#only because in the past I've lent books out

[fairdale]

justice for elriel

already said this, but i feel like some people haven’t read the same books as me regarding elriel. and i don't particularly mean them as a ship, i mean that because of ships some people refuse to acknowledge the amazing characters that are these two (and how well they go together). i love them so much.

some talk of elain as plain, boring girl who is fragile and useless and i just don't get it. the poor girl has her life turned upside down not once, but twice. and yes, she doesn't react the same way feyre or nesta do, but she also fights. she helps them in the war. for the love of god, nesta and cassian are alive because she stabbed the king (with azriel's most special dagger that he never lent anyone but her, mind you). i'm sorry but that don't you touch my sister was one of the top moments for me.

and not only that, but i've seen people hate her. how can you hate her?? i just don't get it. she's growing out of her shell, she's blossoming into a strong, fearless woman. feyre herself said she believed elain to be the strongest because she remained hopeful even in hard times. and she sees the good in people.

sure, in acowar she was still processing everything, but in acofas and acosf you can see her being comfortable around everyone and more sure of herself, bolder, as cassian said. her hobbies may be quieter than her sisters', but that doesn't make her less interesting. plus it's obvious that she doesn't wanna be babied. she was willing to scry and help them fight the queen. she's ready to fight, to use her powers. to show who she really is.

and talking about azriel, i just can't believe some people talk about him as the "sad guy" and nothing else. they talk as if the whole inner circle and the archeron sisters weren't in love with him. he fights with everything he has for his people. he didn't care about the bad condition his wings were in during the last battle, he wanted to fight along his brothers.

he taught feyre how to fly because he understood the fears she may have. he never once judger her. he's always there for everyone. he may not be expressing himself with words easily, but you can see it in his actions how much he cares about his family.

he's also so smart and i love that. for me, he's one of the most interesting characters in the whole series, maybe even the most interesting one. he has such a hard past, but he overcame it. he despises the illyrians, but he loves his brothers and is one of the best three fighters they have. he has a lot of control, but he didn't hesitate to defend mor against eries or to go rescue elain. he cares, a lot.

(and please don't even get me started on the be careful how you speak about my high lady. this man is HOT)

and last but not least, elriel. these two have so many moments, even if they are subtle. you can't deny the connection they have from the second they met. elain inmediately felt more at ease in his presence and she asked him multiple questions. and he was so so kind to her, making sure she didn't feel uncomfortable. and let me remind you her dress was the color of azriel's siphons. i can't let that go.

in acowar, azriel is the one who says elain doesn't need anything when others talked about her as if she needed to be fixed. and he's the one who understands what is happening with her, that she's a seer. i think it's so important that he didn't doubt her. he trusted that she was capable enought to help, to grow, to be.

when elain gets kidnapped, he's the first one to say i'm getting her back. he didn't hesitate for one second, even when the rest told him he would die. he was getting her back. and he did, and they didn't want to let go of each other.

and elain kissed his cheek without caring about whoever or whatever that was going on around them.

and as i said before, azriel lent her truth-teller so she would be able to defend herself. he doesn't cut her wings. i feel like some people misunderstand his words acosf when he didn't want her near darkness. he was worried, but he never, once, tried to order her or tell her what she could or couldn't do.

he's also one of the few people who treats her as a capable, adult woman who is strong and clever. he encourages her, and so does she.

i also need to talk about elain saying his hands are beautiful. his hands, that he feels are always dirty and unworthy of touching something precious. she has never judged them or him.

oh, and please let's talk about them getting each other gifts for the winters solstice. multiple times. they're whipped. they're just so so cute to me.

offer and permission.

and no, i don't think azriel would be bad for elain or stop her growth. i don't think he would slow her down because he also needs to grow in his confidence.

and no, i don't think elain is bad suited for azriel because she may not be interested in fighting as her sisters are. elain is ready to fight her battles, to be an active part of her court. just because she chooses to do so differently, it doesn't mean is not important.

so, basically, these two are iconic and they're wonderful characters who deserve all the love and appreciation and i honestly think they have crazy chemistry and could have an epic (love) story. they're awesome, together and individually and i can't wait to be inside their minds. i really hope the next book is about them because the possibilities are endless.

they are that good.

#acotar #azriel #elain #elriel #pro azriel #pro elain #this doesn't mean i hate lucien and gwyn okay #i truly don't #i actually like them a lot too #but i just needed to rant about these two because i love them #i refuse to believe people actually hate on them #obviously not everyone #because not everyone has bad taste #anyway #I LOVE MY BABIES #pls no inner circle or archeron slander #pro elriel

[redmyeyes]

Mad about the boy

I know it’s stupid to be mad about the boy. I’m so ashamed of it, but must admit the sleepless nights I've had about the boy…

— Noël Coward

It shouldn’t have made Hawk so giddy. Missing Tim’s birthday should have made him ashamed of himself, letting the triviality of complete career ruin get in the way of the fun they’d been having. Instead, he felt stupidly giddy, fifteen and sick at heart with his first crush, because, according to Marcus, Tim had noticed. Which meant that Tim had expected Hawk to win him back, despite his principles and high-minded speeches and his “last dirty thing I’ll ever do for you” and his slamming the door on the way out. Silly, stubborn boy. He could have come to Hawk himself instead of running to Marcus, and Hawk would have let him apologize. Probably. He was generous that way. Especially when the apologies involved Tim on his knees.

Hawk had been planning on getting Tim out of his head this weekend once and for all, replacing him with multiple quick fucks. Multiples of multiples. This was a numbers game. Quantity over quality. That was what he’d told himself anyway, despite how the idea rang hollow, and despite the way he’d been unable to get Tim out of his head for one minute over the past four weeks.

But the way he’d latched onto the idea of taking Tim to Rehoboth Beach instead, once Marcus had inadvertently let him know it was a possibility, had Hawk realizing he was well and truly in over his head. Of course it would have been much easier to let this break be a clean one. To separate entirely, go back to conquests that were much easier let go of. Easier, and safer, and a hell of a lot less confusingly painful. So why the hell was he so giddy?

The look of unadorned shock on Tim’s face when he opened the door out of the judicial session and found Hawk standing there made all the uncertainty worth it. He was adorably flustered in that squirmy, self-conscious way of his, trying badly to hide it and to hold onto his anger. Readable as a picture book. Hawk’s heart swelled with delighted affection. Why did he ever think this was a good thing to be giving up? He wasn’t Catholic, and this wasn’t Lent. Besides, he always had enjoyed a bit of measured risk.

“Where are we going?” Tim asked as he slid into Hawk’s Ford precisely fifteen minutes later.

“You’re late, Skippy,” Hawk admonished, teasing, and was rewarded with the look of hot affront on Tim’s face.

“I don’t have— a change of clothes, you know. I don’t have anything to sleep in.”

“That’s a problem?” Hawk asked mildly as he glided the car into D.C. traffic. Not quite early enough to beat the rush. He’d wasted time coming to get Tim.

“You make presumptions,” Tim said, but he was grinning.

“You’re already in my car,” Hawk pointed out, grinning back.

“Why now, why— it’s been four weeks.”

“It’s come to my attention only yesterday that I missed your birthday. Can you legally drink now, Skippy?”

“I’m twenty-three,” Tim said, with a look of rebuke only someone in their early twenties would have for being mistaken as younger. Hawk rolled his eyes.

“What did you end up doing? On the day,” he clarified at Tim’s confused look.

“I… nothing special,” Tim said after a moment. “Mary…” he started again, and trailed off, and Hawk felt something tighten in the pit of his chest. He darted a glance over, but Tim was staring out the window. “We thought it best we not be seen together right now. For verisimilitude.”

“Right,” Hawk said, clearing his throat. It was for the best, he reminded himself. Losing Mary would have been crushing for Tim, of course. The two had gotten close quickly, and from what Hawk had gathered, she seemed to be the only close friend Tim had in the city. Every time Tim spoke of her, his eyes had glowed with genuine warmth and affection. Every time Hawk saw Mary in the office, he was treated to a look of badly concealed rebuke. Even seeing her every day, Hawk had not once thought about what the loss of her friendship would mean for Tim. He felt uncomfortably ashamed of that now.

“I talked to my mother,” Tim continued with a shrug. “The family is doing well. Except for Uncle Ronald, who apparently needs to be locked up for his own good. She says.”

Hawk gave a grunt of acknowledgement and concentrated on the road. They sat in strained silence in the slow-moving traffic for the next ten minutes, while something incongruously upbeat and poppy played at low volume on the radio. At last they made it out of D.C. proper, hit the parkway and sped up to a decent cruising pace, at which point Tim turned to him with that too familiar look of determination in his eye and asked again, “Why did you come get me?”

Hawk sighed. Tim never was one to let things go when he got an idea stuck in his head, and here they were stuck in a car together for the next two hours. Hawk reconsidered whether this had been the best idea, after all. He said, “Maybe I wanted to give you a present.”

“You didn’t even know it was my birthday.”

Hawk looked over at Tim, and back, and back again. The looks lasted longer than they should have, given that he was driving, but all he wanted was to drink Tim in. He’d brought his camera. He wished he could immortalize this moment, too: the adorable pout on Tim’s face, mixed with that fierce determination and equal parts hope and hurt in his eyes. It was a potent cocktail, and it tugged at Hawk’s heart. “You want me to say I missed you? I missed you. I missed you, Skippy.” Then, more truth slipping out as he saw the skepticism still on Tim’s face, “Thought maybe you were too high-principled to ever speak to me again.”

That seemed to settle something, Tim’s face twisting into that smile he sometimes got where he seemed on the verge of tears. “Hey, c’mere,” Hawk said, and stretched his arm along the back of the bench seat to pull Tim towards him. It hit him only then, as Tim slid closer and collapsed into him with a little moan, that they hadn’t touched in four weeks. He buried his nose in Tim’s hair, sinking into the comfort of the familiar smell even as he tried valiantly to keep one eye on the road. “God, I have missed you, Skippy.”

Tim settled closer with a contented little shimmy, head pillowed in the crook of Hawk’s shoulder as Hawk’s hand combed through his thick hair. Tim’s hand skimmed over the fabric of Hawk’s shirt, slipping inside Hawk’s jacket as though he couldn’t help himself. “Tell me,” Hawk said, tilting Tim’s head back to give his forehead a quick kiss, “what does my boy want for his birthday?”

“Am I still? Your boy?”

The question sent heat lancing straight through Hawk, especially with the slow-blinking wide eyes that accompanied it, and he shifted to accommodate the sudden rush of blood south. His hand tightened on the wheel. Thank god for automatic transmission and a surprising lack of traffic on this rural two-lane highway. His voice dropped an octave as he answered roughly, “If you want to be.”

Tim’s hand continued to rove over Hawk’s chest with the barest pressure. His eyes didn’t leave Hawk’s face. “I ask Marcus about you sometimes. When I can’t help myself.”

It was said so easily. Tim had this way of stating the most vulnerable, damning things as simple truths. Like it didn’t even hurt him to be that open. Maybe it was the habit of confession. Hawk wondered what else he could be made to confess. Then his expression darkened. What else he could be made to confess could get them both into a world of trouble. That’s what had gotten them into this whole mess in the first place: Tim’s inability to lie. He shook it off. Tim would learn eventually. He’d have to, if he wanted to survive. Until then, Hawk would keep them both safe. And in the meantime there was no sense in not taking advantage. “What else can’t you help yourself from?”

Tim pulled back a little. “You’re making fun of me,” he said, but he sounded unsure.

Hawk nodded significantly at his lap, where his erection strained at his trousers. “Does it look like I’m making fun of you? It’s a long drive, Skippy. Maybe I just want to hear about how you touch yourself at night, imagining me there with you. What kind of things do you imagine? Confess.”

That last got a reaction, a shuddered breath that Hawk felt on his neck, followed by a catlike flick of Tim’s tongue. “You and your presumptions.”

“Mhmm, so you’ve been celibate this whole time, then.”

“What about you?” Tim said, poking Hawk in the side and eliciting an undignified yelp. “I know you haven’t. And I know you’ve used more than your right hand.”

“Didn’t expect me to wait for you to come knocking down my door, did you, Skippy?” Hawk shrugged, easy. “I have been known to indulge, on occasion. Did you want to hear about my hollow bathhouse conquests?”

“If they’re hollow, then why—”

“Same reason you’re not celibate, I imagine. Because… it’s better than nothing.”

They were silent for a moment, Hawk moody with things he didn’t want to be thinking about, and Tim’s expression gone contemplative. Then Tim relaxed into him again and said, hesitant but deliberate, “I do think about you.”

Hawk hummed in approval, the moodiness swept away like clouds before sun. “Oh? Do tell.”

“I think about… the night of Alsop’s party. Before the party. When you… when you made me—”

“You like to be made to do things,” Hawk said, which felt true even if it had been Tim calling the shots that entire night.

“How did you know? I didn’t know.”

Hawk considered that. “Didn’t know. Had a sense, maybe. That you’d be… receptive. Little things. Straight away, election night, you let me order for you. A lot of men wouldn’t. They’d get offended or put up some macho bluster… You gave me your number when I asked. And then that first night, our first real night…” he shrugged. “I like being in control. And you seemed so eager to please.”

Tim flushed, a heat that Hawk could feel as his fingers skimmed over Tim’s cheek. “You make me sound like such a, a—”

“Didn’t mean it as an insult, Skippy. Nothing gets me hotter than an eager boy.”

Tim turned his face into Hawk and shuddered out a heavy breath. His hand was rubbing firmer circles now over Hawk’s chest. “It’s not about being forced, or made to do things, it’s… you told me what you wanted and that made it easy. I could do it and I liked… seeing how far I could push before you cracked. I like making you lose control.”

“Better watch it, Skippy. Making me lose control already and we’ve got a fair bit of driving to do.”

Tim’s hand had slid down to Hawk’s thighs, and was now inching upwards, skirting the area where Hawk wanted him most, of course. “Does that— is that a turn on for you? Trying to hold on to your composure while you’re losing it?”

Hawk blew out a measured breath, eyes firmly on the road, as Tim’s hand slid up his inner thigh, into the junction between thigh and hip, and started kneading. Still not where he wanted him. His foot had gone heavy on the accelerator, and he eased the car back to fifty. “You’re playing a dangerous game, boy.”

“Answer the question.”

Hawk darted a quick glance over, and Tim’s eyes glittered, locked on his face. Hawk grinned, predatory. “Alright then. Just remember who started this.” Another slow exhale to get his pulse under control and he eased off the gas again. His hand threaded gently into Tim’s hair from the nape of his neck. “Take me out.” When Tim hesitated, he added, “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Skippy. Do it. Or get back on your side of the car.”

A moment’s pause, then Tim obeyed, undoing Hawk’s belt, and then trousers, one-handed. Hawk tilted his hips to make it easier. He wished he had a cigarette. And another hand. Hawk was barely uncovered, only a few inches of him peeking out from the waistband of his boxers, but it was enough that it would be a challenge to cover up quickly if anything happened. “Go on, then,” he said.

Tim met his eyes, as if gauging what Hawk wanted, then licked his lips seemingly unconsciously and lowered his head.

That first touch of wet heat and suction had Hawk bucking up into Tim’s mouth. “Ahh— slow down, Skippy. Slower. That’s it,” he sighed as Tim eased back, mouthing wetly at the head of his cock. “Settle in, that’s it.”

Tim settled into his lap, as Hawk grazed the backs of his fingers over Tim’s cheek. “Now take yourself out.” There was a muffled moan as Tim nosed deeper, but he complied all the same, clumsy fingers fumbling at his own trousers. His other hand slid behind Hawk to grip Hawk’s left hip. “I don't want to see your hand stop moving,” Hawk said once Tim had gotten himself out. The head of Tim’s cock was shiny wet and dripping, challenging Hawk to keep his eyes on the road.

“Wanna make me lose control? See how long you can keep us here. On the brink.” Tim moaned around Hawk’s cock, his hand speeding up. “Love this, don’t you? You’re so hard just from sucking me off. Bet I could make you come untouched. Something to play with later. Ah— easy, easy.” That last was in response to Tim taking him deep, his throat convulsing around him with blissful pressure as he swallowed.

“God, Skippy,” Hawk breathed, forcing himself to relax. “You drive me crazy.” His hand moved from Tim’s cheek to his throat, squeezing gently. He could feel himself, inside. Tim moaned again in answer, his hand still moving. What a picture he was, his head buried in Hawk’s lap, hair a mess, glasses askew, body sprawled and twisted on the white leather, cockhead angry red as it peeped between his moving fingers. “I could keep you here for hours if I wanted. So hard, for so long, until you’re sobbing for me to let you come.”

Tim made an urgent noise, his hand stilling on his cock as he squeezed tight. “I said keep moving, Skippy.” Hawk’s cock slipped out of Tim’s mouth as he gulped for air, but his hand did start moving again, slowly.

“Hawk,” Tim panted, turning his name into a strung-out needy groan.

“Need some help there?” Tim shook his head, his mouth finding Hawk’s cock again, and Hawk blew out a heavy breath. “That’s right, want to do it all yourself, don’t you, boy? Get me hard, make me come, make me lose control.”

Hawk had slowed down enough that a car was about to overtake them on the left. He gave the family of four a sedate nod as they passed. “Imagine what they’d think if they could see you,” he murmured, hand stroking Tim’s throat. “My shameless, needy boy.”

Tim’s high-pitched keen was a thing of beauty. Up ahead, the family station wagon was taking an exit, leaving a long, open straightaway. Enough. “C’mon,” he said, his hand sliding into Tim’s thick hair, urging him faster. Tim’s hand on himself sped up, his other hand digging into Hawk’s hip hard enough to bruise.

Hawk’s head dug into the seat back as he panted open-mouthed, every muscle in his body tensed. The speedometer was creeping past eighty, so he took his foot off the gas and planted it, forcing his eyes open as Tim bobbed in earnest now. “That’s it, come on, c’mon. Make yourself come, I want you coming with my cock in your mouth, knowing you love it.”

Tim spluttered, convulsing in on himself as Hawk flooded his mouth. Didn’t let any spill though, good boy, swallowing around Hawk and then lapping, suckling, as they collapsed together, boneless.

Hawk sank back in the seat, laughter in his heart and bubbling up through his chest. “God, Skippy. God. The way you make me—”

Head pillowed on Hawk’s lap, hand curled protectively against his own stomach, Tim turned his face to the sky and laughed in wild, pure joy.

#just a little ep3 interlude <3 #fellow travelers #fellowtravelersedit #redrites #tim x hawk #hawk x tim #* #ftfic #fellow travelers fics

[allieebobo]

hello again!! follow up ask time because u cannot just leave me hanging with the fact u ended up owning the school library copy of one fierce hour damn!!!!!!

anyway my drama teacher lent (gave?) me his personal copy of off centre (another thing i could go for hours on about; really want to read/watch/perform more of haresh sharma's works, i've only watched a bootleg of 'those who can't, teach' on youtube and read, watched (a lot of versions on youtube) and performed off centre) ANYWAY he lent it to me bc i was performing a monolgue from it and it's been lying on my desk for three years. i graduate in one and he may have just. forgotten. it's very awkward now and my friend is in the same predicament with another book he lent her and she at least assured me it wouldn't be THAT bad if i still had it after graduating bc he has another copy lmao

but yeah anyway i found alfian sa'at after my english teacher gave me more recommendations for singaporean poets via poetry.sg!! even before i knew he was queer (and all the other controversy haizz) when i first read his 'autobiography' poem (here if u want: http://www.poetry.sg/alfian-saat-autobiography) and it stuck out so much and was so special, from the way he uses his language to idk his themes? really great stuff

anyway done with another long ask <3 take care!!

Ooh yes please go on about off centre if you'd like, I'd love to know more, had not heard of haresh sharma before and I might just watch one of the YouTube performances! Crazy that it's so well documented on YouTube!

And lmao that teacher sounds like he's definitely giving those books out--spreading the love of good literature! :) what a saint!

Aww your English teacher sounds very awesome as well--and thanks for the rec! :) one of my fave English teachers once shared a poem with me once (very short) about grief but it was about flowers and spring and I guess the point was that life goes on? She told it to us in the context of her brother passing away and it made such an impact on me and I can't for the LIFE of me find it back no matter what search terms I use and it's literally been bugging me for the past 10 years. Thought I'd try my luck with you? Maybe you might know it.

You take care too!

Oh forgot to add--dont you think Alfian Sa'at and the way he writes his poems has a cadence/rhythm to it that sounds like singlish?? I love that so much and I wish I knew more how to use that rhythm in my writing.

#personal? hahaha #not even sure what to tag this now #but im very much enjoying this #❤️❤️

[damatris]

I was tagged by @fieldofclover!

Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason.

First fic you ever published there: Born of Familiarity

I ended up hyperfixating on The Witcher (all versions tbh, it's got so many cakes. And it's still having me in its grip.) in 2019 when Netflix released the 1st season. In spring 2020 I was painting a portrait of Geralt and the sentence "To Geralt Jaskier registered as quiet." popped up in my head and didn't leave me alone until I started unveiling the reason. And then I ended up writing the thoughts down in fic format, writing prose for the first time in like 8 years and fic in maybe 14 years? The overwhelming positive reception only fed into the rediscovering of how much fun writing prose is (had been doing only comic scripting) and I continued writing more fics. That one also ended up being the 1st fic of the series that's my main focus.

Last fic you published: Flying High, Falling Low (Latest update was on Winter Winds and Snowmelt though)

I'll be talking about both fics later on.

Any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once: Ouija Phone

It's a very slightly longer than a drabble crack fic for The Umbrella Academy. I just thought it'd be funny. It's also the only fic that's not for The Witcher on ao3.

Your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works: Winter Winds and Snowmelt

Will talk about it later.

Fic you wish more people read: I Get To Watch You Grow Up Now

This one is purely book based fic involving Dandelion and Essi. It's a short snapshot of their almost familial relationship. I personally like how it turned out despite not much happening.

Tbh, I'm not surprised at all that this particular fic has far less interaction than my other ones since it's not geraskier or has any other ship either. Plus Essi is only in a single one shot in the book series so she's not so well known character.

Fic you agonized over the most: Flying High, Falling Low

Decided to go with this instead of any long fic because the amount of agonizing versus word count is higher despite having written a bulletin point fic a couple of years ago which I used as an outline.

This one was for the Disability Pride Month Challenge in a discord group and I decided to use bipolar disorder. Which is what I have so I ended up using A Lot of personal experiences and that was both difficult and freeing. It's not the 1st time I've put them on paper or even leaned into fics but this time there wasn't much redressing some of the symptoms into different things/reasons and creating distance that way.

It's kinda surprising how very, very few fics there are with bipolar Jaskier since a lot of his canon behavior fits it. But from what I've observed, people tend to give him adhd if he's written neurodivergent. I wonder if it's because of adhd is better known or if it's because of the stigma still clinging to bipolar disorder (...most likely because of a combination...).

Fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort: There's Harshness In Your Voice And Softness In Your Hands

This is a funny and lighthearted one with concussed Jaskier. It was so much fun writing him being a bit loopy and saying only parts of his thoughts out loud to Geralt's exasperation. Plus, I got to write a whole silly ditty for it that I posted as a 2nd chapter. The whole fic was written wayyy past midnight during an insomnia spell which absolutely lent itself for Jaskier's thought process. It's also my most popular fic by a pretty large margin when looking at kudos, however I don't consider it as such. (That would go to Biting Snake Isn't Better Than Knife In Your Back due to the comments and bookmarks. Sorry for sneaking in a fic not asked for)

A work you are proud of—for whatever reason: Winter Winds and Snowmelt

Winter Winds... Gosh, I have so many feelings about this fic (And Biting Snake too which is the immediate prequel). I'm really happy with the way I managed to treat serious topics about mental health, recovery from trauma, and building healthy relationships both romantic and platonic. It's not a perfect representation but the way multiple readers have told me how much they see themselves/in general identify with what the characters are going through and how it has brought them comfort makes me feel like I've done a good job. Not to mention that people have loved the slow healing and found each chapter interesting is so so great to hear. Especially since Winter Winds is the longest fic by a large margin in the Geraskier tag on AO3. Which I still find absolutely wild! I have no idea how it's currently a bit over 472k words.

Also, I'm so very proud about the fact that I'm currently writing the last chapter of it. It's been a long ride, both with time and word count. I started it in fall 2020 so it's going to be slightly less than a 3 year project. And I'm almost finished. I'm actually having so many feelings about finishing that the last chapter is a very slow writing as I'm also letting go of the fic and all the emotions I've gone through while writing it. Although, the series it's part of isn't even close to finished so I don't have to say goodbye to these particular versions of the characters.

Uhh.. I never know who to tag but @dapandapod maybe you want to talk about your fics...!

#iida rambles #the Witcher #the witcher fanfiction #geraskier #the Witcher fanfic #Witcher #adventures with writing

[lyaslibrary]

JYH02 - Paper Rings

Song Inspiration - Paper Rings by Taylor Swift

Characters: Jeong Yunho (Ateez) and Fem! Reader

Genre: Slice of Life and Fluff

Word Count: 1051

*Recommendation: Please listen to the song inspiration before reading or while reading to feel the emotions of the song :D

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The moon is high like your friends were the night that we first met. Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet, now, I've read all of the books beside your bed.

You liked going to parties, especially the ones your best friend hosted, and during one particular party, the tall, blonde Jeong Yunho caught your eye and made the party more enjoyable. It was already late into the night, and you saw Yunho trying to help his friends stand since only he and another friend of his was sober, so you lent a hand, and he thanked you before leaving. Ever since that night, there was something about Yunho that you found interesting, so you stalked all his social media accounts and saw that you had a lot of similarities. Hence, the next time one of your friends threw a party, you told them to invite Yunho, and that's how your friendship started. Eventually, the both of you began to hang out outside the parties your friends hosted, and one of these hangouts was happening right now as you'd just about finished reading every book in his side closet.

The wine is cold like the shoulder that I gave you in the street. Cat and mouse for a month or two or three, now, I wake up in the night and watch you breathe.

You noticed that you were starting to think of Yunho as more than a friend, and since you developed trust issues with these things due to past relationships, you began to distance yourself from him. It started with you not answering his calls or texts by saying you were busy and pretending that you didn't notice him whenever you saw each other because you just had a lot to think about. Although this went on for two to three months, Yunho would still be friendly whenever he greeted and texted you daily. Your friends also started to notice the cat-and-mouse situation you had with Yunho, so they did an intervention and made you see that Yunho was different, so little by little, the two of you returned to how you both were. Thinking about it now, you feel silly about what happened, but you thank your friends for intervening because if it weren't for them, you wouldn't be waking up in the middle of the night to watch Yunho peacefully sleeping beside you.

Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night. Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright. Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life.

The day you and Yunho announced your relationship was exhausting because your friends kept asking about how you got together. Meanwhile, Yunho's friends were teasing him about finally getting the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend. Still, it was a fun day, and that day was extra special because after all the fussing and chatting when it was just you and Yunho, he kissed you not just once but three times. The first kiss was because it had been a tiring day and you needed an energy boost, the second kiss was because you two were finally together, and things were only going to be better, and the third kiss was because he just wanted to kiss you one more time. So you couldn't help but blush the entire time he accompanied you to your apartment because you couldn't stop feeling happy.

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings uh huh, that's right, darling, you're the one I want.

Whenever your friends would describe you, they would say that you're not someone who would settle for anything but the best. Still, while you were taking photos of Yunho gazing at the sky, you thought that if he proposed to you with a paper ring, you'd say "yes" and immediately get married. So as you continue to admire Yunho's handsome face as he watches the beautiful sky, you can't help but think that the only person you'd ever want is Yunho and nobody else. These quiet moments are the ones you keep closest to your heart because although you are hard to please, when it comes to Yunho, everything is just the best. To you, Yunho could wash the dishes, and you'd find it to be the definition of perfection, and that's how you knew that you'd fallen for him hard.

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this, uh huh, that's right, darling, you're the one I want.

Although you aren't someone who plans everything from A to Z, you dislike accidents and everything affiliated with things that shouldn't happen. But catching a glimpse of Yunho at your best friend's party, to getting into a relationship with him is the best accident that happened to you. From stalking his social media accounts to frequenting his favorite places and getting to know his friends were things you'd never expect to do, but you did them all and didn't regret it. Sometimes you'd like to think that you and Yunho were destined to be together, so you don't consider it an accident, but it was something you were unprepared for. Still, you wouldn't change anything because you're already happy, and with Yunho around, everything gets more exciting.

In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams, oh, you're the one I want.

While preparing to surprise Yunho with your first anniversary, you open a box containing souvenirs of all your memories with him. You found a paper ring and remembered that when you were drunk once, you told Yunho to propose with a paper ring so you could get married already, and he did do it. You also found a picture frame from the arcade where you and Yunho took pictures from your third date, and you laughed at how silly you both looked, making funny faces. You also found some things that shouldn't be in the box because they remind you of moments that should only be mentioned behind closed doors, but seeing them felt nostalgic. So as you wait for Yunho to arrive, you can't help but think about the phrase "You're the one I want" because it has never felt so true until this very moment.

You're the one I want, one I want.

#ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #jeong yunho #ateez yunho

[academicdisasterfic]

13, 14 & 18 for the weird questions pls and thank youuuuu!! If those don’t spark joy or you’ve already done them, swap ‘em out!! xox

hello lovely person!!! thank you!!!

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

I think the most difficult thing for me to both write and read about is anything to do with addiction - I've tried, a couple of times, as a way to process things, but I always end up not being able to do it.

I find it really easy to write a lot of really angsty things though! I tend to explore mental health, illness, loss, and grief quite consistently and without really trying.

14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back?

I do lend my books to people! There are quite a few I've never gotten back. The only one I really miss is a particularly beautiful hardback copy of The Price Guide to the Occult by Leslye Walton that I lent to one of my ex's friends - I've harboured that bitterness for YEARS. I eventually caved and just bought another copy.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. 

This is such a good one - I ended up picking this microfic, and this specific passage:

i like halves and quarters and non-divisible parts, and i like boys who have to scrap the good parts of themselves together and cling tightly to them, and i like fighting while fucking, and i like lashing out just to be held, and i like being the only thing you’re selfish for, and - yes, harry, i like you.

I wrote the first half of this microfic without being quite sure of what I was trying to say, only trying to chase a specific feeling I had of how terrifying it is to be really known by someone. I'd used a lot of imagery and poetic language in the first part, and then I realised what was missing was something grittier, more raw, because the feeling itself is a very gritty, raw feeling.

My boyfriend has called me stubborn at least three times a day for the past week, and every time he does I smile, because it reminds me that they see me at my absolute most frustrating self and want me anyway. It reminds me of this passage and I love that.

Weird questions for writers here

#rooney answers

[classicoracle]

it's just chocolate: a letter to someone

dear ̶̨̩̮̭̓̔̇̀ ̵̨̫̏͌̾́ ̸͖͙͎̠͗̓̾ ̵̻̂͊͗̅ ̶̛̱͇̰́͋̕͜ ,

a lot changed about me since we last saw each other seven and a half years ago. you should know i never wanted to leave but i didn't have a choice. i will add that i didn't want to stay because of you, you are not relevant to my story. you should know i have been hurt, many times. people came and people left, constantly. and after being broken by multiple other people, i realised one truth: relationships and friendships are lies, they mean nothing, bonds are abstract and i shouldn't try to matter. i was doing just fine with that truth, i had accepted it. but you just had to say my name, didn't you? you had to say hi and you had to say we knew each other before. you extended a hand of friendship and i was so eager to accept it. you meant that the old version of me, the one i thought was dead, still was out there somewhere. i could find her in your memories of me. so why, tell me why, did you pull away when i finally accepted your hand? what changed? i got your number, you gave me your number. i lent you money and you said i was nice. why don't you want me anymore? did i get too close? i didn't mean to be too flirtatious, that's just how i am. it's not my fault. you match my type, i'll admit it. but never in my lifetime would i ask out someone from my past. my past is too fragile, i can't risk breaking it. did something happen after i left? why do you want to forget me when you were the one who knew my name? i didn't even recognise yours, but you insisted we had met before. are you really so narcissistic to think that my guilt of not remembering disguised as enthusiastic friendship means that i wanted you? i never wanted you. maybe i was using you to heal myself, for that i am sorry. maybe i did have a crush on you, but i don't think i did. my feelings were longing and loneliness. i've been so lonely. what kind of doctor starts to stitch a wound and then leaves the patient with the needle and thread? what kind of librarian tells you to look for their own book when the shelves are not marked? what kind of soldier stabs someone because they finally removed their armour? what kind of friend reemerges in your life only to leave it worse of when they go. i have been left behind by so many people. do you think you're special? in each act of my life there has been someone exactly like you, only none of them has ever treated me disrespectfully. that's the only way you stand out. i hope to be able to move on from you. i invited you to my party and you said you had something else, and i was fine with it. i bought you a single, small piece of chocolate for almost nothing. did you think i loved you? it's just chocolate. you mean nothing to me, but don't you ever hurt someone like that again. you taught me that trust is nothing, friendship is nothing, and you are nobody. my walls aren't as high as they used to be, but they sure are thicker. so good luck to anyone shorter than you, trying to make it into my castle. do me a favour and don't speak to me unless instructed to, don't look at me when i glance at you, don't think of me because you've now been forgotten too. i will sit with distance and i will listen with my middle finger in the air. i owe you nothing, you owe me a buck and eighteen and an apology.

spiteful regards,

a human.

#poem #original poem #poetry #broken trust #friendship #friendship breakup #broken friendship #trust issues #abandoment issues #abandoned #attachment issues #anger #hurt #real story

[rieraclaelin]

Rules: bold your choices then tag some people to do the same.

I was tagged by @novemberhush, thank you! ♥

hardcover or paperback // rent or buy // reads in silence or reads with music // standalone or series // annotations or pristine pages // ebook or physical copy // dog ears or bookmarks // mismatched series or complete set // cover matters or you don’t judge // lend books or keep them to yourself // enjoys lit classes or despises them // browses shops or orders online // reads reviews or goes in blind // unreturned books or clean library record // rereads or once was enough // fanfic enthusiast or a stickler for canon // deep reader or easily distracted // must read the book before seeing the movie or order doesn’t matter // has neat bookshelves or messy bookshelves // skips ahead or resists temptation // reads aloud or in your head // guesses plot twists or never sees them coming

I will tag @sterekshaven, @compo67, @xx-thedarklord-xx and anyone else that wants to join in. Just claim a tag from me! ♥ As usual, if I tagged you, don’t feel like you have to play along!

#about Jessie #tag games #also #I keep books to myself #only because in the past I've lent books out #and they've either given them away forgetting they were mine #or they've lost them #so #I'm a lot more stingy now with lending books out

[visceralcoma]

Why people gotta be inconsiderate with how they tag fics? Like obviously i can't force them to do anything, but was just saying hey, there is a better tag for this. Or better yet, make a new tag and be a trendsetter!. Make a tag and maybe there will be more of it, especially as a fairly popular author to encourage the fandom - you know?

Anyway, tagginig MCIT/MGIT on this post to make a public service announcement to our little niche to watch out for people using the popularity of the tag to get eyes on their works. It's a fic fake out and the author did not respond well to being told there are better ways to tag the fic, or suggestions on creating the MC in Bridgerton fic (which i would welcome with open arms because it'd encourage more people to write it!)

(UPDATE! They removed the Modern Girl in Thedas tag~)

VisceralComa wrote: ACK! this is lovely. And I only happened to stumble on it in the MCIT tag. You know you can create a tag so its "Modern Character in Bridgerton" or "Modern Girl in Bridgerton" so it's more obvious which fandom canon the MC ends up in. "Modern Girl in Thedas" is kinda for Dragon Age, given the name..."Thedas" is specific to Dragon Age. Or use more general tags like Isekai, Portal Fantasy, or Modern People in Fictional Worlds tag.

Darsynia responded: Thank you! I want to preface my next statement by saying I don't mean to shoot down your kind advice-- I did know that about DA, and have actually seen the tag used in multiple fandoms (though interestingly, this is the fourth such fic I've written and the first to use the tag written out as such, instead of using it as slang in the notes) as shorthand for the trope. Similar, I think, to the way the MCU in particular uses 'Dead Dove: Do Not Eat' as a shorthand for a darkfic that isn't playing around, even though that's from Arrested Development (and I think the moment was played for comedy in that series). A popular MCU Tony/OC story is actually titled 'Modern Girl in Thedas,' which probably lent credence to my assumption. I wonder now if the term was more popular in the mid aughts and I'm just hanging onto it, or what, otherwise I'd imagine you'd have seen more use of it and it'd be less noteworthy? In the past I've kind of relied on the summary to make clear that it's a 'fan wakes up in the world' story, or tagged it with some combo of the words, so I do find it interesting to see what common tags end up pulling in readers, to be sure. In any case, if you like the trope and are an MCU or HP fan, check out Iron Helix (Tony Stark/OC) and A Solution More Beautiful (series rewrite WiP from book 4 onward, Sirius/OC/Remus... eventually). And thanks for stopping by! ((edit: just to add, I tend to write vanishingly rare pairings, so the chances that someone would come across my story and click it, after using a 'Portal Fantasy' tag and not sorting by a specific fandom did, quite honestly, feel unlikely. So the mere fact that you commented has given me a chance to re-evaluate my decision on that, I guess! Though, at this point, going back and tagging previous fics with it seems futile, heh.))

Then they deleted my second comment almost immediately after responding.

Darsynia responded: You're really doing this? Honey, let it go. Or, I tell you what, if it bugs you this much, report it. Take a gander at how long I've been on the site and see whether I need your lecture, or don't, it really couldn't matter more to me.

They deleted my comment thread but I still have the emails if anyone wants proof. The fic in question is this one: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38088703/chapters/95144734, if anyone wants to take a shot at convincing them how to be considerate with tagging.

You'd think someone with an account creation dating back to 2009, they'd know this by now?

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

My Mistake part 2.

Masterlist

Warnings: Just friends fighting, Nick putting his foot in it, swearing kicking things lol

WC:1530

Enjoy x

“Ok, everything is booked, Carisi and Y/L/S you fly out Saturday morning” Liv pulled her glasses off looking between you and Sonny.

“That’s perfect. The arrest warrant was issued he should be in police custody in the next couple of hours. We have an appointment with the ADA Monday morning and trial starts on Tuesday. Y/N and Amaro I need you both on the stand. Hadid has spoken with the DA out there and they have found a judge willing to trial Los Angeles charges and Manhattan charges, I just have to go back now and find a judge willing to teleconference during the trial” Sonny smiled between you all.

“We still doing dinner and drinks later?” Fin lent back on his chair “Amaro you in?”

“Wouldn’t miss it” Nick grinned.

“You can all go ahead, I’ll meet you all there. Don’t drink too much before I get there” Liv smiled.

You walked out of interview room followed by Amanda, Kat and Fin. Nick and Sonny rushed out waving bye and muttering “see you soon”  

“I’ll give you all a ride” Fin opened his top drawer pulling his keys out.

“Count me out, I need to get home to the girls, Sienna has her night classes tonight”

“You go, I’ll go and take care of the girls, just let her know I’ am coming. I was never going with him there anyway”

“Have I missed something?” Fin looked between you all.

“You don’t want to know” You said over your shoulder and walked towards your locker to get your bag.

You had enjoyed your night with the girls. Sienna stayed while you had a quick shower changing into tights and an over-sized t shirt. You cooked the girl’s mac and cheese, bathed them both, gave Billie her bottle putting her to sleep and then you and Jesse watched a little TV. She ended up falling asleep on you. You carried her into bed tucking her in and came back out settling in to watch some love sit com when you heard the door open and shut,

“Hey Y/N” Amanda rounded the corner followed by Sonny and Nick “How were the girls?”

“Fine” you snapped “They are both asleep, I’ll leave you guys too it”

You went to walk to the front door to grab your stuff when Sonny grabbed your arm and pulled you back as you walked past,

“I’ am not dealing with you like this for the next two weeks, if not longer- we don’t know how long we will be in LA. You need to hear him out”

“I don’t need to do shit Sonny” you snapped back “I don’t need to go, get Kat to take my place if that’s how you feel”

“Stop being so stubborn Y/N” you looked over at Amanda feeling betrayed and ganged up on.

“Are you kidding me right now?” you almost yelled “Your one to talk Amanda”

“Please Y/N, Lets go and talk somewhere. Just us” Nick took a step closer to you.

You took a step back pulling out of Sonny’s grip, your eyes filling with tears, walking passed everyone and rushing out the door, not even bothering to put on your shoes. You took the stairs down to the parking garage, Sonny’s truck parked next to your car,

“Y/N wait” You turned to see Nick jogging towards you from the lifts.

“Go away Nick” You opened your car door throwing your stuff in.

“Please just hear me out that’s all I’ am asking”

“So you want me to hear you out after you had zero respect for me, zero” Nick looked into your tear-filled eyes and you almost melted looking to his chocolate ones, your tummy filling with butterflies and all your feelings for him rushing back “Your only here talking to me cause Maria in the end didn’t want you back and you think with some Amaro charm I’ll welcome you back with open arms- it’s not happening”

“How much longer are you going to punish me” Nick snapped “You’ll just make yourself more bitter and no one will want you cause your hard work- that’s why Barba left you” As soon his is words left his mouth he seen the hurt in your face, the hurt his words caused you again and the tears rolled down your cheeks, his own eyes filling with tears,

“You know nothing about me and Rafael” you snarled.

“I’ am sorry Y/N please- I shouldn’t have said that, I didn’t mean it. It’s my mistake”

“Seems to be your way Nick, say things you don’t mean, say sorry and then say things you don’t mean again. Clearly LA hasn’t done anything for your nasty temper” your tone was like ice.

Nick stood there and watched as you got into the car turning it on and driving away. He kicked a bin on his way back to the lifts making his way back up to Amanda’s apartment. Tears where running down his cheeks as Sonny opened the door to let him back in,

“Nick-what happened? Where is she?”

“She left. I said too much, I hurt her again”

“Come on Nick your meant to be making this better not worse” Sonny rubbed his face with his hand.

“What could you have possibly said that could have made this worse” Amanda looked over at him hands on her hips

“That she will make herself bitter and no one will want her and that’s why Barba left her”

Amanda sighed “Nick what were you thinking?”

**

When you woke up the next morning you really didn’t think it could get much worse till it did, but you were glad that you knew that Nick would have been on the way back to LA by now. You messaged Liv when you got home that night to tell you her you weren’t coming in, you needed the day off. She rang you the next morning to see if you were ok and when you asked if Kat could go in your place to LA she was less than impressed telling you that you needed to get your personal life together because you had a job to do and that you better be at the airport on time the next morning to meet Sonny. Music was pumping through your apartment,

I refuse to give in to my blues

That's not how it's going to be

And I deny the tears in my eyes

'Cause I don't want to let you see no

That you have made a hole in my heart

And now I've got to fool myself

I'll get over you I know I will

I'll pretend my ship's not sinking

And I'll tell myself I'm over you

'Cause I'm the king of wishful thinking (I'll get over you I know I will)

I'll pretend my ship's not sinking

And I'll tell myself I'm over you

'Cause I'm the king of wishful thinking (king of wishful thinking)

Your suit case was open on the floor and all your clothes on your bed, knowing it was going to be better to over pack then under pack, just in case you were stuck in LA longer than planned, when you heard loud knocks on the door. You rushed out opening it to Sonny standing there with his suit case and back pack. You frowned at him looking between him and the case,

“What are you doing here?” you moved out of the way to let him in.

“Staying the night to make sure you get on that plane tomorrow. You still mad at me?” Sonny walked in the door pulling his bag in, sitting his back pack on top and turned to look at you as you closed the door.

“You should be a Detective when you grow up”

“I’ am sorry about last night, Amanda and I-“

“Ganged up on me. He hasn’t changed Sonny don’t you see that. You weren’t there, you didn’t hear what he said to me last night or that night. How he said it, how he makes me feel. I was in love with him and he done what he did. And then clearly he knew about Rafael to say what he said last night cause he used that against me as well. Who told him that by the way? Cause clearly he doesn’t know the whole story”

“I did, but only in passing conversation when I was at your place one night and he asked why I was there. He thought we were together, if only he knew” Sonny’s cheeks turned red.

“Asshole” you scoffed “Don’t think that getting me out to LA is going to change my mind about him. We have a job to do and that’s it. You want to go out drinking and dinners with him that’s up to you, don’t involve me”  

Sonny walked up to you hugged you tight. “Y/N come on- for me”

“No Sonny- he broke me and after what he said last night- maybe he is right maybe I’ am too damaged, but I don’t need him to keep reminding me that, I live with it every day”

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[drhairball]

Y'all ever answer an ask 1320 days too late?

Many thanks to @yournowheregirl, @cham--p and that particular Anon for sending me these asks on March 16th, 2018. Sorry to keep you waiting, I'm sure you've been on the edge of your seats for these past three and a half years.

1. favourite place in your country? Oh man there's so many good ones but honestly it might be my parents' garden. Not objectively the best place in the country, more of a matter of personal pride.

2. do you prefer spending your holidays in your country or travel abroad? Abroad, I need at least one (1) mountain to feel holidayed. Bonus points for every additional degree celsius I get to enjoy.

3. does your country have access to sea? My country having access to sea is pretty fundamental to 80% of our history—the other 20% revolves around the sea having access to our country. #1953

4. favourite dish specific for your country? Probably erwtensoep? There's other Dutch foods I like much more but they're not really dishes. Erwtensoep certainly beats boerenkool, zuurkool and hutspot though. Wait I forgot hachee exists (pronounced ha-SHAY, not like a sneeze). I'll leave this one unresolved.

5. favourite song in your native language? I'm not great at picking favourites and I rarely listen to Dutch music, so this is a tough one for me. The first thing that comes to mind is Lente by Brigitte Kaandorp, not exactly a hit song but I have a certain fondness for it.

6. most hated song in your native language? Probably anything originating in Volendam sorry.

7. three words from your native language that you like the most? I'm not enough of a poet to think of everyday words I'm particularly emotional about. However, in Dutch it's very easy to create new words by smashing existing ones together, and every now and then you encounter new mutant words that either make you think (1) "ew ew ew let it die" or (2) "I'm so glad someone decided to write this down". Together with a few friends I've been curating a list of exactly these words for close to a decade now, so I'll pick three from the second category (dubbed "jolige samenvoegingen"): kalkoenbedruppelaar, schubkaplawaaimaker, draadjesrundvleesuitelkaartrekproces.

8. do you get confused with other nationalities? if so, which ones and by whom? Honestly most people get it right pretty quickly. A street vendor in a small town in Ecuador once identified me as Dutch just by my accent in Spanish.

9. which of your neighbouring countries would you like to visit most/know best? Not sure if I should be admitting this on Tumblr but I like France. Technically we share a border in the Caribbean because of colonialism, and the only two other countries we border are Germany and Belgium, both of which I'm pretty indifferent about.

10. most enjoyable swear word in your native language? "Kut" for as an every-day go-to. But for more ceremonial use, "Poep. Kut. Slettendrol." (source I know it's barely even funny but it just gets to me.)

11. favourite native writer/poet? Paul Biegel.

12. what do you think about English translations of your favourite native prose/poem? Never engaged with it tbh. Why wouldn't you read books in their original language if you're able to?

13. does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions or traditions that might seem strange to outsiders? I mean we definitely have one tradition that stands out, "strange to outsiders" might be a bit of an understatement... but we're not close enough to December 5th for me to invoke its name. Let us enjoy the quiet, for now.

14. do you enjoy your country’s cinema and/or TV? Not very much at all actually. Not saying it's all bad but I wasn't raised on it and I don't care for it much.

15. a saying, joke, or hermetic meme that only people from your country will get? I've been wracking my mind trying to think of anything to say, but frankly... ik heb daar geen concrete herinnering aan.

16. which stereotype about your country you hate the most and which one you somewhat agree with? I mean it's not great the number of people that instantly think "legal prostitution" when my country is mentioned. There's definitely truth to the whole "honest to the point of rudeness" thing though.

17. are you interested in your country’s history? In theory.

18. do you speak with a dialect of your native language? Pretty sure I speak pretty generic ABN.

19. do you like your country’s flag and/or emblem? what about the national anthem? Flag, coat of arms, anthem... all of them are fine but a bit nondescript IMO.

20. which sport is The Sport in your country? Football (as in soccer). Don't ask me things about football.

21. if you could send two things from your country into space, what would they be? A stroopwafel and a bitterbal next question.

22. what makes you proud about your country? what makes you ashamed? Proud: high quality of life, fairly well-organised, fairly politically progressive, some very good contributions to science and art. Ashamed: very much got rich off colonialism, and even now not nearly as progressive and fair as we'd like to think.

23. which alcoholic beverage is the favoured one in your country? Beer is definitely number one, but I think most people like mixing it up.

24. what other nation is joked about most often in your country? Belgium. Sure it's not personal.

25. would you like to come from another place, be born in another country? Nah I consider myself quite lucky really.

26. does your nationality get portrayed in Hollywood/American media? what do you think about the portrayal? Occasionally, yeah. Sometimes they get it right, sometimes they get it really wrong (looking at you B99 S8).

27. favourite national celebrity? Well, the only part of present-day Dutch culture I really engage with is cabaret (not in its English meaning of nightclub entertainment, but in its Dutch meaning: a sort of intermediate between standup comedy and variety theatre). So I'd say maybe Brigitte Kaandorp, Alex Klaassen or Herman Finkers.

28. does your country have a lot of lakes, mountains, rivers? do you have favourites? A few lakes but I think a lot of them aren't natural? No mountains, famously. Plenty of rivers, most of the country is basically a gentrified river delta. I don't really have any favourites though, they're just there.

29. does your region/city have a beef with another place in your country? Not particularly I think?

30. do you have people of different nationalities in your family? Through some convoluted step-situations I kinda have family (but not blood relatives) in Canada, Australia and New Zealand, but I hardly know them. Also my aunt and uncle might still be living in Oman but honestly I'm not sure?

#yournowheregirl #cham--p #anonymous

[cynical-gamer-media]

You know I've been on Annette/Lysithea as of late so let me hear your awesome headcanons on the two most powerful nerds!

Coming right up friend! I hope this quenches your Lynette needs!

Annette bumped into Lysithea by tripping and hitting her chin atop Lysithea’s scalp (Lysithea is the shortest student).

Even though Lysithea was ranting at Annette to watch where she was going Annetta stared starstruck.

This is the Lysithea, magical prodigy, talking to her of all people.

It quickly dawned on Lysithea that Annette is not listening, and Annette just awkwardly extends a hand and is all ‘hi I’m Annette!’.

Annette babbles on about how she loves magic, how its her passion, how she’d love to teach it one day, and if Lysithea can teach her.

Lysithea was overwhelmed but she agreed to, just to keep Annette quiet.

They study magic together and Lysithea is impressed with Annette’s knowledge and boundless determination, even when she screws up.

It’s really admirable... 

Much to the twos surprise they become friends.

They loves sweets and whenever it’s Sweet Tooth Week they gorge on mountains of it.

They may have eaten too much one week and were so energetic that they nearly blew up the Dining Hall.

Lysithea can be a grump so Annette does everything she can to cheer her up and make her laugh. Only Annette can make Lysithea giggle.

Somehow whenever Annette trips Lysithea tends to be there to help her up.

Some person insulted Annette for her freckles (let her have freckles) and Lysithea just nonchalantly said that the person is wrong because Annette looks beautiful with freckles.

Lysithea really seems to enjoy being around Annette, as Claude tends to joke about.

Sometimes Lysithea grows sick due to her twin Crests and Annette always takes the time to take care of her.

The two have fallen asleep numerous times at the library with their heads plonked on books next to each other.

Lysithea absolutely does not dance, yet she couldn’t say no when Annette brought her on the dance floor at the Ball.

Lysithea has lent books to Annette for the sole purpose of having Annette come by to visit her as she loves seeing her smiles.

When Annette realised she’s in love with the magical prodigy she squeals into a pillow for sometime.

When Lysithea realises she’s in love she scolded herself all day-she won’t live long so she can’t afford to fall in love!

Post-timeskip the two, if on friendly sides, chat with one another so often because they don’t want to lose each other.

Lysithea did blurt out that Annette has become so beautiful when she reunited with her.

Even with Lysithea growing sicklier and sicklier Annette stays by her side.

They confessed their feelings out of nowhere... it just happened with Annette confessing first!

Their first kiss is sloppy as they don’t know how to kiss but it makes them giggle and puts smiles on their faces.

Lysithea opens up about her past to Annette and how it would be best if she fell in love with someone else.

But Annette sticks with her till the end. 

Lots of hold handing and hugs. They cuddle a lot and enjoy each others warmth. 

After the war the two become teachers at the School of Sorcery where they try and find ways to cure Lysithea.

No matter the hardships they stood by each other and decided to marry. Lysithea was a blushing mess with the Golden Deer rooting for her during the wedding.

#Fire Emblem #Fire Emblem: Three Houses #FE16 #FE3H #Lynette #Lysithea #Annette #Ask #Text #My Text #Headcanons #My Headcanons

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A Christmas Kiss

Summary: In which Peter, Ned, and You had a Christmas Eve sleepover.

Pairing: Bestfriend to Lovers!Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Mild angst, mild swearing, mentions of suicide and fluff?

Prompts: 

Christmas Prompt no. 7: “We’re seriously not going to be the people who dress up in ugly sweaters and go caroling, are we?”

Dialogue Prompt no. 5: “Do I even want to know what's going on here?”

Word Count: 2,700+

A/N: Hiii! This is my first fic ever with an MCU character and I’m so glad that it’s for @fratboievans‘ and @wayfaring----stranger‘s Christmas/Birthday writing challenge. I just wanna wish the both of you happy birthdayyy! May your year stay great as they can be.

This is also my first ever fanficc! And gahh I’m so glad to be able to share this with y’all. Lemme know what you think. Have a great day! Much love xx

“Why do bad things always happen to me?” You sighed looking down as you ask Peter. The both of you sitting next to each other in a park you both found during your walk through the neighborhood.

You are having a very sucky year. First, you failed a lot of your subjects due to the teacher's favoritism. You know you are doing well in school but due to favorites they are always beating you up, and using their charm to confound the teachers, that kinda thing. Second, your phone broke down. Your phone had a lot of things you wanted to treasure; pictures of you with your friends, and pictures of you visiting your family members in the Philippines. Especially, the stories you made. Writing stories is and always will be your thing. You just love to open and enhance the possibilities of a story. Like when you saw a girl with her father spending time together, your mind just starts to wonder about the stories you could make with the two of them. Third, you lost your older brother. He was your only sibling and his suicide was something that left you dumbfounded. He was doing well, you never saw it coming. He was so happy the day before, and you just don’t know why he was so broken the next that he did it.

“Why?” Peter asked, of course he knew what happened but he thought that you’re doing better, that you’re recovering from the traumas.

“My heart feels so heavy right now. I thought I could handle it, but damn it I couldn’t,” You started tearing up and Peter pulled you closer to his chest so that you are leaning into him.

“Shh. Shh. Y/N it’s alright, it’s alright,” Peter said as he tried to calm you down. You are now sobbing into his chest because you just couldn’t hold it any longer.

“I’m sorry, it’s all been so hard for me. My parents are now being distant because of his death. They keep going to work and whenever I need them most they aren't answering their phones,” It’s true. Your parents are now distant, Peter remembered that your parents are always a call away. They would answer their phones anytime, and they would show up to your writing competitions and recognition days. But now, they are rarely around, it’s just Peter and Ned attending your competition and going to your recognition.

“Hey, they are just dealing with the pain. However, they are doing it their way. And you’re doing your own way of coping, of getting used to,”

“Yeah, you’re right,” You said as you wipe your eyes getting rid of the tears.

“Yeah, I’m always right,” Peter said, his lips forming a small smile. You burst out laughing even though your cheeks are tear-stained, and your eyes glossy from sobbing.

“Don’t be so full of yourself, Parker,” You said as you stared into his eyes, smiling softly because of his efforts to make you crack a smile.

“I know it’s the 24th and it’s snowing but why don’t you and Ned come over and let’s have a movie night?” Peter suggested. “It’s just that I realized we need it, after all that has happened to us this year. I think we deserve it.”

“Yeah, great idea. Maybe we could just sleep there,” You agreed, as you started to open the flip phone your parents lent you as a temporary phone as you are still saving up to pay for a new phone as your phone cannot be fixed. It was a lesson to make you save up for a new phone instead of your parents buying it. You texted your mom to let her know that you are sleeping over at Peter’s tonight and she agrees saying that you have to be back by 8am tomorrow.

                                          ***

You and Peter are now at your house as you needed to get some things for the sleepover. You packed overnight clothes and got changed to a more comfy wear. You also grabbed the gifts you have for Peter, Ned, and Aunt May.

“You ready?” Peter asks as he sees you holding a bag with all the things you packed. You nodded and he grabbed your bag to carry it on the way to his home.

“Peter, why aren’t you patrolling today?” You asked him, as the both of you are walking towards his apartment knowing full well that by this time of day he’s patrolling the neighborhood for any crimes happening.

“Because it’s Christmas Eve and I want to enjoy it as much as I possibly can. I’ll just patrol at dawn,” He answered putting his arms around you.

                                            ***

“What movie are we going to watch?” Ned asks as he enters the apartment.

“I don’t know, what can we watch?” You passed the question to Peter.

“Maybe we can watch Atlantis?” He suggested. Atlantis: The Lost Empire is one of you and their favorite movie, aside from Star Wars of course.

“Sure, I’ll get the snacks ready,” You said as you went inside the kitchen to get some sodas and chips.

“I’ll help you,” Aunt May said coming from her bedroom. “God knows I needed a break,” The three of you didn’t know what Aunt May was doing and she seems really into it these past few weeks. Every time you are over at Peter’s these past few weeks, you would just hear Aunt May cursing in her room saying that she got bit by an ant.

“Sure,” You nodded and started getting to work.

“How are you, sweetheart?” Aunt May asked, her being a second mother to you ever since you and Peter became friends.

“I’m alright,” You said, smiling to her.

“How are your parents?” She asked, she and your parents are close, because you and Peter have been friends ever since Middle grade.

“They’re alright. They are just suffocating themselves into work every day,” You said

“Oh, honey” May cooed, “It’s alright. They’re just distracting themselves to deal with what has happened. It was hard, I know. I also know that it’s harder to need them in times like these. That’s why you should always know that Peter and I are always here for you.”

“Thank you, Aunt May” You said smiling genuinely to her.

“Now, let’s give these snacks to those monsters,” She said grabbing some chips from the cabinet as you grabbed sodas from the fridge.

“Snack up, boys! We better start the movie,” You said as you entered the room.

“Shhh.” The boys shushed you as they are in a heated rock, paper, and scissors battle. Ned did rock, and Peter picked paper so naturally, Peter won.

“WHAT!” Ned yelled in disbelief as he watched his best friend dance around the room.

“Why did you guys have a rock, paper, and scissors battle?” You asked them putting down the sodas while Aunt May put down the chips.

"We were bored and too lazy to get up from this position, so when I heard your footsteps we did rock, paper, and scissors and yeah," Ned said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Okay? I'll just be the one who plays the movie," You said, not believing Ned's answer.

"Wait. I'll do it!" Peter said standing up so fast that he almost fell but luckily he regained his balance.

"If you say so," You sat down and Peter played the movie. After Peter pressed play, he sat down next to you, and put his arms around you while stealing Ned's chips.

You and Peter are just friends, really. You're not in a relationship with each other. It's a common misconception about the two of you.

                                    ***

After the movie since it's 12am and the three of you couldn't wait to open the gifts. All of you decided to open the gifts, of course Aunt May went along with it and brought her gifts out for all of you to open

"Okay, first up to distribute gifts is Ned," Peter announced as Ned is looking like an overexcited child. Ned stood up from his position and went around and gave gifts to everyone. He gave Aunt May a 'You are here' mug from Starbucks. He gave Peter an Avengers Logo Set, and he gave you a book you have always wanted, but never bought.

"Thank you, Ned!" You gushed as you hugged the book while you see Peter stand up and distribute his gifts to everyone. Peter gave Ned some supplies for being his guy in a chair, he gave Aunt May a handwritten letter and a ring while he gave you a necklace that has a rose pendant on it.

It is now your turn and you got Ned a storm trooper helmet, and a Spider-Man shirt. You got Aunt May a book you know she'll enjoy reading in her spare time and a necklace with her name in cursive, then you gave Peter a Spider necklace; wherein the spider opens up and reveals a picture of the two of you.

"Thank you, Y/N," Peter said, smiling so sweetly to you that it made you feel butterflies errupt through your whole entire being.

And now, it's Aunt May's turn to distribute the gifts. "I know I've been busy these past few weeks, and it was because I was making these for all of you,"

She gave all of you two different knitted jumpers. One with designs that symbolizes each of you. Like how Peter got a spider on his, Ned got a storm trooper helmet on his, and you got a rose. And another that just looks ridiculous but she thought it's cute.

The three of you tried the ugly sweater one and all of you in the room bursts out laughing.

"See! Told you it would be cute," Aunt May said between her laughs. “Oh, and it lights up!” She reached over Peter’s side and pushed something that made the reindeer design on his light up. Ned reached over his left side and pushed something making his Christmas hat design light up. You pushed yours and the Christmas tree design on yours light up.

“Maybe we could go caroling wearing this sweater?” You suggested between laughs as Peter and Ned’s cheeks are tinted a dark shade of red, as theirs not only lights up but plays a hideous Christmas song. “Aunt May, I don’t know how you’ve done it but these are great,” You laughed harder.

“Y/N, stop,” Peter whined trying to turn off his sweater but to no avail, he cannot reach the button on his side since Aunt May put it farther than the rest of you.

“Okay, okay,” You calmed yourself down, but Aunt May couldn’t stop laughing.

“We’re seriously not going to be the people who dress up in ugly sweaters and go caroling, are we?” Peter asks looking terrified of the thought.

“We could be those people,” You said teasingly, your lips turning into a smirk.

“Yeah, it would be fun,” Aunt May backed you up, and Ned’s and Peter’s eyes widen.

“No, no, no,” They kept repeating as they remove the sweater.

“Why did you buys remove it?” Aunt May asked when she calmed down.

“Uhh, heh,” Ned stammers as he tried to come up with an explanation.

“We just don’t want to go caroling, and for the love of God, we cannot sing,” Peter whined as he is pretty terrified of singing in front of a lot of people because of what happened in middle grade talent show. You convinced him to sing and dance with you, and he agreed. So yeah, the rest is history. “Now, can we please watch a movie?”

Aunt May laughed and said, “You boys, yeah you can. I’ll sleep. Goodnight, Love you all! See you later!”

“Goodnight, Aunt May,” The three of you said in unison.

All of you watched a movie, and during the movie all of you got cold and wore the sweaters. Ned fell asleep during the movie.

“We should draw on his face,” You suggested.

“Yeah, we should,” Peter agreed.

The both of you got up and went inside Peter’s room to look for washable markers. While you are in his room, you saw his web shooters in his table. You grabbed one and wore it in your wrist.

“Pew, pew,” You said pretending to shoot Peter. Peter turned around from his closet and saw that you are pointing at him while pretending to shoot a web at him.

“No, Y/N. its thwip,” Peter said grabbing the other one and placing it on his wrist demonstrating it to you.

“No, it’s pew pew,” You said, unbeknownst to you, you accidentally pushed the button making webs come out and hit Peter.

That started a web shooting battle, Peter hit you with his then the both of you ran around the room, shooting each other. Because of Peter’s ability to crawl on the walls, he had an advantage and he decided to use it against you. He was behind you and he started to crawl up the wall so he’s now above you. Then, he sprayed the web shooter in your head, which made you turn and look up.

“Peter, that’s not fair,” You said, your lips turning into a pout.

“Awh,” He said.

You stared at his eyes, noticing it dart down your lips and back into your eyes. It made you feel like in a winter wonderland special wherein he’s the prince, and you’re the girl he fell in love with. It made you feel awkward, that it caused you to look down and fiddle with the ends of your sweater. Peter’s small smile turned into a frown as he reached down, and lifted your chin to meet his gaze.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered so soft that it made you feel so special. You didn’t answer instead, your eyes darted around the room looking at everything instead of him in front of you. He then held your face in between his hands to make you look at him. You meet his eyes and saw that loving gaze dancing around inside. Then you started to lift yourself higher, and he started to lean down. He captured his lips into yours and your lips fit together like puzzle pieces. It made you feel like you’re in the clouds, with your eyes close free of pain and worry.

Due to breathlessness, the both of you pulled away and Peter went down from the ceiling.

“I like you, Y/N, I like you so much that I think I’m falling in love with you,” Peter said. He said so fast that you can notice that he’s panicking.

“I think, I’m falling in love with you too,” You whispered. He then caressed your cheeks, and pulled you in. The both of you leaning in and in and in.

“Do I even want to know what's going on here?” Ned asked stopping the both of you from leaning in. The both of you looked towards his sleepy state and started laughing. Laughing so hard that the both of you toppled over and fell.

Ned looked confused by your actions, and retreated back to his position when he fell asleep. The both of you sobered up and went back into the living room where Ned is back, fast asleep. The both of you laughed quietly and sat beside each other in the sofa.

"How long until these webs come off?" You asked Peter as it is already making you itchy.

"Just a few minutes more, the formula I used there is not yet stable," Peter explained.

"Okay," You believe him.

"Hey, you got the Christmas kiss you've always wanted," Peter said out of the blue while you were falling asleep beside him.

"Yeah, I guess I did," You said, smiling to yourself the satisfaction growing inside of you. The both of you fell asleep next to each other.

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