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nouvellevqgue · 2 months

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♪ THE BOY IS MINE!

pairing: ollie bearman x reader

summary: is where you're in a mission to prove that ollie is yours, but little did you know that he's also going to do the same to prove that you are his.

warnings: face claim is pdm.clara on insta, some cursing, and the summary may not be like the inside of the smau.

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HER POSTS BEFORE MARCH 2024:

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shieldofiron · 10 months

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Trans femme re8 harringrove! Some soft porn in Lady billies giant bathtub!! (Maybe the bloodbath XD it's your choice!)

Yesssss. Lets bless each other with some hot sexy t4t lesbian sex.

TW dysphoria

also TW Blood everywhere, bro. TW Vampire Biting

Comparison was the thief of joy. Stevie knew this, it was practically a mantra at this point. It just hurt to compare herself to the other girls, so she tried her best to nip that right in the bud. She had put in the effort to be a girl, she had put in the time, and honestly, the money for it.

Still, her brain wasn't always on the same page. It hurt, to see effortlessness where she had to put in the damn work. It hurt, to look in the mirror. So some days it was easier not to look.

And then, everything had gone so spectacularly to shit. Her wife was gone. Their child, gone too. Nightmares became real again: And Stevie was too tired to look in the mirror, which honestly was probably a blessing at this point.

And then she'd come here. And comparison... well, comparison was hard.

Lady Billie was beautiful. Terrifying, but oh so beautiful. Like the barbies Stevie had stolen when she was a kid, but pale from being hidden in the closet. She was built like it too, mile long legs, full pouty lips, long blonde hair.

A real life vampire Barbie.

She thought Stevie was sort of funny. In her loose hoodie and jeans. Small, though Stevie was tall for a woman. But not compared to Billie.

Stevie kept waiting for the awful words, questions. The teasing look that cis women could have, like they were in on some sort of joke, and the joke was you. Being trans and butch, Stevie was used to it. Her gender wasn't always something girls "got." It sometimes felt like she was the only one in the world who got it.

But the questions never came. Lady Billie just looked with those sky blue eyes. After they'd gotten past the whole, "let me slice you to ribbons" part, it seemed like Lady Billie... wanted Stevie there? As if that was possible.

"Would you like to join me for a bath?" Lady Billie's voice echoed against the cold castle walls,

She had her back turned, a diaphanous, ivory robe draped over her shoulders.

Stevie fidgeted in the doorway, trying and failing to tear her eyes away from that broad back. Billie swept her long curls over her shoulder.

"Uh, I'm not sure that's a good idea."

Lady Billie turned. Without her hat, the golden candlelight hitting her face painted her in a softer light. She was still wearing gloves, Stevie noted, her long elegant fingers trailed thoughtfully over the back of the vanity chair. Stroking the velvet softly... God, if Stevie thought it was possible...

But it wasn't. Obviously.

Billie rose, turning slowly. Stevie tried and failed again to keep her eyes to herself. High, firm breasts, and that waist and... OH.

Stevie's eyes flew to Billie's face.

Oh. Oh.

"No offense meant," Lady Billie cocked one hip, "But you smell, pretty girl."

Stevie blinked up at her, "You're trans."

"Yes," Billie's red lips curved up sensuously.

"Y-you know that I'm trans too."

Billie's smile didn't dim, "I know."

Stevie could only stare, breathing shallowly.

“Pretty girl,” Billy leaned down, her cold inhuman breath brushing Stevie’s cheeks, “The prettiest.”

She turned, and stepped slowly into a sunken bath, more the size of a small swimming pool. The robe pooled around her, laying across the water like frost on a pond. And then it turned a deep red, almost plummy. Stevie’s brain must not have been working because she followed as if hypnotized, walking right up to the edge.

“Join me,” Lady Billie beckoned, “I promise, I won’t bite. Tonight.”

Stevie kicked off her shoes and pants, shucking her shirt and nervously taking off her shirt. She wasn’t perfect. Scarred, inside and out, and-

“Pretty girl,” Lady Billy’s voice seemed to come from everywhere, from the ground under Stevie’s feet. She untied the robe and let it float off into the bloody water, “Let me make you feel good.”

This had to be a dream, Stevie thought as Lady Billy tugged her to sit at the edge of the pool, her feet dangling in the water. A dream, a lovely dream.

Billie's hands were cold and icy as she took Stevie's face, but Stevie's chest was bursting with enough heat for the both of them. Stevie melted as their lips met, almost sliding into the water. Her spine felt too weak to hold her up and she went liquid, hand clinging to Billie's shoulders.

Glove covered fingers ran along Stevie's body, satiny smooth... reminding Stevie of the claw tipped fingers underneath. She shivered as they traced over her sensitive, small breasts, the lattice of her ribs. Stevie would wonder later if Billie thought of killing her. Now, Stevie's hands were occupied with miles of cool flesh, as flawless as perfectly carved marble.

Billie broke their kiss with a flick of her tongue across Stevie's upper lip, "You like these underwear?"

"No, I-"

Billie dove down, her teeth rending the white cotton to shreads. It should have been terrifying, but god, if Stevie wasn't hard, wet and leaking against her stomach. Billie nudged Stevie's thighs apart, running a gloved hand up to her stomach.

"Lay back," Billie's voice was everywhere, inside Stevie, rattling her ribcage. She licked her lips, running a trembling hand through her hair, and did as she was told, leaning back into the cold stone floor while Billie spread Stevie's legs and angled her hips up.

"Good girl," Billie's red painted lips curved into a smile. "See how nice it can be? When you're my good girl?

She could barely breath in a shallow breath and gather how that made her feel before Billie's mouth was on her, licking the tip of Stevie's cock while gloved fingers probed lower, between her cheeks.

"Whoa, wait-"

"Just gonna," Billy kissed the tip of Stevie's cock, "Finger you a little, pretty girl."

Stevie groaned, arching up. Maybe there was an element of hallucination to it. After all, nightmares were real, maybe dreams could be too.

Billie slicked up a few of her fingers with her mouth, and resumed teasing, nibbling along Stevie's cock while Stevie slowly lost her mind.

Like it had a homing beacon, Billie's finger unerringly found Stevie's prostate and began to stroke it ruthlessly, wet satin dragging over her. Stevie let out a broken off moan, hands gripping uselessly at the stone floor.

"There it is," Billie licked up Stevie's cock, "That's the spot. Good girl."

Steve made a noise she had only ever heard in porn before. She had never done this with someone else, always alone, burning with mortification and feeling strange. The women she had been with in the past had never...

"I know," Billie pouted prettily, freckles standing out sharply on her pale nose, "Feels like you could just shatter, right?"

Stevie babbled something that might have been yes, a sound that morphed into a choked noise as Billie swallowed Stevie's cock down, her tongue rolling along the head.

Billie looked up at her, crystalline eyes filled with a look that wasn't like pity at all. Stevie groaned, hips jerking.

Billie came off with a pop and Stevie gasped.

"I... I..." Stevie thrashed, "Please... please, please..."

"That's it, you gonna squirt for me?" Billie's lipstick was smeared, no longer perfect.

Stevie babbled hopelessly. Her whole body was thrumming to the rhythm that Billie set with her prostate.

"Can I bite you?" Billie smiled, "Just a taste?"

"Yesyes just p-please..."

"Where should I?" Billie flicked the head of Stevie's cock with her tongue, "Here?"

Heat washed over Stevie. She was unfurling, blooming into something she knew not what.

"Here?" Billie tongued to Stevie's inner thigh, "Yes. I want to watch the prettiest girl cum on my fingers. This is the perfect spot."

Stevie's mouth was open, but she wasn't sure if she was talking, agreeing, or what she was doing. All she was sure of was that she was shattering, breaking into a million pieces. And of Billie, her fangs sinking deep while she watched with those hypnotic eyes. Vampire Barbie, cheeks flushed with blood.

Ribbons of pleasure wrapped around her, tying her in the grip of madness for a moment as her cock jerked, cum splattering across her own chest. It seemed to go on forever, not a single point of pleasure but a death by a thousand pinpricks. She screamed, hips convulsing. Billie muffled a moan into the bite, her other hand gripping Stevie's hip tight enough to bruise.

"You... what about you?" Stevie finally had the presence of mind to say, when her spine finally relaxed into the stone.

Billie just smiled. Stevie guessed she couldn't talk, not with her mouth full. She pulled back, licking the bite lingeringly.

"Came when you did, prettiest," She smiled, "Though you can do whatever you would like to me, I am entirely at your disposal."

There was no pity in her, only desire. She licked her lips, and dragged Stevie into the depths. Stevie curled limply around Billie, her legs tightening around Billie's hips, their spent cocks brushing and sending a shiver down Stevie's spine.

"Good girl. My good girl," Lady Billie whispered.

"You broke your promise," Stevie said dazedly.

Billy just licked at Stevie's lips, "Oops."

PSST @intothedysphoria for when you awaken from your slumber.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #billy x steve #steve harrington #femme harringrove #femme and t4t its everythign ok #asks #my ficlets #re8 harringrove au #it may be ooc i haven't played re8 so #trans harringrove #tw blood #tw vampire #tw dysphoria

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ourloveisforthelovely · 1 year

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Pain (Part 3)

Regulus Black AU

Summary: Losing everything that makes life worth living is the worst thing that can possibly happen. Is it possible to gain some of it back or is everything truly lost forever? Regulus’ life falls apart after losing his family. Moving on isn’t possible. Living each day is a curse, not a blessing. Sirius finally steps in to fix the problem but will Regulus and the reader be receptive?

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Death, angst

Link to Part 2

Song at the beginning of the chapter: “Over my head” by The Fray

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And suddenly I become a part of your past. I'm becoming the part that don't last. I'm losing you and it's effortless. Without a sound, we lose sight of the ground. In the throw-around, never thought that you wanted to bring it down. I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves. And everyone knows I'm in over my head, over my head. With eight seconds left in overtime. She's on your mind, she's on your mind

Once again Regulus found himself unable to move. You had been there...so close for him to touch. You were right in front of him reaching out to help and he shoved you away.

What the bloody hell have I done?

It was the only thought that Regulus could think. You had come back to him just as he had hoped and dreamed about. As usual, you were kind and gentle. You were being exactly what Regulus needed and yet he was a typical useless man.

All Regulus could see was the shocked and disappointed expression on your face. You had tried. Anyone would be able to agree to that. You tried valiantly to convince Regulus that is perfectly normal to still be grieving and he didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t want to hear that you had somehow pulled yourself together, reached out for help, and appeared to be a lot better off than him.

“There is no right way to grieve.”

Regulus sighed at the thought. You were trying to get him to see that he wasn’t a complete loser who had no idea how to process losing a wife and a child. It honestly seemed that you were trying to tell Regulus that you regretted how things ended between the two of you. As usual, he wasn’t listening…just like when Mila died and you begged him for a moment’s of attention. You had pleaded with Regulus for help…for attention…for anything and he didn’t have much to give.

“God damn it, I really ruin everything that I touch.”

Regulus grumbled before lying back on the couch. If he died at the moment, Regulus really wouldn’t mind at all…

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You stood outside of Sirius’ door waiting for someone to answer. While you weren’t entirely shocked by Regulus’ reaction to your return you also weren’t truly prepared for it. Part of you didn’t blame him for telling you to leave. What kind of wife left her husband when both were clearly struggling with losing their only child? How heartless could you have been?

The other part, the part that had gone to therapy and listened, felt differently. You wanted Regulus to understand that you didn’t blame him. He didn’t know how to grieve just as you hadn’t. Neither of you truly knew how to process Mila’s death and perhaps parts of you still didn’t.

“It is normal to have emotions and push people that you typically wouldn’t away. You felt alone. In your state of mind, leaving was what made sense. You didn’t do anything wrong, Y/n. Your husband did nothing wrong. There is no right way to grieve death.”

Your therapist’s words were ever present in your mind. Those words were what kept you hanging on when you were feeling ready to give up on things. Getting help was what made you get through.

The door opening pulled you from your thoughts. Sirius immediately smile the moment that he saw you before pulling you into a long hug. Wrapping your arms around your former brother-in-law, you felt somewhat better. A hug was what you needed after what just happened.

“Hey! I was wondering when you would get here. How is it? Do you want me to go with you to talk to Regulus?”

You looked down as Sirius pulled away. Shaking your head, you finally brought your gaze up to his.

“I already tried and it didn’t go well. He told me that he never wanted to see me again.”

Sirius’ smile faded as he quietly muttered “damn it, Reg” under his breath. Moving out of the way, Sirius let you step inside.

“Damn it. I don’t know what he was thinking. I thought that seeing you would make him feel better.”

You followed Sirius into the kitchen. Sitting down, you fought the sudden urge to cry. You had never been much of a crier until Mila died. After your baby girl’s death, you found yourself crying daily. It could be about anything…Mila, losing Regulus, your poor decision to leave him, or even something simple as being out of milk for tea.

“He’s hurt, Sirius. I’m not entirely surprised by his reaction…I was just hoping for something different.”

Sirius began to make a cup of tea but decided to opt for fire whiskey instead. He poured two glasses before putting one down in front of you.

“So, what happened? I told him that I wrote to you and he actually looked thrilled. I thought the man would be ecstatic to see you.”

You took a sip of the fire whiskey before shrugging.

“Regulus is still clearly hurt by my decision to leave him…which I don’t him. I regret that decision too. I was stupid to do it.”

Sirius frowned. He reached over the table and took your hand in his.

“Love, you were both grieving something that no parent should ever have to go through. You did what you felt was best at the moment…”

“Because I was lonely…I’m even more lonely now. If I had stayed, I would have at least been able to take care of Regulus. He wouldn’t be in the state that he is in now.”

Sirius took a sip of his drink.

“Y/n, you don’t need to blame yourself. I understand that you feel it would have been best to stay and maybe it would or wouldn’t have been. I don’t know what the answer to that one is but what I do know is sometimes decisions that we make are the right ones….even if they don’t seem that way. You needed to take care of yourself to ever know how to take care of Regulus.”

You gave Sirius a small smile. That was exactly what you needed to hear. While you typically loved Sirius’ jovial sense of humor, he was also wonderful at giving great advice (when he wanted to).

“I only hope that someday he will be willing to speak to me again…before it’s too late. I don’t want to put him in the ground as we did with Mila.”

Sirius was quiet. He didn’t want to think of Regulus dying. His mind and heart couldn’t process it. Losing his niece was enough to make Sirius bat-shit scared of the subject of death.

“I’m doing everything that I can to keep him alive. I have become his nightmare. Once he gets himself straight, I think Regulus will want nothing more than to talk to you properly. You don’t go from being in love with someone since the age of 5 to totally turning it off.”

“One can only hope.”

You commented. Sirius gave you a small nod before running his hand through his hair.

“So, what are your plans? Are you going to stick around for a while?”

You shook your head. At the moment, you really saw no point. If you tried to talk to Regulus again, you had a feeling that he would be throwing hexes at you. It would probably be best to let Regulus come to you (even if you felt like it wasn’t the best idea).

“No, I think I will head back home. Regulus made himself clear and I don’t want to pressure him. When he’s ready to talk, you have my address.”

The next morning, Regulus woke up on the floor beside the couch. He wasn’t sure how much booze he had drunk the night before or how he ended up on the floor. Sitting up, Regulus rubbed the top of his head which was aching.

“Fucking hell, this is a nightmare. Y/n?”

Regulus could smell your perfume and something gave him hope that you were in the house somewhere. When no response came, Regulus looked down to see your cashmere scarf lying beside him. He had been pathetically cuddling your scarf like a security blanket in his sleep.

You really were there!

It wasn’t a drunken dream that would plague Regulus’ mind. Thinking about how he treated you came right back into his mind as all instructive cold thoughts typically did. Regulus quickly stood up and began looking for clean clothes.

“I can’t let her leave! I needed to fix this! I have to fix this.”

Regulus muttered to himself. He knew exactly where you would be. If he was lucky, you would have a sit-down and listen to his pathetic reasoning on why he was such a dick to you. Maybe, Regulus could get you to see how much he loved you.

“I’m sorry I was a shit husband and didn’t know that you were crying out for attention. You needed me and I wasn’t there for you as I was supposed to be. Please forgive me. We can work this out and be together as were are meant to be.”

That sounded like a good enough apology for the moment. Regulus didn’t even bother locking the door before apparating to Sirius’. He didn’t care if someone broke in and stole all that he had. At the moment, you were all that Regulus cared about.

Banging on Sirius’ door, Regulus was nearly ready to come unglued the moment his older brother answered.

“Hey, you actually came out of your house.”

Sirius said, looking honestly surprised. Regulus started at Sirius in slight shock for a moment before remembering why he was there.

“No time for niceties, Sirius. I need to see Y/n. I know that she came here. I have to talk to her.”

Sirius’ amused smirk vanished before he anxiously rubbed the back of his neck.

“She isn’t here, Regulus.”

Regulus’ face dropped and suddenly he looked like the depressed young man that he had been for a few years.

“What?”

Sirius sighed.

“She went back to New York, Regulus. She took the whole stay the fuck away from me thing that you said seriously.”

Regulus felt a panic attack building. You were gone! You were gone and Regulus blew whatever chance he had at finding you again. Sirius, seeing what was about to happen, reached out and grabbed Regulus by the shoulders.

“Hey, I have her address. We can go find her…okay? She left last night. We can go talk to her and maybe the two of you can fix this.”

Regulus didn’t say anything as he slowly nodded. Something told him that yet again he blew it. Yet again, he pushed you away and this could be for the very last time…

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fangirls-just-want-to-have-fun · 2 years

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My Thoughts That No One Asked For on Dancing With The Stars season 31 ep. 11: The Finale!!

THE PROS ARE SLAYING WE LOVE TO SEE IT

Ezra Sosa you own me

Okay listen they all look SO GOOD in white omg 😭(at least I got to see Daniel and Britt look gorgeous and stunning in white the other week)

OKAY TYRA 🤩

My heart gets a little brighter every time I see Britt and Daniel 🥰

God bless Jason Lewis my man is trying his damn best

You know I’ll admit Teresa isn’t actually all that terrible

Sam and Cheryl 🥹

Shangela and Gleb’s partnership >>>>>

THAT SECOND HALF OF SHANGELA’S DANCE HOLY MOTHER

Shangela FIGHTING to make sure she was right I LOVE to see it

Len LOVES her and I did NOT expect that coming into this season

HALEY NO I HOPE SHE’S OKAY 😭

Oh my gosh it’s so nice to see all the old contestants back again to support 🥰

Shangela speaking out on the mass shooting in Colorado ❤️ no one is doing it like her idc

Okay all nines is not bad! (But I can see she looks kind of disappointed dw shangela bb you did fantastic) 🥺

Off topic but I literally remember watching the episode where the whole “from Len the Ten” thing started 😂

Okay Wayne is actually doing better than I thought he would!

I’m thinking all nines

The shoutouts to the musicians get me every time 😭

CHERYL BURKE YOU ARE AN ICON AND A LEGEND I’LL MISS YOU 😭

God she just makes it look EFFORTLESS 🤩

God I’m just reminded of how much the most memorable year night made me SOB

But then I’m also reminded of how angry the dance marathon made me

“You’re my new hero.” Michael Buble you are so real

TEAM SCREAM SLAYED I’LL NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT IT

JOSEPH BAENA I MISSED YOU SO MUCH 😭

Omg it is SO nice to see Jordin and Brandon back together

OH THEY’RE DANCING IN THEIR PROMO OUTFITS how did I JUST realize that

Positively begging for Alan Bersten to get a nice partner next season please Disney plus help this man 😭

CHARLI AND MARK LET’S GO

I’ve never seen someone who more objectively deserves to win than Charli D’amelio I’m gonna be real y’all

You know they had to think SO hard to find a redemption dance for her lmfao 😭

Oh god we are SECONDS in and this is already THE SLAYEST

I smell a mirrorball for mark (update: YEP.)

Dixie looks so proud 🥹

Oh god Charli looks so nervous 😭 (and Mark holding her hand omg)

It makes me so upset that she is literally a year younger than me and my girl is deadass about to win a fucking mirrorball

Full offense but the troupe members?? 👀 😍

“[singing in non-English]” now WHAT kind of subtitle is that pls 🥲

Is mark wearing a pin of the British flag for Len…? 🥺

TENS FOR CHARLI BABY I’M GONNA CRY

So we’re gonna talk about the fact that Charli is now officially like the highest scoring DWTS contestant right?? Like we’re gonna talk about that when my girl WINS??

MY COMPUTER IS GLITCHING NO

SELMA GETS TO PERFORM HER CONTEMPORARY I’M GONNA CRY

JORDIN CAME TO SLAY ONE MORE TIME 😭 🙌🏻

Selma Blair you deserved so much better 🥺

JORDIN CHEERING FIR SELMA BEFORE THE SONG WAS EVEN OVER I’M GONNA 😢

Okay listen not to be mean but I’m not really looking forward to Gabby’s dances like yes I KNOW she’s a good dancer but she still kind of annoys me

I have said it MANY times before and good god I’ll say it again, every time Gabby claps for herself I die a little bit inside

No do NOT tell me she’s getting a perfect score

gODDAMNIT

I will admit it’s so nice to see Vinny actually having fun on the dance floor instead of looking absolutely terrified the whole time

Get you someone who looks at you the way Daniel Durant and Britt Stewart look at each other 🤩 god it’s so nice to see them again

Not me crying over Len Goodman 😭

PLEASE the way he sounded so excited to get his own mirrorball 😭

Damn they don’t gotta say the “bottom of the leaderboard” there’s literally four of them lmfao

Listen I may not want him to win but I just KNOW Wayne’s freestyle is gonna EAT

God the other pros were staying BOOKED this week

Witney holy SHIT that choreo

“She’s invited to the cookout.” I’m not even kidding that’s probably the single funniest thing Tyra has said all season

“My new little sister” I’m gonna CRY

I know I should be focusing on their scores but Joe Baena is in the back lookin all cute 😊

FUCK IM CRYING OVER LEN AGAIN 😭

Oh come on Charli and Mark are gonna KILL this

Mark and Charli being Actual Siblings™️ and helping each other rediscover their love for dance I’m fucking sobbing 😭

THEY HAVE A LITTLE BIT OF EVERYTHING IN THEIR DANCE ARE YOU KIDDING ME

THAT WAS SO GOOD ARE YOU KIDDING ME IM CRYING

Tag yourself I’m everyone in the balcony losing their fucking minds

Derek is gonna make me cry even harder I can’t do this 😭

PERFECT SCORE I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT 🙌🏻

If Gabby gets another perfect score I’m gonna lose my shit

Fuck her dance is actually pretty good so far

NOT HER HEEL GETTING STUCK IN HER DRESS OH GOD

LMFAO YOU KNOW JORDAN AND JOE ARE TALKING ABOUT THAT LOL

Jenna shoutout 🙌🏻

SHE CHOREOGRAPHED THAT??? WHILE VERY PREGNANT??

God fucking damnit 🤦‍♀️

Gen Z we better have come through voting for Charli

Oh we LOVE the pro dance starting with our queen Britt Stewart (Daniel Durant you are a lucky man)

THE EMMA AND SASHA MOMENT HELLO???? WHAT WAS THAT??

OH my girl Shangela is looking GOOD for this final dance

The way Gleb talks about working with Shangela >>>>>>> I’m gonna - 😭

Hold on I do however find it interesting that they ONLY showed Shangela in that little live preview WAIT ARE THEY GONNA PUT HIM IN DRAG OH MY GOD

YEAH I’M SURE THE TOUR IS GONNA BE GREAT CAN WE GET TO SHANGELA ALREADY

I’m sorry is she on WIRES???

OH THIS LOOK ARE YOU KIDDING

THE DEATH DROP GET OUT OF HERE

GLEB HOLY FUCK

THAT WAS SO GLORIOUS OH MY GOD

How are any of the judges being REMOTELY normal after that

LEN FORGOT TO VOTE GET OUTTA HERE

Gleb you are so slay 💅

Come on let’s give my girl one more perfect score 🙏🏻

Sasha OWNING that chicken costume is KILLING me

GLEB’S DRAG VOICE I’M ON THE FLOOR

SLAY ONE LAST PERFECT SCORE FOR MY GIRL SHANGELA

Sam Champion I love you forever 💕

DWTS editors you were so real for showing us the best Daniel and Britt moments in Daniel’s section

LET THEM ALL SPEAK I WANNA HEAR FROM JOE

CHARLI AND DANIEL ARE GOING ON TOUR BABY HOW DO I GET TICKETS

I’m sorry did the CHAINSMOKERS just wish Charli luck????

The “whose line is it anyway” guys wishing Wayne luck 🥹

LIN SUPPORTING WAYNE HAHAHA AIN’T NO WAY

I’M SORRY WHAT DID THEY JUST SAY SHANGELA PLACED FOURTH FUCK OFF WITH THAT NOISE

Okay come on Charli take home that trophy my love

YES FUCK IT UP CHARLI ABSOLUTELY 🙌🏻 🙌🏻 🙌🏻 THIS IS WHAT WE LIKE TO SEE 👏🏼 👏🏼

MIRRORBALL FOR MARK WE LOVE TO SEE IT BABY 🙌🏻

Emma and Pasha lifting Charli and Joe and Alan lifting Mark 😭

Charli and Mark’s funky sibling relationship >>>>>>>

What a fantastic season!! I’m sad that I won’t be able to make it to the tour, but it looks like they’ve got such a great cast! Loved this season, and I’ll maybe see you guys next time!!

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Surrender

So, I spend a fair bit of time in a supernatural soap opera world I made up. The background is crazy but I’m finally biting the bullet and posting a fic. You don’t have to know much about it for this one, though - he’s a Demon and the most powerful resident the Underworld has ever seen, she’s a Vampire, a little kink adjacent, interested in maybe learning a bit of magick. And they’re a mutually very devoted couple. I make an attempt at what they look like here . Also this one, which I posted here a while ago, sorry about repeats. Any questions, please ask! But anyway...

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She loves watching him.

Sometimes too much, perhaps, since despite this demonstration being very specifically done for her benefit, she’s allowed herself to become lost in mellifluous cadence of rich velvet baritone and the dance of long, elegant fingers weaving accompanying airpatterns as illustration, a smooth and balletic fluidity of motion seeming almost at odds with that commanding, tall and broad-shouldered physique, the imposing force of presence, radiant authority that draws all eyes upon him everywhere he goes, and thusly she’s neglected to actually...well, comprehend anything. Again. And now he pauses, the small cluster of leaves he’s holding without touch hovering midair between them, and looks at her in expectation, encouragement.

Am I supposed to say something now? Oh god, I’m supposed to say something now. Kia gazes up at Cerberus – and the leaves, the introductory Kinesis exercise he’s showing her the mechanics of – from her tree-stump seat in the woodland copse and wonders how she can reasonably ask him to repeat everything he’s just explained without having to admit that she didn’t pay proper attention because he’s so fucking stunning he’s practically cinematic.

Although, she finds herself noting with interest, she…may not have to admit anything quite yet. A momentary frown and vague flicker of confusion crosses his face, the piercing intense focus in those famed eyes of emerald becoming hazy, falling away, and he inhales sharply, shakily, glances upwards and pauses in a completely different kind of expectation before inhaling sharply again, more deeply this time.

She loves watching him surrender.

Ah?

Huh. Not now, apparently, as breathy anticipation stalls and fades, eventually dissolving unfulfilled.

He wrinkles his nose, rubs it a few times, shakes his head in curt negation. “Sorry, love. *snf!* Thought I was going to sneeze.”

Indeed. As if she needs to be told, and she smiles just a little, inclines her head in acknowledgement. Her gaze remains fixed on him as he takes another short pause, brief frown, twitch of the nostrils, then with a quiet Hm, another sniffle and a very slight shrug, he returns his attention to the original matter at hand. The leaves have remained in Kinetic hold throughout, and she’s not as surprised as she otherwise might be; she’s more than well aware that he’s exceptionally skilled. The best ever. This is nothing for him, no more than an effortless parlour trick. “Darkling?” he prompts, and she knows he’s referring to the question he’d asked her earlier that she hadn’t been paying the proper kind of attention to. Unfortunately, she has even less of an idea now than she did before, which she hadn’t really thought was possible but oh well here we are, and he definitely expects an answer – or at least he does for a moment, until she’s saved again by a returning and clearly more acute distraction. “Oh, one moment, I…” His brow creases and he turns aside from her in magnificent profile, a gods-forged angular precision entirely at the mercy of whatever stealth tormentor is apparently bothering him right now. “Hh-hh…” She loves watching him surrender because he does it so rarely but he does it so well, so absolutely, this man who submits to nothing, to nobody. Except, of course, to her…and except, perhaps, to this – this simple, common, insistent and equalising need, and she warms at the thought as her beloved, the all-powerful Demon king, loses control. He inhales deeply, urgently, and altogether gives in to a bracing double, almost doubling over with the force of it, heavy and demanding. “Hhh-AHTSSCHHUU! ahh-HEHTSSCH-uu!” She catches the fleeting, almost startled look in his eyes as he glances across to her in apology, as if he’s surprised to find himself capable of such ferocious capitulation, as if he hadn’t been gearing up for precisely that outcome all those expectant moments before. A wet sniffle as he presses a firm hand beneath his nose to no avail, his breath staccato, and hitches into another mighty sneeze. “Huh…ah-HH… AAHTSSCHHUU! Gods. *SNF!* Pardon me.” “Bless you,” she purrs. Pushing a curtain of long, disarrayed ebony hair back from his face, he thanks her quickly, sniffles again, frowns and rubs his nose with purposeful determination. Annoyance now mixes with perplexity, and he pinches the bridge of his nose against the still-insistent irritation, blinking rapidly, and gives a brief, crisp shake of his head, as if by sheer willpower he can refute this, end this here and now. As if his focus wasn’t already unstoppably disintegrating anew. She loves watching him try to regain his composure. Oh, he’s not going to succeed – the helpless shift in his expression tells her clearly that this is a battle already lost…and once committed, he’s never been the type to do things by halves. “Damn it, excuse m…” He manages to Create a handkerchief in a lucid micromoment, burying his face in it as he succumbs again. “Hhh… hh-TSSCHH-uu! Hh-TSSCHH-uu! Gods, I…I don’t know wh-hH… hh-HHAHTSSCCHU!” He groans heavily, almost a growl, sighs with frustration palpable, and offers her another apology, however unnecessary that may be. Always the gentleman. A soft, private smile crosses her face as a craving heat suffuses her. “Bless you!” Her interest does not mean disregard for her love’s comfort, though. “Are you okay?” He gives her a quick nod, blows his nose and sniffles in tremulous, uncertain recovery awhile, steadying himself as best he can, before looking over at her through increasingly reddened and watery eyes. “Um, if you…” His breath, still erratic, catches in encore, and he crushes the back of his hand against his nose in steely denial, sniffles hard. “If you… *SNF!* If you don’t mind, though, perhaps a… ah… Hh-hh… Ohgodswhatthe…” His hard-fought-for composure crumbles in seconds. “Ahh-TSCHH-uu! *SNFF!*” Another series of sniffles follow; he exhales heavily, wipes his eyes, and turns from her to once more blow his nose. “Goddamn it,” he mutters. “Pardon me…again.” He pushes his hair back from his face and clears his throat, and the insistent itch actually seems to back off a little, giving him a moment of respite, though he’s not at all confident about how much longer his fortune will hold. He suspects – much to his wary displeasure – that the likely answer is not very, and he presses his fingers against still-rebellious sinuses, attempts to reclaim a little dignity. “Perhaps a change of venue?” “Ah.” She takes a cursory glance around the copse and its variety of trees, shrubbery and wildflowers, nods sagely. “Maybe somewhere a little more…private?” she says, suggestive sensual, then adds with a quiet chuckle, “I was going to have to ask you to start over anyway.” He raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Did I…” He sniffles softly; she notes his momentary frown and accompanying flare of his nostrils, and the vexed waver in his expression as he rubs his nose again. “Did I not…” A sharp intake of breath, and she pauses, attention fixed – oh, again? – on what is plainly inevitable, no matter how much he may wish it otherwise. And this time he is clearly out of patience, rolling his eyes in exasperation and inhaling deeply moments before any remaining focus he has dissolves, and he comprehensively gives himself over, sneezing again, emphatic, unstoppable. “Ah-HEHTSSHHUU! Fuck! *snf!*” Resentfulness now shines brightfurious in irritated, teary viridian as he meets her gaze from beneath strands of newly dishevelled midnight; by the look in his eye he’s one step from incinerating this entire damn woodland just to teach it a damn lesson, and she thinks that although he…probably won’t, that perhaps she should redirect his attention just in case. Besides, she muses, as his breath quavers and he sniffles again, it happens that she very much wants to…needs to get out of here too. She loves watching him, but sometimes…ohgod, sometimes watching is simply not enough. “Bless you, sweetheart,” she murmurs as she moves to him, internally burning, and wraps her arms around his waist. “Feel free to get us out of here whenever you like.” Standing on tiptoe, she now reaches up to weave one hand through his hair, pulling him nearer, silencing his apology with a finger to his lips, and soothes him with boudoir whisper, “Shh, it’s alright. Sometimes we’re all…just a bit at the mercy…” She kisses him hungrily, urgently, and abandons speech for heat-suffused Mindsend – :of forces beyond our control.:

#snzfic #snz fic #my OCs #my writing #cerberus #supernatural soap opera #cerberus and kia #sneeze fic

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lovinmullen · 4 years

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the pacific: part one, live blog because i said so

he looked so pissed when he has to make the sign of the cross to mary..... I KNOW ITS BECAUSE HES FALLING AWAY FROM HIS RELIGION but all i can think is undercover protestant????? i hate that i find myself funny stfu tom like he’s some angsty protestant like ‘this is fucking bullshit why the fuck DO THEY PRAY TO MARY’ which..... is a huge missconsperion but i’m not gonna get into that right now but hey if anyone needs an rs teacher? i got you

are you telling me i could have heard the most BEAUTIFUL monologue about the saint mary’s church and her plans for the day as well as being able to see that sweet sweet smile on vera’s face for longer but it was cut short because bobo went ‘i joined the marines’ GOOD FOR YOU BUT.....

rOBERT...... you really gonna give her THAT look...... IN GODS HOUSE is this allowed? is THIS ALLOWED???? if you don’t say it in the voice of the vine we can not be fteejssn sorry i don’t make the rules

#BOB: i wanna catholic girl that go to church AND READ HER BIBLE (is that even right??? omg i can only remember the jewish one *in the voice of ryan reynolds severely slowed down* FUUUUUCCCKKK)

on a real note this man saw her at church ONCE and his ass went finna wife up like........ take her out to dinner first. OR AT LEAST ASK HER HOW SHE IS IN THE LETTERS like we get it you’re emo, the aussie won’t shag you anymore and you keep pissing your pants. i understand it’s a hard not life or how ever that song in annie goes but bro.........(this is obviously a joke i am dumb of ass please ignore me i love you m8 and i’m sorry you’re gonna embarrass yourself in front of everyone but chuckler shifts to momma mode so you good)

can we please acknowledge jon’s acting..... sir? PHENOMENAL he’s not even saying anything??? he’s just looking at the lt yet i’m near tears

gentle reminder i love the basilones🥺🥺🥺 the way they are so supportive even though they don’t understand and they are scared for him but they accept and respect that john wants more, needs more and they’re putting their own fears aside so he can spread his wings for no better turn of phrase.

‘just get the job done, and come home to us’ the way his head falls and he has to stop his voice from breaking. i’m s fucking bitter

THE HAND HOLD MY GOD

leckie:((( look hes a bastard and he pisses me off but no matter how much i bully him i do love him a lot and the complete disregard and uncaring nature from his dad breaks my heart. a handshake then gone just like that? HIS FACE BEFORE ‘there’s a war on everybodies got to make sacrifices’ he looks so hurt and broken baby

GENE MY SWEET SWEET BABY GOD THIS SO SAD ALEXA PLAY DESPACITO. my baby just wants to do his part :( CUT THE CAMERAS DEAD ASS I WILL CRY BABY PLEASE DON’T CRY JUST WAIT A FEW MORE EPS my heart really do be looking like: <eugene3

‘gene, supper’s ready’ ma’am i’m sorry but he does not give a shit

SIDNEY MY SWEET SWEET BOY get in a pram if you’re going to be so baby. look while i love him so much and i know he didn’t mean it to be !!!!! he’s just small of brain !!! but when he says “i wish we where going together” that lowkey rubs it in man......... like he’s already heartbroken PLEASE STOP but the “yeah well you take care of yourself greaser” - “you don’t have to worry about me” IM SOFT🥺

“wOWoWOoOOO COME ON GUYS I WORKED HARD FOR THESE ORANGES”

“guadal...kenel...guadal BLEEHHH” didn’t realise hoos was recreating the audience of my english speaking exam. LOOK I REALISE NOW TALKING ABOUT STOICISM TO A BUNCH OF 15 YEAR OLDS WHO DON’T CARE WAS A BAD IDEA BUT I GOT A DESTINCTION SO FUCK YOU TO THAT ONE KID

chuckler baby..... i’m in love with a dumbass. also the hit across the head. i’m soft (lads lets take a shot every time i say i’m soft in this liveblog ITS GONNA BE A FUN NIGHT jk drink responsibly and all that jazz or be dick winters that’s cool too!! heck do a babe heffron and get yourself a caprisun you deserve it)

“professor leckie” please don’t fuel his ego HE DOES NOT NEED IT

HOLD UP I NEED TO SWITCH FROM THE TV TO MY LAPTOP TO SCREEN CAP THIS SHIT LEW MY SON HAVE YOU BEEN BITING INTO AN ORANGE LIKE IT IS AN APPLE??? I WOULD BE MAD BUT HE LOOKS SO CUTE on a real note though can you eat the skin???? will he be okay?????

okay two hoos things: 1.) he looks SO DONE and i’m living for it 2.) can we talk about jacobs nose..... IM DYING TO TALK ABOUT JACOBS NOSE

okay the boats scene give me saving private ryan flashbacks i came out here to have a good time AND I AM NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME oh wait never mind runner just went ‘i could really use a stiff one right now’ i hate that but he saved the day with his dumbassery so thank you good sir i love you with all my heart

fun fact my how co ranking goes chuckler, runner, hoos, leckie

OH FUCK I FORGOT SID SJAKSJSJ y’know for someone who talks about how much they love sid i forget about him a lot. thank you for blessing my screen with your pretty face it helped me remember you exist LMAO guys my memory is not okay i’m actually concerned...... but more importantly i’d put him between hoos and leckie in the ranking :,)

call it what it is. babyism. y’all better stop before i cuddle you LOOK AT THIS SHIT THEY’RE ADORABLE

runner is the only bitch i respect in this house he’s so fucking funny

‘they’ve? poisoned? a? billion?! coconuts?’ that poor son of a bitch BLESS HIM don’t shoot the messenger okay? he seems like a sweet bean

that shot of hoos, leckie and chuckler looking down at the camera into the bunker? my sexuality. my left brain: tomas stop thirsting it’s an intense and serious show. my righ brain: but?? they’re pretty?? me nodding smugly and in agreement: BUT THEY’RE PRETTY.

THIS MAN AND HIS GUM I CAN’T why is that me. i am the gum man at my school that sounds so weird ajsksjsj i just always have gum. ALSO spearmint is superior to normal mint. NORMAL MINT BURNS LIKE ITS SPICY BRO. bubblemint is superior superior but that’s more expensive rip😭😭😭😭😭😭

‘it’s like the fourth of july’ nice to my boy sufjan getting some rep he is king of the gays after all mr i can’t explain the state that i’m in the state of my heart he was my best friend. we all owe him EVERY parallel on this goddamn app. jk there’s one other king of the gays and that is demon! shane (bfu). no this is not up for debate

the shot of the ships is phenomenal. that’s one thing i do have to credit hbo on. the special effects and cinematography are beautiful and so fucking impressive like???

‘we’re killing them’ - ‘where’s the navy?’ / ‘gone we lost four cruisers’ GOD I HAVE SUCH A LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP FOR FORSHADOWING LIKE SOMETIMES ITS SO SEXY AND OTHER TIMES IM LIKE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GO AWAY

WHY DOES SID LOOK OVER HIS SHOLDER BEFORE TAKING THE WINE SIR NO ONE IS GONNA TELL YOU OFF AT WAR FOR DRINKING UNDERAGE like???? i don’t think an 18 year old having a swig is their biggest problem bless his heart

‘can’t fight em drunk don’t fight em at all’

bill if you are reading this i’m free on thursday night and would like to hang out. please respond to this and then hang out with me on thursday night, when i am free😌😘🥰😳🥺👉👈😤💘💓🙄🥴

FUCK I FORGOT HOW LOUD THE GUN SHOTS WHERE THINK I JUST WOKE THE WHOLE NEIGHBOURHOOD JC

‘skipper? skipper are you okay?? goddamnit he’s lost it come on’ :(((((

god the shots in this show really are phenomenal. i know it’s very gory and very hard to watch at times but it definitely has the best shots of the three en mi opinion. i’m a slut for the close up of dick screaming ‘move out’ with rounds flying. like who’s ever call that was? outstanding but like that’s just one? the pacific has so many emotive and excellently shot scenes.

JOG ON. STOP. IM SO SOFT IM GOING TO CRY THIS IS NOT OKAY. MOMMA CHUCKLER I CAN’T🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

how seemlessly the scenes flow one after the other despite being opposite ends of the spectrum i DID NOT GIVE TP ENOUGH CREDIT like yeah it makes me sad as fuck but from a production point of view the writing? the acting? the cinematography? DAMN

how visibly torn and pissed off hoosier looks over the other marines tormenting the japanese soldier, stringing out his death when he’s obviously in a lot of mental as well as physical pain? the only bitch i respect in this house.

okay so like? while the shot is scarring both for him and the audience to see that kind of effortless murder it was the right thing to do? it’s better then have him be tormented and it will help leckie in the long run? how broken he looks though? like the distance is his eye and the way he swollows....... WHO IS CUTTING ONIONS HUH???? brilliant james BRILLIANT

the way i just said ‘if biology would have permitted it i would be asking you to have my babies’ at the sight of a man shoving smokes up his nose....... now ladies theyzies and gents, a prime reason to show why you should do your work. this is tom. tom didn’t do his work. with nothing to do all day tom became bat shit..... don’t be like tom. okay like it is cute though COME ON

HOW PROUD AND SMUG AND HAPPY HE LOOKS AT HIS PREMOTION ‘yes ma’am i am a corporal’ HE IS SO BABY AND FOR WHAT. oops sorry lads looks like i dropped this:

the shot of leckie swimming in the water fading off to the shot of the dead bodies mirroring his movement but obviously a life less version OOOH IMMA SUE

god love me some men with black lungs LECKIE DO BE LOOKING GOOD LIGHTING THAT CIG DAMN

“i have a girlfriend lucky me” HOOS IS LIKE MY GAY ASS YOU SURE????

“you guys step aside the real marines are here now” “AND I’VE BEEN HERE FOR SOME TIME” that shuts iconic even i said wahayyyy

also runner..... i am looking RESPECTFULLY👁👁

you’re not special leckie we all want hoosier

sister👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

baby gene :,( YOU GINGER LIL BEBE I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH

can you really call yourself a hbo war an if you don’t sing along at the end... ITS A TUNE also hoos’ voice...... its about the drawl.......

#god ive missed these idiots #im so glad i rewatched #im a bit scared for the rollercoaster that is the rest of the series however asjsksjks #enjoy me being an idiot #thank you to the beauties that told me how to do the keep reading thing you da best xxxx #the pacific #hbo war #eugene sledge #bill hoosier smith #lew chuckler juergens #robert leckie #sidney phillips #wilbur runner conley #john basilone

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iprocrastinatefartoomuch · 5 years

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A lot of thoughts on AWAE 3x08 (spoilers ahead)...

Ka'kwet’s back! Yay! So is that shitty nun, ugghhh. She and the minister who burnt the schoolhouse are going straight to hell.

While I applaud the ingenuity of her idea, I hope she doesn’t drown.

Holy shit, she’s going to escape by holding on to the underside of the wagon. This moment remains relevant because there’re refugees and migrants that travel using that method.

I love how Anne is so enthusiastic about the paper, she’s going to be heartbroken over the burnt schoolhouse and the confiscated printing press.

“We did do something and this was the result.”-Come on Tillie, don’t blame Anne for the school’s board of directors’ feebleness.

Glad to see Josie’s back at school.

Oh no, Anne is going after Mrs. Lynde. As much as I have flip-flopped on liking her, she did try to be the moderate voice on the panel.

I love how Mrs. Lynde has come around to Anne and her cause because she realized, in spite of Anne’s methods and her “behavior”, she was fighting for her to have a voice as well. Solidarity is beautiful

Bash’s mom is here! They have an uneasy dynamic about them.

Anne and Gilbert are so comfortable with one another and sitting awfully close to one another.

And we’re brought back to reality with the mention of Winifred.

“Not with you, Anne, with Winifred!” Ooff, that’s got to hurt.

Dining with parents, they’re going awfully fast.

Diana: How not to break up with someone 101.

Describing their relationship as apples and oranges isn’t an accessible way to break up with one another.

Don’t lie Diana, you did think that Jerry wasn’t good enough for you.

The fact she threw his gifts to her on the floor was unnecessarily cruel.

Why couldn’t she just say that the relationship was going a bit too fast and she wasn’t ready to give up her newly found autonomy? It’s not like it’s not true. Those in rural settings tended to marry earlier than those in the city and despite Diana living in the country, she might as well live in the city.

Also, keeping the relationship from Anne was never going to last anyway.

My mom and Diana’s parents have the same look when my relatives come to visit.

Thank god Aunt Jo is here to talk some sense into her.

Oh god, this dynamic between Bash and his mom is getting increasingly awkward.

Bash’s insult was a bit below the belt but he had a point. Gilbert sees Bash his equal in every way. Plus, logistically, they’re going on two different avenues in life.

Mathew is just the best, enough said.

Diana’s taking the exam, yay!

The scene outside the testing place is giving me severe flashbacks to when I took my SAT.

I laughed when Mrs. Lynde apologized for saying damn. Lord knows I would be using much stronger words.

“Why would I stay, with people frozen in time?” I hope the writers aren’t hinting at Miss Stacy and Bash getting together. I like them as friends.

Diana thoroughly surprised me by volunteering to take the first shot of moonshine. Hard alcohol and an empty stomach (I’m sure most of them were too nervous to eat anything for breakfast) is a bad combo.

Now would be a good time for Diana and Anne to make up.

I can’t hate Winifred but all I keep thinking is that they’re not the one for one another.

Damn, they have an apartment in Paris, financing, connections and he gave him his blessing, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more appealing offer.

Ruby and Moody are cute.

I love this scene so much. It may be a tad too unrealistic but there’s something so effortless, young and beautiful about it.

The cinematographer deserves a raise. Seriously, Anne looked so beautiful against the fire.

Gilbert’s oversized baker cap make shim appear younger than he is.

Was it a rejection? No, right?? She just vomited out a series of words and restated his options. In addition, HE NEVER OUTRIGHT STATES THAT HE LOVES HER. Besides, you’re too young to get married.

Asking someone to confess their deepest feelings to you whilst they’re tipsy is such a bad idea. It’s as if he didn’t realize the magnitude of asking someone to marry you.

The obvious difference in appearance between Winifred and Anne annoys me immensely. I know they’re only about two years apart but the fact that Anne is still dressed as if she was 14 irks me. I’m not blaming Anne for keeping the same clothes especially since she lives in a rural setting, where fashions are a tad behind, but the lack of change in her appearance, I’m sure factors in her inability to see herself as marriage or courting material. Moreover, it only reinforces the idea that both Anne and Gilbert are only ready for courtship.

The maritime book is back.

Whilst I’m glad that Elijah didn’t steal the ring, I’m still mad about the upcoming proposal.

I’m saying this once again: Thank god for Aunt Jo.

“I feel like I was a child yesterday and I feel like I’m being asked to explain my life on a ticking clock.”-Exactly my sentiments.

Aunt Jo is right, she just needs some time and some clear headspace to sort out her feelings.

“I have clarity.” NO, YOU DON’T. Boy, I swear to god, he’s so thick-skulled.

YOU CANNOT PROPOSE TO WINIFRED BECAUSE ANNE (sort-of) REJECTED YOU! THIS IS NOT THE BACHELOR, I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT THE BACHELOR!

If you’re only proposing to someone because they’re the second choice, that’s not a good enough reason.

If he does propose, I hope Winifred rejects him because she feels that she’s too young/he’s too inexperienced/it’s too soon. I’m assuming, she’s not yet done with college.

I love this scheming Rachel.

“No, no, there’s no need to be hysterical.”-You’ve got to love her.

“Spreading news around town, is my forte”

Not going to lie, I was hoping for something more than a gender balance. I don’t think that was a fair trade-off. At the very least, a gender balance and the restoration of the school and the printing press should have been agreed upon.

Hopefully, the two other female members are Anne/Marilla and Miss Stacy.

KA’KWET IS HOME!! Hopefully for sure.

The reunification scene had me in tears.

“You don’t even like being you”.” -Ain’t that the truth.

Yay Diana and Anne made up!

Hopefully, Anne can convince Diana to clarify her breakup with Jerry. It’s the least she could do.

“I’m in love with Gilbert Blythe!”-YOU CAN’T END WITH THAT!

Final Thoughts:

I hope Winifred and Gilbert break off things before he proposes. A proposal would actually complicate things. Was I the only one surprised that her parents were so willing to let Gilbert propose after knowing her for such a short amount of time?

If does propose and they somehow break up, he better not propose to Anne with that same ring. The light blue stone of that ring, won’t do. I feel like Anne would be someone who likes pearls or emeralds.

What happened to Diana’s empathy during the breakup? Couldn’t she say she doesn’t know what to do and doesn’t want to hurt one another any further?

I really wanted to see Anne comfort Jerry about his first breakup.

Bash and Miss Stacy needs to not be a couple.

I’m so confused about Gilbert’s marriage storyline. On one hand, he’s 18 and of acceptable marriage age. On the other hand, his options are literally: propose to Winifred or confess his feelings to Anne so that he can court her. They’re not of equal weight.

Why does Gilbert see Sorbonne as his only option? He can’t speak French well or at all and most certainly, not at university level. What happened to the University of Toronto, McGill, Dalhousie or Queen's School of Medicine? Fredrick Banting and Charles Best of the Uni. of Toronto were the first to synthesize insulin in 1921.

While I’m glad this episode brought back Ka'kwet, how is her story going to tie back to Anne’s? I don’t want a white savior plot but it seems odd to introduce a storyline that has little to do with the main plot.

Bash and his mom need to have a conversation on race and class ASAP or else it’s going to harm Delphine greatly.

I find it unrealistic that Diana could pass the entrance exam without any studying. They should have started this storyline an episode or two earlier. It would have worked well alongside Diana’s attempt at exploring autonomy storyline. Dating someone of a different socioeconomic class isn’t exactly all that freedom should be.

Finally, I want to petition the writers to put Anne is something besides braids and too-short dresses that come with aprons. The 1985 adaption, they put Anne in a full-on young lady of the 1880’s ensemble by the time she is taking her entrance exam.

#awae #annewithane #awae3x8 #anne of green gables #anne shirley #awaespoilers

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archmage--khadgar · 5 years

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Hia! I always feel happy when I see one of your posts pop up on here c: why do you like Khadgar?

*Stares into space* OH GOD THIS IS gonna probably be a long post. HERE WE GO.So uh. I always really like Karazhan and the lore around it, hardcore fell in love with Medivh and pretty much ANYTHING in game that was connected I ate it up. I got the urn, the keys, all the rings, all the rep, you name it. I tried SO HARD to get Atiesh from the old Naxx but that didn’t happen. (I AM STILL SAD ABOUT THAT.) So that was -kind of- the start. In order for the next part to make sense, need to sidestep and backtrack a wee bit for context.Not to be all sob story, but I gotta be honest, I spent most of my childhood alone (either outside or in my room), reading, playing out epic stories with my toys, exploring the outdoors, and most of my social interactions with people I was either being bullied by kids at school or my mother. And y’know, despite all the stories I read or watched on t.v it was a loooong while before there were characters that made me go….”Holy SHIT I know what that’s like!?” Like there was a difference, to me, between characters like Michelangelo and Beetlejuice that I REALLY WANTED to hang out with, and then a character that made me go….”I know exactly how that character feels. What happened to them, happened to me.”Digimon was the show that broke that mold for me when not only were there two characters who had DIVORCED PARENTS!??? Like me, there was a girl who had a REALLY BAD and unhealthy relationship with her mother. (But she was still powered by love, which was awesome.)This kinda started getting me into other stuff because the more characters I found that I could relate to, the easier it was to explain how I felt to strangers and it made friend finding a little bit easier. FAST FORWARDING A LITTLE BIT.

So I certainly have a character -type- that I relate to the most. And it’s chaotic bookwork with anxiety. Fun fact: I am always dubbed “the twilight sparkle” of friend groups IRL because I was always, ALWAYS the one who was solving friendship problems and I did that looong before the show. OOPH. THE BIG PROBLEM. Was that it was getting to the point where all the chaotic bookworms were either: Evil, female (and I love gals, but that’s not my gender identity ORZ), or like. largely hated by the fandom and were always mocked.Or some combination.SO LIKE. Hey, I get introduced to Medivh and his TOWER OF BOOKS and all that shit and it’s like “Fuck yeah sign me up bro, living alone? Shitty mom? I feel you.” But then, y’know. He was a wee bit possessed and not. Exactly the good guy SO THERE WAS THAT.And then. There was Khadgar.I hadn’t been able to find the last guardian book yet, though I had read about the lore highlights online so I was familiar and stuff.And then WoD came out. And Khadgar! Was doing stuff! Which got me excited because it was more of the Lore that I really liked, and during MoP, I was hardcore going…”THE LEGION IS COMING BAAAACK. I JUST KNOW IT. CAUSE WE DIDN’T KILL KJ. SKREE.” I got called crazy and stupid a few times BUT HEY. Jokes on you fuckers I was *right*.Anyways!That first quest chain into Tannan rolls in. And it’s just. Khadgar. Being Khadgar. “Well, then I guess we owe you one.” scene hit every…“Oh fucking god bless Khadgar for the sarcastic sass”Because I really enjoy sarcasm and it’s more obvious in voice chat or in-person but my sass rhythm and tone, especially if I’m ranting is veeery similar to Khadgar’s sass.And then the PUNS. Listen. *Listen*. I hear an opportunity for a pun and I have to take it. I have to. If I try to hold it in my face starts smiling like the Cheshire cat and I sometimes let out a high pitched “eeeeeee” until given permission. After that quest chain, I quickly noticed that no one had rolled a Khadgar blog. No one! And well, I was all about having a blog where I could be free to make jokes all the time. IIRC, my first post was…”The party has arrived~!” Or something like that. I honestly didn’t expect much to happen cause I didn’t have any friends or anything like that and all the wow blogs all pretty much had their followings already and I was uh…a WEE BIT ALONE. But I was like “well even if this blog doesn’t go off I’ll at least have an outlet where I can just be me where no one will harass me.”Cause gotta be honest, I’ve never been well-liked. There was never a place for bookworms who liked puns and had anxiety in the world I lived in. If I acted like myself I was hated, and in order to fit in, I had to be someone else, which was a ditzy stupid, lazy girl. I wasn’t allowed to be trans, (still not back in Maine), or smart, and….yeah. But hey! On tumblr, I can RP a male character that had my same sense of humor and sass and BE MYSELF and NOT BE A GIRL and all my IRL haters wouldn’t be able to stop me.And then uh, A THING HAPPENED. I no longer have the original blog because of reasons I’ll mention later, so I CAN’T REMEMBER who first started sending me asks but I know @kiyastrasza was one of them (she passed away suddenly a few months ago and I miss her SO MUCH.) But then like, I DON’T KNOW. I know I got a few initial asks because “fuck yeah finally a khadgar blog” and honestly, I thought my blog was rubbish because it was 80% me just being my sassy nerd self and 20% studying his word usage for more serious things and getting my hands on every scrap of Khadgar related lore.”So I fully expected to get called out on being canon divergent or a shitty Khadgar or SOMETHING. Or have people ONCE AGAIN be like….”This character archetype is annoying and stupid and we all fucking hate him and hate you for rping him.”But that didn’t happen. In fact the EXACT OPPOSITE HAPPENED.My ask box kept getting filled with puns to be approved, rhyming his name with stuff became a thing and now even BLIZZ says “Dadgar” like jfc what even.And then like. I don’t even know, a lot of it is a blur because it all happened so fast but the BIGGEST THING.Was that for the first time ever, being myself wasn’t met with bullying and hate and people telling me to shut up and go away or anything like that.People -loved- Khadgar in-game. And people -loved- finding a Khadgar blog that “when I read their posts I can hear Khadgar’s voice”. And better yet? KHADGAR WASN’T A VILLAIN! (Don’t get me wrong, I loooove AU’s but imagine being a kid and you can only ever connect to villains and then people hate you anyways IT DOESN’T FEEL TOO GREAT).And uh. Yeah. I don’t really know where to go with this. But yeah! It was the first time where I felt like nothing was wrong with who I was. That there was nothing wrong with being book smart and having a sense of humor and looking death in the face and just eye-rolling and going “Well aiight.”I mean hell yeah there’s been an epic shit ton of drama with people being jealous and making shit up and who the hell even knows what any of that was about anymore, and there’s still plenty of bullshit in my life keeping me otherwise miserable and I’m getting really frustrated that every goal I try to accomplish gets utterly destroyed in some way and I’m currently an emotional husk and I 100% HAVE NOT been myself lately as I’m a mix of grieving and severely hurt and physically ill and I’ve been broken pretty damn hard and when I pull myself back together it’s probably going to be like. 11th Doctor just turning into cranky 12 and not being pleasant BUT. The muse is still strong, the muse is honestly probably the strongest thing about me. Not because I think that I’m actually, really Khadgar and that’s ME you’re talking to in game and Azeroth is real, etc, etc. But it’s strong because that type of muse was already something that was effortless for me and part of my personality foundation. And before the blog it was withering away and crumbling and I had no self-love to keep it going anymore and then the blog happened, and even though I still have 0 self-love, I genuinely hate myself, the love from others healed it, and my love for the character, I think, is my subconscious finding a weird loophole to get around the self-hate because I CAN’T HATE KHADGAR, and fucking hell whenever I make a pun irl and someone is a shithead about it or calls me annoying over voice chat, my brain is like. “Yeah, but if Khadgar were real. He’d laugh.” And eventually, it’s like….”OKAY FINE. IT WAS FUNNY. THAT PERSON IS JUST A SHITHEAD.” I can’t remember where I was going with that. Uhhhhhh……SOMETHING SOMETHING.I absolutely hate myself and feel as if I’m undeserving of love because I’m a horrible, broken person that makes stupid mistakes and is only good for hurting others and being a bitchB U TI hate myself a little bit less when I RP a character, like Khadgar, that lines up with one of my personality foundations, and the general response to it is people loving it and telling them I make them happy. I’ve still had more hate directed at me in the past (and sadly the present) than I have love. But uh. It doesn’t take much love to get me all sappy and crying and happy. (Hate is a tossup, a lot of hate I can take but certain, specific things will strike me hard and fast).SO LIKE. Uh. I know the majority of my foundation at the moment is either destroyed or heavily damaged, cause I’ve also been heckin angry a lot lately and I don’t know how to deal with that at all since it’s something new so a lot of my foundation wasn’t protected against that, and I’ve certainly died emotionally a few times more this year than my normal rate of it taking a couple years or more to emotionally die and regenerate. BUT THE PART that’s still holding fast and bouncing off all the negative self-destructive shit is because of Khadgar, and all 1,297 of you (give or take) that’ve either stuck with this blog since the beginning and through a blog deletion and change or have come recently. That send in everything from ARCANE MEAT to puns, to AU ideas to random nice things SO UH. This is turning into an awkward unexpected thank you, to all of you. dashjkIt’s more than likely that I will live the rest of my life absolutely hating myself, and it’s possible that the rest of my foundations may never heal or be repaired. Even though I can easily attach some of them to characters like Khadgar for the most part, I just….eh. I dunno. No outlet and it’s not prompted ever and…it hurts still cause they’re broken. Which, eh, whatever, healing can’t be forced or half-assed, cause you can’t expect a broken leg to heal as fast as a papercut, all you can do is wait and let things heal or you’ll make it worse, but then obviously you can’t heal EVERYTHING otherwise no one would ever be disabled, but REGARDLESS.I may always hate myself. But I’ll always love Khadgar. And YOU guys love Khadgar. And you enjoy me rping Khadgar. So then I guess MAAAAYBE.It helps. With making it worth. Sticking around for a little bit longer. :T

#THIS GOT SO LONG I'M SO SORRY #it won't let me put it under a cut SKREEE #long post #lothirielswan

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kurtty-drabbles · 5 years

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Eros and Psyche au

N/A: I can´t lie and say this idea never crossed my mind...it has but I never had the incentive to write until now. Also, I like Raven Darkholme as Aphrodite because...I have this HC where Aphrodite isn´t a white woman...she´s every woman. Black woman, Asian woman, latina woman, a trans woman. Any woman is valid here.

@sailorstar9 @djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @discordsworld @look-ma-no-hands336

AoA Kurtty here.

Beauty is a trait many begs to receive. Wisdom, power and a good heart are secondary, you can read, you can train..but if you´re ugly then the world will have its door lock forever, look at Hephaestus, the poor God is talent but ugly as sin. Raven Darkholme does not have time for ugly.

Aphrodite, Mystique or Raven are names fitting for the deity that can be anything and anyone. Her beauty was sung with devotion until it was not and now...her temples are empty, no sweet aroma, no flowers, no sacrifices and Raven is left wondering what happened.

It can´t be a war, even in the deadliest war, people have time to worship Raven...why her temples are empty?

Raven Darkholme´s spies were sent to understand why her temples are empty, why no one is singing her name and why no one is wanting her blessing. For a moment, Raven was sure her Ex was involved in this plot, yet, her spies prove wrong, for a brief moment, Raven wishes her Ex- was involved in this.

“Repeat carefully what you just told me” Raven is rubbing her temples in her blue form and gazes at the spies “I sure must have heard wrong”

“No, my Goddess, the humans found a human so beautiful, in their words” the spies added carefully “that they believe she is superior to you”

Raven is not happy by this revelation in the slightest. Her face is hardly one to be mistaken by anything but pure fury “what´s her name?”

“Her name is….”

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“Katherine Anne Pryde” a male voice is shouting the name of the woman riding in the horse as his life depend on this scream. Both are in a race and Katherine is winning as the race effortless, it does provides some joy for the woman to know she's still a competent horse rider despite everything. “I won” Katherine with her short curly hair and doe eyes replied to the man, who is disappointed. To her relief the man leaves and goes the certainty that tomorrow more suitors will bang on her door.

“You save me from another one” Kitty said and give a sugar cube to the horse. She gently pets the horse named Lockheed, over the course of the end of Apocalypse´s rule, Kitty Pryde has to gain popularity in a way she never expected.

Kitty Pryde´s warrior name is Ariel and Queen Jean asked Kitty to help in the war, the exchange for such valuable help, Kitty has a nice home now and that should be enough, however, Kitty´s prowess on the battlefield make many Spartans and men look at her in approval. Once learning Kitty was never engaged to Piotr(and killing said man) her fame shines even against Mystique.

“You're the only male in my life who isn´t crazy! I don´t get, why they want to marry me? Why bestow me with this damn title of the beautiful woman ...if they only want to chains me to their will?” Kitty replied and Lockheed didn´t offer a word, only a nice touching on her head.

King Logan watches Kitty enters back to the limits of the city with a longing smile, Kitty Pryde is a woman that really pay attention to any men, Logan is married to Jean, but, Kitty Pryde is proving to be a true warrior...Could he make Kitty as his mistress?

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A queen must be a real warrior, yet, Jean Grey was not a warrior, per se, Logan married Jean out of whim and they fought against Apocalypse...eventually. Jean did call for help and right now, she wished she hasn´t. Logan is watching Kitty again and drooling at the sight of this woman, instead of the great Jean Grey, for a moment Jean thought in killing Kitty here and there and bath with her blood, yet, Jean saw this woman fight.

Blood and organs and bones being tossed and throw easily by Kitty´s hand as she was the one to kill Apocalypse while Jean just watches...Oh, she is done watching now. If she does not have the power, Jean will get the power to get rid of Ariel for good.

“Oh, Aphrodite, goddess of Beauty” Jean is praying on her temple, so long forgotten as the male audience are seeking Kitty, her husband is there lavish her with gifts that should belong with Jean, he is fucking her...Jean is sure. “Help me get rid of this parasite, she wants to ruin me, help me to take the life of Kitty Pryde”

“Ah, so, not everyone is in love with this little woman” Jean look up and saw Aphrodite in all her blue glory and feels blessed, Raven, for her part pretend to not notice Jean´s admiration gazes “I think we have a problem with Kitty Pryde and your husband is sure not minding the problem” a white lie can´t hurt anyone, well, not Raven. Jean is ready to collapse “ fret not, my loyal servant, I´ll take care of this, my son will give a faith worse than death to Kitty Pryde”

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Kurt Darkholme is not having an easier day, first off, his mother orders him to kill a woman for, in her inane words, being pretty than her and Kurt Darkholme is a good son, however, using his skills to kill a mere human because his mother does not like competition really sour his day.

Second, said the woman is not on an easy target as she is always moving and training with her sword or gauntlet.

Third, Kurt really thinks this is a stupid plan.

As he walks, invisible, along with Kitty, the man wonder why kill her, if mother is that upset, why not marry her with someone else? Killing someone for that reason feels wrong. As his muse goes on, Kitty stops her walk to see the King, well, the King is really blocking her way so she can only see him.

“King Logan” Kitty replied dryly showing her claws and Logan take that as an invitation. Kurt Darkholme knows a little about this man to not like him being this close of Kitty.

“Kitty, you can call me Logan” the woman is not inclined to attend this wish “and I see you win against another suitor” she remains silent and Logan smiles “and what a man has to do to have a woman like you?”

“Oh, if you want the details, first you need to drop dead, then you have to assume to be dickless and never again breath near me, that's very attractive qualities you can have” Kitty respond and Logan is a firm believer that No means Yes.

Logan is ready to grab and is ready to make his intention know “I can´t help thinking about you, you bewitch me, Kitty” Logan speaks with laced with lust. Kurt Darkholme is not impressed and has no problem in killing the king.

Of course, Darkholme didn't count the fact he's invisible and Kitty saw a man being impaled and is not taking this easier. Kurt Darkholme is trying to calm her down, but, the man is not really good to comforting anyone.

“Hey” his voice in the godly tone, something akin impossible to decipher “you're safe now, he can´t hurt you...go run” Darkholme speaks and Kitty looks around confused.

“WTF?” and Kitty leaves, not without adding this “whatever god you´re ...this is the worst way to comfort someone”

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Raven is not impressed that her son did fail on the task nor that he killed Logan, however, this can be used. She can blame Kitty for Logan´s death. A devious smile grows on her blue face.

“Son, your mistake really help your mother” Raven speaks fondly at her son who is sharpening his blades. “That woman will die by human´s hands...oh, this is much better”

Kurt stops sharpening his blades and is not paying attention to her mother blabbing about Kitty´s blood and how her temples will be full again. Kurt thought about that woman and as much killing is not a problem for him...that woman does not deserve to die.

Kurt Darkholme teleports and go to Destiny,who was waiting for him with a knowing smile, Kurt Darkholme is here to charge a favour.

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Jean Grey is happy and anger at the same time, a confliction caused by Kitty Pryde, her husband was murder by her, that's the only truth Jean can see. Kitty goes spreading lies as if Logan would rape her...that bitch, in Jean´s mind, seduce him and killed without remorse.

“It wasn´t me, it was one of the gods...I think, he never really give a name but he was following me around” Kitty explained “ he tried to rape me and if the deity or whatever didn´t kill him...I would have”

“PROVE ENOUGH” Jean scream like a loud banshee “you must be killed NOW” one of her advisers whisper in her ear and Jean is now confused, this exchange last for a few minutes until she speaks again “it seems the Gods didn't forget you” Jean gives a mockery smile “you´ll be sent to be devoured by a monster” her maniacal voice is back but the adviser whisper again “whatever, you won't return here ever again”

She looks and even her most annoying suitors did not dare to go against the queen. So, this wasn't her home after all.

“Ok, I´ll go right away” she thought in running away, even as the advisor explain she will relocate to another place, the oracle saw in her vision the will of the Gods and they want Kitty to move, well, the Gods are very petty.

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Kurt Darkholme has no idea why he did that, how many creatures, humans and deity he has killed? Why Kitty Pryde is any different? His sister often say his emotion are so repressed he couldn´t understand himself not even if he tries hard enough.

Well, in that case, I´ll have to understand her.

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Kitty arrives to the new location and Jean is seething, her new house is far superior than Jean. Aside from fucking her husband (Kitty swear by the Gods on the Apocalypse´s grave that she never even remotely like the man) she will live like a queen, no, a better queen than Jean…

Kitty for her part is not sure of what to say, a nice place can still be a prison, in the past she thought she had found a home, now, she knows better, this is just a golden cage.

“Good luck, Miss Pryde, the Gods look at you with mercy” one of the priestess speak and Kitty didn´t resist to show her middle finger to the sky.

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Kurt Darkholme decides to be invisible for reason he is not quitting getting, maybe, seeing a blue, furry deity with scarlet eyes and thirsty for blood won't be good to the woman's mind. Or maybe...he's really shy.

The only people he talks are his family or maybe his henchmen, the man did not venture in the romantic path, let alone social, since the incident.

“I´m just protecting her until mother finds another human to torment” Kurt Darkholme explain to himself for the fifth time.

As the woman ventures in the house fearless(or doing a great job in posing as one) Kurt goes to great her, well, that's the idea, unfortunately, as she can´t see him they stumble against each other.

“Oh, hello” Kitty speaks as the deity is still invisible “I was hoping to meet my warden, how are you?”

“I'm not your warden” Kurt defends himself feeling insulted clear he's not a warden, right?

“You killed the king and then let me get the blame” Kitty explained “and then Gods so happen to send me here for supposedly killing the king”

“Wait, they blame you? I killed him with my own sword”

“There´s a trial and everyone was pretty much against me...you could have dropped down and said hello, but, I think they would sentence me to death either way”

“Uhm” Kurt is holding his neck “I was in another trial in Olympus” and then adds “if it makes any difference a guy was sentenced to eat his own organs by Zeus”

“What a dick”

“Yeah, that's the general consensus”

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“Can I see your form?” Kitty asked one day as Kitty finishes her dinner, the deity does not eat human food, but, stay near to keep her company, sometimes he speaks about the work or he's just holding a fork to prove he's there.

“No”

“Why?”

“Because”

“Look, I really don't care for your looks, just the fact you can be less of a dick”

“Thank you, that's mean a lot to me”

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“You know, if we´re going to do this, then I prefer to be blindfold, otherwise, I couldn't take the make love with a god seriously”

“Well, here I was thinking I could show my true form, but, your idea is neat too”

“What?”

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Jean is seething and is talking with Aphrodite to understand how Kitty is living in such a luxurious place, it was said once that envy and anger are poor source of wisdom, as Jean forget Mystique is a Goddess and the woman demands to have Kitty´s blood.

Aphrodite takes orders from no one and soon this kingdom lost the queen too.

“But, where is …” she stops and realizes what happened “Oh, Kurt, really?!”

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Kurt Darkholme decides he can show his true form now, this relationship can´t be based on lies and Kurt, as far his shyness go, can´t hide himself. So, he reveal his blue form for Kitty trying not make this a big deal.

“The fur I knew, I felt” she explained looking into his eyes “ you know, I like your eyes, I always have the impression you would have pretty eyes”

“They are red as the blood”

“Ah, here is the edgy boy I know and love”

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Mystique can´t complain as her temples are full again, yet, her son is married with the woman who almost destroy her. Well, she supposed Kurt did better than Rogue(really, Rogue, Gambit?!) and at very least this woman is not ugly or dumb, yet, Raven makes no promise to be a doting mother to this woman.

“Irene, how could you do this?” Raven asks to lay down next to Irene.

“I saw your son take alike to her and quickly turn into love, that boy deserves to be happy and you tend to be too vingative sometimes”

“Just sometimes?”

“You´re right, Raven, my bad, you are vingative most of the time”

“That's better”

#Eros and psyche au #the writer may do a second version later because this idea is good #kurt darkholme #aoa!Kurtty #aoa kitty pryde #jean grey #logan #anti logan x jean #kurt D is a bit shy? why not #raven is aphrodite is perfect

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solaciummeae · 6 years

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So it’s been a while since I did one of these. I haven’t really hit any kind of milestone. I’ve been hovering around 115 followers for like two years. But that’s not really why I do these things. I do them because I’ve met some incredibly special people on indie and I want to recognize those people and tell them just how much they mean to me. So without further ado...

@deadbeatcentral

I feel like it’s obvious that you would come first. You were the person who brought me into this crazy world of tumblr indie five years ago now. I really don’t even know where to start. First and foremost, I love you. Without question, without hesitation. You’ve been one of the single most important people in my life to date and I’ve been blessed to call you one of my best friends for years now.

You’re so incredibly special to me. You’re also incredibly special to this world. You’re one of the best people I know. You never cease to amaze me with your compassion and true goodness. I just have never met anyone quite like you. You’ve got this incredible head on your shoulders. Your attitude toward life, your perspective on the world around you. You just have such a uniquely special way of looking at things.

You’ve been endlessly patient with me. And I’d know because you’ve helped me through the hardest times of my life. I honestly don’t know where I’d be without you today. I really could go on and on about how truly special you are. And rare. So so very rare and precious.

I could talk about how you’re also endlessly talented and how I know that someday people are going to know your name. But you’ve heard me say all of this numerous times. I could honestly write an entire book about you and what our friendship means to me.

You make me a better person. But not only that, you make me healthier. And not by anything like pressure, but just by being who you are. You inspire me to no end and my life is forever changed because of you. Thank you for everything. Everything you’ve done and everything you are. You are truly one of a kind. I love you more than words can express.

@axhes

You were one of the first blogs I followed on here. I was drawn in by your amazing characters and the concept of your blog. You were an OC multimuse which is my favorite flavor. And just from interacting with you the first few times, I knew you were so special.

You’re like human sunshine and one of the most beautiful people that I know. You’ve got such a gorgeous heart and a brilliant soul. If someone had asked me five years ago if we’d still be friends today I would’ve laughed in their face. Because I’ve always looked on you in wonder. You’re way too good for me and we all know it. And still, you give me love and endless support. You’ve picked my sorry ass up off the ground so many damn times I’ve lost count. With your realness and your infinite wisdom.

You give this world and the people in yours so much of yourself. I’m so amazed by you and everything you do. You’ve got to be one of the strongest women I know, you’re just so much more powerful than I think you even know.

I love you so much. You’re just the most incredible person. I know your future is going to be so damn bright we’ll all need protective eyewear. Never ever forget your worth. You too, are one of a kind. The best kind.

@exxxquisites @deathtake @pescaprincipessa

My Ami. My goodness. Going through my list of OG partners in crime. Exxxquisites was followed immediately after I followed Ash. I saw your blog and instantly fell in love with everything you did. It was close to my heart because a long time ago I’d had Emma as a stripper in a far off distant world. And so the whole concept of your blog just spoke to me right away. Your characters are absolutely incredible, your writing is infectious.

You are so insanely talented, and so ridiculously modest about it. You are truly a treasure. For the longest time I looked to you as this untouchable god tier blog. I only dreamed about writing with you and being one of your friends. Likewise, if someone had asked me back then if I would be friends with you today? I would’ve been like naw Ami’s way too good for me. There’s no way in hell.

But here we are. And you’re one of my closest friends. You too have helped me through so much. Whenever I’m struggling or going through something. It’s like somehow you have this innate ability to know that and you never fail to reach out and dust me off and help me find my way to being okay again.

You’re such an incredible woman. And so so strong. I know you’ve been through your fair share of hell and you’re honestly just this warrior. I’m so incredibly blessed to consider you family. You light up my world in the darkest of times. You’re a wonderful friend and ally no matter what the case. I always know you’re in my corner and I can’t thank you enough. You’re just so special. Not only to me, but in general. I love you so so much babygirl. If it weren’t for you, I might not still be here.

@desecratedvalor

Beautiful soulmate of mine. You know, I haven’t randomly sent you an inbox about how much I love and adore you in a long time. So strap in and get ready because I’m going to take full advantage.

God, where do I start? You’re such a beautiful woman, inside and out. And there’s not a doubt in my mind that you can take on any challenge and come out on top. You’re such a fighter and so so strong. We met and instantly clicked. I knew you were special because of our effortless chemistry and that of our characters. That was back when you only had Caroline and to this day she’s my favorite of your muses. You know, the real Caroline Forbes. You should have that shit trademarked to be honest.

You’re my family in a way that most people can’t comprehend. You just get it. You get me. You know me better than most people do. You’re the kind of friend that everyone wants but doesn’t realize that they actually need. Your realness. Your fiery spirit. You just have such a beautiful mind and your heart is so precious.

I love you more than I can adequately express to you. I’m so effing grateful to you for all you’ve ever done for me. For all that you are. You just have this way and it’s honestly addictive. We’ve done so many great things together as writers and I know we’re only going to continue to do that. You’re one of the easiest people to write with, you and your characters inspire me and mine.

There’s just never gonna be another you that comes into my life which is why I’m so intent on holding onto you for the rest of it. You’re absolutely perfect. Please don’t ever change.

This is beginning to get incredibly long so for the sake of not making a post a mile long, I’m going to try to condense.

@theimpalpable @thewillfulones @elenaloveablekotsala @bloodbulletsandbytes @soulsunforgiven @mindsunmerciful @heartsunholy @cfneglect @arexyouxafraidxofxthexdark @warxpaiint @teaganbennett-irp @ariahmontero @samarariley @asheraxxx @sinfulhymns @theharpieoftroy

Those of you listed above fall into your very own category. You guys make tumblr such a joy. Having you on my dash makes this experience everything that it is. To each and every one of you. You’re so special to me. Whether we’ve been friends for a few years or a few months. You guys make this worthwhile.

You’ve all got such incredible blogs with an abundance of fantastic characters. It’s been such an honor to write with you and interact with you out of character. You are such blessings to me and gifts to this community. You guys are the reason I still have threads to work on, on the regular. Without you, my life would be so boring and my writing experience on here wouldn’t be the same.

You’re all special in different ways but the same in one respect. And that is, that I couldn’t ask for better friends or partners. Every single person listed above has been so supportive of me, not only in my creative endeavors with this massive blog that is constantly under construction that you continue to follow-- but also in general. I’ve had some shitty stuff happen during my time on indie and each and every one of you have come out for me on numerous occasions.

Each and every one of your blogs is a must follow. You guys have no idea what you mean to me. I love all of you so much more than I can say. I admire each and everyone of you and am blessed to have you in my family on here.

Thank you so much for sticking with me. Through the ups and the downs you guys have been nothing short of stellar. My God, I just love you so much. Keep shining like the very stars in the sky because that’s what you guys are. Beautiful lights that remind me why I do this.

And finally, to those of you who I either haven’t interacted with or don’t as much, but am dying to.

@bluclights @ofhexxedclaws @writteninthestcrs @darkestbeforedxwn @frombrokenplaces @powerlesstwin @advrn @camillelafaye @londonmob @fcrinas @hostilitics @telegion @daayaan @unrcvelme @cxrleonis @down-in-dixie

Know that I admire all of you from a far. I’m always impressed by what I see from all of you and if we haven’t spoken. It’s honestly because I’m too intimidated by your quality to approach you. But believe me when I say, I follow you because I want to interact with you and do every last damn thing. I’m just a baby bird who doesn’t know how to approach you.

You guys have some serious skills and the things I see from you on my dash are pure magic. I’m blessed to be mutuals with most of you and I hope that someday extremely soon we will break the ice and start interacting with each other.

Each of you bring something completely different to the table and I just love it. Know that even if we have never spoken I’m sending you every bit of love and light and positive energy that I can. You guys are absolutely wonderful. Take this an as open invitation to hit me up to do things. I’m so so down.

#indie rp #follow forever #independent roleplay #indie multifandom rp #indie fandomless rp #outofthisworld #followforevers #important

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lolbtsaus · 6 years

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Things I love about Jimin

MOST PRECIOUS BOY IM SO IN LOVE

I also have a Jimin appreciation post (here) which this is pretty much like a part two to

Also if I miss out on something you love about him or a moment of his that you love, feel free to reply to this post with whatever you wanna add or reblog this and leave it as a comment on there, I’d love to read your guys’ personal favorite moments or qualities about chim

I’m also gonna be doing a part two as well so this is far from everything I love about him

I LOVE PARK JIMIN

I love his eyes:(( I love his nose:(( I love his cheeks:((

I LOVE HIS SMIL E :(((((((((

His smile with that lil dimple or the smile that just lights his entire face up and his eyes gets so bright and happy and I get so happy seeing it bc I love me a happy Jimin more than anything I will fight on this it’s the best concept

I love Jimin with abs and without bc here’s the thing

Jimin with abs?? a look !!! jimin without abs?? a look !!!

Soft tummy chim is a concept I can get behind very easily he does not need abs whatsoever to keep my attention but if he does it in a healthy manner and he’s happy bc of it, I’m here for that too

I just I love a happy healthy Jimin, whatever that means for his physical looks, I’m here for

I love everything about him tbh

I love his personality

I love his lil moments of sass

Their entire episode of Knowing Bros is just Jimin being snarky and it’s one of my favorite things ever to exist

Update I’ve found an entire compilation with Jimin’s petty moments here it is for all my petty Jimin lovers out there

But I also love how soft and sweet he is

Bby boy couldn’t hurt a fly:(

Always making sure the boys are okay, always supporting the boys in every way, cheers the loudest

Remember that one time Yoongi was in the basketball game and someone started cheering for someone else and Jimin deadass just starts screaming all of the player’s names at the top of his lungs bc he wasn’t about to be out-cheered

ShY SHY SHY

Speaking of twitter, most social bby

Always updating, always sharing selfies or videos

God bless Jimin’s laugh

Bless the fact that he damn near gives himself whiplash every time he finds something funny

Bless the fact that he’s fallen off of things bc he was laughing

BL ESS THE FACT THAT HES SO CLUMSY

I rest my case (also hi this channel is so cute)

Also I’ll never get over the fact that he’s a g r a ce fu l faller are you fucking kidding me

He falls and lands in the splits ??? h o w

Everyone’s baby though

Namjoon and hobi deadass coo at him 24/7 jungkook’s doing anything and everything to get him to laugh yoongi’s being soft with him like everyone fucking adores Jimin

I’ve yet to meet someone who didn’t love Jimin once they got to know him point me to them and let’s duel

He’s one of those people who doesn’t have to do much and you just love them

Like he can deadass sit on a stage and just smile and boom BTS gain another million followers

Side note he’s so fucking talented

His voice is so soft and I just want him to sing me lullabies

He puts so much emotion into his singing and he doesn’t hold back for shit

That lil riff he does at the end of Mic Drop oh my go d

When HE DOES A NOTE CHANGE AT ALL

And his dancing oh my god

You know how sometimes there are certain things in life that you just have to be born with naturally and it can’t really be taught as easily or at all

Jimin’s got that when it comes to dancing

Like it’s not just the skill itself, it’s that ability to lose yourself in the music and to have your body connect to that while making it look effortless

Jimin’s one of my personal favorite dancers ever I may be biased bc I love everything he do child could touch his tongue to the tip of his nose and I’d be screaming talent

When he eats and his cheeks do the thing

HIS SCREAM

In case you wanna scream as well, here’s this video have fun with that shit, stopped it like 30 seconds in and I refuse to resume

He gets so competitive sometimes and then when he loses he does that frustrated scream and it’s so cute???

He’s so SO F T

I just wanna repeat that he’s the softest more purest most sweetest boy in the whole wide world and I’m writing this through my tears

Precious bby:((

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dontshootmespence · 7 years

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The Penrose Triangle

Part 3

Everyone left eventually. He was convinced as much. Maybe it wasn’t because they’d willingly left, but the universe somehow decided that when he was born, people would come and go, and apparently the words would too, so he decided if he never knew who his second soulmate was, he’d never lose them.

Maeve had left – taken away at just over the age of 30 after the universe taunted him with her love for just over 100 days. Elle had left, unable to reconcile her desire for revenge and her role as a law enforcement agent. Emily had left, and fuck if that wasn’t too complicated a situation to delve into on his way into work. Granted she’d come back from the dead, but it wasn’t the same, because she needed to create a new life for herself. Gideon had left, with just a note saying he was sorry for how him leaving was going to affect Spencer.

No one’s life revolved around Spencer. He knew that. And that was fine. Everyone’s lives were intertwined with someone else, who was affiliated with someone else and so on and so forth, so did Spencer ever expect anyone to make a decision for themselves based on how he’d react? Of course not, but it didn’t help him from wondering whether or not anyone of his friends or loved ones who’d left realized or cared how it would affect him. Emily was the only one he knew of for sure that regretted the way everything had happened, but that was because she had been the only to ever return.

Elle and Gideon were god knows where. As he rounded the corner to pull into the Bureau parking lot, a meeting with Hotch waiting, he let his brain wander. If he had his way, they’d be back, but in lieu of them returning, he hoped for their happiness. He hoped that Gideon had found love again. After losing his college sweetheart to Frank Breitkopf, he couldn’t deal with the horrors of the world, vanishing into thin air. Spencer hoped that he’d found someone else, a light coming to his eyes that had been ripped away so violently years earlier, as he saw new words spring to life across his skin. Together, they would travel across country over and over again, taking in the beauty of the world that had been eroded away during Gideon’s 30 years with the BAU.

In Elle’s case, Spencer couldn’t even hazard a guess as to where she was. In the time he’d known her, she didn’t have those blessed or damned words (depending on who you spoke to). Maybe she had found someone since then. Maybe not. But wherever she was, he hoped she happy. In a perfect world, she’d have formed on organization for sexual assault victims, something to help the people she had so desperately wanted to help, in a way that didn’t require breaking the laws she swore to uphold.

So that was what, five, six people that had left in one way or another? Gideon, Elle, Emily, Maeve, his father, and most recently Blake. Like a mother to him, she’d left after he got shot. Again, the horrors of this job kept taking their toll on the ones he loved. Having Blake leave hurt more than he thought it would

The friends he did have he loved more than anything else in the world. However, they definitely weren’t known for minding their own business. Actually quite the opposite, which was bothersome no matter how pure the intentions. But Blake was different. Blake always made it known that she was there for him if he wanted to talk, but never forced him too, through words or body language. She was effortless to be around, but in a familial way rather than a romantic way. He was convinced that if the universe hadn’t already showed him that it was possible for him to have a romantic soulmate, he would’ve seen Blake’s first words to him on his arm. For all he knew, they could be lying under the bandage he continued to wear – more than a year later. Although Maeve’s death was getting easier to handle day by day, he still wasn’t ready to see those words. There were too many awful possibilities that he couldn’t handle after all he’d been through.

After parking at 7:13 in the morning, he’d apparently sat in the car in deep thought for the past six minutes. His brain told him to move (he did have a meeting to go to after all). While he took the steps up slowly, wanting more time to himself and his mind to wander, he tried to decipher Hotch’s words. What did he want to talk about? Hotch had only said that he wanted to talk to Spencer before work in the morning, but it was a solo meeting.

Gently, Spencer knocked on the door, cracking a small smile as Hotch said good morning. “Come on in, Reid,” he said, sitting down at his desk and searching the younger agent’s eyes for how he was feeling this morning. “How’re you doing?”

“Sleepy,” Spencer replied with a shrug. He sipped at his coffee, which he wished he could ingest in IV form because once he was physically up he hated wasting time on actually getting up mentally. “But otherwise okay. Why did you want to talk to me this morning?”

Hotch smiled, Spencer, much like himself, was always the kind of man to cut to the chase, but for his extensive IQ, he hadn’t deduced what it was that Hotch wanted to talk to him about. “I just wanted to talk about how you’ve been feeling since Blake left.”

In a huff, Spencer got up to leave. “Sit, Reid. I’m not done.”

Spencer rolled his eyes and turned back into the seat, taking another large cup of coffee and nearly burning his throat. “Why do we need to talk about this? It sucks. End of story.”

“Not end of story. You dam up your feelings and when it gets to be too much we both know what happens.” Spencer saw the smallest of glances between Hotch and his own arm. He was referencing the dilauded he turned to, or desperately wanted turn to, during times of great stress. “Reid, you and an invaluable asset to this team, for your mind, and just the dynamic of the team. We all need you, but we need you at your best, and when you keep these emotions bottled up, you are not at your best.”

A minute or two passed by, during which time Spencer stared everywhere but where he was supposed to. “Everyone leaves Hotch. That’s my life. What can I say? My father left, then Gideon left, then Elle left, then Emily left, came back and left again, then the love of my life got shot, and now Blake is gone. What am I supposed to do with that? Am I supposed to operating at full capacity barely a month after Blake left?” When he was younger and had just joined the Bureau, Spencer wouldn’t have allowed himself to get so snappy with a superior, but aside from being his boss, Spencer also considered Hotch a friend, and right now his friend was making him angry. “Because I’m not. But I always get back to where I need to be when people leave me alone to grieve in my own way. Blake understood that.” He said that last bit under his breath, a lone tear stinging at the corner of his eye as he looked down at the floor.

Hotch understood. They all got each other to a deeper degree than most people understood their friends given what they did for a living, but Blake’s connection with Spencer went deeper still. “I know Blake leaving hurt you, but that’s all the more reason to seek someone out to confide in. Does keeping in all make you happy?”

“Of course not,” Spencer snapped, raising his voice slightly higher than he’d intended. “What would make you think that? It makes me miserable.”

“Nothing,” he replied matter-of-factly. “Then why don’t you speak to someone?”

“Because either way I’m miserable. I keep it in, I’m miserable by myself, or I let it out and make everyone around me miserable. Why would I do that to the people I love?”

“Because we love you,” Hotch said. It was rare he said those exact words to his co-workers. He was more the type to imply it than say it, but Reid needed to realize that despite his childhood, where he was, in essence, alone, it wasn’t that way any longer. “Talk to someone. Anyone. Whether it be one of us or not.”

In his head, Spencer knew he didn’t want to be an ass, but that’s where his heart was headed, so he just shut his mouth…until he couldn’t anymore. “Do you ever take your own advice?” Hotch was the king of keeping in his emotions, or at least that’s what Spencer thought. “Do you ever talk to Beth about the cases that get under your skin?” The sentiment was filled with such vitriol, probably because Spencer assumed that Beth had been Hotch’s second soulmate.

“Not anymore,” he said, getting up and walking around to sit on top of the desk. “Beth and I broke up.”

Spencer had been looking down at the floor the entire time, but his head sprung up at the realization that Hotch’s second soulmate didn’t last. “I’m sorry,” he said. “After…” he didn’t want to say Hayley’s name. It was still a sore subject; Spencer could tell. “I was really happy that you’d found your soulmate again.”

“She wasn’t my soulmate.” Hotch watched as the surprise spread across the young man’s face. “I don’t know whose words these are.” On his arm was written ‘she must’ve been an incredible woman.’ “These weren’t the words Beth first spoke to me, but we got along really well, and since neither of us had any words on our arms, we decided to just go for it. We were both convinced, and still are, that those words can pop after you start a relationship. That it doesn’t have to happen before. It can. It can be something that the universe has ordained for you, but we both believe that it was something that individuals could change.”

“And did it?” Spencer asked, genuinely curious. He’d never expected that Beth and Hotch hadn’t been made for each other. They just fit together so perfectly.

“Well, no,” Hotch smiled. “But that doesn’t mean that it’s not true. Look, I like the idea of having someone, or multiple someones, out there in the world waiting for me, but I also like the idea of having some control over my own destiny, that those soulmates or soul companions can be of your own choosing as well as the universe’s.” Spencer had never really thought of it that way before, which was astounding considering how much time and energy he’d put into the whole concept as a child.

The earlier tension faded to the background when the conversation had changed direction. “I never really thought of it like that,” Spencer finally said.

“I think you have,” Hotch said, continuing when Spencer looked confused. “Whether you’ve actively thought about it like that, I think the reason having these people, or some of them anyway, leave, hurt so much was because you felt a deep soulmate-like connection to them. Especially Blake, Emily and Gideon.”

Spencer swallowed hard. When he’d come in the room, he’d been angry, then the mood turned to pity for the demise of Hotch’s relationship, to slightly more light-hearted, but now…now he was sad again. Spencer was pretty sure this was the opposite of what Hotch had wanted from this meeting. What Hotch had said made total sense though. That’s why he’d been hit by people leaving so much more than other people, because for Spencer, the people that came to him later in life felt like soulmates; they felt like those childhood friends and loved ones that he’d missed out on, so seeing them leave was like a dagger in the heart.

The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to cry, and eventually, he couldn’t stop himself, openly sobbing in Hotch’s office.

Hotch got up and closed the blinds, just in case people decided to start walking in a little bit earlier than usual, and once he returned to his desk, he grabbed Spencer by the shoulder, hoisted him upward and wrapped his arms around him. “Look, Reid. We are never telling you that you have to talk, but we are here if you want to talk. We may not have all the same experiences as you do, even though someone like myself has lost a loved one in the exact same way you did, but that doesn’t mean we can’t listen, and as your friends, that we wouldn’t want to.” Spencer hadn’t lifted his head from Hotch’s shoulder, but he nodded that he’d heard him.

After a minute or two, Spencer’s tears dried up and he lifted his head, making eye contact with Hotch and giving up; giving up trying to look okay when he wasn’t. “Now listen, I think this soulmate thing is bothering you more than you’re letting on. We’ve all noticed that you have your arm bandaged up. You have other words?”

“I saw the faint outline of ink, so yes, but I don’t want to look at them.”

Hotch put out his hand and reassured Spencer. “And you don’t have to. What I want to say is that the words don’t have to dictate your life, if you don’t want them to. If you keep that bandage on, and two years from now, you feel a spark with someone, take that bandage off and realize that the words don’t match, don’t give up your autonomy. We were born into this universe where this exists, but that doesn’t mean he have to think of it as God. Pursue love in your own way. Let it come to you. And maybe, one day, you’ll realize that you have the power to change your fate. What I’m saying is remain open.”

Spencer breathed a cleansing breath, feeling a little bit better after talking with Hotch. “I’ll try,” he said, walking toward the door. As he turned the doorknob, he stopped in his tracks. “Do you think I could come in this time next week?” He asked, realizing he sounded like he was talking to a therapist. “I have no idea what I’m going to need to say or if I’ll need to say anything, but I might feel better coming to you.”

“Same time next week,” Hotch replied with a laugh. “Bring a book if you feel like it. Just know that I’m here.”

“Thanks Hotch.”

And with that, Spencer walked out and went back to his desk, his shoulders slightly more uplifted after their talk. As Hotch sat back down at his desk, he’d hoped he’d gotten through to him. He liked the idea of a soulmate as much as the next person, but he would hate to see Reid close himself off to the world and all its possibilities just because his feelings he had didn’t align with the words painted across his skin. Whether he was romantically linked or not, he had soulmates all around him – if only he allowed them in.

@adropintheocean1234567 @milkandcookies528 @remember-me-forever-silent-angel @gubl-oser @sammi9406 @rda1989 @stunudo @stay-wokke @brywrites @spencersolves @zombies-bunny @grayskiesandoceaneyes @the-slytherin-ice-queen @rosyreid @twelveyearoldchildprodigy @felisarunswithscissors @ultrarebelheart @lookingforgalifrey @live-love-be-unique @sammikeys23 @sassygeek77 @imawkwardhelpmeh @imagicana @original-criminal-fanfics @sonhadoraativa @madamredwrites @tenderlysaltyalpaca @nevernot-broken @crazysurvival @un-kinder @just-a-localdreamer @geek13freak @pleasedftbaforever @chocok22 @sierra---king @whymesswperfection @camigt1999 @clockworkballerina @brooke0297 @unstoppableangel8 @reid-my-fortune @madjeknotts @nobravery

#spencer reid #maeve donovan #luke alvez #dontshootmespence #the penrose triangle

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f-xholecourt · 7 years

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so let’s talk about movie night with the foxes and how it turns into neil josten playing just dance

matt buys a wii

he wants to play mariocart and wii sports. kevin chips in and buys wii fitness

(nicky groaned and complained about being tortured even more)

and of course, allison buys just dance

(nicky was less upset about this one, you could say he was ecstatic)

and playing just dance happens one night where the wii has been moved into the girls room for movie night, because everyone already knew where the night was headed

nicky has had…a little too much and wants to play

matt and renee are right behind him, already talking who’s taking what turn

neil is nicely situated next to andrew, shoulder to shoulder and he’s had a few drinks and he’s like what’s that?

the world stops, because:

neil fucking josten

doesn’t know what just dance is?

THIS IS A CRIME! nicky shrieks and says he’ll play a round with him

neil politely declines

so nicky makes it a dare, a bet. he bets neil $100 that he can’t beat him at nicky hemmick’s own game

neil, ever the compeitive little shit, says go the fuck on then

matt and renee “ooooh” and andrew is unimpressed because nicky’s got that shark-like grin on his lips

and so it begins

they play so that the winner keeps playing until they lose

allison beats kevin at maneater

renee beats allison at oh no!

renee beats dan at timber

matt finally beats renee at moves like jagger

nicky beats matt at never gonna give you up (everyone just got fucking rick rolled)

and then suddenly, it’s neil’s turn

he’s drunk enough to know that he won’t be getting anything from andrew tonight they’re both too drunk for their liking, but he’s stable on his feet

he once said he could play exy in this state but nobody would let him put it to the test

he gets the remote from matt and nicky pouts until neil lets him choose the song, which is a huge mistake and he knows it

and you can bet —

did you guess?

he picks the “sexiest” song they can provide on a game aimed at kids and young teens, and basically something he thinks neil will look good doing:

umbrella, rihanna

andrew is glaring

neil pretends not to notice

before they start, matt takes bets

the amount of support neil racks up is truly amazing

allison bets $30 on neil losing, sorry bud

renee bets nothing, but gives neil a little smile

dan bets $40 on nicky winning

matt says he can’t bet against his best friend and puts in $20 on neil winning

kevin slaps a nice $50 on neil losing (oh, kevin)

aaron ignores them all

andrew is still glaring

the song starts and nicky expected it to be a slow start for neil to get the hang of it

but, as unpredictable as he is unreal, he’s got it

he’s comfortable around his family, any mess-ups don’t phase him

nicky makes a snide comment about how he’s not putting enough effort in and neil starts to really fucking going for it

nicky is taken aback because although neil is short, he’s mostly all leg

and his legs are so defined, thighs sculpted by the gods and it should honestly be considered a crime that he wears those ugly jorts, because half of the team agrees that neil should be in booty shorts 24/7,

strangers look at him and think yeah, that kid’s an athlete just by the shape of his legs

and there’s $100 from nicky and $20 on neil winning from matt so he has to give it all because fuck you nicky hemmick

he starts getting perfect scores and matt is flushing because he feels like he shouldn’t be watching this

aaron is disgusted, as per

you’ve never looked gayer, both of you

i’m not gay, asshole

aw, thanks ‘cus!

in short: fuck off aaron

allison and dan are wolf whistling and renee is cheering neil on beside them

nicky is beginning to get tired just looking at neil because he’s making it look so effortless, and he feels blessed

andrew is pissed the fuck off

this is?? what the fuck, josten???

he’s also pissed at the amount they’ve had to drink because the percentage is rising to 174% easily and he literally wishes they were sober at this moment in time

somehow neil looks like an idiot, but he makes looking like an idiot look really, really good

because neil is smiling, laughing, teasing nicky and completely carefree in the comfort of his foxes, his shirt keeps riding up and exposing his scarred abdomen when he lifts his arms and there are beads of sweat on his neck and andrew wants to press his lips there —

anyway

neil wins, four stars to nicky’s three and he’s a smug asshole about it, kevin has to hand over $50 and matt could stand and kiss neil right now for making him not a rich man, but a richer man

nicky begs him to play another

another one, five, twenty? who knows?

andrew glares and nicky squeaks

renee saves him from an untimely death by saying she’ll play another round with him and neil happily takes his seat next to andrew and watches renee, nicky, matt and allison play what makes you beautiful

when he’s sure everyone is sufficiently distracted, andrew inclines his head towards neil and says

you’re never doing that again

do you want me to sober up? neil says, with that little head tilt he does, lips curving and eyes bright

shut up. tomorrow andrew says it like it’s a promise

what makes you think i’ll want to tomorrow?

you’re dead, josten

so you keep saying, but i’m still here

not for much longer if you don’t shut your damn mouth

#andreil #all for the game #this got sUPER FUCKING LONG IM SO SORRY #thicckevin #for u babe #have fun with this #I KNOW I DID #aftg hc

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primadonnatartuffe · 7 years

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RYAN: *leads jack outside the building to places unknown, mostly because she's forgotten what's in this area of town. but she doesn't care too much about where they're going anyway, she just wants to talk. she's quiet for a long moment, holding onto his arm and entirely too focused on that.*

RYAN: sooOOOooo...

JACK: *Glad to follow her down the riverside outlets. It's where the hotel was at after all. Also, Jack has no idea what the sights look like. He's just going by the sounds. The water's not too far off and the fancy high end restuarants are playing music.* This is nice. *comments, letting his cane tap at the pavement.*

RYAN: yeah.

RYAN: yeah thats what i was thinking too.

RYAN: haha...

RYAN: *keeps stealing glances before she makes herself focus ahead.* i didnt expect to see you here. or everyone else really... but i guess i was hoping.

RYAN: even though i was pretty much terrified of it too?

JACK: *Oblivious to her stealing glances.* I expected it. And I figured it would be more managable to rip at it like a bandaid.

JACK: Done.

JACK: Quick, fast, and in a hurry.

JACK: Everyone you ever took issue with all in one room. What happens next will blow your fucking mind...

JACK: Which was nothing.

JACK: It was painless, more or less. Just like collecting laundry.

RYAN: yeah. *laughs a little about it.* i dont really get why though...

JACK: *tilts his head as if considering* Maybe we were all just waiting for you.

RYAN: *looks at him again, brows knit and curious.* did you think id come back...?

JACK: For a while I didn't know. *he looks on* But then I did.

JACK: And it turned out alright.

RYAN: *coming back has been an emotional time, something she's mostly kept to herself, but hearing that makes it ooze out just a little as her throat constricts and her eyes water. it hurts worse to hold it back, but she's still trying.* i...

RYAN: yeah.

RYAN: haha... i guess it did.

JACK: *He can hear the emotion coiling in her voice. Something that would have made him apprehensive and uncertain before... was now reflecting back at Jack with the most clarity he's ever had experience with. He found himself feeling the pain with her, like he had always meant to.*

JACK: *squeezes at her arm.* Some place to sit would be nice.

JACK: Any benches around?

RYAN: oh shit right. yeah. *clears her throat and guides him to the nearest one. luckily there's plenty of places to sit in such a scenic area. she slides onto the bench, still holding him at the end of her arm.*

RYAN: pop a squat.

JACK: *And pops a squat he does.* Thanks.

RYAN: *can't help thinking back on that day on lauctis when they met on a bench just like, deciding to run away from it all. it's funny to her how they wound up running still, in completely different directions, and yet here they are again... she's probably overthinking it. but she still finds herself leaning on him a little bit.*

RYAN: is it alright if i asked what happened? with your eyes?

JACK: *He feels her lean on him and it's nice. Familiar. He's smiling a little.* I went fucking blind.

RYAN: ... listen.

RYAN: dont be a bitch.

RYAN: *wheezes gently*

JACK: *He's smiling more.* I've always been a little bit of a bitch.

RYAN: no fucking kidding... goddamn. *well, she's grinning. it feels good to goof off. she hasn't had fun in a long while.*

RYAN: here i am trying to have a serious conversation here... and you go and sass me.

JACK: Life has been too serious for my taste. *taps his fingers along the head of his cane.* It could stand to light up about some things.

RYAN: now thats the smartest thing ive heard all damn day. *giggles*

RYAN: ive been so... gloomy lately. and worried about coming home.

RYAN: everything just went to shit out there.

RYAN: itd be nice to have some fun again.

RYAN: *sways a bit, nudging against him* we used to have a lot of fun together right?

JACK: Yeah. I remember. *He thinks he can smell her perfume as she nudges at him. Tickling at some fondly meloncholy memories.* I'm having fun right now.

RYAN: heh... me too. *rests her head on his shoulder as she continues to sway, humming along with the music in the distance.*

JACK: *Just listens to her, stirring in the pleasant swirl of his thoughts. Sometimes it was just nice to sit like this... existing.*

RYAN: *resumes like this for a few quiet moments, enjoying the comfort of a familiar presence, and the promise that things would be alright. but she does eventually speak up again, though her voice is soft.*

RYAN: i missed you.

JACK: *Taking everything into consideration, it all boiled down to one simple fact for Jack.* Yeah. I missed you too.

RYAN: *looks up at him with her cheek still resting against his shoulder and smiles. she's still melancholic, reflecting on the past. everything that went wrong, between them, and for the both of them individually. but it feels bittersweet. already, it felt like old wounds were healing, and she's so glad she decided to come back.*

RYAN: im gonna stick around this time.

JACK: *He finds himself smiling again. Glad that when she spoke, the messages stopped being so complicated in his head.* I'm proud of you, Ryan.

JACK: Now... all that's left to do is go up.

RYAN: *the words seem to strike her right through the heart. her smile widens, and the laughter that bubbles out of her is watery all over again. the last thing she ever expected to hear when she came back was that someone was /proud/ of her. it's not like he knew just how badly she fucked up (as far as she knows) so maybe he just doesn't understand... but shit, she'll accept how it makes her feel a lit

RYAN: tle less like a failure.* yeah... hahaha... fuck. *wipes at her eyes, trying to avoid messing up her make up too bad. stupid tears.*

JACK: *brings his hand up, disregarding how smudged her make up might become and just... holds her to him. Letting her curl and sniffle and do whatever else she needed to do.*

RYAN: *no... she's going to fight him for being so sweet. like it's all so effortless. there's so many feelings she never forgot surfacing once again, making her heart race, but she didn't really expect anything like this to ever happen. she does curl against him as her tears fall, placing her hand over his and squeezing tight.*

JACK: *The quiet is heavy, disrupted only by the sound of music in the distance. In the end, Jack squeezes her hand in return. Continuing to stroke her hair with his other.* It's not much...

JACK: But the good news is the worst is over.

JACK: I hope you know that.

RYAN: *exhales, trying to steady the tears and the shake of her breathing. she ultimately smiles again, nuzzling against him.* i do now.

JACK: That's a relief. *hums* Of course. People usually cry when they have their faces pressed to my tits.

JACK: It's a normal thing.

JACK: A fate I have come to accept.

RYAN: *snrk...* okay cool so you wont be offended if i wipe my snot all over your tacky shirt here.

JACK: I've had worse wiped on me. It's fine.

RYAN: hehehe... actually its kind of growing on me. i dont think ill desecrate it. *smooths a hand over the fabric, which incidentally his chest is underneath it.*

JACK: *He's still as solid as ever. Workouts are kind of mandatory nowadays...* I'm sure it's a nice shirt. It's pretty good at soaking as far as I know.

RYAN: *god fucking bless these pecs. pat pat...* now it sounds like you want me to blow my nose into your tiddies.

RYAN: weird kink... but i guess i know of weirder.

JACK: *He's at such peace right now.* Correction-- crying on tiddies. That's what really gets me going.

RYAN: oh baby... then why dont we go back to your place put on some marley and me and really heat things up.

JACK: Hm. Can't say I'm very into dogs dying. Sorry.

JACK: *says this but he sounds amused.*

RYAN: okay then what would be your preferred method of inducing tears?

JACK: I daresay we have time and science on our hands.

JACK: Maybe it should be looked into.

RYAN: *internal wheezing.* well /i/ daresay you might be onto something there.

RYAN: i gotta take you home at some point anyway.

JACK: *All of Jack's smiles look too smug. It's a great feeling.* Excellent segueway.

RYAN: *she wants to punch his smug face!! with her mouth!!* why thank you. ;)

RYAN: gimme your address ill call a cab.

JACK: *And so... he does just that.*

#invincibleDetective #in which the worst is over now #after the valentines day party

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diveronarpg · 5 years

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Congratulations, CASS! You’ve been accepted for the role of ROMEO. Admin Rosey: Whew -- while reading the application, we couldn’t help but come back to one significant theme that was very much R O M A N. There was the Roman that he presented to the world and the Roman that he actually is. All that talk about Roman getting his heart broken and here he was, breaking ours. Cass, I’m so incredibly excited to have you fill this role and bring us the Montague heir that we’ve been longing for. The one that is full of possibilities, flaws, hopes, and love. Please, everyone, read this application and listen to that song at the end so ya’ll can cry with me, thnx. Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Out of Character

Alias | Cass

Age | 23 for approximately one more week!

Preferred Pronouns | She/Her

Activity Level | I am drenched in grad school, but our course load is a little lighter this summer and I’ve missed writing like the devil so I’ll probably check in every day and have replies up every couple of days (but I promise to bring the heartache every time I post, no worries).

Timezone | US EST (GMT -5)

Current/Past RP Accounts | I played Bellamy for a little while before stepping down to hellish classes! This account that I’m applying with is also an old RP account.

In Character

Character | Roman Montague (ROMEO)

THE LOVER: Roman’s heart has betrayed him more than anything else in Verona. He’s trusted the wrong people, fell in love with something beautiful only to pull back the curtain. Yet his heart still bleeds, and there is crimson pooling at his feet. Everything that he does, he does out of love. Even when love has hardened him, twisted him, made him convinced of a future he once never envisioned, he fights because he loves this city, his family, the mob. Love is not always pure and sweet. Sometimes, love is the greatest weapon of all.

THE KING: Not crowned yet, not truly, but the coronation is lingering, and each day is another step towards the throne. There is a future for Verona, one on the other side of this wretched storm, and he’s learning how to shape it. He’s learning what to say, who to convince, who to– well, there’s still some lessons yet to be taught.

THE MAN: As much as Verona believes in gods amongst men, there are nights where Roman feels more human than deity. He fells the heartache, the hope, the joy, the loss. He’s known every emotion there is to write poetry about, and he’s experienced it a thousand times over. Born with a heart destined to bleed, Roman can’t fully eradicate the human parts of him. Whether it’s a blessing or a curse has yet to be seen.

What drew you to this character?

So I’ve always been interested in Roman but there is so much to his character that I had previously been rather apprehensive to dive in and build up each layer (the love, the pain, the tragedy, the heroism, the martyrdom, the humanism in the face of deification), but I haven’t been able to shake this boy, so here I am! There’s been so much thought put into him, and there have been so many wisps of muse that don’t make sense. It was frustrated, but then it dawned on me – Roman isn’t a character that can be pinned down. Try as he might to use his head, the boy leads with his heart. That hasn’t changed even after all the fractures and scars and bruises that have befallen it, so how can he be predictable? How can he be justified? He can’t. In a way, Roman’s the most human character I’ve ever seen, and it’s for that reason (the frustration and the intrigue and the sheer force of possibility) that I’ve been drawn towards him.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character?

USE YOUR HEAD, BOY: It’s a dangerous move to demand the dissociation of head and heart. Leaders have toppled, lovers have lost their minds, martyrs have simply become John Smiths. Roman has made dozens of mistakes by following his heart, yet none are as dangerous as the ones he makes when he uses his head. He’s brilliant, always has been, and he knows how to hit where it hurts – but what is the cost of falling upon the sword of strategy and apathy? Roman has the opportunity to be a phenomenal leader if only he can balance head and heart, and seeing him fall too far into his own head, to make decisions that make sense on paper rather than within his chest, is a path that I would love to pursue. He still has more to learn before he can become the hero that Verona needs, and that includes making mistakes tied to the man Damiano envisions him to be and the man that he is.

HOW DO YOU FOLLOW A BROKEN HEART? It’s no secret that Roman is made of pure emotion. He is a god, but he was one meant to break hearts rather than bones – though he never expected to break his own, not this suddenly, or this violently. He used to claim that he’d rather suffer a thousand broken hearts than live a life without love, but now that he’s felt the bludgeoning, the tragedy that struck him like a shotgun pellet, he’s wondering if he still has a heart at all. The pieces are all still there, yes, but one can’t follow a broken compass. I think this will come into play with Roman’s personal relationships. A year ago, he was able to offer his entire heart whenever anyone needed it. Now, he still longs to do that, but he can’t offer what he doesn’t have. Delving into how Roman’s interpersonal relations have shifted since the crown upon his head has grown heavier and heavier is a perfect opportunity for pain and therefore a huge interest of mine.

AT LAST, SUCCESS. One cannot be a god if all he does is misstep. Roman may be a disappointment to Damiano, but there are small victories, ones that will eventually culminate in triumph – but at what cost? There’s a fine line between winning the war and suffering as Pyrrhus did. At the end of the day, success must be golden and shining, and there must be people present to admire its gleam. The way I visualize a plot such as this is long and meandering, starting with an idea of Roman’s to somehow change the world, and an earnest desire to see it through, to do something right, to be the leader that his friends, that his family, that Verona so desperately needs. As such, I can see it easily incorporating the previous two bullets, and drawing in a wide cast of characters.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character?

Bring on the pain. I’ll be fine. I think.

In Depth

In-Character Interview:

What is your favorite place in Verona? | We recommend looking at the location page and reading it over to figure out where your character’s favorite place is – if it’s not their own house/room.

There’s a spark that ignites in Roman’s eyes as he leans back in his seat, one hand coming to his chin as if musing over a perfect answer. He’d always been told to think more, to hesitate in the name of answering strategically, and while the answer had been on the tip of his tongue as soon as the interviewer had raised a brow, Roman knew that he ought to at leastappear introspective. Wasn’t Verona all about appearances these days?

“There isn’t just one place,” he said. Despite his previous demeanor, the corners of his mouth were lifting. He’d never been able to keep his heart from bleeding for this city. “It’s the entirety of it. There’s a thrill amongst the streets, within the people. The city feels alive despite all those horrible news stories. To pick a single place is to say that you only prefer to hold hands when you’re in love. It’s just a part of the story.”

Somehow, he’d shifted so he was leaning forward, moving from sociable interaction to intimate. He wasn’t quire sure when he’d done it, or how he’d ended up smiling despite the ghosts clawing at his back. Everything he said was true, at least once upon a time. Now the streets were silent with a fog that seemed to cling to the cobblestones. The city was somber, as if respecting the funerals occurring within. But this was a temporary pause, a purgatory following months of hell. It had to be.

What does your typical day look like?

The continuation of the interview came as a slight surprise to Roman, and it showed in the way his brows rose, easily furrowing along lines that hadn’t been there half a year ago. He brushed it off with a laugh, and it filled the room as effortless as melody. For a second, things seemed brighter.

“Is there really such a thing as a typical day?” For all of Roman’s shortcomings, he’d always been a brilliant actor. It was a skill born of a desire to please and an optimism bred of love. He never meant to lie, but he was damned good at pretending that life was better than the cut of cloth before them. “Sometimes it starts at To Tame a Soup, sometimes it starts with sleeping in. I just finished coursework through the University of Verona for the fall, so I’m trying to enjoy the winter months as much as possible. Would be lying if I said I wasn’t scrambling to buy last minute gifts some days.”

If only his life were so effortless. He often woke with circles under his eyes so dark he’s started concealing them with creams. His tongue would be dry, longing for either water or another drink of scotch, and his head will be buzzing with the sort of cloudiness that ought to only exist in literature. He felt least like himself in the morning, and it was for that reason that waking up was often the easiest part of his day. As hours dredged on, as the sun climbed higher, he felt the pressure to be golden. Each day was another step towards destiny, another task to accomplish, another part of himself to leave behind. Some nights, with Bellamy and Marcelo and Lawrence nearby, he was able to reclaim a small part of who he used to be. He was able to feel, as if his soul were filling his body and reinvigorating him with purpose. He’d had a night like that less than nine hours ago, and it was the only reason his smile translated as happiness.

So a usual day? Waking up between his past and his future, digging bloodied trenches towards a unified Verona, and occasionally remembering that glimmer of love and rosebuds nestled within his chest. A usual day was, in essence, evolution.

What has been your biggest mistake thus far?

It took everything in him not to laugh at the question. What mistakes hadn’t he made? He was far more infamous for his missteps than his talents.

Roman thought back to his previous answers, to the the lies by omission, to the act of vibrancy. Maybe it was time for a dash of honesty. “Like many people, my biggest mistake is falling in love with the wrong person.” Because that’s where the tragedy began, no? By giving his heart away and then having to build it anew when she stole off with it? “I’ve fallen in love with several of the right people since then, but there’s always that one that breaks your heart, eh?” He remembered those nights, waiting for her to call, checking his phone, calling her after he’d had a drink too many. He’d written letters, done everything he could to ask for his heart back. She’d never sent it.

“Be lying if I said I wouldn’t do it all again, though.”

What has been the most difficult task asked of you?

Become the person that Verona needs. Stepping into shoes that are still too large to wear. Losing himself. Finding himself. A thousand answers flitted through Roman’s head, and they were the same demons that kept him up until sunrise after dragging him through a day of steps he wished he’d never taken. The most difficult hadn’t been asked, not explicitly, but he knew it was coming. Part of being a Veronan was to kill for what you wanted.

“You know, I still haven’t quite sorted out what to pack for my vacation.”

What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues?

This time, Roman didn’t hold back his laughter. “You know how to get some incendiary comments, don’t you?” He shook his head and took a drink of water. He wanted it to be colder than it was. “There are some things that you can’t go on record saying. As much as I’d love for your story to make the front page, I’m afraid all these comments will have to be redacted.”

He wasn’t an idiot. He knew that he needed to start laying down his own foundations for the future. The war was necessary, as much as he hated it. He’d play the part he needed to in order to ensure the success of his family, of his friends, of Verona. Thrones were rarely won without war, and he had no plans to be on the losing side of history. There were too many people that depended on him to let them down by simply dodging bullets and working towards unanimous posterity. He may not be the bloodied general his father was, but he would be a king in his own right. The future of Verona weighs upon his shoulders, and his alone.

Extras:

I was going to make a playlist, but there’s really one song in particular the strikes me as perfectly Roman. I couldn’t get away from it, so please accept my single-track Roman EP.

I’ve also made a Pinterest Board!

#accepted #accepted: romeo #i cant believe im going to have the 2 lomls in one place #roman AND cass???? A BLESSING

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