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maxymanspeed · 1 month
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are you a publicly keeping a rival drivers championship points on your iphone lockscreen or an accidentally following a fanpage of your rival from your main account type of lover? ;)
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leclerc-verstappen · 5 months
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this transition is so clean ♡
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lovelybarnes · 7 months
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Romantic Cannibalism (is there any other kind?)- B. Barnes
pairings: bucky barnes x reader warnings: obvious cannibalism mention but it's very light, reader is a little obsessed with bucky in that normal way that he is with her about: want. prompt "i've never wanted anything as much as i want you."
"Please."
"No."
"Bucky." You twist to catch his eye, hands snaking to sandwich one of his. "Please."
He purses his lips, looks about to indulge—"No."
You wilt, collapsing on his chest. "I want him really badly," you insist gravely, the fine peaks of your voice dulled by his shirt.
He settles a hand at your waist and another right below the nape of your neck, rubbing sympathetically. "I know."
You tilt your chin up to look at him, brows angled high, lips petulant. "You don't."
He laughs, pausing his condolences to press his thumb on the part of your lips, warm fingers indenting the soft of your cheeks, warmth behind your eyes. "A little dramatic." He taps your cupid's bow scornfully.
"You're going to abandon a puppy? A little puppy?"
"It's not going to work on me."
You blink up at him wetly. "Are you sure?"
"Pretty sure."
You slant your eyes, laying your head fully into his palm. Bucky Barnes looks very different in this light. You feel your heart squeeze very, very tightly, something sharp and desperate shooting up your fingertips like curling veins. Your fingers twitch, but you lean in closer. "So not one-hundred percent."
He shakes his head, bumping his nose against yours very much on purpose. "You might be insufferable."
"You wanna know what might make that scale tip to your side?"
"We're not getting another dog."
"This is awful," you bemoan. "You're going to have to drag me out blindfolded. I want him to understand I am wholly against this."
Bucky considers this, eyes dragging on your crossed arms and set shoulders. To your credit, you look distinctly resolute. He shrugs. "Okay."
"What?" You gasp when he bends at the waist, a steady arm holding your legs when he throws you over his shoulder. "No!" You grasp for the little dog too far away, arms outstretched with theatrics. He stares after you, whining softly.
"This is on you," he reminds, squeezing the fat of your thigh as he steps out the door. One of the employees waves goodbye, a phone pressed between their cheek and shoulder.
"I still love you," you admit solemnly, letting your weight drape over him when the sun hits.
"Yeah, me too." Once he's close to the car, he plants you back on the ground. Metaphorically, because he lays you a little atop the car so he can tug at your shirt and fix your hair. You let him prod as he likes, happy to observe the casual search of his eyes. One of your own hands reaches up, particularly selfishly, to smooth his stray hairs back to their places, a curled index remaining because it wants to.
Bucky Barnes very likely might be the love of your life. You are very likely to be the love of his. It's not enough sometimes to know, even to be sure. Sometimes you want his heart wedged right next to yours inside your chest, and you covet it so badly it hurts.
He brushes something off your cheek and sets you down properly, twirling you when he rounds the car to your side, your hand in his. He opens the car door for you, the ache in your chest spilling over, crawling up your throat. And it's awful, truly, how much you want him. It's selfish and ugly and bloody and you never want him to see its extent but at the same time need him to comprehend it.
It borders need, crossing at times like these, where his nails graze your skin at the right angle or he looks at you a certain way. When life shifts in an indescribable way—clearing, blurring, getting worse, getting better.
He helps you into your seat, already reaching for a seatbelt. You feel like a princess, but it's his smile that flips your stomach. "All good?"
"Mhm." Want. Wantwantwantwant.
You'd like to think it's at least somewhat gentle because your love is there, too, mostly kind but always staining. It's a shame it's just that—a comfort. Because it has teeth nonetheless, and it's crawled into your ribs and hidden there, rearing its head each time it feels like it.
He shuts your door and comes in through the driver's side, checking you over once more before starting the car.
Visceral.
"I hope you know," you start, chiding, "that Reginald and Ducky would've loved a sibling."
"Do you see how you didn't mention Alpine or Chicken?" His brows furrow. "It sounds like we own a farm. You realize how the names I pick are the only normal ones?"
"First of all, Reginald is not a normal pet name," you chastise. "Secondly... that was on purpose," you admit. "But it's a pretty good percentage."
"It's the same percentage."
You throw your head back and groan. "Why do you do this to me?"
He glances at you, granting you a view to the amusement he hides in the sweet edges of his eyes. "You know me."
He takes one hand off the wheel and wiggles his fingers in your direction, grazing your thigh with each movement. You take it with a big breath, fiddling with the warm tips of his fingers. He hooks his pinky on your ring finger and doesn't let go for the entire car ride, even as you complain in the mournful way you do between recounts of your day, rubbing hearts on his skin.
He's vile, you think, aching so horribly to have him impossibly more. Dreadful, dreadful man.
You're silent when you arrive at home, the claws of your savage heart making indents on your sternum.
"What are you thinking about?" he asks, little finger pressing gently into the ridges of your knuckles.
"It'll scare you."
"When has that scared me off?" he says, particularly fond.
"That's true," you chime. Awful, awful—"Never."
He raises an eyebrow. Your heart jumps savagely and you feel it grasp at your clavicle, explanation for it impossible. There aren't enough words and there isn't enough discipline.
"I have never wanted anything as badly as I want you," you explain at last, thoughftul. Your attention doesn't stray from him, observing his reaction.
He cocks his head. "You have me."
"I want more," you beseech. "I want everything."
"I'll give it to you if I figure what it is I haven't yet," he offers.
"You're sick," you say fondly, curling around him in a hug. You squeeze as hard as you can and wish you could nestle him in that space where your ribs meet and introduce him to the mountain of want that you have for him. "This is new. It's like I want to eat you."
He laughs. "Sure."
"In a romantic way."
"The way cannibalism usually is."
"Don't make eating people weird."
"Right. Sorry."
You nudge your nose against his pulse and kiss him. "It's never been like this before. It's overwhelming."
"I know," he says, a little ragged. He clears his throat and pulls away. "I know," he repeats ardently, the gentle pinch of his eyelashes letting you know he does. He holds you a little tighter.
A dying star bursts in your chest like a transient goodbye, deafening and palliating. "I don't think that's ever happened before."
"I very sincerely doubt that."
"Do you want to eat me too?" you ask emphatically.
He thinks about it for a second and shrugs. "A little. I mainly just don't want you to leave."
You grin, excited, and pull his face to yours to kiss him. "Me neither. Ever."
"Yeah," he tells you happily.
"I love you," you say. "I love you." He accepts your affection like a cat in sunlight, his own star heavy and lasting.
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dreamscaper · 2 years
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jakexneytiri · 10 months
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@randxmthxughts I FOUND IT BBY
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whinlatter · 7 months
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author's note | chapter 7: caged 🪽
thank you for reading chapter seven of Beasts! this chapter, we see the fallout from the controversial punch, watch harry and ginny go through about ninety bottles of ink writing precisely one bazillion letters to one another (my loves), and fret as the residents of grimmauld place fight a losing battle with pixies that may or may not be a metaphor for our characters’ own multiplying traumas, chasing everyone around and refusing to be contained. pray for our babies, for no-one is thriving - let's chat chapter seven! (plus a sneak peek of chapter eight, which includes a letter from a character yet to make his Beasts debut...) 👀
✨ spoilers for this chapter below the cut  ✨
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writing notes and headcanons:
vibes: this chapter, i wanted the vibes to be claustrophobic, tedium, all hogwarts, real focus on ginny and her restlessness and over-it-ness, her starting to write a lot, both to harry and to others, and her starting to push the boundaries and rebel now she's lost her sense of purpose in returning. (@pocket-lilacs brought up pandemic-era uni vibes of 'what is the point of studying when all this is going on' and that is exactly the energy here). the politics is more a backdrop to ginny's arc in this chapter, though the thicknesse trial has uncomfortable echoes for gin's own set of experiences, and i'm having so much fun but also banging my head up against the wall/grappling with turning up/turning down the volume on the different macro/micro plots in different chapters to try and get different effects and to follow ginny's own engagement with the Big Questions of the postwar wizarding world. scale is hard, who knew!
quidditch: by far the hardest part of this chapter to write was the quidditch scene. it was 3000 words long originally, and i had to go at it with a sledgehammer to bash it into bits, dump most of it, and then just keep the most important parts to fold into this much quicker, punchier scene. the worst part of writing is spending days crafting a section and in doing so learn that you don't need it lmao. so yeah that's why this chapter was a week late. this one was a nightmare but we got there in the end lmao
the forest detention: our first flashback to the war year at hogwarts! why haven't we had more? answers on a postcard, all will be revealed, including the context for the silver trio's forest detention, but for now will just say the fact that snape sent the gang into the forest with hagrid for detention after stealing the sword has a) always had me in a chokehold because all of the endless ginny/forest foreshadowing but also because i've never been satisfied with the explanation that the detention was just an obvious easy option. can't wait to share more !!!
harry and ginny: all i want to do is write more letters for those two. 'sneaking out of grounds, booze, leather gangs' - that was how @madammalkins23 summed it up beautifully, getting at the vibes i keep coming back to with both of these characters: the sirius-black-shaped elephant in the room, basically. escaping from hogwarts with buckbeak? the risk being what makes it all fun? harry fixing up the motorbike? fighting a war against grimmauld place and getting on the whiskey? the looming shadow of molly weasley? it's truly giving padfoot. the idea of harry and ginny in cahoots, as partners in crime, really kept me going when writing this chapter - like, what if harry for the first time did have another person in his life who was of the 'fuck it' school of thought? (i even went back and read that jkr short story of sirius and james on the motorbike lol). basically, the sirius echoes just sort of ended up writing themselves, as they always seem to do in this fic. when it comes to the letters, it's striking to me that in canon harry is very preoccupied with who does or doesn’t write to him - at the dursleys', but also after sirius' death ('It’s just hard,' Harry said finally, in a low voice, 'to realise he won’t write to me again.' - HBP). i've never really got fics that have harry as a non-loquacious letter writer in the post-war period, especially to ginny - harry seeks huge comfort and reassurance in getting letters from people who care about him, and channels his worries about people he's close to into letters, especially people he views as family (sirius, ginny). that harry and ginny would become a bit emotionally codependent through letters seemed in some sense a natural choice, basically, and although they're still being very avoidant, in some ways, i think they're building a foundation towards becoming each other's person in ways that's important. (i am putting together a sirius and ginny parallels meta playing with these ideas and character-trait overlap that i'll share hopefully soon, so stay tuned on that one)
why won’t ginny open up? by far the question i've been asked most this week! i am really really excited and happy about the arc i’ve got in store for ginny on this question, so don't want to reveal too much, but there have been some beautiful insightful guesses in the comments section about why ginny is struggling to come clean with harry or her family. here we see harry begin to see through gin's defences, a little bit, but also show his own blindspots that come from him not having asked the right questions or always probed about her interior life before now. i'm always so grateful and blown away by the trust readers have put in me to deliver on all these protracted question marks but this week especially i felt v glad for readers' compassion towards these characters and especially for ginny and hermione, as they fuck up and get it wrong and struggle yet still get grace in the comment section. both are on a journey, but i know more impatient readers could be sick of waiting for them to get there, so just to say i am really glad everyone is getting it and seeing where both characters are at with empathy and kindness, because ofc what they’re both doing is frustrating (and, when it comes to gin, harry is beginning to think so, too)
plus thicknesse: had a long chat with @saintsenara about ol thicknesse, because he's kind of a baffling figure - ex-auror who gets successfully imperiused, becomes minister and then goes on to actively commit horrific war crimes while under yaxley's control. what's fun about the trials, though, is that you can use them as a conduit to raise these big moral questions for postwar wizarding society - in thicknesse's case, it's questions about agency, free will, and culpability, in ways that has real implications for ginny's reflections on her own experiences. so cheers pius love u
harry's patronus: i am salivating at all of your theories for this one - obviously i'm saying nothing for now, but keep them guesses coming, i live for em! and if you guess right, i'll come up with some kind of prize lmao
detention, career advice (and graves' apathy): back in the site of former detentions, ginny shows her remarkably sparse knowledge of wizarding careers in a scene that i hope shows her trying on for size different role models/authority figures and seeing which ones she feels most like. (i like the idea that ginny would actually be a bit interested in being an auror, if only she'd been in of age and able to benefit from kingsley's hiring amesty after the battle). having ginny hover over the idea of being an unspeakable was particularly important for me, because i like the idea of the dept of mysteries being quite a formative space for her (i feel like all i do is say 'wait and see!' but... i have things to do and say with this dimension i swear!) graves is like, do what you want, babe, i don't care. i'm here for the pension, frankly
michael corner: 'surprise bitch!' - michael corner, probably. do i think michael and ginny were mates after the breakup end of ootp? no i do not. but i have always been so struck that ginny and michael must have actually spent a lot of very intense time together during DH as die-hards in the DA (michael is the only character we hear whose torture by the carrows after attempting to rescue a younger student is described as particularly severe, which i think suggests his level of commitment to the cause). readers will recall my open disdain for michael corner up til this point - i have described him as the jack berger of hogwarts quidditch, for my satc fans - but i'm afraid to say i have now decided i quite like him and am excited for him to rock up in person real soon. i think he's a know it all softboi but with a goodie core. also as a writer there's something quite refreshing about bringing in a character who is an ex who probably can see through some of ginny's shit by virtue of having spent a lot of time with her but no longer needing to/caring about impressing her, placating her or keeping her on side lol
hermione: alaskanastro left a comment that summed this up: 'Man, Hermione is really just doubling down on the whole "I'm going to try desperately to control something in life to feel like I'm in control even if it's my friend's life" isn't she? Or at least trying to'. yep, that's what she's doing! we still don't know all that hermione's going through, but this hit the nail on the head fr. i feel bad that this fic is ginny pov at this stage in its arc, because i think ginny sees hermione in a particular way rn (their final conversation in this chapter really speaking to these tensions - ginny does not want to feel mothered, at least not by hermione...), but these two have a long way to go to get to a point of mutual understanding. wanna write a meta on their friendship soon, hopefully will get chance to before i finish chapter 8. but anyway - wonder what's going on with her and ron... hope we find out soon... hope someone tells us... :) :) :)
everything but the ghoul: the dumbest pun, but had to use this joke in a chapter where ginny skips school (everything but the girl's most famous song is called 'missing'... get it)
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songs from the playlist for this chapter:
girls getting grouchy and teenage in their feelings is the big ol mood this week:
the middle of the world - nicholas brittell | sidelines by phoebe bridgers | difficult by gracie abrams | simulation swarm by big thief | crisis by elizabeth m. drummond | delete forever - grimes | chinese satellite (copycat killer version) by phoebe bridgers
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i did promise a sneak peek didn't i...
From the desk of the MINISTER OF MAGIC Whitehall, London Dear Ginny,  I hope you’re well. I’d like to meet with you on Saturday the 12th of December at 11 o’clock. It’s important that we’re discreet. Please vanish this letter after reading. Sincerely, Kingsley
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dreampencil · 23 days
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Getting sucked back into 91w...obsessed...
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dodgebolts · 1 year
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my babas
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cheruib · 3 months
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Patrycja Pagas Spring 2023 via @softestaura
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bluethisisforyou · 3 months
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i still think. the last time i felt so seen by a piece of media was the decision to have the judge from the good place have a specific obsession with actor timothy olyphant
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moo-blogging · 10 months
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Just thinking that I fangirl over another anime man who also has dark hair, is morally gray, a police personnel but like extra tall, Levi would be pissed.
It's 2am and I'm still going strong on the anime (I'm a pretty self disciplined person, i only allow myself 5 episodes per day but this anime is really really interesting) and it pisses Levi off. He would be sneering and "tch"-ing a lot but he wouldn't stop watching too because the storyline is good. But at the end of the season, Levi would spit "he's just tall".
I would say "you're jealous" Levi would let out a nervous laugh, "of him? Not a chance." But Levi would insist I hug him to sleep because he is indeed jealous.
"Should i change my hairstyle like his?"
"No, Levi, I love yours the way you are. And I love you and only you."
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chillypoodle · 8 months
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new nails!
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dreamscaper · 5 months
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rosalía for vogue españa
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dindjarindiaries · 1 year
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Here’s the new Mandalorian hat I’ve just gotten from Disney! It features Dave Filoni’s original sketch of Din and Grogu and more. A must-have for me!
As a bonus, I also got this adorable Life Day cup!
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