent of the original cast recording. Once again, ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS. 🍽️

Walking in Space- dodo do do dodo dooooooo. (guitar). Again, the vocalists aren’t overdoing it, which is working. I’ll probably smoke marijuana to this song at some point. Looking forward to it. Also when she sang “ 🎶floooooooaaating, flipping, flyyyyyying, tripping 🎶” I was like 😶‍🌫️(that’s me floating flipping flying tripping). . I want to consume these vocals

The War- Don’t think I’ve heard this one in any other production? It definitely fits the vibe they’re going for. I’d love to know the context for it. Eh, actually, I think I can guess...

Three-Five-Zero-Zero- Listening to this is making me realize how important the bass guitar is as an instrument. Songs would sound so much less full without its constant, droning presence. Also, I would’ve loved to see them lean even further into the experimental vibe for this one so that the tonal shift would sound more stark. Regardless, it all sounds really good. Love the harmonies, especially at the end.

Good Morning Starshine- I have a poster of these three words in my room. Also, I like this version of the song. Very 2001. Kinda reminds me of that song “Walking on Sunshine,” similar vibes. Not my favorite version, but still a bop and very fun. 

The Flesh Failures/Eyes Look Your Last- Guitar is so yummy. I don’t like the chorus singing the first part. I’m just too used to it being a soloist or Claude. Also, it feels kinda too fast? Sorry, I have ridiculously high standards for this song. I think it’s one of the best songs ever written. Given that fact, it’s hard to fuck it up. So, this sounds really good still, obviously. Just didn’t hit quite as hard for me. I feel like they tried so hard to make every other song sound unique and they dropped the ball a bit here. It sounds like they’re trying to just get it over with… which is very contradictory to the song’s message. Also, why isn’t “Let the Sunshine In” a part of the title? Seems kinda important 😬

Hippie Life- …huh?

Aquarius (Bonustrack) - director’s cut- It’s the remix 😎

Overall, I was really impressed by this album. I’m glad I took a listen. It seems like a very approachable version of the controversial musical. I think it’d be a good album to show friends that aren’t into musicals but should still get to enjoy Hair. Some choices weren’t my style, but I’m genuinely so astounded and excited by others. Act I was better than Act II. Drew Sarich was great, and so was the rest of the cast. Ultimately, a very cool take on one of my favorite musicals of all time. Thanks again to @peppi-mint for recommending this to me- I’m so happy I got to do another silly little stream-of-consciousness musical review!

#hair #hair the musical #drew sarich #musicals #silly

[janeykath318]

Cuddling: The Best Medicine (Wintershock)

“Hey Dude, I read that cuddling helps you sleep better. Want to try it out?”

Bucky Barnes and sleep were not always on good terms, but add in PTSD and vicious jet lag and it turned into full on estrangement. He wandered the halls of Avengers Tower, trying to shake off the effects of a nightmare triggered by a frustrating mission that had left most of the Avengers worse for wear, including Steve, who’d been hospitalized, which was very rare for him.

Despite the fact that Steve’s current injuries were in no way Bucky’s fault, seeing Steve bloodied and unconscious had brought up ugly memories of when he’d almost beaten his best friend to death and the resulting nightmare had been one of the worst he’d had.

The sound of soft laughter drew him into the large home theater that Tony had spared no expense on and was a favorite spot for Avengers movie nights.

At this time time of day, he was surprised anyone was using it, but sure enough, when he snuck in, there was a woman curled up in one of the stuffed recliners, looking very cozy and giggling at the sitcom she was watching.

He vaguely recognized the cute chuckles and dark hair as belonging to one Darcy Lewis, who helped in the science labs and whom he’d only encountered from afar. He’d heard stories, though and he’d been more than a little intrigued.

He hesitated, then started to back out of the room when an amused voice spoke up.

“Don’t be shy, Buck-o. There’s plenty of room in my all night binge parties. I’ll even share my Cheetos. Jet Lag is a bitch, I tell you.”

He stared.

“How did you know?…..” He asked incredulously. Darcy must have had eyes in the back of her head or something.

She chuckled again and his stomach did a little flip.

“A combination of knowing the Avengers very well and a process of elimination. Clint would have come in via an air vent, Tony would be obnoxiously loud, Bruce keeps strict bedtimes, and Thor and Natasha are keeping Steve company at the hospital right now, bless his heart. I heard it was a close call.”

“Yeah,” Bucky sighed, slowly moving to take up position in one of the other seats. “Way too close.”

He grimaced again.

“And your brain’s making you relive it.” Darcy observed matter of factly, turning down the volume on the TV and turning to face him. “I’m Darcy Lewis, by the way.”

“Bucky Barnes.”

Darcy was even cuter up close, he noticed as they shook hands.

“I totally get the not-wanting-to-go-back-to-sleep feeling. I had some bad nights myself after the Dark Elves incident.” Darcy added sympathetically, holding out the bag of cheetos. “Want some?”

Too polite to refuse, he took a handful and popped them in his mouth. Surprised by how tasty they were, he went back for another round.

Darcy smiled.

“You like them?”

“Yep. I can’t believe I haven’t tried them before. Big mistake.”

“Better late than never, dude. Wanna watch Ghosts with me?”

She gestured to the screen. “It’s pretty funny.”

“Will you tell me about the dark elves, first?” He asked. “That sounds like a whale of a tale.”

She smiled at him and he felt a little warm from the beauty of it.

“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

And so she launched into an animated retelling of the adventure in London and Bucky was deeply engrossed and found himself chuckling at her commentary and was sorry when it was over.

“Wow. You’ve seen some crazy shit, haven’t you? No wonder hanging out with Avengers doesn’t faze you. You didn’t even look scared at me.”

“Why would I be scared of you?” She questioned. “You’re Bucky effing Barnes: badass sniper with a teddy bear heart.”

Bucky blushed at her assessment and grinned sheepishly, completely flustered by her. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had thrown him off balance like this. But Darcy, with her refreshing frankness, twinkly blue eyes and Stranger Things pajamas had managed to do just that in less than half an hour.

“Oh, and by the way, dude, I’ve read that cuddling helps you sleep better. Wanna try it out?” she offered, with an encouraging grin.

“My cuddling skills are a little rusty, doll,” he flirted back. “You’ll probably have to give me some lessons.”

“Oh, I am an expert cuddler,” Darcy promised. “I’ll have you a champ at it again in no time. I bet you’ve cuddled a dame or two in your time. Now get over here.”

Obediently, Bucky sat down beside her in her chair and it didn’t take long before they were very cozy together and Darcy very much lived up to her claims of expert cuddling.

“Ooh. You’re like a giant heating pad,” she observed from her position nestled against his side. “Very nice.”

“You’re very nice,” he returned sweetly, booping her nose. She giggled and reached for the remote.

Natasha found them the next morning fast asleep together, Bucky’s arm around Darcy and her hand clasping his metal one.

She smiled softly and left them alone.

#wintershock #bucky barnes #darcy lewis #fluff #prompt fic

[lowel1]

PDH!Travmau is so cute.

Travis definitely made him and Aphmau on the sims then made their sims get married. When Aphmau found out she thought it was really funny and they’d spend hours playing on that sims save together.

Travis and Aphmau would practice kissing with each other to “prepare for the future” before realising “shit I really like you”

They were both heavily into online roleplay, making multiple roleplays/fan fictions which involved their self inserts dating. They also made multiple drawings of their OCs kissing.

Aphmau being surprisingly strong cause she’s half werewolf so picking Travis up. Travis was always too stunned to speak, blushing and giggling as she carried him all over the place.

They would braid each other’s hair in home room. They always got told off but never listened.

They always had sleepovers, spending hours talking about the latest anime and cuddling. Sylvanna had no idea what was going on between them but it didn’t matter, they were well behaved. Most they’d do is make poorly drew nsfw and laugh for ages at it.

Travis was the first person Aphmau came out as bisexual to. Travis got really excited and said “Oh my Irene, I’m also bisexual! I’m transgender too!” They just hugged and laughed together.

They’d make each other matching kandi.

They’d go to cosplay conventions in matching couple cosplays/cosplaying as their favourite ships.

They had a shared tumblr account which they’d use to rant about their OCs/post mood boards. Everyone was really shocked to find out they were behind the account and dating. (There was a little inside joke in their online circle were people shipped them together)

Matching nail polish (messy cause neither of them had any nail painting experience).

Would always kiss behind the bleachers or in empty classrooms. Once they got posted on a “caught in 4K” school page and their friend group went crazy. (Except Dante, he was the only one who knew they were together).

Travis going to Aphmau’s house with cakes and little gifts he’d made. Aphmau treasurers every one of them. She still has a box of all the gifts he made her under her bed.

Matching profile pictures and bios on literally every social media. (Cringe I know but they were young, leave them alone!!)

Yeah that’s about it, please tell me other people ship them! I feel like I’m the only one 🙁

#Travmau #aphmau #aphmau mystreet #mystreet #aphmau phoenix drop high #aphmau pdh #phoenix drop high #travis valkrum #aphblr

[pbandjesse]

It is officially the second day of me being 32! And it was honestly a great day. I have had a really awesome birthday weekend. 

I slept okay last night. But I had very intense dreams. I was screaming and crying a lot. Over a losing my id and buying a giant Christmas themed bunny peep stuffed animal. At a target. Jess was there. It was a lot. 

But I woke up in a good mood even if I was tired. I would shake it off soon enough and had a really good day. 

When I got up I made the bed and went to get dressed. Said hi to Jess on the couch. And got ready. 

We chilled in the living room for a few minutes. I told her about my weird dream. And sat with her in the couch while she finished her coffee. And then we were off. 

I got to ride in her new car! It's very similar to mind inside but has all the extra fancy features and the sunroof and some other interesting things. Like blind spot detection. We were surprised to find that there was coffee all over her windshield and on the passenger side door. What I think happened was someone set their coffee on her roof for whatever reason and it fell over and spilled. Feel bad for whoever had their morning a little ruined. I helped Jess clean it off. And we headed to Hamden. 

We got a parking spot on a side street. It was the first time Jess has parallel parked in her new car so it was exciting when it went so well. 

We went to golden west for breakfast. And it was great. But slow. We beat the rush in but our poor waiter was a bit overwhelmed. Our food took a long time but it was good talking and people watching. And ease dropping on other conversations.  

Once our food came Jess's was missing the salsa from her tacos. But my questions were great. We would eventually get the salsa and our food was excellent. I have really loved all the food we have gotten this weekend. And I'm working really hard to not eat to the point of not feeling well.  I have been stopping at half way through. So I have a bunch of leftovers. Which is nice. 

Once we finished eating we went back to the car and drove to the art museum! I haven't been there for a long time. And it was nice! A little busier than we expected. But that was fine. We had 2 hours of parking paid for. And the musuem isn't huge. But we got to see a lot. 

The best parts were at the end. I love love loved the John Waters collection they had on display. They had Mike Kelly pieces and Cy Twombly and weird stuff and it was great. I had a blast looking at stuff I haven't seen before and that was just really nice. 

We stopped at the gift shop. And talked a lot about the work we are blown away by and stuff that falls flat for us. I have missed art museums. 

We weren't done yet! Next we drove to amazing glaze to do pottery. We went to the Starbucks in the same parking lot first. And then to the painting studio. It was the busiest I have ever ever seen it. We were lucky to get the last table. It would get more busy and crowded and it was crazy. We were there for more then two hours. Tables would change around us multiple times by people much faster then us. 

But we were intense. It took a while for Jess to pick what she was going to decorate. I chose a tea cup and saucer almost right away.  And soons he would pick the stemless wine glass. Which I have done before I really enjoy using. 

Jess decided to do all pink and red. She drew out flowers and pears. And even used a paperclip to scrap stuff away to make very fine lines. I hope that works because I want to try that next time. 

I played with a lot of color mixing and layering. I have no idea how mine are going to come out but I had a really good time making it. 

I started with the plate. I wanted it to be a little meadow. And under it is dirt. I even added a skeleton, bones, and worms. Then for the cup I made a little blue kitty creature. I used three tones of blue that I'm hoping will have a watercolor effect. And on the inside I made his guts and ribcage. I thought I was being so cleaver. I love how it looks. 

I would chat with people at the tables around us. A woman made a fuss about how cool mine was and I was just like. Ahhh. Thank you! I'm an art teacher. And we chatted about how I love painting pottery because it's the only art no one asks me to sell. It's just for me. I have my blankets and stuff for the same reason now but still this is important for me. 

We were there until s little before 4. And I was really really happy with how our pieces came out. I can't wait to see them fired. They said they will be done on Thursday! 

We got home right before James did. And we all chilled for a while. James made me a birthday cake. Me and Jess booked our campsite for Easter weekend. We are going to stay in Susquehanna state park. I hope it's great. It looked beautiful. 

And we just chilled and watched tiktoks for a long time. 

Around 530 James offered to go pick up food. Me and Jess ordered poke bowls (we have had to much cheese and bread this weekend). James would go to R house to get those and would get paid Thai for themself. It would take a while for that to be ready but me and Jess weren't starving. We had both shd leftovers when we first got home. 

But it was really nice to have dinner when James did get back. I got pineapple and seaweed salad and tofu and other stuff,  it was all really good. And excellent choice. And I still have leftovers! 

After we are we all moved to Jamess room to watch two more episodes of the last of us. I was caught up on my knitting so I only had one row to do. So I worked on unraveling my yarn to rewind righter. So hopefully it won't get so tangled anymore. In the two hours we watched the show (which was fabulous) I finished two while balls of yarn. Excellent. 

I had a great time watching with Jess and James. And there is one moe episode and then another new one tomorrow night. Maybe me and James will just watch together. We will see. 

And now we are all getting ready to go to bed. James helped me with the last bit of yarn but then I just ripped it and tied it and James was devastated and the Jess was laughing at me and it was all very silly. 

I got a little shower. And now I am cozy. And I am ready to sleep. 

Tomorrow Jess will go home. She has a baby shower to go to so she'll leave after breakfast. I am so grateful to have her as a friend. 

I hope you all feel happy tonight. Be safe. Take care. Good night! 

[ye-local-simp]

Hello! ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ ♡

Congratulations on the 400+ followers!!! ☀️

Can I request a match-up please?

I'm short, about 5'1-5'2 almost like an IKEA nightstand and slightly plump like a padded bag chair. I have pale pink dyed hair and brown eyes. I also have a lot of moles on my body and barely noticeable freckles. Usually i wear comfortable loose clothes, something like sweatpants and some kind of oversize T-shirt, not super luxury.

I’m gemini, ISFP and i can describe myself as a person who have trust issues, so it’s hard for me to open up to people at first. Despite of this i love affections in various expressions. Compliments, hugs, smooches - I really like to show attachment to my family and friends! Even if it seems so clingy tbh.

To my family and close friends I seem like a crazy chihuahua - constantly on the move, hard to shut up and just a kind of chaotic personality. Actually, even if i more on introverted side i'm eccentric and active in some ways. I mean who one day came to work with invoices mustache and beard just because wanted to? Yep, me. A little weird me. I have specific tastes in everything from eating french fries with ice cream as sauce to non-standard combination of clothes and colors.

A little aggressive, sarcastic and sometimes rude, if I’m overwhelmed with emotions. It maybe sounds oddly but i like strange and absurd memes, dumb puns and black humour, and i quite often use them in conversations.

I adore astrology and mysticism. Some kind of mystery of the world attracts me, gives me ground for reflection, thereby forcing me to spend almost all my free time on it, and I find it really interesting. I also like everything related to maritime culture and mythology. Warm rainy days, autumn season and evening time of day when the sun slowly sets over the horizon. And I also really like such simple little things as cute pebbles that can be found not only on the beach, but also on an ordinary street, key rings and other seemingly unnecessary trinkets.

What about dislikes? Well, at first it’s wasps. Thank God that I didn't have to come into close contact with them. In my opinion, it's better to run from a flock of geese than from a gang of wasps. The second is acute. I can't and don't like too spicy food and dishes. One day I ate very spicy noodles and my lips cried from burning for half an hour. Not a very good feeling, especially when they are cracked...

When I was a little girl, I attended every school circle, but I didn't stay in any of them due to my frequent variability in both character and interests, and it's a little difficult for me to understand which hobby has sunk into my soul more, heh. I knitted, drew, and excelled in sports - everything in a row, but a little. If singing in the bathroom is considered a hobby, then this is one of them that stayed with me throughout my growing up, ha ha. I will give preference to drawing and writing more, perhaps.

Thank you for your work, I hope you have a wonderful day! ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

I will match you up with...

Malleus!!

-Poor man probably also got trust issues due to everyone judging his looks so at some point you two just found each other relatable and found trust in each other.

-Even though it may not look like it, Malleus is also big on physical touch so hugs and quick smooches are actually things you would do when you see each other.He doesn't actually find your clinging to be annoying, as long as you dont do it with Sebek around.Thats the one of the reason why most of your dates are walking around Ramshackle at night.Its actually a pretty neat date since Malleus could always protect you at night, there won't be people around, its calming and he can have a full view on the gargoyles.

-Furthermore, Malleus also has an interest in simple things as you can see from the obsession of gargoyles so he wouldn't really question you if you had an interest in some random trinket you walk past.Plus Malleus is the type of guy who would get your dark joke at random times of the day or the middle of night.As you know, Malleus loves ice cream so you can imagine the shock on his face when he sees you dip a fry on it. He would probably question if humans really did that or it tasted nice. In the end, he tried it and he can not actually say it is bad. Oh well, as long as it was better than Lilia's cooking.

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[scruffina]

(skinner rant incoming) okay so,

in “bart the murderer” (8f03; s3e4), the tv movie blood on the blackboard: the bart simpson story starring tv’s doogie howser, neil patrick harris.

they cast richard chamberlain as skinner.

richard. chamberlain.

take a gander at this guy!!

and a little bit older:

holy handsome white guy batman!!

the other thing is, chamberlain came out as gay in 2003. but rumours of his sexuality had circulated in tabloids for decades prior (which is obviously trash - it's not revolutionary to say but tabloids and paparazzi shouldn't exist!).

i think it's reasonable to assume the writers would select this kind of genteel, dignified, yet past his prime, and - unknowingly, then - gay actor for skinner to say something about his character. because hours upon hours of rewrites went into classic simpsons scripts, trying to get the maximum funny out of even the quickest tv-announcer gags, like this one.

we know the simpsons writers consider skinner bisexual ("SSS'sBS" s5e19 commentary). and we know he is almost excessively well-mannered and self-controlled, a result of agnes' interpretation of 'parenting' (i.e. strict and oddly insular as a most generous read, outright abuse at worst) and his military service. he is incredibly repressed, and yet in the small sphere of things in which he feels comfortable exerting control, he can be capable. or he can be petty, angry, nervous, fumbling, cowering, courageous...he can have complex reactions to situations that affect his school and the town (see: the scene where he faces mr. burns in "WSMB? p.1", which is one of my all-time favourites). so i think the casting alludes to him having these hidden sides, as would a man who was closeted in hollywood for over forty years. (obviously, there could have been a real danger to skinner being outed in the nineties or at any earlier time, especially during his service.)

this choice also means the writers canonically interpret skinner as hot.

[[(I don't think this is a stretch coloured by my own attraction to chamberlain, who gained notoriety as a heartthrob in the sixties and had this kind of sophisticated, rugged thing goin' on in the 70s-90s.)

(i also would like to note to me he doesn't look like skinner, exactly. he's too 'all-american popular boy' as a young man for the mousey, sheltered square skinner would be. and he's a little too sweet and relaxed-looking in his forties/fifties. skinner's features i imagine are heavier and more pinched, less symmetrical; his face shape less square; his smile nowhere near as natural. chamberlain, though beautiful, is a little too floaty/wispy slash outdoorsy/manly-looking for skinner: it's a wonderful contrast, but too far in either direction.)

(also not to be crazy but we kinda already knew he was intended to be hot given the way they drew young skinner in the valentine's da nang 1969 flashback in "i love lisa".)]]

why, right?

the reason i favour is that when a character doesn't known they're attractive, they must have

a) poor/warped self-image;

b) have been sheltered, especially from beauty standards and formative social interactions;

c) be generally oblivious/clueless/struggle socially;

d) have some aversion to interacting with the groups they might be attracted to, and/or the groups that might be attracted to them (i.e. avoid seeking potential partners).

(though this of course isn't a list of requisites, nor an exhaustive one.)

skinner fits all these. there's also the question of neurodivergency here - skinner potentially being autistic is something i half-accept as someone who is questioning myself (there's a great post about this out there). it's canon that he suffers ptsd, though naturally it's unclear to an outsider exactly how that affects his thought process. without really needing to get into either of these considerations, or his dynamic with agnes (that is a freakin' dissertation for another time), since you can probably extrapolate for yourself, you can see why he might disallow himself from forming/pursuing an attraction to anybody, or receiving that kind of attention. it could be partially out of fear of his mother.

or he could just be uncomfortable: though we see a not-quite-complete characterization of skinner fall hard for patty in "principal charming" (s2e14), that relationship is very limited physically and more about shared bitterness, wasted time, and companionship. patty isn't fawning over him at all (not that he expects her to) because, as we later learn, she's gay (i also always liked the read that she's asexual too). he takes a big, romantic, hopeful, emotional swing in that episode, but he's still understanding through their breakup. he's humble, self-effacing: patty's the catch to him, she didn't miss out on much. (plus he lets bart walk all over him since he's so enamoured of her.) (plus he shouts his love from a clock tower and sobs on the school steps and uses phrases like "be still my foolish heart" - it was a real romance to him, but he treats it in such a dramatic fashion as to suggest he's unaccustomed to judging what romance - what a real, adult relationship - really is.)

but it adds another layer to him to think, 'he might be one of the most desirable middle-aged men (or men, period, i can't think of any 'in-universe hot' younger men) in springfield if only everyone weren't almost instantly fed up with how excessively straight-laced and boring he is - and also with his co-dependence on his mother.' his hotness does not override his status as a social outcast.

all of this to basically have no real conclusion! just super interesting to me that they chose this very handsome, and coincidentally gay, actor for a real-life skinner in the throwaway tv movie episode coda. and there's so much work one can do to parse skinner's character - work i want to do, slowly, but am honestly not sure i'm up for. this was just one tiny observation that spiralled into a post it took me hours to finally be satisfied with.

no matter though! enjoy richard chamberlain, there's many more photos of him in looks i love that i might post. he seems like a quite wonderful guy.

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