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lotus222 · 9 months

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Okay.

I only meant to make one SJM post cause Ik how certain girls like to tussle

But since the gwynriels and elucians decided to mess w me EVEN THO I SAID TO LOOK AWAY IF YOU GET EASILY TRIGGERED…

There is only one thing to do:

Talk more about why Elriel is not based in delusion — unlike some ships (not naming names, if you take offense that’s your mind questioning things)

Again, I am giving my PERSONAL OPINION. I even said at the end of my last post that I am not the author and I will love & respect whatever SJM does, which some of y’all can’t echo. That’s sad. This is a fictional world.

DISCLAIMER: if you’re easily triggered by elriel/elucian/gwynriel…l o o k a w a y

DISCLAIMER#2: I am unapologetic cause this is my page :)

Also, stop hitting my line with the “I wasn’t going to respond to this but…” or “you’re so anti…” like 1, if you weren’t going to respond, then don’t. It’s not that serious where the world is BEGGING for your opinion. And 2, I’m not anti anything, I’m pro-logic, again if that offends you then that’s a convo for you and you not you and me.

Now onto the main event…

Azriel

My mans is being dragged through the mud both in the books and online. We say we “love him” but are ignoring what he wants and babes, that’s Elain. If you don’t like her personally, that’s not how Az is feeling, that’s how YOURE feeling. Gwyn has one chapter (+1 sentence) of where I can even attempt to grasp at what Gwynriel’s quote as bible, but again, AZ AND ELAIN HAVE 3 BOOKS. Y’all are acting like Rhys in Az’s bonus chapter and if Rhys couldn’t make his stance acceptable, y’all definitely can’t.

Elain

Again, I say, if you do not like the lady pictured above, stop reading ACOTAR cause she ain’t going anywhere. To be so for real, I didn’t mind Elain at first, meaning I didn’t care whether or not she was included in any story whatsoever. But as I read ACOWAR and ACOFAS, I started realizing that there’s something so lovely about having a character who is innately good and wants/practices peace in a world of animosity and ugliness. She brings beauty in all areas of her life and I think that there’s nothing bad about being “boring” cause that just means your life ain’t a dang mess (*cough* *cough* everybody else in this book)

So here is where I debunk all the claims I have grown tired of ignoring:

• #1 - “He hadn’t gotten that far into his planning beyond the fantasies he’s pleasured himself to.”

(Picture credit: unknown) Get a good look cause that’s what he’s doing at night when he thinks about ELAIN. (It’s canon, so cry to yourself)

So, y’all really think you got us here, huh? So, my man Azriel blatantly admits to thinking of Elain when he wants to be intimate and y’all STILL want your girl to be with this man?

Ugh

Anyway, so Azriel hadn’t planned a relationship with Elain…OKAY???? Did you expect this man to have a map laid out about how he’s going to steal Lucien’s mate??? Do y’all even know Azriel? Like, be so for real rn.

Idk about y’all but when I have a crush on someone, I’m not thinking about how to steal them from the rest of the world, I’m imagining kissing them or going on cute dates. Not how I’ll actually make it happen. And ik y’all do that too with your favorite celebrities so stop playing.

He has a crush. Can you let the man figure out if Elain even wants him to act on it before he plans a 12-step mission on making Lucien disappear forever?

Azriel doesn’t want to force his emotions on anyone (as seen with Mor) so of course he’s not going to act or plot without confirmation that the other person in the party wants that. I.E. why he hadnt tried anything with Mor in all the CENTURIES that he liked her.

So, yeah, consider that point invalid.

• #2 - Lucien is Elain’s mate

(PC: @shauna_the_author) *sigh* This one cannot be dubunked, unfortunately, because it is true. You got me here.

BUT

Elain is more likely to marry Nuala and Cerridwen before she spends the rest of her life with Lucien.

And it has nothing to do with Lucien. It really, really doesn’t. Elain simply doesn’t like him. Y’all were in my comments like “oh he didn’t really sell out Elain and Nesta, he didn’t know”. OKAY. But Elain literally says in ACOWAR that she knows Lucien as two things: Feyre’s friend and the MAN WHO SOLD THEM OUT TO HYBERN

Who cares if it isn’t true, that’s what Elain thinks and with her in mind, you can’t say that this bond means anything more to her than Lucien having some ownership of her which she doesn’t like at all. She even tells Graysen that she doesn’t care Lucien is her mate (“I belong to no one, but my heart belongs to you.”)

Whereas with Azriel, my girl is practically skipping into his arms; talking with him about her dream garden, getting him not one but two solstice gifts, almost-kissing him, recoiling at Cassian’s dagger but actively using Azriel’s…

Idk about y’all but if someone who was fated to be with me was acting this way with another girl, I’d drop him like a hot potatoe. AND AS LUCIEN SHOULD. He deserves someone who wants him, not someone who, as even Lucien said in ACOWAR when he was questioning if Elain was “worth it”, is shackled to him.

I harbor no ill will toward this dreamy man, but it ain’t gonna happen so do Elain a favor and lose her number, k?

• #3 - Sarah wouldn’t do the 3 brothers with 3 sisters, it’s too cliche

Write your own book then. Fan fiction is a thing. If the ONLY thing preventing you to see reason is the possibility of a cliche in a book about kingdoms and fairies and magic then your priorities are so out of shape I won’t even spend the time explaining it to you.

This is SARAH’s WORLD. If she wants to be cliche and have the three female protagonists end up with the three male protagonists then let her. Omg.

• #4 - That Gwynriel scene tho

(NOTE THE PICTURE) Oh, you mean the bonus chapter that featured thoughts about Elain? Not that one? Oh, then maybe you mean the other bonus chapter that featured thoughts about Elain? No? You mean the scene with Gwyn…hmmm

OH! You mean the 2 page conversation about training and why he couldn’t sleep (cause of Elain) and the subsequent regift of Elain’s present to Gwyn. Yeah, I know about that but why are we talking about it? Cause that means Az likes Gwyn? Huh?

That’s how delulu y’all sound. And if I hear another “you’re the ribbon Az”, one more time I’ll scream. THE RIBBON WAS ABOUT TRAINING NOT GWYN WANTING TO SLEEP WITH THE MAN. We are talking about the same girl who hadn’t left a library in god knows how long because of a sexual trauma and y’all are forcing her onto another man??

Gwyn was focused on coming into herself and mastering the ways of the Valkyrie. Nesta meant Gwyn found another obstacle in Az that she would have to overcome to become a Valkyrie. The only man Gwyn was concerned about was Cassian and that’s cause he was getting it on with Nesta. Again, be so for real right now.

I refuse to acknowledge this point until the opposing ships acknowledge the 3 books (+ ACOFAS) of build up between Elain and Azriel.

• #5 - Elain doesn’t belong in the Night Court

This is the last point I’ll mention cause I actually feel bad for dogging the Gwynriels like this, but it had to be done. (Elucians get a pass bc at least their ship is based in evidence)

Elain doesn’t belong in the Night Court, okay, yeah Cassian said that the colors drown her out, I’ll give you that.

But Elain doesn’t know where she belongs anymore, just like Azriel has said about himself. She’s still figuring herself out and what she wants, so it’s okay she looks odd at times or feels at times out of place. Azriel keeps his shadows out 24/7 for the same reason. He doesn’t let anyone past the front he puts on unless he knows it’s safe to. They’re both figuring out how to live their best lives in their current lives.

I’ve heard Dusk Court theories and others but I won’t even repeat those (even tho they’re so good and you should definitely look into them). They just need to find their place in this world (and Cassian was right, Elain DOES NOT BELONG in the Hewn City).

Just like how Nesta didn’t believe she belonged in the Inner Circle, I believe there’s a place for Elain and Azriel where they can be themselves. They just need to find it I.E. their book.

Okay, that’s enough slaying of my enemies for one post. Again, this is just my opinion/theories and at the end of the day I’ll be happy with whatever Mrs. Maas gives us as long as she gives us something.

Act correctly or else I’ll be back.

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multifan2022 · 2 months

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*kinda scared to post this.. Defiantly not my normal territory. Love the damn show though, dont care. Hope its decent. Picturing Cassius as Jacob Elordi. Maybe part 2? if it goes over well, if so ideas? idk if i can even write anymore for real 😶 this took me so fricken long.*

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Sighing you looked up at.. What did that say? “Hazbin Hotel”.. “Oookay.” You said drawn out sarcastically as you looked down and closed your eyes. You knew you had to go in, you owed this to your Dark Lady. You swore to her that you would look after her daughter, she had given you everything you ever wanted. Knocking you brace yourself with a smile for your niece Charlie who you could already hear squealing.

You do smile though that she throws herself at you and hugs you while bouncing on her toes. Vaggie smiles softly while telling her girlfriend that she should bring you inside. Soon your sitting in front of Husk who's making you a drink, Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor and finally Angel and Sir Pentious. The last two had seemed in almost aw when you had finally stepped inside fully and reached up to drop your hood and remove your cloak. Honestly you were use to it, even if it was always flattering.

As a devout follower of The Dark Lady, Lilith, in your human life you were granted a doll like version of the look you always wanted in life. BUT your time was highly coveted, you had many things to do, even more so in her ladys absence. The seat at her table was something you worked hard for, and something you would never be giving up. You would be here when she returned. “This whole idea is beautiful sweetie. You know if you ever need something, Ill do everything I can to help.” From beside you, you swear you feel Pentious’ tongue touch you when he speaks. He's so close. “I bet your powerful!”

You smile while looking down, it was a play at shyness but Alastor and Husk could see right through it. “How did such a beaut end up here anyways!” Angel said, laughing and throwing himself on the couch. “Here as in??” You circled your finger in the air “Hell.. or the Hotel?” Ending with pointing at the floor. Hearing a static “Both” you looked at the Radio Demon, under different circumstances you would be creeped out by his never falling smile. But for some reason you werent, you hadnt been scared of anyone in a long time so it wasnt that. But moving on you took a deep breath and said nonchalantly “I'm a follower of Lady Lilith, so of course I ended up here.”

Husk half chuckled, half scoffed and your head snapped with unnatural speed to him. Chills shot down his neck as the smile on your lips and the look in your eye. He could almost feel you skinning him, when you crossed one leg over your knee and leaned onto the counter and smiled at him he wanted to run. “Ok pussycat.. You wanna know why I'm here.. Let me show you.” Waving your hand a deep deep red smoke encompassing the room as everyone felt the floor fall from under them next thing they knew, they were all standing somewhere none of them knew. Ancient Greece. “Never speak to me again, Cassius!” They heard before turning and falling into your memory.

Storming down the hall you had never felt such pain, such anger and betrayal. You felt broken. Your favorite colored shorter toga dress whipped around your thighs as you ran. You didn't even know where you were too, running until your toes hit the water. Then your knees as you start screaming until your throat is raw before sobbing. “Why??” You cried softly trying to understand how one person could feel so much pain and still be alive. You were thinking that you wish you could just die. That there would never be someone who would understand this pain before feeling warmth wrap around you. Opening your eyes to the most beautiful woman standing before you. Well, she kinda stood before you, she was fuzzy, almost ghost-like. “Don't cry daughter of Lilith, let us take care of this.” As she spoke she tilted her head, the smile on her face taking over a savage edge. As she faded your anger grew, any other feeling gone, any thought besides revenge then death gone.

Behind you, you heard your name being shouted. By him.. By the man who had betrayed you. The man you had been seeing, giving yourself too. Who you were supposed to marry tomorrow. You had found him out for a stroll with his son.. His son and his wife.. A son and a wife you clearly didn't know about. His face had dropped when his eyes connected with yours, both of your worlds freezing. Because the problem was, he truly did love you. He didn't come from a very wealthy family, so this marriage, he couldn't mess it up. His father would kill him, and probably you. He didnt know what he was going to do or tell you tomorrow. But now he didnt need too, but he had broken your heart in the worst way. He just wanted a moment to try to explain.

Unfortunately for him, the moment your heart broke, someone powerful stepped in. She had been waiting for you, Lilith. She could feel the impending heart break from hell and knew she had to step in. She didnt feel connected to living women often so when she did, she paid attention. She had grasped and pulled forward the woman she wanted you to be. Allowed you to embrace your rage and take an inhuman amount of power, one you knew without words would kill you. You felt a weird calm, an almost buzzing hot but calm numbness spread across your skin as you stood. Your voice was low, but somehow Cassius heard it. “Get in the water.”

You heard him stop , could somehow feel him just at the edge as the waves barley lapped the tips of his sandals. “Get in the water” you repeated your voice deeper than he had ever heard, raspy from crying but carried something.. Something that gave him goosebumps. All the hairs on his hairs and neck standing on end, his guts screaming at him to run. He watched the fingers on your left run slowly through the water, the setting sun sparklingly off your now useless engagement ring. He audibly gulped as you slowly turned to him, black veins around your eyes and spreading from your finger tips and throat. “Or Ill raise the tide so high..” You looked down at his feet as a slightly larger wave splashed his toes “All of Delos will die..” Looking him in the eyes he jumped, there was a slight glow to your eyes, almost gold mixed with red. He was terrified.

“Get in the water.”

Taking a panicked breath he feels water.. Hitting.. His calves? Looking down his panic increases “Wait..” His mind is speeding down any and every possible avenue but its coming up with nothing but fear. Fear so encompassing as he hears you tell him again, and he swears he sees you take a step forward. “Stop” he says in a desperate shout, the waves now up to his knees. “Stop this.. Please.” he begs as you tilt your head and take another slow step toward him. He sounds so pathetic you think as you ball your hands into fists, his wife stumbling onto the sand as well, pulling their son behind her. She calls out to him, but Cassius cant look away from the woman in front of him.

Are the veins glowing now? Is your hair? Is it moving, whipping back and forth wildly? You could feel the anger rising, it was an all encompassing avalanche of emotions. Seeing her made all that pain real again, pulled it past the surface, shoved you over your breaking point. A tiny, very small part of you felt bad for the child as you refocused on his father. Turning to look back at him, you have a small evil smirk on your face. Unclenching your hands and raising them slowly to inspect your palms you spoke again. “Ill make tidal waves so profound..” Cocking your head to the other side your eyes flick to the woman who screams Cassius again. The smirk spreads into a full grin “Both your wife and your son will drown.”

“NO!” He screams anguish, panic, fear its all right there. Suddenly your in his face. The wind harshly blowing around both of you now, your hair flying this way and that in soft caresses across your cheeks and forehead. Your breathing the same air, his anguished puff of air as he tries to find the words, the feelings, the anything to give you to calm you down. To fix this. But he jumps when you next speak, the volume and the venom in your voice scare any half thoughts he had away. “GET IN THE WATER!” Now the waves, they arent small calm waves crashing gently on his legs.

They are slamming into them, the water up to his hips, now reaching his wife and sons feet as others gather and panic starts to ensue. People are screaming behind him, but no one will come any closer. The fear and uncertainty was pabable. The smile on your face kept growing, the glow in your eyes now bright and eerie. “GET IN THE WATER!!” You screamed again, taking a step back and turning before spinning back and grabbing his neck with both hands. You were tall for a woman, but Cassius was taller. It was one of things you always loved about him. In your rage you pulled him to you by his throat. He has no idea how your so steady on your feet. He is rocking back and forth, his sandals being sucked into the sand by retreating water.

Squeezing as you started to pull him with you, stepping backwards. Keeping eye contact, it was controlling, you didnt know how you were doing it. But as you kept talking it was like you were compelling him. Letting go as you spun the two of you around and point out towards the open sea. You were so close your noses were touching, he could feel your lips brush against his as you whispered. “ Dont mistake my threats for bluff. You have lived more than enough..” Cassius knew he was dead, he could feel his body moving against his will. Somehow your whisper shook him to the bone, deeper than anything else had.

He looked toward his son one last time, mouthed ‘i love you’ as his feet drug him deeper. Without ever looking at his wife, he turned his gaze back to you. He looked at you with such despair, but also understanding. He KNEW he hurt you, he KNEW that you were an outsider. You had come here from one of the tribes on the main land. He knew your gods and his were different. It had never bothered him, but now hes thinking he shouldve listened harder. Shouldve known better. Shouldve loved you correctly.

Tears streaming down your cheeks, you could feel yourself dying. Whatever that woman had given you was fading. You were running out of time. You wanted to see him die. When he smiled sadly at you and mouthed that he loved you to a violent heat pulsed over you. You felt like you were on fire as you stormed in anger towards him, grabbing his throat again and shoving him down. “GET IN THE WATER!” You scream one last time, before following him with the pull of the waves into the ocean.

The last thing you remember besides happiness and warmth, was seeing him sinking deeper into the darkness.

Snapping your fingers you released everyone from your hold. Sir Pentious started to gag, his little egg buddies having passed out or thrown up. Everyone looks shocked, even Alastor is momentarily without his sinister grin. Not even a full breath later, Angel and Husk are badgering you with questions. How did you get the power? Where you a follower in life or was this chance? Is your ex here in hell? That doesnt tell us how powerful you are down here! Charlie at some point rewrapped herself around you and is crying for your broken heart. Your patting her head and smiling while answering all of the questions and showing off little tricks.

Never noticing the tall dark demon behind you, still slightly stunned.. In what he thinks is.. Awe?

“Hm.. This wont due.”

#alastor hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor the radio demon #radio demon #the radio demon #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #alastor x you #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor imagine

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stevie-petey · 1 month

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Hi! I know you're sleepy ( I am too it's almost one am over here) but I had a blurb idea to send in!

Steve going over to the Henderson house for the first time and what does momma Henderson do? Pull out the baby photos of course! Both her and Steve just fawning over baby reader, and momma Henderson bragging about her beautiful children. A personal story from my childhood, people thought my mom put chapstick on me and my brother cause we had red lips and my mom would brag and tell them it was all natural. That just gives me Ms. Henderson vibes

Goodnight❤️

i can finally do this one !!! we made it babyyyy

enjoy <3

"come over."

"dustin?"

"come over." he says again, not even bothering to say hello.

steve isnt sure why hes so surprised by this. "howd you get my number?"

"dont worry about it. be here before y/n gets home. bye."

and thats how steve finds himself having a snack with your mom and dustin before jonathan has even dropped you off at home. he knows he couldve told the kid no, but honestly? steve was bored and this was a good excuse to see you.

plus, he got to meet your mom, which was a bonus.

steve knocks on your front door, slightly nervous, and when your mom answers, she looks disappointed when she sees that its him. "oh... youre not jonathan."

"im sorry?" steve frowns, unsure what to do. he hadnt been expecting such a response from the woman.

dustin is quick to save him though, running up to the door and greeting steve with a smile. "steve! ya made it!"

"we live like, ten minutes apart." he mumbles, very much aware of claudia just staring at him. she doesnt look upset, per say, but steve can tell that shes trying to decide steves place.

dustin rolls his eyes and tugs him aside, saying to his mother, "steves a friend, mom. well, he was y/n's friend first, but now hes mine."

when claudia hears this, her eyes widen and she suddenly fills with glee. she yanks steve into a hug and squeals, "oh, y/n has a boyfriend?"

"n-no!" steve carefully pulls away from the woman, not wanting her to get any wrong ideas. hes here to charm her, maybe make her like him more than she likes jonathan, but he doesnt want her thinking hes only after her daughter. "we're just friends, y/n and i. nothing else, mrs. henderson. i promise."

claudia pinches his cheek. "youre so cute when you lie!"

"mom," dustin clears his throat, trying to get his moms attention, but she doesnt listen.

"youre such a handsome young man, its no surprise my baby girl has taken to you!" steve tries to correct her again, but the next words that come out of her mouth only make him shut up and play along. "would you like to see baby photos of dusty and y/n?"

"oh absolutely i would, mrs. henderson!" steve exclaims, now looping his arm through hers.

dustin tries to block their path to the kitchen. "what! no! whats happening?"

"step aside, dusty." steve teases, overjoyed by this turn of events. "i have a wonderful lady on my arm who is offering me baby photos of her lovely children."

claudia giggles. "oh, arent you just charming?"

steve bats his eyelashes at her, and when she isnt looking, he sticks his tongue out at dustin.

dustin stands in the living room, horrified of the monster he has created.

#ask #anon #m speaks #come home blurb #m's writing #set in season 2 !#steve is such a kiss ass #i love him

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pastanest · 1 year

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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @rosieathena - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x gender neutral!reader

Reid x SingleParent!Reader

- Spencer knew from the first date that you were a single parent, you told him right off the bat because you knew the kind of fearful responsibility that puts on any partner you have and you were fully prepared for him to just up and leave the restaurant

- but he didnt

- he bashfully admitted he already knew because when he’d quite literally bumped into you while on a case, your phone lockscreen was a picture of you kissing a baby in a hospital, he could see baby powder stains on your bag, and your eyes only lingered on him for a moment before they locked onto a stranger’s baby in a stroller that had just started crying

- from then on you had no doubt that he was a fantastic profiler, and you would continue to praise him for being the best at his job, to which he would respond “Im the only profiler you’ve ever met!”

- considering Spencer was in his 30’s, he had decided he was ready to have a family of his own

- in his job, obviously, this ambition was a scary one, because having a family means them automatically being at risk

- but, he was confident that he could be a good protector

- it was 4 days after making this conclusion that he met you, so he had followed up that conclusion with the continued hypothesis of fate

- and when he was introduced to your daughter, he was solidly convinced that fate was as real as you were

- you had warned Spencer that your daughter was very shy and quiet around new people, especially men because she hadnt grown up in a house with a male presence, so he wasnt expecting much of an interaction with her, but he wanted to make a good impression

- he asked what your daughter’s interests were, and your immediate answer was bugs. your daughter loved insects. she loved bringing them into the house to show you and then placing them somewhere and expecting them to stay wherever she left them, which they never did, and that often resulted in lots of bugs roaming your house

- Spencer thought this was fantastic. a three year old girl fascinated by insects? it wasnt exactly abnormal, but it was also pretty rare and outside of the stereotypical interests of young children, which was perfect, as Spencer was also a somewhat abnormal man

- he arrived at your house to meet your daughter, knocking on the door politely and holding the neatly wrapped gift behind his back

- as soon as you opened the door, Spencer grinned at you, and you welcomed him inside

- once the door was closed, you called up the stairs to your daughter, and she appeared in half a second. 0.32 seconds, Spencer counted.

- she was easily the cutest child Spencer had ever seen, and this was doubled when she made her way down the stairs, one of her hands holding onto the bannister as she let one short leg down a step and then the other

- naturally, she ran to you, and you crouched down to her level so that you could hug her in a reassuring way

- Spencer followed suit and crouched down too

“Hello, I heard that you’re an insect expert!” He greeted her quietly, but excitedly.

The little girl visibly gained interest. “How did you know that?”

He looked at you and then back at your daughter, smiling slightly. “Im a secret agent.”

The little girl shook her head, but he could tell she didnt entirely disbelieve him. “No way!”

“Yes way! And on a recent mission, I came across a particular lady who I think you’d really like to meet.”

He could tell he had peaked her interest because she stopped hiding herself behind you, her curiosity getting the better of her. Spencer then handed her the parcel he had been holding behind his back, she unwrapped it to reveal a stuffed toy. Her eyes lit up.

“What is it!?!”

“This is a praying mantis! Otherwise known as a praying mantid, or Mantodea. And you’d better be careful she doesnt find a boy of her species, because she’ll eat him!”

- your daughter squealed with delight at this, and Spencer began reciting countless facts about praying matises, fascinating your little girl beyond belief, and that was the foundation of his bond with her

- after that, every time he came to visit he would have another praying mantis fact

- and once he ran out of those, he found another unique stuffed toy of an insect and educated her with facts about those, too

- you were amazed at how quickly he earnt your daughter’s trust

- naturally, it made you fall in love with him even more

- having a child meant it took a little longer for the three of you to move in together, you wanted to be 100% sure this was a more permanent arrangement because otherwise it could create serious instability for your daughter

- however, Spencer made a promise that even if you and him didnt work out, he would gladly continue his role as a non-biological father to your daughter if that was alright with you; he had grown attached to her, as she had to him

- your relationship was perfect, you still had regular date nights and you were no less romantic than a couple in the honeymoon phase who didnt have a child

- the honeymoon phase didnt exactly end for you two, though

- you fell in love with each other and formed a beautiful love as a family

- the day your daughter called Spencer “Dad”, was a day that had both you and him crying into each other for an hour straight

- he was the perfect role model, advisor, supporter and father to your daughter

- and he was the perfect lover, supporter, boyfriend and future husband to you

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #imagines #imagine #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon

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moon3thereal · 1 year

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Summertime sadness

NOT MY GIF!!

Pairings: Platonic Lady lesso x OC! never student

Genre: hurt/comfort

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, break down

A/n: honestly this was a very self indulging fic and the title is just my new hyperfixation! This is not proofread and written on my phone so I'm sorry for any typos and the mediocrity of it

you are not allowed to copy, translate or repost my work onto any other platform without explicit permission from me.

1200 words

"Ms. LeFay, see me after class." Isolde's heart sank as she heard the edge in Lady Lesso's voice, she gave a curt nod in return and spent the rest of the class in a world of her own while the dean delivered her lecture on eternal curses.

Isolde only snapped out of her daze when the deafening bell rang signaling the end of class, she slowly rose up from her seat hoping to blend in to the multitude of students streaming out of the class to no avail.

She hadnt even been able to take a step before a firm hand curled around her bicep. Isolde let out a huff of frustration and allowed herself to be stopped since there was no escaping the dean of evil, as a matter of fact she wasn't even sure why she tried, she'd just listen to the lecture Lady Lesso surely had in store for her about her poor performance and try her best not to break down right in front of her dean.

When all the students were gone, the classroom descended into a heavy silence between Lady Lesso and Isolde. she couldn't even bring her eyes up to meet the striking green of her teacher's gaze. When the silence got too loud, it was evident Lady Lesso was waiting for her student to speak up, so speak up Isolde did.

At that moment, it felt like everything she felt that was kept inside of her rushed out without hesitance. "yes I know I'm a huge disappointment, did you want an apology from me Lady Lesso? Well here it is, I'm sorry I can't always be the high achiever I'm portrayed as, I'm sorry I can't always live up to your expectations, I'm sorry I'm such a failure, I'm sorry you wasted your time on me for nothing. Is that what you wanted to hear? Well here it is. I really hope you're happy now."

Isolde inhaled deeply after her outburst and promptly turned on her heel to leave, Lady Lesso hadn't interrupted her once during her shouting but now her cane shot out to bar the door." I don't seem to recall dismissing you, Ms LeFay. Now if you're done with your tantrum, I would like to speak." she said calmly

"You know I always receive first place ranks, it's standard at this point.I lost to Hester and that's unacceptable" Isolde gritted out "You deserved it, you weren't giving me your best, your curse was perfunctory and you completely deserved the grade I gave you. Now before you shout and rage and attempt to run away yet again, I want you to listen to me very carefully." Lady Lesso paused to gaze at her student sternly, receiving a tentative nod of her head before continuing

"What exactly have you been doing to yourself these past few days? No, hold on, I'd like to guess. You've been spending your nights in the library and your days buried by your own anxiety and putting unnecessary pressure on yourself to be flawless constantly and not allowing yourself any leeway, does that sound quite right?" Lady Lesso asked with a perfect eyebrow raised.

It wasn't what Isolde had expected from her mentor, not at all, and it caught her off guard,"Im sorry, I- what-?" she stuttered, confusion lining her features "Despite what you may feel about me Ms LeFay, being your mentor for four years has made me fond of you, and I know that your behaviour today was completely abnormal."

Lady Lesso leaned against her desk and assessed the look of panic on Isolde's face, she softened and added in a softer tone, "and about what you said just now, you will never apologise to me for being a disappointment again. I have never been disappointed in you, in fact I will even go as far as to say you have always, and will always make me proud. And if I'm right, this has all come to be because you didn't manage to complete Professor Sheek's test in time and you haven't attended her class ever since then. There's one thing you sorely need to be told Isolde, you cannot continue basing your entire self-worth on what people think of you and numbers on a paper,that's no way to live, you are so much more than that my dear."

At this point there were tears welling in Isolde's eyes and she struggled to regulate her breathing and this time when she felt Lady Lesso's hand guide her without her usual vice-like grip to sit, she obediently slumped on a chair." you're really not disappointed in me?" she asked in a small voice while staring at her own feet suddenly feeling deeply embarrassed of her outburst.

"No my dear of course I'm not, however I would like you to take better care of yourself and to stop being so harsh on yourself to the point of getting into this state. I've never seen you like this and I will help you in any way if it means I won't ever see you like this again." Lady Lesso said gently. Isolde let out a relieved sigh and allowed her tears to slide down her cheeks as she leaned into her teacher's embrace. They stayed like that for a few minutes, Lady Lesso calmed her down subtly by rubbing her back softly and whispered assurances.

After a while, Isolde had calmed down sufficiently and her sobs has quieted to sniffles. "You'll take the day off and actually enjoy the privilege of your position as head of student body and take a bath, read, paint, enjoy your single room, you do know that everyone else has to share and they'd give up anything to have the room that you do don't you?" some of the sarcasm had returned to the dean's voice.

Isolde immediately frowned and protested, "but I have curses and death traps with you again and another class in the evening, I couldn't possibly-" Lady Lesso cut off her students stream of protests and spoke authoritatively "you can and you will, I am your dean and I demand that you not return to classes until tomorrow, I can have someone lock you in your dorm if you'd like Ms LeFay" she said in a stern tone.

"I- alright, I'll take the day off but if I fail anything tomorrow, I'm going to put the blame on you." Isolde said attempting to sound sour. The only response Lady Lesso gave was a incredulous laugh, she knew that her best student couldn't possibly fail a class if she missed an entire year, not to mention a day, but she didn't dole out praises often and she wouldn't start now.

"come, I'll walk you to your dorm" she said and opened the doors of her classroom expectantly to see several students eavesdropping on your conversation "if anyone has anything to say about this, I'm sure we can set up a time for a fun chat in the doom room." she sent them her signature glare that made students flee at the sight of it and it worked magnificently just as it did every time.

#lady lesso x reader #lady lesso #school of good and evil #leonora lesso #leonora lesso x reader #lady lesso fanfic #lady lesso fluff #Stress comfort #hurt/comfort

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davejade-daily · 5 months

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3 - massive fail 2 electric boogaloo

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As soon as he steps foot through the door, he is totally regretting his life’s decisions. Scanning the room, it is as he feared: The Girl is there, laughing with Karkat and, surprisingly, John. Dave does a double take. John and Karkat in the same room together? He’s surprised the place is still standing. Dave hopes that she - Jade, right? - has forgotten all about him and his massive uncool failure, but Karkat turns his head to see who’s at the door, and shit, the jig is up. It’s all over. He can pinpoint the exact moment Karkat realizes the power he has to turn around and ruin Dave’s life. He does not disappoint, nudging Jade and saying something barely audible to her. John perks up, looking over as well. Take a picture losers, it’ll last longer, Dave thinks sourly as John begins to wave.

JOHN: dave!!! it’s me, john!!

DAVE: wow really i hadnt noticed

He makes his way up to the counter, Rose in tow. He knows she’s watching all this go down with sharp amusement, feeling her beady little eyes on his back. John is sitting on the counter (to compensate for his shortness), and Karkat moves up to the register in front of them. Jade is nowhere to be seen.

KARKAT: HEY DAVE.

He gives Dave a shit-eating grin.

KARKAT: HAVE I INTRODUCED YOU TO MY FRIEND YET?

KARKAT: I THINK YOU’D REALLY LIKE HER.

KARKAT: YOU HAVEN’T MET BEFORE, RIGHT?

DAVE: no no i definitely havent she doesnt have a very memorable face no siree

DAVE: who is this person to have been deemed worthy of my acquaintance

DAVE: im a very busy guy karkat

DAVE: not a lot of time for trivial matters like consorting with coffee-making damsels

KARKAT: OH I’M SURE.

KARKAT: COME HERE, LOVE. OH SORRY, I MEAN LOVELY LADY.

The lady in question pokes her head out of the pantry, tilting it quizzically.

JADE: wait karkat are you talking to me

JADE: i mean uhh

JADE: yes?

KARKAT: I WANT YOU TO MEET SOMEONE.

KARKAT: THIS IS DAVE.

DAVE: sup

DAVE: nice to meet you

DAVE: definitely for the first time

JADE: uhhh yeah! likewise

Dave holds his hand out to shake, and Jade awkwardly slaps it like a high five. This is going great. Karkat looks ready to pass away from holding in hysterical laughter. In the background, John looks confused. This is not an unusual occurance, as John is often confused. It’s a fact of life at this point. Rose has ambled over to the display case and appears to be intently scrutinizing the goods.

DAVE: so uh

DAVE: john

DAVE: whatre you doing here

DAVE: are you a coffee connoisseur

DAVE: now are you fancy bitch or starbucks junkie

DAVE: i dont see you as either honestly but then again i didnt know you liked coffee at all

JOHN: no, i’m visiting my sister! jade.

JOHN: do you really not remember me ever talking about her?

JOHN: we’ve known eachother for what, 6 years?

JOHN: i even said something about it a couple days ago! i told you i would be busy because i would be helping her here.

DAVE: i have no recollection of this

DAVE: wheres the evidence egbert

KARKAT: I CALL BULLSHIT.

DAVE: surprise surprise

DAVE: im shocked

DAVE: flabbergasted even

DAVE: if i wasnt so young youd need to call life alert because i just had a heart attack

JADE: i know cpr!!

DAVE: impressive

DAVE: a woman of many talents

DAVE: i respect that

ROSE: So very feminist of you, Dave.

ROSE: Your progress is astounding.

JOHN: dave’s a feminist now?

JOHN: i think the lack of sun exposure on his eyes has somehow warped his brain.

DAVE: whats the problem guys theres nothing wrong with feminism

DAVE: i love feminism. i. love women?

KARKAT: ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT?

ROSE: Did something change in the last few minutes that I wasn’t aware of?

KARKAT: I SEEM TO RECALL DIFFERENT THINGS.

JOHN: i like women too.

John nods in a very serious manner. Dave can’t tell whether he’s actually serious or doing it for the bit. He doesn’t think he wants to know the answer

DAVE: im glad

DAVE: women really need to be liked and treasured

DAVE: anyway

DAVE: can i get a uhh

DAVE: latte

Karkat resumes his place at the register and ringing him up. Jade turns and starts making the espresso, and Dave steps back to let Rose order. He finds himself a seat at the bar counter next to John, resting his arms on it and talking about nothing in particular. He’s only half paying attention, watching Jade work from the relative privacy his shades offer.

A short while later, a latte is pushed across the counter to him. The frothy milk jiggles a bit as it stops, and he observes the expertly poured heart shape in the foam. When he looks up, Jade has already moved on to the next customer, laughing over her shoulder at something he can’t see.

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hey there quick authors note ig

thank you (especially you!! you know who you are. you can absolutely be crowned our number one fan) for the support on our silly little self-indulgent writing

#dave strider #jade harley #davejade #sburban coffee #davejade fic #mod strider #mod harley

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rk-ceres · 9 months

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Blue Ain't Your Color

George Weasley x ________ just fluffy things i guess

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____ was sitting with her best friend on the steps of the shop after hours George and his girlfriend broke up a week ago and she had been harassing him non stop and he has been down hes been plastering a smile on his face acting like hes fine but ____, ____ could tell he was miserable having to grovel with Angelina to leave him alone. Ginny and Fred decided to take him to a muggle karaoke bar that ____ frequented, the group was a few drinks in she broke away from the crowd paying the machine grabbing the mic choosing the song the song started playing as she walked up to the group her white body con dress bringing the mic to her lips “i can see you over there staring at your drink watchin’ that ice sink all alone tonight” she started George’s head snapped to her Ginny’s mouth fell to the ground never having heard her sing before out of their seven year friendship, and surviving a war together. Fred gave her a small smile giving her a slight nod knowing how they felt about each other he thought that George and ____ were both blind and in denial. After all its not just a river that theyve been too in Egypt. George was already there when it came to ____ Fred believed that George? He was just too shy to show it he glanced to his twin who was staring right at ____ as she continued to sing to him. Out of every single person in the crowded bar. She was singing to George.

“and chances are youre sittin’ here in this bar ‘cause she Ain’t treatin’ you right” she stopped right in front of him holding her hand out for him George looked at her hand then back up at her face. Her eyes softened at him as she waited for him to take her hand. _____ knew that he was hurting and that his wings were damaged but she wanted to give him that push he needed to fly again. It was killing her seeing him so low and so sad. ‘Cmon George arent you going to tell me what happened between you and Angie? You always tell me everything’ ____ put a comforting hand on his shoulder ‘its nothing important Lady’ George gave her a sad smile ‘im just done with it. Its not worth the hurt anymore’ he continued ‘you ever going to stop calling me Ladybug?’ ___ said frustratedly ‘you ever going to stop being afraid of Ladybugs?’ He shot back ‘OH SHUT UP YOU PRATT!’ ___ whacked his shoulder laughing the first good laugh George had all week he looked at her biting his lip ‘you always knew how to make me feel better when im feeling down ____. Even if you gave me the space i needed to let my relationship grow.. you didnt push you let me figure out my emotions you read social ques and you just made everything so easy. Its always easy with you’ he whispered the last part ‘its easy because i knew you and you knew me since we were in nappies. Our mums are best friends they always said me you and Freddie were jointed at the hip’ ___ smiled at him George gulped down shaking his head again looking at her palm then back up at her the sparkle in her eye he noticed right away its the sparkle she got when she looked at him and only him George’s heart sped up at the thought

“well its probably not my place but im going to say it anyway ‘cause you look like you havent felt the fire had a little fun hadnt had a smile in a while baby” she sung waiting for his hand slowly he smiled softly at the beautiful girl in front of him Fred looked at her face as she looked at him it was so full of love and kindness he smiled and shook his head at his brother he looked at George and rolled his eyes “you idiot.” Fred whispered before he nudged George with his elbow “dance. Shes asking you to dance with her.” Fred rolled his eyes George glared at Fred “shut up” George said to his twin as he grabbed ____ hand allowing her to pull him up and into the middle of the dance floor he stared deep into her face studying every square inch of her face trying to memorize this moment ____ bit her lip as she put his hand on her hip the hand not holding the mic around his neck slowly rocking back and fourth keeping the mic close to her lips delivering the next line in the song “blue looks good on the sky. Looks good on that neon buzzin on the wall but darlin’ it dont match your eyes” she sung as he brought his other hand to her hip George couldnt help but notice how this… this moment. Him and her together on this dance floor. Just felt right. It felt like the world was slowing down. The crowd that was cheering her on as she sang was getting softer and softer as he started to lead her in the dance he sighed out fluttering his eyes closed, fingers slightlu digging into ladybugs skin… his Ladybug… pulling her closer to him she smiled at the gesture butterflies filling her stomach dancing here. With the bestfriend she was crushing on since third year ‘i really dont feel like going out tonight Fred, Gin. I just want to stay home and finish doing inventory. The shop needs to get this stuff done’ George protested ‘I’ve already done all the inventory and catalogued all products that need to be restocked and created. You and Fred have a to do list to for fill tomorrow morning and over the weekend curtsey of Ginny and i’ ___ smirked ‘you have no excuse. You are getting dressed. And coming with us no ands ifs or buts about it George Fabian Weasley!’ Ginny scolded him ‘has anyone told you that you sound like mum when you yell?’ George smirked at his favorite sibling she pulled out her wand ‘you want to say that again George?’ She said lowly ‘you wouldnt dare’ he said smiling ‘try me’ he smirked at the memory when ____’s voice pulled him out of his memories again

“im tellin’ you you dont need that girl, its so black and white shes stealing your thunder baby blue aint your color” she looked deeply in his eyes trying to tell him exactly how she felt about him without actually having to say a word Fred leaned into Ginny ‘ten galleons’ he whispered ‘nah. Its going to happen after her birthday theres no way he’s going to jump right in’ Ginny crossed her arms over her chest ‘youre wrong little sister’ Fred chuckled looking back at ____ and George ‘he’s been in love with her since we were six’ Fred huffed ‘i have no idea what he was thinking dating Angelina so long’ Fred added ‘probably didnt want the dynamic to change. Scared of losing her’ Ginny commented looking to her Older brother and then to the dance floor again ‘besides. Im sure mum wins this one. She called it from the start’ Ginny shook her head. George breathed out pulling her body closer to his as they swayed in each others arms he brought his head down to hers as he listened to her sing to him. He thought back through everything how she had comforted him listened to him rant she’d just sit there and listen she didnt say anything she gave him that shoulder to lean and cry on constantly his eyebrows furrowed as he thought back to everything. For as long as he could remember its been ____ and George. George and ____. She was the one who helped him fix things with his girlfriend for years how she wanted him to be happy… things finally started to click into place for him everything shes ever done wasnt because she was happy for him it was because she wanted him to be happy even if it wasnt with her he shut his eyes furrowing his brows “I'm not tryna Be another justPick you upKinda guyTryna drink you upTryna take you home” she paused cupping his cheek in her hand making him snap his eyes open again she looked at him like he was the only man in the world. The way she was looking at him in this moment caused Georges mouth to run dry and his heart to stop the nerves and butterflies he felt when he realized that this is how she had always looked at him she had always looked at him like he was the only thing that mattered. Like he was the only man she saw. ‘Hey you look dashing’ she walked into the room as he and Fred got ready for ule ball she straightened Georges tie before going to Fred ‘ready?’ She smiled up at Fred glancing back to George ‘Angelina is a lucky girl.’___ commented with a small frown ‘you look beautiful ____’ Fred said as he put the corsage on her hand she pinned his rose to his dress robe jacket George mentally cursed himself for not seeing the hurt in her eyes as the three of them walked out he slightly gripped her hips more dancing a little more enthusiastic as he looked into her beautiful eyes. He bit his lip leaning closer to her noses butting up against each other. He looked into her eyes… his chocolate orbs looking into her ____ ones. The eyes he could stare into for hours and get lost in them she hoped that this song could get him to understand what shes been trying to tell him not knowing he finally understood he understood everything ‘there it is Gin’ Fred commented ‘he finally figured it out for himself’ Fred smirked ‘yeah but that doesnt mean that hes going to do anything about it!’ Ginny whisper yelled to Fred ‘oh come on. Have a little more faith in George’ Fred rolled his eyes again

“but i don’t understand how another woman can take your sun and turn it ice cold” she sung to him staring straight into his eyes his brown eyes staring back at her as he grabbed her hand and spun her out and back to him intertwining the hands as they danced free hand on her hip much like when they danced together at yule ball only now it wasnt platonic. Not for him. Not anymore. He softly smiled at her placing a small chaste kiss on her head right where her hairline began as they danced together ‘hey hey hey!’ ____ yelled ‘TOO FAR! George shes your girlfriend youre out of line!’ ____ yelled at George after he had yelled at Angelina ‘she was just trying to get you better your hip is broken. And you need the PT!’ ____ yelled again ‘YOU NEED TO APOLOGIZE IMMEDIATELY’ ____ stared him down ‘i know youre in pain but you dont get to take it out on her get your ass out of fucking bed and do your fucking PT.’ She scolded ‘i did not take a wall to the back of my head to save Fred just to let you lose your ability to walk’ she muttered as he stared at her blankly for defending his girlfriend ‘thank you ____’ Angelina said while taking the other side helping George walk _____ has always been fearless, George thought to himself spinning her again effortlessly “well, i think ive had enough to drink and its makin’ me think i just might tell you if i was a painter id paint you bright” she sang with gravel in her voice as he dipped her bringing her back up tighter to him swaying again small smile playing at his lips he flushed red as she cupped his face brushing her thumb over his chapped lips catching a tear that shed out of his eye he looked at her with the same amount of adoration she was looking at him with he nuzzled his face into her free hand looking at her trying to communicate what he wanted to say to her through his eyes like how she was with him their entire lives as he danced with her “baby blue looks good on the sky… looks good on that neon buzzing on the wall but darlin’ it dont match your eyes”

she smiled softly at him his breath caught in his throat ‘are you sleeping with ____’ she asked hands on her hips george was taken aback ‘youre crazy shes my best friend theirs nothing going on between me and ____’ he laughed ludicrously ‘do you think im stupid George i see the way you look at her!’ ‘And how do i look at her tell me love seriously youre over reacting!’ ‘You look at her like shes the most important thing in the world youve NEVER looked at me like that and im your girlfriend George!’ She yelled ‘yeah. While youre running around with Blaise Zabini!’ He finally yelled at her ‘YOU THINK I DIDNT KNOW! HES BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU SINCE FOURTH AND I SIT BACK AND GRIT MY TEETH CAUSE YOU SAY ITS NOTHING! I RESPECT YOUR FRIENDSHIPS BUT SUDDENLY MINE IS A PROBLEM!’ He yelled ‘suddenly?!? Suddenly?!? Shes always been a problem shes always wanted you!’ She yelled at him chest heaving trying to catch her breath ‘me or her.’ she said crossing her arms over her chest ‘im not doing this with you love’ he mimicked her stance ‘how long have you been sleeping with Blaise’ he shifted his weight on the balls of his feet ‘you came home last week. With his cologne all over you. And a hickey on your ribs. A hand print on your ass. How long have you been cheating on me Ange. I know. So might as well just out with it. You get rid of him then we’ll talk.’ He asked calmly ‘her. Or. Me. Whats it going to be im not doing shit George. Not until that slut is out of your life’ he pinched his head in frustration he laughed a frustrated laugh ‘her.’ Her jaw dropped ‘her because youve already chose him. Now pack your shit and get. Out. Of. My. Flat’ ‘you dont mean that George’ it was her turn to laugh as he flicked his wand her clothes packing itself into a bag ‘i want you out of my flat. Now.’ He re iterated ‘you’re seriously choosing that skank over me!’ She yelled ‘___ never cheated on me. You did. This is the third time ive caught you cheating im done. DONE.’ He yelled ‘I never touched _____. Youve touched Blaise.’ George walked into his room dropping her bag outside the door and locked his door with magic “im telling you you dont need that girl its so black and white she’s stealing your thunder baby blue aint your color” she brought her nose to his shaking the memory from his head as his hand pulled her hips flush to his as she sang the chorus again “youre amazing ____” he whispered her eyes widened at the softness in his voice. A voice he’s only ever used with his girlfriend before blush creeping to her cheeks “im sorry… im sorry for everything Ladybug… i…. I understand now. I understand it I understand you” he said softly pulling her body closer to his he bit his lip “could you ever forgive me? Im so dumb” he whispered in her ear spinning her again she smiled at him

“Blue aint your color mmmm, mmm no baby come here baby let me light up your world Baby blue aint your color, blue aint your color, blue aint your color” she wrapped the mic arm around his neck foreheads together as her hand came to the back of his neck “theres that smile… that real smile…” she whispered to him “you should wear it more. Its beautiful” she felt his arms tighten again she turned slightly giving the mic away turning her attention back to him “youre beautiful.” He said she wrapped her arm around his neck again foreheads still touching his hot breath on her face “you’re beautiful, smart, funny, sexy, romantic, kind, and caring. All those love letters you helped me write. The advice you gave me for her. Keeping us together for so long. Those cheesy poems you wrote. They werent really for her were they? They were for me. You wrote them for me. Youre in love with me arent you?” Her breath caught in her throat “wipe that scared look off your face because” he breathed out opting to kiss her instead his lips brushed against hers softly when she didnt pull away he placed them fully on hers “i love you ____” he whispered against her lips “Finally” _____ whispered kissing him back “lets go home baby” George whispered into her lips again leading her out of the bar

Fred smirked at Ginny. "you owe me ten galleons" he laughed watching ____ and his brother leave the bar "shut your face you arse" Ginny rolled her eyes as she handed him the galleons "thank you" Fred smirked

#george weasley #george weasley x fem #george weasleyxreader #george wealsey imagine #fred and george

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actualbird · 2 years

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Dont bother with my first ask 😭 I was uhm- my brain was scattered—

Anyways 4 words.

Vyntem. Old married couple

-🥚

hullo hullo!! will now be tagging u as egg!anon :DDD and no worries about the first ask

your 4 words are VERY ENTICING and i think (?) u meant it to mean as in literal grows old together and married which is very sweet and cute and makes my heart wanna explode but sadly i cannot think of the concept of aging past 40 without crying hjHJVJKHSD so my brain went a different route where like

vyn and artem, canon age range and in the mutual pining stage (that came after mutual we are close friends now who shittalk each other stage which came after the mutual fine i tolerate and care for you stage WHICH came after the mutual i dont like you stage), completely unaware that theyre already giving off We've Been Married For Years vibes

i mean, think about it. in canon, the lighthearted bickering moments between vyntem already comprise of hilarious low blows (2 doctorates, vyn's sleep schedule)

that paired with the newfound closeness (an inevitability as the team continues to work together)

ADDITIONALLY SEASONED WITH an intimate knowledge of each other's idiosyncrasies and quirks

and also the fact that the NXX Lounge is arguably on vyn's property and thus artem is hanging out at his place on a regular basis

will end up with shit like

[at the farmer's market in front of a stall selling plants]

artem: no

vyn: i hadnt even said anything yet

artem: youre looking at the mint plant

vyn: and? is that a crime?

artem: we cannot get a mint plant

vyn: you use quite a lot of it in your dishes, i use quite a lot of it for baking. honestly i do not see the downside to welcoming another plant into the estate

artem: and i knew this would happen so i researched mint and i know you won't just want to get one, youre going to get several kinds and...we will end up with Too Much Mint. there isnt enough space in the garden for this

vyn: fiend

artem: Vyn.

vyn: Fiend.

old lady storeowner who has been there the entire time but vyn and artem just forgot to notice this: //chuckles. how long have you two been married?

vyn: what?

artem: im sorry?

vyn, looking away from artem, looking mint-wards to avoid eye contact with any human: we are...not...

artem, looking plant-wards but a plant thats not a mint because he doesnt want to somehow subtly reinforce mint purchasing: we're just

//artem pauses, not really knowing what on Earth he'd even label their relationship right now. close friends who sometimes mutually tread the line of that relationship but neither of them seem to be stepping Past the line? thats a bit of a mouthful. also, saying that would make artem want to spontaneously combust

storeowner: oh! had i---sorry, sorry, you two just remind me of me and my wife after the honeymoon period

vyn: oh

artem: hm

storeowner: anyhoo, would you like to buy spearmint, apple mint, peppermint---we have all sorts!

artem and vyn at the same time respectively: no / yes

#tears of themis #egg!anon #artem wing #vyn richter #asks

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firsttarotreader · 1 year

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You want to know the level of jealousy of a fandom, watch their reaction to a video like the one that lady on tiktok posted. Yes, darlings, that pretty lady was blessed with the look AND smile of Pedro and you didn't, SO WHAT? maybe one day you will, life is unpredictable! maybe you'll be looked and smiled by a even more prettier man! where are y'all self-esteem? that lady clearly had a very healthy one 'cause she not only didnt backed up from Pedro's stare but also approached him AND was confident she would get some hadnt she been dating someone at that time (she was clearly joking about getting married with him but she clearly felt she had a chance 'cause, duh, she's a babe). I admire women like that and think a lot of the ones in the fandom should follow her steps and grow some confidence too. GIRLS, LOVE YOURSELVES!

You see, this is actually funny. In this second video she tells more about the story, how they locked eyes, he winked and smiled and when she was at his table they were kind of just looking at each other. He was flirting and he was interested in her and THIS is why they are mad. 💁‍♀️ It’s not like she said they dated or anything, it was just flirting and they are this pressed. Yeah… lots of self-steem issues going on there, unfortunately…

Because this is not really why they are mad, anon. 😉

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clementinecyrilla · 2 years

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Eddie munson fic, chapter 2

What was that all about?

He thought.

She'd better be okay. Cause if anybody hurt her I swear to god-

Shes probably fine, maybe it just got broken into overnight. When she wasn’t here.

Or maybe she saw a wild animal, or had a power outage, or something.

“Henderson!” eddie shouted to his friend from across the courtyard. Dustin turned his head to see him, waved his hands to him, and they started to come get eachother.

“Hey, Dusty, do um-“. He started, almost embarrassed to be asking about a girl, who, he thought probably doesn’t like him in that way-

“Do you know if anything happened at the library?”

Dustin was perplexed by the question, confusion growing in his eyebrows.

“Um, I um, I have no idea. Why? What, did something happen to it?”

“I- I don’t know, dude. I just saw a bunch of police cars outside of it this morning. “

“Huh… that’s, weird.” Dustin replied, confused.

“Well, hopefully everything is okay.” He said, putting his hands together, as he turned the way he'd been before a d walked off.

My ears were ringing.

I couldn’t hear anything, I couldn’t focus on anything, and kept getting lost in my own thoughts for the rest of the day. Luckily it’s a Friday, which surprisingly doesn’t get very busy at all. It actually gets the opposite.

Nearly empty all day long, just me and my coworkers.

“Hello?” a muffled voice spoke.

Suddenly hands were waving in front of me, breaking me out of my trance.

“Earth to Audrey, are you there?” My coworker Luis spoke to me, smiling softly at me.

“Hi, hey um, Luis .”

I smiled politely at him, putting my hands in my lap. My hands were clenched tightly together.

You know, my mom used to tell me to be polite to everyone, because backstories and stuff. But goodness gracious I do not like this man and I wished he didn’t work here.

“Hey there, just ah, just checking on you.” He said awkwardly, hands in his pockets.

“Yes, yes I’m fine, Luis. Thank you for asking.”

I was short with him, I tried to use closed body language as I tried to get him to leave me alone.

“Alright cause uh, you know-“ he said, pointing finger guns at me.

“You can always talk to old Luis.”

“Yes, that’s-that's very nice of you.”

“Right so ah-“ he interupted, clicking his teeth together like a horse.

“ Got to get back to work now, so ah-“ he turned to walk away, pointing more hand guns at me.

“Catch ya later, Auds.”

I waved silently to him as he walked away from me.

I looked over at the clock on the wall.

11 am, it read.

I groaned internally, at the idea of there being so much day left in today. Clutching onto the small care bear doll sitting in my lap, I gave it a small squeeze for some comfort.

4 o’clock, the clock finally read.

It was 4, finally. So now any moment, my little group of boys will be here. A sigh of relief swept across my entire body as I felt the calming presence of the friendly, long haired man step through the doors, as if on queue.

He stepped through the doors, quickly finding me as I waved to him. His eyes lit up when he did, and he shyly, but still clearly very happily walked over to me.

“Audrey, Audrey, Audrey.” He mused, quickly placing his elbows atop my desk as I looked down at my lap to hide my now bright pink blush.

“Edward Munson, is there something I can help you with?” I spoke, my voice was more quiet than usual. I hadnt really spoken to anybody today, lost in my own head all day today after last night and then this morning, too.

“Young lady, there are no books on the floor where you said. Are you sure this happened?”

“Im positive! I was alone, back there, and out of nowhere the books just started flying off of the shelves and flying everywhere.”

“Miss, I’m sorry but there’s simply no evidence that that happened. Were you, maybe, having some kind of hallucinations?”

“I wasn’t freaking hallucinating!” I nearly shouted at the police officer in front of me.

“Look, look- right here.” I pulled down the shoulder of my jacket to expose the tiny sliver of flesh that had gotten sliced by the corner of a hardback book.

“Look, one of the books, it, it, it got my shoulder. Right here.” I tried to explain to him.

“Ma’am, I’m not sure how you got that, but please. We have actual, real crimes to tend to right now.”

And they left. They all left, all 3 cars left the parking lot with not so much as a single report written down. Do they not care? Do they not understand how scary and, well, frankly weird that was? How will I be able to work here now?

My absentmindedness was interrupted by a hand waving in front of my face with the startling sound of someone saying my name.

“Audrey? Hellooooooo earth to Audrey, this is your dear friend Eddie speaking.”

I covered my face with both hands and let out a deep, exasperated sigh. Eddie had perched his head to the side as his face still sat in the palm of his hand, as his eyes showed a look of confusion mixed with sadness.

He gently took one of my hands and slowly pulled it off of my face, my eyes were still closed as I nearly broke down in front of this poor confused man.

“Hey,” he spoke, his voice was soft and comforting to me.

“Hey, is everything alright, princess?”

His hand still holding onto mine, his fingers squeezed mine softly as I managed to look at him in his eyes.

I lifted my face up to look at him, and his eyes were filled with pure, genuine concern as he watched me. And it made me want to cry all over again.

He must have noticed because before I could open my mouth to speak, he quickly scooted over to stand next to where I sat, pulling a chair from behind him and sitting right down next to me, immediately filling my stomach with butterflies.

His arm reached across the back of my chair, as he looked straight across to the desk, and whispered to me

“I saw the cop cars this morning.” He spoke lowly to me. He was staring at the desk, instead of at me this time.

“On the way to school, I saw the cops here.” His voice was lower now, almost as if he was ready to fight whatever this imaginary, or not, thing that had scared me senseless last night.

But he doesn’t even know what it was, and I don’t either, frankly.

I looked over at him, our faces just inches apart as I smiled softly at him, and reassured him.

“Yeah, um- that.” I scrambled to reply. Should I tell him what happened? Will he think I’m crazy too?

“Audrey! No flirting on the job.” My coworker quipped at me, jolting me back into reality.

“We weren’t flirting, sir!” I defended myself, but I could hear Eddie stifling a laughter next to me.

I covered my now bright red face with one hand as the other stayed firmly in my lap.

I looked apologetically at Eddie as he smiled sympathetically at me. His arm that was behind my back had squeezed around my shoulders as his other arm snaked around my front. I wrapped my arms around his own in front of me, and let out a deep and tired sigh.

“What time do you get off tonight, Ms. Lady?”

I had to think for a second. Remember the day of the week, what the schedule was, if anybody had called in sick, when my heart skipped and fluttered as I actually remembered

“I get off early tonight, actually!” I told him.

His eyes immediately perked up as I said this.

“What time?”

“6 o’clock tonight, dear Edward.” I said, my smile become electric and contagious as I saw a creeping, growing grin spread across his lips.

He stood up from his seat, twirling a little piece of hair that was dangling down from his head, and biting down on his bottom lip at me. But he was smiling, he had bright pink cheeks that were barely visible from his mane of wild hair, but, I could see it.

“Do you… um, like, after this. After your work, do you, uh,” he stuttered, his eyes were looking at the floor as he fidgeted where he stood.

But I just looked at him, waiting to see what hes asking.

Does he want to… No. No, no way he does. No way in the world. No, nope. No way.

“Y-yes, Eddie?”

He gulped at the sound of my voice, I was frankly just as nervous as he was, probably. But that’s beside the point.

He licked his lips, taking in a quick breath, before basically mumbling through his fingers

“Do you- do you want to do something, when you get off work?”

My heart stopped, my breathing had stopped and my voice felt like it was stuck in my throat. There was a knot there where my voice should be making sounds now.

“You don’t have to!” he quickly blurted, throwing his hands to his face.

“If-if you don’t want to, of course. You- you don’t have to if you don’t want to, you know?”

“I, I, I want to, Eddie.” I spoke quietly to him.

But he heard me. He heard that.

With an abrupt expression of what I can only imagine was shock, he stood, taken aback for a moment, before holding his right hand out for me to take.

I I took his hand, delicately shaking it, as he looked down at me, in a loss for words.

He looked awfully happy, though. Not that he wasn’t normally, he basically always was. But he seemed a little… giddy, and chipper. He was messing with his strand of hair again and could not stop smiling at me, making me smile and blush in return.

His hand stayed placed in mine, his fingers dancing and tapping so softly against mine, making my insides melt.

“If you will excuse me then, my lady, I have to depart. To gather some, um, some,” he fidgeted nervously, accidentally tipping over a jar of pens that had been sitting by his elbow.

“Shit, im so so sorry.” He fumbled, trying to frantically pick up my pens and markers for me.

“Oh no, its ok Eddie!” I said, quickly pulling them all together.

“No, no, its ok. Seriously, its ok. I do that a lot, too. Its just, uh, not a very good place for that, I suppose.” I giggled nervously, trying my absolute hardest not to freak out.

Im going to go out with Eddie Munson. Tonight.

I mean, not like a date, or anything. Just, like, hanging out, I suppose.

He handed me my last pen, and took a tiny, quick glance at my side of the desk, as an absolutely wholesome grin began to grow across his lips.

“Hey, Audrey?” he asked.

“Yes, Eddie?”

“Is that a care bear on the other side of your desk?” his smile felt teasing, and my eyes grew wide and my cheeks grew bright red and hot, hot, hot.

This poor man, I have a little stuffed animal at my desk and now he probably thinks im weird. Or childish. Immature.

Ugh.

I sighed at him, stroking the little puff of hair on the care bears head and explaining

“Yes, this is my little sunshine bear.”

I picked it up and held it in my hands.

“My mom got it for me for a birthday present like, forever ago. When I was super small.” I ran my thumb across its little head and smiled softly at the memory behind it.

“She got this one specifically because she used to tell me that I reminded her of a little sunshine.”

I looked back up at him, and his eyes were looking at me in a way id never seen someone look at somebody before. The first word I thought of was love, he was looking at me with lots of love.

But that couldn’t be right, right?

I mean, that’s not even what I feel, is it?

Maybe?

He interrupted our mini staring contest by leaning his face close to mine, and saying very gently

“Well, I think your mom was right.”

I quickly covered my mouth with my hand to conceal my uncontrollable smile, as his eyes glistened at me, as he confirmed with me

“So, can I pick you up here at 6?”

“Oh, um, actually id like to go home after and change, if that’s alright with you?”

“Oh! Oh, for sure, can I pick you up at your place, then?”

I swear I must have blacked out when he said that.

My place

Place

My house

Where I live

He… is going to come there.

To my house

I gulped, my mouth hanging open slightly as I squeaked out

“We can do that.”

“Ok, ok sick. Awesome,” he said, his breathing becoming audibly shorter.

“Great, awesome, ok just um, just, can you, um,” he stammered, wide eyed as he stood there.

“Could you just, um, write your address down for me, dear?”

I quickly scribbled it down on a pink post it note for him, handing it to him as he studied it in his hands.

He was quiet for a bit, longer than id ever seen him be this quiet for, and he didn’t take his eyes off of the note.

He studied it, looking at it over and over again and gently holding it in his palm.

He gulped, before looking back up at me, and asking

“So about 6:30 then?”

I hung to every word that came out of his mouth, shaking my head to confirm my “Yes.”.

“That sounds great, Eddie.”

“Well then, my lady, I will see you then.” He said, with a small bow to me that made me chortle.

He started his way to the door, looming back over at me with every other step.

And once he got to the door, he turned, and waved to me.

“See you tonight, Auds!”

“Ill see you tonight, Eddie!” I whisper shouted back to him, waving back at him.

And with that, he left, through the door, out to the sidewalk, and back to his van.

I watched him through the window in the library, watching him head back to his van.

He was throwing his fist around, whipping his hair around and pumping his fist. I saw him smack the side of his van, dance all the way to the front seat, until he climbed into the driver seat.

Then, he looked at the baby pink post it note with your pretty handwriting on it, he stuck it on the dashboard, and drove away. Jamming away to whatever was playing.

I watched his van until he pulled out of the parking lot, and immediately began to daydream about him, again.

#Eddie munson #Eddie munson stranger things #Stranger things fic #Stranger things #Stranger things imagine #Writing

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ispybluesky · 2 years

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woah elaborate dream i was a teachers assistant at an elementary school(?) it was laid out confusingly the classroom/building where I worked required me to walk through a pool to get to the reception area and rest of the school so whenever i had to run an errand i had to walk through the whole pool normally this was fine except when the dream started picking up i was going to reception for an errand for the teacher except the pool was really busy and it took me a while to navigate though all the kids and giving up on keeping my socks dry and trying not to step on anyone (the water was kind of black and murky so you couldn't see through it very well) anyway by the time i got to the reception area i had totally forgotten what i had been sent there for so i stalled and hung out with the reception desk lady and some of the kids who were hanging out around there after lunch. there was no way to contact the classroom aside from going back through the pool and i didn't want to. i pretended that i had written down my task bit that the pen wasn't waterproof and the pool had ruined it and then was like oh rjats a good idea and there was a brief interlude where i hunted through office supplies in the desks to find stuff to take notes on. asked one of the kids whod been there the longest (susie) if she knew a way to get back to the classroom without going through the pool and she was like yeah follow me so me and her and 2(?) of her friends went off into yhr woods to follow a shortcut but at the end if the shortcut it was just a narrow rocky beach and a stretch of sea and across from it i could see the cliff where the classroom was(??? dream geography) and i realized i hadnt specified that i didn't want to go in water at all just that i didn't want to go through the pool so that was on me. as we were standing there before we headed back i found a cell phone tucked into a crack in one of the big rocks and Susie and her friends found a few more. there was something deeply deeply ominous about it. we headed back but got lost and had to duck into an abandoned mine entrance and me and the other friend climbed off the roof of the van onto some side scaffolding to escape from susie who was turning into a werewolf?? i must have rolled over because the dream shifted and i was somewhere else, someone's house, with the cell phones asking about what it meant and she looked at me sadly and told me that i should let it lie, but i insisted. as we were having that conversation i was drawing lines on my post it notes with different pens, letting the ink dry, and then licking my finger and trying to smudge the ink to see if it was waterproof. she starts to tell the story but i wake up

#elise lives a life of excitement and intrigue #dream log #its KILLING me the first cell phone we found belonged to a red-themed tattoo artist and their name was like m[..]d[..] something like that #2 words as one like an instagram handle but in the dream i kept misreading it and having to focus to get it right and now i cant remember

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voidselfshipp · 2 months

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Happily Ever Afters In The Apocalypse

Cw: none that im aware of.

->Only mutuals allowed to reblog.

Summary: walking through the barren,demolished Lands of the apocalypse, Martin asks for something to lighten up the mood,jerico has just the thing.

[Happends after the tape recording of episode 167]

The three of them Walked along that barren,sullied earth where the clouds looked like eyes and the air was thick with iron.

In all this disaster,They still found comfort amongst eachother. Jerico seemed the one to have the most optimism of the three,either by her natural sunny disposition or otherwise.

--So...jer-- says Martin,looking at the earth he steps on-- since Jon made this whole monologue about gertrude...can you tell us a story?

Jerico lets out a soft "hmph" filled with pride. she was,after all, a being of stories-- absolutely-- she answers,hands in her pockets of her beaten up jeans,heavy boots sinking slightly on the soft earth,though no tracks are left in her wake.-- what kind?

Thats when he looks away, a little flustered. Suddenly very aware of how childish hes request sounded.

--Ah youre going to think its silly-- he says,the corner of his eye catching how her teal scarf,draped Across her shoulders and held to her person with an old clasp made of gold, flailed with the wind

Then a brief silence, a clear signal that Martin had forgotten once again that Jer wouldnt judge him. Still,she talks

--Nonsense-- She reassured with a smile.-- what kind?

--The kind that has....a happy ending?--He was prepared to hear Jon scoff, but he doesnt,clearly in need of some good vibes.

She smiles,still warm as the sun they have seldomed in apocalypse-- of those I know a plenty. Anything specific?

And its Jon who catches them off guard with a most out of character response-- romantic--Both turn to look at him in surprise-- what?! You two cant judge me for it

Jer only shook her head between chuckles-- surprised me,thats all

--Youre not the most romantic person-- Martin agreed-- we love you for it though

--Yeah yeah,thank you-- the archivist dismissed with his face a Darker color than before-- let the Lady talk

--Well, here goes--Jerico says,excitement bubbling up in her chest,rubbing her hands together.

Her childlike joy is a nice change of pace for both of them,which helps them relax and ease into the story as the air still smells of iron and desolation.

--Once upon a time there were two sailors-- she starts, her palm raising to her chest to show the image of two sailors made of water without any visible characteristic other than one of them had short hair and the other long hair-- they worked at the same ship, the name long lost to the ages.

They worked hard to Keep the ship afloat,both were dedicated and passionate but different in their own ways.

One had long hair and beautiful green eyes, sharpest mind and witt. The other had short hair and deep brown eyes, of the Kindest heart of the most purest gold, that guided hin like a compass.

Despite the fact that their ways of keeping the clear difference in their methods. But both were bound by a deep love,one they hadnt realized was there for the time being.

The night that would change their lives was much like any other,cloudy skies, gloomy... it was boring,not much to see or do other than check that the ship,now Docked,didnt float away.

But again, it was a boring unremarkable night,so they both went to sleep.

Yet when they awoke, they found themselves in the middle of the Ocean .

Jericos palm shows a small old timey boat lost in the middle of an Ocean that encompases her whole hand

-- the two sailors bickered over whose fault was it. "Didnt you moore the ship properly?" The one with the long hair asked, bitter indignation in his lips-- they notice jer changes her voice for the dialogues,which is just the level of dramaticisim they expected from her-- "of course I did, didnt you drop the anchor?!" The one with the black hair protested.

Amongst their bicering over the sea breeze, they hear a soft gentle melody being hummed, they follow it with their eyes to a faraway island that looked more like a dot on the horizon than anything else

But,it was a destination.

So our intrepid sailors put the mast on full sail, the wind pushing them to the ever faraway island. With hope in their hearts of returning home.

Jer makes water hang above the small ship on her palm, it takes the form of a small moon and stars. Martín smiles with that same childish delight and Jon seems to relax in his posture,walking a little slower to Keep up with the story

--during the night,when they couldnt sleep for fear of floating away, they would hear that same melody that originally guided their eyes to see the island that they were heading towards.

Now closer to It, the melody was louder,not enough to discern words but louder.

They'd spend the whole night discussing what the source was, "an opera singer?" Wondered the sailor with the long hair and the Smart green eyes

"Or a choir?" The sailor with the warm brown eyes said.

By the time they reached the conclusion of it being a siren or anything of the supernatual,they'd both chuckle and find something to busy themselves with,all the while accompanied by that sweet melody

Then,the small moon and stars turn into a small heavy rainstorm. The small boat rocks widly in the sea and even if both men were promised a happy ending,they both stared intently at the fake ship.

Jerico laughs and continued her story-- one night, a storm loomed over the ship. A strong,raging one with the fury of the water goddess herself, but being so low staffed,the ship crashes into the rocky archipelagos that lined that mysterious island they headed towards.

Both sailors managed to hold eachother as they fell into the black,unforgiving sea..-- her hand covers her little water mademiniature, crushing the boat.

--Now Hold on a minute!--Martin protested with his pointer finger up-- I was promised a happy ending!

--Yes! Thats nothing close to it!--Jon said-- we dont know what the island is or who was singing!

Jerico is in a fit of hysterical laughter at their demeanor,its as if the world hadnt ended at all-- Well if you dont shut up and let me finish....!-- she exclaimed,trailing off to drive the point home.

--Fine fine,get on with it-- Martin complains-- dont take too long

--Good stories take their time....-- she answers.

--Time isnt really a thing anymore so...--Jon adds, obviously insisting to speed things up.

--fine fine-- she rolls her eyes-- the long haired sailor woke up within a cavern,decorated with gold and jewelry,glinting Stones that refracted the lights from the small torches.

He finds himself alone,but that melody hangs in the air, the words are a little fuzzy but theres two voices singing them,one female and one male

Our sailor ran to the source of the singing,he knew that male voice very well for he had spoken with its owner for Many days and nights...

There at the entrance of the cavern sat his jolly companion, singing with a most beautiful woman,half of her body hid underneath the ebbing shore.

For a moment the world doesnt exist to our long haired sailor, his eyes fixated on his sweet companion. He hugs his comrade and holds him to his chest,and he gets his gesture returned.

His friend of the black hair and soft eyes tells him that this mysterious woman is the source of that singing theyve heard,and that she rescued them.

"So you see,the gods are laughing at us" said the black haired man" our savior is..."

--a siren!-- Jon exclaimed,obviously invested.

Jer smirked-- yes, a siren -- she fixes her teal scarf and pushes away some of the hairs falling on her face-- to thank the kind siren, they would return each year with gifts, and they'd spend days together,catching up.

And the siren,of beautiful porcelain skin and agile green eyes, noticed the fondness of the sailors for eachother. She yearned for both of the sailors love and touch

So on one of their visits,she confessed that she had Fallen for them harder than any anchor could ever fall for the Ocean. She wept her mother of pearl tears and Begged for them to understand

The sailors had,funnily enough,fallen for the siren. And this point of connection led both sea men to finally admit their feelings for eachother,but deep down they both felt like they already knew.

And so, when the sailors retired,they went to live with their siren lover,and lived happily ever after

--Thats actually really cute-- Said Martin,taking Jers hand.

--yes,its a nice change of air-- Agreed Jon,taking Jericos arm-- thank you

Jerico smirked with that playfullness she always had when she pulled a sneaky trick. In her head she counts the moment until they realize what she had done.

--WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE-- Martin yells-- THAT STORY WAS ABOUT US,WASNT IT?

--ding ding ding! Weee got a winner!--she exclaimed,feeling very proud of herself.

--How didnt I realize That?!--Jon whined.

--Surprises me that you didnt put that together sooner,Jon-- She admitted with a smirk.

--I...do gotta admit it was nice not knowing the end of something...

Jer smiles--good, im happy it helped

Martin walks closer to her,hugging her waist with one arm--so If this story is about us...do you think we'll get a happy ending?

The eldritch being nodded,pulling Jon for a hug too-- Absolutely, ill make sure we do. After all,stories with a happy ending are my favorite-- she gives them both a loving look with her beautiful green eyes-- and I Belive there is no other way to close this odessy of ours but "and they lived happily ever after".

Jon allowed himself a moment of hope and clung on to his lovers words,so did Martin.

There was no other way to end their story than "And they lived happily ever after".

#tma s/I #martin tag pending #jon tag pending

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madafact · 11 months

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out of order

coming to a blog to document a moment over time really doesnt line up with the ending being the beginning.

but i guess in this time it feels apropoe? (sp) the end of my brother feels like the beginning of me, and i hate it. im sitting in his clothes, in his town, drinking his work, twirling his hair. if devastation was a pixel i would be a screen. i lament the grieving process and just hate the backsliding feeling of returning to the first step of disbelief. i really just can grasp that anthony is gone. its just not okay. it feels like i start my day with grief and crying, then i slowly find some semblance of strength maybe enough to make some coffee and space out on support from technology. then my mind starts racing about just how the fuck i am going to fill my day. the goals i cant come up with, the routine that seems to be absolutely void of ever existing. and then the grief and tears start all over.

i miss anthony so immensely. im balling as i write this. today as i stepped out his apartment after making sure i cleaned and left it in his image a beautiful husky walked up behind me and cooed at me several times and then proceeded to kiss my hand. this little action was what i promised myself i would use to get through the day. my quick small breif interaction with him. i was going to see my dad on long island to prepare for fathers day and just be close. this involved just retracing my steps back from where we stayed earlier in the week so my brain could handle the task, but still i jumped the turn styles on the subway to say fuck you to the city and got all the way to jamaica terminal. the signs and information boards there are garbage, i guess its the kind of place you have to fuck up to figure it out. i was staring at the wrong direction of the track and a lady and i started chatting about if it was the right way to what i assued was our shared direction. the topic of anthony came up, i mentioned my dads history in the medical industry, she turned out to be an MD who specialized in patient experience and was very intrigued by the whole goal of what my dad has initiated. it felt like anthony doing his magic once again. maybe lynne, maybe squeak, maybe all three. COULD YOU IMAGINE THE POWER OF A TONY LYNNE SQUEAK angel crew? holy fuck i better aim higher haha

anyyway im pretty drunk and its late i should wrap this up.

there was a ceremony in bolinas today for anthony. i think i was needing the support because in the evening i started going through old photos i had of him and all of a sudden i remembered about the date but was kind of sad i hadnt seen any photos or anthing.

just as i was saying to my dad that i wonder how it went, i check the feed and there he is. i then texted lauren and she sent me some more photos that she has just received. my heart filled up so much and i was immersed in the lament of not being able to be there but there reitertion of love an support just brought me to more....you guessed it..tears! sigh.

dogs are unique in their ability to sigh. and after losing anthony, i sigh SO MUCH! i literally just take deep breaths and just let it out. its so interesting. its almost like my breath is trying to mine sad coals out of my body to remove the weight. it will never work. i wont let it.

anyway im getting pretty side tracked by this mezcal. my dad and i went to get a nightcap and we drank some again, mezcal...duh. they were alright, but the second round they forgot and used tequilla. it was a stark contrast to the first round that was made properly.

anthony made the best food, drink and atmosphere. the other day it dawned on me that i would never eat his meals again and it just killed my apetite. like i never knew i could be so curious about food until i started getting to experience his touch. not to mention snaqaris.

holy fuck anthony. your impact has been amazing to watch. you touched so many people in such a fascinating way, i am in awe. absolute fan. forever holding you close and i promise you to keep your radiance as bright as i can.

LOVE YOU FOREVER ANTHONY

#ony

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aulorawright · 11 months

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June 12th - Kiyomizudera, Gion Tour, sick day

Today I woke up with a raging headache and was feeling pretty tired from coughing all night, and my voice still hadnt come back all the way, so I stayed home. I would say poor chelsea (my roomate) but I'm pretty sure she slept through all of it, thankfully. It was definetly a long day for planned for everyone, I am sad that I missed it. My exciting day consisted of laying in bed for a while, going to 7-11 to get money from the atm, going to the pharmacy to get vitamins for chelsea and I, then back to 7-11 for food. I figured by the time I got back the cleaning ladies would be almost done with my room but when I walked up one of them was still in there, so I walked down to the cafe area to eat my food and hangout for a while. After another hour I walked back up to check the progress and my door was still open and the shower drain was taken apart. So I decided to do laundry. I finally found someone working on the bathroom in the room next to mine so I asked her if mine was done, but she said no and then ran over to finish it I believe, so I went back down stairs for a little. When I went back up it was done, and I think I probably should have told someone that I was planning on being here for the day but still wanted my room cleaned but I was scared because of the language barrier. I finally got to sit down and relax a little bit and take a nap. I was feeling better after my nap and could talk a little more. A big group of other student went to a pretty rooftop bar near where the excursions were for the day, and I was invited, but by this time it was dark out and I was nervous to make the trek alone and I figured it would take me too long to get there, so I didnt go. I definitely regretted this decision because it looked super cool and I definitely missed hangout with everyone, since it has been pretty hard to socialize after loosing my voice. I did end up going out with everyone later that night, which was a lot of fun. Me and Raj werent sure if we were going to go to universal the next day as we had not bought our tickets yet, but we said we would go if the other went.

Academic Reflection

Reading the poem in Shintokumaru about the goddess Kannon, I was a little bit confused when they referred to them as a he, as Kannon is generally referred to as a woman. I thought this was just a mis translation, but then I kept reading and it explained that it was translated correctly and described like this on purpose. The article also talks about sekkyo performances, and I found it interesting that the early versions did not have a script, the actors were given a general overview and a few phrases and then improvised the rest. I think this is cool because each perfomace would be different and you never know what you're going to get.

After reading Enlightenment Geisha, the story of the geisha seems to be a story of striving to triumph. Starting out with a bad name and reputation, women were branded with as an unsult. Accused of things that they protested were true, until finally the Meji era brought change. Women who were branded as geisha started to engage in "civilized activies", like attending school, reading, sewing uniforms for police, leading to social tranforms about educated women. First steps in a long battle for equality for women, something I am quite passionate about myself.

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