#and she said that I just gave those vibes and 'something about your energy'

[vasattope]

so much Scorpio in ur charts DAMN 👀

I used to be a little upset about it but now I think it's cool. I'm probably the Scorpio most Scorpio you know lmao

#a little story in the tags! #I don't believe in astrology but I don't not believe in it either... #and the reason is #I had a dance teacher once #she was really into astrology #and one day she asked 'you're a scorpio right?' #i swear i never told her when my bday was or anything #and i was like 'wtf how'd you know that?' #and she said that I just gave those vibes and 'something about your energy' #I still think about that sometimes #ask #personal

[mastersoftheair]

So just to clear the air (and I guess my massive confusion) Harry never slept with Sandra, correct? I gotta say I need to read his memoir at this point as he is so intriguing to me, as well as masters of the air book, but like you said it’s a “blink and miss it” thing. I didn’t interpret it as anything more than having a few friendly conversations. It was more about emotional infidelity to me than physical, but given the circumstances and that exact heartbreaking point in time for Harry I can’t find it in me to blame either of them.

for me, ig i'm coming at my position from a place of bias. i'd read crosby's "a wing and a prayer" sometime in either 2021 or 2022 (those years blend together tbh), so i've had a lot of time to think about those 2 and their relationship and i lean towards "yeah, it likely happened" (this is a long response btw bc i'm quoting from the memoir):

crosby introduces his new friend, alexandra "landra" wingate (aka sandra westgate), in the chapter "learning about americans from the british" (this chapter was basically what we see in episode 6). moving on from this tho–

in the chapter "with landra in london", he expands on their growing relationship and the reader learns more about landra (she is genuinely Such an interesting person, and probably a spy). crosby writes about her with such admiration, regularly bringing up how smart she is. also, she's a captain!

this chapter's pretty important in how i formed my opinion on the matter. i understand the argument that the closeness of their relationship was intentionally left vague, but this chapter reads in a way that makes it feel Heavily implied despite not saying a lot (especially alongside crosby's emphasis on his wife jean being "four thousand miles away", as well as his own loneliness and despair wrt to all the missing and dead). there are some standout lines here:

-"I had Jean at home and Landra in England." (not a red flag, but it's a flag) -"I started seeing Landra every time I could." (cool) -"All I knew was that [Landra] was making my life much more endurable." (also cool) -"I did not tell Jean about Landra." (the last sentence of the chapter. it gave me pause and almost instantly reshaped the way i viewed that whole chapter)

the next chapter, "r&r with jean", crosby recalls how much the war took a toll on both him and his relationships. for a time, jean wrote more letters to croby than the other way around ("I began to skip writing to her."). i assume crosby must've been radiating Exceptionally negative energy bc he gets told this: "Croz, we can't stand to have you around. We want you back, but we want you to go home for a while." (i found the phrasing here really funny tbh. your vibes Suck! just Get Out of here!!)

so, crosby contemplates seeing jean again, wondering how both of them may have changed. he also brings up landra, for Some Reason: "What would I think of her? Protected in the States as she was, how would she compare to Landra? Now that I had grown so much, had such experiences, how would Jean and I fit together?"

the rest of the chapter Is about meeting and catching up with jean, however, and you can tell that he loves her a Ton. it's very sweetly written (he also basically ends the chapter saying "btw, we conceived our first child ;) ")

the final chapter about landra is "london junket" which begins with "When I returned from the United States and my idyll with Jean, I knew I had to do something about Landra." i think that sentence alone is pretty damning. if landra was just a friend, why would you be anxious about calling a friendship off? is it a guilt thing?

the context here is that crosby feels Far less lonely and depressed. he's met up with jean, life in london is finally "a delight". i found that important bc it gives me the impression that crosby desperately wanted companionship (possibly of two kinds), and he found that in landra– a friend and a maybe a [REDACTED]. now that he's having a great time with his friends in the 100th And he's met up with his wife, that itch's been scratched (that's just my opinion tho). bc of that, he decides to say goodbye to landra. they have this exchange:

"When a month passed after you were to return, and you did not phone me," she said, "I suspected that it was over. You found things good with Jean?" I told her about R&R in the U.S. I told her more about Jean. I told her about Stephen Patrick, Jeffrey Allen, or Evalyn. "When I realized you were gone," she said, "I no longer said no to a nice American at my office. I have been with him several times. I like him." (interesting) "I’m glad." (also interesting) "He is not married, He is not so dashing as you, but we have good times together." Me "dashing"? That was not my self-image. So much for Landra."

all put together (and with over 2 years to think about it), i Really kinda saw That Scene coming. but, like i said, i had that bias. and since i'd had a good amount of time to think about them, i came out the other end still excited to see them on screen. i found (and still find) landra a fascinating woman who must've had an exciting life (crosby's okay too ig lol). i also see them as a couple of imperfect, even selfish, 20somethings (speaking as an imperfect and selfish 20something). not to be corny, but "it takes 2 to tango". landra is Very intelligent, and crosby recounts how that aspect of hers left him in awe. she'd've 100% known the guy was married. and if signs point to her having had sex with the man, then she either made peace with it or simply didn't care (a lot of women are like that). plus, they're real people and real people contain multitudes idk. maybe some wife somewhere across the atlantic is hard to care about if you've never met her and never will. maybe it's hard to consider your wife's feelings in the midst of your own misery. a female character doesn't have to be wholesome and pure to be considered well-written. that certainly doesn't apply to most male characters. like you said, no one is perfect!

maybe, crosby left it vague out of respect to his wife. maybe it's vague bc nothing happened anyway (funny way to write it tho). maybe the wingate family wanted to avoid association with MotA bc it Literally didn't happen. or maybe they know it happened, but want to keep her name clean out of respect (who wants one brief relationship that happened 80 yrs ago to define you/your loved one decades later? that's 100% understandable). whichever the case, even crosby's kids are in a 50/50 split. i still lean towards "it happened", but it doesn't make me dislike either of them. they're flawed and i can respect that more than the show portraying either as picture perfect.

NONE of this is to say that i'm cool with cheating (or giving a "world war cheating pass", so to speak). while i find it realistic, it still wouldn't have been fair to jean, whether she knew about it or not (being a woman in the 1940s wasn't easy by any stretch). this Also isn't to dismiss anyone else's opinion on the matter, bc cheating on your partner is still a shitty thing to do. this whole spiel of mine is bc i like to share my opinions and i'm allergic to being concise. i write like i talk and on all levels except physical, anon, i'm giving you a long-winded rant over coffee and croissants lol

thanks for the ask!

#you can see why this needed a 'keep reading' lol i have Thoughts on the matter #masters of the air #hbo war #asks #book #harry crosby #landra wingate #sandra westgate #it either happened or it didn't. it is what it is! #if i'm annoyed at anything it's at the thought that sandra's character has been diminished or ruined in any capacity #she's a captain and a possible spy during ww2! she's Easily one of the best characters on an hbo war show Periodt! #(i would've said 'one of the best female characters' but lmao that isn't saying much there's like less than 10 of note) #also- croz is an awkward navigator who vomits on the job. he's Good at his job but he's kind of loser-adjacent #in conclusion- i'm not broken up about it

[violetsandclovers]

Saturn and Marley

Saturn lay on his stomach on his queen sized bed, facing the pillows and his tiny boyfriend. Marley stood there, quietly looking into the giant man’s eyes. He searched the giant blues, a sense of wonder in those tiny pupils. Saturn was huge. Or was Marley just too small? It was an interesting thought. For Marley’s entire life, he was kept from the giant species, his mother in particular had a problem with giants and didn’t think her human son should have relationships with giants. Whatever would she say if she knew what he was doing? When he was applying for college, he somehow got into the most prestigious school in the country. He was 19 years old, extremely excited, and so ready to go out into the world! The only issue: the school was multi species. That meant that he would have to study around giants as well as humans. Which meant that his mother would definitely not approve of his school choice. Alas, after a lot of begging and pleading, he was sent off on his own to find his way through the world once his mom realized that he would go regardless of what she felt. This school was an opportunity of a life time, and what harm could being around giants cause? He told her he would be good and stick to other humans in his program. That was until he met Saturn. Tall, buff, and extremely handsome, he was a breath of fresh air that made him feel so rebellious. So what if his mom would never approve of such a friendship? Let alone… a relationship… I mean, come on. He was a guy, and he was a giant, and his mother didn’t approve of either of those scenarios. It’s not like he felt that she would abandon him or anything, but she had made it clear that he was to marry a human woman and give her all the grandchildren one day to carry on the family line, to make her and the rest of the family proud. While Marley was thinking these thoughts, Saturn gave him a soft smirk.

“Are you feeling ok? I know your nervous, is there anything I can do to make you feel more at ease darling?” Saturn asked, tilting his massive head in question. Marvin was feeling conflicted to say the least. Him and Saturn were dating, yes, but it was the first time that he felt somewhat uncomfortable and worried about how things were. The first meeting, the handholding, the smiles they shared… nothing was as intense as this, sitting alone on a bed while talking late into the night. It felt so good to let out his feelings for Saturn and it was like nothing he had ever felt before. At the exact same time, he had never been alone and intimate with a giant. It wasn’t his first time seeing a giant when he left his city, no, but he had never even thought about becoming close with a giant. Why would he? He had human friends, human only cities, he did not expect to fall so hard for a giant man. His heart wanted Saturn with such longing. Marvin cleared his throat, feeling awkward and like he was giving off the wrong vibe.

“I’m sorry if I seem that way. I don’t think it’s you, it’s just that, I had never been around giants before you. And it’s like a whole new experience, trying to be ok with feeling so vulnerable, not that it’s a bad thing… oh gosh, I’m rambling! What I mean to say Saturn…” Marvin fumbled with his words. Saturn was always so patient with him. In the 4 months they had known each other, he had felt more seen and heard than any other time in his life. Saturn was so full of wild energy that made him feel so alive.

Saturn thought for a moment, before speaking.

“I can understand where you’re coming from. When I was growing up, I had few experiences with humans. This is something I’m learning too.”

On the walk to Saturn’s dorm room, He was ok with being carried and having dinner with the giant. After they had eaten, Saturn asked Marley if they could cuddle, which was a first for the both of them. He had nervously said yes, which led them to their current situation on Saturn’s bed. He wasn’t going to mess this up for either of them! Marley wanted this. Even if his body was scared of feeling so small, his mind knew that there was nothing to fear around Saturn. He wasn’t stupid, giants were extremely powerful beings and Saturn could kill him in an instant, yet he knew that he could trust the humongous man that had shown him such care. When he talked to Saturn, the large eyes never left his own, and he never ever touched him without his permission. He was so grateful that they had taken things slow, because it was kinda scary being small. After a moment or two, Saturn asked,

“Can I… touch you? I promise to be gentle, I would never hurt you Marley. I promise.”

Saturn spoke with such sincereness. From the heart. It dripped with honesty, a voice like honey, so sweet and deep. He nodded. It felt right to say yes to Saturn. After a short consideration, Saturn lifted his left hand and ever so slowly reached out to Marley, staring into his eyes to make sure he was ok with this. Marley stared at his massive hand coming towards him. This part was normal and he was used to being carried by Saturn by now. It was when his hand wrapped around his shoulders, around his face, when he suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotion. All his life, his mother had been so wrong. Giants were amazing. Saturn was amazing. The long heavy fingers gave him a slight squeeze, pressing against his body with a warm pressure. The skin was so comfortable against his, never hurting, only making him feel safe. Against his will, a tear dropped down Marley’s face. He grabbed onto Saturn’s finger and leaned into it. He thought that Saturn would question why he was crying, but he simply brushed the tear away with his thumb, making Marley feel incredibly understood.

“My adorable little Marley. I will protect you.” He said, leaning down and placing a kiss on Marley’s cheek. His face blushed bright red and Saturn chuckled at his tiny boyfriend. Marley may have been physically tiny compared to Saturn, but he was the first person to show him such love and respect.

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think, I’m nervous to post my art and writing, but love g/t and I want to share 😊

#giant/tiny #giant tiny #gt #giant tiny community #gentle giant #art #myart #comfort #fluff #tiny #size difference #fear play #soft #oc Marley #oc Saturn

[from-izzy]

things/aesthetic you associate with your moots please!

anon! this is such a fun ask! thank you so much for this one!! 😍

i'm doing the ones i've talked to enough (dm and/or on gcs) for me to (somewhat) answer this ask (sorry if i missed you or gave you something that doesn't suit you 😭) also limiting to fifteen (15) things or else we'll probably be here all day oop---

my obsession with alphabetical order strikes once again!!

honestly this became more of an appreciation post but 🥺

@astrae4

my child, cute round glasses, colourful heart shaped balloons and parties, 'i just go with the flow', energiser, miffy, light blue jeans, photobooths, wanderlust, 'paris! it's no longer just europe now', ice skating, falling gracefully despite being sick and swamped into 'sewer water' 😭, bakeries, caffeine in the form of daily matcha, doesn't like me as much as i thought she did

@cloverdaisies

black and white (with a splash of red), dynamic hair colour changes, black sleeveless satin dress, but also oversized monochromic shirts, a glass of wine one on hand, blurred pictures, mirror selfies with flash on, eyeliner wings, but also fruity and lovely, same age but so mature, 'guys it's due today and i haven't started', 'i knew you would come back with time' (🥺), juvenile, no emojis at all, sarcasm (not) detected most of the time (i'm gullible ok 😭)

@cupidjyu

my hyunjae bestie!!, bows and croquette, pink and white, picnic with flowers, toro inoue, spring breeze, texting and chatting during school times, 'i'm bored' (talking about class), thirteen-hour time zone difference (and my body clock makes it worse), 'sunwoo is cute!', but also 'hyunjae!', but also sleep >>> anything (including hyunjae 🙄), sexy brain (please gimme those braincells), going around in circles, 'why do you do this to yourself? sleep!'

@heemingyu

honey bee, distorted purple and white aesthetic, gilmore girls, late deep night talks, love and patience, three-leaf clover (shamrocks), the grinch filter, being a huge menace to society but still lovable so it's hard to really tell her off, in reality i love her more than she loves me, but i still give her silent treatment anyways, 'naur', economics and crying, missing the bus and then blaming it on me, black cat, izz instead of izzy 🥺

@justalildumpling

chaotic sibling energy, my no.1 bitch, casual night time walks, fearless, freedom, making videos during said walks, lovesick puppy, ohmyface by silichmasha on instagram, side eyes, selfies with a slightly tilted head, sometimes cutely gaped open mouth other times closed (either way it makes me wanna squish her cheeks most of the time), 'izzy i have tea! well...not really tea! actually no it's tea!', talking late into the night (well...the morning), sunlight and blue sky seeping into her blinds, 'come get unready with me!'

@littleroaes

pastel purple, pastel pink, pastel blue, basically fairy floss, innocence and beauty, supportive and real, very shy, long white dresses, flowers all around her dancing in the wind, but is also very funny, drawing reactions, sometimes talking in all caps, sometimes talking with lower caps, all the time very cute, sitting down at the beach and watching sunsets

@mosviqu

pink and white, scarfs and gloves, long-sleeved shirts paired with short skirts, long drives with dynamic playlists changes, and would ask her friends to go and make sure they have a great time, jamming out to a playlist at 3am (but she has a healthy sleep schedule so), that one friend who knows what to do, not afraid to express herself 99% of the time, the other 1% is just the world being mean, will always be a white cat, 'izzy i'm so proud of you', words of comfort, head pats!!, artistically talented, eric sohn's soulmate

@winterchimez

soulmates (but lives in the wrong country), ireland, loving mother vibes, but also tired mother vibes, sunrise vibes but specifically orange and yellow, hard worker, faith in god, quiet art museums but also bustling concert halls, turning bitterness in life into a lesson that can never be replaced and is always thankful for the opportunity even though the period of that life was hard, mental and physical resilience through crazy back to back schedules, videocalling on the bus/train on the way home, 'so/saur', my favourite purple jacket, music and piano are forever ally's vibe tbh, 'if i missed your call, i will always call you back'

@zzoguri

crying when seeing a friend, headphones all day every day, classy look, black top with light blue jeans, vintage camera film filter, journalism (it really does suit you), 'YEAH YEAH I GET YOU!', crying about uni (same tho 😭), gaming for hours, specifically valorant, my infj bestie, acoustic guitar vibes (ykwim?), 'you're so valid though', a distinct unique accent, jacob bae's partner

#💖 izzy answers your asks! #📣 izzy's tag games! #gill ⛸️🥇 #clo 🎧🤍 #yumi 🎀🧸 #sana ☘️🐝 #j 🦝🍚 #dora 💌💜 #bar 🫂💕 #ally my soulmate ❄️🎶 #moni 🫶🍊

[strangesickness]

mike hanlon pokemon AU posting

brief setup for this particular version of the pokemon AU: the losers are all about 24 here, they aren't very far with their careers (if they have those), and they'd wanted to go on a pokemon journey as kids but hadn't been able to for whatever reason (sonia said no, a lot of them couldn't afford it, and the rest didn't want to go if it wasn't all of them going). this is set in unova, which for non pokemon fans is just. pokemon: america edition, but derry is now a pokemon location.

also the reason the losers are able to afford the pokemon journey is because they pool their money & also richie, eddie, bill, and bev are making winnings as trainers.

before they start back on their journey he had been working at the derry public library while applying for every possible pokemon research position he could find. most of the positions were unpaid internships outside of derry which he couldn't do if he gave up his library job (he'd been living in the library) he'd have to move back home and the commute wouldn't work

he wants to study Weird Little Dudes TM (mostly psychic, ghost, and dark types, but not just them) to better understand the more unknown effects pokemon can have (stuff more complicated than "pikachu thunderbolt"), as well as legendary myths

he is also convinced derry is cursed by a very powerful pokemon (he is correct. mike is always correct to me. even when he isn't. so just keep that in mind)

mike has two partner pokemon before he goes on the journey: a mareep that was his childhood pokemon and a herdier william sent with him when he left home

the mareep sheds like crazy and mike has all this fleece he swears hes going to do something with but it just ends up sitting in storage

he made like one hat over a few weeks while watching TV but very quickly decided it wasn't really for him lol

when they actually go on their journey, mike ends up giving bev most of it and she makes them all winter clothing for camping

mike keeps bringing the losers to haunted and cursed and otherwise spooky locations for his research

the losers are all cowering behind him and he's like "whats wrong guys its just a dead person come back to life in the form of a pokemon" "whats wrong guys it won't hurt you, it'll just make you hallucinate" "whats wrong guys its just the location where 100s of ships have gone missing without a trace"

i think he gets so into his pokemon research he stops feeling fear. like his mortal form will not stop him he will observe this pokemon in its natural habitat. and the pokemon are all either impressed by or terrified of the intense vibes he has when he's researching so they don't hurt him and he continues to feel completely invincible lol (can you tell 2019 mike is one of my favs ever... when he poisoned bill and he's like common bill common i know i poisoned you but like it was for a good reason i swear... his energy is unmatched) (let mike be a little unhinged and offputting... he's allowed)

they encounter a gothitelle and it just stares at all of them and stan's like "what's it... doing...?" and mike's like "oh it's reading our lifespans, don't worry about it"

mike was the one to realize absol didn't actually bring misfortune but were in fact warning for it and it was the first academic piece he had published

he just like. straight up meets a lot of legendary pokemon (basically gods) in his time. he'll leave the group for a few days and he'll come back subtly different and the losers are like. so how was your week? and he's like. i have gained supernatural powers beyond mortal comprehension. i also got lunch.

#more later i love him #mike hanlon #it novel #it stephen king #it 2019 #it 2017 #posts afflicted with a strange sickness

[shaunamilfman]

More Random HC’s cause I’m waiting to go into work :)

Nat:

- Unironically LOVES shirts that are/have the same energy as “women love me, fish fear me”/“Big dick is back in town” etc. she wears them more often than you’d like

- She lives off of Mountain Dew, Red Bull and hot Cheetos, that’s all she packs for lunch everyday and you have to drop off water and a snack for her at practice so she doesn’t pass out since she barely takes care of herself

Misty:

- was one of those girls that had a thing for the Onceler from the Lorax

- She was def apart of the 2012 tumblr culture, (superwholock or whatever it was) one of those girls that would get a tattoo off of one of the YA books they read, hunger games, Harry Potter, stuff like that

Jackie:

- Either really knows how to play American football and is super invested in the NFL, or does not know anything at all “What is a down?”

- Is SO CLINGY (Derogatory) sure you thought it was cute at first until she gets up at 5 am for her morning practice and wakes you up too so you can “brush your teeth together”. It gets even worse when she’s sick, shes the hugest baby when she’s sick and you know if she gets sick you’re bound to get sick a week later because she’s plastered to your side

Van:

- Legit loves anything you get her, even if it’s kind of a joke. Stupid $2 tourist T shirt? You got it for her so she loves it, childish Spider-Man socks, thinks they’re cool as fuck. Just overall very appreciative and excited to recieve anything from you

Lottie:

- I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; She’s absolutely good at all the fine arts; she can draw well, she definitely can play the piano and violin, bc her rich parents paid for her to have lessons, etc

- She definitely also did some nerdy shit like take taekwondo until she was 14. Idk why I can just imagine this girl in like that white martial arts gi, doing like punching exercises.

Shauna:

- I don’t know if this makes sense but the kind of gf that when you guys go out to eat, you’ll both be quiet/not talk so you can eavesdrop onto people’s conversations and talk about it in the car on the way home

ugh no nat is such a loser she so would. she shows up at your house wearing this

asking her when the last time she drank water was and she's really got to think about it. she gets so shy if you like cook her something though omg

Misty would have crushes on the weirdest fucking cartoon characters and shit I swear. she pulls you a picture of megamind and you're like "... okay"

superwholockian misty i know that's right. misty has like collectors editions of the Sherlock books. she has like an original printing displayed in her living room fr

Misty def had one of those shirts like "heading off to the shire to become a jedi because my hogwarts letter never came."

i take that and I raise you Jackie being super super invested in the NFL but still does not know how football works. she's into the vibes she's just competitive as fuck. you look over and she's googling what a halfback does.

also Jackie totally follows a soccer team obsessively. she has like 5 jerseys and so so much merch. she even buys you some so she can make you wear it. she's so excited whenever there's a game on. she's def screaming at the ref for making a bad call

jackie's dramatic ass makes you sit in the bathroom with her as she showers. your just sitting on the sink with your head against the mirror barely able to keep your eyes open and she's excitedly rambling on like she's on fucking crack.

also i feel like jackie is such a morning person. you're half an energy drink in and barely awake and she's bouncing off the walls at 6 AM

she definitely gets you sick whenever she gets sick for sure. she's expecting princess treatment squared when she's sick. omg you thought she was needy normally?? your ass is not ready.

Van is so fucking sentimental bro she has a whole box dedicated to little things you gave her, even if it was just something you randomly handed to her lmao

artist lottie has such a hold on me tbh I love it.

martial arts lottie def got a participation trophy and a pat on the back i can not see her being good at it lmao

oh no fr shauna is such a hater she loves doing hater activities with you. jackie's talking about jeff or something and yall are like 😒🙄. she always looks straight for you when stupid shit happens.

#soffsh #shauna thoughts 💙 #jackie thoughts 🩷 #misty thoughts 💛 #nat thoughts 🖤 #lottie thoughts 💜 #van thoughts 🧡

[jaxteller87]

my little empath 5

Teenager years 

I had prepared the stones for Jax before his run just to give him a little extra protection and, if I’m being honest, a little extra peace of mind for myself. It’s something I’ve been exploring more and more lately—working with crystals and their energies. I’ve found that certain crystals can have a really calming or protective effect, like black tourmaline for instance, is said to absorb negative energy and promote a sense of security. I’ve been learning about these properties and experimenting with different crystals to see how they make me feel. It’s fascinating to discover how these natural elements can influence our well-being, so when I thought about Jax going out for a run, I wanted him to have a little extra support and positivity with him.

“Here you go, Teller,” I said later that day, slipping the crystals into each of the pockets of his jeans.

“Oh, hey, thanks,” he said with a confused stare. “So, uh, rocks?” 

“Yep,” I laughed.

“Right,” he said in a long, drawn-out way. “Rocks?”

“Yeah, you know— because you ‘rocks’ my world,” I joked.

Jax threw his head back and laughed, “Alright, now that makes sense.”

“I thought you’d like that. But that’s only one of the reasons I’m giving these to you. Technically, they’re crystals. These ones, in particular, are black tourmaline.”

“Oh,” Jax pulled them out of his pocket and inspected them. “Kind of sounds like a badass name for a horse— or maybe something Tig contracted south of the border.”

“Ew. Let’s just go with the horse name,” I shuttered at the thought of Tig’s STD bucket list.

“Yeah, good idea. So, what does this black tourmaline do exactly?”

“Well, it’s like having a shield against negative vibes. This crystal absorbs that stuff and keeps you feeling grounded and protected. It’s like carrying a piece of nature’s armor with you wherever you go.” The more I told him, the more I felt compelled to share what I was learning about myself. 

We chatted for a while, but the time of his departure was on us before I even began to scratch the surface. I kissed him before he left, and I missed him before I heard the sound of his Harley disappear in the distance. After a few hours, he called me to let me know he arrived safely.

“Does it smell like something’s burning?” I asked with a chuckle as my mom poked her head into my bedroom the next day.

“No, actually, what you’re burning smells good,” she admitted.

A few months back, when I first started experimenting with incense, the aroma caught my mom off guard. She stormed in, thinking there was a fire ablaze somewhere in our home! It took her a moment to realize it was just the incense I had burning in my room. After that incident, I made it a rule to always give a heads-up before lighting anything new. I definitely don’t want my parents rushing in, worried the house is about to go up in flames every time I try out a new scent or ritual.

As I spent time cleansing my crystals today, purging them of any negative energy, I could really feel the power of this black obsidian working its magic. It’s like a spiritual vacuum cleaner, sucking up all the negativity and leaving me feeling refreshed. And that tiger’s eye I picked up during my last visit to the metaphysical shop? It’s been incredible for manifestation. I swear, since I started working with it, I’ve been seeing my intentions take shape more clearly. It’s like having a little cosmic ally nudging things in the right direction.

A few days later, Jax was back in town. I was happy to see him, but he had a somewhat sad look on his face.

“Darlin’, I hope you kept your receipt for those stones you gave me.”

I already knew what he was going to say, but I let him say it anyway. “Why’s that?”

“Well, they uh— they broke. Like some cheap glass trinket. Maybe you got ripped off, and someone sold you some junk.”

I tried to hide my smile because the crystals had done their job. “Or maybe they did exactly what they were designed to,” I said under my breath, planting a big kiss on his lips.

Jax POV

I was at the metaphysical shop in town, feeling pretty bad that the rocks Amber gave me had broken. This led me to the grand idea of replacing them with new ones. As I browsed, the shop owner emerged from the back with a warm smile. This play was a little too ‘hippy-ish’ for me, but if Amber was into it, I was willing to give it an honest go.

“Finding everything okay?” she asked cheerfully as I picked up a black tourmaline.

“I think so,” I replied. I went on to explain my situation, and when the shop owner learned the crystals were for Amber, she kindly added a few extra ones. “Hey, thanks. You ‘rock!’” I said with a forced chuckle.

“My pleasure,” she smiled back. Either she didn’t get the joke, or it was dumber than it sounded to me— which was already pretty dumb.

Back at Amber’s parents’ house, we sat on the back patio. “Oh, Teller, thank you!” Amber exclaimed gratefully. “You really didn’t have to do this!”

“Of course I did. The shop owner also recommended this,” I said, sliding a tarot deck towards her. The look on Amber’s face was priceless.

She thanked me, all smiles and gratitude, but I could tell there was something else simmering beneath the surface. Amber had a knack for keeping her true intentions under wraps, playing her cards close to the vest. I decided to let it ride for now—after all, patience was key with her.

It would be some time before I cracked the code of what Amber was truly planning. Until then, I’d just have to wait and see what scheme she was brewing up behind that mischievously enchanting grin of hers.

#jax teller x oc #jax teller x disabled reader #jax teller fanfiction #jax teller fluff

[ember-not-amber]

My thoughts on S2 Ep 7

• I was not expecting Laurel to be so mad at Belly once she got to the Cousins house, if anything I thought she would be worried sick about her after hearing her voice mail that she was crying in but I haven’t really been paying attention to how Laurel was acting around Belly at home so I guess I would have expected her to be mad if I paid more attention.

• Belly saying “I know you hate me for it, okay? But you will never hate me as much as I hate myself.” Made me cringe bc it reminds me of that one scene from Euphoria that became a meme and it also just screams stereotypical teenager and main character energy

• Laurel slapping Belly was shocking and honestly kinda traumatizing! I felt traumatized for Belly :(

• ‼️THERE IS NOTHING LEFT BETWEEN BELLY AND CONRAD‼️ I’m so glad Belly said it herself

• Laurel saying “I’m just glad your mom isn’t here to see what you guys did to her house” really rubbed me the wrong way bc that’s like saying she’s glad that Susannah is dead which I know is not what she means but still

• I understand how Aunt Julia’s relationship with her family effects how she feels about the beach house but I still don’t think that she should have sold it bc Conrad and Jeremiah need it to feel like their mom is still there and to help them grieve. I’m glad she decided to pullout of the sale, though :)

• Jeremiah picking Belly up and swinging her around was so cute🥺💓

• Conrad: “I hate the thought of you looking back on the night that we spent here together and regretting what we did.”

Me: “I DO!!”

Belly: “Of course it hurts to think about that night. But I don’t regret it, I don’t regret any of the times we were together.”

Me: “I DOOO!!!!”

• BELLY USED THE PAST TENSE SHE USED THE PAST TENSE WHEN TALKING ABOUT HOW SHE LOVED CONRAD!!!!!

• “I don’t want to hurt you again either. I mean I don’t know if it’s something we can control, but, um…we can try. Friends?” FRIENDSSS JUST FRIENDSSSS THEY ARE THE ONES WHO ARE BETTER OFF AS FRIENDS, NOT JEREMIAH AND BELLY🗣

• God, I hate Adam Fisher. At least he agreed to sell their Boston house so they could afford to keep the beach house🙄

• “This will be the last thing I do for Conrad Fisher: get him to Stanford. Once he’s there, maybe we can finally let each other go.” I don’t know how Bonrad shippers can ignore Belly’s inner thoughts and convince themselves that she will end up with Conrad in season 3 when it’s clear that she no longer has feelings for him and Jenny Han has said that she might change the ending so I’m 90% sure that Jelly is endgame

• The way Jere and Belly interacted before and after taking a nap was sooo cuutteee!! And omg him wrapping his arms around her from behind while they walked to the kitchen was so 💓💓💓

• “So it’s a reward system. What else do I get?” Ew, hearing that from Conrad gave me the ick🤢 it was like those guys that say “Where my hug at?”

• I’m watching this episode for the second time and I just noticed that Steven was watching Belly and Conrad as she gave him the practice test that she made and I remember how Steven tells Conrad that he thought there was “a vibe” between them but there really wasn’t, I think Belly was a little flustered bc she wasn’t expecting Conrad to be standing right behind her when she turned around to give him the practice test. There was no “vibe”

• It’s so obvious that Belly was going to tell Conrad that she’s been having feelings for Jeremiah. If you pay attention to the hints that were dropped earlier in the episode like her using “love” in the past tense and saying there’s nothing between her and Conrad and then telling Conrad that they could start again as friends and then there’s all these cute scenes between her and Jeremiah it’s obvious that she was going to say “I’ve been having feelings for Jeremiah” before she saw that Conrad fell asleep.

• Steven says that a couple of days ago he would have told Conrad to stay away from Belly and he would have threatened physical violence against him “but people change”??? After watching episode 8 and then watching this episode again it’s obvious that Conrad isn’t going to change. Steven should be noticing how Belly looks at Jeremiah and how happy she looks when he’s around her, not hoping that the guy who broke his sister’s heart can get back with her again.

Again, I am going to pitch the possibility of Steven x Conrad, Stonrad or Conven, if you will.

• Steven to Belly: “trust your gut, is all I’m saying, in every regard” oh Steven you are not gonna see the result that you think you’re gonna see

• There was tension between Belly and Jere the whole time that they visited Finch and I’m SO happy that they finally kissed at the end! Jere really couldn’t stop kissing her!💞 I just wish Conrad hadn’t interrupted them so they could continue.

Belly does not love Conrad anymore, she has feelings for Jeremiah now!

#tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp s2 #tsitp season 2 #tsitp show #team jelly #team jeremiah #anti bonrad #jeremiah x belly #belly x jeremiah #original post

[outpost51]

Hey there, Korbz! 📚 and 🐙 from this ask game, pls? Sending good 🌌 vibes 🌌 and good luck to ya! 🍀🍀🍀 ~~ - 💫 (@enchanted-lightning-aes)

Snippet Asks

ty enchant my love, vibes to you as well

📚 share a snippet where the character is being academic/is in an academic setting/is showing off their knowledge

listen i have so many feelings about eugene damien, i poke fun at him a lot but he's my special baby boy

Damien gave her a look like she’d just admitted she was from another planet and had, in fact, come to earth to steal all the women and cows. His left eye twitched. “N-no, Miss Wheeler, that’s. That’s not the kind of—” He paused to eat a few more fries for energy, then recited: “While the price of a single, one-time loan of energy might be something as trivial as a given amount of hours in servitude to a demon, or something less-so and steeped in trickery if one were dealing with Fae, or perhaps an amount of time or money given to more philanthropic causes with an angel, a long-term agreement could mean the forfeiture of one’s own soul.”

When he was met with even more confused stares, he continued, “A soul owned by another cannot be retrieved for reanimation, nor can it be reincarnated, unless the owner of that soul releases the contract or dies of natural causes. Should the owner of the soul be killed, the contract transfers to the being that killed the previous owner. Across the Veil, souls become tangible things; should one find oneself in such a predicament, one’s soul can think and feel pain just as their physical body once could, and as that soul is bound to the owner’s will, it is subject to anything the owner desires to do to it or for it to do.”

The table was silent until Moira, as usual, broke it with all the tact of a brick thrown through a window. “Did you just recite the fucking Conduit terms of service from memory?”

Damien sniffed, leveling her with an unamused glare.

“So… it’s a battery,” Dillon hazarded.

“… Yes,” Damien reluctantly agreed, dragging the word out. “It’s a battery that thinks and feels and sometimes has very dangerous ulterior motives.”

“And I need one to… wake my abilities back up?”

“More or less. It’s not just a simple repetition of the first ritual, you’ll have to channel more energy, it’s why we rarely bring someone back with the intention of keeping them alive indefinitely. It’s a lot of upkeep for even a firm of our size, and the fact you’re taking it on yourself is… admirable.” His face softened briefly, like he saw a reflection in her of someone he’d loved and lost. “Here, I have a few tomes for you,” he said, pushing a few books from the stack he’d put on the table and ignoring Moira as she dramatically mouthed tomes at Dillon. “There’s also a map of ley lines here — energy is more concentrated in those areas, so you might find it easier to channel power from these until you get stronger and can channel it on your own — and one of my notebooks detailing various alliances my colleagues and I have made over the years so you can get a feel for the cost.”

He held onto the stack as Dillon grabbed for it, adding, “Read it all carefully. I mean it. This isn’t just like calling a cousin to help you out of a bind, this can get you seriously hurt, and if something takes your soul, Mother help you, because I can’t bring you back.” He held her eyes in his gaze for a while, and that’s when she noticed his eyes were ringed with black. Stained. She wondered if the magic tainted him on such a deep level, everyone else around him could see and feel it, and if the same would happen to her.

When she nodded, he let go, gathered the rest of his things, and stood. “Good luck, Miss Monroe. Give my regards to your sister.” A sad smile flickered across his face. “She was always kind to me in school.”

🐙 share a snippet where the character is being a brat/smartass

“I’m not protecting anyone,” I spat. Human cockholster, piece of shit. “I would happily gift-wrap his ass and hand-deliver him with a big blue bow if I had any idea where the actual fuck he ran off to.” I had to pause to spit blood at my feet. Pity none of it splashed on his shoes. “But I don’t, like I said the last hundred times you asked, so it wooks wike widdle Bwue gets no pwezzie-wezzie. Boo.” I deserved the backhand that threatened to snap my head right off my shoulders, but I also deserved to see the gutbustingly hilarious look of pure offense twitch his face all akimbo, so it evened out. Human cockholster.

Pro tip: don’t sass the guys that are twice your size or more and armed to the teeth. They have the high ground.

Blue’s honey soured quickly. “Maybe I’ll gift-wrap one of your widdle fingers and send it to Fausie Wausie’s last known widdle hideout.”

“Give ‘im this one.” I weakly flipped the bird with my left arm; the other, as mentioned before, had been royally fucked up in a previous conversation, and clearly I hadn’t learned.

#no atria never learns not to sass the bad guys with the advantage #i love her so so so fucking much but also were she not the main character she'd have died ten times over #my fic #sneeps.txt #between a rock and a hard place #the arsonist chronicles #unlikely adventures

[thedanishsim]

April 6, 9 pm.

The last hours of her birthday were coming to an end. The day had been nothing like she had expected, but still a day to remember with lots of love, time spent with family and friends, and memories to look back on. Mia’s parents had come by, as planned, during the afternoon, and seeing Logan actually keeping his promise, that he made ten years ago, had brought a small tear to her mom’s eyes. With Logan’s surprise-visit, plans had changed from going out for dinner to having a small barbecue-feast in the backyard of Mia’s house. Logan and Mia’s dad had been cooking and all had been happy and laughing around the table - although Logan and Ali hadn’t spoken a single word to each other all day.

Mia’s parents had just said their goodbyes, and with Ellie in a deep sleep from all the things happening through the day, Mia could finally sit down and reflect on the day. Ali was going home for the next few days - just to check up on some things - and Mia had offered Logan to stay for the next two days instead of finding a hotel in Bridgeport and then going back and forth tomorrow. He had told her that he would be going home to L.A. on Saturday morning, so it was only for a couple of nights. 

While Ali had been packing up her stuff and Logan cleaning the last few things in the kitchen, Mia had gone out to the patio and sat down on the patio couch. “Hey, you look tired, everything ok?” Ali closed the door behind her and took a seat next to Mia. “Yeah, I’m just.. tired, it’s been.. a day, you know?” Mia smiled slightly. “Are you sure you are ok with me going home? I can stay, you know?” Mia nodded, “it’s fine. I’m ok, I just need to go to bed I think”. Ali looked at Mia, “Did you talk to him? About.. why he is really here?”. Mia let out a sigh and snuggled her arms around her tucked up knees. “He just said that he wanted to be here for my birthday”. “And he didn’t say anything about the wedding?” “What do you mean? He is going home on Saturday morning, in time to attend the wedding” Mia looked at Ali with a raised eyebrow. “I’m  not saying anything, I just heard them arguing over the phone earlier”. “He is going home Saturday. OK?” Ali nodded, “I just.. I don’t want you to be too excited about him being here, because I know how sad it makes you to know that he is just going to leave again”. Mia looked at her friend, and then placed her hands in front of her face. “I know, and I know it is a bad idea to have him staying here… but… I.. it’s just…”, “I know. You don’t have to say it. I know”.

The two girls spent the next few minutes in silence next to each other. “You know I’m just a call away, right? Call me if there is anything, also if it is at 3 am, I’ll come back right away, OK?” Ali smiled and gave Mia a hug. “Thank you. I don’t know what I would do without you”, Mia smiled back. “Now, get those tears away from that pretty face and go to bed, missy. You need to get some of that energy back before the weekend, so go on, and I’ll see you on Saturday for your birthday party!” Ali laughed and went inside the house to get her things.

Mia looked around the garden. The sky was a mixture of tones in blue, violet and pink colors, making everything look like something from a fairytale. The sound of the fire from the fire pit had a calming vibe, and in the distance a lonely bird sang his last tunes for the night. Mia leaned against one of the beams, taking a deep breath to let everything in …

“Are you alright?” Logan’s voice came out of nowhere and almost made Mia jump on the spot. “Oh my… You startled me! I didn’t hear you come out!” “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you” Logan smiled and walked up next to her, “You didn’t answer my question though”. Mia looked at him, then back on the flames without saying anything. “I can leave if you want? I don’t mind finding a hotel if that’s better”, Logan looked at her. “No. You don’t have to leave. I want you to stay. I… it’s… I really liked seeing you with Ellie today. And my parents were really happy to see you too”, Mia smiled a little. “It was really nice to see them as well. They are looking like they are doing great by the way”, Logan said and smiled. “It’s freezing out here, aren’t you getting cold? No wait, you are already cold”, he said and placed his arm around her shoulders, “come on, let’s go back inside. I still have to give you your birthday gift”. Mia let out a small laugh, which made Logan smile and look directly at her face, “hey, why are you crying?” “I’m not, it’s nothing. Let’s go in…” “No, wait a second. What’s wrong?” Logan stood in front of her, not letting her pass him. “It’s nothing, can we just drop it?” Mia looked up at him, then down on her feet. She was getting cold. “Fine, but..”, “What?”. Logan smiled and wrapped his arms around her, “I’m sorry. I know I’m not making it easy for you, being here and..” Mia rested her head against his shoulder, “stop, please”. “I’m sorry, I just… really missed you”.

#thedanishsim #simblr #the sims 3 #ts3 #oc: mia #mia's diary #twinbrook #sims story #sims 3 screenshots #sims 3 blog #sims 3 simblr #ts3 simblr

[terrainofheartfelt]

Derena: The Early Years, A Playlist

Since I had a “derena sads” playlist, I thought it was only fair to make a “derena happies” one, so check it out for all the cutesy s1 romance vibes.

track list and annotations under the cut

Honeybody — Kishi Bashi with Nu Deco Ensemble We begin…with the CRUSHES On that day, we're together in a real way / Under pressure and safe it's so easy

Boyfriend — Walk the Moon Search my memory banks for what to do / I recall 80s movie scenes / Breakfast Club, Fast Times / And I still don't know what girls like

Daydreamer — Adele (I thought this was a perfect Serena pov beginning to notice & crush on Daniel song, and then I read the annotations that said Adele wrote this about a guy she had a crush on as a teenager who was bi and I thought “even more perfect.” Anyways…19 Supremacy!!!!!!) Daydreamer / With eyes that make you melt / He lends his coat for shelter / Plus he's there for you / When he shouldn't be / But he stays all the same / Waits for you / Then sees you through

Something — Beatles Something in the way she knows / And all I have to do is think of her / Something in the things she shows me

Dancing Queen — as performed by Frank Turner Frank turner cover bc Dan.  You are the dancing queen / Young and sweet, only seventeen

Jump Then Fall — tswift The “Serena Is a Smitten Kitten” song I like the way I can't keep my focus / I watch you talk, you didn't notice / I hear the words but all I can think is / We should be together

Diamonds on the Souls of Her Shoes — Paul Smith w/ Ladysmith Black Mambazo 1.05 Daredevil vibes She's a rich girl / She don't try to hide it / Diamonds on the soles of her shoes / He's a poor boy / Empty as a pocket / Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose

Perfect. — Bibi Bourelly w/ Earl St. Clair They really fit in a lot of will they/won’t they those first five eps huh. And it really came down to the thesis of this song.  You a little too perfect for me

I Saw Her Standing There — Beatles The next two: Masked Ball energy.  Well, she was just seventeen and you know what I mean / And the way she looked was way beyond compare

Only Wanna Dance With You — Kesha You got to me / You saw through me / You're in for it now

Rollercoaster — Bleachers Something something falling for the idea of a person and then that leads to falling for the reality of the person.  It was summer when I saw your face / Looked like a teenage runaway / Oh god, I never thought we'd take it that far / Some killer queen you are

Crazy for You — Adele They were both Down Bad ok Lately with this state I'm in, I can't help myself but spin / I wish you'd come over, send me spinning closer to you

Birthday Suit — Kesha That victor/victrola build up Well, baby, you get better and better / The more I get to know ya, get to know ya / It's impossible to get you outta my head / And I keep fighting and fighting the feeling / But I want ya, but I want ya, oh / I know I'm gonna love it, but we haven't even done it yet

the snack that smiles back — Shawn Wasabi ft. raychel jay It’s that uh…derena fic “Other Stuff” iykyk I'm gonna be the one you unwrap / Just take me out and break me in half

Closer — Tegan and Sara The energy of “I want you but this is different from how I’ve wanted anyone else before” and all that anxiety and excitement  All you think of lately is getting underneath me / All I dream of lately is how to get you underneath me

I’ve Got My Love to Keep Me Warm — as performed by Ingrid Michaelson Never forget that they had the magical after school special christmas eve first time I can't remember a worst December / Just watch those icicles fall / What do I care if icicles fall

Grilled Cheese — Peach Face You got me sleeping in my makeup / Ruining your pillow cases

Gave Me Something — Jess Glyne I spent my weeks running wild / And now my days, they have changed

Adore You — Miley Cyrus School Lies/Thin Line 1x12/1x13 vibes When you say you love me / Know I love you more / And when you say you need me / Know I need you more

I Believe — Jonas Brothers It’s the I Love You plot! 'Cause I'm here to stay through the good and the bad times / Baby, save me a space in your mind

Love song — Lana Del Rey I believe that you see me for who I am…Oh, be my once in a lifetime

And I Love Her — Passenger The Daniel Humphrey energy is SO strong with this one.  She's as new as the springtime / Strong as autumn blows / Warm as the summer / And soft as the snow / She's a thousand miles from here / But she's everywhere I go

Come Away With Me — Norah Jones Idk why, but I feel like this is one these dorks would classify as “their” song.  And I want to wake up with the rain / Falling on a tin roof / While I'm safe there in your arms

Oh My Love — The Score End credits happy love song vibes We'll shape this world like it was meant to be / Made of clay for only you and me / Awake with you is better than a dream

#gossip girl #derena #dan x serena #serena van der woodsen #dan humphrey #* #when they were it they were IT #playlist #source: senamarais #source: homeofthenutty

[residentdormouse]

Fanfic Asks

A, D, F, J, T

I'll leave the fic up to you - talk to me about your favourite!

💖 Thank You for the Asks! 💖

I reordered a bit for spoiler purposes - hope you don’t mind.

A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?

Something like a Spiral - Honestly, probably should have just went straight ‘Spiral’, but too late, no take backs, it stuck. Its a song - Spiral by Godsmack. Very thematic to the whole story. Randall Flagg’s fuckery and being stuck in these reiterations. It just… fit.

Just Keep Diving Down - ‘the rabbit hole’ would finish it off. Reference to Alice in Wonderland (Are we really surprised here? It's kind of my whole thing…) I mean hell, Glen has the line “Let’s see how far down the rabbit hole goes.” which I have plastered on my Tumblr header. To completely solidify the decision, I heard it in ‘White Rabbit’ by Central Egypt when I was debating titles as well. While the song doesn’t completely fit the whole vibe, it stuck.

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

Oh boy, and how. I’m crazy with my playlists. While there are story playlists, I much prefer my character playlists. Oh it’s a Glen chapter, let's vibe for a bit. Lloyd? Ok, switch it up. Etc. I have all of my playlists on Spotify, and linked in my ‘Jumping to Wonderland’ main post.

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I really liked how this turned out, because it was one of those times where I hit a block. I wanted Glen to be comforting, stop her from crying, and it wasn’t flowing right. Felt stale. So I talked with @impuretale , and she gave me sage advice: What if he made it worse? And that worked. Well, at least I hoped it did…

Laughter mingled amongst her crying. While his smile met his eyes in that familiar twinkle, it still pulled at her heart. “I don’t know that I can protect you.”

"Maybe you can't, Giggles…"

It hit her like a punch to the gut. Her stomach dropped while his smile remained. Twinkling eyes while her insides felt hollowed out. "Maybe this is what was always meant to be. And maybe there's some truth in what he told you."

Her breathing started to quicken in pace, and she attempted to hold it in her lungs if only to feel some sort of control. How could he say that? New tears stung her eyes, and the burn went all the way to her throat where she held back the air desperately wanting to escape in a breath.

"Maybe you shouldn't ‘waste your energy on dead men’, as he put it. You need it for him. To make this all mean something."

She couldn't hold it any longer, and the tears broke past once more. He pulled her back in another embrace, and she buried her face into his chest as the sobs racked her body. He held her solid, reassuring and comforting while still completely shattering her heart. There was no holding back now; these were harsh truths she might have to accept. Her breathing began to even out as he rubbed circles on her back. Once it was regulated, he pulled away; just enough to look her in the eyes.

"Mother Abagail said that we need to have faith. I'm not sure what's beyond here. God. An afterlife. Heaven. Hell. I don't have much faith in all that. But I have faith in you. If this is going to be successful, you'll need to be ready for him."

He put a hand on her cheek, and her shoulders slumped down, head leaning forward to rest against his. A brief moment passed before he urged her to look back at him. Her eyes still shimmered wet, but held anything further at bay.

“So what do you say, Giggles? Give this another shot?”

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

I mean, if it's well written, I’ll read just about anything. I don’t tend to seek out stuff like A/B/O, and honestly, not into a whole lot of overly explicit smut without a good solid plot to accompany. (I know I know - I write it, but I’m smut light, at best.) Plot heavy and hurt/comfort is my jam. But again, if it's written well, I usually don’t have any ‘no go’s. 

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].

Going with ‘Just Keep Diving Down’, and since this is major spoilers - putting below a cut.

The major character death aspect of this really fucking destroyed me. Since you’re here, you most likely don’t care about spoilers, so towards the end, Glen dies. Again. The thing I started writing these goddamn stories to fix. I struggled with this for months. In denial. Not happy. Very upset. (Hell, I still am. Can’t listen to ‘Run Away to Mars’ without crying anymore because it was the song playing when I was writing it all.)  I knew the goal was to bring him back, ghost form. Gives him the best of both worlds then, travel with Hayden to new worlds pain free, while still being able to see his prior wife. Win win. Still fucking hurt.

So alternate would have been Not. Fucking. Doing. That. It was the original plan. Hayden and Glen were going to be working for the organization still, taking things in a better direction. That was the goal, and one day, my Glen muse hit me with a ‘yeah, you won’t like this, but…’ Why couldn’t we just follow the plan guys? WHY CAN’T WE FOLLOW THE PLAN?!

(Fanfic Writer Ask Game)

#thank you for asking #mouse's tag games and reblogs

[redflagromance]

Superdim Sunday: Chapter 3

She woke up without any alarm and pulled on workout pants and a shirt. Ji-Min stuffed two dollars in her bra and used it to get a bottle of water on her way to the hotel's gym.

The gym turned out to be a long, narrow room with a few sad treadmills and basic weights. A quick glance showed that they topped out at 20lbs. Useless. She ignored the free weights in favor of a morning run. She didn't even like running. But she didn't hate it, and she had to work off the excess energy that her body produced.

When she was done she took a quick shower and tossed her clothes in the washing machines.

While that ran, Ji-Min got a shitty coffee from the hotel buffet and waited. She drank it while watching morning traffic out of her 5th floor window.

As the caffeine hit her brain, she pulled out her phone and started reading through Hammer's messages. He'd sent champagne bottles and congratulations to someone with a cowboy hat emoji instead of a screen name, and gotten no reply.

There was also a new message waiting from Sunspot. The preview said something about "the car". Ji-Min hovered over it before regretfully scrolling away. She couldn't open his new messages. He'd notice that.

The rest of his messages were unremarkable. He didn't seem to be awake yet. She pocketed her phone and walked back to get a second coffee, with a bagel this time. She regretted the bagel. It was bland. Still, it had calories, and she needed a lot of those to maintain her weight.

…The odds were good that she'd be using a lot of energy today, actually. She resentfully made a waffle and smothered it in chocolate sauce and chopped peanuts just barely before the buffet closed. She moved to sit as someone came to start clearing the food and then remembered she'd want a drink.

"Excuse me," said a hotel employee, when she got close.

Ji-Min tried to look inoffensive. "Just going to get some juice, if that's alright." She gave a thin smile.

"Oh, of course. Let me get out of your way." The woman stepped to the side and then watched with poorly hidden concern as she filled three glasses with orange juice and one with milk. Her left hand still had the plate. So she balanced her drinks on her palm and fingers and gave the hotel worker a nod.

She got back a thin-lipped smile and a look that said the woman was weighing up how rude it was to ask if someone had ever been in the circus.

'I would be good at that,' Ji-Min thought absently. She put everything on the table and kicked out her chair. 'It's always an option if crime or car insurance don't work out.'

It would be a waste of her degree and certifications, though. Ji-Min contemplated this as she methodically destroyed the waffle. Plus, having a publicized travel itinerary would make it easier to find connections between her travel and crime that fit her MO.

She checked the phone again. Hammer still wasn't up. She flipped over to the hater group chat and was disappointed to see that no one had updated on what Sir Tiger Explosion had done yesterday. Ugh. She scrolled an app for a while and found a dated meme that she saved and sent to two friends. She didn’t expect an answer, since most people were at work.

…She had to find something to do with her time. She couldn’t just look at her phone until Hammer said something like ‘it’s time for a cool crime! 🧊🥶❄️🌶️”

If nothing else, her battery would die.

'I'll go do the tourist thing.' Ji-Min went back to her room to pack a bag for the day. ‘I have hours and hours before he starts up. He’s going to crash hard after that breakout yesterday.’

Her mask and gloves went in the bag, as did a black jacket with an unflattering shapeless vibe. After some deliberation, she added the half mask that basically just covered her eyes as well. If she was in a real rush, she wouldn’t have time to properly secure the better one.

After some consideration, she decided to dress a little loudly today. She changed her white t-shirt for a hot red crop top and slipped on big red earrings in the shape of watermelon slices. She put a black headband on to keep her hair out of her eyes and left the rest loose. If she needed to go incognito, it would be easy to take off the colored accessories and cover up with the jacket. People would probably remember the red, not her jeans or build. There were a billion small women in the world and on any given day, probably half of them were wearing black pants.

That was her line of thinking, anyway. Ji-Min pocketed her keys and hotel card and jogged down the stairs to the parking lot. Her silver car blended into the parking lot so well that she missed it at a first glance.

That hadn’t been any kind of tactical decision. It was the same car that she’d owned since she’d finished her applied science degree in automotive repair. She’d got it cheap and fixed it herself while she was still working at a garage.

She sat for a while to pull up a navigation to a theme park and then snapped her phone into place on the dashboard. “41 minutes,” she said aloud. “Man. This is not a very walkable city.” Ji-Min eased her car out of the parking lot and into light traffic.

It felt like a day for cute pop music. She leaned over to tap at her phone with her left and start up a playlist. She drove for a while without incident, enjoying the sunshine.

The car in front of her screeched to a stop.

Ji-Min hit her brakes hard. She barely avoided hitting the white minivan in front of her. There was a crunch- crunch crunch in quick succession. A scream. A-

“A gun?” Ji-Min shrieked. That had been a gunshot and the sound of broken glass. She unbuckled and got out of the car to rush ahead. Other drivers were doing the same. She saw an older woman rush from the driver’s seat ahead and to the sidewalk, phone in hand.

The car in front of her had rear-ended a black car. That car in turn had rear-ended a blue car with an aura of blood-chilling menace. Ji-Min felt her heart pick up as she came level with the door of the black car.

It was hanging open. She kept her front to the car as she stepped around and took in the situation.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

The older woman Ji-Min had seen was dialing 9-11 while a middle-aged man knelt by someone lying on the crosswalk, a good ten feet in front of the blue car. Blood was seeping out. A hit and run. Some asshole had hit a pedestrian, caused a pileup, and fled the scene.

A quick glance confirmed that the blue car had damage to the front. She looked across the intersection. The car that had given it was tearing down the end of the block, bumper barely hanging on. It was nearly out of sight. As she watched, it turned left.

A man kicked open the passenger side seat of the blue car and got out, scowling. He unfolded to his tall, wiry height with a slight clink of metal.

Ji-Min felt her mouth drop open at the sight of a celebrity. That was- well, everyone knew Gene, even if they hadn’t met. She wasn’t surprised to see that when she really looked closely, the driver’s seat was occupied by the ghastly insubstantial face of a withered wraith. The wraith turned their dark, empty eye sockets to watch her pass and tightened their hands on the steering wheel. She averted her eyes on instinct and was cursed with the knowledge that four more wraiths were crammed into the backseat. They were all staring at her.

That was too many ghouls. Some practical part of her brain said that fabric-wrapped bones didn't take up much seat space, and wondered if Gene could have crowded more of his boys in the car if he'd thought to.

That was a bad train of thought to get stuck on. It felt like they knew.

'Where are the others? There's 9, right?'

“Gene,” she said, a little desperately.

The possibly undead outlaw turned to her with sharp eyes. “Have we met?” He may or may not be as dead as his hangers-on, but he looked as healthy and handsome as he did in his original wanted posters from the 1800s.

“No, I just watch the news.” The fact that he was finishing up a sentence had been all over the news sites. She’d been rooting for him to stay out for a while this time. At least a month. “Hit and run?”

He looked as mad as she felt. “Yeah,” Gene said. He gestured with his right hand, which she now noticed was holding a pistol. “Gotdamn irresponsible and rude. I shot off their mirror, but they ain’t fucking stop.” He frowned at the victim. Other bystanders were moving the man off the road for the sidewalk, so he must have been alive. “Think I should have one of my boys take ‘em to the doctor on their wing things?”

Wing thi-

“No, you shouldn’t move an injured person more than you have to,” Ji-Min said. She tried really hard not to think about what ‘wing things’ Gene’s boys might have access to.

He took that in stride and then peered contemplatively across the intersection, where the driver had fled. “I can’t go, right? I need to talk to the police?” Gene tilted his head, as if the idea of talking to the police about a situation that didn’t involve him committing crime was a mildly interesting novelty.

“Yeah. I’ll get them. It was silver, right?” Ji-Min checked. “Did you see the model and make? License plate maybe?”

“I have no idea.” Gene seemed unconcerned. “I don’t know what any of that means.”

...Fair enough.

A sibilant, evil hiss broke the air. Ji-Min felt a chill.

Gene cocked his head and looked into the car.

She couldn’t breathe. Her muscles seized up.

“Ah,” Gene said. He nodded. “My boy says yeah, it was silver, and a 2016 Ford. License plate was local and started with 65, but that’s all he noticed.” He paused. "Oh. Male driver, tall, heavy-set."

“Tell the police that,” Ji-Min said. The pressure in the air lessened as the wraith stopped talking. She took a moment to wonder if he actually had a license. How would you get a license without a living identity? His "boys" had been around at least as long as Gene himself.

Then she looked at the car properly and felt her eyebrows shoot up as something else took her full attention. “You shot through your windshield?”

Gene blinked at her. “The what?”

She indicated the broken glass. Another car eased past them in the right lane as others started to pass the scene of the crime.

“Oh, that.” He rolled his shoulders. “Yeah.”

Ji-Min couldn’t help but notice that his window was hanging open. He could have just leaned out. “Fair enough,” she said. “Tell the police that the window broke when you hit the car in front of you, no gun involved.” She grimaced. It was practically obligatory to help Gene out. He’d been out of jail a whole three days. He didn’t deserve to go back in for shooting at some asshole. “If they ask, say you don’t have collision insurance."

“I don’t know what that is,” Gene agreed amiably. He put the gun in his pocket. Ji-Min saw the moment that it straight up disappeared.

Oh, so fucking cool. He’d never publicly commented on the magic gun thing, but it clearly wasn’t a normal antique.

A little distracted, Ji-Min dug around in her back pocket for a card that she didn’t have. “Ah, fuck. You have a mechanic?” She pointed her elbow at his fucked up bumper. “You should get that checked out asap.”

“No, I do not.” Gene shrugged. “You know somebody?”

“I’ll fix it,” Ji-Min promised, “or at least check it out. Don't drive on it more than you have to. Call me before 7 tonight, alright?”

That should be well before whatever time that Hammer would act out.

Gene brightened. “That would be much appreciated. I don’t have a phone now, can you give me your number?”

Her wallet was still in the car. Ji-Min gave up looking for a business card. “You have any paper and pen?”

“Nah, just tell me.” Gene cracked his neck. A siren started up in the distance as an ambulance was probably deployed to their location. “I’ll remember it.”

Ji-Min rattled her number off, shot him a salute, and got back to her car. She gave the pile-up a wide berth as she passed, and then tugged on her gloves as she drove. The watermelon earrings went in the cup holder. The half mask ended up in her lap, and the jacket was tugged out so that she could shrug it on as soon as she stopped the car. This was definitely illegal shit, even if vigilantism was a different genre of crime from her usual. She gritted her jaw and tried not to get too tense as she took the same turn that the hit and run driver had. She couldn’t afford to get too wound up. This wasn’t a fight. This was some standard human. Ji-Min wasn’t in the murder business. She had to stay calm.

If she hadn’t been watching intersecting roads so closely, she would have missed it. The driver had pulled over into an alley, just far enough off the street that she only noticed as she passed.

“Wow, must have hit hard,” Ji-Min mused. Her jaw flexed. “If the car isn’t driveable… You were really speeding, huh.” She felt a wave of loathing. “We live in a fucking society, fuckwad.”

Ji-Min noted a business sign as a landmark and pulled over at the next place she could. She gave the store a quick glance to memorize the name and then zipped up her jacket as she grabbed her phone from the dashboard. She got out of the car and jogged back. When no one was looking, she put the mask on. Then she approached the car on foot, catlike and quiet. Someone was yelling but the car’s windows muffled what they were saying.

'That's definitely not drivable,' she diagnosed as she got closer. 'He's not going anywhere unless it's on foot, and I'll just stay until the cops come.'

She was waiting for the car to start again, to drive off when they noticed her. Something crunched under her foot. She glanced down, expecting to see broken glass or metal from the car.

It was a shattered phone.

The shouting from the car took on a different tone to her as she actually listened to the words.

#Superdim #Superdim Sunday #deplorably devoted to you #deplorably devoted #redflagromance #short story

[yae-35]

Ive had these two neverafter ocs for a while but I never really planned on sharing them because despite having watched all episodes intently until now I am just a Girl with Half the Facts and idk how I could fit one of my ocs into the story in a technical/magical sense. Especially my second OC bc she has that Main Character energy peppered into her story and idk if Neverafter's rules can be aligned with her story

Theyre basically a duo of kids around ylfa and pinocchio's ages. The older one (who's probably like, a few years older than ylfa, around the 15-16 yr age range) is the youngest of the twelve dancing princesses who ran away from her controlling, emotionally-gray, father. She harbors extreme resentment against him and her brother-in-law for banning them from entering and essentially destroying the one true place she and her sisters had felt joy. Ofc in their eyes, they are protecting these girls, they're just going about it in such a Horrible Bad way... They feel guilty, but they're not in regret, y'know? Overall, it's a messy situation, and I feel like out of the two of the kids, she's more susceptible to the princesses' agenda, and it's one of those situations where Destiny's Children need to convince her to be on their side or else the princesses will swoop in.

My second OC is an iteration of the ugly duckling who doubles as the secret love child of Odette and Odile, a little younger than Pinocchio. So it goes like this: in the multitude of versions of the Swan Lake that exists, there's a version where Odette and Odile were enemies until they were Awakened. They became friends, then something more, until one day one of them lays an egg. Odile is a sorcerer's daughter, and I feel like she knows that this egg is a symbol of her and Odette's love for each other, and this symbol is an error to their story. She also knows that in this particular world, there are forces that will try to elimate any and every error to the best of its possibilities, like cells in a body that attack any invaders that could compromise the body's health. It's either 1) Odile managed to gain or has always had access to power as great as Baba Yaga's (or the Stepmother's) and managed to pushed this egg into a story where its deemed as an element to be allowed existence not unlike Pinocchio being shazam'd into another random Pinnochio's husk? 2) Odile knows the Baba Yaga, and the offer of such a power made to the Stepmother wasn't the first of its kind made by the Baba Yaga, Odile is just more... err??? let's say level-headed when it comes to using said power. That or the Baba Yaga only gave her a sliver of that power, just enough to push that "tumor" of an egg into a more accomodating host/story. The "duckling"'s whole schtick or arc is that she's tired of her worth being tied to her appearance and/or the anticipation of her appearance, but it's expressed in the way that only a 7-ish year old can.

They are a party of two, and the dancing princess is basically the guardian of the "duckling". Their own mission is to basically stay put in this world, and maybe find the duckling's parents. The duckling herself is ambivalent to finding her parents, but the dancing princess has been having visions of two women, in black and white tutus, calling out in the woods for the duckling's name ever since she took the duckling under her wing.

Idk what happens after I just know that Odette and Odile are like the wlw version of Henry and Timothy and they're looking to adopt this angsty teen with parental hurt.

They're both precious to me because I too have daddy issues, and if you know me and my blog, I love everything wlw and I have a soft spot for kids (CHIRP FEATHERFOWL YOU AND YOUR FAMILY WILL ALWAYS HAVE A PLACE IN MY HEART) I also really dig the vibes and themes of "we are the children this system was supposed to protect, but didn't" that Neverafter has going on because it just SPEAKS to me

#neverafter #neverafter spoilers #neverafter oc #ALSO THE JUXTAPOSITION BETWEEN THESE TWO AND THE CHOICES THEIR PARENTS MAKE #both the king and the swans had the same intentions which was to protect their daughters #yet the lasting impact their choices had on these kids is INSANELY different

[papirouge]

What jpop artists do you like? Lately ive been getting into some like perfume, and sheena ringo or even vintage ones like pink lady or candies. Ive also heard lots of good things about hikada utaru, but aparently she identifies as nonbinary now?! Does it make me petty not to want to listen to her just because of that? Like i expected better of Japan artists but i guess even they can be delulu like american artists...

Yeah, there's been a whole discourse with Hikaru Utada because she suddenly said she didn't want to be described with gendered pronouns such as "Ms." before her name (and instead use Mx. or something like that). It's interesting to note that Hikki is fluent in English, and there was hardly any chance that someone who only speaks Japanese get so nitpicky about pronouns. 'Ms' doesn't really exist in Japanese, and actually Japanese is a pretty non gendered language (even less than English). So it's really interesting how the linguistic influence of the West took a toll of her. This statement was clearly dedicated to her Western audience, the only that would consistently use pronouns to describe her. However, she never stated she wanted to he called "she/they/them" or whatever.

Music wise, I'm not really fond of her music. I really like her 'ULTRA BLUE' album (which is famous for "Passion" which was Kingdom Hearts 2 theme) and some songs here and there though. Hikki is famous for having Jpop most groundbreaking debut at only 16 years old with "Automatic" (this song aged like fine wine tbh) by 1)being one of the biggest selling record in Japan 2)shoving R&B element in her music which was very outstanding at that time. The fact that she wrote at such a young age (and still do) all her lyrics + is fluent in English gave her a very solid 'ace' aura, and die hard fans who still to this day will jump on your throat if you 'dare' criticize their queen lol I remember someone who said that even her most upbeat/positive songs (Keep tryin', COLORS, Traveling…) always had a sad & melancholic era, and I think that's the most accurate description of her music, maybe that's why I have a hard time listening to her albums bc they (beside 'ULTRA BLUE' and 'HEART STATION' which are imo her most lighthearted ones) have this very downer, softdoom vibe~

That being said, it would be ridiculous to not listen to her just bc she has pronouns anon lol It's pretty funny how some people are getting so cranky abt pronouns-having artists and boast about how refuse to entertain anything that they do....but will have issue to keep watching/listening to movies/music of predators, sex pest and convicted rapists lmao

I always got a weird vibe from Sheena Ringo and never got remotely interested in her music. The rumors about she being a closeted Japanese nationalist just bc of her NIPPON album era (where she had her audience wave Japanese imperial flags) are insane though lmao Hopefully those people have the same energy to call out Miley Cyrus for being an American Nationalist for her song "Party in the USA" where she dances before a giant American flag 🤡

I hardly listen to new Japanese artists anymore. I replied to an ask not too long ago where I professed my love for Ayumi Hamasaki (her 10 first year of career were pristine - she really should've retired at her 10 years Complete Singles best album momentum because everything after that has pretty much been trash tbh). Her album LOVEppears is probably my favorite album of all time 🥴

I'll never be over how cute she looks on "Fly High" MV (one of my favorite of her - those platform shoes + micro short + glittery sweatshirt combo will never get old / this MV is 23 years old and that outfit is still KICKIN #legendary)

Also pretty random because that's not a band that I'm checking like that, but THE ORAL CIGARETTES 'UNOFFICIAL' album is an absolute no skip banger. I hardly remember a Jrock album that got me hooked like that those last few years😳

I have so many other Japanese acts that I love it's really insane (I am more savvy of Japanese music that western one).

Soloist wise, I grew up in womanhood listening to Kana Nishino and her music is literally the soundtrack of my early 20s. We were born only a month apart and felt so connected to her and her songs. She truly has a special place in my heart. Her debut & sophomore albums 'LOVE one.' and 'to LOVE' got 20 years old me on a CHOKEHOLD! "Motto" got me crying all my tears off a dusty lmaoooo😭 it's insane how her songs matched with my life - we truly had a connection

Tomiko Van and Kana Nishino are Jpop best vocalists imo ELLEGARDEN (rip) and ART-SCHOOL are my favorite bands of all time. ASIAN KUNG FU GENERATION and UVERworld had a decent run in the 2000s. Perfume is still kicking.....but I don't really catch up with them anymore cause I've been trying to cut out secular music off my playlist

#answered #Ayumi Hamasaki

[a-shared-experience]

Me: yo look more gangsta

I have so many questions about how this ended up here and I’m glad the Gemini boy was down for being silly.

Acab

I missed my energy healing due to a crisis situation where a lady thought city workers were snipers and then started licking a stick of deodorant I gave her. It was all good. when I arrived late the Paws emotional support dog from Grant Mac was on site in his little university jacket and it softened my whole vibe. Some times I like dogs more than people. I hope someday to have one. The doggo followed me around probably thinking goddamn this bitches chakras are not it. Maybe he just wanted all the pets. I loved him. My burn out cannot articulate the day in any sort of beautiful way. When we deescalated the lady the security guards called us unsung hero’s and thanked us for all the work we do. An indigenous man who just served a max life sentence handed me a feather randomly and said it was good for sage smoke. Oddly enough an indigenous warrior babe I know from harm reduction gave me a big bag of sage and hugged me as if she knew I wasn’t my best. I’m not worst either

I counselled a local jib dealer who I found doing hood rat shit. “ bro did i see you fighting peace officers the other day ?”

“ oh shit you saw that. Im ebarrassed but I fucking hate them I’m so sleep deprived. “

“ ok first of all i was entertained and hanging on to the edge of my seat watching that but honestly it’s not worth it right. I am sleep deprived right now. I’ve been there and I know it feels like you’re constantly on the verge of snapping at someone. I get it. Let me deal with the peace officers. You aren’t teaching them compassion when you’re swinging on them. In those kind of situations people are only hearing 7% of anything that’s said. The brain floods with chemicals and nothing good is happening there. You really wanna serve time for being sleepy ? No. You probably gotta suck dick to get a shard in there. Nobody wants to suck dick when they’re tired or coming down. Get serious. “

“ I wish I could be like you. Do you ever miss it? “

“ I’m human; I’m not perfect. I can throw myself into a million text books and learn all about trauma and still repeat the same dumb ass patterns. You think I’m exempt from relapse ? Nah. The struggle is the struggle. I plead the 5th “

“ I’ve liked you from day fucking one , you’re always real even though you rejected me and gave me a van delivery card when I asked for your number”

I laugh so loud . Omg that’s me haha

“ I don’t even know why I’m out here. I got a house and kids and girl and I’m out here”

“ trying to figure something out probably , it’s subconscious and murky , somehow worse than doing drugs with the misfits. Don’t focus on the less than perfect behaviours and fall into the shame cycle - I don’t miss addiction at all, that was a dark time and I couldn’t find myself even though I lived in this body. Focus on one thing outside of this. Keep it small and reasonable and give it some attention.

Shame doesn’t heal. You can’t punish your way out of this ok. It takes time - a lot of time, a lot of patience , it’s like perfecting a recipe- and I’m a terrible cook ya know. Kitchen fires , the whole 9. Creating boundaries for yourself is a small step forward. Like not assaulting authority. Our anger is reflective of the love we need but it doesn’t pull it in. You have to find it within and hope that it gets better. Ok. Sleep you idiot . Don’t fuck your life up for a burst energy and call it happiness ok. “

“ I owe you that. You do all this for us and I know it’s hard. I promise you I’ll check myself and walk away. You’re a real one. Keeps my head straight “

He shakes my hand and we say our goodbyes. The Gemini comes with me to the bank to grab laundry change and we make up stories about all the people in line. You can’t focus on the pattern , it’s about what’s outside of the pattern .

“ if you had a million dollars what’s the first thing you’d do” he asks

“ travel. I feel a little stale lately and haven’t felt present or intrigued. Sometimes I forget there’s so many things I haven’t experienced. I want to feel curious in good ways, bet you thought I’d say I’d give it all away to humanitarian efforts but I dead ass wouldn’t. I give them something greater than money- my time. My heart “