#but nana appreciating the candle

[mrkis]

Thank you so much for doing this events bby, can I request one with mark and you on his birthday party where y’all are on having thee time of your life’s and it kind of escalates? It could be a friends to lovers one with lots of blushing and hidden smiles ❤️❤️

I’m so glad your back 💗💗

thank you my nana ‹𝟹 i hope this was ok!

» this is apart of my 'MARK DRABBLE BDAY SPECIAL' event that i will be doing for his bday week. requests are OPEN for this.

» warnings: none. just some light kissing and touching. alcohol may be mentioned here and there.

“Happy birthday Mark!!” The entirety of the room yells, party poppers bursting into the air, balloons being thrown at the culprit. Mark stands in the middle of the room gobsmacked at the scene, surrounded by family and friends that makes his throat tighten up from the emotional hit in his chest, but he sputters out a laugh when Haechan runs forward to slap on a neon green party hat on the top of his head.

He gets shoved into the crowd, some wrapping him up into celebratory hugs while others pinch his cheeks, cooing small words of affection that he appreciates gratefully despite the efforts he makes to push them away, his belly rumbling with laughter when Johnny easily swoops him up into a bone crushing hug and Taeyong slaps his bottom. 

It doesn’t take Mark long to find you, standing away at the corner with a beaming grin on your face, holding a watermelon cake that almost brings tears to his eyes. It’s the same cake you and your parents bought him on his fifth birthday and each year, you’ve continued to stick with the tradition, buying the same watermelon cake from the same store but decorated differently with candles that represent his age. The sparkly ‘23’ shines back at him and he can’t help shyly smile at you when you gesture at him to blow out the candles. 

Everyone around him cheers again when the candles are blown and you lay down the cake on the table before jumping into Mark’s arms excitedly that wrap around your body on instinct, holding you as close to him as he possibly could as you sway him side to side.

“I thought you weren't going to make it” Mark mumbles in your ear close enough to let you hear over the music. “Your mom told me over the phone this morning that you were busy”

“I wanted to surprise you!!” You giddily tell him, squeezing him tightly in your grasp. “You’re my best friend, Mark! Of course I’m not going to miss your birthday!”

Best friend. Those two words leave a ugly feeling but he doesn’t have enough time to dwell on it as he’s forcefully ripped away from you, almost stumbling over his shoes as he’s swung around to face Yuta who shoves a shot glass into his hand, begging him to drink the concoxion inside. Mark’s face turns sour when the alcohol burns as it runs down the back of his throat and he turns his attention back on you to continue a conversation but he sees you’re already preoccupied by Jaehyun who forcefully feeds you a shot, tipping your head back with a boisterous laugh.

Haechan is the one that coaxes everyone into dancing and drinking, gripping Mark’s wrist to tug him into the centre and twirl him around. Mark loses his balance and he almost slips to the ground if it wasn’t for the hands that steady him on his back. It’s you, a shy smile creeps onto his lips, you’re always there to catch him when he falls. You’re always there. His arm slips around your shoulders comfortably when yours goes around his waist, holding you close to his side as he dances along with the others.

Everyone sings loudly to his favourite song that blasts on the speakers, everyone that he loves surrounds him with happy smiles and everyone is having fun. It feels like a dream come true to Mark and he’s so emotional that he’s unable to control the tears that pool in his eyes, but he doesn’t stop smiling, he doesn’t stop laughing. This is what he’s always wanted.

It doesn’t take Mark long to get drunk, the alcohol making his face red and his brain fuzzy to the point he can’t fully stand or continue dancing, so he sits alone with you in a corner, holding a cup of water in his hands as he listens to you excitedly explains the ins and outs of this surprise party him, even adding in a few creative words to cuss out Haechan who almost leaked it this morning. But Mark zones out when he sees how passionate you are, hands throwing up in the air, giggling and laughing through your words, prettily smiling when you’re talking about something he can’t fully hear.

His heartbeat is loud in his ears and he can’t focus anymore when the skin of your arm brushes against his. He doesn’t pull away despite feeling like he’s getting scorched, he craves more of it when you pull away and his fingers eagerly reach out for your elbow.

You’ve stopped talking now, staring back at Mark with curiosity and wonder pooling in your eyes, even a little bit of concern for his lack of speech. He struggles to speak, mouth opening and closing like a fish which makes him feel a little embarrassed and shy, heat creeping up his neck as you hold out the eye contact. You’re calling out his name and Mark swears he’s never heard something so sweet before, his fingers dropping from your elbow as it hits him, it hits him hard and he can’t stop himself from holding back any longer.

“I love you” Mark whispers to you, voice full of seriousness and honesty. His nerves slip away from the amount of alcohol that rushes through his veins and he’s not able to tear his eyes away from yours that now widen in surprise. “I’m so thankful for everything and I just… I really love you, I do”

“Yeah?” You hum, placing your hand on his cheek and swiping the small strand of confetti that rests on his cheekbone with your thumb with a small smile. Mark nods quickly, swallowing thickly at your touch but he relaxes into it, placing his hand on top of yours. 

“Yeah, I do” He confesses, but his nerves soon come back once he realises how quiet you’ve become. He wants the ground to swallow him whole, he wants someone to rush over and take him away from the rejection he’s about to face, he wishes that Haechan would come and change the subject now more than ever. And just as his eyes leave you to search for his other friend, he feels your lips press against his.

Mark’s frozen in place, unable to move as you kiss him so gently, heart thumping widely in his chest. He doesn’t even have time to kiss you back because you’re already pulling away, searching his eyes for any discomfort. He pinches himself, he can’t help it, he’s thought about this for far too long that he’s scared it’s all in his head… but he’s here, it’s real… and you just kissed him. 

The shyness that takes over Mark causes you to laugh and he bashfully looks away, smiling like a fool to himself but you cup his jaw to turn him back to face you. His eyes roam around your face lovingly and he’s surprised when your expression matches his. He wants to kiss you again, he wants to do it properly this time but he waits for your signal, his leg bouncing nervously. 

“Mark…” His name has always sounded good coming out of your mouth. “You can kiss me”

And so he does.

#[ mark bday special ! ] #nct mark #nct dream mark #nct 127 smut #mark lee #mark lee fluff #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct 127 fluff #zenlzen #[moots🧷]

[deathsmallcaps]

Blue beetle spoilers. And spoilers for Macario (1960)

There’s plenty of articles out there already with this info but these are my thoughts.

Ok I just saw Blue Beetle and I’m in love with Xolo Maridueña!!! His character Jaime Reyes is so enthusiastic and loves his family and ultimately kind. And he has sweet eyes XD. It’s really cool he got the role because of his martial arts skills.

Harvey Guillén is in there! He plays another character with the same last name, de la Cruz, so maybe we can jokingly have crossovers in this universe with What we do in the Shadows. Blade (admittedly Marvel but still) is semi-canon already. (I didn’t catch the entirety of his real name sorry, just definitely the end.)(idk if Guillermo de la Cruz is his full name or if his name was shuffled around/inaccurately represented due to USian naming customs)

I loved George Lopez as Uncle Rudy. He rocks the kookiness!

Nana was hella cool. Between her implied revolutionary backstory (she hates Imperialists! The way she pulls out her braids when it’s time to attack makes me think that she was part of a pro-Mexico or maybe pro-Indigenous force back in the day) and Ignacio’s backstory (his mother, his only family, murdered in a ‘anti-communist’ attack in Guatemala, and then he was sent to ‘Escuela de las Americas’, a USA funded ‘school’ that basically churned out child soldiers and later adult destabilizers sent out to disrupt Latin America in the name of USian interests (its still in operation), and then he was experimented upon by the very people that ruined his life (a la the Tuskegee Airmen Experiment) really speaks to the racism and imperialism that affects the family in the movie and many people face today (preaching to the choir I know). The fight ain’t over.

(First link is in spanish, second link is the English Wikipedia page)

I appreciate that a good half of Jaime’s family were not in the US legally. The constant terror and unwillingness to seek help for fear of attention was quite palpable, and I think really adds to the idea that superheroes are supposed to make sure ALL people live safely and happily - legality should not contradict human rights. And hell, even though they were in the USA, their home was still threatened - by gentrification!

The poor Dad’s death is sadly not an uncommon phenomenon. Many immigrants, but especially undocumented ones, work themselves to the bone, both physically and emotionally. Poverty and instability kill more than any capitalist would ever like to acknowledge. And yet Alberto still found it in his heart to be kind whenever possible. I really respect that. And I think his kindness inspired Rocio (the mom, who is totally cool) and Milagro (sister) to keep on after his death.

The body horror aspects were interesting, for both Jaime and Ignacio Caripax. I hope they lean into that in later works.

But what really caught my eye was the cave of candles that appeared twice in the story. There’s a European story, Godfather Death, about a godchild of the personification of death who gets given the power to heal, and ultimately (in some people’s views) wastes it in greed and/or love. He gets to watch his life, represented as a candle, blow out. However, in Spanish, death is a feminine concept, and so Death is a godmother in that situation. Godmother Death* is thus a common story in Latin America too, but especially in Mexico and Guatemala, where Maya beliefs mixed with Catholic ones.

It turns out, the creators wanted to bring in some Latine magical realism and reference the classic Mexican film, **Macario, which is based on a novel based on a local legend that was likely based on La Madrina Muerte. I’ve ordered the book, lol, and will watch the movie soon. I’m quite excited to see it.

I found it quite interesting that Jaime’s acceptance of Khaji Da and the Macario/Madrina Muerte scene happened really close to each other. In a way, he chose compromise to continue with life, as opposed to Macario’s/the Godson’s stubbornness which lead to their deaths. His willingness to work with Khaji Da (scarabs are symbols of rebirth btw) shows a willingness to work with his place in the life and death cycle, and the Madrina Muerte themes showcase his interest in alleviating suffering***.

In any case, if you have money for a ticket, I highly suggest going to see Blue Beetle! It’s totally worth it.

*La Madrina Muerte, in Spanish. I’ve been somewhat obsessed with it since I was a preteen, as I came across the Spanish version translated to English first. My tumblr name is *somewhat* related lol.

I was somewhat inspired by La Calavera Catrina art, Santa Muerte and the Grim Reaper when I drew this.

**for some reason tumblr has decided that two links is quite enough for this post. Sometimes it just doesn’t let me add more links? Or copy/paste!!? Anyway if you’d like to read a more knowledgeable article about the relationship between the two films, look up ‘macario blue beetle’ & then an article by slashfilm will appear.

***In the legend, the godson is given a plant, a potion, or just the power to heal. But he must abide by Death’s position by the bed of the afflicted person. If death is at the foot of the bed, then they were meant to live, and he gets to take away their suffering and cure them entirely. But if Death stood by the head of the bed, then the person was meant to die soon, and so the Godson had to leave them be. In either case, Death prefers to end suffering - through complete healing or a cessation of life. However, Jaime makes sure (when he can) to help people live and be able to choose what to do with their life (like in the case of Ignacio). And Khaji Da respects that.

#blue beetle #blue beetle (2023) #Macario #Macario (1960) #dc #last thing: I like that thefilm shows collaboration between different Latine peoples in the face of cultural destruction & imperialism #(and intergenerational collaboration!) #Jaime (Mexican American and hasn’t ‘made it’) Harvey Guillen’s character (unspecified and some may say he ‘made it’ some May say he did not) #and Ignacio (Guatemalan and arguably same sitch as HG’s de la Cruz character) #ultimately work to undermine Victoria Kord and the OMAC weapons of destruction #sure Ignacio killed de la Cruz but ultimately he took down Victoria #you could also argue Jenny Kord (Brazilian & made it) #but I know its a somewhat contentious issue for both Brazilians and Spanish speaking peoples of the Americas as #to whether Brazilians are Latine or not

[mr-saturnnn]

lesbian radfem flag icons

ayyy i've made edits with some gnp characters!!! all ladies below are LESBIANS they love only WOMEN

lesbian july is never over

feel free to use my icons! likes + reblogs are appreciated! pls credit me when use :>

Cakey / Obsequious

Macne Nana

Candle Queen / Chloe

Stephanie Glass

Say Carnes

Creative Rana

#edits #pfp #lesbian #radfem #cakey #obsequious #appetite of a people pleaser #nana #macne nana #nah #star of the show #candle queen #chloe #stephanie glass #sign off intrusion #communications #communications case 2 #say carnes #say #say chattering #the chattering lack of common sense #rana #creative rana #creative #ghost #ghost and pals #ghostandpals #vocaloid #gumi #avanna

[spirit-healings]

Tonight, I decided to try incorporating cannabis into my spiritual practices for the first time, and it went wonderfully. I could not ask for a better experience.

I began by setting my space up for the experience. For comfort reasons, I decided to use my bed for the most part. I made sure it was neatly made, sat my pillows against the headboard so I could sit up comfortably, and laid out my lap desk, delta 8 vape, iPad, Apple Pencil, and Metaphysical Cannabis Oracle Cards. I opened up my window, and lit a pine (I think?) scented candle.

I put in my earbuds and put on a playlist titled “The Therapeutic Self”, which is a collection of songs I’ve found to be healing, empowering, and comforting for me. Some highlights include “A Better Son/Daughter” by Rilo Kiley, “Cynicism” by Nana Grizol, and “Cotton” by The Mountain Goats.

Finally, I got comfy on my bed, took a few deep breaths, and said a prayer thanking God for providing cannabis, and asking them to allow me to use it in the ways they see fit. I took a few hits off my vape, mindfully taking in the healing energy as I inhaled, and exhaling all of the draining energy I’ve been storing up.

After this, I sat down my vape, and just took a couple moments to be present and appreciate the feelings and the music. After a song or two passed, I picked up my cards and prayed over them, asking God to use them as a tool to show me whatever it is I need to know.

The first card I pulled (I forget the exact title of the card) told me that my parents were with me. Upon realizing this, I noticed I felt their presence as well. It was a very peaceful feeling. As someone who has been mourning their parents for nearly 2 years, it was so nice to naturally say, “Hi mom and dad!” Before offering my vape to both of them (they were both major stoners, and my dad often talked about wishing he had the opportunity to smoke with me.).

After spending some time just appreciating the sesh with my parents, I decided to pull another card, this time asking: “What do my parents think of my travel plans?” (I’ve yet to talk about these plans on this blog, but I will soon. Just know they’re big, and I’m feeling hesitant about it due to my fear of others’ disapproval.) The card I pulled instructed me to remember that the chains binding me to the people and things that are holding me back are loose, and that I should drop them. I could practically hear my mom saying “Quit waiting for permission to live your life! It’s not up to anybody else!”

I decided to meditate some more, just enjoying the space, thanking my parents for visiting, telling them I love them, and asking them to check in on my stepmom, younger siblings (including my soon-to-be-born sister!) and stepdad.

I eventually ended up going to sleep for a few hours after, because the experience was equally fulfilling and exhausting (also, weed.). I still feel kind of tired, but more than anything, I’m grateful to know my parents are still looking out for me and guiding me.

#christian witch #queer spirituality #trans spirituality #christopagan #faith #oracle cards #tw grief #tw parent death #tw death #spiritual awareness #spiritualhealing #healing #witchcraft #tarot #witchblr #witchtok

[vixx-ari]

Christmas Headcannons🎄(Sing 2016/2022)

Rosita is the main cook when making and baking everything

One time the whole group decided to do the making and baking themselves to surprise her. The outcome was not the best. Rosita, ofcourse, appreciated the effort.

Meena's the only one allowed to cook without suppervision though.

Mike's playlist is the only Christmas playlist that is the only playlist that doesn't have one song that's impossibly out of place.

Gunters Christmas playlist is the best though, bc ofcourse it is

Nooshy put 'Never Gonna give you upon her Christmas playlist and is way too proud when she rickrolls everyone at the Christmas Party.

Speaking of Christmas Party, I feel like they'd reserve a restaurant for everyone, or all just take over someone's house everytime.

Once they had to celebrate Christmas on a plane to perform "out of this world" overseas. All I'll say is a flight had never been jollier.

Everytime they meet up for Christmas they have a group sing along to whatever Christmas song they can find.

They definitely tried to mistletoe Meena and Alfonso many times. They only succeed once and Meena will never live it down.

Eddie used to have dinners and Nana with his parents at Christmas but always ran away to have fun with the rest of the group. Nana always covers up for him bc she's the best.

Johnny is the main target for Ms. Crawly's christmas sweaters, since he's the only one who 1) can fit them and 2) doesn't have the heart to refuse her. But the sweaters are fashionable though so it's worth it

Assuming Clay first meets the piglets at Christmas time, they all think that Clay is Santa's in disguise. Clay hasn't been the most Christmasy for a while bc, yknow, a decade and a half in complete isolation from the outside world and all. But he just rolls with it bc why not and the only person who have resistance to the piglets cute little faces is Rosita.

(They eventually figure out that Clay is infact not Santa's but its fun believing it)

Porsha is surprisingly one of the best at giving gifts. No one knows how but she just is somehow.

Shes the one who gets Buster his nice red Christmas suit bc she said, and I quote "I love you with all i have but you desperately need other clothes"

They all go caroling together

Mike used to carol at christmas time for extra cash but stopped cause it really didn't do much for his bank account. He made the mistake of telling everyone and they all dragged him out to o it just for fun, much to his dismay. They ended up attracting a whole crowd in the first 30 mintes.

Every pair has ended up under the mistle toe once which mostly just ends with sweet kisses on the cheek and hugs

When the actual romantic pairs end up under, you just know it is gonna end in catastrophe

Ash and Buster do that thing where she sings and he plays the piano with everyone relaxing around them. Sometimes with enough (affectionate) peer pressure they'll do a duet.

Ms Crawly is infact the person who would give socks and scented candles as a chritmas present and it's great.

Tying back to my last comic; Buster never got that many presents as a kid, mostly bc they just didn't really ever have the money for more than one present and an outing to a resterant. He never complained ofc, tho it was a bit sad when other children whould talk about the great presents they would get and he's be like "uh, I got a pokemon shirt?". Then after his father died he's get presents from mainly Ms. Crawly, occasionally Eddie and he'd give hmself a gift that wold mostly be like a book or smth. Ofcourse with his new theater family he has like 7 presents which he is so surprised and grateful for. The theatre family when they find out all he's been getting for Christmas for years is books, coffee cups and the one watch eddie got him,they all went on a legal heist to get him everything he has ever wanted. Ofcourse he keeps the list very short so they don't work themselves out but he's so impossibly happy.

Anyways, that's all i've got. Happy 25th of december you lot :D

Now get outta here ya filthy animals (lovingly)

#sing 2 #sing 2021 #sing movie #sing 2016 #buster moon #sing johnny #rosita sing #porsha crystal #ash sing #meena sing #clay calloway #sing clay calloway #sing nooshy #eddie noodleman #nana noodleman #Ms Crawly #happy holidays

[purpleplaid17]

Jess Watches // Wed 28 Feb // Day 156 & Thu 29 Feb // Day 157 Synopses & Favourite Scenes & Poll

Ugly Betty (rw with mum) 3x15 There's No Place Like Mode

Fashion Week brings chaos to Mode.

I was wondering how Ignacio had fully recovered yet Christina was still pregnant. I had forgotten the literally show-stopping way they brought Baby Slater-Meade into the world. It was like The Lion King if Scar was the main character lmao.

Fool Me Once (with L) Ep 1

Maya attends the funeral of her murdered husband Joe at his family's stately home - then thinks she sees him, days later, on a hidden nanny cam.

I thought the picture frame was suspect the second the friend gifted it to Maya. So for the friend to immediately explain it had a hidden camera was an unexpected early reveal. I don't trust anyone. Even the toddler is unreliable lol.

Severance (rw with mum) 1x04 The You You Are

Irving finds an intriguing book at work. Helly aggressively pursues a meeting with her Outie. Mark attends a funeral with Ms. Selvig.

The voices Dylan and Helly could hear were his kid and her dad, right? Did Lumon feed that in or were they actually remembering?

Did the name (Christopher?) crossed off on one of Mark's packing boxes mean anything?

Who was the man in Cobel's photo?

The hand holding!

The candle was a test for both of them!!

[ Enter Sandman ]

Resident Alien 3x03 141 Seconds

Harry accompanies the Hawthornes to Yellowstone to find out what the Greys are up to.

A rough episide for the women (and plaid) of Patience: Asta has ptsd, Kate and her phantom but-actually-very-real baby (Wouldn't she be expressing milk?), Liv and her very mean nana, Judy deserving someone who appreciates her, with D'arcy trying to comfort everyone. A group hug and some pie *slaps away Harry's hand* is in order.

#ugly betty #fool me once #severance #resident alien #polls #tumblr polls #jess watches #day 156 #i also watched half an episode of constellation #but my mate had to go bc a ewe was lambing

[samuraiko]

If you are still asking for writing prompts how about orym meeting morrigan, fearnes nana?

Anon, I am so sorry that I missed this! Hmmmm... oooh.

"Just One Request"

Her cottage is immense, as is she, and Orym has never felt smaller in his entire life than he does in this moment. But the halfling is resolute as he approaches her in response to her beckoning gesture.

"So... Orym of the Air Ashari," she murmurs, her voice a not-unpleasant rasp that reminds him of leaves scuffling beneath his feet in autumn. "My Fearne has spoken to me of you. Please, sit down."

His boots allow him to spring high enough to reach the chair opposite her at her table, and he stands to be able to see her.

She gives him a slightly twisted, wry smile, and with a twitch of her fingers, the chair reshapes itself to allow him to sit while still able to see her. He nods his thanks and sits cross-legged before her.

"I appreciate your hospitality, ma'am."

"It's nothing... and I always appreciate a polite and respectful guest. Tea?"

"If it's no trouble, ma'am."

She pours them each a cup, and Orym pauses to savour the scent of delectable blend of herbs that she has chosen, then he sips.

"It's delicious. Thank you."

"You're welcome." She takes a sip, then sets down the cup, rests her elbows on the table, and rests her chin on the cradle of her interlocked fingers. "So... my little Fearne says that you have... a request for me."

Orym nods slowly, his moss-green eyes somber over the rim of his teacup as he stares into the dark depths of her eyes.

"She... and her parents... they mentioned that you provide assistance... in exchange for favours."

"That is true," Morrighan rasps. "There is always an exchange. And depending upon what you ask, well... that will determine my price."

Orym drains the cup, sets it down, and then sighs very softly.

"I gather... you've been around quite a long time. And will probably do so for a long time yet to come."

"Indeed."

"Then... all I ask is..." His voice trails off, and for a long time, there is only silence, occasionally broken by the soft crackling of the fire in Morrighan's hearth.

"I lost my husband... some years ago. But I loved him... I still do. And... and while Exandria may be doomed to some terrible fate... and I may very well die..."

Again his voice trails off, and he shakes his head and mutters under his breath, "This is ridiculous."

"Speak your request, warrior of the cherry blossoms," Morrighan murmurs, and he cannot deny the command in that ancient voice.

"I want you... to remember us. Myself and my husband. And how we loved each other." His hand drifts up to the tattoo on his arm, of Catha and Ruidus. "We loved each other so much."

Silence falls once again, and Morrighan never takes her eyes off the halfling's earnest face.

Then she leans forward across the table, with her impossibly long arms, and even longer fingers, and ever so gently, she catches a tear from Orym's cheek, one he hadn't even realized he'd shed.

She draws back to her side of the table and studies the small shimmer on her fingertip. And as Orym watches, the tear crystallizes into a small, perfect diamond.

For several long moments, she gazes into its depths, and then her eyes widen. "I am impressed. Had your love been other as you described, it would have reflected in this gemstone. But indeed... you did love... do love as truly as you speak." Morrighan nods slowly and sits back in her chair. "I will do as you ask of me, Orym of the Air Ashari."

"What... what about your price?" he asks, and very slowly, she smiles. But this time, it is a warmer smile, gentler.

"You have already paid it. You see, we of the Fey... love is a strange thing to us. And as we are far longer-lived than you, whose lives flicker like the briefest of candles... to see something so pure... it is a rare thing." She holds up the diamond, and it flares briefly in the firelight.

"I collect such rarities. So, do not despair, little warrior. When you have long become dust and your soul returned to the Astral Sea, perhaps to find your lost love there... you and he, and the love you shared... you will be remembered."

Orym closes his eyes, too late to stop the tears from escaping, and bows his head in gratitude, in exhaustion, in respect.

"Thank you, ma'am. Truly."

He feels those long fingers gently touch his hair, resting upon his head like a benediction, and he looks up at her face. There is so much in her eyes that he knows he can never hope to begin to understand, but for now, he sees what he imagines Fearne sees when she looks at Morrighan.

Then her fingers trail down to his tattoo, and he follows the direction of her gaze to the ink depicting the white moon and the red.

"And do not fear - this will remain between us two. Now go, blossom warrior... go and defend my realm and yours. And when you have succeeded... we shall share tea again."

#critical role #campaign 3 #bells hells #orym of the air ashari #cr morrighan #fanfiction #writing #just one request

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

🐑, 🐔, 🐄, 🕯, 🍅, 🐝

These are for the cottagecore asks. Hope it makes you smile today.

Thank you so much for the ask! It made me smile indeed. c:

🐑 Sheep: What is a comfort item you own?

Oh gosh, I have so many... My favorite might be the black-velvet cloak with a satin purple lining. I deeply mourn that it's not Socially Acceptable to wear a cloak to an office job, because when it's cool enough outside, I would LOVE to! (When I worked at Chipotle, Pizza Hut, and PetSmart, I would wear my cloak to work! The people at Chipotle freaking LOVED it.)

Alas, I work in a building with government security and I work on a contract with a rather strict Dress Code. And also I don't trust the people downtown enough to walk around in a cloak...

🐔 Chicken: What is a comfort movie/show for you?

I'm hyperfixated and predictable. My comfort movie is Justice League vs. Teen Titans, and my comfort show is the 2003 Teen Titans series!

🐄 Cow: What is one other tumblr blog you really appreciate?

Oh gosh, just one? It's hard to choose just one... Any blog that belongs to my friends has HEAPS of appreciation! "Appreciate" in particular applies to my fellow RPers who patiently wait until I have the time, energy, and muse to Actually Write something-- even when it takes months! I'm so immensely grateful for their grace.

🕯️ Candle: What is something you can’t go to bed without?

Well, my antidepressant, for one thing... :P (It has Major Sleepiness side effects for the first couple hours after taking it, so it's best to take it before bedtime, and it's a Very Important part of my mental health regimen!)

But on a more fun note, I have this one specific blanket that my dad gave me when I was like... 13, 14 years old? (Gods, I'm realizing I've had this thing for half my life!) It's nothing special, a little brown thing from Walmart that only covers me shoulders-to-toes if I have it on a diagonal angle, with kind of a silky underside and a very thin top layer. But the fact that it's so thin and silky makes it easy for me to sleep under! I get overheated very easily, so a thin blanket that still has enough weight to be Comforting is great (and very hard to find!), and I'm Extremely Sensitive to Touch and Tactile Sensation, but it's a very nice smooth gentle Tactile Sensation, so it's really the ideal blanket for me.

It brings me so much comfort that I put a blanket inspired by it in my stories! (It's handmade by Srentha for Dove when she's Struggling^tm and needs lots of comfort, so she can wrap it around herself for comfort if he can't be there.)

🍅 Tomato: Have you ever gardened, and if so, what is your favorite thing to grow?

I have! I've always loved plants like small silent friends, helping my Nana in her garden as a kid, and when I moved in with my co-worker from the pet store she helped me garden things like cilantro and zebra flowers, and when I lived in the Metroparks I had SO many houseplants and potted herbs! Schefflera, snake plant, peace lily, lemon balm that my chinchillas absolutely demolished when I wasn't looking. (They ate the whole plant! It's safe for them, don't worry.) My very first houseplant was a Norfolk island pine. Unfortunately my houseplants and herbs got wiped out by aerial blight after I moved from the apartment, and it scared me away from plants for a little while because I blamed myself. I only Very Recently got enough forgiveness and courage to try again, and for now all I have is a small but rapidly-growing pothos.

My favorite thing to grow is DEFINITELY the lemon balm! It's in the mint family, so it's super hardy and a vigorous grower, it always has such a gentle and friendly energy, and it's good for absolutely Everything I use plants for, herbal healing and mysticism alike! It helps headaches, stomach upsets, it soothes mild pain, it helps soothe stress, it helps you fall asleep, and mystically it's great for protection, energizing, cleaning, and insight. Plus, it's one of the only Fresh Plants my chinchillas will actually eat. This is a big deal for Dusty, because he's EXTREMELY picky about fresh foods!

🐝 Bee: What is a video game that you find comforting?

Pokemon Pearl. ~<3 That was the game that initially inspired me to start writing Pokemon fanfics! I also have a lot of strong Happy Comfort Nostalgia for Pokemon Battle Revolution too, because I played it with all but one of my siblings!

#rhs answered an ask #send me a symbol #yazzy-the-cat #long post maybe?

[patricklove]

The 35 Best Nana Gifts That'll Make Her Smile

Giving a thoughtful present to your cherished grandma is the best way to let her know how much you appreciate and adore her. Giving presents is a heartfelt way to express your immense love. Finding the ideal gift for your grandmother is not an easy feat. If you don't want to give her a book or an embroidery kit because you don't want to be predictable, there are some items that she will actually like and use.

It is true that your grandmother is quite aware of what to purchase you and is aware of your interests. Nanas also rarely make mistakes. If you are unsure about what to give her on a special occasion or just on a regular day, don't worry. She will enjoy these wonderful gifts for years to come and they could make her smile.

We have put together a selection of the greatest nana gifts that would make wonderful birthday, Mother's Day, Christmas, and other gifts for your devoted grandma, from personalized coffee mugs to comfortable wraps. We'll now walk you through some presents from the below-world that are likely to make her happy.

The Best Nana Gifts That'll Make Her Smile are listed below:

Personalized Mom Fleece Blanket

Canvas Pillow

Nana Wood Frame

My Biggest Fans Call Me Nana Sign

Best Nana Ever Tumbler

Personalized Pillow

Nana Gift Box

Ceramic Soy Candle

Butterfly Sun Catcher Wind Chime

Cotton Dish Towel

and 26 more.

#nana gifts

[bulgogisland]

it’s been chill 🤍

#everytime #i would do the top view #they would hop off the hay bed #>:| #but nana appreciating the candle #<3 #lol #acnh #animal crossing #animal crosing new horizons #bulgogisland #ac #nintendo #exterior #pietro #nana #plucky

[cocochannel00]

Only Wish (This Year)

All Y/n wants for Christmas this year was Harry to be home... so what happens when Harry can’t make it? (a part of the ‘Christmas song fic challenge’)

Word count: 3k Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

A/N: hello my loves! This is my submission for @goldenbluesuit​’s christmas fic challenge, Christmas is literally my favorite holiday of the year and I’m so happy I got a chance to do my first fic writing challenge based on the absolute bop that is Britney Spear’s “Only Wish (This Year)”. If you want to read more great Christmas fics by some amazing writers checkout the Christmas Song Masterlist Here and if you want to read and more of my writing check out My Masterlist Here. I hope you enjoy!! 

"Love I think the tree looks a little crooked"

"No, it's not! It looks fine," you grumbled as you tried to fluff one of the branches that was limping to the left a bit. You had just gone out with Anne yesterday to the Christmas tree farm to get it. The two of you spent nearly two hours walking around the field looking for the perfect tree to put in the living room and after your fingers and toes had officially gone completely numb the two of you gave up and settled for the lanky one in the corner of the field that no one wanted. The tree towered over you quite a bit and had a bit of a tilt, but it reminded you a bit of Harry and this Christmas that was what you wanted, him.

"The reindeer you just hung up is about to fall off, Love" he mumbled from the screen of your computer as he face-timed you from the studio in LA. Rushing over to the left side of the tree, you scooped up the ornament quickly just as it was beginning to slide off of the scrawny branch you had placed it on earlier. As you less than gracefully began to pick yourself off the ground, you heard a wolf whistle come from your husband.

"On second thought, if you keep bending down like that I think I might actually like this tree" Harry stated with a smirk as you gave him the middle finger. "Your mom and I picked it out yesterday cause we thought it looked like you. A little lanky, a little scrawny... looks like he just rolled out of bed" you replied with a laugh.

"I'm going to spare my ego and pretend you didn't just compare your beautiful, loving, and supportive husband to that sad drooping tree you have in the corner."

"(Y/n) is that Harry you're talking to in there? Tell him he better be making it home for Christmas Eve dinner or I'm going to be having a stern talking with Jeff" Anne shouted from the kitchen where she was finishing up some cookies for when Gemma and Michal' today.

You could see the color drain from Harry's face as he scratched the back of his neck. You and Harry have been married now for a little over a year but had been dating for well over three, so you know his every tick and giveaway and when Harry begins to scratch and rub at the back of his neck you know it's bad news.

"I've got this really good chorus started with Mitch, but were still trying to figure out whether-"

"Harry"

"We spent all of yesterday  working through the tracklist and I think I've narrowed it down to-"

"Harry"

"I think I'm going to end the album with the song I wrote on our honeymoon. I tweaked the melody but it's still-"

"Harry" you whispered for the last time before he finally stopped his rambling. You could see him by the way he was avoiding your stare that he didn't want to say the words you both were dreading. He isn't coming home for Christmas. You both knew it was a possibility when he flew out to LA nearly five weeks ago to finish the album before the new year. Despite Harry's offer of having you come to LA with him, your job didn't allow you the luxury of taking off that much time especially during one of your busiest times of the year. You had held out hope that Kid Harpoon and Harry could tie up all of the loose ends ahead of time, but clearly, that wasn't going to happen.

"I tried baby, I really did. There are just too many little things that need to get done here. I promise I'll try and make it back next week, we can have our own little Christmas together in London" he stated trying the lighten his crushing words. This was supposed to be your first Christmas as a married couple together so to say you were disappointed would be an understatement, but you knew that if you let Harry know he would be on the first flight out to London.

"It's ok, we both knew this could happen. I'm sure Anne and I will spend way too much time fussing over Adelaide to even notice you're not here" you replied back trying to lighten the mood a bit more by mentioning Gemma's adorable two-year-old daughter.

"Stop rubbing it in" he joked as Jeff called his name in the background. "I need to get back in before they all have my head for keeping them here past midnight again. I'll try and sneak another call later tonight if you're still up"

"So good, H. I love you"

"I love you too, (Y/n). See you soon" Harry replied back as he hung up. You closed your laptop and continued your quest to finish decorating your slightly distorted Christmas tree. Securing the lights onto the tree had somehow become the hardest part of decorating the tree, so while you were wrapped in a mess of bulbs and strings you didn't even notice Anne come in with two cups of hot chocolate.

"Oh dear let me give you a hand" Anne muttered as she placed the mugs on the coffee table before rushing to your side, delicately untangling you from the lights while placing each string perfectly in its place. You gave her a quick thanks before you walked over to the couch to admire your work.

"He texted me to check up on you, that crazy son of mine. Swear I love him, but sometimes he's got just no sense of priorities. Leaving his wife all alone for the holidays, just not right" Anne said as she passed you a mug and sat down next to you.

"I appreciate you belittling your son on my behave, but reset assured that I am ok. I'm sad we won't be able to spend our first Christmas together as a married couple, but I'm sure we'll have our own little Christmas once he gets back. Besides, I still get the full week off of work and I get to spend time with you and baby Adelaide for the next couple of days and it will be great!"

"Well if you ever need me to put him in his place you let me know, ok sweetheart? Can't have my favorite daughter-in-law feeling upset" she said as she wrapped her arms around you.

"Thanks, Anne" you replied as you gave her a tight squeeze, placing a kiss on her cheek.

"Anytime dear. Now quick, turn on channel Hollywood Gossip before Gemma shows up,  she never lets me watch this show. I heard Lily James was spotted with an ex-boyfriend again"

The two of you spend the next hour catching up on some gossip and making lists of everything that still needed to be done before Christmas in two days. If there was one thing you were certain about, it was that you were going to make the most of your situation and try and have the best Christmas possible

**********

It was Christmas eve and you had spent the entire morning cooking and prepping for the large family meal you and Anne were hosting for Gemma and Michal and a couple of close friends. The two of you had been absolutely buzzing and Christmas tunes had been playing throughout the house since you both woke up bright and earlier at 7 am. You had scoured your suitcase for the perfect Christmas outfit but after spending 20 minutes trying on outfits in the and had settled for one of Harry's red cardigans and some dark washed jeans. The smell of the vanilla candle that smelt just like Harry that Anne had left in your room last night made you miss him even more as you finished getting yourself ready just in time to hear the doorbell ring downstairs.

You peeked out the window and saw Gemma and Michal standing at the door with little Adelaide at their feet and quickly ran to the door to greet them. Once you opened the front door a pair of small arms wrapped themselves around your legs as Adalaide screamed your name.

"Well hello, my sweet girl. I missed you so much! Did you miss me?" you asked as she nodded quickly. You picked her up carefully and smothered her face in kisses just as Anne came over to greet everyone.  The five of you made your way out of the foyer and into the kitchen as Gemma wrapped her arms tightly around you and dragged you to the far end of the kitchen.

"Good afternoon my favorite sister. How is the married life treating you? Any surprises I should be worried about this Christmas?" she asked as she stole a Christmas cookie off of one of Anne's various dessert displays.

"It's been very nice, thank you. I don't think you'll be having any surprises from me this Christmas"

"Pitty I was hoping they be able to be in the same class as their cousin could go to school together," she said nonchalantly smirking at you as you stood there confused.

'What do you mean cousins? Adelaide already in day-care and I don't-- Oh my gosh Gemma are you -"

"Shh don't say it out loud, but yes. About eight weeks along, but we haven't told anyone yet. I'm telling you because last time I told you everything went well, so I think you're my good luck charm... and I need you to drink all of the shots Chloe tries to feed me tonight" She mumbled as you laugh and give her a big hug.

"Well congratulations Gem, I wish you both the best. Hey Adelaide, did you know what special person is going to be joining you really soon?" you asked the little girl in your arms as she played with the butterfly necklace Harry had gotten you for your second anniversary together.

"Santa"

"You're right baby Santa is coming tonight. Why don't you help me and Nana Anne finish decorating these last cookies before everyone gets here"

**********

The night was fantastic. After all of the guests had arrived, you all sat down to eat the wonderful roast Anne had been making all day. The room was filled with laughter and smiles as people recounted their most embarrassing Christmas stories. Your favorite was Michal's who as a child got so excited about seeing Santa at the mall that he actually peed on Santa's lap while telling him what he wanted for Christmas. Gemma discreetly slid her shot glass to you numerous times throughout the night and despite the questioning looks coming from Chloe, no one questioned Gemma's excuse of being the designated driver this year. Overall it was by far one of your favorite holiday meals to be a part of, you only wish Harry could have been there to share it with you.

"Me pants are about to explode, but does anyone fancy a little Christmas Eve stroll outside?" Michal asked as he cuddled a sleeping Adelaide to his chest.

There was a chorus of agreements and your large group slowly began to clean up their placemats and prepare themselves for the trek out in the snow. You helped Gemma load the dishwasher as Anne distributed Tupperware for everyone to take leftovers home with them before running upstairs to grab your winter jacket and boots. After everyone was all bundled up, you all headed outside into the snow, Gemma, and Michal leading the way as walked along the sidewalk. You watched the way Gemma placed a snowflake on Adelaide's nose and waited for the little girl to giggle before quickly wiping it off just to do it all over again. You continued to watch the interaction with a yearning in your heart at the thought of having your own kids with Harry and being able to take them on walks and show them ordinary things like snowflakes. Just as you had begun to drift off into your subconscious world Anne came up next to you and wrapped her arms with yours.

"That will be you someday, I can just feel it" Anne stated as she squeezed your hand tight. You gave her a small smile and nodded your head.

"I hope so. Just have to get your son to stay in one spot long enough" you joked as you rubbed your hands together for warmth.

"That man worships the grown you walk on, Love. If you tell him you want kids right now he'll drop everything"

"Hopefully when I get him back next week we can talk about it all a bit more" you replied as Anne nodded her head.

Your walk lasted about a half-hour until Adelaide began to cry saying she was tired and wanted to go to bed. You all preceded to head back into Anne's home for a bit to warm up before everyone would drive back to their respective homes to continue to celebrate their Christmases. Being the busy body that you were, you began to make tea for everyone in the hope of avoiding the dreaded interrogation about Harry and your's relationship that always came towards the end of these gatherings, but it never came. You think Anne must have warned them that you were feeling somewhat sad about Harry not being there because they managed to avoid the topic throughout the rest of the night. Just as the clock struck midnight everyone slowly began to say their goodbyes and exchanging any last-minute gifts that needed to be given. You helped Anne gather everyone's things and waved your last goodbyes before heading into the living room to relax a bit.

"I'm a bit wiped out dear so I think I'm going to head to bed early. Will you be ok here by yourself?" Anne asked cautiously as you scrolled through some pictures Harry had sent you the other day of him at the studio.

"Yes, I think I'll be ok. Have a good night Anne and thank you for a wonderful Christmas"

"No thanks needed dear, you're family now and always will be. I'll see you in the morning".

You waved a quick goodbye as Anne left upstairs to her room. The silence downstairs was only making your feelings of missing Harry worse so you decided to put on the TV and watch a Christmas movie to lift your spirits a bit as you cuddled Harry's picture to your chest. You know he was having Christmas Eve dinner with Jeff's family now and you didn't want to bother him so you decided that you would suck it up and wait until tomorrow to call him and tell him how much you really miss him. All you wanted this Christmas was to have him sitting next to you, sipping on a couple of hot chocolate and making fun of your weirdly patterned socks.

You hoped that flipping through the tv channels would help distract you but the minute you started channel surfing and Love Actually popped up on the screen in front of you, the waterworks began. You cried because you missed Harry. You cried because you didn't get to share all of your happy memories of today with him. You cried because you could cuddle him to sleep and wake up to his delicious scent. There you sat in his childhood home wrapped in a fuzzy blanket crying. You sobbed into the blanket as quietly as you could in the hopes of not waking up Anne and after what felt like an eternity, you finally fell asleep on the couch

*********

You were peacefully asleep on the couch until the sound of music blasting from the kitchen speaker startled you awake. 

“I signed my letter that I sealed with a kiss I sent it off, and just said this...”

"Oh, fucking shit. Stupid fucking Tom calling me at..." you heard as a crash came from the kitchen.

You jumped from your curled up position on the couch and turned around to see where the noise was coming from. As you sank deeper into the couch hoping not to be seen, you saw a silhouette moving around the kitchen searching the drawers. Your pulse began to race as you start to run all of the potential ways in which this intruder could kill you right now. Just as you were about to reach for your phone to call 999, the intruder turned on the light and you saw a familiar head of curly hair.

"Jesus fucking christ Harry nearly gave me a heart attack" you stated as Harry nearly jumped out of his skin.

The two of you stared at each other for a while before you finally processed what was going on. Harry was here. Harry had made it. He was here for Christmas. He came. You all but sprinted off of the couch and launched yourself at him, hearing release gasp as you latched on to his body like a koala.

"Nearly gave me a heart attack there, love" he stated as he wrapped his arms around you and ran his hands through your hair.

"I could say the same thing. Who comes home after midnight and doesn't say anything, especially when said person said many times that they weren't going to be to make it home"

"Wasn't supposed to be home but then mom said you looked upset after our call yesterday so I told Jeff I would finish the rest in the London studio and zoom call any last-minute details. Excited to have me home?" he asked with a smirk.

"No" you stated trying to hide your excitement.

"Come on Love, don't lie to me. I'm excited to be home. Get to spend Christmas with my beautiful, smart, kind, amazing wife.  Get to shower her with gifts. Best Christmas ever"

"Definitely best Christmas ever" you mumbled back as you leaned in and kissed him, savoring the taste of his lips after so long.

"I have one more surprise for you that I think you'll like" he stated as he broke away from the kiss.

"What" you whined as he laughed at you.

"Told Columbia that I'd make the record, but that I'm not releasing it till the end of next year. Want to settle down a bit more, gain more stability in case..." he trailed off as he cheeks turned pink.

"In case what?" you asked innocently even though you knew exactly what he was insinuating.

"In case you want to try for a baby like we talked about on our honeymoon. Said you wanted more stability from me before we started trying so this me giving you that. Don't want to pressure you or anything and this is your choice and I don't- "

"Yes," you whispered.

"Yes?" he questioned before you nodded your head and wrapped your arms around his neck.

Tears appeared in his eyes as he spun you around the kitchen. You laughed as he chanted "baby baby baby" quietly as to not wake Anne but the joy in his expression spoke volumes. You were both ready for this next chapter in your life and whatever happens next, as long as you were together, you knew everything would be ok.

“Hey babe” you whispered as Harry continued to cheer quielty. 

“Yes, Love?”

“Is Britney Spears your ringtone?”

“Maybe... It’s festive!” he defended as you laughed

“Ok love, whatever you say” 

Hope you all enjoyed and happy early Christmas to all who celebrate and a Happy Holidays everyone!!

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #harry styles masterlist #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #Christmas #harry styles x fluff

[mr-saturnnn]

hii! just wanted to pop in and say your art is beautiful and charming, i love the way you draw kennith! btw in your opinion, what is the most underrated/obscure ghost and pals ship you'd like to see more about?

hello! tysm for the compliment! i really appreciate it! ✨

hmmm. i would like to know more about:

Stephanie x Lilia

Cakey x Slurpee

other lesbian pairings which include Cakey, Slurpee, Say, Nana, and Candle Queen (just anything with them bc i don't remember them being shipped with someone else in a lesbian couple-)

pairings with Adres (Coup d'état)

just new Ghost characters (like songs since 2020) in general

and. yeah me being just a Chrisken shipper. i don't really know about other pairings and i would like to fill gaps in knowledge :<

Chriskennith is also underrated though........

aaand I like Charon x Norman and I'm glad it's popular and canon!!!

#askbox #ghost and pals

[flirtyhyuck]

ily

; how jaemin expresses love without saying it directly

; jaemin x gender neutral reader

; love languages, pure fluff

; 3k wc

Words of Affirmation

Jaemin doesn't have a way with words, something clear since the day you met. With his simple vocabulary consisting of mostly sound effects, you wonder how he's able to melt you with the slightest mumble of praise. It's everything about him - everything other than his actual words. It's his compliments coated in honey, slipping from his wide grin beneath gleaming eyes, so earnest and loving, that has your chest tightening.

"You're even more gorgeous in person," he cooed when you first met, blinking in appreciation but not straying away from your eyes at all, not even when you stare back in shock. Everyone loves a compliment or two but online, no matter how much you appreciated it, Jaemin's emojis and capital letters were no match for the cheesiness of his physical expression.

He never learns to tone it down, always sending you an appreciative once over along with a wave of adoring words to last you for a month. Whether that be in the form of text messages, shouting across the hallway, romantic whispers, Instagram comments, or even bragging about you with his friends, Jaemin loves to talk.

"Hey, princess," he greets you sleepily, feet dragging across the kitchen tiles with no energy to put into actual steps. You smile at his messy black bed hair and turn back to your coffee, stirring with an absent mind. He never learned to stick to one pet name, always bouncing around the few he's become accustomed to. You think he's picked up on your favourites though, usually choosing to call you princess with a proud lick of lips.

"Morning," you chime back, finally lifting the cup to your lips with a hesitant sip. Hot, you think, but let the boiling drink into your mouth anyway, too tired to care about the pain.

Jaemin seems to notice it, sending you a playful giggle as he pops his favourite sunflower seed bread into the toaster. You glare back and put the mug down with a roll of eyes, clicking your tongue at his teasing through a fond smile. Your boyfriend sighs, leaning back against the counter with crossed arms and a soft gaze before humming out, "have I ever told you how cute you look in the mornings?"

You halt for a moment before your lips tug up slightly, shy, and you bring the coffee back up to hide your loving reaction. "You have," you groan in exasperation, raising a brow at the man to ask what of the comment. As if an embarrassed school girl, you avert your gaze and twiddle your thumbs, attentive to his response but becoming more and more flustered when you meet his eyes.

"It seemed like a good time to tell you again then," he chuckles with a shake of his head. With a tilt of his head, observing like an innocent puppy, the corner of his lips tug up into an attractive smirk. His words are knowing when he coos, "my princess is so pretty in the mornings. Still sleepy and in my clothes."

"Yours," you sigh back in a daze, pupils shaping into hearts at the very sound of the word. The hem of his jumper rolls between your fingertips and you drown in the familiarity of the comforting fabric, worn down and mixed with both of your scents.

"Adorable you are," he lulls, turning around to pop out the toast impatiently. It hasn't gotten brown yet. Jaemin spins back around after putting the bread back in with a groan, giving your sleepwear a once over before silently thinking to himself, contemplating. "You should wear that blue shirt you bought last week," he suggests.

You'd never thought about wearing it to work before.

"I really like how it looks on you," he compliments, genuine and whole-hearted about his appreciation.

"Thank you." There's those butterflies again, the cloudy feeling in your head as your confidence raises just the slightest, reassured. Accepting compliments is always a struggle but with Jaemin, there's not even any room to ponder the praise, a statement said with so much simplicity and care that doubt just isn't correct.

Jaemin adds, "though I think you look good in everything.*

Acts of Service

When they say chivalry isn't dead, they're talking about Jaemin. There's no doubt his pride when it comes to helping you out, so in love with receiving a thankful kiss or smile that he'll go out of his way any time he can. Dishes after a dinner party, making the bed every morning, stocking the groceries, making breakfast, dropping you off to work or school - the list goes on but by far his absolute favourite is giving massages.

With an echoing, exhausted groan you fall into the hot bathtub with closed eyes, allowing your body to slowly submerge and get used to the heat. The water is a pastel purple, white glitter floating on the top with tiny daisies bobbing up and down with every wave your fingers send their way. The air is filled with an artificial lavender similar to that of your car freshener but you appreciate the effort anyway, taking in a deep breath letting the scent flow through your brain like peach fuzz. Candles are lit on your sink counter, the closed lid of your toilet, and the corners of the bathtub itself. Jaemin asks if you'd like the lights off with that and you nod softly, listening to the switch flick as soft music lulls through the air, reverberated by your bathroom walls.

"I made a playlist for this too," Jaemin grins proudly at his Spotify playlist listed as a single bathtub emoji. How appropriate. He sets it down on the floor at a low volume and lets the world fade away, only orange candle wicks slowly burning away with the movement of water to fill your blank minds.

Jaemin sits outside the tub, fully clothed but just as content, with an adoring gaze laid upon his open palms. "Do you like it, princess?" he asks, already knowing your answer but dying to hear it himself.

"Oh Nana, how much I love this," you lilt through an exhausted smirk, eyes fluttering open to appreciate his skin glowing in the fire light, "you must've worked so hard on this just for me. Everything is absolutely perfect and I couldn't have asked for anything more, you didn't even need to do this in the first place."

He beams, satisfied, "as long as you like it then all the work is worth it." You hold back an adoring grin, biting on your trembling lip so painfully that you try to grip at the cloudy purple water. He's kind and you just feel so special. "How was work?" he asks, redirecting the conversation.

"Ugh," you deflate at the thought, twirling a daisy stem into Jaemin's hair distractedly. He accepts it with a cute smile. "I was assigned to sort out bills in the afternoon so my neck and shoulders are killing me. I never want to look down again." Your neck tilts back with the words and there is a small pop in your neck, bones cracking grossly to show Jaemin just how awful it has actually gotten.

"Oh, baby, do you want a massage for that?" Jaemin's not the best as massages, hands always a little too gentle and wandering with soft touches rather than helping to release stress. Yet you accept anyway, absolutely lovestruck that he'd even offer after all he's done to set up the bathroom alone.

His hands awkwardly twist around your shoulders, the angle of the bathtub not leaving much room for his arms to be properly placed. The tips of fingers meet your shoulders first, pushing in awkwardly to try and undo the knots in your muscles after a long day. God, does he suck at this.

"Thanks, Jaemin," you whisper, genuine and appreciative.

Receiving Gifts

Everything always seems to remind Jaemin of you; planned or spontaneous, big or small, expensive or cheap, bought or handmade. The feeling of a fluttering heart never fleets when the man offers you a gift, his adoration for you held in the palms of his hands, ready to be taken by your own.

Sometimes the amount he offers is concerning, both because of how empty his wallet is getting and in exchange, how much space is it all taking up. The bathroom drawers are filled with lipsticks and eyeshadows Jaemin wanted to see you in, the sink right above it with two rubber ducks in matching scarves that he'd bought because "look! They're just like us. Duck couple!" The wardrobe is getting packed and packed with every new shirt the man buys for you, knowing that you've been looking for something like that for a while now. The jar is going to overflow soon, rocks that Jaemin collected by the seaside all packed for a mix of colour and texture through the glass.

"Y/n!" he calls out, the tone of voice familiar, the same eager excitement of a child getting ready to show their parents a painting they did in class today. His footsteps pad up loudly, practically stomping as he sprints, and you turn around to a familiar sight.

Jaemin stands tall, not at all affected by the running, with strong shoulders and hands behind his back suspiciously. You pretend to be clueless, wouldn't want to ruin a surprise after all. "Yes?" you reply, fond but unaware.

He becomes overjoyed by your unknowing attitude, heels bouncing up and down in an animated manner as he does his best to hold back the giant grin growing on his lips. He fails miserably, obviously. If holding the gift behind his back wasn't enough, Jaemin's eyes always glow in an overjoyed thrill when giving you something, curious of your reaction. "Guess what I got you."

He's practically shining, glimmering with the way he's staring up at you with stars spinning around his head. "You got me something?" you chirp, lifting yourself happily and trying to take a peek behind the boy's shoulder. Jaemin, like always, dodges your advance and takes a step back, a playful smirk on his face when he shakes his head with a click of his tongue.

"No peeking," he bites his tongue, "I said guess."

You blank at him, blinking with absent eyes before grunting out a "no."

Jaemin gives up easily, shoulders drooping down before he rolls his eyes. Through a wistful smile, he mumbles, "I got this for you."

This is the same too, his timidity whenever actually giving it to you, regressing into a shy attitude once the time for your reaction comes around. It's probably when he's most anxious in your relationship. His feet fall flat and he watches with curled shoulders as you gape at the tiny cupcake that finds its way from behind his back.

It's red velvet in a white paper liner and pink hearts iced all over top. "It's adorable," you peep, bending down to get a closer look before taking into your own grasp first, "this is for me?"

"Well I was hoping we would share," he chuckles, "but yes, I bought them with you in mind."

The cake is room temperature in your fingers, feeling like butter as you peel off the wrapper. "That's so sweet of you," you gush, looking back up at Jaemin feeling like you're about to burst.

"There's more." He rushes back to the hallway and bends down for a small white box that you hadn't noticed before, too distracted by the singular cake that Jaemin originally approached you with. It's cardboard with a silk red bow wrapped around the handle, draping down the prism with romantic waves. You almost want to keep the box too. There are all sorts of red velvet cupcakes, all the same paper but with different rises, sprinkles, icing patterns, and colours.

They're too sweet to eat.

Quality Time

Jaemin is busy. Extremely so. Stressfully so. Any time he has to himself are balanced halves dedicated to you and sleeping. Sometimes you feel like a burden, always taking up every second he isn't working, time he could be using to unwind alone, but he insists.

Jaemin pushes that he loves to be with you, even when he's too emotionally drained to chat or stressed to even be touched, Jaemin accompanies you. It's the small walks together to the SM building before late night practice or the new restaurant he's wanted to try in Itaewon. He's around.

"I'm sorry we didn't watch the one you wanted," you apologise yet again, kicking at the footpath sadly with your hands folded behind your back. The movie you begged profusely to see was definitely not at all what you thought it'd be and now, regretful, you realise that maybe that comedic drama Jaemin originally took you out for might've been the better option.

"I already told you to not be," he groans playfully, knocking his shoulder into your own until you stumble at the edge of the footpath, toeing onto the road before hopping back up to push him aside in retaliation.

"I wasted your time though," you sigh, solemn again. The sound on Jaemin's feet on cement pause and you look up from your own shoes to see him standing behind you, arms crossed and lips in a pout. You rush to explain yourself, panicked by his displeasing expression, "we just don't know when you're going to be free next so the only time we had was used stupidly…"

Jaemin stands stoic, unmoving, until you slow yourself down and he softens at your shy purse of lips. "Don't be sorry," he begins, moving into your personal space with a reassuring tug of lips, murmuring, "any time spent with you is enjoyable, I love being with you, don't ever feel guilty, okay?"

You worry at your lip, eyes darting around the cinema's screens to observe every other movie's showing times. Jaemin frowns even deeper at this, taking your silence badly and brushing a delicate thumb down your jaw to grab your attention.

Holding eye contact, stare holding so much intent, Jaemin repeats, "okay?"

A shaky sigh runs out your chest but Jaemin is pleased, dropping his hand to grin down at you encouragingly, patient. "Okay," you chuckle, awkward but just as happy with yourself as he is.

"Now let's go to the arcade, I'm not done with you yet."

Physical Touch

Jaemin loves to touch everyone. His friends, family, strangers, and especially you. It's his encouraging pats on the backs in place of 'good job', his hugs that make you forget the entirety of anything that isn't his hold. It's his delicate kisses on the cheek that light up anyone's mood, teasing yet loving all the same. His hands are always everywhere, it's always weird to see Jaemin on his own, not connected with another.

His hands are always wandering, finding home on any bareskin they can find, bare or under fabric. The touch is warm most days, other than when it's dry and cold outside, his fingertips taking on the temperature, but otherwise Jaemin's hands are clammy and rough, padding against your skin gently.

"Hey!" Jaemin yells, kicking at Donghyuck, who had slid into the seat next to you right before your boyfriend could. They bicker over the spot, pushing at one another like children until Renjun cuts them off in annoyance, shoving the youngest to the front seat with a curt glare.

"It's okay, Nana," you pout, leaning toward the passenger seat with a reassuring smile. Your fingers tug at his sleeve lovingly, twirling the fabric around your thumb and watching it fall loose before Jeno politely asks you to buckle up already. "We can sit together on the way back."

There wasn't anything to be lost, his shoulder is probably cramped from reaching into the backseat the entire car trip, holding onto your own outstretched hand or your ankle, fingers dipping into the cuff of your jeans tenderly. Only thing more he needed was to lay on your shoulder on the drive home.

Kisses of all kinds are Jaemin's thing, he puckers his lips, all ugly and chapped, before leaning in with mischievous eyes to pepper any surface of skin with kisses. It's especially dreadful when he's just gotten his makeup done, tacky lip tints and glosses pressing marks of pink and glitter.

"Y/n! Come here," Jaemin waves his hands at you, calling you over to his vanity in the waiting room as the details of his hair get fixed for the second performance recording. His skin gleams grossly with sweat but he smiles so purely with so much affection that you can't help but approach the man with a mirrored look of adoration. It's hard to not ruffle his hair when he peers up at you cutely, the stylist pulling away until his head is facing the right way again.

You think of complimenting his performance but bite your tongue. Today isn't a praising sort of day for you and Jaemin. "What's up," you reply off handedly, tapping Jeno on the arm as he walks by to send the other man a thumbs up. He receives the gesture with a curt nod before going to get his own clothes fixed up.

Jaemin clicks his tongue and reaches for your hand, your fingertips now mildly damp from Jeno's own sweat, before pulling it up to his lips to place a small, sticky kiss. A small line is left on your knuckles, sheer red with silver glitter, and you cringe at the sight, internally melting at his sudden affections. Your boyfriend's lips tug up proudly before his hand weaves into yours silently, humming along to their song that plays in the background as your locked fingers settle on the arm of his chair.

Renjun steals Jaemin's attention from across the room but his thumb rubs along your pointer, gentle and present.

#jaemin #jaemin x reader #jaemin fluff #jaemin fanfic #nct #nct x reader #nct fluff #nct fanfic #nct dream #nct dream x reader #nct dream fluff #nct dream fanfic

[be-gay-do-heists]

this one’s for @privateerstudies who suggested hardison celebrating shabbat with the crew for a quick fic,, here it is

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It was up to chance whether Shabbat would fall during a con. Sometimes, they would get lucky; a job would take a few days start to finish, and Hardison would have time to get back to his apartment, call Nana, and get dinner together before putting aside everything that he was able to. Other times, Saturday would fall right in the middle of their plans. Then, it was a matter of where they were and what Hardison was able to put together.

This week it was a little podunk town in the Delta under the heel of a nearby corporate mega-farm, which was precisely the reason the team was there. Their setup had stretched a little longer than anticipated, and it looked like they would be there well into the weekend, making the hacker slightly nervous. Hardison had already gotten a stroke of luck in finishing his part of the hook early and having some spare time Friday afternoon to scramble and find things for Shabbat. Coming across an old-style Jewish grocery on Main Street had been another pleasant surprise. Not only did the small, dusty shop carry kosher wine and fresh-baked challah, but he spent a pleasant couple of hours talking to the daughter of the family who was working the register, learning how they had managed the same store for four generations. By the time he had wished her a good Shabbos and returned to the motel they were using as a base of operations, Hardison was feeling better about the evening. He had wine, challah, and candles he had brought from home. It would have to suffice.

As he was digging his kippah out of his backpack, there was a knock on his door. Sophie was standing on the other side. He grinned when he saw her. “Now, don’t tell me you’re trying to mooch off my Manischewitz,” he said, gesturing her in nonetheless.

Sophie rolled her eyes and smiled. “Please, I’m saving you from having to drink it all yourself, I know you’re a dreadful lightweight.” He noticed she had brought her own copy of the siddur they made together. “Now I would say we could get started, but I know Parker likes to watch.”

They turned in unison as the vent grate above their heads rustled minutely and the thief poked her head out. “I can come in?” she asked hopefully. Hardison waved her down and she landed without a sound, sitting on the floor against the bed. She watched, enraptured, as they lit the candles, and a serene look came over her face when they started singing and davening.

They welcomed Shabbat quickly, and had just finished kiddush when someone pounded on the door. Hardison was surprised to see Eliot on the other side, both with an armful of tupperwares and clean of the dust and grit his alias had acquired earlier in the day. The hitter shifted awkwardly once and then strode in, using the desk in the room to start unpacking food.

“Hey man, where’d you manage to cook a whole chicken dinner around here?” Hardison marveled, looking appreciatively at the steaming roast chicken coated with spices.

“Called in a favor,” was all Eliot said as he set up the meal. If his hands paused from the task momentarily while Hardison and Sophie said ha-motzi, no one commented on it.

When Nate finally stopped by a few minutes later, he didn’t even have to knock; Parker got the door for him and Eliot immediately shoved a plate of food in his hands. A bemused expression came over his face and he greeted Sophie, who was sharing the wine around in makeshift cups, with a kiss. Hardison distributed the challah he had sliced using Eliot’s pocketknife; he looked at them all, sitting on the floor, laughing, arguing, eating, and smiled. He didn’t know why he had been so worried. With them, Shabbat always went right.

#leverage #miko speaks #fic #my fic #shabbat shalom to my leverage jewtuals #its a little messy but it was good to write #i am not immune to putting parker in vents #if you would like to talk to me about jewish life in the american south (my thesis topic) i will die (of happiness) #i just think it is fun when the team is a family. thats all

[purpleplaid17]

Jess Watches Final Results - Day 156 & 157 [x]

Resident Alien wins with 13 of 21 votes!

A rough episide for the women (and plaid) of Patience: Asta has ptsd, Kate and her phantom but-actually-very-real baby (Wouldn't she be expressing milk?), Liv and her very mean nana, Judy deserving someone who appreciates her, with D'arcy trying to comfort everyone. A group hug and some pie *slaps away Harry's hand* is in order.

I voted for Severance because:

The voices Dylan and Helly could hear were his kid and her dad, right? Did Lumon feed that in or were they actually remembering?

Did the name (Christopher?) crossed off on one of Mark's packing boxes mean anything?

Who was the man in Cobel's photo?

The hand holding!

The candle was a test for both of them!!

[ Enter Sandman ]

#final results #day 156 #day 157

[thedambookdragon]

Seth's Death

Hello!! Here are my headcanons about the upperclassmen (+ Abby and Wymack kinda) and Seth's death, I made myself very sad writing this, enjoy (: CW: death, swearing. Characters belong to the All For The Game series by Nora Sakavic

The only thing Seth and Matt really argued about was keeping the window in the bedroom open.

Seth was a Cold Person. He would fling the window open, let the fresh air and freezing temperature in, and pass out in a vest and boxer shorts.

Matt however, is a Warm Person. Almost every night, he would slam the window closed and argue that it was freezing.

“It’s mid-July, it’s fucking boiling.”

“It’s ANTARCTICA in here.”

The night Seth died, Matt only went back into his room once, for his pajamas. There was no way he was sleeping in there alone.

And the window was wide open. Seth, the bastard, had turned the entire room into the North Pole again, so it would be cold enough when we got back, drunk and exhausted, from clubbing.

But he never came back, he was never coming back, he was-

Dan found him a while later, head against the windowsill, taking deep breaths of cold, fresh air, fingers wrapped round the handles of the dresser that Seth stubbed his toe on so many times.

Matt left the window open after that.

He was used to the cold now anyway.

Danielle Wilds was the first female captain in NCAA exy and had put up with a lot of shit from her male teammates, including Seth Gordon.

Then, the new season started, Seth’s more toxic friends had left, and as he fell for Dan’s blonde-haired, high-heeled roommate, Dan was slowly learning to live with Seth’s existence- appreciated it even, especially after getting a blackout-drunk Allison home to her and Renee, respectfully and safely.

The first time Dan had been left alone with him, he was stood, maybe a little awkwardly, in the girl’s doorway as he waited to take Allison out.

“She doesn’t like flowers,” Dan said, pointedly.

“I know,” said Seth, annoyed. “They’re lilies. For her grandmother?”

Oh. Allison had been close with Nana Lily and her husband even through the drama with her parents, and had cried for days when she had died- a year ago, Dan realised.

More annoyed that Seth had remembered something that she hadn’t, Dan turned and left him alone.

From there, a strange friendship blossomed as Seth made himself comfortable with the team, eating dinner with them, taking Allison out to dates, and most importantly, actually listening to Dan when she gave him instructions- even when he and Allison were off.

The night he died, Dan flopped herself down at her desk as usual, to write a note in her journal. She wanted the normalcy to steady her, staying strong for her team, but then she remembered that it was Seth who bought her the planner.

He had picked one up for her at the grocery store the same day she lost her old one, and handed it to her with a borderline rude, “Captains should keep track of their things, Dan.”

Dan put her head in her hands and cried. She was going to miss that asshole.

Renee Walker mourned Seth’s death the only healthy way she knew- lighting a candle and praying.

She remembered the first time she met Seth, and had seen the hopelessness in him. She saw how he was waiting for another person to give up on him, but also saw how he clung to the foxhole court with a ferocity she could only respect.

That didn’t sit well with Renee at all, but she forced it aside as she and her roommates dealt with their teammates’ sexism and forged their own friendships.

She got her chance the same time Dan did, when Seth proved her theory right and stuck with the foxes, hanging around their dorm day after day, watching as she baked cookies and brownies and cupcakes.

“Where did you learn to bake?” he asked once, rude but making an effort.

“My foster mother taught me,” Renee replied, stirring blue food dye into icing for Matt’s birthday. “Do you know how?”

“Yeah,” said Seth, a little defensive still. “I used to make all sorts of shit with my brothers.”

“Have you ever made fruitcake?”

“Yeah.”

“Would you like to help?”

The next day, Seth showed up with a battered-looking notebook filled with children’s scraggly handwriting, and him and Renee happily went through it with him, deciphering recipes and making a mess.

She had burned with a quiet satisfaction at the time, thrilled to have an in with her sulkiest teammate.

That feeling was gone now. He had once said, jokingly, that if something happened to Seth, Renee could keep his recipe book.

She would keep the recipe book. She would use it as often as she could, her own tribute to yet another life taken so soon.

Wymack was Seth’s emergency contact, and if Seth was alive when he found that out, he might have been a little happy about it. He walked into the hospital, found Allison, and took her home. As tough as Wymack was, he didn’t want to see Seth. Not like that. 

Seth acted like he hated everyone and everything at any given time, but his willingness to win, to make something out of what Wymack gave him, shone through in team meetings, when he argued, aggressively but thoroughly and sensibly, about plays, teammates, what to order for takeout and which opponent will be the hardest to take down.

He could have been something. He could have been something great, and Wymack had known it. He hoped that Seth had known it, too.

Abby was with Wymack, drinking wine and going through medical history paperwork, when he got the call. She cried right there and then, shocked at how easily she accepted it. She let Wymack go down there without her, and would have put the paperwork aside if she wasn’t looking at Seth’s history. She filled it out as neatly as she could, because what else could she do?

Then there was Allison. She was there, when paramedics rushed into the club bathroom and pulled him out on a stretcher, club staff staring impassively as Seth, her Seth, was pronounced dead on arrival. 

She didn’t cry. She would cry later, when her whole body wasn’t numb from the shock, when she realised that she wasn’t too drunk, she wasn’t dreaming, and Seth really wasn’t waking up.

She would cry when she next saw lilies, or brownies with raisins mixed in, or the number six jersey left crumpled on her bed. And then she would pull herself together.

These memories would be painful for a long, long time. But at least this way, Allison would remember him.

#okay im sad now #all for the game #aftg #the foxhole court #tfc #the raven king #the kings men #seth gordon #allison reynolds #dan wilds #renee walker #matt boyd #david wymack