#sappho just makes everything better

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COWBOYS LIKE YOU

SYNOPSIS: you should stop letting her through that door

PAIRING: cowboy!abby x reader

WARNINGS: a touch of homophobia

A/N: this isnt great, and makes me sad, but i like it!! trying to be a little less dialogue focused

“do you have to go?” your voice is soft as abby lets the question linger in the air. “i hate it when you leave. its lonely.”

her fingers slide carefully up and down your arm and she sighs. “im sorry angel.” abby wraps her arms around you and pulls tight, trying to get you as close as possible. “you know it ain’t safe for us out there though.”

you knew she was right, seen first hand just what people think about sappho and her friends. felt the rage and anger that came when two women who just loved each other.

these nights with her were nice. the sun still going down and the heat with it. crickets started their song and birds finishing theirs. you had pulled the sheets up halfway when it cooled, the sweat on yalls skin disappearing with the breeze.

abbys nails were kept short always, but theyd begin to grow out and were gently scratching at your skin. her hair had finally grown out again and you twisted it around your fingers.

when you’d found her that night, you had to bring her back. clean up her hair, her wounds, her clothes. you couldnt leave a sweet thing like her out in the cold to die. or the boy that was with her. you never did see him again, but it meant more time just you and her.

“i can stay one more day. but then i ought to get back on.” she pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. “you get some rest now, let me make us somethin’ warm and good for dinner.” you whine as she untangles herself from you, but only laughs before leaving the room.

you don’t remember when you nodded off, but you do remember waking up to something smelling good. she stumbled in with a tray full of plates and cups. she smiled when she saw you sit up.

“well good mornin’ sunshine.” you rolled your eyes as abby settled in beside you. “now, no more of that attitude, not when i made you somethin’ nice.”

you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “now i know good and well that you, abby anderson, are not talking.” she returned the eye roll, albeit not very well. “now what is on my menu tonight mrs anderson?”

abby always left without warning, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. but you always managed to make a move on from her, prepared with the fact that she may never be back for you.

you tended to the farm, your cows. made breakfast and dinner each and every day, sweet tea and lemonade for the hot afternoons. you did afternoon tea in the ladies parlor on saturdays and church on sundays. you kept on the way you always did, never missing a beat.

until a fateful cool evening when someone came knocking on your screen, scaring you half to death as you stirred beside the stove. you sighed as you made your way to the door, wiping your hands on the apron you had on.

you nearly tripped over your own feet seeing abby at your door. took everything in you not to rush and pull her in.

she was different than when you last saw her. new clothes, hair in a loose braid, cuts and blood all over. but you didn’t yet even open the door, she had much to say first.

“before i even start, know how sorry i am. know i didnt mean for it to be this long.” she winced as she leaned on her other leg. “i wanted to come, truly i did, but ive been running all over hell’s half acre. i had business.”

you huffed, pulling the door open and taking her with you to the kitchen. “im so sorry angel, please talk to me.” you sat her down on a stool before heading back to your dinner. “what do i need to do to make it all better?”

she quieted down when you didnt respond, watching you cook. she always loved watching you do household things. made her feel right at home again.

she smiled when you sat her bowl down infront of her, stopping and staring with a frown. she wanted to tell you how pretty you were but held off, you scared her quiet a bit. her hands moved to your hips but you slapped them away and grabbed the wet rag she hadnt noticed.

“eat your damn food.” she slowly spooned the meal into her mouth as you wiped at the old cuts on her face. she winced and pulled away but you pulled back. “stop movin’ when im tryna fix you up.” she nodded as softly as possible.

when you finished, you took the rag and half finished plate with you, pulling the fork from abbys mouth. “go wash up, you will not be dirty in my house.” she nodded, though you weren’t looking, and left to the bathroom.

the plate sat on the counter as you heard her harsh steps up your stairs. you held your head in your hands and took a shaky breath.

you didnt expect her to come back. figured it was final this time. and you certainly didnt expect her at your door like that. you had to pull it together though, couldnt let her see you like this.

you washed up and wiped the kitched till it was spotless before heading upstairs to abby. she was still sitting tending to her wounds when you found her. “you’re doing it wrong.” she dropped what she was doing and slouched. “let me.”

you were gentle with your touch, knowing it was always what she needed. she lived such a hard life that sometimes she needed a gentle touch, some loving. “what in the god damn world did you get yourself into this time?” abby sniffed and you looked up for the first time.

“i hate going out there. i dont wanna anymore.” you hushed her, pulled her close. “can i stay?”

“you can do whatever you want.” you kissed her face, running your fingers through her hair. “im here no matter what you decide.” she nodded and squeezed your hand. “now let me fix up these stitches. you have no idea what your doing. bless your heart.” she laughed softly and you copied. “seriously though, sit still for me.”

“im sorry i always leave.”

it was a quiet night. crickets too tired to so much as hum, and the cow sleeping to forget the chill of the dark. the house had a chill but you and abby huddled to ignore it. it was peaceful. you missed this peace.

you hummed in response, leaning on her chest to see her face. “so don’t.” but she said nothing. did nothing. “abby…”

she shook her head. “im sorry.”

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson tlou #abby the last of us #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x you #abby anderson angst #abby anderson

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Anon may not be flirting but I am tf, my partner and I are tryna kiss you Angel 😏 consensually ofc

nah im jp (or am i~) but this leads me into my ask

reader in a throuple with ran and sevika

i read 'throuple with ran and sev' and i passed out and died and was resurrected by sappho herself to make this happen

men and minors dni

okay but imagine you walk into the last drop and ran and sev have been dating for a bit and they see you and come up to you and ran's like 'hey, me and my gf saw you from across the bar and we really dig your vibe' lasjdf;laksjdf;lkj i'd pass out

you and ran would constantly be playing practical jokes on sevika. one of you distracting her with kisses while the other ties her shoelaces together, or both of you answering to each other's names when she calls.

you and sevika would tease ran sexually all. the. time. they're a little feral. so you and sevika kissing in front of them, or groping each other, or even just fondling each other, it drives ran fucking crazy.

sevika and ran would tease you non fucking stop. about everything. the way you chew, if you mispronounce words, sometimes even the way you breathe. you just roll your eyes and bite back the smile threatening to pull up your lips at the sound of your lovers' laughs.

(of course, if anyone else tries to poke fun at you in the same way, they better be prepared for Two Death Glares from your gf and partner-- and then maybe actual death ajsal;sdjlk)

hng, sevika making you and ran make out in bed while she watches?

and you guys get so into it you kinda forget sev's even there until she rips you guys apart and pins one of you to the bed to fuck you, making the other ride their face??

fuckkkkk... getting spitroasted by the two of them

they'd be so into making a mess of you. a lot of times, sex is just sevika and ran competing to see who can make you moan louder.

sevika walking between the two of you, one of her hands in each of your back pockets, a smirk on her lips

you and ran getting into mischief together, then running to your Scary Girlfriend to protect you when someone calls you out on it.

of course, sevika intimidates the fuck outta whoever you pissed off, but then once they leave she just rolls her eyes and glares at the two of you giggling.

constant bickering between sevika and ran because they're both so strong-headed and stubborn. not actual arguments, just little spats and petty disagreements that you have to settle.(you usually settle it by just flashing the two of them. it shuts them both up pretty quickly)

ran and sev bonding over their mech arms and you feel left out :( asking them to chop one of your limbs off so you can fit in and they just laugh at you

having to have a california king sized bed to comfortably fit the three of you (and sevika's giant ass)

ran does all the finances in the house. sevika does the cooking, you do the chores.

but small things like dishes and laundry-- that's on a rotating schedule. (ran always tries to get out of their chores. bribing you and sev with head or money or snacks. sevika will catch you doing laundry on ran's day and snort, 'they got to you, huh?' she asks. you nod. 'i don't think they've done laundry in two weeks now.' she says, shaking her head with a fond smile.)

you and ran make sevika laugh more, you guys make her a whole lot happier. you and sevika bring out ran's wild side, they feel safe enough around the two of you to be completely wild and feral. and, of course, ran and sevika let you be as unapologeticly yourself, not worried about anyone's reaction when you've got two of the strongest mfs in zaun by your side.

god i have a million thoughts about this.

also! be sure to check out @abitohoney's submit! the newest part is a ran/sev/reader threesome. it's so fucking good and hot holy fuck.

taglist!

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#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika #ran arcane

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Allegiance - Chapter 2

It was nice to finally have someone who was on her side, someone who would always put her first.

A Young Hotchniss story with a twist.

Chapter 2 of 3

Chapter 1

-x-

Hi friends,

This is part 2 of my fic for @sapphoe-sun.

Thank you all so much for the love on chapter 1, writing something like this, where the timeline builds differently, is always a little nerve wracking so your comments and reblogs mean the world!!

Please let me know what you think <3

-x-

Warnings: Pregnancy, mommy issues, complicated mother/daughter relationship

Words: 4.7k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

It feels like she’s underwater. 

Everything around her is muffled, her senses dulled as she tries, and fails, to get back on course. Her short conversation with her mother had turned her world on its axis, everything shifting in a way she hadn’t been prepared for. 

She gets through the rest of the working day, avoiding her husband and his many attempts to make sure she’s okay as the day goes on. She knows he means well, that the look that had flashed through his eyes the moment she burst into the team meeting late was nothing more than loving concern, but she can’t talk about it at work. She can’t open that box she’d locked all those years ago, the lid knocked aside by her mother’s visit, by the card with her contact details buried deep in Emily’s purse. 

As soon as she gets home she pushes the feelings aside, intent on spending a normal evening with her children, to allow the comfort they always brought her wash over her. Soothing the wounds her mother had reopened, the edges torn and fresh after being sewn together for so many years. 

She can feel Aaron watching her, his concern increasing as she fakes a smile for their children, lingering even closer than usual. Rosie and Oliver don’t see through the facade, too young to see the desperate edge to their mother’s smile. Ivy sticks even closer to her than Aaron. The pre-teen was always helpful, although it rarely came without a side dish of sass like it did this evening. 

Despite his comments that morning, a moment that felt like it was a lifetime ago, Aaron takes Oliver upstairs for his bath and then puts him to bed. He does the same with Rosie, the little girl demanding her father’s presence, since he apparently was better at braiding her hair, and it means Emily is downstairs with Ivy. 

She has to convince her daughter that she can clean up from dinner by herself, smiling softly as the girl who would usually turn her nose up at doing the dishes seems insistent on helping. Eventually Ivy relents, her dark eyes swimming with worry for her mother, and she heads to the living room, the TV show she’d put on echoing throughout the downstairs of their home. 

Emily cleans the kitchen, grateful for the distraction, taking her time to make sure everything is just right. As she puts the leftovers in the fridge, her eyes land on an old photo of her and Aaron that was hanging from a magnetic clip. It was one of three lined up next to each other, every one of them taken when she was pregnant with each of their children, something Aaron had done because he initially thought it was sweet, but kept up because Ivy claimed it was embarrassing when her friends were over. 

What gets Emily’s attention is the first photo in the line-up. Her focus is on just how young she looks, on her palm resting on the bump that safely held the baby that ended up being Ivy. It makes her stomach twist and her eyes burn as it inevitably makes her think of her mother as thinking of her first pregnancy often did. 

It had been 12 and a half years since she’d last seen her, since Elizabeth had walked out of the apartment Emily had shared with Aaron at the time and never looked back, as she once again chose something else over her daughter. Something Emily hadn’t been able to wrap her mind around at the time and she hadn’t even met her kid yet. 

It made her angrier as the years went on. As her love for Ivy and then Roise and Oliver got stronger every day. She’d do anything for her children, she’d always be on their side, and it made her even sadder that her own mother had never been able to do the same for her, all the while making her determined that her kids would never feel like they came in second place. 

When her mother had walked away, both fulfilling Emily’s request at the time and breaking her heart in the same moment, Emily made the choice to not tell her that she was pregnant. A conscious effort to start protecting her baby from the life she no longer wanted to be a part of from that moment on. When she and Aaron moved into their house, the same place they still lived now, she didn’t forward the address to Elizabeth. She never called her, and a part of her had always hoped her mother would be the one to reach out, aware that if any damage to their relationship was going to be repaired it was up to Elizabeth to break the silence, to bring them back together, stitching their pieces back into place with apologies and patience as Emily rebuilt her already shaky trust. 

But years passed, then more than a decade, and now the sudden reappearance of her mother had unsettled her, and she was left feeling as if she’d have been better off it she’d never come back. 

Emily runs her finger over the photo, and she lets out a steady breath, her vision going blurry as her eyes well with tears. 

“Mom, I’m going to head up to bed-”

She sniffs and wipes away her tears, plastering a smile on her face as she looks at Emily, “Ok, do you need anything?” 

There’s a beat of silence, Ivy’s eyes searching her face before she steps towards Emily, “Mom, what’s wrong?” 

Her smile tightens and she crosses her arms over her chest, physically holding herself together, “Nothing, honey. I’m fine.”

Ivy creases her brow, looking exactly like Aaron as she does so, and she steps even further forward, “You’re lying-”

“Ivy. Can you please just leave it?” She snaps and she immediately feels awful. She sighs as she looks up at her eldest, only feeling worse at the hurt shining in her wide eyes, and Emily covers her mouth for a moment, capturing a sad sigh before it can escape, “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry that was uncalled for. I’ve had a hard day and I shouldn’t have taken out on you,” she smiles at Ivy, “You were just trying to be kind.” 

Ivy nods, still looking unsure as she looks Emily up and down, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, “Can I help?”

“Oh, Ivy, you already do,” she says, tugging Ivy into a hug she gratefully returns, her hands tight in the back of Emily’s shirt, “You help just by being you.” 

Ivy nods against her and pulls back just enough to look at her, “Was your boss mean? Is that why it was a hard day?” she asks, smiling wryly, a wicked spark in her eyes. It was a running joke between them, Emily would make a comment that her boss had been hard on her that day, and Aaron would simply roll his eyes and shake his head at his wife, “Because I can ask him a question about sex whilst we have breakfast tomorrow and his head would explode.” 

Emily laughs, a genuine thing that bursts free from her at her daughter's comment. Ivy’s smile blooms across her face, telling Emily that was the exact reaction she’d been hoping for, and she hugs her even tighter. 

“As much as I would love to see that, sweet girl,” she says, tucking Ivy’s hair behind her ear, once again feeling nostalgic for when she was tiny, “Your dad didn’t do anything wrong, I promise,” she smiles softly, “If anything I was a bad employee today.” 

“Things always look clearer in the morning, Mom,” she says, repeating the words Emily had said to her only a few weeks ago when she was upset that she’d fallen out with her friend.

Emily nods and kisses Ivy’s forehead, “You’re right,” she says, “Now go to bed, lights off in-”

“20 minutes, I know,” Ivy replies, hugging her once more before she pulls away, “Love you, Momma.” 

She can’t help the tears that burn in her eyes again at the sound of the name she hadn’t heard in a few years from her eldest, and she’s grateful that her daughter is already walking away, that she can’t see them escape and slip onto her cheeks. 

“Love you too, Ivy. So much.” 

___

She sighs as she takes books from the shelf and places them into the box next to her, rolling her eyes at her, currently absent, boyfriend as she thinks of his instructions for her to not do any heavy lifting whilst he is gone. On some level, she’s sure it should annoy her more that he’s being so protective, that he’s following her doctor's instructions to the letter, but she likes it. She loves how much he loves her, how much he loves their kid long before they were even born. 

She’s sure as her pregnancy goes along she’ll get more irritated at him, but for now, she’s content to let him have his way. Even if it meant her usefulness for their move was regulated to simply packing away books and VHS tapes. 

She’s interrupted from pulling another book from the shelf by a knock at the door. She blows out a breath as she checks her watch. 

If her mother was one thing, she was punctual. 

Emily’s stomach swoops as she stands up straight, forcing her to lean against the bookshelf for a moment, her other hand low on her belly. 

“If you don’t make me throw up before I tell her about you, you can have whatever toys you want,” she says quietly before she stands up straight and heads towards the door. She grasps the door handle tightly and gives herself a moment before she opens it, forcing a smile on her face as her mother comes into view, “Mother, hi,” she says standing back to let her in, “you’ll have to excuse the mess, we’re in the middle of packing. Aaron had to go to work but he should be back soon.” 

Elizabeth furrows her brow as she turns to look at her, “Packing for what?” she asks, seemingly ignoring the rest of what Emily had said. 

Emily sighs, clenching her teeth for a moment to stop herself from biting so soon after her mother had come over. 

“We’re moving, remember?” She says, closing the door, “We told you weeks ago. We bought a house.” 

It was a decision they’d made before they found out they were having a baby, a fortuitous choice that meant they’d already started looking and put in an offer before Emily realised why she’d been tired for weeks. They wanted more space and no more noisy neighbours that they always seemed to have in any apartment building they’d ever lived in. 

At first, she’d pictured the house as their fortress. Somewhere they could both go after a long, hard day at work and feel safe. Somewhere they could be themselves, free from the expectations that everyone except each other seemed to have. Now, it would be her child’s home.

Something she had never had herself when growing up. 

“You both bought it?” Elizabeth asks as she sits down on the couch, her implication clear. Emily sighs as she walks the short distance to the kitchen and gets out a wine glass to pour her mother some, not needing to ask what she wants to drink. 

“We used money from my trust fund,” she says, getting the reaction that she knows it will, and she has a sick sense of satisfaction as she watches her mother try to school her features, her eyes briefly flashing with indignation. She walks over and hands Elizabeth the wine before she sits on the other end of the couch, “It makes sense, it means we were able to get somewhere nicer.” 

“Is his name on the deed?” 

“Yes.” 

Elizabeth sighs, “Emily-”

“It’s my money, Mother. It was put in that fund for me to access after I turned 21 and this is what I am choosing to do with part of it,” she sighs, blowing out a steady breath as she tries to stop herself from getting angrier, “And I’ve been with Aaron for four years, when are you going to stop implying he’s in this for my money.” 

There is a long moment of silence, a protracted stand-off between the two of them before Elizabeth sips her wine and raises her eyebrow at her daughter. 

“Are you not having any?” 

Emily looks at the glass of wine in her mother’s hand, and she has to stop herself from placing her hand on her stomach, not wanting to give anything away until she is ready. “No, not today.” 

If Elizabeth thinks that is strange, she doesn’t say anything. Instead, she sips her wine again before she looks Emily up and down carefully, “You left early last night,” she says, “Without saying goodbye.”

Emily swallows thickly, pushing down nausea that tries to climb up her throat at the memory of the night before, at the way she’d felt nothing short of dirty after Robert had tried to hit on her. 

“Sorry about that,” she says, proud of herself for her voice staying even, “I didn’t feel very well so Aaron brought me home.” 

Elizabeth hums as if she doesn’t believe her, “So it had nothing to do with Robert Collins?”

She knows she doesn’t recover her reaction this time, her eyes going wide as her mother says the last thing she’d expected to hear. “What?”

“Robert told me about your…misunderstanding,” Elizabeth says, clearing her throat, “He seems to think you and Aaron may have misconstrued his intentions as he was trying to catch up with you.”

Emily scoffs, her fury burning in her chest as she shakes her head. That bastard.

“You mean when he was hitting on me? There was nothing to misunderstand about that.”

Elizabeth sighs and places her glass down on the coffee table, “Emily, he’s an old friend-”

“He crowded me against a wall. He put squeezed my hip, I know exactly what he was intending,” she says, standing up and crossing her arms over her chest, anger starting to thrum in her veins in a way that made it impossible to stay still, forcing her to pace slightly, “He was hitting on me, Mom,” she says, repeating her initial rebuttal, hating the desperation she can hear in her voice.

“Emily, Robert has always been tactile,” Elizabeth says, shaking her head at her, “I think it was a little dramatic to leave because of it.” 

Emily stares at her mother, and her anger immediately fades. Dampened out by the sadness that takes its place, making her shoulders sag in a way she knows is visible. 

“You don’t believe me.” The words hang heavily in the air between them, and Elizabeth’s silence is the only answer Emily needs. She sighs and shakes her head, looking up at the ceiling to stop herself from crying, intent on not letting the tears to escape in front of her mother. “I need you to go.”

“Emily-”

“I meant it when I said I don’t feel well,” she says, purposely not disclosing why, any thoughts of sharing her happy news with her mother long gone, “So I need you to go,” she says, wringing her hands in front of her, watching her mother as she stands up, “And…I think it’s best if we don’t speak for a while.”

She’s saying it before she knows she’s going to, the words flowing free. She knows she would never have said it if she wasn’t pregnant, if it wasn’t just her she had to defend, but she wants to protect her kid from this. From the life she’d always hated and never wanted. 

From the woman who should love her enough to always stand by her side, no matter what. 

Elizabeth shakes her head, “Emily you’re being-”

“I never ask anything of you,” she says, cutting her off, “Never. So please, just do this for me.”

There’s another silent stand-off, a moment of silence that is infinitely faster than the last, and Elizabeth nods before sighing and picking up her bag before walking past her daughter. She makes it to the door before she turns around.

“Emily?”

There’s a flash of hope, a spark of something that makes her feel foolish in her belly, “Yes?” 

She watches as her mother considers her options, never able to hide things from her daughter as well as she thinks she can, and Emily sees the moment that she loses. When she comes second once again. 

“Good luck with the move.”

Elizabeth is gone and out of the apartment, and seemingly Emily’s life, before she can respond. 

___

Aaron has been worried about his wife for hours. Concern simmering on a boil low in his belly ever since she’d burst into their meeting late. She was flustered, a word he’d never used to describe his wife, and there was something he couldn’t quite place, a shadow of something he hadn’t seen in years, flashing in her eyes whenever they met his. 

She avoids him throughout the day, purposely making sure they are never alone at work, and he knows it’s so she’s buying time to process whatever has upset her by herself. He’s loved long enough, and he liked to think well enough, to know she needed this, so he waits her out. He offers to put Oliver to bed, joking and laughing with his son as he washes finger paint from under his clothes, whilst also wondering how he’d got it there. And then he puts Rosie to bed, the little girl chatty in a way that neither he nor Emily could figure out where she had got it from. Eventually, she’d fallen asleep against him and he’d lowered her into bed, kissing his little girl’s forehead before he sneaks out of the room. 

He makes a point of giving his wife space, of going to his home office and doing some paperwork he’d neglected recently. He hears Emily head upstairs eventually before their shower turns on, the familiar clink of it as the pipes warm up letting him know what she was doing. Once he’s done with his paperwork, his concern for his wife finally wins out and he goes upstairs, walking quietly past his children’s bedrooms. 

He smiles as she pushes the master bedroom door open and finds Emily lying down with Rosie snuggled up against her, her face hidden in her mother’s neck. He frowns slightly in confusion as he closes the door behind them, unsure how he hadn’t heard his youngest daughter sneak out of her bedroom and into theirs, something she’d done ever since she was big enough to escape her crib. 

“She ok?” he asks, approaching the bed and leaning down to kiss his wife’s forehead. Emily nods and smiles.

“She had a bad dream,” Emily whispers, “I didn’t have it in me to take her back to her room.” 

He smiles as he pulls back to look at her, well aware that what he is witnessing is just as much for Emily as it is for Rosie. She’d been the same with all of the kids, always willing to let them sleep in with them if they wanted to, correcting something from her own childhood as she remembered how she’d always be sent back to her own room and told she was a ‘big girl,’ even when she had to stand on her tiptoes to reach the door handle. 

He had no issue with it either, well aware that in the years to come they’d both miss when their kids needed them less and less, and he knew the kids loved it too. Even Ivy wasn’t above sneaking in occasionally in the middle of the night, seeking comfort from her mother when she was either sick or sad. 

It was something he wished he could go back and tell Emily when she was pregnant with Ivy and doubting her ability as a mother. He wishes he could tell her that she would end up being the centre of all of their children’s worlds as well as his, the thing that held their family together. 

“I’ll just get ready for bed,” he says, kissing his wife’s forehead again before he heads for the bathroom. He makes quick work of his nighttime routine, wanting nothing more than to snuggle up in bed with his wife and their daughter. 

He’s barely settled next to her when she turns to look at him, her lips pressed together and her eyes shining. She tightens her hold on Rosie, one of her hands skating up and down the little girl’s back, and she clears her throat. 

“My…” she pauses and chuckles humourlessly, feeling as if just saying it out loud made it more real, “My mother came to my office today.” 

Whatever he had been expecting her to say, it hadn’t been that. It takes him a moment to react, familiar anger at his mother-in-law burning in his veins. 

“She what?” 

“Yeah,” she chokes out, her throat closing up as she fails to push down the emotions she’s been keeping in her chest all day, “She just…showed up. After all of these years, like it hasn’t been 12 fucking years,” she wipes a stray tear from her cheek, “I managed to get rid of her because  I was running late for that meeting, but she gave me her card. Wants me to call her. How can she turn up after all of this time?” 

He wishes he had an answer for her, that he could make this better, but he can’t. Instead, he shifts closer, pulling her and Rosie into his arms, and he kisses the top of Emily’s head. He has plenty of things he wants to say, plenty of things he would love to call Elizabeth and say to her himself, but he knows it isn’t the time. 

“Do you want to see her?” he asks, well aware that is what she would have been thinking about all day, wanting to come to a decision before she spoke to him. 

“I think I need to know what she wants,” she says, tilting her head to look up at him, “But I don’t want her to come here. Or to meet the kids,” she adds, turning her head to kiss Rosie’s forehead.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he says, stamping a kiss to her lips when she turns back to him. 

“You’ll come with me, right?” she asks, an edge of uncertainty to her voice he hadn’t heard in over a decade, and he immediately nods. 

“Of course,” he replies, kissing her again, “I’ll always be right by your side.” 

___

She manages to hold herself together, to force herself to keep packing until Aaron gets home, going through the motions as if her life hadn’t just changed. She’s never been more relieved to hear the scrape of his key in the door lock, but she tenses as she realises she will have to tell him what happened, reliving something she hadn’t even fully processed yet. 

Aaron walks into the living room and sucks air between his teeth as he sees his girlfriend alone, “Sorry I left you alone with your mother, I tried to get away.” 

“It’s ok,” she says, turning to look at him, her smile tight in a way that makes concern bubble in his belly, “She didn’t stay long. And I didn’t tell her,” she says, continuing to take books from the shelf and placing them into the box in front of her, purposely not looking at him because she knows it would be her final straw, the last pull at the single thread holding her together. 

“You didn’t tell her what, sweetheart?” he asks, even though he’s sure he already knows the answer. He walks towards her but leaves a gap between them, well aware that she is on edge. He could see it in the tightness of her shoulders, the tension in her jaw. A sharp edge to her that only her mother could bring out of her. 

“I didn’t tell her about the baby,” she says, swallowing thickly, holding onto the book in her hand so tight that the spine of it creases, “She…” she sighs and chokes on a laugh, “Robert told her his side of what happened last night, and he believed him. Even after I told her my point of view.” 

He sighs, closing his eyes and clenching his fists at his sides, allowing himself a moment to bathe in the anger, to let it take over, before he lets it go just as quickly, well aware that she didn’t need him to be angry. 

She needed him to love her. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he says, finally closing the gap between them. He takes the book out of her hands places it in the box in front of her and turns her into his arms. She immediately succumbs to his embrace, her arms tight around his back as she buries her face in his chest. He kisses the top of her head and holds her back just as tightly, wishing more than anything that he could take this pain away from her, “I’m so sorry.”

“I can’t do it anymore, Aaron. I can’t keep trying,” she says, her words slightly muffled by his shirt until she pulls back to look at him, tears shining in her eyes down her cheeks, “Especially with the baby coming. I won’t put my kid through it.” 

He cups her cheek and wipes a tear away from it, smiling sadly as she leans into the touch, seeking him out even though they were pressed so closely together, “What do you mean sweetheart?”

“I told her not to contact me for a while,” she says, her lip trembling, “She didn’t even remember we were moving. She doesn’t have the address. I didn’t tell her…” she drifts off, one of her hands leaving his back to press into her still flat stomach, “I don’t want to expose our kid to any of that. None of it. So, I think it’s best if we don’t see her anymore. Not until she can see what she’s done. What she’s always done.” 

Aaron sighs, they’d been walking towards this for a while, he knew that. The path steady and consistent as Elizabeth continually let her daughter down. Whatever Emily wanted to do, he’d support her in it. He’d stand by her and love her, even if somewhere down the road she decided she wanted to fix things with her mother. 

“Why don’t we go to bed,” he says, wiping tears from her cheeks again before leaning forward and kissing her forehead, “We can figure it all out tomorrow. Things are-”

“Always clearer in the morning,” she says, smiling as she finishes off what he was going to say. A mantra of sorts that had started back when they were freshly dating and trying to make long-distance work after a summer where they’d barely spent a day apart. 

“Exactly,” he says, leaning forward and stamping his lips against hers, holding her face in place as he pulls back, “You’re going to be an amazing mom, Em,” he says, holding her impossibly tighter as he presses a kiss to the top of her head. She pulls back to look at him, tears shining in her eyes. 

“You think so?” she asks, a shake to her voice and her smile and makes him want to go round to see Elizabeth and tell her exactly what he thinks, but he shakes it off, knowing that Emily didn’t need him to do that.

“I know so,” he replies, stamping a kiss against her lips, “I love you.” 

She smiles up at him, “I love you too.” 

She had him. The family they were building, and that would be enough. 

-x-

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LAY ME DOWN. chapter thirteen excerpt. unedited. featuring: a spiraling pallas accidentally (and then very purposefully) listening in on judge and calliope as the two take a private moment to discuss their newly-formed plans. arguing and relationship conflict. death mention. eavesdropping with malicious intent.

[Transcript under the cut]

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“…not gonna be us.” The murmur drifts up, spoken with a firm certainty. Pallas, feeling distinctly gargoylelike, slides down until they can crouch by the arm the statue has cocked against its hip. Closer to the conspirators. All the better to hear you with.

“You don’t know that,” Calliope says, petulant and pouting as a child denied desert.

“I do. Come on, what is there to lose by losing us? I don’t know if you’ve noticed but we’re not exactly the most loyal knights in the kingdom. We just need this to work.” Judges voice is rawhided and definitive, as if the plan has already been carried out and the inevitable outcome insured. From here Pallas is startled to see that her hair is unbraided, so long now it falls well past the bottom of her back, lying against her shoulders like a raven-coloured cloak.

Calliope snorts, ever impetuous. “And you trust Fiver to know what he’s doing?”

“Of course I don’t, but he’s right that we’ve been hitting dead ends for years now. This might be wild enough to actually work.”

“And if it doesn’t?” Pallas wonders if anyone else notices how still Calliope goes when Judge touches them. With anyone else it would be too subtle to catch, but Calliope is so overwrought in everything he does that the quiet always overtakes her like a possession, not a natural state of being. Wet wool slung over a fire, honey-glaze smothering a cut of meat. It spreads from the point of contact (in this case Judges hands moving to rest on her hips) and swallows the rest of his body in wavering silence, eyes darting to the scars gored across one side of Judges face. Unless it’s a fight Calliope never initiates touch. If it’s a fight she always hits first.

“Then we find something else.”

“I mean if it never works, Judge,” Calliope huffs exasperatedly. “If it turns out the puzzle can’t be solved. What then?”

Trouble in paradise. It brings Pallas a gross sense of satisfaction to watch them fight, to see Calliope clumsily jab her fingers into every sore spot imaginable without even trying. Watching the spectacle he makes of himself almost makes them feel better about Agnes. Almost.

Judge laughs, and it’s not a kind sound. “You’re just saying that ‘cause you’re pissed and want to fight something. I won’t humour it. Besides, that’s not possible.”

“Why!” Pallas wonders whether the nights have been rough recently. Calliope is in a proper state, one that can only come from the wear of a particularly vile transformation.

“I don’t know Cal. Because if you open a door to get in a place you have to be able to open a door to get out of it? Because nothing else makes sense? Because I have a life, okay? I have a family, and I need to get back to them.”

“You don’t know that you do though! It’s been years! It’s the apocalypse! They could’ve left. They could be dead.”

Immediately after the words leave her mouth Pallas can see regret flood into Calliopes face. They watch with a sick, bubbling joy as her mouth opens and closes several times, obviously searching for something to say and finding nothing. Silence stretches and congeals between the two of them, a physical thing. Pallas almost feels like they could reach out and touch it, if they wanted to. The naked pain in Calliopes eyes is unmistakable even from a distance. If the words struck Judge like a physical blow her pain is reflected back onto Calliope tenfold, and Pallas watches the corners of his mouth work in a panic. They bite the inside of their cheek.

Three, two…

“I’m sorry,” Calliope blurts. Totally pathetic, but for some reason that doesn’t help Pallas feel any better. In fact how they can still predict these people is making things increasingly worse. They were supposed to be past this as well. Judge and Calliope are nothing to them now, relics of something long dead. At least they should be.

“I’m sorry,” Calliope repeats again. She drops to her knees in front of Judge, gathering her hands in theirs. Pallas suppresses the urge to vomit. “I'm sorry. That was a shit thing to say.”

Judges voice is so small and strained it’s barely audible. “…was.”

“I didn’t mean it. I didn’t.” The alien stillness shrouding Calliope is gone, instead replaced with a wild and tender desperation, every expression and movement raw as a new wound. There is nothing subtle about any of it and Pallas is safely smug that this lack of control is something they’ve been able to overcome that he never will. That is what separates the wheat from the chaff after all.

“I know Cal,” Judge sighs, not unbitterly. She detangles her non-scarred hand to comb it through Calliope's hair, and that aching stillness washes over them again. It’s the trembling quiet of a bull in a china shop, the silence of someone scared to move lest they break everything around them. Calliope lays her head down in Judges lap. Pallas has to lean closer, arms straining, to catch his next words.

“Please don't hate me forever,” she says miserably. “If you hate me forever I’ll die.”

“I do not. Hate you. Forever,” Judge sighs. “I’m just upset. There’s a difference.”

#*pallas voice* physical touch? romance? two things i have an extremely complicated relationship with and strong repulsion to! #i know exactly who i’m gonna spy on! #and then they get their ass absolutely fucking handed to them after being caught spying #not a lot of stuff calliope does is justified but i stand with her on that #if i was having an EXTREMELY loaded conversation with my sort-of-girlfriend-slash-externalized-moral-compass- #slash-person-i-swore-infinite-loyalty-to-out-of-bonedeep-nauseating-guilt #and then realized that my archenemy had been watching the whole thing and definitely judging #i to would try to rip them apart with my werewolf teeth. #wip: ghost story #creme does a writing #romance tw #god i need a judge and calliope tag

[definesanity]

Of Nights of Love & The Hunt's Moon

Aphrodite was no fool.

Oh, it is easy to think she is; her glassy eyes reflect nothing, her body revealed to the world, and her way of carrying herself.

The deities of Olympus knows better. Even Dionysus knows better.

Her eyes are glassy as to not reflect her true feelings. Mortals oft say the eyes are the gateway to the soul, so she seals her soul away.

Her lack of clothing, bar her hair and the hearts they curl into, are comforting to her. Cloth makes her feel... strange.

Her personality cannot be helped; that is just the way she is.

And yet, as the moon floated loftly above the Heavens, Aphrodite found herself gazing towards someone she never expected.

Dearest little Artemis.

Oh, the chaste little Goddess's status as a virgin was of no ill will' Aphrodite is the Goddess of Love, and so that extended to many types.

It had started many a years ago, when she made one of her huntresses fall in love with a man, and it caused her to become an animal (a bear, if she recalls) and be banished by Artemis. Of course, Aphrodite was instantly regretful, an odd emotion, and made it so the man vanished, and that the girl's virginity returned; now, of course, she has the ability to transform into a bear at will, but that's another tale, and not her's to tell.

So, it was on a moon-filled night that Aphrodite appeared next to Artemis, and narrowly avoided an arrow. Without the Prince of The Underworld here, things are laid bare.

"Dear Artemis, why so quick with your shot?" Aphrodite asked, glassy eyes gazing into the cold eyes of the Goddess of the Moon. "I would have thought I would be welcomed."

Artemis looked at Aphrodite, her expression even. "Well, you'll have to forgive me, for I do not recall ever inviting you."

"Oho, an invitation is required? My apologies, I would have given you one of my finest letters."

Artemis sighed, her hands still holding her bow. "Just... sigh. What do you want, Aphrodite?"

Aphrodite vanished, before appearing on Artemis' other side. "I come for a few reasons, some more important than the last: Firstly, I wanted to see the forest again. The bed chambers are delightful, mind, but the forest has that primal feel to it, hm?"

"...If that's your way of saying you like the forest then... yeah?" Artemis had never actually held a conversation with Aphrodite for long, and this makes it strange to have, given how... normal it was. "I mean, no offense, but I never took you as someone who enjoys... a forest."

Aphrodite gave a small, delicate laugh. "Dear Artemis, I may be the Goddess of All Things Sexual, but I am also of Love; Love comes in many different forms; one of an animal, a parent, a partner, a child--"

"--I know what love is, Aphrodite--"

"Oh, but Dearest Artemis, you do not: You wish not for the hand of a man, and I shan't fault you for it; some, like Sappho, preferred the... fairer sex, shall we say."

"That's not--" Aphrodite's words suddenly clicked inside of Artemis' head. "Wait, what did you just call me?"

"Hmm? I called you Artemis, did I not?"

"With the prefix of 'Dearest'. What do you want from me, Aphrodite?"

Aphrodite let out a sigh, and looked at the forest, a wistful expression on her face. "Dearest Artemis, I confess: I have long since grown wary of the touch of a man; they are brash, rude, and believe themselves the rulers of everyone and everything. The ones I met, anyways... which is why I am here: To see things from a new perspective."

Artemis narrowed her eyes. "Need I remind you that--?"

"Your oath has nothing to do with this; I confess that, for some time, my eyes had landed on you. I have noticed things that I have never noticed before; the small cuts on the back of your neck, the small smirk of confidence when you hunt... you are, though you may not see it, desirable, Dearest Artemis. And believe me, there are many a ways to show it than just pelvis upon pelvis."

Artemis looked at Aphrodite, opening and closing her mouth. Then, she vanished suddenly into the wind, leaving only an arrowhead in her wake.

Aphrodite leaned down and picked up, before humming to herself, glassy eyes downcast. "Perhaps I was too forward..."

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[cringelordofchaos]

You asked Berry this so I am asking YOU out of spite for not asking ME

YOUR SONIC HEADCANONS??

IFHASHFKAJHVKAHDKC

uhmm ill be my own attorney in the court; in my defense, your honour, i saw berry reblog a post specifically about sonic sexuality headcanons and berry shared their hcs in the tags but also put in the tags abt how their 'headcanons may change'. and i wanted to see if their headcanons changed so i asked them

ANYWAY

uhh these r all pretty much identity + nd hcs so sorry if u were lookin for more

(edit:wait actually im gonna sort this into two parts:: queer + nd headcanons and then like. backstory and personality hcs)

SONIC: adhd, used to hc him as bi ace but fuck it hes romance repulsed oriented aroace, also me likes the idea of him being genderqueer in some way, moreso specifically either transmasc nonbiney or transmasc trigender. also adhd (side note i heard someone sayhe couldnt possibly have adhd cuz "he can focus on missions" and. wjhat.) also maybe ptsd from thecountless traumatic experiences hess had to endure

AMY: sappho. i have also adhd'ed her in the past but im not so sure npw. i also saw someone hc her as bipolar and thas valid

TAILS: i know he can definitely represent as an autistic stereotypce but look at him :(( (but i genuinely think his backstory is sort of a metaphor for the nd experience. and also i think theres a lot of things that may make him autistic codedthough albeit many of them r stereotypical). special interest in engineering

KNUCKLES: bisexual as ffffff, though he doesnt give a shi abt labels

and ofc STTICKS:: demirose lesbiian. . also female but she rlly doesnt care abt gender. also autistci mayhaps

now for the more interesting hcs:

SONIC: something traumatic happened to him that made him scared of water in the first place, thas for sure methinks. he also just doesnt really show his negative emotions and he moreso just tries to 'dealw it' instead. i have headcanoned this for years as many others have and it appears to be somewhat canon in frontiers which is pretty great. he plays the electric guitar and is a pretty skilled singer and yeah. chilli dawgs r his comfort food....... loves rock electric and heavy metal and sometimes listens to it on his runs. pretty comfortable w being independent . also this is not a headcanon but i dont think his idw iteration is that out of character. he sees pretty much everyone (rivals and frenemiesalike) as friendos

AMY: has some form of abandonment issues which is what makes her as clingy as she is. generally used to feel left out and misunderstood from sonic n others in games like adventure and adventure2 but their relationshipsget better. listen. listen i heard someone on tumblr hc amy having abandonment issues and it hasnt left my miind since. she used to feel embarrassed by herself and her personality but became much more expressive of herself as time went on bc she starrted feeling more accepted. DEFINITELY writes fanfiction and fancomics and draws fanart and likes theatre(this is canoon actually). has meetings w the girlsTM where she just reads their fortune n everything. she also said in one game that she aspires to BE LIKE sonic and i have hcs abt that as well. can b mischievious and sneaky. has a tarot card reading BUSINESS this girl earns money for this !! shes very magiical girl bc she can pull her hammer out there, tell the future, turn invisible, has a 'sonic snese' but this is not a headcanon this is canon. plays the violin. loves to create fun outfits. into knitting and crocheting. . yeah i have more

TAILS: he can get pretty insecure of himself at times, heholds high expactations of himself and feels like if he doesnt meet them he might as well be a failure. ooopslol. he also hates when ppl misinterperets who he is as a person and when they undermine how skilled he is. he sometimes doesnt really let others know how he feels and hides it w a positive attitude. his gizmo is his comfort item. sonic was his first friend. the reason why he acted cocky in lost world and constantly pointed out how they shouldnt trust eggman (although it was super ooc) is bc of how insecure he was and he felt like sonic didnt trust himenough. and he feels bad abt it. hm. he also likes to draw sometimes and is generally skilled and precise, partly bc he has to draw blueprints for his creeations. one of them orphans. wags his tails/unintentionally starts flying when hes excited (stimming woag). hes not really SCARED of thunderstorms but they ARE a sensory nightmare for hiim (loud, bright/0). sonic sort of 'taught him how to make friends'. he still has cosmo in the form of a plant inside his house. he has many bunkers/ Sometimes he has a hard time accepting help (inherited from his older brotherlol). his tails are an nd allegoryOK ILL SHUT UP NOW

KNUCLES: icoud rambllea lot about him whenever im in the mood especially when i seeppl misinterperet him but i dont really have much HEADcanons bc everything i say abt him is canon

STICKS: ok this is gonna sound wild and its definitely not original but. she has abandonment/truusst issues relatedto her former parents that have something to do w the government which is one of the reasons she became so hateful of th egovenrment. dont ask (actually do if you want to). generally feels free to be herself but there are times when she feels ashamed of her wild side ig you couldcall it. very creative.

the reason why theres not shadow even though hes one of the more popular ones is bc im just not obsessed w him at the moment sorry :(

I HAVE MORE but these are all FOR NOW

now YOU TELL ME YOUR SONIC HEADCANONS SO I DONT LOOK AS DELUSIONAL [[POINTS FINGER AT YOU]]

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Being Lizzie's lesbian lover ~ Lizzie Stark Headcanon

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Warning: Sexual content, mention of past sexual assault (18/21+). I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other.

You two meet when she is already married to Tommy for a significant amount of time

Unlike her, you are born into this life and so it comes natural to you. Like her, you are also married and in a rather traditional marriage, although traditional in the sense that you and your husband had had the much desired ‘heir’, the insuring ‘spare’ and a third child for good measure, during which he, as a gentleman had been true to you.

But when you informed him that you were done having children, you decided to move on, after all, you had never been in love in that way, but had decided to build your marriage on friendship, and the fact that everyone on both sides were incredibly happy about it so now you just added honesty to the mix. He was free to do what he liked with whom he liked and so were you.

Of course, your husband was a little concerned about unfortunate consequences on your part at first, but when you informed him that that was not something he ought to concern himself with, he had scoffed, smiled and only said “How very Greek of you”. From then on your marriage was built on honesty, friendship, companionship, devotion to your children and the kind of love that wrapped itself in and around two people, tying them together but didn’t extend to the bedroom. It was perfect. 

~

Together you navigated the social and political dance floor with ease, and in truth your marriage was better than most others that had started in infatuation, including the one of Mr and Mrs Shelby. 

Business brought your husbands together, and convenience to two of you. In truth, while admiring Lizzie’s beauty, you approached her because you pitied her. She was a fish out of water if ever you saw one and even though she was the elder, you decided to take her under your wing under the guise of playdates between your three and her two. It took her a long while for her to trust you and you find out the reason why when you make a visit to one of the charities she supported, one that helped women who had ‘fallen into hardships’, as your mother would say, although most others would use far less flowery terms. 

It is only then, after one of the women being helped recognised Lizzie from her old life, that she decides to tell you. You can’t lie, it is a shock, and you do need to have a rather strong cup of tea to calm your nerves but after a sleepless night of thinking everything through, you arrive with the children to the next playdate, finding an utterly shocked Lizzie, who had fully expected you to turn on her. When she tells you that even her husband weaponises her past in moments of rage, you want to strangle him, after all, there wouldn’t need to be sellers if there wouldn’t be buyers. It is that silent strength and resilience that attracts you to her, and the fact that she had refused to let her past make her into a hard and vengeful woman. It makes you admire and want to protect her even more. 

It is not too long later when she catches you with another lover at a weekend retreat when she wanted to return some gloves she had borrowed (having mixed up the proper attire). Now it was you who expected judgement, but instead you get a lot of questions, almost childlike, but not about the physicality of things, rather about the emotional side, and about genuine attraction to women and so you give her a stack of books, Poems by Sappho, Emily Dickinson, and even some works by Charlotte Brontë

Before long she is not content with just reading and wants to try it out for herself and she finds that female pleasure is a whole different thing when it is not demanded by a male customer. 

For that, you invite her on a holiday to a villa your father in law had bought you and your husband after the birth of your second child. You husband hated France and despised the French, so it was practically your own unless lent out to friends, like F. Scott Fitzgerald, Vita Sackville-West or Viginia Woolf. You spend a two week holiday there which is more than enough time to try out all sorts of things. And you two return at least twice a year. 

The first few weeks of your affair, you are the more guiding partner, but bit by bit Lizzie starts to gain confidence and enjoyment from taking the lead in your bedroom activities

She is incredibly good in bed and can make you melt with just a few touches, even if they seem benign and meaningless. She is also a very, very giving person, but she also derives a lot of pleasure from having control, something she has never had in any physical relationships before that. And you don’t mind giving her that, not when you know the amount of pleasure you will get from it and from knowing how much she likes it

Lizzie enjoys watching your every reaction and eye- contact, especially when you try (and more than often fail) to hold it. She loves knowing what kind of effect she has on you, both in private and in public. She will pull you aside during dinner parties, charity events and the like, just to make a point and leave you hanging. But she would always make sure it would be worth your while in the end. 

There would also be presents (with the money taken from Tommy’s account) day clothes but also expensive Parisian lingerie, sometimes with personalised lace that has her initials in it, but also jewellery, mainly necklaces, or a personalised bracelet which has a tiny lock so only she could take it off. There is also a kind of jewellery which can be worn under clothes, which you didn’t even know existed. It is often the last thing you will be wearing after some fancy event that ended with you and Lizzie in one bed. 

She would never hurt you, neither emotionally nor physically, even though some people do derive pleasure from pain - not in any way, but after a while in your relationship she does like to push your limits with sensory play and deprivation, restricted movement and overstimulation. While a bit of bondage and blindfolds are a go for you, they are hard nos for Lizzie. Situations in which she feels like she is feeling restricted in any way bring back too many bad memories. 

~

Lizzie is the absolute Queen of aftercare, like you never could have imagined, warm baths with scented oils, where she would get in with you, wash you, massage your tired limbs and take the time to wash your hair and comb it dry, even if you are dozing off during jt. She will make sure to keep you hydrated (on something other than the expensive champagne). 

That level of care had been unknown even to you, and so you try to return it in any way you can, with or without the connection to sex. Sometimes you will just talk, or you will read to her all night long. Sometimes she just needs a shoulder to cry on or someone to hold her who won’t put out demands or ask questions. 

The realisation that you love her is bittersweet- in a way, you are happy together, but you can’t really be together. Not in that way. 

Whenever things went bad with Tommy, she would come to you. You know she can’t leave him, not legally and not emotionally either, which makes you hate the man even more. Every pain he inflicted on her, every betrayal cuts twice as deep and unlike Lizzie, you refuse to forgive. She told you everything, about his affairs, about the way he treated her as his employee, and before that. You know about the nights he used her to sooth his grief, and about the day he used her as bait. You know, and the only reason for you not going through with that terrible, though thoroughly planned accident, is that Lizzie still cares for him, and that he is the father of her child. But in your eyes, she would make a far better widow than a wife. 

Your own husband knew of your liaison fairly early on, and he doesn’t mind as it fits perfectly in the framework of your arrangement (and because there would never be consequences in form of other children). He also rather likes Lizzie, as she is a very polite and apolitical person, unlike some of your former lovers who had been far more scandalous and out there than she was and he had his own ever changing affairs. He is not at all opposed to seeing her at the dinner table or in your bed (although by now he had probably forgotten where your bedroom even was) and didn’t mind Lizzie and her children joining you and your on holidays together. 

You don’t know exactly when Tommy finds out, but you do notice dark glares and glances coming from him, not that you would ever care what he thinks. He may be Lizzie’s husband, but you are her lover. You can’t get rid of him, but he can’t get rid of you either. She chose him once upon a time, but she chooses you time and time again. 

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[sapphic-courtship-for-dummies]

oh ladyship,, help pls

ive been bestfriends with this one girl for like- ever since 3rd grade and Im scared that on the day i tell her i like her its just going to ruin everything we've built for the last few years

oh god why did i take the childhood besties route

Hi anon, I'm sorry for the late response and I know you may not need my help anymore, but I've noticed many folks coming to me with the same issue so I hope this answer can still be of some help.

I've always believed that every romantic relationship could benefit from a solid foundation of friendship--in terms of healthy communication, mutual respect, and understanding. I think it's important to have these things to fall back on when the idealistic allure of infatuation fails. I know you were afraid of the wonderful thing you had potentially changing, because change is scary. I know you were probably afraid of rejection or damaging this friendship, this constant in your life--no one wants to spoil a good thing. But in my experience, when you have this solid foundation of friendship supporting you when push comes to shove, (to quote The Bones - with Hozier) the house don't fall when the bones are good.

Maybe it's just my habit for remaining on friendly terms with exes, but for me, romantic feelings coming into the mix have never spoiled a friendship. I think I've mentioned it but I'll reiterate that I've had two friends express romantic interest in me within the past year, and even though I didn't reciprocate, we're still good friends because we were able to openly communicate and handle the situation with maturity and grace. I guess what I'm trying to say is: if you have this solid basis of friendship, then you telling them the truth and sharing your feelings shouldn't ruin that. It's an incredibly brave and vulnerable act to do, and regardless of the outcome, I think it's much more likely to make your bond with this person stronger.

So, as always, I encourage you to be brave. Speak from your heart. And have some faith in your friend, their reaction will probably be better than you think. Even if it's not, you will still be okay. But you'll never know until you try.

I hope everything worked out, and I wish you all the best. <3

All my love,

Sappho 💞

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[evilasiangenius]

If you forget me, think of our gifts to Aphrodite...

Spoilers for the end of Season 2 of Good Omens.

"Crowley. You know as well as I do that I don't want to do this. And, and I know it's horrible and it looks like a bad decision but. I have to do this.

"No, listen, please. T-this is my only chance to talk to God and get Her to make things right. With everything, with everyone.

"It's all been so bad for so long, I can't just let things stand the way they are. With growing inequity in the world, with the war in Ukraine, in Syria, in Myanmar and Yemen and Amhara. And, and I'll tell Her all about the rising authoritarianism and fascism in Her name, with people in power stoking genocidal hatred against queer people and black and indigenous people of color all over the world. And global climate change, and all the wildfires and the flooding and the seas boiling and the ice-sheets and the permafrost melting…I'll tell Her about Covid, about Chytridiomycosis and colony collapse disorder, about everything!

"As the Supreme Archangel, I know She will take my messages. She'll listen to me – She must. I'll make Her listen. She'll finally know the truth of what's been going on, about all the suffering and poverty and injustice. The extinctions, the slavery, the people dying on the boats in the Mediterranean, on the American border, the coups in west and central Africa, the children homeless and starving even in the richest nations on Earth. And once She knows, She'll fix everything.

"She'll make it all better. I know She will.

"She is God, after all.

"Please, Crowley. I'm sorry I can't help these tears, but I know I am doing the right thing. You know that I've been trying for so long to speak to Her directly. Just…just please bear with me, please trust me. I know it looks bad but it will work, I swear. Just give me some time, I'll be back once I convince Her to fix everything. I promise.

“Crowley. This parting must be endured. Know that I go unwillingly.

"I will pray for you, love, and I shall always remember who I've left, shackled by love.”

[Aziraphale quotes/paraphrases Sappho in the last few lines. The title also comes from the same poem. The lavender text reads: "This parting must be endured. Know that I go unwillingly."]

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[coffeebeanbrit]

A love poem written by someone who's never been in love

Your eyes are like the sky,

deep and blue 

Your hair is like silk, 

Soft to the touch 

Ok, ok no, let’s try that again 

I adore you,

In all things you do 

The way you talk to me 

The way you look at me 

Wow that's specific, i’ll start again 

The two of us should get together 

You’re beautiful 

I’m less so 

But your perfect 

And this is making me want to vomit 

You’re smart, kind and funny 

I could spend hours listening to you 

You’re laughter warms my soul 

and you’re tears break my heart 

Make more things up about this made up person 

There are too many things i love about you 

I need you to hold me because you make everything better.

But in reality you don’t exist

I've never had a person to call mine 

In my head I make up scenarios 

How would I be as someone's person?

I imagine the highs and lows of a relationship 

But i don’t truly know if its accurate 

Well I've never been in love,

but I’m a poet, so I have to write these. 

From Sappho to Heaney everyone writes these,

It’s just got to be convincing enough to fool you. 

#poetry #original poem #reading #writing #female writers #love #romance

[blackacre13]

dear Logan, would you accept my prompt, please? It’s about how all of the prison memories, grief for her brother and everything else start to get to Debbie and she’s being unable to orgasm and she starts to feel insecure and not good enough for Lou because she doesn’t want to disappoint her anymore, but Lou catches on what’s happening and comforts her

Louise Miller was a saint. That much, Debbie knew to be true. And while Debbie didn’t think that many people who watered down vodka before they sold it at their club, or hell, had robbed the Met Gala, should be deemed a deity of some sort, Lou was certainly the exception. Not only did she put up with Debbie, and all the bullshit that came with her, she loved Debbie. Was in love with Debbie. Cherished her. Worshipped her. Celebrated her. Every chance she got.

Lou gave her praise and presents and home cooked meals and sexts and texts that could rival Sappho, but her favorite way to show Debbie she loved her, was obsessed with her, was physically. And it was a connection between them that only got better with age. From giggly, breathy hookups in the back of movie theaters and cars in their twenties, to messy, molten toy and kink-accompanied mischief in their thirties, and almost a renaissance of connection and trust and passion in their forties, Debbie had never felt so seen and known, nor felt more beautiful than she did now. Something she had never expected to feel in her fifties.

And Debbie loved a good orgasm. And Lou always kept them coming. She just didn’t quite know if she or Lou loved her spilling over the edge as she fell apart more.

But it wasn’t always about the orgasm. As good as it felt, as well as Lou knew her and her body, sometimes, it was about other things entirely. Just enjoying what felt good. Finding a rhythm. Exploring each other. Teasing. Or if Lou had it her way, edging and edging until Debbie was to the point of tears and ready to promise anything. Oftentimes, the blonde game in, but sometimes, with a smug smirk and a cool wink, she didn’t.

The thing was, usually it was on purpose. A tease. A punishment. A random Tuesday. But ever since prison, something was off. Even in prison, once she’d gotten news of Danny. Hell, even before that when Tammy had stopped by and mentioned that Lou was drinking again. Debbie was helpless. Hopeless. Surrounded by concrete and fences. Unable to help the people she loved or keep them afloat. It seemed impossible to enjoy anything, not the prison had much happiness to offer. But even an extra helping of mashed potatoes or her bunk is sneaking her a cigarette that reminded her of her younger days with Lou made her feel too guilty to smile. And when the darkness and the quiet gone, a certain blonde creeping through the depths of her mind, the scent of her cologne somehow suddenly on Debbie’s thin as paper pillow, she let her fingers wander and her thighs spread, but it always ended in tears or frustration or self-hatred. She’d told herself it was prison. And stress. And grief. And things would be better on the outside. Maybe it was because nothing was real and she was only keeping herself busy with dreams and fantasies, and nothing truly real.

Lou and Debbie fell back into each other’s arms and beds almost instantly. Kisses like they’d never been apart. Pinkies hooked in secret while the team was around. Forehead kisses from Lou that Debbie not so secretly loved. Neck kisses from Debbie that made Lou’s cheeks flush scarlet.

And Debbie was hungry for Lou. Desperate to touch her. To taste her. To feel her. But Lou wasn’t having it. She was intent on pleasing Debbie every which way, promising they had forever for Debbie to return the favor but intent on making up for lost time and lost love and savoring Debbie as much as she could.

But it had been weeks and then months of Lou’s gentle murmurs. “It’s okay, honey.” And Debbie assuring Lou, “It’s not you. You feel so good.”

She couldn’t hold onto the coil of pleasure. She couldn’t let go and release it. She was stuck at the apex, her stomach hurtling and her chest pounding and her head throbbing as the pleasure built and built and built and then vanished suddenly without a rhyme or reason. The guilt was seeping back in. The grief. The self-doubt. And worse, she didn’t want to drag Lou down with her. Didn’t want the blonde to feel like she was failing. Like she couldn’t make Debbie feel good. Because that wasn’t it at all. It was Debbie. And finally, finally, she snapped.

Sobbed. Heaved. Everything.

A confused and concerned Lou looking up from between Debbie’s thighs with gentle eyes, hands sliding up her legs until they clasped Debbie’s hands in her own, squeezing tight.

“I can feel you doubting and blaming yourself, Debs,” Lou whispered, tears welling in her own eyes.

“I think—Lou, I think I’m broken,” Debbie whispered, unable to face her as she looked down at the sheets, sniffling. “Something’s wrong with me.”

“Hey, hey,” Lou frowned, scooting up to sit beside her, hands still gripping hers tight. “You have been to hell and back, honey. This is just a little bump in the road. And it’ll be gone before you know it. You’re not broken.”

“This can’t be fun for you,” Debbie sighed.

“Fun?” Lou laughed sadly. “Debs, this breaks my heart. But it’s because I love you. Because you’re my person. You’re not broken. You’re rebuilding and you can’t do it alone. You have to share. Tell me how you feel. How to help. What you need. Let me in. Trust me.”

“I do,” the brunette breathed. “God, you know I do.”

“Just close your eyes. Don’t think about me or Danny or prison. Don’t think about to do lists. Just feel. Tell me what you feel.”

“Your—your breath.”

“What else?”

“My heartbeat.”

“Keep listening to your heart,” Lou instructed softly, kissing along Debbie’s belly. “Feel how it’s about to pick up speed when I—“

Debbie cut her off with a surprised gasp, laughing as she felt her heart flutter.

“And now,” Lou murmured, fingers trailing down Debbie’s thighs. “Butterflies in your stomach, right?”

“Don’t let go,” Debbie pled, gripping one of Lou’s hands as the blonde nodded.

“Never,” Lou promised, one hand gripping Debbie’s, the other cupping her breast as Debbie mewed, Lou’s tongue disappearing between her thighs. “Just let go,” Lou murmured, the vibrations echoing against Debbie’s walls. “Let me in.”

“Lou,” Debbie gasped, squeezing her hand. “Lou, I—fuuuck.”

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[lomappreciationblog]

Overall Review for the LOM Anime

Well, all episodes of the LOM Anime has been released! So after watching everything, here are my final thoughts. And if you want to see the whole show, here's a link to the playlist I watched!

For the spoiler-free part:

I do think this was a solid adaptation and well worth watching, as someone who loves the videogame and has replayed it more times than is probably healthy, hah.

I've gushed over it so many times, but the art is generally good and really brings the storybook vibes of the original game to life. Domina, Polpota Harbor and Geo look fantastic. There aren't a lot of flashy sequences, but in general everything looks good. One of the strongest points for the anime is the voice acting - all the VAs delivered and were fitting for their roles. I was initially a bit thrown off by how deep Elazul's voice is, but you get used to it and he ends up having some of my favorite lines, too! They bring new life to the dialogue I've seen so many times.

As an adaptation, it does change up a lot of things, so fair warning, but these changes were made for a smoother flow of episodes and for the most part it works. We even get a few glimpses into other quests, such as Summer Lovin', and they expanded a lot on a quest that otherwise had pretty minor involvement with the whole Jumi arc (Drowned Dreams).

Do I think you will understand this show if you haven't played the game? I think they do a fairly good job, but I feel that on the whole, this is a show that will be best appreciated by fans of the game.

Overall, I'd give this anime a 8/10. Some episodes are better than the others, which really is a detriment to enjoying the whole thing, and unfortunately, the worst episode for me was the last one. It's not so bad as to ruin the whole show, but the ending could have been much, much better in my opinion.

But there will be a director's cut released next year, so perhaps that will solve any lingering issues I had with the ending.

Now, for specific stuff with spoilers:

I really quite enjoyed the plot twist that Serafina is actually an antagonist and a loyal ally to Sandra at that. I wish I could say I saw it coming, but what I can say, I was also fooled by her sweet attitude that I failed to notice the very odd coincidence that she keeps showing up in Jumi incidents. But when the anime does reveal it directly, it really brings the previous episodes into question and makes you watch it in a different light. What a great plot twist and I am still so mad that it isn't given proper resolution in my opinion. Why would Serafina go back home with Shiloh in the end is still baffling to me, it would have made better sense for her to go look for Sandra.

Even the intro animation is a huge fake-out, making it seem like Serafina will be fighting alongside Elazul and Shiloh. Clever of them.

I do appreciate the anime fleshing out the other Jumi characters - it is nice to see more of Esmeralda, and Diana and Florina get to shine with their own moments too! Sadly, the two new Jumi, Sappho and Marina, Marina especially, are fairly minor characters and I feel like there was wasted potential there. I also wish Rubens was shown more, poor man just gets the worst of it.

The Lord of Jewels also gets it pretty bad. To be fair, even in the game he kind of comes out of nowhere and he's never properly explained, but he's very interesting - he's not outright evil, if anything, he's fairly sympathetic to the Jumi and while he does speak of them as beautiful gems, I do think he genuinely cared for them and wished them well. He's got a mournful, grand personality to him that you can get in the game. Interestingly, in the art book, the character designer Nao Ikeda says he's got an ugly appearance but he does have the heart of a gentleman, which I can really get from his design. Nao Ikeda's designs are amazing.

In the anime, though...he's just kind of...there.

In the game and even in the manga he asks for exactly a thousand cores and in both cases it works - in the game he takes his 1000 form, and in the manga he, well, explodes but they definitely did something with his character. In the anime...

I have no idea what happened to him. It looks like they did the manga route where he failed and he kind of...disappeared, but no one ever really comments on it after the screen whites out. It's so confusing and it's such a shame. I really wish they had a proper fight against his 1000 form, but for some reason they keep depowering Shiloh in actual fights. Poor guy.

I hate to be that person, but definitely don't watch the anime if you want well-animated fights. It doesn't have much and if there they sort of cheat it with how fast things are moving. More often than not Shiloh gets very beat up too, which I can excuse for most encounters, but there are some fights where I feel like they made him lose way too much. At least, like I mentioned, the visuals are generally good so I can forgive this.

I still think the very first episode is actually the best one, it just really captures the dreamy essence of the game. The adaptation of Drowned Dreams and Lucky Clover quests (Episodes 4: Sapphire and Episode 6: Emerald, respectively) are also fairly good. Episodes 10 and 11 are among my favorites, as well.

Really, the most rough episodes for me is the final episode and episode 8: Blackpearl, everything else was fairly good so those two kind of stick out with how the quality dipped in terms of visuals and writing. I'm afraid they rushed to complete this whole arc within 12 episodes and it shows sometimes.

Any other thoughts I have will be added to this post, but that's the points I can think of for my overall review!

#legend of mana #legend of mana anime #i am a fan of the game so I have my biases #so this still isn't as objective as it should be

[aylinsmoon]

For the top 5 ask game top 5 Bad Buddy Edits :)

Hi, thank you for your question, anon!!! 💕 Even if it was a super difficult choice!!! Also, I didn't know if you meant like my edits or the edits of other users ... I will go with other user edits because i have a lot of love for all your creative people in this fandom!!!💕💕💕

Alright, so I can't put these edits in order, I just love them all so much!!!

I will start with the 'already home, harry styles' edit by @sunsetandthemoon. I just really really love this! Let's start by saying that the photos look amazing! I am a very big fan of making everything but Pat and Pran blurry edit! Also, the lyrics fit so freaking well!!! It just fits so so so so well to the show but also to scenes chosen!! I think my favourite part was the three pictures in one edit 'is this really happening? This is really happening. Can this keep on happen ?" I just love everything about it! The way it just fits perfectly!! Also, the way the edit ends is really so good! I love the chosen photo here, especially with the words home!!!

Okay, the next one is a 'sappho' InkPaa edit by @lovepattranite. I just everything about this!!! The gifs are so sharp and the coloring is truly so pretty!!!! I adore the purple focus!!! Seriously, I could stare for hours at this gif set! It's so pretty!!! That aside: it fits sooooooo well!! The way Ink slowly comes into focus together with the words 'I can not weave' I LOVE IT!! It's soooo well done! Also, the 'longing' is so clearly to see in Paa's eyes! it's really so well done!! I just love this whole set so much! It's the kind of pretty set InkPaa deserves!

Alright so the edit, 'i don't think i ever saw this man draw a building' by @icouldhyperfixatehim is absolutely comedy gold!! I saw this month ago for the first time and I still think about it!! It's just so very accurate! The scene that was chosen just fit so perfectly and his face!!! I love Pran and this edit!!! After i made my friends bad buddy this was one of the first edits i showed them because I knew they would appreciate its accuracy and humor!

So, the next one is by @patprans and I really had a hard time choosing from all the amazing edits they made but I had to choose 'Thank you. For what? For trying to make a silly guy like me happy.' I just really love that trope and I didn't even realize while watching the show that they fulfill this trope!!! Now I always had to think about it when I see pat do something so silly and stupid!!! Pran loves Pat for all the stupid stuff he does and I adore this edit for showing me!! Also, I love the way they edit photos overall!! It's always so sharp and done so well! I am in awe every time!! I think my favorite part is Prans face during the 'Ah, regrettably' because it just fits perfectly!!!

So the last one to mention is Happy Birthday Pat Napat! by @nanons and it's just soo well done!!! It has such a happy aura and it fits pats character so well!!! The gif quality is seriously amazing!!! The colours are just stunning and i just love it!!! it's really pretty and the whole the text is used here just makes it even better!!!

Choosing just five was like super hard because i have so many favorite edits and honestly I always fall a little in love with every single edit that I see on my dashboard 🥺

#lovely asks #anon #to everyone i tagged in this post I hope you don't mind! if you don't want to be tagged just tell me and i will change it :) #top 5 ask game #ask game

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, January 18

Cordelia: It's me, Cordelia? I know you can't answer me, but... God, this is all my fault. You joined the swim team to impress me. You were so courageous. And you looked really hot in those Speedos. (chuckles) And I want you to know that I still care about you, no matter what you look like. And... and we can still date. Or, or not. I mean... I understand if you wanna see other fish. I'll do everything I can to make your quality of life better. Whether that means little bath toys or whatever.

~~Go Fish~~

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Who Said Love Is Fire? by Dynamite (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

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[Chaptered Fiction]

a place called home - Chapter 1 by lululooneytunes (Fred, T)

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[martianbugsbunny]

OUAT Thoughts Pt.68--Episodes 7-8

I have watched through S7E8; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.

—Just when I thought I couldn’t love Hook any more, he stayed in a tower alone to raise his daughter that he didn’t expect to have. He’s just the best!

—Regina’s cold-shoulder plaid shirt has got me reeling. And that wavy hair? She is absolutely heaven on earth.

—I think Alice needs one of those shirts with the Sappho quote on it about being unable to weave bc ✨pretty girl✨ She just kinda ran headlong into disaster lesbian territory.

—Hook’s poisoned heart (I guess I missed the fine print on that when they explained it a little while ago, because I was a bit confused) keeping him and Alice apart is incredibly sad. I’m having trouble remembering when his heart was supposed to have been cursed, but obviously it wasn’t for a while, because he had to be able to raise Alice.

—That thing where the lockets started glowing for Ella and Henry was awesome. Although…I still don’t like Ella very much? I think she’s the closest this show has come to girlboss *derogatory* territory, and I hate that kind of character. No thanks.

—That being said, she has shown a little bit of emotion in episode 8, so I choose to think she’ll get better. I would say she just needs to have her walls come down, but Emma didn’t girlboss all over the place when she first showed up, and she had like sixty-foot-high cement walls with barbed wire and bear traps, so that’s not an excuse.

—Gothel still doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me. And while she doesn’t really need to, and all I need her for story-wise is being a generic magic user, I’ve come to expect more from this show, so I’m guessing she’ll probably get some backstory later. At least something to explain why Regina’s wigging about her being free.

—I also don’t get why a plant is supposed to bring Anastasia back.

—I’d like to know what Rumple’s up to. If he’s going to be an ass to Regina *still affectionate* *not loving him has become an impossibility* then I’d like to have some confidence that he has a good reason.

—Because holy cow, my love for Regina has existed for several seasons, but today it hit me like a six-ton truck. I might have her name carved on my heart only below Rumple’s, when it comes to OUAT. She’s a great mix of incredibly storytelling, a redemption arc to die for (you just know I’m a sucker for one of those), amazing fashion sense, enchanting personality, and gorgeous looks. Wow.

—It was fun to see Hook in full pirate mode again. That red vest is the best.

—When Gothel was pretending to be Rapunzel, that dress was sooooo pretty.

—Hook setting up a weekly chess game with Alice is my new favorite. He has no clue, and he’s still reaching out to her.

—Squeeeeee White Knight!!😍

—Actually, the Wonderland references in episode 8 were excellent. The Walrus restaurant with the oysters? Well, first of all, it proved to me that oysters are beyond disgusting and that trying to swallow one would probably make me sick, but that was a delightful reference. Bonus points for being something that isn’t as obvious as the Cheshire Cat or the Queen of Hearts.

—Also, I cannot believe I finally got to see a tea party in Wonderland! Kind of a depressing, sad little tea party, but I’ll take what I can get.

—Alice’s Wonderland clothes were gorgeous. That red skirt is to die for.

—How old is she supposed to be? The timelines in this season are messing with my brain, and given how old this Hook was when we first met him I’m guessing she’s a young adult, but I can’t figure it out with logic and it bothers me. Based on her appearance, I’d say she’s in her early twenties, but I’ve never been that good at puzzling out people’s ages based on their looks.

—Regina and Henry having a roadtrip to San Fransisco is fun. Although I’m terrified that the person who hates her in San Fransisco is Zelena, because I know Zelena appears later in the season (nothing more, though) and after everything they’ve been through it would destroy me to see them not getting along again.

—But then again, there are probably still a lot of people who hate Regina, so maybe it’s not her. Besides, as far as I know Zelena wasn’t around to get cursed.

—It bothers me how much of this season takes place in a bar. They’re tryna get the Granny’s vibe back, but could they not have found any better eatery than a bar? The amount of drinking most of the characters have done in this season is bonkers compared to the other six seasons. Maybe Regina should’ve had a bakery or something.

—I am ashamed of myself for not getting the Star Wars reference. Smh.

—It amuses me that the song Henry was listening to in episode 8 was called “Bizarre Love Triangle” because I am getting some kinda vibes between him, Ella, and what’s-his-face collectively.

—I love the bracelet Rumple’s been wearing lately. It’s hard to see because he’s usually wearing a jacket, but it’s cute and I would love to get a clearer shot of it.

#once upon a time #ouat #Captain Hook #Alice #Alice jones #rumplestiltskin #regina mills #wonderland #tea party #Henry mills-swan #gothel #cinderella #martianbugsbunny reviews

[khaleesiofalicante]

"Sweet mother, I cannot weave / slender Aphrodite has overcome me / with longing for a girl." -Sappho

Look, I love the idea of Mavid for eternity, I reaaaally do. The way of getting that, however....

I AM LOVE ALL THE NICO AND MAX'S INTERACTIONS🥺🥺🥺💙

Nico: warlock math comes with a price. It is really dangerous, it can kill you or create a lot of damage around you. Some things are better unresolved

Also Nico: anyway, I'm gonna teach you this, it sure as hell won't go south😎

I feel Nico is teaching him warlock math bc he saw something in his future. I just know it!!!!

What the fuck is Max trying to do????

The cane was blue now. Because David’s ability to make things better seemed to have no end. My GOD they are both so in love it's embarrassing!! Jk, jk. I love them <33

Magnus is indeed very cool and we as a society don't recognize this enough!!!

“Good for you,” Max said. “And you know what? Growing up is kinda overrated.” feel this😔

“Keep the Chairman’s name out of your mouth,” bapak hissed. “He has been through enough.” My parents when I scold my dogs:

YESS!!! That's practically harassment!!! We should talk about this more!!! Thank you, Magnus 💙

He knows something and I don't like it.... This is suspicious....👀

I don't feel a hint of sympathy for Mallory, but omg Max is good at this tbh😂

Poor Simon😔 stay strong, soldier...

Lovehollow are here to save the day!!!!

“My girlfriend is here with me. I hope that’s okay.” There is something so sweet in Roman calling Gigi his girlfriend!! Idk what is it!! Maybe I'm just too single for this, but I am soft🥺🥺

The logo had a deep meaning hidden I feel it in my bones!!!

“Never,” she replied. “If you aren’t here, then I don’t want to be here either.”

“No Roman and Gigi?” he chuckled. “Shame indeed.”

Imagine a place without them!! I feel bad about the rest of them 😔

Roman just panicking internally is so funny for some reason 😂😂

Why are these people finding Hunter familiar???? I'm trying to connect some dots but I just can't and at this point I am anxiety 😭 and his eyes!!! They're a clue, RIGHT?!?!

She fought the urge to set the whole damn place on fire. No babe, don't resist it!! Burn the whole thing down!!!

Everytime I remember how smart Roman is, I cry jdhdudj

Finally!!! They found the seashell!! And it was obviously them🥰🥰

Roman took out his katana and Gigi took out her butterfly knives. “Come get it if you want.” they were so sexy for this tbh

I don't know wtf just happened...but ok I guess??

Ahhhh reading about Marcus and Mallory takes another year of my life😭😭

“I don’t even know him, Mallory. But even I could see that he loves David. You mean nothing to him!” Even he sees it!!!

He looked at her and smiled sadly. “Because if you try to take it, it will kill you." I see it as a win-win....

“You want me to mutilate myself to prove my love?” he asked. She nodded. NO THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!!!

“Love shouldn’t hurt, Mallory.”

Oh.

“What does it feel like then?” she asked him in a whisper.

“Love feels good,” Max told her.

THIS QUOTE>>>

WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING??? WHY DID HE GIVE HER THE RING??? 😭😭😭 That ring belongs to Mavid only!!!

Just talk to him, Lexi!!! Stop dragging this out for fucks sake!!😂

“Gross,” Lexi said. “Can’t we just punch them until they’re nice to people?” I support this plan 100%

I don't even know Achilles' girlfriend, but I am love them💙💙

Fuck nuggets. Why did she keep forgetting about this? omg I'm done with her jshsjdbdk

I really hadn't thought about it the way Achilles said, but he has a great point!! Like, we don't see it much, but the mundane alliance has definitely improved a LOT of lives

“It is. I wish we can just fast forward to the bit where Gigi figures everything out.” same😔

The punch Lexi gave her fixed something in me

Mallory rolled her eyes. “That little bitch has nothing on my brother.” That's it. I'm done with this bitch. Nobody insults Gigi and lives under my watch 🔪🔪🔪

Jace took a bullet for her daughter and now I will never recover from this😭😭

This made me think of "Don't worry little nephilim. Uncle Magnus is here"❤️

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS THAT??? HOW COULD SHE BLOCK HIS SPELL??? WHAT??

She hurt Jace and Magnus. I need Alec going feral, please! Just as a little treat🥰

Anyway, I just read this now bc yesterday I finished reading Crooked kingdom (I took a loot of time for that one and idk why!!! I loved it and it's definitely one of my fave books💙) and also watched Young Royals!! I also loved it!! And the ending jfc😭

Thoughts on the new season??

THE POETIC QUOTE OOF.

Omg Crooked Kingdom is the best?? I'm glad you enjoyed it!

The meds that are supposed to put me to sleep actually keep me awake (wtf is this nonsense??) so I binged Young Royals last night and of course I loved it! The angst in this season was immaculate.

Also I love Simon so much please he is a soft bean and needs to be protected 😭

ps - mallory didn't block Magnus' spell. Marcus activated the device and collapsed the ley lines in Cardiff. So, Magnus couldn't use his magic anymore :(

#lbaf