#I understand the hype now. I get it. i am eating my hands

[samiswifey]

Happy To See Her

Paring: Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Warning: none

Summary: just an overeager girlfriend reader happy to see Sam.

From a young age Sam has known that she wasn't really wanted. Her mother never liked her and when she found the diary that because way more obvious to her. The man Sam knew as her father just up and left her without saying a word, leaving her absolutely heart broken. The only one who really wanted her around was Tara, but she ruined that when she just left. Yes things are good now with them but she's still afraid that one day Tara's going to decide that she too doesn't want Sam and eventually will leave her too. Like some kind of sick Karmic justice.

Today has been exhausting for Sam. People were a lot more vocal with their hate toward her and it was starting to get to her. She was sad, and quite frankly hurt by the hateful words. She usually didn't let people's words get to her but this was hard to ignore when they're in your face everyday. Where ever you go you get hate and Sam was tired of it. She wanted peace and for people to leave her alone, but unfortunately she knew that because of her status as a junior Loomis that was never going to happen. She was stuck getting hate forever.

Walking inside the apartment she barely put her things down before she had two arms wrapped tightly around her in a loving hold. She didn't even have to look to know who it was.

"Sammy! I am so happy you're back!" You gushed excitedly as you looked at her. "How was your day baby?"

Sam couldn't help but smile at how happy you were to see her. It made her heart swell with absolute adoration and love because of the fact that you were genuinely happy to see her.

"Uh, things were good babe. Nothing particularly interesting happened today." She said softly.

You looked at her with a wide smile before dragging her to the couch and making her sit down before running off. You said nothing before running into the kitchen to grab what you had made for her. It wasn't much but you knew that Sam would appreciate it.

"A hot meal for the hottest girl I know!" You said as you handed her a plate of food. "Enjoy."

Sam had just finished eating after work but she definitely wasn't about to let this go to waste. Especially after you worked for hard to make dinner for her. It was sweet and the food looked amazing so that was a bonus.

"Oh my gosh! Baby this is amazing!"

You smiled at how honest she was. You weren't a cook, in fact you couldn't cook, but knowing that Sam enjoyed what you made had you smiling proudly at the fact that she likes your food.

"I'm glad you like it. It took some time but I think I pulled it off." You said proudly.

Sam pulled you in for a tight hug and kissed the top of your head. "You did amazing baby and I am so proud of you." She said softly. "So proud baby."

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Sam was sitting on the couch watching you do a puzzle that you had discovered. It looked pretty simple but you've been at it for an hour now and you seemed to be very entertained by it. She didn't really understand the hype about puzzles but she did enjoy watching you have fun.

"Baby how are you not bored yet?" Sam asked.

You giggled as you glanced at her. "Because it's so fun! I think I'm close to putting the whole puzzle together. I just need some time." You said. Sam said nothing and just sat back and watched as you continued with your puzzle.

With a sweet smile on her face Sam takes out her phone and records you. She didn't know why but she wanted to capture this moment. It wasn't anything super significant, but you look at peace with the world around you and to her that was reason enough to take a video of you.

"Sammy quick take a picture! Take a picture!" You shouted excitedly.

Sam chuckled but did what she was asked and took a picture. "Why did you want a picture?" She asked. "Because I want to remember this day forever! How I actually completed a puzzle I started and didn't forget about it halfway through." You told her. Sam nodded and decided to take another picture from a better angle.

Carefully placing the puzzle on the table you smiled again as you took another picture. You knew you had enough but you were just so excited that you actually finished that you had to take another one just for the memories.

"Sam! Y/n! We need your help." Tara yelled as she walks in.

"Yes please tell Tara here that the Babadook is a bad movie." Mindy says.

While you were confused Sam knew exactly what was going on. "I just don't get how you can hate something that you haven't even finished watching," she laughs. "You put it on once, turned it off halfway and never watched it again." She said. Mindy nodded at that. "Yeah because I didn't like it." She said in an obvious tone. "I thought you knew that," she added. Tara rolled her and turned to look at you. "So what do you think Y/N? Is the Babadook a bad movie like Mindy says?" She asks.

"Oh I've never seen it." You said easily.

Both girls looked at you like you just kicked a puppy. "What?" They asked. "You've never seen it?" You shook your head. "Nope. Never. I'm not a fan of those movies." You said. Mindy was confused when you said that. "What do you mean?"

You shrugged "scary movies. I'm not into them after my cousin made me watch Friday The 13th when I was twelve and it gave me nightmares for two months." You said. "So I don't watch them."

Tara knotted her eyebrows together as she looks at you with confusion written all over her face. "But you know the Stab franchise," she points out. "So you obviously know horror movies." She argued. You nodded in agreement with that. "Yes I know Stab, but I have never seen Stab." You tell her. "Just because I have heard of something or something is popular enough to talk about doesn't mean that I've seen them," you explained.

"If not horror then what do you like?" Mindy asked.

"Musicals!" You and Sam said at the same time, which made you both giggle.

While Mindy was fake gagging at the cuteness, Tara was looking at her sister. "How did you know that?" She asked. Sam shrugged with a smile on her face. "It's pretty easy to decipher. She practically explodes when a new music is announced." She said. Both Tara and Mindy nodded before turning to you.

"So what is your favorite musical then?" Tara asked.

You smiled "In The Heights." You said easily. "The music and cinematography is amazing! Also Vanessa is the best character with the best voice," you gushed excited. Mindy laughed at that. "Yeah we already knew that. I mean she looks like Sam so of course she's your favorite." She teased, which made you blush.

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Today was a long day for Sam and she was only halfway through her shift at the new coffee shop. She felt like she couldn't catch a break today and it was frustrating. Everything that could go wrong was going wrong and she was angry. People were more rude today and several coworkers of hers unfortunately found out about her father and were using the new information to antagonize her. Today was a bad day and she really couldn't wait to go home.

Taking her break Sam sat alone with her eyes closed as she tries to calm herself down. She was still talking to her therapist and they have been working on ways for her to relax when she's feeling stressed or angry. So far it's working.

After her break things smoothed out for Sam. She felt more relaxed and working was less stressful for her. She still couldn't wait to go home, but for now things were good. She just hopes that they stay that way.

You stood in the kitchen with your phone opened as you repeatedly looked over the recipe you wanted to make. It was a pasta dish and it seems simple enough to make but you still wanted to make sure that you had everything correct that you needed. Cooking was never your strong suit but you tried. However, today was special and you needed everything to go well today. It just had to go well.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Mindy asked.

"Yeah that doesn't seem right." Chad said softly.

You sighed and bowed your head. "Honestly? I'm not even sure anymore." You whispered. Tara gave both Mindy and Chad a look before turning to you. "Y/N, everything is going to be ok. You have the ingredients and I am sure we can find a tutorial on this." She said. Your eyes snapped opened and you quickly grabbed your phone and typed in the recipe. "I think I have an idea."

With things finally coming together you felt way more relaxed and could finally go get ready. Tonight was special and you wanted everything to go perfectly and be perfect. All of this was for Sam and you really hope she likes it.

Walking inside the apartment it was pretty dark. The only thing giving Sam any light was the two candles on either end of the table. They sat by two plates that was loaded with pasta and a nice salad. It was really cute!

"Sammy! You're home!"

Two arms were wrapped tightly around Sam's body and her face was quickly littered in kisses from her very happy girlfriend. "Hi, baby. Did you do all of this?" She asked. You nodded as you pulled back but never let go. "Yes! I wanted to do something nice for our date night." You tell her.

Sam's eyes lit up when she heard that and without saying anything she kissed you. It was a very needy kiss that was filled with all the love and passion she could muster. She didn't know why but she just felt like she had to show you just how much she loves you. She really loves you.

Pulling away Sam rests her forehead against yours and smiled at you. "This is amazing baby! Thank you." She said softly. You smiled proudly. "You're welcome honey!"

The date was filled with laughter and love as you both shared stories about your day. Sam compliment your food and told you how beautiful you looked, which made you blush as you shyly thanked her. It was a nice night that was crashed by Tara, Chad and Mindy because they wanted you and Sam to watch some new horror movie that was out. Sam was ready to defend you and say no but you decided that you wanted to watch. So you guys did.

You hated the movie but having Sam right next to you, whispering how after you guys would watch that musical you liked made everything better. You and Sam both shared a look that told you each how lucky the other was to have each other. You both knew that the bond you shared was real and the love you had would never go away because you both were head over heels for one another.

#sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #mindy meeks martin #chad meeks martin

[aizawasbrazybaby]

❥𓂃𓏧 Feel My Touch

𖦹Warnings: Gyno!Nanami x Fem!Reader, p in v sex, Oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, mention of spit, pet names (reader is called beautiful), Squirting, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Choking

𖦹Word Count: 1.7K

🫧: So because of my job and random ass hours my upload days are Saturday. I’m working on my SDV fics too ʕ-᷅ᴥ-᷄ʔ.Btw this is barely edited so sorry for any mistakes

ᐕSummary: You’ve never experienced an orgasm but a new doctor has you feeling new things…

Beads of sweat threatened to slide down your temples as you waited. Anticipating that new nerve riling sensation that’s been eating at your lower abdomen for the past week. When you first felt it you assumed it was one of those normal infections women usually get. But the symptoms weren’t the same in the slightest. There was no itching, burning while urinating or thick white substance. This feeling was foreign and indescribable.

Your ears perked as you heard your name being called. The lady flashed a smile, her short brown hair pulled back, “right this way.” She led you to one of the rooms further to the back and passed you a gown that was commonly used in hospitals, “change into this and the doctor will be in shortly to assist you.”

You sent her a curt nod and a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes, “thank you.”

Once the door clicked shut an eerie silence you were used to fell over the room. You stripped down to your skin, stuck your arms through the sleeves and tied a bow with the loose strings. Music blasted through the speaker of your phone from the tiktok videos. Minutes passed, longer than you expected, before three knocks echoed in the room and your posture straightened.

“Good evening,” Nanami smiled.

One glance at him and that feeling. That fucking feeling hammered throughout your body. Stronger than you’ve ever felt. Traveling from your quick beating heart all the way to your cunt. Your hand absentmindedly touched your belly attempting to pinpoint this emotion, “hi.”

“______ ______ right?” He closed the door behind him and sat in the round rolling seat, “Dr. Nanami, nice to meet you.”

“Where is Dr. Shoko? I made an appointment with her.”

His eyebrows twitched as he refrained from saying what really came to mind first, “she asked me last minute to stand in for her for more hands-on experience as I am no longer training under her. Shoko claimed to have sent an email to all of her patients last night.”

You grimaced internally knowing it was mixed in with the other hundreds of unopened emails, “oh..”

“For obvious reasons if you don’t wish to continue with this appointment that’s completely understandable and you’ll be refunded in full.”

“That’s okay I don’t mind,” you said, unable to look away from his breathtaking features. You attempted to partially explain how you felt without tripping over your words and stuttering. Yet there was no luck in that department.

He stood to lean your seat back, “are you pregnant or think you might be?”

“No.”

“Have a husband or partner?” His eyes shot to your ringless finger.

“Single.”

“Now ____ when was the last time you’ve had sex?” He guided your legs apart, securing each calf in the raised holders. He couldn’t stop his eyes from wondering low enough to see the slick on your thighs.

Your hands rubbed you eyes, which he was thankful for, as you answered the question, “bout eight years ago..I think…I’m not quite sure it was one time with one guy and I didn’t really enjoy it.” Which was true. The guy who’s name you didn’t care to remember snuck you to one of the rooms during a house party full of drunks. The only reason you agreed to lose it was because you wanted to see what the hype was about. Why all your friends enjoyed fucking people.

Nanami passed you a square hand sized mirror, “according to Shoko all of your tests from last month came back clear and it says you scheduled due to odd sensations, tell me what’s going on with that.”

Your eyes hit the ceiling and you took a deep breath, “it’s complicated. There’s this clear liquid that keeps coming out and a strange feeling down there. It aches but not in a painful way. It's gonna sound weird but it kind of feels good.” The doctor sat quietly.

assessing maybe?

“I can explain but I need you to hold the mirror so you can see what I’m doing..I like for new patients to watch so they have a better understanding.” Gloved hands snaked to your hips pulling you lower. His thumbs rubbed up and down your spread lips smearing the essence around and stopping before your clit. A low hum of pleasure escaped, causing you to cover your mouth. “It’s fine to make noise, it's normal..no one will hear you except me.”

“What is that?” a thin glistening line connected to your body and his finger.

“Arousal,” his middle finger rubbed circles on your clit, “that sensation you keep feeling. Sometimes it’s for no reason, other times it’s because you come across something or someone you find sexually desirable. Miss._____ ,” your pussy clenched around nothing and you sucked in a hard breath, “do I happen to suit your taste?” You nodded knowing a moan was at the tip of your tongue. “That’s very good, because you suit mine.”

“That feels really n-nice.”

The wheels on the chair inched him close enough that you felt his breath on your messy cunt. Removing his gloves he worked two fingers into you, watching them disappear slowly. His other hand pawed at the growing tent of his pants, “do you ever pleasure yourself?”

“N-no,” you hummed, “I d-don’t know h-how never tried.”

The corner of his lips rose ever so slightly. One blink and you would miss it, “There’s different ways to go about it. A lot of women like to finger themselves like this,” he pulled his hand back and drilled them in deep. Curling the tips in the process. Your moans drowned out the white noise from the old office light above head. Nanami’s thumb met your clit again, finding the pace that made your eyes roll to the back of your sockets. A white cream gathered in the nook of his digits.

“What,” you tried to catch your breath, “what the fuck was that what just happened?”

“That was an orgasm,” he pushed the ugly gown higher, “do you need some water we still have a few more things to go over?” His mouth wrapped around his fingers licking them clean.

“No,” you spat wanting nothing more than his hands all over you. Wanting him all over you.

He chuckled, “another way you could do it is oral sex. Even if you don’t have a partner to perform it on you there are toys designed for this purpose.” Nanami released his erection smearing his precum round his tip. From the mirror you watched him touch himself. God did you have the perfect angle. Spit fell from his mouth straight to his pretty cock head and his pale hand pumped agonizingly slow.

“Doctor,” you whispered not expecting him to hear you. His blond locs were the last thing you saw before his lips were latched on your pussy. Devouring every last drop. He moaned as your cold fingers ruined his neat hair. “Just like t-that Nanami,” your hips were uncontrollably grinding into his tongue. The last guy didn’t try this but merely pounded your pussy sloppily only caring to get himself off.

Sweat gathered at your hairline and your heart quickened. A coil formed and only grew tighter as Nanami sucked your clit. He gripped the base of dick stopping his pace altogether. He picked up all the indicators that you were so so close to cuming for him. And he wanted to time it perfectly. “Fuckkk Nanamiii,” your body tensed and accidentally scrunched up his hair a grip too tight. He let out a deep long moan that pushed you over the edge. Your cum coated the inside of the doctor's mouth making his eyes widen. Globs of his release splattered on the floor. More than he has seen in a while.

Nanami rose to his feet, planting a foot on a protruding part of the chair. To his advantage the medical seat was low enough to align his dick to you. His cock slid between your saturated folds milking the last couple droplets of his pleasure.

“The last way,” he grunted, “dildo’s but nothing beats the real thing. May I?”

“Put it in,” you stopped short of begging for him to fuck you. It slipped in with more ease than you expected despite his size. His hands felt up every inch of your body making sure not to miss a spot. He hunched over and slipped his tongue in your mouth relishing in the remnants of yourself.

Nanami’s teeth grazed down your chest, “did he feel this good fucking you? Did he touch you the way I did?”

“Uh uh,” you writhed under him, holding on to his white jacket as his hips bucked into yours. He pushed deeper, holding himself in place. He was getting close to cuming again. Too close. And by the way you were wrapping around him he wanted to last as long as possible with you. A caressing hand stroked your cheek then slid down to your neck. Your eyes filled with white for the third time. Though you pushed him weakly he pulled out completely. Watching in absolute bliss as you squirted all over him and leaving visible wet marks on his light colored clothing.

His mouth hung open in amusement. He’s never hooked up with a woman who squirts only dreamed of it. And how he felt so foolish to think you’d last long after never experiencing an orgasm. To hell with making himself last.

“So fuckin beautiful,” he said before choking you, sliding his cock into your gushing cunt. He fucked himself so deep in your pussy the only way to move was back. Retracting his hips he pounded quick but it was enough to send you into overdrive. Squealing from the overstimulation. “Squeeze it beautiful,” he panted through the strokes. You did so and in an instant you felt his dick emptying itself. Neither of you moved for a minute or two until he placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. He sat up fixing the both of you before pulling a clipboard off the small desk.

“Miss._____ I’m going to schedule you for another visit in exactly two weeks from today for…some test.”

#nanami x poc!reader #nanami x black!reader #poc reader #black women #black reader #dark skin #brown skin #light skin #black female reader #black writers #jujutsu kaisen x black reader #poc writers

[toms-cherry-trees]

Hello Mars!! Congratulations for your 1.5K followers celebration 🎉 I hope you get many many more! 🤗 and more stories!

To celebrate can I request a blurb with this gif?

(Fluff) I love a rare Tommy Shelby smile 😊 😉 ♥️

Congrats once more!! *hype* also could you add me to your Tommy tag list? xx

Tommy smiles are so rare we ought to cherish them 🥺🥺

Also I will add you to the tag list! Thanks for the request darling!

Mars 1.5K Celebration

Laugh || Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Hunting, some war PTSD, because fluff with me is never 100% fluff

Raucous laughter booms through the stillness of the forest, mixing in with the cacophony made by the lurking animals who are surely hiding not so far from you, all of them driven off by the heat and light of your bonfire. In the background you hear the gentle gurgle of a nearby stream from where you obtained water for the mint tea now warming your hands and your belly. You are swathed in an old woollen blanket of dark green hues, already frayed and thinned out by time. Tommy sits across from you on a log, cigarette hanging from his lips as he entertains you with stories of his childhood, enacting the best parts for you with dramatic motions of his hands. 

“And how much did you pay John to eat a pound of raw onions?” You inquire once more, half of the story having been lost between your laughs.

“Not enough for the stomach ache he got. His breath reeked for days” Tommy’s laugh is such a rare occurrence you have forgotten how beautiful it is. Deep and throaty, shaking his shoulders and pulling his lips into a grin. His eyes shine brighter and his features soften, jaw no longer clenched tight and brow relaxed. The only thing that remains of the old Tommy, the only part of himself not tainted and poisoned is his laugh. And you cherish every little instance you get to hear it.

When Tommy said you two were going out to camp, you thought he had lost his mind. Sure, camping out had been a big part of your youth but now, both in your 30s, three children and a lot of responsibilities under your wing, the idea seemed derisory. Yet you didn’t regret one bit coming out with him into the forest, still safely within the lands surrounding Arrow House. You knew if you had allowed, he would have taken you out on the road to God knows where, but you felt safer close to the house and your kids.

“What do you think the other MPs would say if they saw you, mighty Tommy Shelby OBE, with mud up to your knees and gathering twigs to light a fire?”

Tommy flicks his cigarette stub into the fire and comes to sit next to you, his strong arm circling your shoulders “I am sure my fellow MPs would be very appreciative of my extensive efforts to understand better the lives of the common people”

“Because surely the common people of South Birmingham sleep in vardos under the stars and hunt rabbits for supper” A teasing smile tugs at your lips, leaning your head back on his shoulder so you can observe his features. His cheeks are flushed from cold, despite the warmth of your body and the flames, and his breath comes out in faint puffs of mist. You press your tin mug into his hands, noticing the way he stretches his stiffened fingers. Silence has befallen you, and for long minutes you two dwell on the moment, the embrace, and the so welcomed break of the routine. 

“It’s been ten years” He whispers quietly, swirling the drink in his hand before taking a sip

“I know” Is the only reply that you can muster, instinctively scooting closer to his frame until your head is tucked under his jaw, his hand laced with yours and you tracing circles on the back with your thumb. He inhales deeply the scent of your hair, chin perched on top of your hair. Physically he is hugging you, but his brain is in a far away land. 

Ten years. A whole decade. The anniversary of the day he returned home from France, beaten and bruised and underfed and scared, even if he would never admit it. Even if your affection and devotion had nursed the physical damage, some wounds could never be treated nor healed, and remained gaping and bleeding in a place only he could reach. A place that only belonged to him, and of which you were only allowed frightful glimpses every time his demeanour broke into fits of unbridled rage, or when he would awake you in the dead of the night, fingers clinging to your nightgown and feverish kisses to your skin because they are there, the Germans are coming, the shovels are on the wall and you are the only anchor he has to steady himself against the storm brewing inside his brain. 

“Sometimes I wonder if-”

“No. Don’t wonder. It is all in the past and it no longer matters” You are quick to interrupt him, knowing where his thoughts are heading. Never before you thought you would hear terms such as shell shock or survivor’s guilt, but once you learned about them, they made perfect sense. When things got dark, Tommy pondered over the what ifs of life. What if he had not returned, and instead another boy had made it home; a boy who did not put his family in danger, a boy who protected his loved ones and did good to others, instead of carrying guns up his sleeve and knives in his heart. Tommy always said boy instead of man; another of his tactics of self-flagellation, derived from all the fresh-faced kids who boarded the train with him, and how little of them made the journey back.

You know you have to pull him out of his trance before he sinks too deep into his black waves, and you can only think of one way how. Your fingers slowly trace patterns above his heart, sliding down in progressively wider circles until you find that ticklish spot between his ribs and dig deep, forcing a startled laughter from his lips. All of a sudden Tommy is on the ground, your weight pinning his legs as you continue your assault, thumbs digging under his ribcage and stealing the breath from his lungs in forced waves of laughter, all of while he struggles to smack your hands away, his body writhing under your and staining his shirt with green from the grass. After several tortuous minutes he manages to grab your wrists in his grasp and pulls both of your hands to a halt, drawing in heavy breaths as the joyous sounds slowly fade away. 

“You are terrible sometimes” He growls, pulling you close by the wrists so your body topples over his, keeping your arms pinned between your bodies as his arms circle your waist. His heartbeat remains frantic and his cheeks are as red as ripe apples. 

“And yet you decided to marry me” Your lips hover inches above his, both of you sporting relaxed smiles. His eyes seem brighter than ever, almost innocent. You see through the vines encircling his soul the traces of the young lad he used to be, peeking out through gentle moments like this. 

“Terrible decision on my behalf”

“Terrible indeed” You mock, a soft laugh escaping you as you wiggle free from his grasp enough to accommodate yourself so you are straddling his abdomen, knees on either side of him. His hands naturally rest on the curve of your hip to keep you steady, features brimming with adoration for the wife that keeps him grounded and steady. Without you he would be like a boat without moorings, drifting into the abysm. 

You lean in for a kiss tantalisingly slow, while Tommy lifts his torso to meet you halfway. Right before your lips touch, your fingers are back on his ribs, stealing laughs from his throat and flutters from his heart. 

#mars 1.5k celebration #marsie writes #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby fic #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby one shot

[yuniniverse]

OH MY GODDDDD YOUR ACCOUNT IS THE BEST TBH ugh i am so lucky i wanna gate keep like girl you are too good to be trueeee i have been reading for a while and now i wanna make a lil request it goes smth like this we all know minjae hates being called short what if he finds a friend that hypes him up and tells him they are the same and stuff like that and they are friends from the same training program and she was under sm like him back then and stuff like that idk sorry if i bothered but really girl i love like I LOVE YOUR WRITING SOOOOO MUCHHHH 🩷🩷🩷

PAIRING !  ━ idol!minjae x idol!reader

GENRE !  ━ Friends to strangers(?) To lovers, fluff, seems rushed I'm so sorry TvT, slight angst

WORD COUNT !  ━ 2445 words

AUTHOR NOTE ! ━ I kid you not when I saw this I nearly cried because of how sweet you are :( I'm so sorry for the delay love uni is shit esp with all my sem end exams but thank God I have a few days off so I can work back on requests~ I hope you like it <3

SONG RECCS ! ━ Stardust Lovesong by Jihyo, Whispers of Love by Lim Hayoung

dm to be in my taglist!!

The speakers blared through the studio while minjae sat in one corner, his head turned to face the computer that lit the dim room and played their debut song, spacing out completely, draining out the noise to muffled sound of the song as his mind thinks of a hundred things, things that made him feel not so great, mad even.

Recalling memories of how excited he was a week back, jumping around like a kangaroo as his members gave him a playful questioning look as they all looked at their first ever concert costumes. Everyone was busy talking about it, the maknaes calling junghoon to brag about how excited they were and showed off a few steps as spoilers for the concert as they huddled together and screamed at junghoon who just wanted to sleep if it weren't for seeun spamming his phone and disrupting his peaceful slumber.

The entire way from KQ to their venue Minjae was the happiest and didn't even try to hide it, he dragged his members around to make tiktoks that he could post later and even dragged yujun around forcing the poor boy, who just wanted to eat in peace,the venue which seemed so pretty to him. But it all dimmed when he saw all the members get compliments while he just got taunted for his height, he loved roadys and sure they were just joking around, but he can't help but feel hurt.

"MINJAE!" He snaps out of trance, jumping on his feet as he hears you scream his name, "you spaced out for a while, you ok?" You asked. Minjae smiled, he knew if anyone only you would understand his struggles, both of you were the leaders of your group and have been training together, transferring from sm to kq and helping each other with debuting. He shook his head and stood up, making his way to you as he put on a forced smile. You on the other hand knew something was going on, your worries only grew when you saw a tear slip from his eye, which he immidiately wiped off, looking away in order to avoid your upcoming lecture. You only hugged him to which he responded back by hugging you, his embrace grew tighter as he did his best to hold back tears but let go as soon as he felt your hand rub circles on his back, his mother would always rub circles on his back whenever he was down or was afraid he wouldn't debut and you stood there watching with a smile, this gesture made him realise he was homesick too but couldn't go back home yet. He couldn't help but cry onto your shoulder to which you could only console him by back rubs. "Sorry" he mumbled as he snuggled and wiped away his tears, backing away from the hug. Confused, you ask why and he says "You're leaving next week for your groups tour and promotions, the last thing you'd want to see is me crying" he says as he looks at you with glistened eyes, you insisted it was fine, he was your friend, someone who you loved even but was too shy to tell him, to see him breakdown shattered you. You held his hand, taking him to the nearest convenience store and bought him ramen, helping him sneak the packets into his dorm before junmin catches him and lectures the two of you how it's bad for your health. It was only after you heard minjae giggle for the first time in that day did you leave him alone, dropping him to his dorm and running back to yours.

You felt happy that you helped him, even happier when you heard his giggles. You wished you could hug him for hours and tell him how much you loved him and how proud you were of him for being so strong when situations weren't siding with him. However all the happiness you had was drained when you saw your members running around the form, packing their stuff, You asked your manager what was going on and your manager said how your group had to leave the first thing tomorrow morning as your schedules got leaked and your company couldn't risk in any of your groupmates or you to be hurt as a similar incident took place earlier when your group first debuted and it resulted to your you get members getting hurt the most and having to skip one or two schedules because of the injuries they had gotten. You nod, following your members to your room as you rush to pack your things. It was when you were done is when you realised you didn't tell minjae. Especially since it would be a month or so till you came back to Korea from tour and individual schedules.

You text him but ofcourse it was way past midnight at the time and with how junmin behaved more motherly to minjae than minjaes own mother, you thought probably he was asleep. Your assumption turning out to be true as you checked your phone in the morning again, before you left you checked one last time only to your dismay as the message left as unread.

It was only after your plane took off and you were allowed to turn on your phone after the plane was in cruising altitude did you see your phone blowing up with messages, you smile at minjaes dramatic messages but also felt slight sadness as you two couldn't say your goodbyes properly.

Minjae, although his texts being way over dramatic, was sad as well. He wanted to be there for you as well. His heart warmed up when you hugged him, the tip of his ears reddening as he remembers the sweet words you said as you rubbed his back. It wasn't the fact that he was homesick or that he was down at roadys remarks about him, he cried the most when he realised he was in your arms. You were his weakness, his everything. He always adored how you would care to everyone's needs, in his eyes you were the perfect leader. His heart melting at how you'd always comfort your members, be it hugging them or calling up their family and making their favourite dishes even if it was your first time just to see your members cherry selves. How you'd always be so soft and considerate with your fans. He saw everything from afar, he saw you grown in his eyes. The first time you came to sm, it was after he had been a trainee for a year. Your eyes shining as you saw your seniors practice, the way you jumped when you got your routines correct, to how you cried and laughed in his arms after your debut. He held every moment he spent with you close to his heart.

So it's safe to say how it would always be like he was missing a part of him whenever you went for tours or just away from him in general. His feelings for you growing more and more day after day, he felt like he was falling in love with you all over again whenever he saw you smile or heard your laughs.

You on the other hand was questioning life, mostly the youngest and the oldest. You caught them eating ice creams peacefully as they watched the other two other maknaes run around, the rest of the members joined in, throwing pillows around the hotel room and causing chaos, at midnight. You slapped your head on your forehead, picking up the fallen pillows, your face defeated at the room being such a mess. You glared at the oldest who was deemed to be the "mother of the group" just standing there trying to stifle her laugh. You threw a pillow at one of your members when they laughed at you, causing another round of pillow fight. All of your hair and clothes being disheveled as laughter echoed throughout the room. It was only when your manager walked in did you guys stop. There was a moment of silence, all knowing they were gonna get their ice cream privileges away again, after all your company was famous for weird bans. You stood up and bowed, your hand swinging around motioning your members to scatter off to their rooms, to which all of them did with giggles. Your manager stood there defeated. Handling ten girls was way worse than babysitting any child. He only sighed, knowing your stylists are gonna be mortified at the condition of your hair being all over the place and trying to fix all ten of you girls.

After what seemed like eternity, you were at the airport back again, waiting for your flight back to Korea. You couldn't help but excitedly text minjae everything that happened, the past month was amazing for both you and your members. Everything seemed too perfect, from how you had fun in stages to late night screaming coming from rooms because you guys wanted to play some games but resulted to cheating and some biting.

It was all too perfect to be too true. You should've seen this come to a stop as you landed back to Korea. Your laughs were interrupted by your manager running to you, telling you guys to hold to each other close as the schedules were leaked again and the entire airport was packed with reporters and fans. You could see your members getting worried. You did as you were told, you trailed behind, holding onto one of the members hand as you tried your best to shield all of them from the mobbing. All your efforts going to vain as stepping outside the airport led to more crowd, your eyes teared up at the sight of your members being pushed down, some having their yanked, you were too scared, trying your best to get out of the situation and keeping your head low, holding onto your members hands tightly. Although you girls managed to get inside the bus, seeing how some cried because of how they were hurt both physically and mentally, some "fans" even cursing at them in the airport. You felt helpless. It was as if the perfect life came to an abrupt stop. You put on a smile for them, trying to cheer them up. Ofcourse your mind was clouded with several things as well. With how people always called you a "cheap copy" of your seniors, your members labelled with even worse names.

You sighed, plopping down on the sofa with your bag, your eyes followed your silent members walk to their rooms and settle down quietly. The silence was too much, especially for a group that always had their staffs running with a baseball bat thinking someone broke in because of how much they screamed. You missed it. They would get better, you knew that, but the fact that you couldn't protect your group made you feel like the worse leader possible. You wanted to let it out, but you couldn't. You felt you were being too dramatic.

But the entire form remained silent, only slight glances were made to your manager who visited to keep track of the girls who were injured. You were scratched too, but you were too caught up to notice. You stand up, telling your manager that you'd be going for a walk, giving a small smile to the girls as a way of saying your ok just that you needed some fresh air to clear your head.

You didn't even notice you weren't speaking to minjae as you two did. You felt guilty for it all. The fear of loosing everyone you loved just because you were 'confused' was too overwhelming. Before you knew it, tears rolled down your cheeks to your chin. You sobbed silently as each step you took seemed heavier than the other. The fact that you thought you were drifting away from minjae made you feel as if your entire world was crumbling down.

Fortunate to you, it started pouring, your tears were disguised as raindrops on your face. "Y/n?" You stopped walking, you could hear your heart beating as you recognised the voice. You couldn't turn around, not when you look like a mess.

Minjae walked up to you, his smile grew wider as he recognised the back of your head, his smile immediately dropped as he saw your glistening eyes, you kept insisting it was the rain but minjae could see right through you. You eventually gave in, you rant out to him, feeling so hopeless, you were supposed to be his comfort and yet here you were having a breakdown yourself. He steps forward to hug you, letting go of the umbrella as he held you so softly, him pushing you lightly towards the streetlight as your back rested against the pole, patting your head as he rests his chin above your head, muttering a bunch of 'its ok' as you first his shirt in your hands and sob into his chest. Only when you calmed down did he break the hug, his hands on your shoulders as he stared at you. His eyes flickering to your lips, his heart racing at how you were pouting, your face best red from all the crying and staying so close to him. He inches his face towards you, his eyes still staring into yours. His hands cup your cheek as he whispers 'may i?' to which you close the gap instead, you feel him smiling against your lips as he kisses you soft and slow, his one hand going to your waist and pulling you closer. Minjae breaks the kiss, smiling as he lays another kiss at the tip of your nose. "You are the best leader I've ever known, don't ever doubt yourself ever again because you are truly one of the best people I've ever met" he says as he kisses the top of your head.

"I wish we were together in all our lives and in all the universes" you say as you held his hand while walking, smiling at how red minjae had gotten hearing your words, he looks at you, kissing the back of your hand that is still intertwined with his, still maintaining eye contact with you

"I know we are lovers in every universe and in every life time" he says, you clear your throat in an attempt to calm your rapidly beating heart. He laughs at you and pulls you with your hand to steal another kiss from you, mumbling 'cute' in between the kisses.

#minjae #xikers minjae #xikers #xikers drabbles #xikers fluff #xikers imagines #xikers reactions #xikers x reader #xikers fanfic #minjae x reader #minjae fluff #kim minjae #idk how to feel abiut this? #yunis works #yuniverse

[h3rmess]

BLUE LOCK CHARACTERS THAT I HATE

note: When I say hate, it's not that they're badly written, I just don't like their personalities, and if I was there, I'd probably beat them up. this is in no particular order

1. MICHAEL KAISER

YOU GUYS ARE GONNA EAT ME FOR THIS. everyone loves kaiser, but I don't see why. from the get-go, he was just some snobby little bitch. like you're telling me you like kaiser when he fully got Ness to wipe his hand after he touched isagi?? yeah, no. I understand the team revolves around him but like still come on kaiser just sit down pls. I will admit tho I see the hype, and he's kinda hot but STILL.

2. ALEXIS NESS

BEYOND THE KAISER HATE, FROM THE DEEPEST PART OF MY BODY, THERE IS A RAGING HATRED FOR NESS. he's such a big fat dick rider. I don't care what anyone says. no matter how you try to defend him, he just wants to receive it wide like rashford from kaiser (and NO, I'm not talking about football) we all know he falls asleep imagining scenarios of him and kaiser pls. maybe I don't like him bc he reminds me of ui ui from jjk (they're literally the same person), which would also explain why I don't like kaiser either. HES ACTUALLY THE NUMBER 1 KAISER GLAZER AND IT MAKES ME CRY LIKE SHUT THE FUCK UP PLEASE I BEG YOU. NO ONE CARES THAT YOU THINK KAISER'S GONNA BE NUMBER 1. and that one scene where he's biting his lip and about to cry bc kaiser spoke about isagi HELLO?? his delusion is actually through the roof THAT BOY DON'T WANT YOU HES USING YOU PLS. I have never ever hated a character more than I hate ness...

3. IGARASHI GURIMU

I see nagi slander, I see isagi slander, and I see rin slander. never once have I seen igarashi slander. he's literally useless. Can we be real here. I don't like how he acts as if he's so good at football like HELLO?? like yeah, you got chosen for Blue Lock, so of course, he's better than the average person, but let's not forget he was rank 300 and was always the bottom rank. unless he has an awakening, there's no hope. can we also discuss his goofy ahh weapon 💀 like we got isagi with spacial awareness, kunigami with his power shot, chigiri with his speed, and igarashi casually coming along with his "Can't lose attitude." like yeah no shit dawg you can't lose if you're already at the bottom. everything is an L for him. he's already lost on about can't lose attitude pls escort yourself out. and I refuse to believe that this guy made it past naruhaya, imamura, and KUON?!?!?! nah I'll accept the first 2 but kuon had way too much potential (actually it's bc he's a traitor that he's gone but still.) I am convinced he was not chosen he just happened to be on the winning team each time bc there's no way anyone would pick that gnome.

4. DON LORENZO

literally no reason he's just fucking ugly as shit. every time I see him I cry.

that's all for now, thanks and bye 🥰🥰

#blue lock #bllk #bllk kaiser #michael kaiser #alexis ness #don lorenzo #igarashi gurimu #blue lock kaiser #blue lock ness #blue lock lorenzo #blue lock igarashi #bllk lorenzo #bllk ness #bllk igarashi #anime #manga

[liauditore]

hi i have returned opinions on secret life so far? (also any idea why bigb’s secret animation was different to everyone else’s?) :D

hi hi i have so many Thoughts that i will definitely miss Something but. lots of things. spoilers for ep1 under the cut obvs.

why is every ship getting crumbs. literally all of them. what is wrong with everyone wtf. (except treebark. treebark girlies stay losing)

new mechanic is insanely hype and i am going a little bit feral over it. i've been wanting a UHC-style season for a long time and this seems a great way to kind of. entertainment-fy it i suppose? cus as much as i wanted straight up UHC i can totally understand why players like joel or skizz or scar would struggle hard in that sort of ruleset and it wouldn't be very fun to watch as a result.

i'm a bit.. tentative about the more acknowledgment of the Lore this time around? On one hand i love it and i think it's incredibly cool but on the other hand i know well that lore can eat a series alive if let out of control. Especially when fans start getting pushy about their theories and disappointed when inevitably things aren't as explained or thoroughly confirmed or straight up forgotten. (<-- fnaf fan. i have seen it. it is horrible)

that being said i have trust in grian specifically to handle it well and not go off the deep end with it cus a good chunk of the viewers don't know/care for the lore and if it becomes a Big Thing then a lot of people are gonna end up feeling alienated and confused.

i LOVED Bigb's episode and i think it's like. the ideal way to incorporate lore into a series like this. the way you can Feel that something is off rather than it being explicitly shown. you can choose to write it off or dig deeper. it's good juice. I've mentioned this before but I'll say it again -- Bigb is easily one of the strongest roleplayers on the entire server and his editing REALLY sells it hard. He really melts into what's happening rather than getting up on a platform and shouting THIS PART IS IMPORTANT. LOOK AT ME. which i really appreciate as a kind-of honorary former theatre kid.

but yeah tl;dr i think lore/fan theories should be left to the fandom mainly otherwise it starts getting weird. that being said i trust the life series ppl and can't wait to see what's going on with this season.

now if i may be unhinged myself. i def agree with the theory that Something is up with Bigb's task and maybe whatever gave it to him is trying to mess with the game.

Bigb and Mumbo specifically I felt were acting.. a little OOC the whole episode? Bigb was very much on purpose i think and i reckon mumbo's just excited to be back lol but its fun to think about

the task system has a lot of potential for. fanfic symbolism fuel. i mentioned this on my spam blog i think but something something about the way the players' tasks almost seem to. mock them? a little bit?

like pearl's being to "earn" people's hearts after she failed to make any connections throughout double life and has been somewhat isolated the whole series. bdubs being known for his efficient and beautiful builds being told to make something ugly and useless. scott being implicitly called a parasite with his history of teaming and latching onto one specific person each season. etc. etc.

the teams this time around are looking interesting and i think it's worth noting how it almost feels like.. the opposite of limlife a bit? with how slow and cautious everyone has to play. it seems like over half the server haven't really even joined up with anyone yet which is intriguing. (im personally praying for a scar/jimmy team up. just cus scott said they wouldn't make it lol)

which is great for me cus i loved limlife but the chaoticness of everything did kind of. make deaths less impactful i think? if i see another sky bridge i might scream

im very. of two minds about the scott and impulse team up. because if you dig through my blog you'll see i have kind of a history of being unhinged about those two and their parallels. but i have the sneaking suspicion that their actual dynamic will be like nothing i had in mind lmao

overall i am very excited but trying to control my expectations

also um MUMBO AND LIZZIE ARE BACK AND GEM IS IN THE SERIES AND MUMBO AND LIZZIE AND THUBS ETHUBS ETHUBS ETHUBS ETHUBS--

#asks #secret life spoilers #traffic spoilers #liauditore is unhinged

[noteveryoneis]

(This got away from me and I ended up with 3k words but hey at least we've got something to keep us busy during the agonising wait for the announcement)

Miss Young is gathering her things as Ava prepares to leave, stuffing some notebooks and binder into her satchel, apparently unaware that Ava is lingering in the doorway.

“Hey uh… Are you leaving?” She asks.

“Contrary to what my students believe, I do not live in the school,” Miss Young says, without interrupting her task, but there is a tiny smile tugging at the corner of her lips that makes Ava’s own mouth stretch to the side.

“I thought you all had a big sleepover every night in the gymnasium. Isn’t that what happens? With Duretti in his Ebenezer Scrooge pajamas?”

Miss Young smiles even wider, eyes creasing at the corner as she stands up, passing the handle of her satchel over her head and onto her shoulder.

“No, but, seriously, are you going home right now? It’s…” She checks her watch, “wow, 7: 48, jeez.”

She hadn’t noticed how dark it has gotten outside, the sky is that deep shade of blue that tells that this is going to be a very cloudy night. Days truly are getting shorter, they’re advancing more into fall every day.

A couple of texts sit in Ava’s phone, Camila telling her that they’re all preparing dinner, all four of them, that she has managed to get Nova out of her room for it and that Nina is complaining about having to eat zucchini.

“Yes, I am,” Miss Young says. “This meeting was the last thing on my list for the day. All the others are gone too. Superion told me to lock up behind me.”

And there is something tugging at the back of Ava’s mind, something important that is trying to warn her, to tell her that something might happen and she has to talk, to say something, anything.

There isn’t any car in Miss Young’s driveway. That’s what’s bugging her. There isn’t a car, and it doesn’t matter, because she has seen Lilith stop in front of the house and honk until Miss Young comes out a few times as she helped Neves tie her shoes or Yasmine try to drink her coffee without spilling it on her blouse as she waited for Miss Young to run to the car.

And Lilith is gone, and so is Yasmine and Superion and…

“Are you going on foot?” Ava asks, a little more stupefied than she meant.

Miss Young, God bless her, only pauses for a second as she picks up her coat.

“Yes, I am. I might catch a bus if I walk past one.”

Yeah, good luck with that, the bus drivers get off at 6pm and even before that there is only one line that isn’t for school. It becomes clearer as Ava thinks that Beatrice did not exactly grow up here, that she doesn’t know what she’s doing.

“I’ll drop you off,” Ava says, not even thinking about it.

Miss Young blanches suddenly, looking completely terrified as if Ava had just proposed to bury a dead body — that would make a good first date, wait what?

“Oh,” she says, voice choked out. “Thank you, but I’m alright.”

“You sure about that?” Ava asks, one eyebrow raised.

“Yes, I am, thank you, I’m— I like walking,” she says, fiddling with her coat and dropping it nervously, bending down to pick it back up — And Ava is frowning confusedly at her. “I’ll be alright.”

It dawns on her then, that perhaps she understands Nova on a deeper level than Ava thought. Because she looks that same level of awkward and embarrassed and a bit scared as when Ava offers to drop Nova off at school or when one of her friends invited her for a sleepover back in the city.

“Hey, it’s alright,” she says, raising her hands in the air. “Breathe. Look, I get it. I’m not offended if you say no. My kid, Nova — you already know her —, she hates it too. She likes walking too, and I don’t get the hype, but whatever goats your boat. Trust me,” she insists, Miss Young taking a slightly shuddering breath. “Had it been an hour earlier, I would have just let you walk away, no questions asked. But it’s dark, night is falling, and I can tell you from growing up here that douchebags do not only live in the city.”

“Oh.”

She looks down then, shuffles on her feet, bites into her lower lip like she has something to say but is trying to keep the words inside.

“I don’t want to be a bother,” she whispers then.

You’re a burden to everyone around you, Ava Silva, Frances would say. Nobody will ever care for you. I’m the only thing you have in this world today.

Well, fuck you Frances, she might not have anyone that cares for her, but she cares for others, and it’s fucking awesome. And she has three kids to come home to and to love and to care for and they love her back and it feels great.

“You’re not,” Ava smiles, as warm as she can, as Miss Young looks up with some adorable hope in her eyes. “Trust me, you’re not a bother, nor a burden. I’m doing this because I want to, and because we both know you’d do the same if the roles were reversed.”

Miss Young refuses to meet her gaze, but she nods, sharply, once.

“Alright,” she says, and Ava grins.

“Great. Let’s go, then, I gotta go home and pretend I like zucchini so that my kids eat it.”

Miss Young smiles at that, walking out with her and locking the door behind them. Ava stays beside her, hands in the pocket of her jeans, wiggling mindlessly as they walk. Miss Young opens the door for her and every time Ava nods with one hand on her cap, Miss Young smiling slightly as she looks down, like looking at her for more than a second is too hard and she needs to take breaks in between.

“I’m gonna be honest,” Ava says as they walk outside, past Superion’s empty office. “I never thought I would be in school at this time of the day for anything other than detention.”

“Detention cannot be given past 6pm or before 6am,” Miss Young says, locking the double doors and giving the handle a good shake as if trying to test the lock — it’s good.

“Oh my God, you’re one of those kids that have read the rules of the school.”

“I teach here, Miss Silva,” Miss Young says, with a strange light in her eyes that makes it look like she’s trying really hard not to roll her eyes.

“It’s Ava.”

“I’m sorry?”

“My name, it’s Ava,” she says, as they exit the playground onto the street, Miss Young locking the gate behind them and checking the lock once again. “We’re not on school grounds anymore, you can call me Ava.”

“Oh. I’m Beatrice, then, but you probably already knew that,” she says, letting go of the gate with a bit of reluctance, like she’s afraid Ava is going to take her in the middle of the woods, tell her to think about Hobbits and put a bullet in the back of her head.

“You’re all Nina talks about, of course I do know that,” she says as they start walking, Ava leading her towards the parking lot where her car is waiting. “And you teach third grade, not middle school. You don’t give detention.”

Beatrice sighs, this time really rolling her eyes, but there is a tug at the corner of her lips and Ava gives herself a mental high-five.

“Alright, I did read school rules back when I was a student. Does that make me such a bad person?” She asks, with humor.

“Nova has read school rules,” Ava states as an answer. “Because she’s one of those ‘By the way, did you know that you have rights? The Constitution says you do’,” she says, mimicking Nova’s little voice and her careful choice of words.

She laughs to herself, Beatrice smiling down again, like she can’t make fun of Nova in good conscience, which is admirable, but Ava says it with pride, because no matter how annoying her kids can be, they’re her kids, and she loves them.

She stops in front of her car, turning around and watching as Beatrice takes it in, doing her best to keep her face cool and doing a bad job at it. She knows it looks busted, the red paint is scratched on one side, there are little handprints and stickers on the windows, one of them can’t even roll down anymore.

���It’s weird, I know, you can say it.”

“I wouldn’t dare,” Beatrice smiles.

“Neves calls it ‘Mater Poopy Car’, if it makes you feel any better.”

Beatrice frowns at that, confusion in her eyes.

“From the movie, ya know, ‘Cars’.”

“Oh. Is it the dusty truck? I’ve seen it on a backpack of one of the children,” she says, and Ava nods.

“The fact that you deduced it from the state of my car tells me all I need to know about what you think of it,” Ava says. “Hop on, milady, your ride is here!” She announces, juggling her keys. “The passenger door needs a really good pull, don’t be afraid to swing it and make sure not to fall, I would hate to be the reason my kid’s teacher ends up with a broken ass at the hospital.”

“That’s very thoughtful,” Beatrice mutters, more for herself than for Ava.

She does manage to open the door herself, stumbling a little backwards but managing to stay on her feet — Nova has mastered the art of never falling, she can do it with her eyes closed. Ava has already climbed in as Beatrice slides into the passenger seat, tucking her satchel and coat onto her lap and reaching back to pull the door. Ava has to extend an arm over her lap to help her close it firmly, adjusting her cap on her head as she turns on the ignition.

Just as she pulls out of the parking lot, Beatrice starts fumbling on her seat, moving around and reaching back like she’s trying to find something.

“What’s up?” Ava asks.

“Something is poking my back.”

She reaches back and pulls out something, to find herself holding a candy stick in her fist, frowning confusedly at it. Her gaze wanders towards Ava, who looks insistently at the road.

“That’s not mine.”

“Well, that surely isn’t mine either. In between the two of us, I do hope it’s yours because the alternative would be concerning.”

Ava giggles as she reaches out a hand towards her, the both of them fumbling awkwardly together before Beatrice lets go of it, and Ava bites happily into it.

“Aren’t you supposed to eat courgette at home?” Beatrice asks, frowning with delightful confusion and a bit of amusement in her eyes.

“’Courgette’,” Ava repeats in her best British accent. “Where did Duretti find you, Buckingham Palace?”

“Are you calling me royalty?”

“You said it, not me.”

Beatrice rolls her eyes again, but she does it strangely, like it’s her first time doing it and she’s growing used to it, smiling into the shadow provided by the roof of the car as Ava keeps on driving, one hand still holding tightly onto her candy stick.

“I’m not royalty,” she says.

“Sure you ain’t, Miss Mary Poppins. ‘Fancy a cuppa, darling?’,” she imitates, and Beatrice lets out something that sounds a little bit too close to a chuckle, Ava giving herself a thousand mental fist bumps to congratulate herself.

“That was awful.”

“It was awesome. Bet I’m making you feel homesick or something.”

“You certainly aren’t,” Beatrice says, shaking her head. “I grew up around here.”

Ava stays silent at that, not knowing what to say.

“You already knew,” Beatrice comments, immediately guessing what her silence means.

“It’s a small town. Whatever secret you think you have, it’s not yours anymore. I’m sure you already know about the whole fiasco with…”

She waves her candy stick in the air, unable to say his name as it leaves a sour taste in her mouth and she hates it. Beatrice’s eyes follow the movement of the candy stick in silence, like it is some sort of light floating in front of her or like a baby in front of their birthday candles — Ava has seen it with her own eyes, she can tell.

“I don’t participate in gossip.”

“Good for you, Mary Poppins,” Ava nods. “And for your information, I only know that you came back a few years ago to teach here, and that you know aikido, but that’s because Nina keeps bugging me about it.”

They fall into comfortable silence as Ava drives under the deep blue sky, the street lights throwing their orange shades onto their faces and giving them some strange air, some ethereal and unearthly atmosphere that clings to Ava’s brain the few times she glances at Beatrice.

“Sorry, did you want to share?” She asks, waving her candy stick once again.

“No, thank you,” Beatrice says with a smile. “I don’t think you should eat candy before dinner.”

“I won’t tell my kids if you don’t.”

She can literally hear as Beatrice’s smile stretches and stretches across her face, mirroring Ava’s own smile as she turns at the angle of a street, past Emeline’s grocery store.

“Anyways, I’m sure I can make Camila eat my share of zucchini with enough persuasion,” she comments.

“Camila… The friend that isn’t used to little ears?”

“The one and only,” Ava grimaces.

“Was she also the woman flirting with Lilith at Mary and Shannon’s house?”

“You saw it too?!” Ava asks excitedly, smile so big it’s splitting her face in half at this point. “God, Lilith used to be unattainable, I don’t know what’s gotten into Camila.”

“She still is,” Beatrice says. “Most of the children are scared to death of her, one of Yasmin's student once said her name when they were talking about the things that scared them the most.”

Ava bursts out laughing, thinking about all the times she saw Lilith brooding in the front row of the classroom or been yelled at to shut up the few times she acknowledged Ava’s existence.

“That doesn’t surprise me at all,” she giggles, Beatrice looking at her with a smile. “I said ‘Superion’, when I was a kid.”

And it was a lie, because Ava wasn’t allowed to say Frances’ name, as she knew the woman would have probably pushed her through a window if she had heard of it.

Still, Beatrice keeps smiling to herself, looking out at the window with something akin to fondness in her expression.

“Did you?”

“Yeah, she gave me the creeps. I was convinced she hated my guts, I would run away as soon as I heard her cane hitting the ground in the hallways.”

That belief lingered all of Ava’s life, until Superion found her crying in the school bathroom after realizing that JC’s hoodie that she had been wearing constantly for a few weeks could not hide her baby bump anymore. She had sat her down in her office, had given her hot chocolate and cookies, and had asked her if she needed to call Shannon — which Ava had declined, she could do this on her own, JC was going to find her any minute now and make her laugh again.

From that moment, Superion’s mask had started to become transparent to Ava, like she could see through it. Nobody would even dare mention Ava in her presence, even after she dropped out, according to Camila. She held Nova that day when Ava rushed into her office, announcing that JC and her were leaving this town and that she couldn’t go without saying goodbye.

‘You’re the reason I feel so old today,’ she had said, making Ava smile. ‘I don’t think I’ve met anyone as energetic and unserious as you. But that is a beautiful baby,’ she had commented, Nova babbling as she tried to reach for her hair. ‘I’m proud of you.’

Yeah, Superion was a softie confirmed. But Ava would let her keep that mask on, if it meant that her kids were kept in check.

“What did you say, when they asked you what your biggest fear was?”

A shadow passes over Beatrice’s eyes, her shoulder tensing slightly, almost instinctively.

“The monster under my bed,” she says, and it’s a lie, but Ava lets her have it.

“Creative,” Ava nods. “Neves thinks her toothbrush is haunted.”

“Haunted?” Beatrice asks, relaxing a little, like her confusion has pulled her out of whatever bad memory she was stuck into.

“Yeah.”

“How… How can a toothbrush be haunted?”

“You tell me, you’re the one giving my kids books about dragons and elves and shit. Beats me,” she says, shrugging, and Beatrice hides her smile in the shadow of the car.

Ava stops in front of the little house right across from hers. Beatrice’s house is smaller and it’s only one story high, almost like an apartment, but her front yard is way better than Ava, who still hasn’t found a way to resuscitate her rosebush.

“There we are,” she announces. “Right on time for you to eat your own courgettes.”

“Still awful,” Beatrice smiles as she gathers her things. “Thank you,” she says, then, looking Ava in the eyes with gratitude. “I’m glad we had that talk.”

“Yeah, same,” Ava says awkwardly, hoping that the shadows hide the flush in her cheeks, and needing to find a joke so that she doesn’t invite her for dinner — which would be really weird and awkward and bad. “I might tell my kids that their teacher’s grandma will come down from the skies to make them eat their dinner, who knows.”

“I am not royalty,” Beatrice says, harsher, and weirdly Ava feels a little proud, like Good job, Miss Poppins, you’re affirming yourself.

“You said it, not me.”

“I’ll tell them that you thought Superion was terrifying. And that you eat candy before dinner,” Beatrice threatens.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would.”

She wouldn’t. Neither would Ava, after all.

She raises her hands in the air, surrendering for this time, and Beatrice smiles as she exits the car, managing to open it without too much struggle.

“Thank you, Ava,” she says again, leaning forward with the door open. “You’re very kind.”

“I’m glad you’re my kids’ teacher,” Ava says, because her name sounds a little too good into Beatrice’s mouth and now is really not the time to develop her useless crush on her kids’ goddamn teacher.

Beatrice smiles.

“So am I. Goodnight, Ava,” she says, softly, too softly.

“‘Night.”

And she slams the door, exactly like Ava taught her, and Ava’s laugh bursts free as she sits in her dark car, watching from the rearview mirror as she pulls into her driveway as Beatrice walks up her own house, searching for her keys in her coat’s pocket. A cat jumps from the dark and rubs itself against her legs and Beatrice lets it, opening her door and walking inside, the cat following after her.

Ava rests her head on the wheel and jumps when the horn echoes around her, muttering a curse under her breath. Jesus Christ, what the fuck? Now is really not the time to start having a hopeless sapphic crush on her kids’ teacher, who tells them about stupid worm gardens and stupid Maupassant right as she fumbles with her stupid new divorce and her stupid bills and her stupid stupid hometown.

(Thankfully, Ava is stupid too, so it doesn’t really matter anyway.)

She looks up in the rearview mirror again, preparing herself to go inside her house and convince her kids to finish their plates and realizes that Beatrice never gave her her address. She knew Ava knew.

Fuck. Beatrice already knew where she lives.

Beatrice fucking Young has been watching her from her own kitchen window too as Ava comes back every night with a car full of loud little kids and candy sticks.

Well. Good thing they’re both stupid then.

#fic: strangers in this town #warrior nun #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #I don't have WiFi for the announcement and I've used all my data :/

[partyinthemysterymachine]

i think everyone who either follows me, interacted with me, or seen me in passing knows by now that i have a very, very exuberant personality, LOL. i'm very vocal about how much i love my work, and my ideas, and my big brain, and my big brain puns. i have a lot of confidence and a lot of pride for my art, and (obviously) GOOMT. and i think for some that might come off as conceit; which, on some basis of its definition, is somewhat true.

because the definition of conceit is "excessive pride in oneself; vain" and, like. chinhands. on one hand, yeah, that sounds about right, doesn't it? but on the other hand, i'd have to disagree. i understand that how i assert my confidence can look something like conceit sometimes (and also that confidence can look like conceit in, or to many people just in general), and i of course understand that i am proud, because i'm allowed to be and i SHOULD be, therefore i am.

but i disagree with "conceit" because of its connotations. "conceited people" are known to be holier-than-thou types, put themselves on plateaus, "my way or the highway", "me me me me me i'm the best and only me" attitudes, etc.. and i really don't want to be seen that way, because i'm not that person.

i'll always say that "fake it 'til you make it" is a legit tactic because i can speak for it personally, lol. i think it's fair to say that especially in the beginning i did go through a very conceited phase, and i think that's normal. it takes a little while to get used to, so experimentation and conceit i think is just a part of the process - so long as you come out of it.

but at this point in my life i like to think i have long since passed that phase of conceit. to be very honest, a lot of what i say in tags or otherwise that allude to me/an idea of mine being "better than everyone else" should be taken as jokes. at the end of the day i do not consider my ideas to be better than everyone else's. my ideas are big brained and HUGE meated, but they are also not all i care about; nor, are they also my ultimate favorites.

that's right: u heard me. there are other ideas out there that actually top my charts. because i have seen so many different headcanons and ideas out there that i would die for. that are SO stupid-huge-meat-brained that i'm literally on my knees begging to know more about please let me pack a bucket of sand from ur sandbox please i'm begging i want to play so bad. i've fallen in love with SO MANY interpretations and AUs and development of ideas and stuff that's faithful to canon and stuff that's canon-divergent and it just. i'm eating it all with my bare hands, smearing it on my face and lying face down in a shallow kiddie pool filled with shaving cream, idk.

the world is a playground and fandom is a jungle gym. i really love seeing people create and interact and i love having so many wonderful headcanons and ideas and discussions and art and fics to look at. i LOVE watching new people come in, or some creators poking their heads in every now and then, LOVE to see the silliness and the more serious works and meeting new people about a new AU. i LOVE it.

we're all equals here, babey; and i see headcanon sharing and i see people being inspired by others and it just feels good, man. sharing and vibing on ideas are good, it blooms discussions and MORE fun. i really really do love seeing people being inspired by one another, it absolutely bursts my brain.

i want to see you create. i want to see you grow, i fucking LOVE to watch creators develop and improve in real time, it literally fills me to the brim with heart emojis. and i hope that everyone knows that i am truly, truly genuine every. single. time. i leave tags and am hype for your work. i am LEGITIMATELY HYPE BABEEEYYY and i want you so, so badly to know that. because you deserve it.

i just want to have fun and i want others to have fun, and i just want to see people build themselves up and really push through all those personal hangups and kneejerk reactions to slap a "sorry my art is bad" "lol i hate this it sucks" disclaimer on their work and just do. not. do it.

have your conceited phase instead. blow yourself up to epic proportions of big-headedness, that's just how it works sometimes; but remember to allow yourself to come down. i've had my own moments of pig-headedness, and i've had my moments of, "ummm excuse me, sweaty, but--" and those are things that will just crop up now and then. no one is perfect. overcoming those instances is important. it's possible to be humbled and grounded and still have a massive amount of pride in yourself, and i like to think that's how i am, because that's how i try to be.

the art of confidence and self-love, and recognizing self-worth is a hard, hard uphill battle that involves many trips and falls and sitting on the slope bawling your eyes out for a minute or ten hours and then patching yourself up and getting back on the trail with a smoothie. this shit ain't easy, and brains are mean.

yes, of course you are allowed to feel upset and down on yourself, and frustrated about not putting out the work you really wanted to, or at a quality you felt you could, or "should" achieve every single time. of course you should vent. but how you act on a public platform does affect how others perceive you and your work, and it's extremely important to understand how you openly act towards your art or yourself also affects your own perceptions of self.

and i guess that's a part of the reason why i do it. i've lived too long being sad and upset and fearful. i want to create and i want to share, and by god you're going to hear about it LOL, because i have worked too hard to clamor over hurdles and let myself get trampled on and cried alone on the bleachers to NOT be loud and proud and genuinely happy with not only MYSELF and MY progress, but OTHERS' work and progress.

i am competing with no one. i'm not here to compete. i do not want to compete. i am not better than anyone else, and we are all equals. i am explicitly here to have fun, and to watch, and want others to have fun - even when it doesn't ever involve me. at the end of the day, the fact of the matter is that i'm in love with how and what people create, just as much, and if not more than how much i'm in love with how and what i create. i want us all to love ourselves and our work and to succeed, whatever that mean to the individual person. that's it.

and considering the friends i've made, the people i talk to even if it's only every now and then, and getting to be a part of a weirdass little fandom that creates so imaginatively and beautifully, and that i get asks in my inbox that i SWEAR i'll around to someday (nervous laughing), that my list of mutuals steadily continues to grow, and all the while i've been growing as a person, as an artist and a writer, and developing this blessed and silly and painfully heartwrenching and based and hahaha >:3c!!!!!!!!!!! ur all in danger glacial slowburn behemoth of a fic that is GOOMT.. yeah, i guess it's safe to say i'm succeeding, LOL.

thanks for sticking it out and reading to the end if you have. i love u, and i love that you've decided to join me on my adventures in however way, and i'm glad to know you. i hope u continue to grow and create and i hope that when you create, you will share with us so i can throw myself on the floor kicking screaming crying throwing up heart emojis and catapulting myself into the sun. because that's like. my favorite pastime, honestly.

anywhoo. back to the GRIIIIINNNDD babey, CHEERS KISS KISS ILU ALL 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖🙏❤️🥚❤️🥚✨🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚

#ches writes #long post #...... yeah idk u guys. i'm a ramblin man LOL #may or may not delete later who knowwsssssss but i just felt like i had to get this out LOL #shoves adderall into mouth and grabs 10 energy drinks and fucking BOOKS IT

[devils-little-sista]

This whole thing has been sitting in my drafts for like 2 or 3 months and I don’t remember why I didn’t post it so here

PJO characters and weather they would eat rocks or not and what kind they would eat

(this was only supposed to be main characters but got out of hand as I started researching and hyperfixiating on cool rocks so I am sorry for the long post)

Percy only eats blue rocks and sandstone because Poseidon and occasionally schist if he can find it

Annabeth only ate one of Percy’s blue rocks because she was curious and majorly regretted it and swore she would never eat another rock ever again

Thalia only eats the pretty and cool looking rocks that stand out from the others and she refuses to eat the normal boring rocks

Nico mainly eats obsidian cause it tastes good and amethyst and crystals and red rubies cause he likes the sparkly ones

Will used to not eat rocks but he tried one of Nicos obsidian rocks and loved it so now he mainly eats obsidian and sometimes any rock with smooth or glossy texture like marble

Hazel mainly eats amethyst and diamonds and schist and red rubies and she also supplies some of her friends with their expensive tastes in rocks

Frank only eats red rubies and schist on special occasions and only if their the ones that Hazel summoned

Piper likes crystals and amethyst and rose quarts but sometimes she can’t find those and settles for anything sparkly with a pretty color

Leo isn’t picky about his rocks he eats any kind from anywhere they’re all the same kind of yummy to him

Jason would only eat rocks if he was starving or if there’s nothing else better to eat

Grover eats any kind of rocks but ussually only eats the normal boring ones and if he finds special fancy pretty rocks he saves them for special occasions as a treat

Hedge is the same as Grover except sometimes gives in to temptation and eats the fancy pretty rocks before the special occasion

Reyna prefers topaz and amethyst and emeralds and but sometimes will settle for any kind of interesting rock if she can’t find her favorites

Hylla same as Reyna prefers topaz and amethyst and loves rubies but is indifferent about emeralds and otherwise eats any kind of interesting rock

Meg only eats emeralds now but has eaten various kinds of other rocks when she was little

Apollo is wondering why all these children are eating rocks that are not edible so he tries one to see what the hype is about and he just doesn’t get it he’s so confused because the rock tastes horrible to him

Luke hated rocks but sometimes didn’t have a choice when he was a kid and couldn’t find anything to eat and the least horrible tasting rock to him was sandstone

Ethan likes any kind of red rocks the best especially red rubies but those are hard to find so he mostly settles for any kind of rocks

Alabaster loves amethyst and emeralds and would eat them every day for desert if he could find enough but sometimes he has to settle for normal rocks

Clarrise loves red rubies the most but settles for any kind of rock

Chris has eaten rocks before trying to understand all the hoopla about it but he still doesn’t get what’s so special about stupid rocks

Travis and Connor love sandstone but sometimes settle for normal rocks

Silena’s favorite was rose quarts but she would settle for any kind of pink rock

Beckendorf never understand why these people eat rocks they’re all insane

Sherman loves red rocks the best but will eat any kind

Miranda only eats emeralds and green rocks and red rubies

Katie likes emeralds but only eats them on special occasions

Austin doesn’t get it and he’s very confused

Kayla likes gold but has only gotten to eat it a couple times

Ellis likes red rocks

Malcolm only eats crystals

Nyssa has wanted to eat certain metals that she works with because they look good and cronchy but she knows better than to try to eat something that’s not edible

Harley eats any kind of metal or rock he gets his little hands on and Nyssa is always trying to stop him

Drew doesn’t understand why everyone is obsessed with rocks and thinks they’ve all gone insane

Mitchel and Lacy have tried rocks just to see what it was like but they didn’t like it and will politely decline them when offered

Julia and Alice thought it was stupid at first but then started eating rock just for attention and to feel included but Alice actually liked some green rocks and emeralds and kept eating them and Julia didn’t like any of the rocks and stopped eating them soon after

Pollux and Castor only ate amethyst and purple rocks

Holly and Laurel would only ever eat gold but have never had a chance too but they will someday other than that they don’t eat rocks because it’s stupid

Butch eats crystals and colorful shiny pretty rocks and ones with a rainbow light prism thing those are his favorite

Clovis doesn’t even know that eating rocks is a thing he was asleep for the entire conversation

Damien tried marble once and liked it but hasn’t eaten any other kind of rock

Paolo only eats topaz and emeralds

Chiara occasionally eats topaz as a special treat

Lou Ellen loves amethyst and emeralds and certain kinds of crystals

Dakota has tried rocks before but was not very fond of them

#Percy Jackson and the Olympians #PJO #Heroes of Olympus #HoO #Trials of Apollo #ToA #Percy Jackson #Annabeth Chase #Percabeth #solangelo #Nico di Angelo #Will Solace #Thalia Grace #Hazel Levesque #Frank Zhang #Piper McLean #Leo Valdez #Jason Grace #Grover Underwood #Coach Hedge #Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano #Hylla Ramirez-Arellano #Meg McCaffrey #Apollo #Lester Papadopulous #Luke Castellan #Ethan Nakamura #Alabaster Torrington #Clarrise La Rue #The Stolls

[nerdyenby]

Green time :D I’m watching Oli

This is the most awake I’ve ever felt, Oli is magic, I swear

*Barks* “That’s a gecko sound” yup

CAMO OLI!!!

Ok but I’m legit confused because he’s actually in the room but is he greenscreening a picture of the room onto himself in the actual room being videoed??? Y’know what, I’m not gonna question it

NO HE HAS A GREENSCREEN OF HIS ROOM IN HIS ROOM IM LOSING IT

It would take at least two degrees to figure out Oli’s stream setup, I swear /pos

“It’s very unlikely that we’ll win” mhm yep no comment

“‘People have ads king they can’t see’ Oh I’m sorry, is that my problem??? They have the sub button don’t they?!?!!??” You guys don’t understand how much I love this man /p

“Obviously a great team: we got skill, we got passion, we got drive. What we don’t got is decision making” so real of them, honestly

Punz and Krinios are Oli antis, real and true

Oli what do you MEAN that is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen (pictured below because I can’t not)

WHAT IS BEKYS STREAM??!??!???!!?!??

Team captain Oli o7

Ah yes Gene Ellie

Oli is the absolute silliest

Can’t believe Oli Orionsound bullied Jojo off the server /lh

Oli and Beky are having so much fun, their energy is unmatched

“‘What happened to Quig?’ Died. Sad. Actually he went to North Carolina, which I think is worse”

“I just want to talk tactics with the bois” “What, am I not allowed?” “No, you’re one of the bois, Bekyamon”

Can’t believe Punz has never met a British person before /j

Krinios gets to have depth perception for once, good for them

Them all cracking up and Krinios’s “That’s so stupid!!” while still laughing, that’s the Orionsound difference right there

“I’m usually bottom ten, if I suddenly up my game, we’re cracked” Where’s that dodgeball ‘gift of prophecy meme’

FINALLY SOME HYPE FOR BINGO (it’s only good with pvp imo but I love some positive energy)

Bingo but Fast

The absolute chaos of thinking they had to get 45 of every item 😭

My bingo bois <333

They’re killing it!!!!

Was Oli the only one to discover the veggie points in bingo? If so that’s so cool and quirky of him

“You really fell off king” “Thanks man” is it too soon to say I love Krinios? I haven’t watched much of his content but they’re funny and gnc and that’s enough for me

“Maybe I was built for scuffed” little does he know…

“Bingo but second?” BEKY 😭

I literally thought “maybe the real elevator is the friends we made along the way” a second and a half before Oli said that exact thing

Battle Box

This team is so strong actually

Them chanting to eat the carrots

Their fight against blue was so clean

Them running around frantically trying to break and eat blocks is so silly

OLI’S POPPING OFF!!!!!

Punz holding a grudge from MCC13 😂

“That’s a hot leaderboard if I’ve ever seen it” they’re all so cool

Why are they talking about fonts and why is Oli doing so in a sultry voice 😭

Hole in the Wall

This team is so good at communicating and adapting, they’re so epic

It sounded like Krinios just straight up told Oli to cut his hands off and then said “Why not?” Lmao

The floor just falling out from below Oli is so comical

“We keep muchin’” so true

“I’m switching to Punz mode” “Yeah!!” Punz being supportive my beloved

Survival Games

“You can’t place blocks” “Not usually, but this is scuffed Punz” so true Oli

Punz just freaking died L

“Punz it’s okay, don’t forget: I’m Punz now” Oli is absorbing his power as we speak

Something about the way Oli swoops is so satisfying

Oli is so “haha I’m in danger”core

Beky and Oli supremacy!!!! They popped off!!!

WHAT IS THIS HALFTIME SHOW??!!!?!!???! I’m down but what’s the backstory here??

Well now I have to watch red lmao

TGTTOSAWAF

They all got top 10?!?!!??!! They popped off!!!

WHY ARE THEY ALL SO GOOD AT THIS????

“First is good, I think” so true Oli

3 green in the top 4, they’re so cracked

“Guys I think the second eye is helping me” He’s just too powerful when they have depth perception

WHY ARE OLI’S PREDICTIONS SO ON POINT??? He legit was just like “you don’t think we’re gonna get blockle? Really?” He was so confident my goodness

Sands of Time

Oli sand daddy :D

He’s doing such a good job giving instructions and getting everyone settled

Beky calling the extra something after the portal immediately and she’s right

They actually handled the jumpscare so well what the heck

“Oh it’s just giving us anxiety?!??? Oh my god, that’s so mean!!!” So real Krin

Oli’s such a good sandkeeper I could cry (I have covid and my eyes are watering every 10 minutes don’t judge me)

I’m so unreasonably proud of Oli’s performance this MCC, he’s doing amazing

Their comms are so good 😭😭😭

“It’s a hard jump kinda” “No it’s not, we’re cracked”

Big Sales at Build Mart

These guys are having so much fun, it makes me so happy

I was so sure “team captain Oli” was Beky joking but he’s genuinely such a good igl

“That’s funny man” “Thanks man” “You practice that one?” “Yeah I did :)” oh my gosh them

“You can’t punch in the nether bit” “That would be togettotheothersidescore” it’s for the best but I kinda wanted them to be able to punch each other into the lava, it would be so silly and (dare I say) scuffed

Oli being self deprecating and Bek just agreeing with him 😂

Ah yes, the bickering phase of buildmart

Oh no, Oli being one block off on the check board means he got 0% :((

“There has to be crazy game for us to get out of dodgebolt right now” “Hey, you don’t know how hard I can throw” the way Oli’s proud of that is everything, actually

Skyblockle

Why does Krinios think there’s friendly fire in skyblockle?? Who hurt them???? (Literally)

Oh did Bek’s internet die?

Beky’s back :D

Punz being shocked that he landed in the void and Oli’s little “I landed it :)”

“What’s that iron golem in the middle, what does he do?” “What doesn’t he do?” So true Oli

Gee thanks, no pressure Punz lol

Oli placing lava on himself, that’s my A tier <333

They were so ready to not make it lol

They’re so excited to team with yellow :))

Jimmy is so confused lmao

Dodgebolt

Jimmy and Oli my beloveds

“Blushi we’re sharing a brain” I love everything happening here actually

I love yellow so much I’m so excited to watch them

“You’ve never missed a shot, ever” … “I missed the shot!! D:”

“Hiding like a little mouse” “Like a rat, even” So true Bek

PUNZ 😭😭😭😭 “You have to hit one” *both miss*

Oli just standing still to stare at the frog for like five seconds is so adhdcore

Joel and Oli’s trade is so iconic

How are Krinios and Punz in such perfect sync lmao

KRIN JUST KILLED JIMMY 😭😭😭

“There is friendly fire, just to let you know” Thanks Jim

Oh whoops I was definitely wondering in previous pics what happens when pg and nonpg are thrown together in dodgebolt, guess we know lol

“Why would you start the anime betrayal arc?” Because he’s an anime protagonist, Phil, you know this, cmon

“If you hit both of these you’re the craziest guys… You’re the craziest guys!!!” You’d never guess what happened lol

This was so fun, I love them :))

“I’m actually pro-empires team, so” So true Oli

“Oli you popped off!!” “Aye YOU popped off!! No YOURE so hot, no YOURE so cute!!!” I love Joel and Oli so much

Empires popped off <333

Well I don’t feel bad anymore because I have zero clue who just called Oli “Grian” lmao, probably Sam??

Shoutout to Sam(?) for giving Oli good material to do an angsty outdo to lol

Nvm it’s motivational now, thanks Grian /ref

“If I can come second place, what can you do?”

#mcc scuffed #mcc #mc championship #mc championships #oli orionsound #theorionsound #bekyamon #krinios #punz #cw caps

[tipaaaaa]

[Latifa I Bercerita: A Time Bomb Waiting to Go Off]

A game was supposed to be fun. That’s what I thought for all these years. I never want to play any game that requires me to think hard. I believe I use my brain enough on a daily basis for work and other things, using it again will drain me so much. I play any game with a solid purpose, to seek refreshment for my brain or else to lessen my stress – no one stress free lately. Therefore, the games that I play are usually the simplest ones such as cooking games. For most of my friends, it’s not fun at all. It’s fun for me tho, so I don’t care much.

As I resigned from my previous position, I got this particular farewell present that did not match my energy, bricks of Lego for a supposed to be an 8-year-old game. It was given by one of my dear interns who was under my supervision. I was not the kind of person who collected small cute things around. When I was a kid, Lego was not the one that I would ask my mom to get me.

When my mind got complicated 2 weeks ago, I saw this Lego and decided to give it a try. Never did I imagine that I would enjoy the process of building these very small bricks into a little corgi. I was so excited putting it together. When the pieces I put together did not do as well as I expected, it intrigued me so much. I was surprised that I clapped my hand loudly to complete it perfectly. This little corgi is now sitting with style on my dressing table. I guess I just hyped that I achieve what I wanted to achieve with it.

Now, I am completely envying these bricks of Lego. Seeing it stand strong after such a struggle to put it together made me cry and reflect on my own life. Is it also possible for me? I feel like my whole world is in pieces right now. Can I collect them together and stand still? Is it even possible? I cry a lot these days. Another failure after failure. I cannot even understand myself, or what I want now. Everything I pursue seems running from me. I wonder what is going wrong with all these efforts.

I have been locking myself in my room for the 11th day now. I do not go out except to take my delivery food. I lost any interest in going out, even to do my laundry at my regular coin laundry. Gosh! It is not that I cannot do it or I am afraid to do it, I just don’t feel like doing it. I only eat once a day. Not because I don’t have money. I have money. I just don’t feel like eating. I eat just to prevent me from dying. I cannot sleep in the evening, I keep waking up in the middle of the night, crying in my dreams. I have this tendency to wash my hair every single night. I believe it will help me sleep better, but it does not. In an unpredictable moment, my tears just come down. Therefore, I usually sit in front of my dressing table so I can see my ugly face once I cry and laughing how stupid I look. It does not matter anymore lately, even seeing myself in the mirror does not stop my tears from falling.

This smart brain of mine has caught that I need to seek help from a professional. I am totally afraid. Afraid to know what is wrong with me and what is going on. However, I am very much pissed with myself that how can I don’t know how to feel better. I feel like I am at my rock bottom right now with no lights. It feels so dark here.

I have a journal that I consistently write in every time I go through shitty days. Yap! Everything in that book is dark or sad stories I have in my life. It helps me to lessen my burden since I am not comfortable enough to share my feelings and stories with people. Probably because I don’t really have a lot of friends as well. This journal is not helping me these days. No matter how much I write to express my feelings, it does not help. I feel like a time bomb waiting to go off. Something in my chest is pressuring me so much but I cannot find an answer to what is going on and how to handle it. I lost direction on what to do in my life. Is it actually normal? Am I just being dramatic about this? What scared me the most in this tough time was that I was afraid that sometime in the future I do not want to be alive anymore.

Looking back seeing this little corgi gives me hope that one day I will find my own life formula, and build my own life and dreams beautifully. It might hurt facing failures but I am sure God would not be that mean to me to never let me find my happiness.

#life

[obesericewrites]

I went to a camp where people were excercise and we also wrestled my opponent was my i didn't think it will be very hard to defeat her since we have similar weight and physique ( i am 5'2/153cm 47kg/103lbs and she is 5'4/162cm and 50kg/110lbs) we picked our own opponent and we picked each other and we fought 6times and i lost 6 times(talk about embarassing) now my body hurted like a bitch (it used to hurt when i breath) it's been three days my body still hurt but not that much i can breath normally it didn't hurt for a whole day and then it did and i took a day off

How would ro's and dawn(she is so cute 🥺)will react if mc did the same thing

But dawn have my ❤️ i wanna squeeze her so she will pop(i wouldn't do that)

It’s a basic and universal human emotion to both love something adorable and at the same time destroy it for absolutely no reason 😂

Scenario: MC wrestles someone just a bit bigger then them and go for about six rounds and lose, how would the ROs+Dawn react?

M: They love wrestling. M often wrestles with Dawn or wild animals, so, seeing you wrestle catches their attention. When you get thrown around like a rag doll and pinned to the ground with ease, M feels both distress and extremely entertained.

M wouldn’t even try to help, worried it might offend other humans around them and just cheer you on. When you lose and they have to carry you out, they’d be making random noises mixed with words as they go to your shop, “nhmm…stronger legs…ehh..” is all you could understand in your barely conscious state.

M is full parental mode the next day, feeding you and massaging your legs and back. But the entire time they would be talking and giving you advice, they aren’t that self aware. Especially when you’re asleep and their still talking.

S: S is shouting the second you get body slammed. If you think it’s shouts of alarm, you are quickly corrected when you hear their wild crackles of joy when you get thrown around. “C’mon, MC! You can do better than that!!”

S makes things so much worse for you. The amount of trash talk they say to your opponent, along with hyping up the crowd. Your embarrassment is seen by everyone. S is shameless when they carry you away towards your shop, “That was amazing, darling! By the goddesses, you sure put in a fight!!” You chose to fade out of consciousness to ignore them.

No matter how much they tease you, S takes great care of you the next day. Massaging your back and legs, practically babying you as they shower you with gifts and treats. They are an asshole but at least they have standards.

B: They are panicking, they attempt to cheer you on and encourage you; but they are mostly silent due to their worry. They awkwardly float around the fight, grimacing as you get throw around.

The second your done, B drags you away. “By the gods, you fool! You should’ve at least warned me, I had a heart attack watching you get thrown around!” They are scolding you the entire time to your shop, your mind is already mushing around your skull. So most of their words get lost like you consciousness.

The next day, B is around you like a mother hen. You need something to eat? They are their to give you some healthy foods and some soothing tea. Your muscles are sore? They have the hands to smooth out pain with ease.

Dawn: She tries to join, throwing herself onto your opponent and manages to pin them to the ground with ease. When you drag her off and tell her you got this, she watches you get thrown around.

She is babbling the entire time, cheering you on and making very intimidating noises for a ten year old when you lose multiple times. When you lose, she nearly rips your opponents eyes out until you drag her away with her kicking and screaming. She is shameless when you bring her to your shop and heal yourself.

“Cant believe you not let me attack them! I should be let to fight for honor! Humans have such funny rules to these things!” She snaps, poking at your bruises with the tip of her nail. She calms down when you two both get a cup of tea to share.

M is not amused when they get Dawn back rowdy and attempting to body slam them.

#s ask #m ask #ro ask #b ask #dawn ask

[sapphos-darlings]

is there a way to be somewhat sure of what your sexuality is when you haven't actually been in a relationship with anyone yet?

unfortunately i spent quite a good part of my teens on the internet and generally stuck inside, due to the pandemic and mental health issues, so again unfortunately i am quite terminally online lol.

when i was younger and to this day i spent a lot of time consuming/reading about lgbt related topics, getting somewhat involved in some online communities, etc, so i'm afraid that spending so much time on that during my formative years may have caused me to unconsciously fabricate my attraction to women as a way to feel included. i feel like i can't trust my feelings, bc how can i know if they're genuine or products of me essentially psy-oping myself into trying to be something i'm not?

i understand that i should probably give it time, let real experiencies with real people tell, but this uncertainty kills me because this is incredibly important to my life. i need to know if i'll ever have to come out to my parents, whether i'll live a "normative" (for the lack of a better word) life or not, whether all that time i spent was me finding myself or invading spaces never meant for me as a confused teen.

really sorry for the long rambly ask and the personal stuff, i wish i could simplify it but idk how to. thank you in advance, and a good day/night to the mods <3

Hey there!

First off - you haven't been invading spaces, or taking up resources, or fabricating anything. Finding yourself is a key part of one's teen years, and questioning people have always walked hand in hand with the LGBT community. It's okay to question! None of us would be here if we hadn't. Now, that said, I think you're getting up on the wrong foot here.

Let's take a person in a friend group that loves chocolate ice cream. The person walking in hasn't made up their mind about chocolate ice cream, but suddenly, it's the talk of the town. Everyone around them is talking about chocolate ice cream and the new kinds of chocolate ice cream the shop in town sells, like, oh my god did you try out the flavour with hazelnuts in it?? And this person goes with their friend group to have ice creams at the shop, and of course they try out the chocolate ice cream, since it's been hyped so much.

Now... how do you feel, as the friend who tried out the chocolate ice cream? Did you hate it, or just find it kind of nasty, but because your friends loved it you figured it's kind of part of the experience, that that's part of the appeal of chocolate ice cream that it kind of feels foreign to be eating it, and you'd rather be having mint? Or did you go, wow, this is actually pretty good, wow, I like this ice cream, if I came here all on my own I might order this again? Or would you, coming to the shop alone, only buy that ice cream because you feel that your friends might find it weird if you didn't buy chocolate ice cream?

See, you can't really lie to yourself about what you like. There's an instinctive reaction of oh, god that happens one way or the other when you're tasting something. If you dig women, and feel fuzzy and excited at the thought of women, and like thinking of women and daydreaming about women, and you find yourself drawn to women in media and around you, going, "wow she's so pretty", maybe even "wow I'd like to kiss her", or "I'd love to wake up in the morning to have her sitting in my kitchen like she belongs there", the chances are that this is just who you are, and this is natural to you. If your gut reaction is more along the line of... well, women are pretty, sure, but I don't have any particular interest in touching them or being close to them, and the thought of them doesn't really make me feel any way in particular, it's all just, meh, whatever, then you probably aren't interested in women. And, of course, if you think about women and go, "good lord this is kind of gross, I'm gonna think about something else now", that's a good sign that you're really not attracted to women at all.

You don't need to try people out like food to know that you like them, actually. People are more like shoes - even if one pair doesn't fit you, you already know by the looks of it that you like them. Like, wow, this pair feels like shit when I'm wearing it, but I love the looks of it, so I'm going to keep looking for ones like these that actually fit me. Similarly, as you grow and age, you might come to decide that the type of shoes you liked before is past you now, and you're moving on to a different look next. It's similar with people.

Most importantly: if you're expecting a grand revelation upon entering a relationship with someone, you probably won't find it there. Attraction, or lack thereof, predates official statements. If you enter a relationship with someone you don't feel a particular way about before, you'll continue feeling that way after, and at worst because you didn't really care, all that added expectation will just make you aversed to them and the relationship as a whole. Sex with someone you're not sure about won't give you a big revelation, aside from whether you like or don't like or want sex with that particular person. Interest, attraction, is an innate experience, not an external one. So you can find yourself sitting inside in front of your screen all your life the same you can find yourself out there in the world, making mistakes with real people while you try to read your own inner dialogue. Neither path guarantees that you'll end up on the right track.

Finally - whether you have to worry about coming out tomorrow, as important as it feels to you to feel secure in your life today, is actually not important. You can work towards making it a possibility, making it safer, by making clear to the people around you that you support and embrace LGBT rights and are open to these experiences. You can work towards better legislation, safety and security for LGBT people now, so if you have to join the ranks tomorrow, it'll be a world in which you feel more comfortable doing so then. But right now, there's no foolproof, fast track way to figure yourself out. We're on this journey our whole lives, and sometimes hearing your inner voice and understanding your feelings takes a long time. You can't hurry up your own development, your own life experience. It all comes to you with time.

#mod sade #lgbt #ask

[renee-writer]

Farmer's Daughter Chapter 14

AO3

“Enough Donas!” Claire commands to the hyped up horse. She had told her dad he needed gelded but he wants to try to breed him. Now that Stormy is in heat, the stallion is a bit of a handful.

Jamie comes in and commands something in Gaelic and the horse snorts but stills. She stares at him, mouth agape. He just smirks. “We understand each other, he and I.”

“So you want to get me pregnant too?” she teases as she gets the stall closed.

“In time.” His answer lacks the teasing tone she used. Her wide eyes meet his. “After we both finish uni. After I properly ask your father for your hand. After the wedding of your dreams. After a few years of just us. Then aye, I do.”

“I, we have only been dating but a month.”

“Aye, but I love you Claire. I shall never love another like I love you. I know this. When I look into your eyes, I see the future. I get if you need time to get to the same place I am. We have it.”

He places hay in the horse’s troughs. She just stands there’s moment before starting to help. He talks gently to the frisky horses. “Jamie I love you too. You know this. It is just a lot.”

“Aye,” he pats the head of Donas, who eats with vigor, “I understand. You do want marriage and children, don’t you?”

“Absolutely. I want a huge farming family. I want my children to grow up like I did. I want to help with calving and carry a baby on my chest while teaching my older child to distinguish between a plant and a weed.”

He’s grin grows bigger with her every word. Reaching out, he lifts her up and spins her about. “Then it is a deal?”

She laughs. “Alright Jamie. But I expect a more romantic proposal in the future.”

“You shall have it.” He soundly kisses her causing Donas to neigh loudly. “Sorry chap, this one is taken.”

They both laugh.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #farmer's daughter #chapter 14 #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #outlander fandom #modern au

[hoennislands]

I have so many thoughts about everything going on in NJPW and The Boyz My Bestiez but I am so behind with the shows and I just don’t feel like watching wrestling 🥲 and I don’t really want to give my opinions until I see the Ospreay match and the WTL matches because I think it’ll change them but my thought from watching results and reactions are:

For what I’ve seen at least, it seems that Ren was playing sidekick for Shota for a while now and out of the 3 of them it was Ren who didn’t really have much going on with him like Shota and Yota. Ren’s also the only one who didn’t get an IWGP US match w Ospreay. I was always thinking I felt kind of bad for him because he’s just there and he’s always catching strays from fans (can’t speak for Japanese ones though).

The turn makes Ren very interesting to me, I can’t wait to see what happens next for him. I think he’s very well suited to be a heel and I think he’ll do a great job with it. House of Torture is controversial and I usually skip their matches (I guess I can’t anymore rip….) but Ren doesn’t feel like someone who will play the heel the way HoT are. He can be the more serious/“straight” man out of them idk. I’m looking forward to it all

As for Shota… lol, my boy has been TAKING A LOT OF L’s lately. I did say in a previous post that Ren and Shota hate each other and they will continue to and the beef will be generational (in the end I was right!) I was surprised when the Best of 7 Series ended in a tie and everyone shook hands. And I was anticipating that these would be their respective teams at their tag leagues (right again!) and they would go on to win or at least be in the finals (lol). Then Shota challenged Ospreay which… confused me? As he’s already lost to him 2? 3? Times? I never expected him to win or to challenge Mox at WK because I don’t believe he’s ready for that. I don’t think it’s his time. There will be a time he wins that title and/or go Over Mox but it’s not now.

To my opinion, Shota has quite a ways to go. And I knew that Ren and him were going to be at WTL which he couldn’t have done if he won. As I said before I haven’t watched the match but after many saw it, it convinced them that Shota is the future (which is amazing for him! I’m happy about that). I think he has great potential! Some deep conditioner and getting rid of that ugly ring gear and less corniness on Twitter and he can be unstoppable However, he’s still carrying Mox’s jacket, he’s still playing the role of the goody two shoes, while showing a bit of edge in the ring. He needs to improve and figure himself out and they need to settle on who he wants to be rather than Mox’s protege, next Tanahashi, etc etc. He is being hyped up and heavily promoted which I can understand but, he needs more for himself. I did predict that Ren would take the win over him in Best of 7 which would give Ren some confidence and send Shota (who is a bit entitled ngl) into a spiral but alas….

From Royal Quest to WTL, Ren has been playing secondary to Shota. It’s been Shota Umino… and his partner. It’s a disservice to Ren! I can understand Ren being frustrated about that! And then seems that Shota was pinned and it “cost” them the chance to advance. Shota was upset and felt he failed Ren who reassured him. And then Shota thanks ELP/Hikuleo for taking him out to eat? No Ren was right to be upset!

I’m just scratching my head at the outcome of all of this. They tie at the best of 7 and shake hands so this means they’ll be tag league partners. Shota challenges Ospreay again with an excellent performance but loses? So now he will move onto the Tag League with Ren. They get a fireside chat video with a splash of queerbait and fanservice. That means they gotta make it right? Apprently not…. They lose. Shota is upset but surprise! Ren betrays him. One of my guesses would be that one would betray the other. Not by joining HoT though…. So what’s next? How do we move from here?

And personally lol, I’m a bit sad if this means Ren will be the Heel of the 3. Yota being a dark ace? I have no idea what will happen with Yuya. But that leaves Shota as the babyface? I really want Shota to lean more into a meaner side of things. I want him to show more edge and attitude and entitlement he does it well. But with the Ren turn… I don’t know if this is still a possibility 🥲

I’m still holding hope that Yuya will upstage him and he’ll be mad about it but we shall see. We’ve got like…. 30 years of them <3 (cue internal panic as I’m the same age as Ren and Shota)

And also in regards to movesets, I know that Shota has been diversifying and adding new things since the Ospreay match which is great! Love that for him! But god I saw the word “Blaze Blade” and I rolled my eyes. *shaking Shota by the shoulders* Please do something other than ripping off other wrestlers PLEASE IM DESPERATE. Or else I’m deflecting!!!!!! I wonder what this means for WK. Ren v Shota singles? I think it’s unlikely we’ll see.

And also Ren being evil will be hot. We love a bad boy. Look at Sho. I’m aware of how people view HoT. I don’t really have much interest in them tbh. But I like Ren and I’m going to support his wrongs! This will benefit them both. I hope this makes Shota strive for more and gives Ren a good change <3

#allie.txt #allie yells about wrestling #this is SUCH A LONG RAMBLE THAT IS NOT IN ORDER WOW #I needed to get my thoughts out on this #I’m happy for my boy! I don’t have an opinion on HoT! I’ll have to start watching their matches now :/ #this is a great change and I think it will be a good look for him <3 #I don’t get Shota’s direction of all of this he just keeps losing lmfao #hopefully he looks inward and changes himself too get out of whatever goofy nonsense he’s doing right now #you have the potential to be great!!!!!!!!!! you just have to find it and turn your entrance gear and get deep conditioner <3

[pb1tchgalore]

had some thoughts and bow i'm gonna write a five page essay about it because i fucking can.

alright so. i don't give two shits if you don't agree with me, skinny or small people will never know what it's like nor will they ever understand. the only exception to this is if you went through a weight-loss journey, then that's cool because you've been there.

but, if you were born "skinny", grew up thin, and are still small, don't you ever fucking speak on the difficulties or hardships of being big or gaining weight.

two of my older cousins (cause you'd think that would mean something) were talking about how they were "gaining weight" and calling themselves fat and how they needed to go to the gym, so me and my other cousin—who is also big— were like, "...if you're fat, then what are we." as a joke. it started off as a joke.

now, my cousin, whom i was joking alongside with, was joking. i was joking too... kind of.

but out of the pair who were talking about going to the gym, the even skinnier one was most offended that we said that.

the other one on the other ( shes thick, too but not thick, shes thicc. like thighs thicc) hand knew we were joking but she still had some sentiment and tried to back out of it. and we let her bc it was a fucking joke.

the skinnier one went on a completely different route and started getting hype and calling us sensitive and shit. ??? see, it was a joke first but then it wasn't.

and then we all started arguing and debating about why we (me and my bigger cousin) shouldn't be offended by them wanting to go to the gym and how when they say they want to lose weight, they're not trying to hurt our feelings.

that's what one of them said, and she made some points like, "but don't i aways call y'all thick , beautiful, curvy queens? and that i'm trying to get thick like y'all." and that was completely fine, that was nice.

the OTHER one decided that she wanted to say something along the lines of, "if you're fat, you're fat. just come to the gym with us."

we see the problem with that, don't we? i really hope we do. completely and blatantly ignorant, arrogant, and unbelievably bigoted.

and then there was silence.

and then i came to the point that, "see, and that's why when y'all say y'all wanna be thick, you don't mean US thick, you mean boobs and butt thick." and the cousin debating with me agreed.

then the skinnier one kept going. and then the slightly thicker one said, "but haven't i repeatedly said that i accept y'all?"

now, we see the problem with that, don't we?

"when you say you accept us, that means you're saying we were never acceptable to begin with."

we cleared it up and that was it. until the next day, of course.

yay, next day, we're eating breakfast and the argument is long forgotten.

we invite my sister over, who is also bigger and happens to be best friends with the skinnier one.

so we're eating, and my cousin that i was debating with the previous night tells her what happens and we're all laughing. y'know, expect the skinny one.

my sister makes a couple jokes about them making fun of our weight like, "oof, is it even safe to eat around them? hahaha." as she does and we ALL LAUGH.

and then the skinny one says, word for fucking word, "no you can't, i might record you and put you on fat cows eating .com."

what the actual fhck makes you say shit like that? this skinny, stupid ass bitch with the thinnest hair and lightest skin is really gonna come up here, eat the food someone else who is bigger than her, made for her, and say shit like THAT? i am fucking astounded.

so the table goes silent. we're all tryna figure out what the hell this pencil shaped bitch just said. what the fuck?

we exchange looks and stop eating while this privileged in every damn way corny emo ass bitch is still eating the food provided for her? what. the fuck?

and my sister says, "alright, you can stop talking now." but nah, she continues to say, "no, cause you're fat." okay. she points around the table, "you're fat, you're fat, and you're fat. you're fat, too, and so am i." hm. "we're all fat! let's go to the gym, we all need it."

now. for you to walk your dusty ass up into someone elses home and say some shit like that is fucking ballsy. very confident of you to eat all her food and still call her fat.

after she offered you her hospitality because you don't have the balls to confront your own husband for putting his hands on you but you sure do have enough to bodyshame everyone in the room in a fake, half-asses attempt to solve the current issue. that takes a lot of gumption.

a lot of gumption and a complete and total loss of respect for everyone around you because you're too afraid of being in the wrong because you can't keep your ground in your own home.

and i might be sayin some disrespectful shit but fuck all of that, because she did it first. i dont care about the severity, shit hurts, don't it?

but like i was saying, fuck skinny people that weren't previously big people.

nah, fuck skinny white passing mixed people.

#!lia's thoughts¡♧ #she's white passing and very very adamant on saying the n word #which i think is weird but thats a conversation for another day #fuck skinny people #rant #rants n rambles #personal rant #shit post #text post #very personal #family values right? #the audacity