#i guess during the periods nobody saw them

[twopoppies]

Hello Gina! I’ve been reading comments about H’s hiatus pretty much all day and I would like to bring my personal POV.

I’ve always been more oriented into alternative british scene. When 1D was at their peak during 2011-2014 so were many of my really loved bands - their greatest album has been released during this period of time, they played the best shows and I even had a chance to meet some of my back-in-the-day crushes. So it probably won’t be any secret what happend next - after the their top came their downfall. Some bands didn’t get the recognision they deserved and so they called it quit. Some bands haven’t topped their most famous album and so they called it quit. There was one particular band I loved the most and I can’t describe how disappointed I was when I saw them live after 5 years (back in 2017) and just came to opinion they are no longer what they used to be when I saw them last time in 2012. And guess what - they called it quit too, had few “just for fun” shows last year after another 5 years of unspoken hiatus and nobody expect them to be active (make another album and do some bigger tour) anymore.

So yes, I have witnessed so many heartbreak hiatuses and band breakups. So I’m trying to stay calm about how long it will take H to come back. Yes, I am also sad and got emotional and bit anxious how the future will look like especially when I read that this is basically his first real hiatus and nobody knows what will come next. Yes, he had my 99% interest over the last year and I can’t imagine not seeing him on stage almost every other day wearing cute outfits and doing funny interactions with fans. But I’m trying not to be dramatic because I’m sure H will come back “when the time is right” and it will be great. I don’t know how Shawn Mendes is popular in this fandom but imagine being his fan - he announced huge world tour 2 years ago after covid, played like 4 shows and took a few weeks break because of his mental health problems…and then he cancelled whole tour and nobody knows how long this hiatus will last, there’s no upcoming album and definitely no tour. He’s active from time to time on IG but that’s all. Or Lewis Capaldi who realised new album in May and now he’s on break too because of his health and nobody knows how long it will take. So I think people may stop be overdramatic about H, be happy and grateful what we got for last year and that he hopefully got his mental health sorted and found his balance so he can rest and then work again. I am personally taking it as a time for myself, my own personal growth because to be honest, being 99% focused on H was a bit tiring for me and now I can focus on everything else.

He’ll be alright. And so we will be.

Hi, sugar. Thanks for your perspective. I haven't really come to any conclusions, but I don't think H is in a rush to release music just to release music. He's got to be able to see that topping where he's at right now is next to impossible, and he's not going to want to release something he doesn't love with his whole heart. I find it curious that Sony hasn't posted anything about re-signing him (although I'm sure he would sign with them if he signs anywhere). Yet Rob Stringer was at the last show, so I don't think there's any bad blood. So, that makes me think that possibly they're holding off until they can make a big splash with the announcement. I don't think he's going away forever. But I do think he's going to take his time and come back "when the time is right".

I think we've been incredibly lucky as fans that he was able to put on such an incredible tour over these last 2 years, especially when you look at people like Shawn and Lewis who've been struggling with their mental health and had to pull back. I honestly can't imagine the pressure they're all under. Harry just makes it look easy, but we all know it takes an insane amount of hard work, a massive amount of support, and a huge dose of luck to survive the music industry.

I was speaking with someone this morning, too, about taking time for myself. Outside of my friends, Harry is the main reason I'm here these days, and if he's stepping back for a bit, it may be a good time to do the same. We'll see.

I hope he takes a much needed rest. I hope he does things that inspire and refresh him. I hope he finds balance and has time to do things he hasn't before. And, selfishly, I hope we see him again soon.

#harry's hiatus

[carmoronic]

hiiiiiii can you do Kou, Nene, and Mitsuba (separate) with a fem!s/o who needs help feeding themselves? Like at home one of their older siblings or parents has to help them bring the spoon to their mouth and/or spoon feed em because they're so nervous about eating? I have OCD type ARFID and I'm always really scared of eating to the point I need help feeding myself and comfort from my favorite characters might help lol

yes :) and I’m sorry u have to go through that. I really hope this post can help you like u said it could :).

Btw, i never finished tbhk so I only saw like 8 minutes screentime of mitsuba, so I’m not going to do them if that’s fine :)

requested : yes

hcs, and a little one shot I guess

FEM!READER x Kou

FEM!READER x Nene

disclaimer: I’m not rlly sure how the hell to write this so if I post it like 5 days after ur request I apologize 😭

also I’m a person who writes small books so if I start writing like it’s a book I apologize 💀

NENE and KOU with a fem!s/o who has trouble feeding themselves.

NENE

she only really noticed it the first time she came to ur house, because (let’s just say y’all don’t have the same lunch period)

She can’t see you eat at lunch, she noticed the fact that you were not eating just pretty much staring at your food.

“…? Why aren’t you eating the meal I prepared :(“ said nene.

huh? said you

“you have been staring at it for a while now, do u not like how it smells or something?” Said nene.

No! I do like how it smells it’s just I have troubles with feeding myself, because I get so nervous about it, it’s nothing with ur cooking i promise. Said you

“Oh, do you want me to help you? If that’s what u need.”

a/n honestly u prolly say no and she takes the food and puts it to ur mouth anyways. You eat it tho so 👻

now she knows that most of the time she will definitely find a way to visit u in ur lunch period. If she can’t she will find one of ur or her close friends that she trusts or knows u trust to feed you . She just loves u so much, she even makes ur fav meals just because how much she loves you :)

guys IK it’s cannon that nene can’t cook but it’s wtv

Wait I’m pretty sure it’s kou who can cook LMAO.

KOU

I feel kou would notice it rather quickly like one day he just sat with you while hanako pulled out the bentos that nene prepared for you three and then Hanako finally gave you yours.

13 minutes pass.

you still haven’t touched ur food, why?

huh?

why aren’t u eating

oh, sorry I’m just nervous.

huh?

yeah I just get nervous when it comes to feeding myself.

he doesn’t even need you to say more he just grabs the food and puts it to ur mouth, u eat it with a happy face bc I said so .

kou loves u sm that he js can’t see u pretty much harming urself, bc if ur nervous to eat on ur own how r u gonna eat when nobody’s home? so he’s just always around u during meal times. Just for this :)

#tbhk kou #tbhk #tbhk manga #tbhk x y/n #tbhk x reader #nene yashiro #nene x reader #nene yashiro x reader #kou x reader #x reader #x y/n #toilet bound x reader #toilet bound hanako kun

[workingforitallthetime]

friends, it was a true joy to see rutger pull gavin down on top of him right in front of my own two human eyes, but i gotta tell you that the best thing about being at yost tonight was that my seat turned out to be right in view of the scratches in the pressbox. here are some things that i saw:

johnny tying seamus's tie for him

johnny and seamus having a water bottle flipping contest

good boy jacob truscott watching the game attentively while seamus and johnny and phil were on their phones

frankie joining the pressbox in the second period but sitting apart from the other four players like he's trying to reinforce my headcanons or something

johnny kicking back with his sneakers up on the table

seamus enthusiastically dancing to the blues brothers number during second intermission. johnny was bopping along too, but seated. only seamus stood up and got fully into it, and then he finished up with double finger guns and holstered them. nobody was watching this. (except me i guess.) this was solely for his own amusement. i am so glad to finally see some evidence of why everyone keeps saying he's a weirdo.

#they moved doors back by a half hour this year so there's no more special slippy slidey ice time :( #but still a treat to see moyle and rutger and luca out and about before warmups #(rutger bopping along to superstitious in the stands)

[bodies-needs-a-fandom]

Some headcanons abt the detectives bc I'm bored.

(disclaimer: i have not read the comic and don't intend to so if there are any OG bodies stans that know canon facts which dispute any of these headcanons, I want to note that I am only talking about the show here, not the book)

Karl:

Definitely a bi disaster. He has a preference for women, but he's very aware of his attraction to men as well and doesn't see anything wrong with it.

Secretly has a massive sweet tooth, but it doesn't fit his cool-guy vibe so nobody knows about it

If he could wear fishnets and multiple piercings, he would.

He has never liked reading. It isn't his thing, at all - he's always been a very modern person and movies are just so much better. He avoids paperwork like the plague and every time a case requires a lot of reading he considers giving up and cold-casing it just so he can skip the boring research.

If he was ever transported to 2023, he would despise most of it. Mostly the no-smoking rules. But one thing he would like is the rom-coms and the reality tv shows - specifically the awful ones. He likes laughing at people.

Shahara:

Judging by the colorful middle-school-art-teacher outfit vibes, she was very into art - specifically floral impressionistic styles - but had to drop it when she became a mother and a cop. Just didn't have the time

Has been to every pride parade she ever had time for. Probably unlabeled and no gender preference

Was a massive rebel as a teenager. Snuck out to house parties, drank underage, probably faked an ID once or twice. Or three times.

Hates crime mystery novels - not because they're bad, just because she's good enough at her job to be able to easily nitpick the plotholes and immediately guess the killer.

If bodies was a show in her world, she would be a stan. Like she'd have made a whole fan acc and everything.

Alfred:

If he could wear piercings, he definitely would. Not many. He's not that extravagant. But he'd probably have a couple earlobe piercings and he'd usually wear studs or very small hoops, mostly in silver or bronze.

stole his mum's dress as a kid once when she wasn't home. He liked it, but when she found out she was furious and he never did it again.

I think he had a decent relationship with his father at first, but as he grew older and continued to suck at lying his parents Figured Things Out the relationship sort of dwindled. They don't speak now. There was no dramatic moment, but eventually the periods of silence grew longer until they never stopped.

He's very interested in fashion. Goes out of his way to keep up with trends and so on.

Work comes first for him because even though he loves Charlotte and Polly with all his heart, it becomes difficult to pretend around them all the time, and a good case is also good escapism.

During his time deducing The Shake, he accidentally stumbled along a different Shake which meant something else entirely and it all got rather embarrassing from there.

Iris:

had an emo phase, which heavy quotations around 'phase'. The fashion style changed, obviously, but she's still emo in spirit. We all know it.

She probably played the cruellest pranks on Alby known to man. To be fair, Alby fought back just as hard - especially after that one time that Iris accidentally spilled water on his new fancy tech during a prank gone wrong when they were teenagers. THAT did not end well for her and there were definitely a shitton of slugs involved or something equally disgusting

Hates sweets. or sugar in general. Shes a fan of bitter, strong things. Like vodka, probably. Or that 'six-shots-of-espresso-nothing-else' monstrosity Crowley ordered in good omens

Tried to hit on Lorna a couple times early on and when Lorna remained totally oblivious she gave up.

Was really into true-crime stuff as a teenager, but nothing involving terrorists. Ever. For obvious reasons.

She saw Mannix as a sort of father figure for a breif period of time, which is part of the reason she was so loyal to him. Immediately after the incident at the throat in episode 5, she turned her parental figure attention to Shahara.

#bodiesnetflix #bodies #bodies2023 #alfred hillinghead #bodiesseries #shahara hasan #karl weissman #iris maplewood #headcanon #theory

[bluejaysandblackbats]

If There’s Nothing Missing In My Life…

Fandom: DC Comics, Superfam

Summary: Newly-emancipated popstar and child actor, Conner (screen name: Lucky) navigates high school and stardom on his own.

Chapters: 3/?

Characters: Conner Kent, Lois Lane, Roxy Leech, Rex Leech, Lois Lane, Clark Kent, Hillary Chang

Additional Tags: Highschool AU, Celebrity AU, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Exploitation, References to Depression, Conner Kent Needs a Hug, Conner Luthor, Lex Luthor is Conner’s Parent, Childhood Trauma, Self-Confidence Issues, Teen Angst, Angst, POV First Person, No Powers AU, Conner Kent-centric, Bisexual Conner Kent, POV Conner Kent, Protective Lex Luthor, Child Celebrity AU

Chapter Three: Turkey Sub

For my lunch period, some of the juniors and seniors walked to the beach to eat. I followed them and bought a beach towel to sit on while I ate my sandwich. I saw a camera flash and kept eating as if I didn't know what was going on. Hillary put her beach towel next to mine, and her friends joined me. I was relieved to have people around me that seemed pleasant. None of them asked me weird questions or made me feel like an outsider. "Hey, Lucky? You're from Metropolis, right?" one of Hillary's guy friends asked. I nodded. "Okay, so I ask everybody this. What's snow like? Is it soft? Does it feel like shaved ice? Have you ever built a snowman?"

I laughed. "Like floury but coarser... I guess it feels like baking soda," I replied, "And it's cold. It's like holding ice cubes in your hands."

"See! That's how you give a detailed answer, Hillary," he teased. I covered my mouth as I laughed and finished my sandwich.

"Okay, my turn... What are school dances like?" I asked.

My question got a mixed response. Hillary seemed to like them, but some of her friends didn't. "Ignore them. School dances are great. If you're not stressing about a date... And no, they're not like tv. It's wayyy cheaper, the decorations are crap, and there's no DJ. They use the school's stereos to play music... But the experience itself is fun. You get to hang out with your friends for a few hours, and nobody cares what you dance like... Not that that'll be a problem for you," Hillary replied.

"I'm sorry, was that a compliment?" I teased. Hillary laughed and shook her head.

"Not even close," Hillary teased.

"She's lying to you. School dances are hot and sweaty, the music sucks, and no one ever manages to actually spike the punch because there is no punch. It's just soda cans in a cooler. Oh, and you have to take your own pictures because it costs money," one of her female friends disagreed.

"Okay, those things are true, but it's still a great experience... Oh, and the parade. You're gonna love the parade," Hillary added. She seemed so excited. I think school was the only thing that excited her because she made me feel ordinary in comparison. It made me want to be her friend. I wasn't sure I could get her to notice me long enough.

My phone rang, and I sighed before answering. "Rex, I'm at lunch. No work talk please-."

"When were you gonna tell me you enrolled in the school for real?" Rex yelled. I held the phone away from my ear and pinched the bridge of my nose. "This is gonna put a damper on your acting career! Do you know how many projects you'll have to turn-."

"I'm taking time off of acting this year... But I'm working on music. I was gonna tell you after school. Also, please don't call me during school. I could get in trouble," I warned him.

"You're at lunch. I checked. Someone snapped a picture of you ten minutes ago... Who are those kids you're with?" Rex asked.

"None of your business. You know what? I didn't get emancipated-." I bit my lip because I realized Hillary and her friends were looking at me. I put on my sunglasses and took a breath. "I'm still gonna be working. Now, I have to find a balance between work and school... Like a normal kid."

"You're not a normal kid. You're Lucky. Try not to become so average that you lose your market value. Relatable doesn't sell anymore. What do you think this is 2012?" Rex replied. I hung up on him, and amid my frustration, I got up and walked back to campus alone. Sometimes Rex said things that hurt, and I figured that was part of the job. He manages me, tells me what I don't want to hear, I hang up, and we go through it all over again. I don't know, though. What he said at lunch hurt me so bad. I hated when people talked about me like I was a product to be bought and sold at their discretion. My dad didn't like it either.

I tried to shake the thought from my mind, but it only made things worse. I thought about texting Rex and giving him a piece of my mind or blocking him, but I knew that'd backfire and make me look like a jerk. I had to swallow it as I did with everything else. Rex took good care of me after I hired him. He promised to help me rebrand a little, and I think he was working hard on that. Rex said branding me as more mature now that I was emancipated would be great for my image. I didn't know what that meant, but it sounded good. I shifted my thoughts to that until I calmed down.

The bell rang, and I went to my final class of the day. I couldn't focus, though. My last class was packed with over forty kids, and we were all squished into a hot room with windows that rusted shut. Everything in my body wanted to panic, but I swallowed it and tried to listen as much as possible. The teacher approached my desk and whispered, "Are you alright?" Her voice was soft and sincere.

I nodded, but I wasn't sure I should've. My stomach felt weird. "Are you sure?" Ms. Ito asked.

"Can I go to the restroom?" I asked. She nodded. I took my backpack with me when I went, and I ran to the bathroom to throw up. I seldom got sick, so I knew something had to be wrong. When I could stand up, I called Rex.

"You told me not to call you at school," Rex replied.

I took a deep breath and tried to collect myself. "I feel sick," I replied.

"Okay..." Rex trailed off. "What do you want? A Tums?"

"Come pick me up. I'm gonna go to the office and sign myself out," I replied.

"What do I look like? A babysitter?" Rex snapped.

My stomach was cramped up, and I didn't feel like arguing with him, so I snapped back. "Come and get me, now," I commanded before hanging up.

I lingered in the bathroom for a few minutes until I knew I could walk to the office and signed myself out. "Can I sit here until my ride comes?" I asked. The nurse nodded. I was dripping sweat when Rex texted me to pick me up.

I walked to the car and took a napkin from his glovebox to wipe the sweat from my face. "You look like shit," Rex announced. I gave him the finger and pulled the mirror down to look at myself. "Is it drugs? It looks like drugs. I don't-."

"I'm not high. I'm sick. Can you take me to the emergency room?" I asked. Part of me panicked because I wasn't used to being ill, but I knew they'd call my dad if I was admitted. My stomach cramped up so bad I felt like I was dying. I rolled his window down and tried to cool off.

"What'd you eat?" Rex asked.

"I made myself a turkey sandwich for lunch... Why?" I asked.

Rex sighed. "You put the turkey in the fridge, right?" Rex questioned.

"Why would I do that?" I asked.

"Jesus Christ, Lucky. Food safety one-oh-one," Rex replied, "But I'll still take you to the emergency room." I leaned my head back and shut my eyes.

"Try to take it easy," Rex whispered. I think he felt bad for me. Or at least he sounded like it.

He helped me sign in but didn't know my legal name, so I filled that part out between stomach cramps. I hadn't even eaten enough to throw up that much. The doctor called me after nearly an hour, and he put me on an IV drip and gave me a prescription. It was an anti-biotic-something for nausea. Rex drove me home and left me alone to get some rest. I slept in the tub once the nausea meds kicked in and woke up to a call from my dad. "The hospital called me. They said you came in earlier," he stated. I was tired and out of it from the medication.

"Dad?" I asked.

"I called you six times. I'm on my way to the airport-."

"Dad, I've got food poisoning. You don't have to drop everything to come and see me," I replied. I tried to pretend that I didn't need him. It was more for my pride than anything.

"I've already got my ticket. Besides, I have a few more of your things I need to drop off," Dad replied. I pushed my hair back. I was relieved that he decided to come anyway. "How was your first day?"

"It was okay. I don't have any homework or anything," I mumbled, "Dad, my head hurts... Can we talk later on?"

"I'll call you when I get there," Dad replied before hanging up. He didn't call me by my name or say he loved me. I shivered and pressed my palms to my forehead. He sounded angry. I was almost scared to see him after that. I didn't want to argue with him, and I definitely didn't have the energy for it.

#fic #superfam #itnmiml fic #Conner Kent #Lois Lane #Roxy Leech #Rex Leech #Clark Kent #Hillary Chang #kon el #kal el #Highschool AU #Celebrity AU #Implied/Referenced Child Abuse #Exploitation #References to Depression #Conner Kent Needs a Hug #Conner Luthor #Lex Luthor is Conner’s Parent #Childhood Trauma #Self-Confidence Issues #Teen Angst #Angst #POV First Person #No Powers AU #Conner Kent-centric #Bisexual Conner Kent #POV Conner Kent #Protective Lex Luthor #Child Celebrity AU

[lampmanliveblogs]

Hunter, you big softie! You did not just tell Flapjack you love him right in front of your worst enemy/best friend.

So Luz asked some of the questions I’ve been asking. How come there are seemingly two inner Beloses? Eda’s reply is that there shouldn’t be, but that she’s heard about strong emotion manifesting. So the purple child could be some important memory from Philip’s past manifesting itself. Since it was crying, I’m gonna go ahead and guess it was not a happy memory.

When you speak of the trolls, there he is, the purple child. That’s a pretty bad nickname, I should give him a better one. Child Philip? The Child? The Ghost of Philip’s Past? I like the last one, but The Child is easier to write, so I’m going with that.

The Child appears and is scared by Inner Belos roaring, seeking safety by Luz.

I keep pausing every time the shot changes even slightly to see if I can get a better look at the paintings. I saw one partial painting that looked like Philip and his brother going out for a walk, maybe exploring the woods or something.

More important is the painting in this shot. Someone is conjuring a purple flame in their hand. Philip’s brother is walking towards the person, curious, while Philip looks far more cautious. As loathe as I am to consider anything said by Jacob Hopkins as even potentially being true, he did mention that two brothers were abducted by an evil witch and brought to another realm. So the person whose hand is holding the flame in this painting is by all likelihood that ”evil witch.”

The way Darius just shoves Raine aside when he hears Hooty mentioning Hunter is just… It’s making me feel things. He really does care, huh?

Eda is working frantically to put together some way to reverse the effects of Raine, Darius & Eberwolf’s spell. And when you speak of the trolls, Raine, Darius and Eberwolf followed Eda, King & Flapjack back to The Owl House and are now trying to figure out what to do.

Raine was temped to follow Eda, but Darius held them back… until he heard Hunter was trapped too. Darius, you big softie!

Raine, this is no time to be funny.

Oh, and so much for keeping Eda safe and not getting her involved.

Meanwhile, back in the mindscape… The Child, Luz and Hunter find themselves in one of Belos’ old memories. This is clearly some time back during the Deadwardian Era in the 1600s, the same time period that Luz and Lilith visited on their time travel excursion. Several of the people in this small crowd were seen in that time period. It can’t be too long after Luz & Lulu’s visit either, since the little kid is still a little kid. Some time has clearly passed though, since Philip’s hair has changed (and he shaved), as well as his voice.

Back in Elsewhere and Elsewhen, we saw a white cape in Philip’s cape, so he was clearly already putting together his Belos costume. Here he also has a prototype for his magic staff, which I don’t recall seeing in that episode.

This is back in the day when Belos was still a nobody, trying to convince people he could communicate with the Titan. Which people were understandably skeptical about. But hey, this is exactly what I was asking for before, to see exactly how he managed to sell that lie to the people of the Boiling Isles.

#the owl house #liveblog #the owl house liveblog #toh s2e16 #hollow mind

[chaunceyandchumleysdad]

R.I.P. Mark Kellar

It is sad to see this news. I used to play racquetball with Mark when he lived in the Chicago area. He later moved to Minnesota, and I never saw him again. He had an outstanding collegiate football career as a fullback. In 1973, he led the NCAA in rushing, beating out notable future NFL players Tony Dorsett (Pittsburgh), John Cappelletti (Penn State) and Archie Griffin (Ohio State). He went on to play two seasons with the Chicago Fire (World Football League) and three seasons with the Minnesota Vikings (National Football League).

Mark was an excellent racquetball player and he taught me a lot about the game. In particular, he taught me patience. Don't panic and try to cut off the ball. Follow it to the back wall and set yourself up for a good shot. He had that part of the game mastered. He never looked like he was playing hard, but he always got to the ball and made good shots.

I have some good memories of Mark. The first time he played at our club, it was in a doubles match that included me and a guy that had a reputation for being ornery. There were a couple of hinder calls by Mark that Mr. Ornery didn’t agree with. At some point, Mr. O., knowing nothing about Mark’s background as a football player, decides to get in Mark’s face and read him the riot act. Mark got in Mr. O’s face, and shouted, “WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TALKING TO” as I proceeded to wedge myself in between them to try to prevent any fisticuffs.

When Mark joined our club, I recruited him for our travel league team where he quickly became one of the top players in the league. There was a new team that joined the league the year before and their number one player went unbeaten in their first season. In the second season, he was still undefeated when we played his team on their home court. I matched Mark up with this guy, and Mark took care of business and won the match. His opponent did not shake Mark’s hand after the match. Instead, he stormed off the court toward the locker room. Mark causally strolled off the court, and nonchalantly quipped, “I guess I wasn’t supposed to beat that guy!”

I did manage to beat Mark once in our in-house morning league. Knowing that winning two consecutive games against him was virtually impossible, my strategy was to lay it all out and win the first game so that I would have a shot of winning the game three tiebreaker. My strategy worked. I won game three when I buried a ceiling shot in the back corner of his backhand side. When he tried and failed to dig the ball out of the corner, he said, “You talked me right out of it!” I took that as a great compliment from a former pro athlete.

Mark was always easy-going and if we weren’t playing racquetball, we’d always have a chat during our morning workouts. He would get on one those old white and black Stairmasters, set it at top speed, and do it for an hour straight. (By contrast, thirty minutes and medium-low speed was all I could handle.) Mark was never pretentious about his athletic career. However, he didn’t mind talking about it when asked. Though he seldom went out with the racquetball team after our travel league matches, I do remember one night when we sat in a bar, talked about his career and playing in Soldier Field, Metropolitan Stadium and Lambeau Field on cold December days.

Unfortunately, he moved to Minnesota just before cell phones became ubiquitous, so I had no contact information for him after he left. As I later traveled to Minnesota periodically for business, I did try to track him down but was unsuccessful. I played quite a bit of racquetball in the Twin Cities area, but nobody knew of Mark. So perhaps he quit playing the game or I just didn’t look in the right places. He was a part of my life for a relatively short but fun period of time. I hope he has found everlasting peace.

#mark kellar #northern illinois university #minnesota vikings #nfl football #chicago fire #wfl football #racquetball #chicago #minnesota #ncaa football

[ladymelisande]

What do you think of Bridgerton books in general? Most people agree that it's very bad, but I think it's ok ? For me, the most problematic books are volume 1, 3 and 4, the rest honestly goes very well and its rather funny ? (Although every time the author talks about the tearing hymen, or one of the guys being tough as a rock I want to roll my eyes. Although I think she's gotten better over time as books) My favorite is book 6. My second favorite is book 2, although the scene where Anthony talks about consummating the marriage as his right and Kate mentally vindicating him makes me uneasy. I had no idea that Philippe is so hated ?! It's a lamb in front of Benedict and Colin ?! Honestly, volume 4 gave me bad vibes about Colin and his super violent impulses that nobody EVER talks to him about ?! Wtf ?! Then Benedict and his behavior bordering on harassment... Although the whole final scene in prison with mom Violet was great. As for the rape that Daphne committed on Simon... I think we all want to tear our hair out over this. But at least (will we say) to change it's the girl who is problematic.

I'm afraid that To Sir Phillip With Love is the only one I am touching for now, nonny. But I might download Anthony's and Francesca's books later. Daphne's book... Nah. Honestly, even if it didn't have the rape there, I just don't vibe with the fake dating plot.

In some things I have to be fair with the author: some of the things that make us uncomfortable might just be intentional. After all, we are talking about historical fiction, not contemporary. And I am a firm believer that sanitising every uncomfortable aspect of a historical period..., or in the other extreme, making them worse to the point of ridiculousness to make our modern time look better and perfect, is just bad writing. Plain and simple. There has to be balance.

Yeah, I don't know why Phillip gets this much hate, but I saw posts and shorts on Youtube acting as if Eloise had married the devil or some shit. There is that situation during his marriage with Marina according to some spoilers I picked, but considering he feels awful about it, it was probably not done with any maliciousness. Which is more than we got from Daphne. I'm only a few chapters in but yeah, compared with the other guys, he is a puppy. I guess he is hated because the stupid show erased Eloise's more-period appropriate personality and transformed her into yet another girlboss caricature that hates marriage and children. And also because the show hyped Marina and she became Shonda's Creator's Pet.

And for the language that Julia Quinn uses in her writing..., I'm afraid that's just normal for the genre, nonny. Lol, believe me that I have read a lot worse. When I was a kid I always went around picking the raunchiest books that I could find and just asked my innocent dad to buy them. Some sex scenes in books were really... something. Look up Robin Schone, she had some language that you either like or despise.

#may answers #bridgerton #to sir phillip with love #tw: rape mention

[deadletterpoets]

Whenever I hear some talk about really loving Barbara Gordon or her being their favorite Batgirl for nostalgia reasons I just know that there’s going to be something about the writing that ends up…just not right. And I am saying this as someone who has loved Barbara Gordon as Oracle but also appreciated her era as Batgirl, but doesn’t want to see her in that Batgirl role in comics or film ever again. Even in that era when she was introduced as Batgirl her personality wasn’t very…cutesy I guess? There is a certain era of Barbara’s period as Batgirl that does feel like this woman would later become the Oracle we end up knowing in comics. I feel like when she came into The Batman Animated series and later Batgirl: Year One she suddenly was written more cutesy and it has followed her ever since when writers write her as Batgirl or look to writing her as Batgirl or are fans of her as Batgirl and in turn it has affected the characters who have been in the role after her. Barbara’s tenure as Batgirl wasn’t very long (she wasn’t even the original) and her popularity died with the audience which is why she was so easy to discarded for them when they wanted to get rid of her. And I don’t feel like Batgirls is doing Barbara any favors in Batgirls either even if she is the one that the writers know more of. Because yeah these character (Cass, Steph, Babs) are getting introduced to a new audience but when it feels like you can just swap all their personalities with each other like it’s not good? It’s like loving a character but loving the most shallow aspect of them and focusing on the most shallow aspect of them. I remember the editor (who is currently also the editor of Nightwing) talking about how they wanted this book to be like Spider-Man into the Spider-verse but it feels like when you try to force something to be something else you aren’t being true to like what should come naturally. The same editor as said similar things about Nightwing and about it being a book they wanted to enjoy which is yeah… But Shadow of a Batgirl is a great example of writers writing with love and who weren’t forcing something to be like something else, and it actually came out great.

Yeah, I tend to focus on Cassandra Cain specifically, but I don't think Batgirls has written any of the characters well I just don't have as much knowledge for Steph and Babs to proclaim it every time. For me especially with Babs there's been a consistent want to keep her from progressing as a character. Her new progression went Batgirl ->Oracle->Batgirl and they saw no issue with it and many new fans came in during that time so when people were asking for Oracle proper and either Cass or Steph to take the reigns back as Batgirl it was met with heavy resistant from DC and fans. Hell I still see people calling Cass Orphan and Steph Spoiler. They'd rather nobody be Batgirl than it not be Babs.

Anyway, I'm aware of the editor. I didn't hear the Spider-Verse part, but I do know that she was a HUGE Burnside fan and basically wanted Batgirls to be for Cass and Steph what Burnside was for Babs, which IMO fucking sucks, but also based on the reaction they are succeeding.

Also it's weird to me cause Batgirls is clearly meant to be a book that's supposed to be for a casual/new audience, but it doesn't read well for a new audience cause for the first few issues you had to have read Fear State and they barely went into who these characters were, not even caring to actually *introduce* them and a quick summary of their origin or their journey to being a hero and Batgirls. So it only worked if you'd been following these characters for a long time. Idk it was weird to be told Batgirls is on "Best Comics of the year" list, but I think ppl assume cause I talk about how much I don't like it I'm part of some bigger group of people, but in actuality I'm in a small circle and Batgirls is somehow continuing to succeed despite no one involved seemingly caring about these characters.

And yeah Babs wasn't the first Batgirl and I remember ppl kept asking for Bette or even Tiffany or Kate to show up in the book and honestly, people after reading a few issues I think wanting them to poorly write more of the Bat women in this world just seems cruel.

READ SHADOW OF THE BATGIRL

#cassandra cain #stephanie brown #batgirl #barbara gordon #oracle #dc #dc comics #I'm sure I didn't reply to everything you said #but I just kinda ranted lol

[regatoni1]

~Chapter Two~

As you were walking to the wall to rest your achy legs, you felt a presence behind you. You turned around to check who it was, but there was no one there, so you just brushed the feeling off and sat against the wall, closing your eyes.

You hadn't been sitting for five seconds when you heard a sultry voice say, "And what's someone like you doing here~?"

You opened your eyes to see who had disturbed your short rest, only to find the pink haired magician standing against the wall next to you.

"You'll have to be more specific. And can't you tell I'm trying to rest? Please don't disturb me any further," you stated rather politely, closing your eyes once more.

"Hmmm~" 

You could tell the magician was not done teasing you yet.

"Could you at least tell me your name?" He asked. 

You truly were tired, so instead of replying, you ignored him.

"Well who's being rude now~" he said with a smile on his face, "I was only trying to make a friend," he pouted, "I guess I'll have to try harder."

At this point you were done with whatever game he was trying to play, so you rolled your eyes, got up, and walked away. Without moving, the bothersome man grabbed your wrist and swung you around.

Your hood fell down in the process, and you looked to see the normally collected magician slightly shocked as your (h/c) hair hit the light. Now, you were just plain mad.

"And what do you think you're doing?" you said with slight malice in your voice.

The fuchsia haired man looked at you up and down, letting his eyes travel to the more feminine parts, trying to prove his suspicion, his eyes stopping at your chest.

"My my," he said, "What do we have here?" and you scowled. "Looks like this exam will be much more interesting than I thought~" and just as you thought he was going to try something, he simply let go of your wrist and walked away.

You decided to ignore the exchange and continued to rest until the examiner arrived.

Suddenly, you heard a bell ring, and the wall at the front of the large room lifted into the ceiling. A tall, lavender haired man, with what looked like no mouth, but a perfectly groomed mustache was standing just behind the door.

"I apologize for the delay," he said. "Thank you for waiting."

You assumed that he was the examiner, and walked back over to join the rest of the group.

"The entry period for hunter applicants is officially closed," he stated. "So with no further adieu, the Hunter Exam will now begin."

"One final word of caution," he continued. "If you're short on luck, or ability, keep in mind, that there's a very real chance that you could end up seriously injured. Death is another distinct possibility. If you're willing to accept the risks involved, I'll ask you to follow me now. But for the rest of you, kindly exit through the elevator located behind you." Nobody moved.

Guess they're all confident. Ah well, it'll bite them in the ass during the exam.

"Right then," he continued. "All 405 applicants will now participate in phase one." With that, the lavender haired man turned around, and started marching like a little toy soldier down the long dimly lit hallway behind him.

You were following more in the middle, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. You watched Gon and his friends chatting, and you saw the magician quietly walking next to a man with an indigo coloured mohawk and pins in his face, whose head moved like a bobble head. As you were walking, the examiner had picked up the pace, forcing everyone into a jog. 

"How rude of me," the examiner said, "I neglected to introduce myself. I am Satotz, your examiner for the first phase of the exam. It's my responsibility to lead you all to the second phase."

"Second? Whatever happened to the first?" a man from the crowd asked.

"The first phase is already underway," Satotz said, gaining mumbles of surprise from the applicants.

"The first phase is quite simple," he continued. "All you have to do is follow me to the second phase, so try to keep up."

The jogging went on for hours, and when the group reached a set of stairs that had no end in sight, Satotz broke out into a complete sprint. By this time, you realized that the mental and physical strain of running and not knowing when you could stop took out at least a hundred applicants. You guessed that you had run at least 80 kilometres by this point, and you assumed that at least fifty more applicants would have to stop here, as they couldn't run any further.

You were also getting quite hot, and much to your dismay, you had to take off your sweatshirt as to not overheat, tying the sweater to your waist. As you were running up the stairs, you felt quite a few eyes on you, rather your chest, as you were only wearing a tank top under your sweater.

Disgusting. As if these men don't have other things to worry about than staring at some girl like they've never seen one before.

Suddenly, the magician was running beside you with a pleasant smile on his face. You politely smiled back, not realizing that he emitted a blood lust directed at the men who were staring at you. They instantly looked away, not wanting to cross the man.

You took this opportunity to ask some questions about the guy.

"So what's your name?" you asked him. He seemed delighted that you had talked to him at all.

"Hisoka. And yours?" 

"(y/n). Why is everyone afraid of you?" you responded bluntly.

You had noticed that even before Hisoka turned that man's arms into flower petals, people were avoiding him and were constantly giving him dirty looks. Yes he had been a bit dramatic when the guy bumped into him, but he actually seemed to be quite polite, even if he was slightly arrogant.

"Hmm~ I don't know," he said thoughtfully. "Maybe they heard of the incident last year."

"Last year?"

"Yes," he continued. "I had, let's say, a quarrel with one of the examiners, and killed him, leaving me disqualified."

You scoffed and said, "Well that's stupid."

"Hmm~?"

"Well if you didn't like the guy, why didn't you just wait until you had your license, and kill him after?" you asked. You weren't scared of Hisoka, but you were a bit surprised by this story. It did make you wonder how many people this man has killed, and dare you say, that the thought almost excited you?

"Well my little fruit, if I had done that, then I wouldn't have met you, would I?"

You didn't have the words to respond. Was he actually flirting with you? In response to this, all you did was scoff and run ahead. You could feel him smirking and staring at your ass while you ran, but you didn't care. His arrogance would get him killed sooner or later, if it wasn't by your hands.

[kingdomofpelosia]

fernando scene + laynee coming out as asexual to vivian

. i may have went crazy ~ mod laynee

word count: 2,523 words

warnings: gets a bit spicey at the end, mentions of sex

Worbury's fight was finalized. Vivian and Tag had to beat it independently, but they didn't want to talk about it. Laynee and Moriko had perished for one week, which was the darkest week of their lives. Vivian and Tag didn't have much to say to one other in that short period, but it wasn't necessary.

Then Tag and Vivian set off on a quest to collect the ingredients for a potion that may bring Laynee and Moriko back to life. They weren't sure if it would work, but they had to try.

But it worked.

And all was right in the world. The kingdom had a celebration that evening. They placed it in the center of the king's massive and open atrium, with colorful lights illuminating the area. It smelled like food and was buzzing with conversation. They all watched fireworks, Laynee got to tell her stories to an audience with a comical twist while Vivian sat and listened with a slight grin on his lips, and Moriko prepared a flower bundle for Tag. Laynee thought it was cute, and teased Tag for it.

Tag fired back, though.

"I'm glad you love it, flower. I picked the blooms based on their symbolism and what looked best." Moriko beamed as Tag held the flower bundle close to their chest.

“I can tell you put a lot of thought into it… thank you.” Tag offered their one available arm as they floated up to Moriko’s height, and Moriko leaned in for a side embrace.

“No need to thank me, thinking about you is one of my favorite past times.” Moriko shot at them. Tag smiled as they saw their opportunity to fire back.

“That’s the goal, Mori.” Tag quipped. Moriko rolled her eyes and blushed slightly. Laynee strolled up, plucking at her nails, interrupting Moriko’s stream of thinking, which was only about Tag. Moriko could sense Laynee's anxiety... but when has Laynee not been nervous?

“Hey! How’s it going?” Laynee asked with a light flush on her face. After a performance, she was usually a little bashful, second-guessing everything she did.

“It goes great! Your show tonight was spectacular, by the way.” Moriko said as they kept an arm wrapped around Tag, and they hummed with Moriko in agreement.

“Haha, thanks! I was scared nobody would like it.” Laynee responded as stopped picking at her nails.

“Aren’t you always?” Tag joked and Laynee scoffed.

“You’re not wrong, but you didn’t have to say it.” Laynee laughed along with Tag and Moriko until a Pelosian nurse approached Moriko and spoke carefully to her. Tag looked over at Moriko as the nurse retreated.

“What was that about?” Tag interrogated.

“The med bay requested for me… I should hurry.” Moriko answered, and pulled away from the long embrace that she and Tag had kept up.

“Wait! I’m coming!” Tag exclaimed, not wanting Moriko to leave their sight since she did just perish for a week.

“I appreciate you, flower, but it’s probably mundane work. You should stay here and enjoy the lights and music.” Moriko smiled at Tag and she turned away to head off. Tag was about to fly off and ignore Moriko’s wishes, but Laynee stopped them. They turned around and carefully fluttered their wings to reach Laynee's height.

“Hold on! I–I wanted to ask… are you and Moriko… okay? After everything that’s happened?” Laynee asked with a shaky voice.

“Yeah, we’re good… it’s good. I just don’t want to lose her again.” Tag smiled sadly. Laynee grinned back. It was difficult not to appreciate Moriko and Tag's relationship. Laynee believes she would never see love as stunning and sincere as theirs.

“I’m glad it’s good. I saw her give you flowers.” Laynee smirked and wiggled her eyebrows.

“Yeah, and I saw you and Vivian basically eye fuck each other during the show.” Tag retorted. Laynee’s smirk got wiped off her face and was replaced with blush instead.

“D–Dude, I don’t think it was eye fucking… it was admiring!” Laynee tried to joke away the embarrassment, but Tag saw through them.

“Mhm. Sure. You and Vivian did talk though, right?” Tag remembers Vivian asking Tag and Moriko earlier in the day if being with Laynee was worth it. He knew it was a stupid question, but he was overwhelmed by feelings he had suppressed for years. It doesn't help that Laynee encountered Malthrox in the afterlife.

“Yeah… we like each other.” Laynee sheepishly grinned.

“Like or love?” Tag raised their eyebrows.

“W–Well, I thought I went overboard when I told Vivian I… loved him, but he said he loves me too,” Laynee reached for her nails again, “I think he’s too good to be true.”

“I get you… that’s me with Moriko.” Tag sighed.

“What was that, petal?”

Moriko stood behind them with a comforting grin when Tag turned around, almost whacking themselves in the face with their wings. While Tag and Moriko were busy admiring one other, Laynee decided it was time for her to dash off. She walked over to Vivian, who was waiting in front of a cotton candy concession booth.

“Well, it’s just… you know, forest dragons have the whole feeling emotions thing, while fairies can’t do that,” Tag started, “you’re so good at telling how I feel in the moment, but I can’t… I don’t have that ability.”

Moriko walked up to the fairy, placing her hand on their cheek.

“Tag… I wish you told me this,” Moriko examined Tag’s insecurity… she could feel it. It made her heart sink. 

“If anything… you’re too good for me. Since the beginning, you've been able to read my feelings. You've never pushed me to act a particular way, and you don't look at me differently after... I've only known judgment my whole life. And you were the one who showed me differently, flower.” Moriko spoke softly.

“I’m glad,” Tag fought their tears, “because losing you was the hardest thing I ever had to go through.”

“I… I bet. Vivian told me what it was like,” Moriko ran her hand down to Tag’s shoulder, “I hope you never have to go through something like that ever again.” Tag wiped their eyes as they huffed a bit.

“Of course, Vivian spilled the beans.” Tag smiled when they heard their joke pulled a chuckle out of Moriko. She moved near to kiss Tag and ran her hands through their hair as they met. Tag smiled into the embrace, drawing their bodies closer together and resting a hand on Moriko's neck. Moriko hummed softly before pulling away to examine Tag's slightly heated face.

“Come on, petal. You’ve had a long day. We should go get some rest.” Moriko drew back and pointed to the massive entrance that went inside the castle. Tag agreed since they were about to pass out, definitely not because of Moriko’s touch, but they were very tired. The two’s hands intertwined, and they set off to have a peaceful slumber.

Laynee flickered her gaze back over to Vivian after watching Tag and Moriko depart to their bedroom.

"You're nosey," Vivian stated while presenting a penny to the vendor, who handed him cotton candy.

“Wh– no? I’m just really worried about them!” Laynee said lightheartedly as they walked away from the concession stand. 

“Whatever you say, doll.” He bit into the pink and blue treat, already knowing he'd made Laynee flush without even looking at her. 

“So… d–do you like it? The candy floss?” Laynee asked while crossing her arms nervously. Being around Vivian never got easier.

“It’s… unique? Moriko suggested it to me. She says she enjoys the way it melts on her tongue,” Vivian twirled around the cone, admiring the colors, “I see why.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty good…” Wow, Laynee was amazing at conversation.

“Do you want some?” He came to a halt and turned to face her, handing her the cone.

“Uhh…” She stared at it, “I–I mean, do you want me to? My saliva w–would get all over it–”

“You’re worried about our salivas mixing? Did you already forget about earlier?” Vivian quirked his eyebrow, and Laynee’s face was basically a cherry at this point.

“Heh… h–how could I forget about earlier?” she stammered out, “it was the best moment of my life, I think.”

“I’m that good?” Vivian smirked as he looked down at her.

“Are you really gonna make me say it, Viv?” Laynee wanted to crawl into a hole when Vivian reclined against the stone wall, crossed his legs, and nibbled on the cotton candy.

“I have the patience of a saint.” He said.

“Even when it comes to me?” Laynee smiled.

“Especially when it comes to you.” He suddenly became serious, and she was a bit taken aback.

Oh yeah, Laynee thought, she died for a week.

Vivian is probably reluctant to bring it up. She doesn't know much about what occurred that week because Vivian hasn't mentioned it all day, and she doesn't want to press Tag for information. The more she thought, the more tired she grew.

“Hey, uh,” Vivian perked up at Laynee’s voice, “I’m exhausted. I’m gonna go to my bedroom, but… feel free to visit. I’m never against seeing you.” She smiled and walked off.

And Vivian stood there, almost dropping his cone. Was… was she implying…?

He huffed to himself when he realized she innocently invited him to her room, not realizing how lewd that could sound to the others if they heard that. 

She really is something, Vivian thought with a smile.

Laynee entered her room and went about her business. Remove her jester makeup, shower, and put on a nightgown that complements her circus environment. She sat at her vanity, which was lighted up and covered in fan letters, and looked in the mirror.

She was nothing compared to Malthrox.

She shook her head at that thought, trying to ignore it. She and Vivian aren’t even an official thing, and she’s already comparing herself to his dead spouse, whom she just had to meet in the afterlife.

… But Malthrox was so beautiful. Of course, Vivian married an absolutely attractive Changeling.

And here she is, an average-looking Jester.

Oh god, did Malthrox and Vivian have sex?

Laynee softly slapped herself in response to that statement. That was clearly not her business, and she knew it. They had gotten married. They even went on a brief honeymoon.

Vivian doesn’t know. He doesn’t know she’s asexual. And she invited him to her room.

But is that even a problem? She is sexually attracted to Vivian, but she’s never felt it before him. It makes her feel gross and unholy. Now she feels stupid for inviting him. He’s probably expecting sex.

As her doubts continued to run rampant, she began chewing at her lip and drumming her fingers against the vanity table. And then a knock at her door brought her out of it. She ran to the door and cracked it open to see Vivian.

When he saw Laynee in nothing but her nightgown, Vivian exhaled. He tried his hardest to not look... but up until now, he had only seen her in work clothes and makeup.

“H–How long were you waiting out there?” Laynee stuttered out.

“... I just showed up.” He answered honestly. Laynee breathed a sigh of relief and let Vivian in. He'd never been in her room. He took a glance around as she shut the door and saw how colorful her room was.

“I expected nothing less.” He joked and sat down at the edge of her bed. Laynee smiled and returned to her vanity, peering at him in the mirror. She's too afraid to sit next to him. Then she got a great idea for a joke.

“You know, it’s funny…” she started to play with a makeup brush, “I died a virgin.”

Vivian choked on his spit and cleared his throat. Of course, she would bring up the topic in a joke form.

“Wait! I–I wasn’t implying we have to do anything! I just… thought it was a funny joke.” Laynee looked down at the brush, now regretting it.

“No… uh, I just… I wasn’t… you’re a virgin?” Vivian asked. Confusion coursed through Laynee's veins. Why was that so difficult to believe?

“Y… Yeah? I’ve never been in a relationship before, and uhh…” time to drop the bomb, “I’m asexual.”

“Alright.”

“I–If you decide that you don’t wanna be with me, I totally get it, I mean I don’t want to lose you, but it’s just kind of weird for me because I–I’ve literally never felt sexual attraction until I fell in love with you and then I realized I do feel sexual attraction but only towards you but it makes me feel weird so I don’t know how our sex life is gonna work because I’m not used…” Laynee trailed off, then looked up in the mirror to meet Vivian’s gaze, “did you just say alright?”

“Yeah.”

“O–Oh.”

“Laynee, I didn’t tell you I loved you because I wanted your body. I want you. With or without sex. I know you said you do feel sexual attraction towards me… and I’d be lying if I said I don’t feel any towards you,” Vivian admitted softly, “but I’d never force you to do something you don’t want to.”

Laynee teared up and exhaled in relief. She threw down the brush and laughed.

“You’re insane, Vivian. You somehow find a way to be sexy as I come out as asexual.” She got up and sat down beside Vivian on the bed.

“What, basic decency is sexy now?” He quipped back.

“I guess so.” Laynee gazed across to Vivian, who was still as stunning as ever. She didn’t know he felt the same.

“But, uh, yeah. I’m… I want to have s–sex with you…” Laynee’s face was so flushed, “it just might be a bit different… I’ll have to see how I’m feeling up in the m–moment.”

This was an embarrassing topic for her, but Vivian was attentively listening to her with a small smile. She wanted to be honest with him about this before their relationship progressed.

“And that’s completely okay. Remember what I said earlier?” he grabbed her hand, “I have the patience of a saint.”

“D–Did you and Malthrox ever…?” she couldn’t help but ask. The question was burning in her brain.

Vivian looked down at her hand and nodded.

“Only a few times. We didn’t have much time at all until…” he whispered.

“Yeah…” Laynee tightened her grasp on his hand, his thumb caressing hers.

“You’re really nosey, you know that?” Vivian looked back up and smiled.

“I–I know! I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but ask–”

Vivian cut her off with a passionate kiss, and she moaned in response. His gloved hand reached up to brush her hair away from her face, and she laid her hands on his. Her nightgown rode up a little high on her thigh, so Vivian stroked it with his other hand. His aroma filled her senses until all she could think of was Vivian, Vivian, Vivian.

There really was something in the air that night.

#oneshot #layvian #tako

[lolatalks1]

wed, dec 6 2023

back again! im a little embarrassed over the fact i trauma dumped at the lunch table today- i mean i didnt want to ruin melanie, ithzel, and alexia's day. but, it just kinda spilled out. lately the aggravation towards my mom's choices just is so overwhelming that i just need to let every single feeling out. i guess i should be grateful i have friends i trust enough to talk about my problems. but their reactions are consoling for me but at the same time make me a little bit- uncomfortable? not in the way their reaction was what i didnt like- its more so that i felt vulnerable to say so much and they actually listened to me.

ive come to realize that my own outlook on my emotions feel like im being dramatic- but im not entirely sure if thats really true. i guess it stemmed from my mom forcing myself to stop crying when i got emotional and at times referred me to being dramatic. but thats something i dont really want to think about now. more so, i feel fucking shitty.

to just start off the unraveling with not only my family, but with my friends- it all went down in avid. i dont like the way i worded that, sounds way too exaggerative and cinematic of my high school girl problems- but whatever. the thing was that me, mad, and mela found out that alexia was in the avid room office during seventh period- which was odd since her class wasnt avid. asking her, we learned fragments about some problems with alexia's mom and school schedule- which in response made mad try to enter the avid office. ms b stopped her, but we were all more than worried for alexia. outside of that- the three of us were talking but suddenly mad went quiet- and i suppose it was ignorant of me to not question what happened. i thought at first it was something familial or with her ex, i really wasnt sure. melanie went quiet too because mad did- and im not good with these situations so i silenced as well. it was heavily awkward- no one spoke up. but ms b called me over, and amusingly to me she asked if i was friends with alexia. of course, i said yes, so ms b gave me the key to the office and let me in the room. ive never seen alexia cry, but today i did. more like i saw the after math of her crying. her eyes were red rimmed, and her cheeks were flushed rosy. oddly enough i thought she looked pretty- not in the way i found her sadness attractive- more so the color of pink on her cheeks. anyways- i wasnt sure on how to console her because alexia is relatively quiet about personal matters- but i managed to make her smile and get her mind off of things with some random topics. i kind of want to know who she really wanted to console her- i mean i dont think she'd want me as her first choice of friend to be there for her. im honestly not sure if she values me as much as i value her in all truth. but thats besides the point. when i left the office because the bell rang, i saw madelyn and mela walking out. then, when catching up with them i finally noticed mad was crying. my heart dropped even more and at that moment i felt even more distraught for my friends. she didnt reveal anything about why she was crying, nor give hint, which i then looked at melanie and automatically knew she knew what happened- which then i pieced together whatever happened with madelyn was during my time with alexia in the office. i felt a little confused, and when i feel something like that i get angry. i guess its a trait i picked up from my mom- i need to work on that. anyways, i was upset because i was left in the dark and nobody was telling me anything- so i didnt know what to do. finally, when me and melanie were heading to history she was repeatedly telling me to not tell madelyn that she told me because mad wanted to tell me personally- but melanie saw i wanted to know. so with a few exchange of words i learned the problem.

madelyn felt left out, again.

i dont understand how to balance friendships, always losing somebody at the cost of another. but fuck, i thought i was doing well at being everyones friend. last year i was leaving melanie out because i didnt know her, but now its madelyn? i truly don't know what the fuck to do. i get lost in the moments of just talking that i dont realize who i leave out the conversation- and now apparently it was madelyn. she told me a few weeks back she felt outcasted when with melanie and me, so i tried to include her more. im guessing i reverted back. i keep thinking and thinking and thinking what happened in avid to set her off- but i truly dont know. i feel like an asshole, a total fake friend. and it's killing me. words of my moms degradation and my own self deprecation was bleeding into my endless searching to find a reason why. was i the problem?

i dont mean to be all selfish in these situations, truly. im not trying to be the main star or whatever of everything. but its the only reason i could find to explain madelyn's situation. mad and melanie were best friends, hell i considered them a package deal with how much i associated the two of them together. madelyn and melanie, melanie and madelyn. i saw no other way. this year i started to talk more with melanie, so we grew closer! i was happy i was finally able to bond with madelyns best friend, because now i didnt feel as though i avoided melanie when with madelyn, but i see now at the cost of bonding with melanie, i lost madelyn.

maybe the saying trios never work is true.

ive come to the conclusion the only way to fix us is to make it how it used to be. i revert back to alexia and ithzel, and i stop intruding on a best friendship. i dont want to ruin what they have, and i dont want to make someone feel outcasted everytime i worm my way into conversations. i cant find middle ground, and i dont want madelyn to cry again because of us. it makes me sick to my stomach, overwhelmed like a bunch of bugs digging into my skin and veins, infecting my way of already depleting mind. i want everyone to be happy. so im going to stop walking with them to class, melanie and madelyn i mean- so they can rebond with each other. ill talk more with ithzel and alexia, and then during avid ill leave them be unless they invite me. in history, then ill talk to melanie, and camryn more like how we were today. ill text madelyn after school and try to find when we can have alone time. like how it used to be. madelyn and melanie, melanie and madelyn. theres no layla in the midst of that. i have alexia and ithzel..? overall, i need to talk to madelyn.

wow, i sound really fucking stupid! feeling like im overthinking everything, but i guess thats just how i live my life in a way.

[power-of-glitter]

How to get away with it.

Not too long ago, I came across one of my old thesis papers. It was for my lit class in my 1st year in "college" (Heald College). We all know the story there so let's not get into it. Anyways, the assignment was to write anything we wanted. Some of my fellow classmates who be hilarious to write papers about Surprise! Surprise! Murder, sex, and life plans. etc. the list goes on from there. One even went so far as to write about how Aliens are real and another about how Hitler died of old age, not suicide. Lol, my two best friends for the rest of the year after we had turned in our papers. I wrote something a little out there too. How to get away with it. I left everything else open-ended. Well, technically I wrote a paper on how to be a crime lord. But you can't expect me to share all my secrets with you. right? The paper that I still hold on to this very day. Nobody really knows about it. Not my family, my friends, NOT A DAM SOUL! and that's how it will be kept. Unless something happens. But I won't get into those details that's for me to keep to myself.

I wrote the paper because during this time. I did a couple of things in life I'm not proud of. But when you are homeless there are no options. It's either warm or cold, hungry or full, safe or not. When you are living the in the streets like I once was those are the circumstances that you have to deal with. I'm a visual learner. I don't need to learn the hard way to get what happens next or the outcome. Human nature is a funny thing. What separates us from them is that people like us go against human nature. People like us stay out of prison. People like us don't even make it to the person of interest list.

Law 1: This law is the most crucial! CHECK YOURSELF! If you are about to do some shady stuff to survive out in the streets, you have to learn how to control your emotions. You have no idea how many times I saw people get caught up because they break their normal routine. From the days leading up to it and the days after. Control yourself. This by far would be the hardest to accomplish. They can see the guilt on your face and your actions. by you leaving town and ghosting people...yeah that's not normal! and you are not helping your case. You cannot move forward unless this law has been mastered.

Law 2: Shut the fuck up! Don't tell a dammed soul! The act that you are committing is between you, the victim, and God. The min that you open your mouth to anybody it will be only a matter of time before someone turns you in for that reward money. (if its offered) If there is any advice to give you it would be this. A friend today can be an enemy tomorrow. Watch what you say.

Law 3: Reputation is key. It's all making someone second-guessing the actions you are being accused of. If your reputation is already fucked, then you will always be on someone's radar. Watch where you step. It can be the difference between freedom and a life sentence.

Law 4: Electronics can be a God send or a curse. Either learn to live without them or manipulate them. Law 2 comes into play. You have to be careful. Everything can tell a story. Your credit cards, your cell phone data, the ring on people's porches, traffic cams, etc. Keep cash on hand and a burner phone do not use it more than 2xs.

Law 5: Know your environment. This is an important skill to learn. Know your street corners, get to know your neighbors, and know every inch of your hood. Be highly visible in your neighborhood and keep that routine alive you never know what can change overnight. Believe me, living close to the bay area. I've seen everything change in just a short period of time.

Law 6: Never return the scene! What the fuck is wrong with you? I can't believe I even have to say this but here we are. Do not go back! Just don't do it! Especially if it breaks your routine. This also means do not dump your scene in your regular routine either. Pick your hunting grounds and dumping sites wisely. If you break this rule you're going to draw attention to the actions that take place. Too many scenes in one area can draw attention to reinforcements that the US has to offer. Once they get involved you might get caught up.

I'm not going to tell you the rest...mainly because I do not want to be responsible for any crime you will most likely comment. These 6 laws are common sense.

[just-some-sad-kiddo]

Kyle got one of those creeper sweatshirts that zip up over your face. I saw Leo wearing it, too. Kyle must have lent it to him. 

During Geometry, I was talking to Zim and Saturn about something and Blade just started talking over me. This time, I raised my voice and said “I was literally speaking, what the fuck?”

Blade was clearly unbothered. He just laughed it off and didn’t take me seriously.

Saturn did the same thing later. I was trying to tell a joke and she told the punchline. I almost started crying. I know it was just a joke that she ruined, but just the fact that it happens so often makes me so upset. Seriously, I wish they would at least pretend to want to listen to me.

Shiloh tried to pat my head and I told her not to. She seemed offended. I don’t care.

During science, I told Kyle that I had been given fifth lunch instead of fourth next semester. He told me that he was going to do fourth lunch.

I asked him if we could compare schedules and he said that he hadn’t had his advising apointment yet.

“Oh. Well, how do you know which lunch period you have?”

“I don’t. I’m gonna choose fourth lunch because that’s where all my friends are.”

“Oh.”

I know it’s a stupid thing to be upset over and I’ll probably forget about it by next semester, but it still stung a little bit. 

I went to Niko’s house after school and complained about all of my friends. I felt bad about it, but I just feel like I never ask for anything and I give as much as I can but they still don’t like me as much as they like everyone else in the group. I am not a main member of the group. When I walk away, nobody asks where I am like they do for everyone else.

On top of that, everyone insists that they only hang out with Leo because he’s just in the same group. I find that to be bullshit, since I’ve seen them all hanging out with him one on one.

On top of that, Kyle recently told me that Leo had been telling people my deadname. That’s so fucking messed up. I’m pissed about it but I don’t think I can be any more upset at Leo than I already am. What an absolute transphobic shitbag.

I didn’t have a good day yesterday. I felt depressed and overwhelmed. 

I think for the last two weeks of school, I’m just going to stop talking to everyone for my own sake. I can never get a sentence out without someone talking over me and Kyle is the only person who hasn’t defended Leo in front of me.

I warned all of them about what a shitty person he was and I was there for them when he hurt them anyways. Even though they hurt me by ignoring my warnings, I was still there for them because that’s the right thing to do. 

When Saturn was upset because Leo and that friend group had royally fucked her over, I had a very hard time being sympathetic but I was there for her anyways.

I am so tired. I thought I had been doing the right thing and being a good friend. I thought that I was at least a little bit funny or interesting or charismatic but the fact that they all chose Leo over me clearly shows that I’m not even worth the effort.

I don’t like making people choose between me or anybody else, which is why I was very gentle about the “please don’t hang out with Leo” thing. Since I don’t like making people choose, I’m just going to choose for them. 

I just can’t believe that they’d choose someone so completely and utterly deranged over me. I mean, you’d think that boring is better than crazy. Guess not.

This was a stupid rant. I need to stop feeling sorry for myself.

#easybreezy

[liamloveslarry]

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#what if lt2 and hs3 and both reminiscent of the past year #they've had so much down time it's hard not to think about what they've been able to do together #finally getting some peace and taking things slow #i guess during the periods nobody saw them #i'd like to think they've been able to spend more time together #and that maybe it's reflected in their writing over the past 12 months #their previous albums dealt a lot with self acceptance i guess #and finding your feet again after such a long time of someone else pulling the strings #maybe we'll get a glimpse of how it feels to write when they're properly together #maybe it'll allude to more dancing in the kitchen with your love #being able to dote on each other freely and apologetically #we know louis has been writing #obv harry has had time filming #idk just thinking thoughts #sounds cheesy but they love each other without bounds #it literally knows no limits #so in short their next albums are going to KO me

[absolutelyfizzing]

angels and demons

warren worthington x reader fluff

@shuckfaced-fangirl Hi! can I request a warren worthington x female mutant reader where her powers are shadow summoning? So I guess everyone in the school kind of views her as some sort of demon? With a lot of fluff? Thank you!!

Description - Y/N is a shadow summoner and is isolated from her peers. Warren helps her see that not everyone fears her and that she is worthy of affection.

warnings - its so fluffy. fem pronouns. some angsty stuff (isolation, depression, sadness), one innuendo, devastating fluff, warren being an angel. i tried to make it POC inclusive, please let me know if it feels restricting or excluding and i will edit it.

word count - 3700, i got carried away

A/N - im so sorry this took so long, i took a break from writing while i am working on moving to college. i will still be spotty for the next few weeks but hopefully, i will post a few more things in that time and then get back on a normal schedule. also, thanks so much for this request, i had a lot of fun writing it and i hope it is something you enjoy reading!

MASTERLIST

You walked through the halls with a lowered head. You knew that you made others uncomfortable and so you chose to try to make yourself as small and unthreatening as possible. You had been 'gifted' powers with which you could manipulate and create darkness. You were a shadow summoner. That wasn't a name that many found reassuring or comforting.

There were a few who could see past it and who was close to being what you might call friends but those people were few and far between. There were overwhelmingly more people who believed that you must have been a scary and mean person, that you were some sort of demon. This couldn't have been further from the truth if one were to look past appearances. Your shadow was larger and darker than that of your peers and it trailed behind you with a mind of its own, moving and growing without you even meaning for it to happen. Your hands were constantly covered in something darker and dustier than the rest of your skin, a deep and pure black. It trailed from the tips of your fingers and faded on your forearm so it looked as though you had just dipped your arms into a chimney or that shadows were crawling up your arms.

When you first got them, you thought they were sort of cool. They made you look sort of goth and that was fun. That feeling quickly faded when you saw how others, even your family, reacted. They said it was a curse from hell. You were barely convinced otherwise.

You sat away from others at the school during free periods. During lunch you sat alone and in the sun when you could, you hoped it might make others be less scared of you as it might make you look brighter but your shadow, dark and ominous, maintained a spot near you. You wore clothes that made you look more approachable to try to maintain that you weren't scary. Your brightly colored outfit didn't ever seem to work though, no matter how hard you tried.

You looked down at the food in your hands, the sandwich only half-eaten, and you noted your hands. They were so normal looking, your nails were well kept and you thought they were a good size. That they might even be a good size for someone to hold. The only thing was the unnaturally colored dust that seemed to cover them. It was a cool black, it glistened and sparkled in the sun when your fingers moved. It never moved or transferred to anything else, always stuck securely to your skin. You were distracted by the way your fingers seemed to shine when a shadow came near yours, wings outlined in it. You looked up to see a tall blond boy above you with curly hair and bags under his eyes. He nodded to a spot on the grass near you.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

You shook your head and even scooted away from the spot to give him more space despite the fact that you were in a large field.

"Do you want me to move?" You asked gently, wondering if maybe he wanted this particular spot and you took it from him unknowingly.

"I mean, I think that would sort of take away the whole point of me trying to sit with you." He smirked and you felt blood rush to your cheeks. "I like your hands" He hummed and you looked at him in shock. When his eyes met yours you tilted your head a bit.

"They don't bother you?" You tried to speak softly.

"No, I think they're awesome. They make you look punk." He smiled and you felt the corners of your mouth tug up a bit too.

"I like your wings." You almost mumbled as you allowed your gaze to move to the large feathery wings behind him. They moved in the wind and you found yourself wanting to run your fingers through them. "They make you look like an angel." You smiled and he groaned dramatically.

"I'm trying to look grunge." He pouted and you giggled a bit. At the sound, he looked up at you and blushed a bit. "Maybe we should trade."

"If I could trade you I would. Everyone is scared of how I look." You gazed back at the grass.

"I'm not." His simple statement made butterflies erupt in your stomach and you smiled a bit. You looked back at him and made eye contact for a moment.

"What's your name?" You asked and he maintained his gaze into your eyes. It was the most contact or conversation with someone else you'd had in a long time.

"I'm Warren." He smiled a bit and stuck a hand out to you to shake. You looked at his hand in shock. Nobody ever voluntarily touched your hands. Most of them worried that whatever was on them would spread. You hesitantly brought your hand to his, purposefully giving him plenty of time to remove his hand if he felt uncomfortable. But he didn't. Instead, your hand reached his and he shook it before letting go as if it was no big deal.

"I'm Y/N." You smiled a bit more and you felt a giggle come out of you from the joy of realizing this wasn't a dream, that someone was trying to talk to you and they weren't afraid.

"Is my name that funny?" He teased.

"No, I just-" you paused to think, "it's been so long since anyone has done this with me."

"Talked to you?" He questioned, obviously expecting you to say no and explain what you meant. Instead, you just nodded and his heart clenched for a moment. "Well, you can stick with me then."

"I don't know if you want your reputation to take a hit like that."

"My reputation is 'the angry and damaged kid', I'm sure it can handle the breaking news of me talking to a nice and pretty girl." He reassured before he even realized what he was saying. You could have cried at the feeling that rose up in your chest.

After that day, you stuck to his side like glue and he took no issue with it. The more you got to know him the more you appreciated the fact that he had taken you in. With his help, over the coming months, he helped you develop a stable friend group. That group included people like Ororo and Jane who had heard rumors about you and never bothered to check and see if they were real. They apologized profusely, especially Jean as she felt like she could have easily found out that you were kinder than she thought with her abilities but just had never done so, and you gladly accepted, just happy to be within a group.

You and Warren had developed a reputation. He was overly protective and gruff while you were overly nice and empathetic. You balanced each other well and if you were honest, you were in love with him. That always felt weird to say, you'd never been in love with anyone before but every second you spent with him made you more and more sure of your feelings.  

When you and Warren were together, you would daydream about what it would be like to be in a relationship with him. Being held by him and wrapped in his wings. Getting to play with his unkempt hair. Holding his hand.

Sometimes he would try to encourage you to hold his hand. He would hold it out to you when he was helping you jump down from somewhere high. He would ask you to hand him things and then make decisive contact as he took it from you. He knew that it meant a lot to you, you practically gasped and blushed every time he did it. He had never met anyone so touch starved. He wanted to give you all the affection that you craved.

Unfortunately, Warren was rather oblivious, especially towards things like feelings and emotions. He had no clue that you had any interest in him, even though he hoped you did every day. If he wasn't so attached to your friendship, he might ask you out. Instead, he tried to maintain a friendly distance so he didn't cross any lines while also being as affectionate with you as he could be. You followed a similar path.

The person caught in the middle of this was poor Jean Gray. she had watched you pine over each other since you met and had heard every thought that went through both of your heads. She knew you would never complain or ask for help about anything so she liked to keep tabs on your thoughts every once in a while to make sure you were okay. Still, she tried her best to not listen very often or when you were thinking about anything very personal, she honestly did. But she was a romantic. All she wanted was for you two idiots to get together but you were both oblivious. She decided, probably 3 months into you becoming friends, that she had to do something about it.

She was sitting on your bed while you sat across your bedroom on your small couch. She fiddled with her thumbs while she tried to ignore your constant thoughts about Warren, his hands, his wings, his smile. She was exhausted. she took a small breath while she planned how she would try to say this to you.

"Do you want to know what I heard today?" She called and you looked up at her from the book you were pretending to read.

"Do you mean heard or 'heard'?" You laughed and she rolled her eyes.

"Either." Then she tilted her head. "Both."

"Yeah, I wanna know! What's it about?" You asked while leaning forward in your seat. Jean always had the best gossip to tell because she could literally hear it.

"Warren." She stated simply and watched your reaction. You flushed and stopped breathing for a moment.

"Wha-" you stuttered, "what about him?"

"That he has a thing for you." she winked and you flushed even more.

"You're lying." You assured, a questioning look on your face.

"I'm not and I'm tired of watching you two longing after one another while the rest of the school watches." She smiled and your heart picked up.

"I thought I told you not to look in my head!" You scolded but you weren't actually all that upset. You knew that it was very hard for her to control.

"I cant help it! Both of you think so loud. And I wouldn't have to anyway, Ororo mentioned it to me the other day and she definitely cants read minds." She giggled and you smiled a bit.

"Does he actually like me?" You almost whispered in disbelief.

"Yes! He's been obsessed with you since you started talking."

"But like he would want to actually go-"

"Y/N, I swear to god. If you don't go and talk to him right now I'm going to have a fit." She laughed and you glared at her.

"Okay okay fine, I'm going," you grumbled as you stood and walked toward your door. "If you are wrong I'm gonna be so upset with you."

She just laughed again and you started to walk down the hallway. You thought he might be in his room or outside. You decided to check his room first.

You knocked on his door but you were met with silence. You tried the handle and it moved.

"Warren?" you paused, "I'm coming in," you warned and pushed the door open. When you looked inside, he wasn't there. You took a moment to gaze around his room, it wasn't the first time you had been in there but every time was a bit exciting as you got to see all of the things he had that represented him. He had a boombox and a CD collection on his dresser. Some of his clothes were thrown around his room haphazardly and some of his drawers were open. You looked at the wall next to you where he kept photos that you took. You would carry around a camera or take pictures on your phone of everyone around campus. He always asked for them and then printed them out so he could hang them up. He had even managed to get a couple of you. You smiled a bit before heading back into the hallway, closing the door behind you.

You instead moved towards the door to get out onto the lawn where you thought he would probably be. He often sat under the big oak trees or on the roof if he wanted to get away from people. When you made it outside, you looked around for him.

"Y/N!" you heard him shout. You turned to look for him and saw his silhouette flying from the roof. You paused to admire him and his wings. He always looked so angelic to you. So powerful. You thought about how your power emanated darkness. That you would never appear angelic to someone and would more likely look like a demon. You looked down at your hands for a second, a habit you had when you were thinking about your powers. They sparkled a bit in the sun but it did little to quell the distaste in your mouth.

Suddenly there was a shadow in front of you that was not part of the darkness that surrounded you.

"Y/N?" he asked gently. "Are you okay?" he tried not to startle you. Being empathetic wasn't something that came naturally to him, but he tried extra hard around you. he noticed the way you were staring at your hands. The growth of your shadow as you thought about your powers more. He moved to touch one of your hands but you flinched back a bit. He brought his hand back and looked at you with concern. "Whats wrong, angel?" He asked lightly and you looked up at the pet name. He had started calling you that soon after you became friends. You thought it was out of irony but he really was convinced that you were some sort of angel. He also loved the way that your eyes would light up when he said it. You stared at him for a moment in silence.

"Do I scare you?" You asked quietly and your voice shook. He looked surprised by your question and you were surprised too. You didn't know why you were suddenly getting emotional. Why this was now all you could think about. Why it had to come up now when you were trying to express your feelings for him. Instead of responding he reached out to your hand, holding onto it when you let him, despite flinching away slightly. He started to walk, leading you toward the same tree you had met under. Once you both reached it he sat down and looked up at you, waiting for you to sit down too. You did, maybe a bit farther away from him than you needed to be.

"Do you think you scare me?" he asked genuinely and you took a second to think, looking back down at your hands which were now pulled back into your lap.

"I scare me," you stated simply and paused.

"That's not what I asked."

"I don't know." You mumbled. "I think I freak everyone out. Including you I guess." Your voice was quieter than you meant it to be. you really hadn't thought about it in a little while. It had been on your mind plenty when you first started talking to him. You were extra conscious of not pushing him to be around you or near your shadow. You knew that he would move away if he needed to but you also had so many memories of everyone around you fearing you, running from you, telling you that you were a curse. Instead of responding he held his hand out in between the two of you, palm up. You knew that he was inviting you to take it but that he wouldn't push you to. Instead of taking it, you placed your hand near his on the ground and he left his next to yours, not trying to take it if you didn't want him to.

"You don't." He let out, sounding sure of himself and slightly pained. "You don't scare me." You looked at each other. He had tears in his eyes. He was never one to get emotional so you were surprised. "Do I scare you?" he questioned, already knowing your answer but trying to prove a point.

"Of course not." You sighed.

"You have a lot more reason to be afraid of me than I have to be afraid of you." he looked at your hand again. "I'm the one who has a rough history, I'm the one who is angry and has a reputation of being aggressive."

"But, Warren, your mutation is-"

"Mutation has nothing to do with it, Y/N." he sighed. "You have control over your abilities, I have control over mine. The only difference between us is our personalities and I have never had any reason to fear you or dislike you. You're the kindest person I know and everyone in your life who has let you think that there was something wrong with you was terrible. And that was on them."

Your hand reached for his and you laced your fingers together. He squeezed your hand and ran his thumb over the back of it.

"I love you." The words came out of your mouth faster than you could think and you sucked in a breath, almost hoping he didn't hear you. When you glanced up at him he had a gentle smile on his face. He brought the back of your hand up to his face and kissed it before placing it against his cheek.

"I love you too, Y/N" He reached out for your waist and pulled you toward his lap, giving you plenty of time to give him a sign that you were uncomfortable. Instead, you put your leg over his waist so you were straddling his thighs. You held one of his hands in between you and fiddled with his fingers, admiring how your hands contrasted with his. Somehow, him holding your hand made it seem less out of place. You almost felt pride.

You were suddenly surrounded by warmth and shadow, the sounds of the quad around you becoming muted. You looked up around you and his wings were wrapped around the two of you, closing you off into your own little world. You felt the urge to reach out to them but you had never asked. You had never seen him let anyone touch them and you didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

"Go ahead." your eyes snapped to his in shock.

"Warren, you never let any-"

"I want you to," he admitted and it was true. He had thought many times about asking you to run your fingers through his wings. He would never complain about it but they were a little high maintenance and also sensitive. He never let anyone touch them because most people weren't gentle or he didn't trust them. He knew though that you were the gentlest person on Earth and that he could count on you to be careful.

At his reassurance, you smiled a bit. You reached a hand out to the part of his wing next to his shoulder. You both gasped a bit when your fingers made contact. Warren was a bit surprised at how sensitive they were to your touch and it had been a long time since anyone but himself had touched them. You were entranced by how soft they were. The feathers were delicate and there were so many. You were very careful in how you moved your hand along his wing, looking at him often to see if he was uncomfortable. As you were carding your fingers through his feathers, one came out. You gasped slightly horrified that you had hurt him.

"Hey, it's okay!" he rushed out as he saw your panic. "They just sort of... shed sometimes." He almost seemed embarrassed. Feathers would come off occasionally and he would often have to brush through them himself to release all of the loose feathers, sort of like brushing your hair. He reached to pick up the feather and held it in front of you for you to take. You gladly did and you twirled it in your fingers. "Maybe sometime, if you wouldn't mind, of course, you could help me brush through them?" he asked quietly and you smiled.

"Yeah of course. They seem like they might be a lot of work." you were touched that he trusted you to do that and you thought about how hard it must be to take care of them by himself when they were so big and most of his wings were behind him.

"You should see what it's like to shower with them," he grumbled and then his eyes widened at what he had said. He hadn't meant it to be an innuendo but now he was worried he offended you. Instead, he looked into your eyes and you fell into a fit of giggles.

"I might have to take you up on that offer." Your gentle gaze made him blush. He had never felt this comfortable with anyone. This safe. He decided right then that he would do anything you ever asked of him.

After that day, you and Warren became the cutest couple at the school. You were opposites in multiple ways and your relationship was more wholesome than any of your friends could handle. You got more confident in yourself and your abilities and he allowed himself to be more vulnerable. everyone agreed that you were a match made in heaven.

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