#they know making a picture book is my no.1 dream since forever!!!!

[fishbloc]

feel sooooo excited the dd storybook is almost here like theres actually a set deadline (in 2 weeks) and a week after that deadline ill get it shipped off for test prints and if the prototypes are good i can look into selling them. but the point is the storybook will be real!! my first self-published book!!! this is huge!!!

#yeah its a storybook about cubitos but who cares #ive showed the current pdf to my irls and they all think its really cool and proud of me for this project too!!! #they know making a picture book is my no.1 dream since forever!!!! #trying to get my life together... i think its working.... #well that is until i finish the book cover which ive been procrastinating because i keep spending time goofing around with friends whoops #those acnh/stardew/mc hangouts are such killer my past few weeks has just been those LOL #烤鱼 #SORRY i needed to gush about this somewhere. smiles and walks into a low hanging branch and passes out #EDIT: I FORGOT TO MENTION THE KEYCHAIN DRAFTS??? COMING SOON ??? 💥💥💥 i still need to finalize those designs but WOW!! #the new dd keychain sets... THE MUMBO KEYCHAINS that im gonna make as a revenge on J (j if you see this this is on you) #the boatem standee i really wanna make.... the list goes on...

[cosmic-crybaby]

Break My Heart Again- Tommy Shelby x Reader

Part 1

Summary: After being childhood friends, you and Thomas made a promise one day to get married, but when he returned from France, he came back a completely different man.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, tommy before the war (Lowkey OOC) 

She's known Tommy almost all her life. They met one day at the cut when he was ten, trading cigarettes with the other kids, and she was eight, tagging along with her older cousin. It was merely a passing glance, maybe an introduction of names, but she hadn't seen him until years later. At the ripe age of twelve and fourteen, when he defended her when the older boys pulled at her hair and pushed her around. She was forever grateful to him after witnessing him take in three in a fight, punching the daylights out of one, shoving another's head into the mud, and threatening the third. 'If you ever come near her again, I'll fuckin' take your eyes!'. That was enough to scare them off. The two were almost inseparable ever since. Years of growing up together the two would often get into mischief together and cause trouble in the smoky streets of Small Heath. As [name] got a little older, the more she started to fall for the future gangster, and the more time passed, the more she started to change.

And of course, Thomas began to notice.

By the time they were seventeen and fifteen, the two delinquent teenagers seemed to be more than friends. The way Thomas would hold her hand as they run up the grassy hills, the way [name] would stare into his eyes as they lay on the grass under the shaded tree.

"I don't know what I would do without you, Tommy Shelby..." She spoke softly, her voice was like heaven to him. "I can't picture myself beside anyone else," She admitted. Thomas just stared into her eyes, his soft hands rising to brush his knuckles against her cheek, tucking away the pieces of hair that came undone from her clip.

"You don't have to...because I'm going to make a promise to you [name]," He suddenly sat up, causing her to sit up as well and gaze at him in confusion.

"What kind of promise?" She asked, curiously. He opens his mouth to speak then quickly closes it before thinking for a moment. Collecting his words carefully. Clearing his throat so his voice wouldn't crack, because he knew he wouldn't hear the end of it from her if that happened.

"That one day, when I have me own money and me own house, we will get married," He finished confidently. She sat there, her lips slightly agape.

"Stop joking around!" She laughed, swatting at his arm, causing him to laugh as well and to catch her hand before she should hit him again. This time both of his hands enveloped hers as he stared at her with a content smile.

"I'm being serious, trust me when I say I want to marry you one day [Name] [Lastname]!" He said, laughter hidden within his words. She thought for a moment then nodded once, reaching for his hand. She kissed the back of his hand, her soft lips were warm upon his skin.

"Okay, promise," She smiled lovingly as he returned the kiss on her hand before bringing her close to kiss her forehead.

"Promise,"

In the years that followed that day, she was by his side, even when he was starting to work at the betting shop with his family. At first, she was just there for moral support, but right when she finished high school Polly saw her potential and how educated she was, and on the spot, she was hired. Checking the maths and records in each book, making sure everything was in its place.

It was a dream being with Tommy at nearly every waking hour. Of course nothing would go beyond holding hands, gently touches, and friendly affection . But even when those were at a minimum, she was falling in love with him.

Her love for him only grew since they first met. It was unconditional love and ever since he made that promise to her, she only fell harder. It almost felt like she was already married to him. With the way he kissed her forehead or cheek, the way he was so kind to her and checked in on her work whenever he needed an escape, and how he would tell her he loved her. Every night after work when he walked her home. He would kiss her knuckles, her cheek, and her lips before saying.

"Goodnight [name], I'll pick you up in the morning, I love you,"

It wasn’t until she began to notice his slow distance from her. At first, she thought nothing of it as he wouldn’t give her as much affection as he normally did. Her hands grew cold as they were empty from his. His touch was slowly detaching from her own. The emotional distance was noticed quickly, but the physical distance made her heart cold. He went from seeing her every day to nearly every other day, now...she was lucky to even catch him at the betting shop.  As much as she wanted to convince herself that it was nothing, she couldn’t help the emptiness she suddenly felt. She had wondered what he was so busy with and deep down she had hoped he hadn’t gotten in any more trouble than he already was getting himself into.

The weeks and months went by, her resentment for Tommy only grew. On the days he went to the shop, she tried to make her presence known, nothing but a simple "Hi [name],"would be his response. Sometimes not even making eye contact with her.

One day, in 1914, he approached her in her office. She was too busy organizing files and writing down and calculating the records to make sure they were accurate. She didn't even notice his presence at first. He stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets as he stared at her, waiting for her to pay him any mind. 

“I’m busy,” She simply mumbled, seeing him in the peripheral vision of her eyes. He scoffs before stepping in further and closing the door behind him. 

“So that’s how you treat me now, eh?” He asked, sitting across from her in a chair. He was met with silence as she kept her eyes glued to the page. “[Name]” He called. 

Again, silence. 

Tommy suddenly slammed the book shut and grabbed the pen that was in her hand.

“Hey! I'm trying to work, you just made me lose my spot!” She shouts, quickly standing up as the chair behind her scrapped against the wood floor loudly.

Tommy just smirks. She stomp towards him to retrieve the pen back, but the older boy just held it above her head as he extended his arm up, barely just out of her reach. 

“Thomas, this isn’t funny!” She pleads. He just laughs. 

“There you are, finally acknowledging me,”  

She sighed in defeat and set herself back on her feet, holding his gaze with a glare.

“What do you want now? Go on with it, Polly needs these by the end of the day and she’ll have my neck if I don’t have em ready,” She crossed her arms over her chest. Tommy let his arm down, setting the pen on the desk. 

“What makes you think I want something?” He asked. Her eyes widened slightly. 

“I don’t see you for months and you barely even talk to me let alone look at me whenever you’re here, so this sudden change in behavior is quite a shocking one,” She explained, her tone still stern. She was met with his eyes, a guilty look on his face. 

“I know...I know and I do apologize-” 

“You were supposed to be my closest friend, Thomas...” She interrupted him. Her voice was calm, almost meek. 

“I am your closest friend, never forget that [name],” He held her slumping shoulders. She takes an exhale through her nose. 

“Listen to me...I’m sorry, I had some prior engagements that needed my attention,” He said quietly as he tried to get her to look into his eyes. 

“I know but I just wished you had just talked to me...I felt so alone,” 

Thomas held his breath and clenched his jaw. He couldn’t tell her now...Not yet at least. 

“When you’re with me, you’ll never really be alone,” He told her, holding her close. She knew there was some truth to his words but pushed herself away from him. 

“I have to get back to work,” She said. He rolls his eyes at her sudden coldness.

“I’m not leaving until I get a smile out of you...and maybe an ‘I love you’,” He smirked, still holding her, his hands on her shoulder blades. She scoffs, giving him a small, ingenuine smile. 

“Happy?” She asked. He shook his head. His hands slowly crept to her sides, going unnoticed by her. 

“Tommy...” He gave her that look. That look of mischief. “Don’t you dare-” But her warning came too late. His fingers began digging into her sides, it didn’t take long before she began giggling profusely. 

“Tommy stop! I can’t- I can’t breath!” She squealed in between fits of laughter as she tried to push his hands away. He was too strong. 

“Tell me you love me [name]!” He laughed. 

“N-No! Never!” She laughed, the tears in her eyes started to seep down her cheeks. 

“Say it [name] and I’ll stop!,” 

“Fine! I love you Thomas Shelby!” She gave in. The tickling had stopped, yet she barely caught her breath when Tommy pulled her close and picked her up from the ground and kissed her cheeks. 

“I love you too, [name] [lastname],” He said quietly. Looking into his eyes made her even forget why she was upset with him. He looked at her with perfect love in his eyes and a small smile on his lips as he quickly kissed her hand before leaving her to continue your work. 

 A week later, Tommy had told her the secret he had been keeping from her. Finally letting it out. 

“No...Tell me it’s a lie...” She was in denial. Shaking her head as the tears welled up her eyes. 

“[Name]-”

“No...”

“[Name] please...listen to me,” He approached. 

“Please don’t do this you don’t have to do this!” She cried. 

“We have to go, [name]...it’s the only choice,” He calmly stated. 

“To put your lives on the line? To leave your family behind to leave me behind?” 

The silence was daunting. She sniffled and turned away from him. 

“I understand the sacrifice you’re making, but I can’t bare the thought of my life without you...Arthur, John, you...You three have been in me life every day since I was a child, if you were to never come back I don’t know what I would do without you,” She shook her head as she choked up once again. 

“Don’t think of it that way, love...We will come back once it’s over...and when it’s over I will come back to you,” 

“Tommy...” She felt his hands on her shoulders as he stood behind her.

“You will be the one I am living for...who I am looking forward to come home to...” He steps in front of her, grabbing her cheeks in the palm of his hands as they locks eyes.

“I don’t want to lose you,” She whispered. He pressed his forehead to hers. Closing her eyes tightly to stop the tears.

“You won’t...I promise,” 

She has always known for Tommy to keep his promises. But deep own she wasn't sure if this was within his control. And it scared her. Shattered her heart and soul to know he was leaving in just a few weeks. Every day after that he spent every moment with her as if it were his last, even though it felt like it to her. 

The day the three Shelby brothers left, Polly, Ada, and Martha were in shambles. [Name] tried to stay strong but the second she approached the train station she began to tear up. 

She had said your goodbyes to John and Arthur first as she held off her departure from Tommy. She stood in front of him, he seemed to put on a brave face for his family and for her but she could read right through him. He was just as scared as she was. She embraced him tightly. 

“I will write to you every day...and pray for you three while you’re gone,” [name] told him. He nods quietly, he reaches into his pocket to pull out a small, simple, ring to held it to her.  

“Remember that promise we made when we were kids?” He asked. 

“That we’d get married one day?” She nods.  

“I am giving this to you, so that when I do return we will get married...That way I will come home with a purpose...to marry you,” He said. She gasped a bit as he slipped the golden band on her ring finger. 

“Just promise me you’ll never take it off, for as long as I live and love you,” 

“I promise,” She smiled at him. He gave [name] a quick kiss. The train whistle blows. 

“Come home to us soon...please,” She begs. He nods again before Arthur and John pulled him away to board the train. 

Watching the men wave off their families as the train took off was heartbreaking. The four women of Small Heath held onto each other, comforting each other when they watched the three men in their lives leave on a train. [Name] rested her head on Polly’s shoulder as she rubbed the young girls back, quietly sobbing beside her.

[Name] went home that day, sitting alone as she twirled the ring on her finger, counting the days until his first letter came. 

#Spotify #peaky blinder fanfic #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #tommy shelby x reader #x reader #peaky blinders #peaky fucking blinders #tommyshelbyxreader #light angst #friends to lovers

[arandomdai]

Leuce and Hades: A Tragic Love Story We Were Robbed Of

⚠️ WARNING: I'm just saying my opinions just like everybody else. So in Demeter fashion, put your tin foil hats on. It's going to be a LONG read. Enjoy!!! ⚠️

• Hades and Leuce: The Titanomachy

I feel like The Titanomachy should've been the start of the book. A part 1 and 2 (and/or 3) of what happened before and after the war. During the fight, Hades was severely injured by Kronos which caused him to be on bed rest. First, the scene with Hera helping Hades should've been Leuce instead. He could've saw how beautiful she was and she would've thought the same about him. Leuce would've talked to him about how brave he was, feeling bad about him being hurt and being trapped in his father's stomach. After, she's done with taking care of him, she could've kissed him on the forehead showing that she cares about him. Next, after the war is over, he meets with Leuce at the beach saying thank you for taking care of me while I was hurt and feeling sorry that she had to see him that way. Leuce would've said it was fine and that she was okay helping him. Hades then asked about the forehead kiss. Leuce would say that she liked him, and wanted to let him know that he was loved (in her own way). After talking about their troubles and giving advice to each other, both experience their first kiss (which could've been the backstory on why he hates the beach). Finally, everyone was ready to move on with their lives. Hades asked Leuce if she wanted to go with him to the Underworld ( Zeus didn't trick him into ruling the Underworld in the myths and Hades didn't need to eat a pomegranate to rule 🙄), and so she said yes. Once they get down there, they get started on building the kingdom.

•The Loss of Leuce

After building everything and trapping Kronos in Tartarus (with the help of Hecate's powers), Hades was planning to propose to her and wanted to do it at Zeus's party. But he discovers that she doesn't look well, and wanted to know what's going on. Leuce explains that she is dying and that she almost lived a full life (keep in mind that they are the same age in this tragic love story). Hades tries to find away to make her live long enough to stay and be with him forever, but it was no use. Using this picture because this could've shown while working in his office, the glowing butterfly could've been a sign that she was about to pass away (or she sends it to him to let him know to be with her). And so he goes to the room, but before he does that, the doctors warned him that he only has 2 minutes to talk to her until she passes. Hades wonders if it was anything they could do, and they shake their head no. Hades walks in with sadness in his eyes with a happy smile. Before Hades could say anything, Leuce tells him something like...

"When I first saw you, I knew that you were the one for me. The love I have for you has grown stronger and stronger than ever. You understood me in a way that no one else could. I witnessed your crystals, your stars, and the real you. Hades I will always have you in my heart for centuries to come. The laughs we shared, the fun we had, and happiness we both have for each other will live on in your heart. Hades no matter what happens, I will always love you and I want you to be happy. Promise me you will be happy (He would tear up and says "I'll try"). My time has come. I love you Hades. I will always love you."

Hades would be crying while holding her hand telling her I love you too. Out of grief and sadness, he turns her into a poplar tree and started wearing a poplar leaf on his suit ever since. Losing her could've been the reason he's bitter, mean, somber, drinking, sulking and having bad dreams. We could've had a enemies to lovers story about him and Persephone (without the "I can fix him" mentality). I feel like him going to that party mad and upset because he is still grieving would've made more sense.

Sidenote: I wish that Hades hair stayed long and his hair would be Obsidian Black (like the glassy mineral since he is the God of Wealth) with swirls and everything. A missed opportunity once again 😒.

•My Rant

The author calling herself a Greek mythology expert is just...not true. When going into the myths, it is a stated that Hades first love was Leuce up until she died, turned her into a poplar tree, and puts the tree in Elysium. So why call this a feminist retelling, when there's nothing feminist about it? Why is Leuce made to be this delusional and gold digging nymph? Why is Persephone being a asshole to her and saying "clout chaser" (which is so cringe)? Having a self insert and a fantasy boyfriend isn't doing this book or the character(s) any favors. Leuce deserve so much better than this. And to see this story just mentions Greek gods and goddesses without giving them their own stories (mythically accurate at that) is sad to see. Just bad writing, bad morals, and a dream.

#anti lore olympus #lo critical #anti lo #lore olympus criticism #lore olympus critical #tin foil hats

[sunflowervoltwentyeight]

Hi! This is a fic rec of my favorite established relationship fics. These fics are organized by word count from longest to shortest. You can view my other fic recs here. Enjoy!

We Are Only Just the Beginning by afirecannotdie (129k)

In the dim light of a dorm kitchen, Harry Styles meets a boy who flips his life upside down. Three years later, he's a senior in college, ready to take on the world with the love of his life by his side. And then Louis Tomlinson admits he doesn't know what he wants to do after college after all, and Harry's world flips again, this time not so pleasantly. He can't imagine his life without Louis, but he's starting to worry he might have to.

A college AU featuring lots of domestic sappiness, waffles, tattoos, late nights and early mornings, and above all, Louis and Harry against the world.

Been Together Since Way Back When by alivingfire / @alivingfire (95k)

Louis Tomlinson is a law student with a simple but effective four step plan: 1. Finish law school. 2. Get hired somewhere awesome. 3. Marry his best friend and boyfriend of two years, Harry. 4. Live happily ever after.

Harry Styles doesn't know what he wants to do with his life, where he wants to go, who he wants to be, or if he even wants the college degree he's almost completed. All he does know is who he’ll be with forever, as long as Louis wants to keep him around.

Or: the painfully realistic college au where everyone's poor, lovesick, tired of school, terrified of the future, and still having the greatest times of their lives.

Such Good Luck by casuallyhl / @casuallyhl (66k)

Louis smiles at Harry’s words, leaning into his touch. “Tell me again.”

Smiling, Harry takes Louis into his arms. Pressing gentle kisses to his face, Harry murmurs, “In six months’ time, I will have my twenty-fifth birthday. On that day, my portion of the inheritance will become legally mine. And I plan that very day to announce to my family that I have found love.” Harry chuckles as he runs his lips lightly along Louis’ cheekbone. “That, in fact, I found love when I was twenty-one years old, and that I have loved and been loved every day since.”

Or, an Edwardian AU where Harry is a young aristocratic lord and Louis is a working class dairy farmer. Secrets are a necessary part of their relationship, but Louis has one that could topple their whole world.

The Dark and the Dentist by sunshiner (66k)

“I know this song,” Louis whispers, and Harry has to lean his ear toward him to pick up what he’s saying. “It was written for people to dance to it. We should be dancing.”

We can’t, Harry almost spits, but it’d be stupid of him. Louis knows they can’t. Even if he looks like any regular Parisian in their twenties, and Harry looks like any hipster Parisian in their twenties, they can’t anyway. To be fair, they probably wouldn’t do it even if they were out. But if they were two uni students, both in Paris for an exchange, meeting over fallen books at the library, or because of mutual friends, or watching Monet’s Water Lilies?

“How would we dance?” Harry murmurs, mouth almost pressed to Louis’ cheek, so close he can feel his warmth. What a picture they must make, two millionaires freezing in a park and dreaming of a different life.

An account of the events of November 2014. Canon-compliant.

Time Passed by coffinofachimera (66k)

Louis struggles with their relationship as Harry grows into his identity.

Hands Clasped Tight by afirethatcannotdie / @afirethatcannotdie (47k)

“What am I looking at here?” Harry asks.

“This, my friends, is a ‘proof’ Instagram account, run by your students,” Liam announces.

“It’s got all this stuff about how the two of you are together,” Niall adds.

“I heard about that,” says one of the math teachers. “Confiscated a kid’s phone today when they were looking at it. I have to say, the evidence that you’re dating is pretty damning.”

“Really,” Louis says dryly. “Do you think being married for three years might have something to do with it?”

Or the one where Harry and Louis are high school teachers and their students have been playing matchmaker for over a year. Little do they know, Harry and Louis are already married.

The Best Kind of Bad by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze (40k)

Nobody really understood Harry and Louis. Not even Louis. But for Louis, the world began and ended with Harry, and there were certain things he just wasn’t capable of explaining.

or Louis is the town troublemaker and everyone hates him except for Harry.

You Watched Me Sink by bananasandboots / @anylessreal (38k)

They’ve discussed it a few times - the boyfriend thing. It’s not like it’s some forbidden, horrific, abandon hope all ye who talk about furthering the relationship sort of subject. They’re mature adults. They’re in tune with their feelings, their hearts’ desires, the way those butterflies swoop in their bellies whenever they so much as hold each other’s hands. They like each other. A lot. It’s mutual, they know. But for now, they’re just content to enjoy the simplicity of what they have, and what they have is great.

When dating in secret stops being enough, then they’ll discuss that too.

Or, the one where Harry teaches Sex Ed and sneaks around with the drama teacher, and doesn’t realize how out of tune he is with his true feelings until everyone else figures it out for him.

Part 1 of You Watched Me Sink Verse

Swallow My Words by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf (32k)

Senior year is stressful. On top of balancing school work, family, and friends, Harry's lacrosse team is vying to win the state championship, he's not sure where he's going to college yet, and he has a secret boyfriend that no one can know about.

Part 1 of Swallow My Words

Loved By Your Mother by superglass / @gaymoustache (31k)

Harry stretches out like Venus with her lover, growing sleepy in the late afternoon light with a baby growing inside her. Perhaps not literally, not physically. Not exactly.

or

Harry struggles to come to terms with wanting to have children, and what that means for their relationship. Canon compliant, set a few years into the future.

True Love’s Gold by alivingfire / @alivingfire (27k)

Gemma starts responding to every single one of Harry’s texts—regardless of subject—with i don’t care, talk to louis. Liam lets Harry complain to him for hours on Skype, pretending he’s not doing other things while Harry whines about his problems. Niall thinks the whole thing is hilarious, texting Harry links to articles titled So, you want your man to propose? and 15 ways to get him ready for the aisle! and follows each of these up with page upon page of laughing emojis. Harry tries everything, literally everything he can think of short of grabbing Louis by tattooed forearm and yelling, “PROPOSE TO ME BEFORE I COMBUST.”

Or, it takes a village to arrange a proposal, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to go as planned.

If You Asked Me If I Love Him (I'd Lie) by allyasavedtheday (26k)

So Harry and Louis might have fucked up.

The day of their wedding was the single most perfect moment of Louis’ life and every single day since where he’s been able to call Harry his husband has been nothing short of bliss. There’s just one teeny, tiny problem…

Their families don’t know they’re married.

*

Or the one where Harry and Louis eloped but neglected to mention it to anyone. Meanwhile Lottie is getting married and the only way for them to not steal her thunder is by pretending they're just friends for the weekend. Featuring Harry and Louis as terrible liars who don't know the meaning of the word platonic and some Tomlinsons and Styles's who definitely don't believe them.

Part 2 of A Long Way From The Playground

Being of the Jealous Kind by zita17 / @louisandtheaquarian (24k)

A-list actor Louis Tomlinson and his partner fashion photographer Harry Styles weather the storm that is Louis’ fake relationship with his costar in the lead up to this year’s Academy Awards.

Featuring a fluffy teenage meet-cute, an angsty wine drunk Harry melting down over pap pics, Louis habitually overusing the word “baby,” and cameos by a vintage Umbro sweatshirt, the peace ring, and one hell of a Larry hug.

Or the justice for To Be So Lonely fic. Based on the lyrics to TBSL and a prompt where “Louis has to fake date some celebrity, while his boyfriend Harry sits at home.”

You Turn Me On, Make You Radiate by ballsdeepinjesus (15k)

When he presses inside for the first time in weeks, he’s pretty sure he sees stars behind his eyes at the staggering sensation of Harry’s body squeezing every inch of him. When he bottoms out, he stays buried inside for a minute just to catch his bearings, listening as Harry takes sharp breaths beneath him. When he finally feels like he’s under control, he presses his lips against Harry’s ear and whispers, “Are you ready husband?“

Harry throws his head back and groans. “Call me your spouse.”

[…or, a self-indulgent snapshot of hl’s sex lives over the course of 10+ years]

Garden of Edenby superglass / @gaymoustache (6k)

Another soft, grainy laugh. A puff from the joint. Green smoke towards the ceiling. Then hazy blue eyes back on his. “Said you wanted to tell me something. Was really important.”

“Oh,” Harry says. There was a reason he came back, an excuse he made up to find Louis and sucker him into letting him sit on his lap even though his weight often puts those thighs to sleep. “Can’t— um. Let me try to remember.”

or

a snapshot of being high and in love in Jamaica.

I'll Breathe Your Air Into My Lungs by blizzies (5k)

five phases of their relationship in a world where harry smokes a lot and skips school and hates everyone except his boyfriend and louis is in plays and is loved by everyone and they work even though nobody gets how.

Mon Petit, Little One by publunchesownmyass (5k)

They smoke, talk shit about everyone besides each other, and Harry wears his Mon Petit sweater.

Brown Skin and Lemon Over Ice by penceypansy / @penceypansy (2k)

A short one shot of a reunion in Italy, around the time Harry filmed the Golden video.

- He should know with more certainty which one is their bedroom but he’s only been here twice, only once since their things had moved in, and come to think of it, he’s not sure this is the room they slept in last time.

Regardless, he’s got clothes he knows are his hanging in the wardrobe, sees his old Stone Roses shirt crumpled and worn on the unmade side of the bed. He drops his bag, rummages through the drawers for a pair of trunks, goes into the bathroom to change. It doesn’t feel like enough of a home yet for him to be totally comfortable, but that should change soon enough. He can’t help a spray of the cologne sat by the sink, vanilla and wood and comfort.

#category fic rec #fic rec #larry fic rec #established relationship fic rec #hlcreators #read

[scifimagpie]

Tagback superpost

@toribookworm22 did this first, but I liked the idea, so here's an extended excerpt from The Foundling City, book 3 (the final one) in The Nightmare Cycle! Book 1 is available here or here. MAJOR SPOILERS FOLLOW!

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I’ve only looked at videos and pictures of big animals before. Understanding the concept of ‘megafauna’ means absolutely nothing compared to seeing a huge, stocky thing that’s like a deer but way too big, with a fat, weird nose and strange, chunky antlers that just kind of moseys towards you, flapping its small, absurd stub of a tail. Apparently, it was called a moose, and it was like ten metres away, which was still way too damn close. I screamed, and it moseyed back down the river, not even bothered—then dropped a huge pile of turds on the riverbank and kept clopping along.

I’d seen the odd picture of a moose here and there, but let me tell you, when I saw it in real life, I thought I was gonna have a heart attack.

It’s amazing how many animals there just are up here. It’s wild. Literally. Being up here all the time means we get to see plenty of days with like—actual clear skies? So life is really hard compared to what I’m used to, but it’s also so beautiful that my eyes burn and my chest hurts sometimes. I thought we’d only have Dust above us forever, the way it had always been as far as I knew and remembered, but no—with so much Dust having migrated back to its home—dimension? Plane? Other place, anyway—you can actually see how blue the sky is.

It’s this thin but deep blue that goes on forever. Apparently there’s this atmosphere that’s layers and layers of different molecules and different kinds of air and a jet stream or something, and water vapour? And outside of it is space? I don’t really understand how space works, but at night, it’s dark like Dust but different, so deep, and all the stars come out, and sometimes I cry just looking at it.

Apparently cities used to be like this, glittery and bright but on the ground. Dad told me that once. I can’t imagine it; it sounds weird. Sometimes the wide open spaces and the flatness up here are kind of scary, like it makes you feel naked and small? A few people have had agoraphobic panic attacks since we’ve had to come up here, and I can’t really blame them, because the bigness of the world just doesn’t end unless you go inside and get to stop looking at it.

But it’s more than I ever dreamed of, and if I’m really honest? Which I can be, I guess, since this is my journal, not just some big fancy chronicle of the history and exile of my people. Well, if I’m honest…sometimes, when the night is clear and sparkling and I can hear the coyotes and wild dogs singing to the moon? Being exiled was worth it for all this beauty.

The one thing I don’t understand is how people from before could stand building over all of this and making so much city. Didn’t they miss the wilds? Then again—we lived in a city, down below. But—they had the choice. We didn’t.

Maybe it’s a good thing their world died. But then—so many people died with it; sick people and well people. I remember being those people, and dying, and I remember bits of that tame, domesticated world with its sidewalks and lawns and so, so many smelly, loud cars.

It was a comfortable world, a safe one. They had no way of knowing it would be taken from them.

I don’t know if it’s good or bad, what was lost. But this is what we have to work with, and I’m going to fight to make sure more of our people don’t die.

All of this, though, is just kind of a big, philosophical distraction from my real problem, which is that my spouses are fighting and I have no idea how I feel about this whole baby issue, and it’s making my head explode.

Nathu took us aside to check on things—after all, neither of us has immediately moved out, or anything. At the end of a long day, we all sat down on the crappy couches in this crappy apartment.

“So…how are you doing?” he said cautiously, hands wrapped around a mug of herbal tea.

Una glared at him. “Not well, asshole.”

I winced. It wasn’t a great start.

Nathu took a deep breath. “Technically, this is my fault. Would you like to punch me?”

That, at least, got a little laughter, and a hint of a smirk. “That won’t actually help.” She let out a sigh. “I’m just…overwhelmed by this right now. Frankly, I still don’t know how I feel about…” She gestured between him and us, then set a hand on mine. “Things between Janelle and myself are fine, but with you…I mean, you lied to us, Nathu. About something huge. This entire project. And then, faking your own death like that? I guess I’m just wondering, how can I even trust you?”

He rubbed his temples and set his face in his hands. “To tell you the truth, Una, I don’t have an answer. There’s nothing you’ve said that isn’t absolutely right. If I were in your shoes—I wouldn’t know how to trust me, either.” He looked up, grave seriousness on his face. “But I will do anything you ask me to, whatever it takes, for as long as it takes. I owe you that, and—whatever you choose,” he said, his voice husky and cracking with tears, “know that I love you. I love you beyond reason or fairness or logic, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to mend this.”

The earnest way he gazed at her, like a dog trying to please its master, made my heart twist.

She pulled in a long, shuddering breath. Tears were trickling down her cheeks unwillingly. She inhaled, taking a sharp breath. “Nothing except telling the truth, I guess.”

He winced like she’d stabbed him in the chest, and looked down. There was a long, heavy moment of silence.

“I—I don’t know what I need,” she said, her voice a little more even, measured. “But I know the people of this community need us, and that we have to keep working together. Keep doing that, and—keep giving me space.” Her voice quavered. “I don’t know whether I want to leave you or not.” She shut her eyes, and shook her head slowly.

It was petty and stupid, but I felt ignored. “Is anyone gonna ask what I want?” I said, my voice small and petulant.

Una whipped her head over to look at me. “Well, hell, what do you want?”

I froze up. “To be honest, I wasn’t actually expecting to—get this far.”

Her lips quirked in a tiny smile. “This whole conversation is a disaster.”

All three of us couldn’t help laughing a little at that.

Nathu sat up, though, and directed his attention towards me. “I’m sorry, Janelle, you’re right; I did lie to both of you, after all. I’ve just been…very thrown off and focused on Una because of this pregnancy issue. But you’re not less important.”

Una let out a huff of breath and glanced away from both of us, tears beading her eyes. “Can I actually get some space? I need some mental quiet.” I saw that she was wearing the silver and real shell button earrings I’d made her, and they swung through her pale gold hair, catching the light for a moment as her head turned. My heart clenched again.

Nathu just nodded and stood, then held out a hand to me, and pointed to the bedroom.

So we went there, and each of us sat down on the bed cautiously, on each end.

“So,” he said.

“So,” I echoed.

The words hung there like the fog of breath on a cold day.

(I never used to be this poetic. Maybe it’s all the manual labour driving me crazy, or all the novels and crap I’ve been reading at night. I’m so tired that it’s about all the energy I can muster—flipping pages, that is.)

Anyway, poetry or not, there was a heavy silence between us, and it just went on and on.

“Everything I said to Una, I meant for you as well,” he finally said.

I nodded. “Well—no offense, but watching you two fight is also just worse somehow. You’ve been together for so long, and…I always loved how you are together. So seeing you both like this, now…I dunno. My heart just kind of aches even to see it.” I let out a long sigh. “And I’ll be honest, Nathu—things weren’t really good between us, you and me anyway, for a long time when we were down there. You spent so much time like, brushing me off. And like—don’t get me wrong, there’s part of me that’s really, really relieved that you secretly agreed with me the whole time. But I feel pretty rotten and awful about being lied to so thoroughly.”

He took my hands in his own and stared at me earnestly. I would have thought it was a move if not for the ashy circles below his eyes and the seriousness in his dark brown gaze.

“—And I don’t know what I need, either,” I said, before he could ask, “but—actually, I think one thing I need is for you to be honest with me. To know you’re really saying what you think and believe, now that you don’t have to hide anything. Can you do that? Like—just be honest to a fault. And, try to spend time with me. We were barely around each other for a while there, and frankly, it sucked. I just want some of your time. To know I matter.” My throat closed up.

He nodded and stroked the back of my hand with his thumb, gentle as a breath. “I can do that. Anything else you think of, don’t hesitate to ask, all right?”

“I’ll try.”

“How are you feeling?”

I choked up a little laugh that died on the way out. “Right about now, I got the most mixed feelings a person ever did have.”

He smiled mirthlessly. “I can’t blame you.”

Hot, helpless anger rushed up behind my cheekbones and burned behind my eyes. Why can’t I just forgive him? Why can’t I just say “okay” and let things be the same as they were? It should be so simple.

And yet, somehow, I can’t.

I stood up abruptly. “I think I might get some air. Go for a walk.”

He looked alarmed. “Janelle, it’s cold out right now. At least minus fifteen.”

“I have a coat.”

He gave assent, resigned. “If you insist.”

So I opened the door, stepped carefully through the living room without making eye contact with Una, and brought my journal and a pen out here.

There isn’t much light—pretty much just the moon, and it’s a skinny little crescent; almost a new moon. I’m still not used to how damned dark it gets up here, too. Down in the tunnels, it was a different kind of dark; more absolute, when all the lights went out. Up here, sometimes you see a little light from one of the houses or the apartment windows, and of course there’s all the stars up there. If I look off in different directions, I can see a bit of light where I think Downblack might be. But the snow’s really reflective, so that helps.

Okay. I’m cold, and I think I’m done pouting, so I’m gonna go back upstairs and get some sleep.

I still don’t know how I feel about anything. How can one person’s head and chest contain so many feelings? It’s absurd. It feels downright unfair. And yet, I’m still here, my whole body knotted up tight and tense, feeling way too old and way too young at the same damn time.

***

Tagging in! @bluberimufim @squarebracket-trick @writernopal @digitalsatyr23 @aziz-reads @sam-glade @fire-but-ashes-too

#: writing #writeblr #writers of tumblr #scifimagpie #queer #sci fi #post apoc #canadian.

[elijowa]

The Nice and Accurate Observations of Good Omens by Elijowa, Fan

Being a Close Re-Watching of Season 1 in the Light of What We Now Know from Season 2

Containing therein Analyses of Crowley, Aziraphale and their Relationship throughout the Show

Episode One

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So I have a confession to make. I've only ever watched Good Omens Season 1 twice and Season 2 once.

I know, I know, I need to get my priorities straightened out! How can I possibly be a fan if I've only got a mere 18h of watch-time under my belt? What can I say? Life keeps on getting in the way.

Anyway, I decided to treat myself with a close re-watching of Season 1 and see what jumps out at me now that we have new information from Season 2. You're very welcome to follow along or ignore these ramblings as you please!

So, without further ado, I present my thoughts on S1E1.

(Much, much more below the cut)

Let's start with the big one:

Crowley and Aziraphale don't appear to be in love - or even "in like" - during Episode 1.

So, picture this: I'm settling down with lots of warm fuzzy anticipation for all the stolen glances and hesitant hand gestures between Aziraphale and Crowley that I was sure I had either missed or forgotten about from my previous two viewings, and I make a surprising discovery:

There aren't any.

They barely seem to like each other in this episode - they are quite distant and snarky with each other (not the affectionate teasing banter that we've come to know and love, but almost a condescending snideness).

I can't see this version of Aziraphale trusting this version of Crowley to aim a live firearm at him (in fact, in the very next episode, he isn't even comfortable with the demon pointing a paintgun at him). And this version of Crowley would not dream of following Aziraphale around to help him fulfil his dream of being a professional conjuror, and actually actively discourages him from pursuing the notion (although, as many people have pointed out, it's amusing to think that this is because of happened the last time he did this).

So what gives? If there are people saying that the ending of S2E6 doesn't make sense (it does) because it betrays the millennia-long journey these characters have been on (it doesn't) - then I feel like we ought to be having that same discussion about the beginning of S1E1.

OK, OK. Obviously there are lots of 'out-of-universe' reasons for this inconsistency in the portrayal of C & A's relationship. This is the first episode of a new series and not all of the audience will be familiar with these characters; it's necessary to start them in the position of being hereditary enemies in order to give them room to grow and change; the show is a faithful adaptation of the book in which there's basically no romantic tension between the A & C at all, and Neil Gaiman is on record saying he didn't want to make any big changes this relationship, since he could sadly no longer consult with Terry Pratchett. Plus, S2 hadn't been written at this point, so there are undoubtedly details that Mr Gaiman didn't yet know with regards to the shared history of Crowley and Aziraphale while writing S1.

My current theory is that the infamous "You go too fast for me Crowley" line was NOT Aziraphale saying "please be patient with me because I need more time to catch up to where you are in our relationship". Rather, it was him saying, "I can't keep doing this. It was fun while it lasted but it's time I grew up, faced reality and put this silly little crush behind me. So goodbye forever." And he meant it.

But where's the fun in just talking about real-world reasons when we can come up with lots of juicy headcanons instead?!

From Crowley's point of view, I think that by now he'd be used to Aziraphale having periodic wobbles about their friendship. And so, from experience, he knows the best way to handle it is to back all the way off until Aziraphale has 'completed his process', is ready to re-engage again - maybe in a couple of hundred years - and things can go back to what Crowley thinks of as normal.

But knowing all this doesn't make it any less hurtful or frustrating to be rejected because of who he is. So maybe Crowley throws himself back into his bad boy role with a bit more venom than usual - still not doing anything directly evil per se, just enough to tick the boxes on some Hellish paperwork (bringing down mobile networks, designing the M25). Maybe he's more likely to foment discontent while simultaneously not really caring about anything he does either way, because what's even the point if he doesn't have his angelic foil around to wind up/impress?

And normally they would both have about a century or two to successfully work through their respective feelings, and so when they eventually reconnect they can slip back into their comfortable familiarity with relative ease. But the birth of the Antichrist screws up this schedule, truncates both of their coping processes, and means neither of them are quite ready to be best buds again. Hence their 'more prickly than what we might expect' attitudes towards each other in Episode One.

Hooo boy. I feel like I've barely even got half way through all the things I noticed and want to talk about in S1E1, but I think I need to save it for another time or we'll be here for all ineffable eternity. Well done if you made it this far and thanks for coming along for the ride!

#please be gentle this is my first proper attempt at writing anything meta #good omens meta #good omens s1 #good omens rewatch #Aziraphale #Crowley #good omens headcanons

[gladdygirl18]

Top 22 Of 2022 Tag Game

Thank you so much for the tag @otomiya-tickles and for creating this fun tag game! :D It looks like so much fun! Thx for tagging me as well @giggly-squiggily!

All info under cut!

Part 1: Fandom Faves

01. Favorite new fandoms of the year: Hellsing/Hellsing Ultimate

02. Favorite new ships since this year: Jolyne x Anastasia (JJBA Part 6)

03. Favorite anime/TV show of the year: Hellsing/Hellsing Ultimate

04. Favorite movie of the year: Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, The Woman King, Sonic 2

05. Favorite character of the year: Pokémon Scarlet/Violet- Ryme and Geeta, Alucard- Hellsing/Hellsing Ultimate

06. Favorite soundtrack of the year: N/A

07. Favorite book/manga/comic of the year: N/A

08. Favorite game of the year: Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes

09. Highlight of this year to remember: meeting my soulmate.

Part 2: Community Review

10. Favorite Tumblr moments of 2022: TickleTober2022, SquealingSanta2022, the return of @made-by-jade-222 @tickly-oni @skribblz and @vqler

11. Favorite fan art of the year: mainly by @dokidoki-muffin @squiggilydrawsthings @vqler @ticklish-touch @ticklishfanart @skribblz @simplysmilingdrew @prinnay @pianta @mewtwoandme @xxtc-96xx @floweroflaurelin @sleepysheepytea @shyticklemonster @jukeboxoddity @fluffomatic

12. Favorite fic of the year: too many to count- mainly ones by @made-by-jade-222 @giggly-squiggily @burningablaze @sunstone-smiles @trashyswitch

13. Favorite ask game of the year: barely part of any🥲

14. My top achievements as a writer/artist/creator/blogger: creating new stories from dreams, being able to illustrate my stories, completing the second arc of my Pokémon fanfic

15. My own best fic/post of the year: mainly wrote fics and posted on my art blog

16. My most underappreciated fic/post of the year: can't think of any (honestly don't care that much about publicity)

17. A post of mine that got more popularity than expected: cannot think of one for the life of me (probably a reblog of another post)

18. Something I changed on my blog since this year: N/A😅

Part 3: Next Year

19. Something I didn’t post this year but would like to do next year: post more pictures of myself and my life

20. Goals for next year: write more on this blog

21. 2023 releases I look forward to the most: N/A (I'm tryna focus on making it thru the next few weeks of this month)

Part 4: Spreading Love

22. Shoutouts to people who made my 2022 a better year:

My sisters- @made-by-jade-222 @burningablaze @cutesmokes @blackcat2907 @nina-phaedra @giggly-squiggily (ik I'm forgetting like 2 or 3 but u know who u r)

Old-time friends: @eye-cri @nitia95 @dark-wizardess @hollyberry06 @wizardess-me @kittenwhiskers

Biggest supporters: @tea-twords @bunnygirl101lover @dragoncortex @littlebbyleesfw @adorkablenerd @nagitoshopejar

New Friends: @giggly-squiggily @giggly-argent @sunstone-smiles @otomiya-tickles @ticklishfanart @fifth-nails-blog

I know I'm forgetting a lot of ppl rn (and a lot of moments), but if we have interacted at least more than 5 times, u made my year so much better! Thank u so much!

#tag game

[donttalkaboutmemes]

Beauty and the Beast (1991) Sentence Meme

Under the cut you will find 160+ sentences from the 1991 version of Beauty and the Beast to use for your enjoyment!    

1.      “She warned him not to be deceived by appearances for beauty was found within.”

2.      “The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose.”

3.      “For who could ever learn to love a beast?”

4.      “Good morning! I’ve come to return the book I borrowed!”

5.      “That one? But you’ve read it twice!”

6.      “Wow! You didn’t miss a shot! You’re the greatest hunter in the whole world!”

7.      “No beast alive stands a chance against you, and no girl for that matter.”

8.      “She’s the one! The lucky girl I’m going to marry.”

9.      “That makes her the best. And don’t I deserve the best?”

10.   “May I have my book, please?”

11.   “How can you read this? There’s no pictures.”

12.   “Some people use their imaginations.”

13.   “It’s about time you got your head out of those books and paid more attention to more important things. Like me.”

14.   “It’s not right for a woman to read. Soon she starts getting ideas and thinking.”

15.   “You are positively primeval.”

16.   “What do you say you and me take a walk over to the tavern and have a look at my hunting trophies?”

17.   “That crazy old loon? He needs all the help he can get.”

18.   “Don’t you talk about my father that way.”

19.   “Do you think I’m odd?”

20.   “I’m just not sure I fit in here. There’s no one I can really talk to.”

21.   “He’s handsome, all right. And rude and conceited. He’s not for me.”

22.   “Have a heart.”

23.   “Oh, you are soaked to the bone! Come, warm yourself by the fire.”

24.   “Do you know what the master would do if he finds you here?”

25.   “How would you like a nice spot of tea? It’ll warm you up in no time.”

26.   “I’d like to take this moment to say I was against this from the start. I tried to stop them, but would they listen to me? No.”

27.   “You are not welcome here!”

28.   “So, you’ve come to stare at the beast, have you?”

29.   “Please, I meant not harm! I just needed a place to stay.”

30.   “I’d like to thank you all for coming to my wedding. But first, I better go in there and propose to the girl.”

31.   “You know, there’s not a girl in town who wouldn’t love to be in your shoes.”

32.   “This is the day your dreams come true.”

33.   “What do you know about my dreams?”

34.   “Picture this. A rustic hunting lodge, my latest kill roasting on the fire, and my little wife massaging my feet while the little ones play with the dogs. We’ll have six or seven.”

35.   “Do you know who that wife will be?”

36.   “I’m speechless. I really don’t know what to say.”

37.   “Say you’ll marry me.”

38.   “I’m very sorry, but I just don’t deserve you.”

39.   “I’ll have her for my wife, make no mistake about that!”

40.   “Can you imagine? He asked me to marry him! Me, the wife of that boorish, brainless…”

41.   “Couldn’t keep quiet, could we? Just had to invite him to stay, didn’t we?”

42.   “Momma! There’s a girl in the castle!”

43.   “I won’t have you making up such wild stories.”

44.   “Don’t you see, she’s the one! The girl we have been waiting for! She has come to break the spell!”

45.   “Your hands are like ice. We have to get you out of here!”

46.   “I want you to leave this place.”

47.   “I’ve come for my father. Please let him out!”

48.   “He could die. Please! I’ll do anything.”

49.   “There’s nothing you can do. He’s my prisoner.”

50.   “Wait. Take me instead.”

51.   “You? You would take his place?”

52.   “If I did, would you let him go?”

53.   “You must promise to stay here forever.”

54.   “Please! Spare my daughter!”

55.   “She’s no longer your concern.”

56.   “Since the girl is going to be with us for quite some time, I was thinking you might want to offer her a more comfortable room.”

57.   “You didn’t even let me say goodbye. I’ll never see him again.”

58.   “Say something to her.”

59.   “I…um…hope you like it here.”

60.   “The castle is your home now, so you can go anywhere you want. Except the West Wing.”

61.   “If there’s anything you need, my servants will attend you.”

62.   “Dinner. Invite her to dinner.”

63.   “You will join me for dinner! That’s not a request!”

64.   “Who does she think she is? That girl has tangled with the wrong man!”

65.   “Dismissed. Rejected. Publicly humiliated. Why, it’s more than I can bear.”

66.   “Please! I need your help! He’s got her! He’s got her locked in the dungeon!”

67.   “I though you might like a spot of tea.”

68.   “Told ya she was pretty, didn’t I?”

69.   “That was a very brave thing you did, my dear.”

70.   “Cheer up, child. It’ll turn out all right in the end. You’ll see.”

71.   “Well now, what shall we dress you in for dinner?”

72.   “What’s taking so long? I told her to come down. Why isn’t she here yet?”

73.   “Try to be patient. The girl has lost her father and her freedom all in one day.”

74.   “Have you thought that, perhaps, the girl could be the one to break the spell?”

75.   “You fall in love with her. She falls in love with you. And poof, the spell is broken!”

76.   “It’s not that easy. These things take time.”

77.   “It’s no use. She’s so beautiful and I’m so…well…look at me!”

78.   “You must help her to see past all that.”

79.   “You can start by making yourself more presentable. Straighten up. Try to act like a gentleman.”

80.   “When she comes in, give her a dashing, debonair smile. Come, come. Show me the smile.”

81.   “Impress her with your rapier wit.”

82.   “Shower her with compliments.”

83.   “Above all, you must control your temper.”

84.   “Your grace! Your eminence! Let’s not be hasty!”

85.   “I thought I told you to come down to dinner!”

86.   “You’ll come out or I’ll break down the door!”

87.   “I could be wrong, but that may not be the best way to win the girl’s affections.”

88.   “Please! Attempt to be a gentleman!”

89.   “It would give me great pleasure if you would join me for dinner.”

90.   “You can’t stay in there forever!”

91.   “If she doesn’t eat with me, then she doesn’t eat at all!”

92.   “Stand watch at the door and inform me at once if there is the slightest change.”

93.   “I ask nicely, but she refuses. What does she want me to do, beg?”

94.   “The masters not so bad once you get to know him. Why don’t you give him a chance?”

95.   “I don’t want to get to know him! I don’t want to have anything to do with him!”

96.   “I’m just fooling myself. She’ll never see me as anything but a monster.”

97.   “I’ve been burnt by you before.”

98.   “I work and slave all day, and for what? A culinary masterpiece gone to waste!”

99.   “Remember what the master said.”

100. “I am surprised at you. She’s not our prisoner, she’s our guest. We must make her feel welcome here.”

101. “If the master finds out about this, it will be our necks!”

102. “What is dinner without a little music?”

103.  “It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. And now, we invite you to relax. Let us pull up a chair as the dining room proudly presents your dinner.”

104.   “It’s my first time in an enchanted castle.”

105.   “Enchanted? Who said anything about the castle being enchanted?”

106.   “Perhaps you could take me. I’m sure you know everything there is to know about the castle.”

107.    “As I always say, if it’s not baroque, don’t fix it.”

108.    “I wonder what he’s hiding up there.”

109.    “You have a library?”

110.     “Why did you come here? I warned you never to come here!”

111.     “Promise or no promise, I can’t stay here another minute!”

112.     “If you’d hold still, it wouldn’t hurt as much.”

113.     “If you hadn’t frightened me, I wouldn’t have run away!”

114.     “You should learn to control your temper!”

115.      “Hold still. This may sting a little.”

116.      “By the way, thank you for saving my life.”

117.      “I don’t usually leave the asylum in the middle of the night, but they said you’d make it worth my while.”

118.      “You want me to throw her father in the asylum unless she agrees to marry you? Oh, that is despicable! I love it!”

119.      “If no one will help me, then I’ll go back alone.”

120.      “I don’t care what it takes. I’ll find that castle and somehow I’ll get her out of there.”

121.      “Oh well! I guess it’s not gonna work after all!”

122.      “They have to come back sometime, and when they do, we’ll be ready for them!”

123.       “I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I want to do something for her. But what?”

124.       “There’s the usual things. Flowers, chocolates, promises you don’t intend to keep.”

125.       “There’s something I want to show you, but first, you have to close your eyes.”

126.        “I can’t believe it! I’ve never seen so many books in all my life!”

127.        “You don’t have time to be timid. You must be bold, daring.”

128.        “You care for the girl, don’t you?”

129.        “Are you happy here with me?”

130.        “If only I could see my father again, just for a moment. I miss him so much.”

131.         “This mirror will show you anything you wish to see.”

132.         “I release you. You are no longer my prisoner.”

133.          “You mean I’m free?”

134.         “Take it with you, so you’ll always have a way to look back and remember me.”

135.          “After all this time, he’s finally learned to love.”

136.          “That’s it then! That should break the spell!”

137.          “Why’d you go away? Don’t you like us anymore?”

138.           “He was raving like a lunatic! We all heard him, didn’t we?”

139.           “You don’t get much crazier than that.”

140.           “I might be able to clear up this little misunderstanding if you agree to marry me.”

141.           “One little word. That’s all it takes.”

142.           “He’d never hurt anyone. Please, I know he looks vicious, but he’s really kind and gentle. He’s my friend.”

143.           “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you had feelings for this monster.”

144.           “He’s no monster! You are!”

145.          “The beast will make off with your children! He’ll come after them in the night!”

146.         “We’re not safe ‘til his head is mounted on my wall! I say we kill the beast!”

147.          “If you’re not with us, you’re against us!”

148.          “We’ll lay siege to his castle and bring back his head!”

149.          “I knew it! I knew it was foolish to get our hopes up!”

150.          “Maybe it would have been better if she had never come at all.”

151.          “Warn the master. If it’s a fight they want, we’ll be ready for them. Who’s with me?”

152.          “Take whatever booty you can find, but remember the beast is mine!”

153.          “The castle is under attack!”

154.          “It doesn’t matter now. Just let them come.”

155.          “What’s the matter? Too kind and gentle to fight back?”

156.          “Were you in love with her? Did you honestly think she’d want you when she had someone like me?”

157.          “Don’t talk like that. You’ll be all right. We’re together now. Everything’s going to be fine.”

158.          “At least I got to see you one last time.”

159.          “Please. Please don’t leave me. I love you.”

160.          “I told you she would break the spell.”

161.          “Are they gonna live happily ever after?”

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last words

The following devotion is from Pastor Robert Morris.  Check out this devotion from the series “first” …

2 Corinthians 5:14 MSG

His love has the first and last word in everything we do.

Picture that perfect moment in your life. That time in your life so wonderful you wouldn’t change a single thing about it. A time when you said, “It doesn’t get any better than this!” Maybe it was your wedding day. Or it might have been after you received the job promotion you were fasting and praying about. It could have been a time when you were hanging out with close friends and having fun. Or maybe it was simply a quiet evening spent at home with your family and loved ones.

No matter how wonderful that moment was, it doesn’t even begin to compare to what God has in store for us. The final book of the Bible gives us a tiny peek into what He has planned: “Look! Look! God has moved into the neighborhood, making His home with men and women! They’re His people, He’s their God. He’ll wipe every tear from their eyes. Death is gone for good — tears gone, crying gone, pain gone — all the first order of things gone. … Look! I’m making everything new” (Revelation 21:3–5, msg). Think about it: no more tears, no more fear, no more pain or suffering. Everything brand new. How amazing is that!

Your life on earth is just preparation for greater things to come. It’s only the mere prologue to an incredible story that will continue for eternity. In his book, The Last Battle, C.S. Lewis paints a beautiful picture that wonderfully illustrates this. The scene takes place in the final chapter, “Farewell to Shadowlands,” where the lion Aslan (who symbolizes Christ) is reassuring his beloved friends that he will never send them away again:

“Have you not guessed? The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning.” As [Aslan] spoke … things began to happen that were so great and beautiful that I cannot write them. For them it was only the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world had only been the cover and title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read: which goes on forever: in which every chapter is better than the one before.

Once you catch a true glimpse of what God has waiting for you, your life will never be the same again. Because how much you have — money, cars, houses — doesn’t matter in God’s greater scheme of things. What really matters is how you live, how you spend each and every day — from the moment you’re born until the moment you die. What matters is whether you love God with all your heart, soul, mind and strength and whether you love others as yourself. Are you letting His love have “the fi rst and last word in everything” you do?

We need to stop living with a temporal perspective — that this present world is all there is — and begin living with an eternal perspective. David said, “Show me, O Lord, my life’s end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting is my life. You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before You. Each man’s life is but a breath” (Psalm 39:4–5, NIV).

In the end, all that matters is whether or not you put God first. Because just as everything begins with God, so everything ends with Him. Just as there was no time before Him, there is no time after Him. In the last chapter of the Bible, He says, “I am the Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End, the First and the Last” (Revelation 22:13). God has always been and will always be. Ultimately, whatever you choose to do for your glory will fade away like a vapor; only the things you do for God’s glory will endure. Colossians 3:1–4 (NLT) says, “Since you have been raised to new life with Christ, set your sights on the realities of heaven …. Think about the things of heaven, not the things of earth. For you died to this life, and your real life is hidden with Christ in God. And when Christ, who is your life, is revealed to the whole world, you will share in all His glory.”

Are you putting God first in every area of your life, every single day? Are you living your life in light of eternity?

What you do in life, echoes in eternity. ~ Gladiator

Hebrews 3:14 NLT

For if we are faithful to the end, trusting God just as firmly as when we first believed, we will share in all that belongs to Christ.

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You already know the drill, you choose the picture you resonate with the most - either 1, 2 or 3 (left to right) and you scroll down to your reading. Enjoy!

Picture 1 🟡

So my lovely people that chose the first pic, this is what your May 2022 will look like. First thing that I am seeing is an image of a big tree that you are sitting under, so this is a metaphor for your past. You are finally accepting and embracing some certain situations that happened a while ago and you are deciding to start this new month fresh and to look forward to better things. For some of you I see you might receive a random gift or some income from an uncle or a male in your family. Others are gonna win some sort of competition but regardless, I am seeing for everybody that you are getting a random income from somewhere. You might see a lot of ladybugs, take that as a sign that success is near around the corner for you. I am seeing this month you are going to be focused on work and achievements. And there is actually a lot you are gonna be doing because I am seeing fire and sweat and putting a lot of effort into something, investing in your future to word it better. So all the things you are going to do this May are going to contribute to your close future. I am not seeing you in the spotlight so much this May because you are going to be busy working on this but this shall not be a reason to be sad about because all the attention will be on you soon when this project or work whatever you like to call it will be done. You need to stay motivated this May, I see a lot of ups and downs and changes of moods. After all, this is a normal response since you are putting so much work and passion into it and it means so much to you. But it’s all worth it, and it will all gonna work out in the end. Some of you are really insecure about this new road you are taking and you think you wanna give up. Well, imagine yourself in a couple of years without having the thing you desire so much now, how do you feel in that scenario? If you feel blue and disappointed, that's because you need to continue working for your dreams. If you feel pulled in this direction it’s not for nothing, it’s your destiny most likely so don’t give up easily. You tend to discourage yourself at the smallest inconveniences that occur because you are a perfectionist and you can’t stand failure, but maybe you need to give failure a new definition and make it more about gaining more experience and being more aware rather than bringing you down and making you feel incompetent. I know it sounds silly and cheesy, but you need to be a little bit more optimistic about life and yourself and most importantly, you need to learn to be more gentle with yourself. You have strong ambition and a clear vision of what you want to do with your life, but you resist your little flaws too much, like just because sometimes things don’t go your way or you don’t do as much as you wished that day, doesn’t mean that you need to give up forever. You also care a lot about what people think, but to be honest with you, people don’t even know what your potential is currently, so you don’t even have to bother with them, just be patient with the process, have trust, ignore people’s reactions because they don’t matter now and keep working since this is the only way to get to your ideal life scenario. I can guarantee you will have a lot of success in the future since I am seeing the number 10 along with your reading. So stay focused on your goal this month, don’t let envious people disturb your peace and stability and get a healthier mentality about yourself and your goals, because you’ve got all you need to succeed you are just self sabotaging your way to the top. Learn to appreciate yourself more and celebrate small achievements. You are really not seeing your true potential for what it actually is because you judge yourself too much. Because of this self illusionment, you are not even seeing how bright your future actually is. This month, think big, dream big and really pour your soul into this goal of yours, it will all work out better than you can even think of right now. 

Picture 2 ⭐

My beautiful people that chose pile number 2, immediately as I started doing your pile, I was seeing number 4. If you are not familiarized with the meaning of number 4, that is of self fulfillment and self expression. So this is telling me, this month you’ll be really satisfied with your life and you’re mostly gonna lay back and enjoy. You really deserve to take a break from your work and clear your mind for a little bit. You did more than you think. There is a situation that you have in your mind currently and Spirit wants you to know that whatever it is, it will get fixed, it will work out and you don’t need to do anything about it because you already did all you could. You need to relax and enjoy what you have now. For some reason I keep hearing ,,There's something wrong with me,, like you are repeating this to yourself. I honestly don’t know why you’re seeing yourself as that because with my cards all I am seeing is that you did the right things, worked a lot to get here, learnt a lot and always remained righteous. For some reason you see less of yourself, you compare to other people a lot and you always feel like ,,you could’ve done more”, but honestly this mentality is just bringing you down and not getting you anything good in return. It’s good to be aware and see your flaws but you shouldn’t be too harsh. There is an on and off situation in your life involving one person you love that is stressing you out a lot. Please try to forget\forgive and move on from that because it is filling your life with karma and it’s making you feel like you are suffocating. Start enjoying the little things in your life, spend some time by yourself in nature if possible, and bring your pet too. Detach for a couple of days if you can, try to see things in a different perspective. Stop the persecution of the self, it’s burdening you down so much. You just need some air to breathe and to get away for a while from your problems so you can sort things out in your mind because currently everything feels too clogged. I am seeing good financial gain for you for the month of May. This month I want you to focus on your happiness, little things that make you glad you are alive and also focus on your health, mental and physical one. You are going through a massive transformation of the self. It might feel uncomfortable at first but it’s for the better as it is gonna help you grow tremendously. Don’t feel bad for who you are, in fact express yourself more, be exactly who you are and be proud and loud about it.

Picture 3 🐤

Hi to all the lovelies that chose pile number 3! For you in May I am seeing that you are gonna be working on something in regards to your career (you might’ve started yet) and you are going full speed about it like I keep hearing ,,easy, easy” as in your trainer or teacher telling you to slow down, because you still have a lot of time on your hands. You are really determined to get somewhere and you really know why you are there and why you are doing the things you are doing, and that’s really good you are a really conscious person, but on the other hand you need to take things easier, more humanly as in to not burn yourself out too quickly. You really have enough time to make your dream come true, you shouldn’t worry about that. Your teacher\trainer and parents, friends are really proud of what you are doing either if you are seeing this or not. You came a long way and the reward will be just as big as your efforts. You got the divine masculine and feminine in your reading and this can mean a lot of things to me. First, it can indicate that you are perfectly balancing yourself these days, you are doing the right things and you have both of the masculine and feminine energies in you. Second, this can be about love and a suggestion that your soulmate is coming through soon, so if this resonates with you, expect this in your life. And last but not least this can literally be two people in your life that represent a masc and fem duo, aka your parents in most cases. Your parents are proud of you and if you are not in contact, I feel like they want to reach out, if they don’t, it would be good for you to make the first step because I am seeing for some of you there is some sort of argument from the past or a communication problem that acts like a blockage in this situation and they might be really insecure about calling you first. But they would love to hear your voice. A lot of you are thinking of your past selves and what the past was like or what the present could’ve been if some things didn’t happen. It’s normal to introspect from time to time, but you know when it gets a little too much and it just makes you nostalgic and regretful and miserable about stuff, if you recognize this phase, please try to accept whatever happened and move on, focus on present and try to bloom a beautiful close future life. Be excited about life instead of remembering the things that you regret or wish you could change. Everything is best as it is right now and you’re doing a great job. This month for you will be about focusing on a more positive perspective about life and forgiving some certain people from your past including yourself. 

That’s all I had for you guys, I hope you enjoyed it and you resonated with it, I am sorry for the possible typos and I wish you a really really happy May. Blessings to yall!!

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Fragments - happy birthday Anitah!

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairings: past Liam x MC (Charlotte Brooks)

Song inspiration: If The World Was Ending by JP Sax & Julie Michaels

All characters belong to Pixelberry except for Charlotte Brooks and Sonia who belong to @ao719​.

Summary: Anitah did a one shot called Walked Through Hell where we follow Liam for a year after he and Charlotte say goodbye. I thought I’d write one that follows Charlotte.

-> this is part of the Full Disclosure series. There are some excerpts that are meant as flashbacks and dreams from @ao719​‘s mini series FD: The Beginning that will be italicized and indented. I did not write these excerpts.

A/N: Anitah. You live in the future and I am sleepy so I’m posting your bday fic right now because I couldn’t waaaaaait. I don’t want to write a huge blubbery mess of a paragraph about how I love you lot and I appreciate your friendship. That kind of paragraph would be embarrassing for me LOL just kidding, but I do love and appreciate you. The highlight of my day is getting a TikTok video from you or a picture with something hilarious on it or something that I will probably swoon over. Venting with you about ER nurses making me cringe with the shit they do LOL Sending songs back and forth and lyrics about certain stories of yours that I am obsessed with - it’s just the best. Thank you for being you and I hope you have a great day and many more years to come!

A/N2: Also, yes, I wrote Charlotte and I apologize in advance since it’s not even close to as great as how you write her LOL

It took a village because I am a hot ass mess. @dcbbw​ @burnsoslow​ @ofpixelsandscribbles​ @cocomaxley​ thank you for always being in my corner and helping an annoying me with this fic. Love you!

Warnings: angst; the weird things Charlotte Brooks tends to say, do, or attempt; adult language; vulgar and or sexual insinuations

Words: 4789 -> well it’s safe to say I got carried away 😫

I know, you know, we know, You weren't down for forever 

And it's fine

I know, you know, we know, We weren't meant for each other 

And it's fine

1 month

Charlotte Brooks was a damn mess. She felt as if her life had fallen apart and the fragments were floating around her, just out of her reach. She chose to stay in New York after saying goodbye to Liam. It was the hardest thing she had ever had to do, and every day she wondered if she made the right decision. Charlotte was heartbroken, but not in the way she had been after the coronation ball. With the King Father refusing to come forward to clear her name, coupled with being unable to find Tariq, Charlotte felt as if she had no choice but to leave Cordonia. Watching Liam marry Madeleine was out of the question and she refused to do it, no matter how much she loved him.

“But I think it’s clear now that you were only mine to love … never mine to keep. And as much as it’s going to break me … I have to walk away … I have to let you go, Liam …”

Her words haunted her on repeat the first couple of weeks. Her freezer was stuffed to the brim with Chunky Monkey ice cream and her kitchen was full of cookies, brownies, and cake. She missed him. Her heart ached every single day, and everything about New York reminded her of him. Charlotte would see him whenever she would walk around her neighborhood to clear her head. When she went back to the bar she used to work at to get her job back, she saw Liam, Drake, Max, and Tariq in the booth, laughing and joking with each other. It was like a flashback that Charlotte had no control over. When she enrolled for the last few credits needed at Fordham for her journalism degree, she thought she saw Liam outside the registrar’s office, hands in his pockets, grinning proudly at her.

This is fucking crazy. I’m going crazy. Charlotte rubbed her hand over her eyes and the image of Liam disappeared. She let out a breath and fought the urge she had every day for the last 30 days to call him. After getting a quick lunch, she found herself walking, and only tripping twice without falling, but to where she had no idea.

Moments later, her eyes widened as she realized where her legs and brain took her. It was the pier overlooking the Hudson, where she waited with Liam all that time ago for a ferry to the Statue of Liberty. Charlotte walked toward the railing and gripped it with both hands, her knuckles turning white. The haze from the cloudy day in New York sat grimly over the water as she watched the waves hit the pier over and over.

Liam finally looked down at Charlotte with a grateful smile. “Thank you, Charlotte. I can’t tell you how much it means that you would go out of your way to make this a reality for me.”

Charlotte gasped and blinked rapidly as the flashback hit her. She remembered how she wanted to kiss him that night so she stepped back and almost fell over, like a clumsy idiot. But that kiss though … When he kissed her, everything felt so right.

Stop. She chastised herself for thinking about kissing Liam Rys. Why did she even come to see Lady Liberty anyway? Charlotte realized that she had tears running down her cheeks and she swiped them away with a growl.

2 months

This is a new low, Charlotte thought to herself as she sat on her couch in her living room, surrounded by all kinds of chocolates, sweets, and candies. In her lap, she had a large container of Chunky Monkey, on the TV, If Only played on Netflix, and in her depressed state all she did was cry.

I have to tell you this and you need to hear it. I loved you since I met you, but I wouldn't allow myself to truly feel it until today. I was always thinking ahead, making decisions soaked with fear ... Today, because of you ... what I learned from you; every choice I made was different and my life has completely changed ... and I've learned that if you do that, then you're living your life fully ... it doesn't matter if you have five minutes or fifty years. Samantha if not for today, if not for you I would never have known love at all ... So thank you for being the person who taught me to love ... and to be loved.

“He loves you, Samantha,” she wailed as she shoved more ice cream in her mouth. “He has loved you since he met you.”

Charlotte’s eyes fluttered shut and a still shot of Liam smiling down at her, his hand outstretched to show her the garden maze flashed through her brain. She dropped her spoon on the floor, causing her to jump. Her eyes flew open. “Oh fudgesicle, that was a waste.”

3 months

Charlotte kept busy with school and work and didn’t dare go to Liberty Island nor the pier on the Hudson again; it hurt too much. She was still getting flashbacks though, and the last one was of Liam teaching her to ice skate in Lythikos -- sort of -- she still fell on her face. Charlotte remembered Liam’s laugh and it made her giggle and cry at the same time just thinking about it.

She had begun to intern at the Herald and was hoping to use that experience to apply for the New York Times. Charlotte had met someone that already worked there named Sonia while getting her morning latte at Coffee Brew House. Sonia bought her another cup of coffee because Charlotte had gotten her heel stuck in one of the cracks on the tile floor and spilled hers in her hair.

Charlotte changed her phone number but still kept Max, Drake, and Olivia’s contact information; she didn’t have the heart to delete them. When she wasn’t studying or working, Charlotte watched If Only and wept, sometimes throwing things at her TV or both.

Her phone rang on the couch cushion next to her and she saw Daniel’s face on the screen. “Talk to me.”

“Hey, are you sitting there watching that dumb movie again?”

“You betcha,” she sniffled and shoved a chocolate chip cookie in her mouth.

“I’m coming over.”

“No, I’m-” Charlotte heard the line go dead and rolled her eyes.

About 15 minutes later, Charlotte heard a key rattle around in the lock and the door flew open. “Your best friend is here!” Daniel walked inside, arms in the air, wearing an orange velour tracksuit.

“You are not my-” Charlotte began to snort. “Oh my God, what the fuck is that?”

“Laugh it up,” Daniel motioned for more. “I did this to cheer you up. You’ve been a hot mess since-”

“Don’t!” Charlotte shook her head vehemently. “We no longer speak of that.”

“Fine.” Daniel shook his head, knowing Charlotte would want to talk about it later on after several more spoonfuls of ice cream. He slumped onto the couch next to his friend and picked up the remote control off the couch cushion. He looked over when he heard more snorting. “What now?”

Charlotte couldn’t contain her giggles. “You look … like a … homeless pencil!” She threw her head back in loud laughter.

4 months

Charlotte was angry. It was one of the steps of grief, right? Depression came first, now it’s anger. Okay, but to be fair, she’s either sad, angry, or laughing like a lunatic. She was at her computer, typing away, alternately eating her ice cream and looking over what she had written.

A nobility social season refers to the traditional annual period when it is customary for members of a social elite society to hold balls, dinner parties, and charity events. The social season has always played a role in the political life of the countries that host such events. But the season also provides an opportunity for once of age women to be formally introduced and presented before the men of nobility. Take, as an example, the small country of Cordonia that lies in the Mediterranean.

I was fortunate enough to be asked to travel to Cordonia to compete for a Prince’s hand during his social season.

Or so I thought …

The cursor blinked at her, waiting for her to put in the next paragraph or so. No. Charlotte moved to delete the whole thing entirely. Her finger froze over the delete button and she stared at her words with narrowed eyes, then she shrugged and continued to type. This will never see the light of day anyway.

5 months

Daniel, Charlotte, and Sonia were sitting in a booth at the small hole-in-the-wall bar that the two used to work at months earlier.

“So,” Sonia took a sip of her drink. “You met him here.”

Charlotte nodded and took a large gulp of her wine.

“She lost our bet and met four hot guys,” Daniel scowled as he tipped his head back and finished his beer.

“They were hot,” Charlotte smirked and thought back to how she ran into Liam and fell mere seconds after meeting him.

“What’s he like?” Sonia studied her friend’s face, wondering if she should have asked that.

The first time Liam brought her to the hedge maze on Charlotte’s first night in Cordonia flashed through her mind.

He’s got really big hands. You know what they say about guys with big hands …

Charlotte took another sip of wine. “His hands were so big and warm,” she said dreamily. “I wanted to fall asleep in them like Thumbelina.” Daniel and Sonia threw their heads back in laughter as Charlotte’s eyes widened. “Oh my God, I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“Big hands means big … feet,” Daniel snorted as his laughter got louder.

“And socks,” Sonia added through another bout of giggles. “Also penises.”

Charlotte’s hands were over her face in embarrassment. “I got drunk that first night … when I … said goodbye.”

“Don’t blame you, babe,” Sonia gave her a small smile.

“I wrote out these texts to him all night but thank God I had enough sense to not send them,” she dug out her phone from her purse and handed it to Daniel.

“You?” Daniel’s brow arched. “Enough sense? Doesn’t sound like Charlotte Brooks.”

She flipped him off.

Daniel scrolled through Charlotte’s texts, Sonia looking over his shoulder. “You wrote to Liam and said, ‘I miss the way your hand smells?’”

Sonia snorted.

“Did you just write a whole Jewel song here?” Daniel’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Oh!” Sonia exclaimed. “Is it You Were Meant For Me?”

Charlotte was starting to think this was a mistake.

Daniel’s brows furrowed. “You wanna buy a goat with him?”

Charlotte snatched her phone away from him in a huff and deposited it back in her purse. “Some friends you guys are,” she mumbled.

6 months

Sonia and Charlotte walked down the sidewalk to meet Daniel for a drink.

“Look!” Charlotte pointed down an alleyway where two bums seemed to be fighting over a bag of food.

“Let’s go, Char!” Sonia pulled her friend’s hand quickly past the tussle. “We don’t want them thinking we have food or money for them.”

Charlotte had stopped walking and her eyes rolled back and before shutting.

Charlotte yelped as they slammed into the dresser before hitting the wall. She watched as Drake shoved Tariq away from him and his fist came across his jaw, knocking him to the ground once again. “I believe she told you to leave!” Drake barked. 

“Look, this is clearly just a misunderstanding on your part, Drake,” Tariq said, rising to his feet as he rubbed his jaw.

“There’s nothing about me telling you to leave and using the word no that you should misunderstand, you fucking creep!”

“Charlotte!”

She opened her eyes with a gasp, her hand on her chest as she heaved for air, her eyes filled with tears. She hadn’t even thought about the reason she and Liam didn’t end up engaged after all this time; Charlotte purposely pushed the memory down so that she would forget. If Drake didn’t come to my rescue, her breath hitched. She kind of missed talking to Drake, their banter, their back and forth shit-talking, their friendship was one of a kind. He was like her annoying big brother that protected her even when Liam wasn’t around, even though she always ended up physically hurting him one way or another. She supposed that was friendship, right?

“Charlotte! Are you having a stroke?”

“Oh,” she blinked and Sonia’s concerned face came into focus. “I’m just … a crazy person. I’m fine,” Charlotte smiled. “Let’s go before Daniel throws a fit we’re late.”

7 months

Standing in a line at a coffee shop, waiting to put in her order, Charlotte was pulled into a conversation by the man behind her. He was tall with blonde hair and blue eyes; she didn’t even reach his shoulders with heels. Charlotte’s mind flashed and she saw Liam for a moment, then shook her head slightly.

“I’m Carson, and you are?” His hand went out towards her.

She accepted the handshake but found herself disappointed. He doesn’t have an accent. Charlotte made brief small talk until it was her turn to order. She quickly paid and then speed-walked -- don’t fall, don’t trip, don’t embarrass yourself -- over to Sonia at the other side of the counter. The owner of the shop removed all the rugs from the floors and had a sign up that read ‘Number of days fall free for CB’. It was Sonia’s idea. Charlotte glared up at the sign. That bitch had to put my business out there. Her record was three days.

“Hey,” Sonia nudged Charlotte with her elbow. “I thought you were hitting it off with that guy.”

Charlotte gave her a look. “Why would you think that?”

“He was giving you googly eyes!”

“No, he wasn’t, and … he’s not my type,” Charlotte looked around and hoped he didn't stand next to her to wait for his order.

“Not your type?” Sonia arched her brow. “Blonde hair, blue eyes, really tall … he checks the boxes, Char.”

He’s not Liam. That's a big box to check. “I, um … hedidnthaveanaccent.”

Sonia leaned closer, pretty sure she just heard what she heard. “I’m sorry, what?”

Charlotte let out a breath then whispered, “He didn’t have an accent.”

Sonia threw her head back in laughter.

“Will. You. Shut. Up.” Charlotte hissed and pinched her friend’s arm.

“I’m sorry, but he does have an accent.”

Charlotte gave her side-eye.

“It’s just a New York accent,” she smirked. “Nobody here is going to sound like Liam.”

Charlotte sighed. “I don’t expect everyone here to sound like Liam.”

“Sounds like you do.”

“Well, I don’t.”

8 months

Daniel wouldn’t take her “sorry excuses” and set her up with some guy from his gym. Since when did Dan go to the gym? She thought as she narrowed her eyes at the hotdog cart she was instructed to stand next to. The fire from the grill on it reminded her about the time she set the hot tub on fire in Lythikos. Her cheeks reddened at the memory, because moments before, Liam’s hand was … never mind. Charlotte shook her head to try to erase the thoughts. With a huff, she fixed a bored expression on her face and waited … and waited. After ten minutes, Charlotte looked at her watch and sighed. I am going to squeeze Daniel’s trachea.

A blonde man jogged over and right up to Charlotte. Her neck tilted to the side at him and she couldn’t stop her bewildered expression. He wore basketball shorts that were … very short and a black mesh gym tank top and smiled brightly. “Hi! Are you Charlotte? I’m Brock!” Of all the douchebag names …

“Yes, I’m Charlotte, nice to meet you,” she plastered a fake smile and took note that this guy was a good three inches shorter than her, and she had flats on. What the damn hell happens when I wear heels? I am going to be the Jolly Green Giant, she scowled as Brock continued to talk about himself. Jolly Green Giant … giant … Liam. Her eyes widened at her thoughts. She blinked once and tried to push thoughts of Liam out of her mind. Charlotte focused on this shorty in front of her, talking on and on about his investment in a small gym down the street. “He’s like, stopped blinking. He’s just got this crazy energy. Is that normal? Is this what people on drugs look like?”

Brock had stopped talking.

Charlotte’s hand clamped over her mouth. “Oh! Oh noooo, I uh … any chance you didn’t hear that?”

“Everyone always asks if I’m on drugs!” Brock yelled as he threw his hands up in the air and walked away.

“Sorry!” She called out after him. When he kept on walking, she shrugged and got in line for a hotdog.

9 months

Charlotte needed a breather. She walked up to her apartment from the cab and sighed at her feet aching in her heels. She knew Sonia and Daniel meant well, but the guys they were trying to introduce her to every time they were out were not the business. One wore a patch over his eye because he loved pirates, another had a change-maker attached to his belt and was showing it off to everyone in the bar, another man looked like the actor Armie Hammer and Charlotte thought she was going to faint. When she found out it wasn't Armie, she lost interest, then proceeded to trip and landed face-first into his crotch.

Charlotte knew that a sane person would move on, would try to start dating as a normal woman would, but she didn’t want to move on. She didn’t want to start dating. She wanted Liam and she wondered if he thought about her sometimes. She was so lost in her thoughts as she walked into her place that she didn’t realize the shower was running in her bathroom. Charlotte kicked off her heels, padded into her bedroom, and narrowed her eyes.

“What the actual fuck?” Her eyes widened. “Oh my God, someone is here to rape me!” She quickly snatched her lamp off the bedside table and unplugged it, holding it up like a weapon. The door to the bathroom opened, the steam blinding her for a moment and she screeched, “Die!”

“Ahh!” Daniel screamed, naked as a blue jay. “Charlotte!! I told you I was going to shower here!”

She dropped the lamp onto the floor and quickly covered her eyes like the sight of him blinded her. “Where are your clothes, Dan?! What kind of person waltzes out of someone else’s bathroom naked?!” Charlotte stormed out of her room, or tried to, and ran right into a bedroom wall. “Ow.”

“Are you-” Daniel was at her side immediately.

“No!” Charlotte waved her arms in the air like she was going to karate chop her friend. “No touchie while nakie!” Daniel stifled a laugh as she stood carefully, eyes still shut tightly, and felt her way out of the room. “Fucking get a towel!”

Sonia walked into the apartment. “What’s with all the yelling?”

Charlotte flung her arm out towards her bedroom. “Daniel decided to shower and then walk out into the room naked! I saw his peepee and bubbles!”

“Are you five years old? Who says ‘peepee’ and ‘bubbles?’” Sonia demanded. 

“I had a date to get ready for and they shut off my water,” Dan strolled into the living room with his jeans pulled on but not buttoned, his shirt dangling from his shoulder as he dried off his hair.

“That’s my towel,” Charlotte whined. “Seriously?”

Sonia shook her head and turned to shut and deadbolt the door. “Something is wrong with both of you.”

Charlotte sat on the couch, Sonia sitting next to her as they talked about Dan’s planned date and Charlotte’s lack of interest in dates. “I told you guys, I don’t want to see anyone right now, I just want to work.”

“You don’t want to see anyone because all you see is Liam,” Sonia pointed out. “I’m trying to help you see other people.”

“She compares every guy to Liam,” Daniel stated. “You overthink way too much, Char, if you were a man you’d have a very hard time getting an erection.”

Sonia wrinkled her nose. “Wait, you have a theory about that?”

10 months

“But I also know the weight of the crown. It’s heavy … and I don’t want to place that burden on you if you’re not ready … or if you don’t want it.”

Liam felt Charlotte’s hand on his cheek, and he glanced back up just as she leaned in, pressing her lips to his. They parted a moment later and she smiled at him. “It wouldn’t matter what world we were in … or what job you had … I want to be with you, Liam. No matter what.”

Charlotte gasped and sat straight up in bed. Her hair was in every which way, she had dried drool on the side of her mouth, and her chest heaved for air. She still saw images of Liam in the city, but now she was having dreams of their time together during the social season and the engagement tour.

She climbed out of bed and padded to the bathroom. “I’m a fucking crazy ass,” she mumbled to herself. “I thought I was off before but now it’s confirmed.”

The morning shower made her feel a little better but still sleepy and she walked out into the living room, Daniel and Sonia sitting on her couch. Charlotte screamed. “What the fuck!”

“Hi, Sleepyhead,” Sonia said in a singsong voice. “It’s eleven in the morning, we thought you died.”

“Eleven in the-” Charlotte looked at the clock on the wall with widened eyes. She never slept in late.

“So here we are, to save the day,” Daniel stood from the couch, put his hands on Charlotte’s shoulders, and shook gently. “You okay?”

“Well, now that people have broken into my apartment and scared the crap out of me, I’m great.” She moved away from them into the kitchen, where a cup of coffee was waiting for her. Charlotte smiled and grabbed it, her first sip clearing the fog in her brain. “Thanks for the coffee,” she shot a knowing look to Sonia and sat next to her.

“I wanted to tell you something,” Sonia smiled as Charlotte nodded. “You got the job at the Times.”

“What?!” Charlotte squealed, almost spilling coffee on herself. “Really? Why didn’t your boss call?”

“Andrew did call, but someone was getting their beauty sleep,” Sonia’s brow was arched. “I covered for you and said you were probably at the Herald working with some no-named reporter and missed his call.”

Charlotte let out a relieved sigh. “Thank you, I’m going to call him back!” She set her coffee down onto the table, jumped up off of the couch, and jogged to her bedroom. Sonia and Daniel almost immediately heard a loud thump.

“Char?”

“I’m okay!”

11 months

They parted a few moments later, both breathless, and Liam took her left hand in his. Charlotte saw him smile as his thumb and forefinger played with her bare ring finger.

“Why are you smiling like that?” she chuckled.

Liam’s smile grew into a full-blown grin as he let out a laugh that sounded almost like disbelief. “Because in about 20 minutes, you’re going to be my fiancée.”

Charlotte lay in bed from a deep sleep, tears streaking down her cheeks. It had been 11 months since she last saw or spoke to Liam or anyone in Cordonia. It was something she had been adamant about because opening up that box would probably have killed her emotionally. She knew she would love Liam for as long as she was breathing, but love isn’t a feeling. Love is what you do despite what you feel. Love is fighting for the good of someone else, even if you never see the value or the sacrifice you made for them. Liam Rys would never be hers to keep and she stood by that. Charlotte worried she made the wrong decision in the beginning, letting go of the love of her life. But now, she knew she did the right thing. She wanted him to be happy, and she hoped he was.

Like she did every morning, she wiped her tears away, slid out of bed, and sleepily walked to the bathroom. Her friends were trying to set her up on blind dates even after she said she didn’t want to. Charlotte thought about her last conversation with Sonia the night before.

“What happened to the guy at the bar?”

Charlotte arched her brow at her friend. “What do you mean?”

“You both were chatting it up and then I saw his face when you walked away. What did you say to him, Charlotte?”

“I said have a good night!” She snapped.

Sonia stared at her.

“He didn’t smell … right,” Charlotte chewed on the inside of her cheek as she looked at anything but her friend.

Sonia’s expression turned confused. “Did he smell like a ball sack?”

“Not … exactly,” Charlotte pursed her lips. “Also, what would a ball sack smell like?”

Sonia gave her a stern look. “Don’t change the subject,” she pointed a finger at her accusingly. “He didn’t smell like Liam, did he?”

Charlotte sighed. “No, he didn’t.”

“Come on, just some diddles, you haven’t been diddled in almost a year, Char!” Sonia’s eyes were wide. “You’re heartbroken, not dead!”

“I’m just … not into it,” she sniffled and ignored the sting in her eyes. “All these guys remind me that they’re not Liam,” she whispered. Charlotte gulped her wine and grimaced as she swallowed. “I’ll be okay … hopefully sooner rather than later.”

12 months

I thought I said no to blind dates, why am I here? Charlotte thought to herself as she gripped her clutch in her hand. She wore heels this time, to ensure whoever was showing up was taller than her. A blonde-haired man sauntered up to her; he was dressed in a white polo shirt, dark blue dress pants, and loafers. Charlotte’s eyes traveled up his body and took in his blue eyes. Don’t think about Liam, don’t think about Liam.

“Hi,” he gave her a soft smile and held out his hand. “My name is Asher. Charlotte, I presume?”

“Yes,” she reached out to shake his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“I must say, you have a nice neck,” his smile grew wider as he stared at the hollow of her throat.

Her brows furrowed. “I’m sorry?”

“Your neck,” he bit his bottom lip as he continued to stare. “It’s nice.”

Charlotte narrowed her eyes at him. “Aw really? Not my knuckles or the skin behind my ear?”

Asher’s eyes flew up to meet hers. “Well, I’m sure those are very attractive areas as well.” She felt his eyes rove over her and she felt like she had bugs crawling on her body as she watched him. Then, to her horror, he reached down to adjust himself.

Her patience snapped. “Oh my God, are you having a Groundhog Day situation going on?”

Before he could answer, Charlotte heard her phone chime in her clutch and her eyes widened with an idea. “Excuse me, I need to take this.”

With a nod from Asher, she stepped away, put her phone on silent, and pretended to make a phone call. “Sonia? What’s wrong? … An emergency?! Oh my God, what happened?! … Okay, I’ll be right there!” With a smirk, she put her phone away and walked back toward the creep. “I am so sorry, but my friend Sonia called me with an emergency and I gotta go, bye!”

Not waiting for an answer, Charlotte speed walked away from a sputtering Asher, praying that she didn’t face plant as she made her exit. I am going to kill Daniel.

She slowed her speed and later found herself at the same pier overlooking the Hudson. There stood the majestic Statue of Liberty, and she smiled. It had been a year, a whole year without Liam, but she could safely say that the sight of Lady Liberty didn’t rip her heart out like it first did. Maybe … just maybe … she was going to be okay. “I miss you, Liam,” she whispered out into the wind and it carried her words towards Lady Liberty. “I hope you’re doing okay.”

It's been a year now, I think I've figured out how

How to think about you without it rippin' my heart out

I know, you know, we know, You weren't down for forever 

And it's fine

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[buckybarnesdiaries]

bucky barnes x reader. masterlist.

part 1 — part 2 (soon)

a / n. this is a series of 15 mini-drabbles to celebrate the 500 followers' milestone, based on one word for each story. this first part contains 8, and the next one contains 7. it was supposed to be posted one story per day, but by that way, it'd take me to last an eternity to post other works / requests.

words. 1.533.

warning, tags. none, just a bunch of fluffy and cute situations with bucky.

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necklace;

It was the first time since you started to date that Bucky had to leave for a mission. Neither of the two of you knew when he'd be back, and that got you worried than ever. You were conscious of what he did for a living when you met him, but you couldn't help but feel scared. Next to the front door of your apartment, Bucky left his backpack on the floor, leaning to cup your cheeks on his palms and kiss your lips tortuously slow.

“I'll be okay, (Y/N)”. He murmured keeping his eyes closed.

“You better”.

Your hidden threat made him giggle. The soldier felt goosebumps bristling his skin as your fingertips toured his neck blindly, just to put in place the chain of his necklace. But soon, Bucky stopped your moves to take it off from him and place his dog tags on you.

“I'll come back for them”. He promised, fixing his pale blue orbs on yours, holding your hands to bring them to his lips and place fond kisses on every knuckle of both. “I love you, don' forget it, okay?”

“I won't... How could I, Buck?”

eclipsed;

Bucky was sweating, still not believing he was about to get married to the love of his life. He was on the altar, waiting for you and surrounded by all of your friends in common. Steve had had to help him with a panic attack he had suffered while dressing up, thinking that maybe you could change your opinion at the last moment. He couldn't blame you. But all those doubts vanished at the second you crossed the huge, heavy doors of the church. Your beauty eclipsed him, wearing a white lace wedding dress and seeming like you floated over the floor. Just like an angel.

His heart jumped. His oceanic eyes got covered in tears. A giggle escaped his lips, stretching a hand towards you, still praying it's not a dream. And you noticed the tension and the nervousness running his veins, leaning forward to kiss his cheek with all the love you felt for your future husband.

“Can't wait to say yes”. You whispered into his ear, causing Bucky to lace his arms around you and embrace you tight and tenderly. “I love you, James, from now and forever”.

sunset;

After his most recent nightmare and walking all grumpy from one side of another around your house, you decided to cheer him up only like you can do. With reluctance, you managed to get him out of your apartment and drag him to your car. Bucky was like a child, cross-armed, lips puckered and frowning annoyed. He tried to hide the fact that he had another nightmare to not worry you, but you weren't stupid.

Thinking that glimpsing the beach throughout the large front window would make him feel happier, your boyfriend just reclined himself on the seat, causing you to roll your eyes. That mood changed as soon as Bucky was sitting on the sand, between your legs, tho. His back was resting against your chest and his neck was wrapped by one of your arms, watching fascinated the sunset on the horizon. He wouldn't recognize it, but he felt much better hearing the waves crashing into the shore, while you stroked his scalp tenderly using the tip of your nails.

“You're welcome, grumpy mummy”.

clingy;

You didn't want to drink, but Sam and Sarah wanted to celebrate that the family business was picking up. On another occasion, you wouldn't mind, but Bucky was there. So, when everything started to spin around, you lead your clumsy steps to the edge of the harbor, having a sit there and let the soft breeze help you.

“Stop”. You heard from behind.

“Uh?”

“You're stealing my antisocial personality”. Bucky chuckled, taking a seat by your side. “What's up? Why are you here all alone?”

“Truth or lie?” You asked tilting your head towards him, raising both eyebrows.

“Truth”. He scoffed as if it wasn't obvious.

“I'm too clingy when I'm drunk”.

“Can't see the problem there”.

You chuckled, shaking your head inevitably, causing him to pucker his lips with a funny grimace.

“What?”

“Tru—”.

“Truth”.

“I've been all night wanting to rub your beard”.

Bucky exploded in loud laughter, not believing your words until you put your hands on his jawline. “God... It's so soft”.

His laughs increased, causing you to burn in shame. “No more drinks for you, ma'am...”

But the fact was that he turned to you, so it could be easy to caress his face.

safe;

Bucky was deadly tired on the sofa, warmly cuddled between your arms. A while ago, he stopped to pay attention to the movie, turning his back to the TV to hide his exhausted expression on your chest. You placed the cozy blanket over your bodies, making sure it covered both of you, being aware that tonight you'd sleep there. You felt sorry just at the thought of waking him up, seeing him peacefully breathing and his face more relaxed than the last few days.

Shutting off the TV and stretching an arm above your head, you turned off the small lamp on the auxiliary table close to the sofa, before getting comfier by Bucky's side. Your boyfriend purred delighted, still sleepy, as your fingers got tangled on his hair and started to scratch his scalp slowly, urging you somehow to place a leg over his waist, so he could settle between both a little more closely.

“Feel better?”

“I feel safe”. He replied in a low breath, to exhale the sweet scent concentrated on your neck.

“You're safe, James. You're at home”. Your calmed tone made him sigh, snuggling you strongly.

stay;

You snapped awake because of some knocks on the front door. Tossing the sheets to a side of the bed, you grabbed the gun under your pillow. It was stupidity. If somebody wanted to kill you, that would be the last thing they'd do: knock the door. You walked slowly, step by step, through the main hallway aiming to the door, more than ready to shoot your assailant.

“It's... Bucky”. You heard from the other side.

Sighing in relief and closing your eyes for a split second, you left the weapon on the dinner table in the living room. Not doubting on opening the door, you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when you noticed the reddened mark around his left eye and cheek.

“Can I, uh... stay tonight with you?” Bucky inquired, licking his upper lip ashamed, bowing his eyes down to his boots covered in dust.

“C'mon, Sergeant”. You invited him to walk in, using such a sweet tone, while holding his cold hand.

He looked like shit but felt much better when his arms got wrapped around your waist and middle-back, hiding his face into your neck. Kicking the door shut, you embraced him tighter to your body.

notebook;

You were lying on the opposite side to Bucky on the sofa, but keeping your legs tangled. It was a rainy evening with nothing to do and you decided to start to read the book you bought last week. Your boyfriend was silently doing something in a notebook. Maybe writing memories, maybe doodling, you didn't know. But the third time you caught him staring at you, you had to ask.

“What?”

“Uh... nothing”. He whispered focused on the paper in front of his eyes.

“Whaaat?” You kicked his right leg with your bare foot causing him to chuckle.

“Nothing!” Bucky replied using the same playfully tone of voice.

Putting the book on the coffee table, you sat up to lie on top of him, cuddling between his legs and resting your head on his chest. Glancing to the sketch of yourself he was drawing, you raised your heart-eyes to his. It was such a piece of art. The drawing and Bucky. Both.

“I learned in Romania. It kept me sane sometimes”. He confessed, leaning to place a kiss on your forehead. “I want to remember you forever”.

marshmallow;

“Truth or dare?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, leaning on the table just like you did, challenging him. He was trying to read your mind to figure out which were your intentions.

“Dare”. He answered firmly.

“Put twenty marshmallows in your mouth”.

The soldier stared at you in silence, watching him lick his inner cheek and push it with the tip of his tongue. He nodded his head then, grabbing the plastic bag without losing eye contact, to start to place —one by one— the sweets into his mouth. In less than thirty seconds, he looked like a squirrel with his cheek swollen. Bucky squinted at you again, triumphant.

“Hold on, I need to capture this moment”. You laughed, catching your phone to take a picture.

When the flash went off, he spitted a marshmallow like a shotgun. And you couldn't help but laugh.

“C'mon, Bu—”.

You didn't finish the sentence, being hit by another marshmallow slightly wet because of his saliva. Your grimace turned into a funny disgust, grabbing it back to throw it to his face.

“You're like a five years old in a body fos— STOP!” You ended up giggling as he spitted you the third one.

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[spongebob-connoisseur]

you've likely answered this but do you own any spongebob merch?

Actually no I haven't ever gotten an ask like this! Surprisingly ain't it?

Ahh yess I've been waiting my whole life for this. I actually feel a little embarrassed since it's a lot. But anyways I'll let ya look at my wall of shame™

Due to SB's decline in popularity over the past 10 years its been getting harder and harder to find merchandise unless you got it from online. So because of that, I have a large stack of spongebob stickerbooks/activity books/coloring books. Anyone got suggestions as to what to use the stickers for?

There's stuff I found second hand which is a SB tv, dvd player, clock, and that phone. The tv didn't work before but now I got it to work.

A LOT of plushies. Coolbob with the shades, the infamous farting spongebob plushie, also a cutie patootie heart shaped spongebob plushie just to name a few. Some plushies I got when I was a patient at a children's hospital. Since sometimes they'd give ya stuff and I'd only pick SB. Those are really old and beat up now but I still adore them.

Tho my favorite is an invincibubble plush because the 2nd movie is my all time favorite. I got that second hand.

I have like 3 mugs for some reason? 1st one was a gift from long ago tho it chipped so I use it as a paint cup. The 2nd one I found that's shaped as spongebob. Its too cute to use. 3rd is a Mrs. Puff boating school mug. Its not microwave safe hence why I don't use it. Tbh I'm scared to use it because of that reason. Idk what would happen if you do decide to warm up some milk in it. Will it make your organs melt?? Someone tell me so I don't have to fear using it😢

I have seasons 1-3, the 3 movies, and seasons 9, 11, 12. The store I used to by DVDs from closed down. Just recently it occurred that I could buy them online but still, getting them in person you can get the original box art. The newer ones aren't as cool. Check it out! Its so detailed!!

Oh also I got some SB comics! And the art book 👀

Also a lot of figurines for some reason, I've just noticed. My favorite is the scaredypants one with his brain out. Because I think that's my favorite episode? Hard to pick a favorite episode from my favorite season but I think Scaredypants is my favorite.

I got magnets, cups, pins, buttons, keychains, wall art stuff. The krabby patty secret formula. Also a pack of SB pencils from 2007 that I'm too scared to open because its so old. I found it one day at the sketchy dollar store.

Also some shirts, socks, and a jacket and a bag. A blanket? It's not really big enough to use as a regular blanket. Usually I just put it over my shoulders and pretend to be a hermit.

I also have a calendar for this year. And I still have my SB calendar from 2016. Because it was so rare to find SB stuff so when I found that calendar I knew I would keep it forever. And I still am. I also sometimes repurpose the packaging on SB stuff. Make other stuff out of it since its still perfectly good. Though that's a little weird now that I think about it. But its useful. I got this little box thing that I keep a bunch of scrunchies and a hairbrush in.

I remember in high school, there was a girl who was really into Spongebob from my SAP class which is basically introduction to Sociology, Anthropology, and Psychology which sounds exciting but it's not.

Anyways I didn't find out until one time she was talking about how she dreamed of marrying spongebob. Which uhh I'm not going to touch on that since it's not the strangest thing I've heard from students from that school. But up until that moment I always thought she was too cool™ and mature™ so it was pretty funny and made me feel comfortable talking to her since we share interests and she went on and on about how much she adored spongebob and how she had blankets, notebooks, pretty much everything spongebob. And I was so jealous like gosh I wish I could do that. And now I've realized I did do that. Wack ain't it?

There was also a girl from one of my classes in University and she noticed the little SB plush dangling from my bag and we've actually became good friends over it? And she wore a SB sweatshirt one time and I was like "oh I have the same one!" And she said she wore it because she thought of me and gosh?????

Oh also one of my friend's had a little spongebob pin based off of the episode Pests of the West. Its shaped as a sheriff star. She gave it to me and I'm still so so so honored. It's so cooool. She has a SB keychain with her name on it which is so lucky. I know I'd never find that since ya kno,,,, my name isn't common.

Anyways with all this SB stuff, my room has no actual theme. I always wanted everything to be black™ and dark™ and edgy. And while I do have some spooky stuff™ spiders, bat shaped things, skeletons and whatever. It's a very unusual with that being overpowered by Spunchbop and I like that. One side got a giant dracula poster and the other side has a spongebob alter. There is peace in the universe.

I did wanted to share a picture of Glovey Glove on a summoning circle tho as a send off but I cant add anymore pictures to my post😔 but just know I will do it. Glovey Glove is an entity of such dark forces beyond our comprehension. It would induce madness just trying to imagine. He shall destroy our existing universe and everything after that. He is the bringer of the end. The causer of chaos to the miserable and bleak void known as space of which we exist in. Our speckle of rock known as Earth so carelessly floating through the emptiness, oblivious from the destruction the one known as Glovey Glove shall soon bring upon us. What a cutie!💖

So uhh yeah! Too bad I couldn't share pictures of anything but I think you've got a good idea. I got the bookshelf a few months ago to put my stuff in and it made me realize I have a loooot of spongebob stuff. Before everything used to be so scattered. Oh and just yesterday I added the heart stickers on it. Because I have a lot for some reason.

Hope you enjoy 👍

#Anyways now you can guess where that post about watching a horror movie on the SB tv was inspired by #Me wishing i could have a sleepover with my homies and watching The Craft on the sb tv #spongebob #spongebob squarepants #sb #spongebon squarepants #the spongebob connoisseur #spongebob meme #Spongebob merchandise

[punkpresentmic]

Traitor Aizawa AU Pt. 3 — 1, 2:

Shouta ran away in the middle of the night. When Hizashi woke up, it was to an empty bed, to fists pounding at their shared suite, to UA in lockdown. Hizashi was immediately forced outside & taken in for questioning.

Shouta had left Nezu a resignation letter, in his own unmistakable handwriting. It's blunt, concise, & it contains detailed descriptions & evidence of his betrayal. It makes no excuses for his actions & it does not discuss his motivations.

When Shouta visits that night weeks upon weeks later, he says nothing of the letter & nothing of his motivations. Shouta is silent as Hizashi sobs, dutifully keeping his Quirk erased as asked. It's been a pressure building on Hizashi for far too long, so when the dam breaks, there's no stopping it. It's an unwelcome but necessary catharsis—one he needs because of Shouta, one he can have because of him. Hizashi cries himself to sleep in his husband's arms.

& in the morning, again, he wakes up alone. It could have been a dream, but this time there's a note on his nightstand. It's painfully simple, the script rushed: I'm sorry I couldn't be here when you wake up. I'm sorry it has to be like this. I want to talk with you soon. I love you, Hizashi.

He should report this. Shouta betrayed UA, he's a wanted villain, & he expressed interest in taking Eri. Hizashi should turn in the letter.

Hizashi makes himself a coffee, & he sets the letter in front of him, & he stares at it blankly while the Sun rises slowly outside. The moment the light hits it, it's like the decision has made itself. Hizashi puts the letter through their paper shredder, tucks the pieces into his pocket, buys a muffin at a coffee shop, & throws half of them away in his napkin in one trash can, half of them in another down the road. He doesn’t tell a soul. Not Nemuri. Not Eri. Not Nezu.

He has to see Shouta again.

It’s two weeks before there’s another Shouta sighting. One day Hizashi comes home & senses the difference immediately. &, oddly, it's not a bad different. He knows exactly what it means. So, he takes off his gear in the entryway. Locks the door. Takes a few calming breaths before he calls into the apartment: “Honey, I’m home.”

He steps into the bedroom. Sure enough, Shouta is sitting on the bed.

Hizashi stops. He looks like shit. Exhausted, face sallow like he hasn’t been eating, eyes red & irritated like he hasn’t been using his eye drops. It occurs to Hizashi that his prescription probably ran out. He can remember the last time he picked up a bottle from the pharmacy; he’d teased Shouta about his 'special eyes' that regular eye drops don’t work on. “How did you know I was here.” His voice is rough too. Hizashi wants to offer him water, a meal, something. He hovers in the doorway.

“I’ve felt your absence since you left. Of course I know when it’s changed.”

Shouta says nothing. Hizashi relents slightly, asks him if he’s eaten. As expected, he gets a shake of the head. Hizashi turns on a heel, brings the both of them tea & leftover takeout. Shouta scrunches his eyebrows in confusion when Hizashi hands him what’s always Shouta’s order. Hizashi shrugs, nonchalant as if he didn’t take up ordering it after Shouta left. Shouta opens his mouth to speak, but Hizashi holds up a hand. “Eat.”

& they do, in silence. Shouta is positively ravenous. Hizashi has so many questions. So many questions. But he shares this strange meal with his husband, wordlessly offering Shouta what he doesn’t finish as well. Finally, Shouta clears his throat. “You didn’t tell anybody about me.”

Hizashi doesn’t have it in him to glare—to make any expression, really. It’s all very… heavy. Fragile. Ephemeral. Breakable. Dangerous. Wrong. Hizashi purses his lips. “You’ve got some ‘splainin’ to do.”

He winces. "Hizashi, I wish I could tell you everything, but I can't."

Hizashi swallows the emotions that rise like bile in his throat, a potent mixture of fury & nausea. He has little control of what falls from his mouth. “You know, somebody referred to you as my ex the other day.”

Shouta’s expression is pained. He shakes his head & pulls his wedding ring out from its necklace tucked away as always in his ratty costume. Hizashi almost laughs. When Shouta commits to something, he commits fully, with his whole chest. It’s why so much of this doesn’t make any goddamn sense. It all threatens to choke him, but he laughs around the lump in his throat & shakes his head too, taking Shouta’s hand & squeezing hard to imprint the indent of the ring he put there into his palm. “It’s just not right, man.”

This time, Hizashi takes a page from Shouta’s book & bumps their foreheads together like a cat. Hizashi offers a watery smile. Shouta lets his eyes fall closed, inhales deeply. “I know it was too much to ask in my letter for you to believe that I'm still the person you believe me to be, but…” Hizashi freezes and pulls back, causing him to trail off.

“Shouta… what are you talking about?”

A flash of confusion, then fear crosses Shouta’s face. “The first letter I wrote to you. When I… When I left.” Shouta’s eyes search his for any sign of recognition, clearly troubled when he finds none. “I wrote everyone in my class letters. & Nezu. & Kayama. Hell, even Yagi—do you really think I wouldn’t face you of all—”

“—Shouta. None of those people received letters. Besides Nezu. I read your… resignation letter. Saw the evidence you laid out so logically for him. But I…” Hizashi’s blood suddenly grows cold. “Shou, the police took me down to the station that morning & searched the apartment. I didn’t think they took anything.” His breathing picks up. “They never told me anything about a letter—”

Shouta is barely breathing. Finally, after a long pause he swallows. “Nezu. Nezu must have found his first & arranged for a search & seizure. He would have extrapolated there were more.” He wipes a weary hand down his face, shaking his head. “You never… None of the students…” He covers his eyes, which must be aching. Hizashi has never been hesitant to offer physical reassurance to Shouta Aizawa, but he hesitates here & hates that he does. He pulls Shouta close with an arm over the shoulders.

“It’s alright,” he lies. Shouta knows. “We can talk now.”

So Shouta reiterates what was in the letter: what he’s done, how he loves him, how he wouldn't leave or do this without him if he had a choice, how he intends to return when this is settled, how in the meantime he would trust nobody else to watch over his students & Eri, how he needs Hizashi to trust that he is who Hizashi knows him to be.

“How am I supposed to be certain of that?” Hizashi whispers when he’s done.

It hurts him, Hizashi can see that. But all of this hurts. “I don’t know how to answer that.” They’re still holding hands. “But I want to,” he adds. “I want to prove it to you.”

“I want that too.”

There’s a tension in the air as they hover, faces close, uncertain if it would be okay to kiss each other. They think better of it, pull back with small sighs.

Instead, they discuss Eri. Shouta has been watching from afar when he can safely. He knew how she was struggling with her Quirk. He saw the doctor visits that hadn’t improved anything. He wanted to help. He also knew that he couldn’t sneak into UA forever, that the instant UA caught wind of it security would render it impossible & arrange for his capture. But if she’s with him, he can still help.

Hizashi shakes his head. “Shou, wherever you’ve been, it’s nowhere fit for a child. Your Quirk helps her, but her support network is here at UA. You were part of that network. & now you’re not. She is not leaving UA.”

Shouta shrinks, & after a moment he nods. He was always one to listen to reason. Hizashi, again, has to relent. As far as he can tell, Shouta only wants what’s best for her & it’s killing him not to be able to participate in that. So Hizashi elbows him lightly & pulls up pictures on his phone of all Eri has been up to lately, some of the students also making appearances. He leans Shouta onto his shoulder. It’s a tender moment. Almost normal. But all too soon it has to end. It’s not safe for Shouta to stay the night & there’s a certain window of time he has to catch to slip past security.

Shouta says he’ll return. He squeezes Hizashi’s hand as he goes to the window—the hand with his ring on it. Promises.

(pt. 4)

#isaythings #fic #traitor aizawa au #traitor!aizawa #angst #erasermic #but wait! there’s more! <3 #i will keep talking abt this whether or not any1 asks abt it & that’s a threat fjdjdj #but you’re also welcome to ask abt it 👀👀 #in case it 👀👀 #inspires smthn 👀👀

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Reasons why RoTG is a AMAZING movie.

1) The quality: The quality of the movie is amazing, it’s almost like it was filmed in real life. The reason the quality surprised me so much is that this movie was released in 2012, which makes the quality outstanding based on the year it was released.

2) The unique designs of each character: DreamWorks did an outstanding job making each character unique in not only their appearances, but their personalities and backgrounds.

3) The diversity: When watching the movie, I noticed that a lot of the children that were in the movie. usually played by side characters, most of them had different races. I noticed that many movies back in 2000-2010 don’t usually feature many characters with different races. If you don’t know what Im talking about, here are some pictures

now i know these two characters didn’t get much screen time, but still.

4) The plot: The plot is very unique in my opinion and well thought out, we have our favorite childhood guardians fight one of the things we feared the most, the Boogeyman.

5) The characters powers: I love how each character represents a very unique power, either flight, tunnel / snow globe transportation, sand magic, or ice powers.

6) The book series: now, i have gotten the Guardians of Chilhood book series for christmas, and since i’m not much of a book worm when it comes to books that aren’t fanfiction, i love the series so far. i’m reading the first book and while reading it i’m constantly BOMBARDED with creativity, the author, William Joyce, is an incredibly talented and intelligent man.

7) The music: because RoTG is one of my hyperfixations, i tend to fixate on all the bits of the movie. the music that was featured into the movie is so...gorgeous...it truly melts me. my favorite song is “Still Dream” by Renée Fleaming, it was featured at the end of the movie when the credits were rolling.

8) Each of the guardians homes: ok ok, i know that the guardians don’t exactly have homes...rather, sanctuaries, but each are so unique. Bunny’s Warren:

Tooth’s palace:

Norths workshop:

(i would show you more, but i can only fit 10 pictures :,D)

9) The characters backgrounds: i can’t fit each description of each character because that would take FOREVER and take forever for people to read, but, if you would like to read about their backgrounds, consider checking the RoTG fandom wiki!!

10) The artists in the fandom: the fan art featured in this fandom is truly astonishing, the level of talent that these people has leaves me mesmerized, please consider supporting any fellow RoTG fan artist 🤍💙🤍

i hope you like this, and i might edit and add more bullets (:

#rise of the guardians #rotg

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your book sounds so good, i wish i could purchase it, even though i live in europe (and have zero money, so at the moment i have to wait)

Well, it'll be around forever, hopefully. ;)

[...] is it possible for an efj to be soc blind?

I would seriously raise my brows at it. Fe and social are interchangeable and carry many of the same traits.

[...] when i meet someone i already unconsciously made up my mind about this person and "decide" if i want them in my life or not, i do this since i was a child, i can feel if the other person deserves my trust or not, and already decided in advance if they were worth it, i don't choose to do it, i just "sense" if someone is off. idk if this makes sense but it saved me from a lot of troubles.

after giving it some more thoughts i understood that i am either an isfp or an infj, definitely a feeler. what would be the difference between isfp 1w2 and infj 1w2?

Se/Fi wants intense interaction with the environment -- to DO things rather than just dream about them; an INFJ can get lost in their head and have no interest in interacting with the sensory environment. Being a 1 won't change that. Watch Harry Potter. Dumbledore is an INFJ -- always seeing the huge picture, the master plan, and guiding others toward the future he wants for them (Ni and Fe); Harry is living according to his feelings in the moment, and letting that take him into immediate action (Fi and Se).

sorry for the bother and thank you for your help, it definitively helps a lot especially for people who don't understand themselves that much like me ♡

Most people have poor self-awareness, although you don't realize it until you are faced with self-typing! It's sometimes easier to point someone who knows you well to an outside source for comparison -- they see you more clearly than you see yourself, including in which areas you are "blind."

ISFPs, for example, have problems with Te -- not being rational, living so much in the moment they lose themselves to it and don't think about the consequences of their actions. INFJs have problems with Se -- not being realistic about life, proactive in getting what they want, and reinforcing their own wrongful assumptions rather than questioning them (self-feedback loop).

#question #mbti