#this was on accident if you can believe that

[dcvina-claires]

the year is 2006. you’re an avid fan of collegiate exy. kevin day recently transferred from the best team in the league to the worst after breaking his hand in a skiing accident. before the season starts, janie smalls attempts suicide. she’s a fox, so absolutely no one is surprised by this. however, this means that david wymack has to find a new striker. he picks up a neglected, unremarkable kid from millport. for some reason, this mysterious nobody thinks it’s okay to publicly humiliate riko moriyama, king of exy. apparently, neil josten and kevin day talk shit about riko all the time (this confuses you. kevin and riko are supposed to be best friends). not long after, seth gordon dies of an overdose. once again, it’s the foxes, so no one should be surprised, but something is… off. seth was clean, and it didn’t seem likely for him to throw it away. the foxes don’t get anyone to replace him. despite being short a player, they’re performing better than ever before. you don’t want to admit it, but neil josten can probably be credited with a lot of the foxes success. and something is off about that kid, too. he’s a 5’3 brunette with brown eyes, and then suddenly he’s not. he comes back from winter break with red hair and blue eyes, but more interesting than that is the number four tattooed onto his face, marked for the ravens, marked for the perfect court. the normal minyard twin murders someone in cold blood. neil josten is actually nathaniel wesninski. his father, the butcher of baltimore, tortures him and burns his tattoo off. the trojans throw away their shot at winning. kevin covers up his tattoo with a queen chess piece. he’s never been skiing, the theories behind what happened to his hand are endless. jean moreau transfers to the trojans. this isn’t helping with the abuse allegations. despite everything stacked against them, the foxes beat the ravens. for some reason, this is riko’s final straw and he kills himself. some people are blaming kevin and neil, but you personally believe that it’s a tad bit dramatic to commit suicide after losing one game. the rest of the ravens don’t seem to agree, as they’re all suddenly in the most fucked up game of “follow the leader” known to man. jean moreau is spotted being escorted from the foxes dorm room a bloody mess, but that’s only the beginning. one of the ravens stabs himself with a letter opener, another steps onto the subway tracks, and a third overdoses. it’s 2007, and you started saying that the ravens were in a cult as a joke, but you don’t know if it’s a joke anymore. you’re seriously starting to consider that your favorite sport was created solely as a front for the mafia

#all for the game #aftg #the foxhole court #tfc #the raven king #trk #the kings men #tkm #kevin day #david wymack #neil josten #riko moriyama #seth gordon #aaron minyard #jean moreau #the sunshine court #tsc

[teaboot]

Forgive me if you’ve already answered something similar but how do you deal with crushing guilt when you did fuck up but there’s not really anything you can do to like make amends or you’ve already done anything you could and still feel guilty?

Like I know the guilt isn’t productive at all, if anything it’s just paralyzing me, and mentally beating myself up over it isn’t actually helping anyone. But I don’t know where to go from there. Idk how to actually forgive myself, or at least be able to move on

CW FOR SELF HARM

Okay, so this is something I've had to work through for a very long time myself, and there's a few different strategies that I've used to cope and process with varying levels of success.

What I used to do was handle the "I've ruined everything and hurt people and am never going to be forgiven" feeling by hurting myself in a number of creative and stupid ways, from physical hurt (Everything you'd expect) to mental hurt (wallowing, speaking badly of myself, going over the bad thing over and over again in my head) to passive hurt (neglecting my health, not eating properly, failing to pursue good living conditions, letting others hurt me, deliberately wandering into risky situations) and despite any short-term relief or peace I got, none of it ultimately fixed anything.

At the end of the day, making myself suffer as retribution or apology didn't fix the thing I'd done and didn't make the guilt go away, and all it gave me was an additional sense of shame and isolation because now not only was I a garbage person, I was a garbage person with something to hide from my loved ones. Zero out of ten, do not recommend.

The stuff that DID help was harder and is going to sound stupid because *I thought it was stupid* until it worked for me.

First: Learn the difference between GUILT and SHAME.

GUILT is how you feel about your choices.

SHAME is how you feel about yourself.

"I was late to a date again, that was inconsiderate": GUILT. The issue can be resolved by analyzing the reason behind the action and planning steps to avoid repeating it in the future. Guilt is productive because it motivates us to improve our choices. Once you've corrected the behaviour, it's over.

A"I was late to a date again, I'm inconsiderate": SHAME. The issue can be resolved by asking ourselves:

What negative thing to I believe about myself?

What other experiences support this belief? What evidence do I have that the bad thing is true?

Do those previous experiences have anything in common? Where they actually proof of a personal lack, or did someone just tell me they were? Were my choices and actions understandable? Did I have a reason? Was I trying to hurt others, or was it a mistake, accident, or learning experience? Have I grown from that experience?

Can I forgive myself for the past? What do I need to do to forgive myself for those past events? Was I really at fault at all, or was it out of my control?

Accept that.

Your present traumas and shames often have roots in beliefs you had about yourself before the new shameful thing occurred. When you dig into resolving the issues that led to today, you can use those conclusions to work through tomorrow. This is something I learned in cognitive behavioral therapy.

There are a number of ways of unpacking these questions, but as I felt I was deliberately avoiding my thoughts and feelings, I chose to jump into them directly, and found it to be effective.

You can write things down, talk to someone, paint something, draw something, whatever. Whatever at all works for you.

My solutions was to find a comfortable place on the floor, sit down, close my eyes, and do box-breathing (in for 4, hold for 4, out for 4, hold for 4) while deliberately thinking about every upsetting memory attached to a specific bad belief that I could recall until I had nothing left to go over.

Judge and jury. Was I a bad person, or did I make a mistake? Did I have malicious intentions, or did someone accuse me of malicious intentions? Am I bad, or have I been conditioned to believe I'm bad? And at the end of it all, am I capable of better? Do I want to be better? And would a truly bad person care?

It was more emotional than I expected the first few times. Cried a lot, actually. But if I can liken it to a common feeling, it was like getting out of a very thorough shower and realizing you didn't know how dirty you were before.

The process sucks ass, no lie, but it's worth it. Like draining pus from a gnarly wound to get it healed up properly.

I'm not an expert, of course, but life has gotten better since I started. I'm better at forgiving myself, at least.

Also: Some people will never forgive others even for tiny things. Sometimes once you've done your best, you've just gotta say "fuck 'em". C'est la vie, mon amie.

Good luck, yeah?

♡

#Self harm cw #Guilt and shame

[owlyjules]

I love love LOVE your watercolour work! Are you still using the strathmore paper in your faq or have you switched to something else? (I’m shopping for new paper rn - trying to work out what’s a tool problem & what’s a me problem!). And would you every consider doing a little walkthrough of your process? Do you work in lots of thin layers? Your illustrations really evoke lovely stories so I’m always happy to see them. Have a great day!

hello!! Sorry It took so long to reply anon! To start, Thank you so much! Alright now about my matierial, Not much has changed but I am not using Hot press paper (Saunder Waterford Hot press 300g/140lb) the most nowadays!

Its very similar to the Hot press from Strathmore I liked so either are not a bad choice! (And cold press from both brand are still a perfectly good choice! especially if you want more texture in your paper!)

Now for my process! I normally start with colored pencils lines for all my art. You can choose one color or many! I try not to choose too dark of a colour so that it blends in better.

Then its paint time! Watercolour is all about layers! (Like Onions, Like an Ogre) Patience is key with watercolours! Believe me I still to this day add way to much water/paint because I am excited to do a certain effect or want to get that wash right. But there is always a way to make it work! Half watercolours for me is to work with the little accidents water or paint caused. So I start with a pale color (often a soft yellow or orange or a blue but Go wild!)

and then I build on it!

and you just continue to do that, waiting in between paint layers for them to dry (Or almost dry depending of the effect) . You can work on another section during that time, or (My favourite thing) just sit back and watch a long 4 hours video essay.:) Then once the paint is done I normally define and add some details with Colored pencils again! Then I scan the art and will adjust a bit or go full on mix media in procreate! It depends on the piece! And then you have the full piece! Hope this helps!

#my art #the ghosts are asking #anon #tutorial #art tips #art help

[hairstevington]

call me when you get this

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eddie and Steve are best friends, but even the best of friends have secrets.

WC: 3K

Warnings: Story told through voicemails, mild angst, coming out to each other, secret feelings, friends to lovers, kissing, swearing, light angst very brief, references to Robin and Gareth, drunk shenangians, idiots in love, set in 1991 but it doesn't matter too much, no mention of the Upside Down stuff

A/N: I have like three other WIP's happening and zero time but this idea was given to me by the beloved @tinytalkingtina in the discord and then I couldn't get it out of my head. Ao3 link here for those interested!

Tuesday, September 24th, 1991, 12:52am

GARETH hi yes I know it’s late but HAVE YOU LISTENED TO THE ALBUM YET? I need all of your thoughts immediately. Like, all of them. Every thought. Dude, my head is spinning. Ohhh, man. Kurt is a fuckin’ legend. Woooow. Okay, I could talk about this shit for like three hours but I don’t want to run out your tape so just call me back when you get this and then talk to me about it for three hours. Can I come over a little early tomorrow? Yeah, I’m gonna come over a little early tomorrow. Maybe a lot early. Alright, catch ya then. 

Tuesday, September 24th, 1991, 3:40pm

Uhh, ha. Hey Steve. Thiiiis is Eddie, obviously. I, uh, I just realized I called you in the middle of the night last night on accident, and - uhh, sorry about that. It was just - ah, screw it. You know what I am. Byeeeeee-

Tuesday, September 24th, 1991, 7:30pm

“Hey, it’s Eddie. I proooobably won’t listen to whatever you’re about to say, but shoot your shot anyway.”

Eds, how many times do I have to tell you to change your answering machine message? What if, like, the president calls? Okay, maybe not the president. But an employer or something. Or, like, what if you give the girl of your dreams your number and she calls you and hears THAT? Food for thought. Uhh, anyway, it’s fine. I wasn’t even home when you called me. Robin was, though, and so you’ll probably hear her wrath next time you come over for movie night. Good luck with that. Oh, wait. You’re at a show tonight, right? Damn. I swear I’ll make the next one. Okay, bye, dickhead. 

Wednesday, September 25th, 1991, 1:12pm

“You have reached Steve Harrington. Figured I should say that in case whoever is calling me thinks they’re calling someone else. Anyway, I’m busy right now so I’ll call you back. Bye!”

Ha, ha. You are so funny, Harrington. You ever think about being a stand-up comedian? Jesus, and you say I’M the dramatic one. Uhh, the show last night went well, by the way. Not that you were THERE. Seriously, what kind of friend even are you? I’m hurt, Steve. I’m hurt. Anyway, see you tomorrow for movie night. I get to pick. It’s only fair, right?

Thursday, September 27th, 1991, 4pm

“Hey, it’s Eddie. I proooobably won’t listen to whatever you’re about to say, but shoot your shot anyway.”

You’re not picking the goddamn movie. No way. Last time you did that we got scarred for life. Also, um. I can’t tell if you’re joking or not about me and your shows. I didn’t realize you - uhh, you’re probably joking. Forget I said anything, and see you tonight. I’m at work right now, so I’m gonna rent some backup options just in case.

Sunday, September 30th, 1991, 2pm

“Hey, it’s Eddie. I proooobably won’t listen to whatever you’re about to say, but shoot your shot anyway.”

Dustin says you were being a total dick last night. Good. That shrimp deserves to be humbled every once in a while. Your answering machine message still sucks, by the way, and yeah I’m gonna tell you every time. 

Monday, October 1st, 1991, 3:21pm

“Hey, this is Steve.”

“And Robin!”

“And you’ve somehow managed to call us when neither of us are here.”

“We are probably together.”

“Yeah, probably.”

“Or we just don’t want to talk to you.”

“Oh, that too.”

“Either way, leave a message and we’ll get back to you later!”

“Probably.”

“Probably!”

Steve. My guy. I can’t believe you make fun of me for my bullshit message all the time and now you’ve created and advertised THAT abomination?? I’m - wow. I forgot why I even called.

Monday, October 1st, 1991, 3:23pm

“Hey, this is Steve.”

“And Robin!”

“And you’ve somehow managed to call us when neither of us are here.”

“We are probably together.”

“Yeah, probably.”

“Or we just don’t want to talk to you.”

“Oh, that too.”

“Either way, leave a message and we’ll get back to you later!”

“Probably.”

“Probably!”

Okay, I remember now. I know you said you have that date tomorrow with Heidi or Melissa or Samantha or whoever is currently obsessed with you, but I really do want you at the show if you can make it. You can bring her, if you want. Actually, it might be a good test. If she hates metal, she fails. I only want the best suitors for you, Steve Harrington. Be there or I’ll be REALLY annoying about it forever. 

Tuesday, October 2nd, 1991, 11:45pm

“Hey, it’s Eddie. I proooobably won’t listen to whatever you’re about to say, but shoot your shot anyway.”

Hey, it’s Steve. So, uh - I saw your show tonight. You’re probably not home yet, but I don’t know where you are. Cuz like, I tried to find you after your set but you disappeared. I hope everything’s okay. You sounded great, by the way. I mean, you all did. Remember me when you’re playing at the Garden? Oh also, I heard like three women talk about how badly they wanted you, so…I dunno, just figured you’d like to hear that. Hey, maybe you got with one of them and that’s why you’re not answering. In that case, hope you’re having fun? Okay, now it’s weird. Bye, Eds.

Wednesday, October 3rd, 12:54am

“Hey, this is Steve.”

“And Robin!”

“And you’ve somehow managed to call us when neither of us are here.”

“We are probably together.”

“Yeah, probably.”

“Or we just don’t want to talk to you.”

“Oh, that too.”

“Either way, leave a message and we’ll get back to you later!”

“Probably.”

“Probably!”

Steeeeeeeeeeeve. You absolute buffoon. You beautiful, oblivious man. Why’dya think I wanted you there’so badly t’night, Steve? T’wasn’t for the girls. Ha, girls. Yeah, okay. I may have had several alcoholic beverages, Steve-o, but you’re still the dumbass. Cuz you’d have to be an absolute idiot t’think I have any interest in those women. ‘Specially yours. Your women, I mean. Sandyyyyy. Ugh, she was perfect for you, Harrington. Juuuust perfect. So perfect I didn’t wanna stick around to see any more of it. I hope you two have beautiful children. Name one after me, will you? Uhhhh I think I might puke. So, I’m gonna go, but - but do you get what I’m saying? Do you - do you get it? Tell me you get it. Steve, I - Oh, hey Gareth. Do you wanna talk to Steve? Wait why are you - Dude, I’m FINE. I’m handling it! Stop! Gareth, don’t hang up the phone, I haven’t -!

Wednesday, October 3nd, 1991, 9:05am

“Hey, it’s Eddie. I proooobably won’t listen to whatever you’re about to say, but shoot your shot anyway.”

Dude, did you fucking break into our apartment last night? Robin and I came home this morning and found a broken lock and some shitty note we could barely read next to the answering machine, and - what the fuck, man? You wiped the damn thing clean. Just - call me back, okay? Jesus. 

Wednesday, October 3nd, 1991, 11:36am

“Hey, it’s Eddie. I proooobably won’t listen to whatever you’re about to say, but shoot your shot anyway.”

Eddie, come on. We really need to talk. I’m not - I’m not mad, honest to God. Call me back, as soon as you get this. Got it?

Thursday, October 4th, 1991, 3:47pm

“Hey, it’s Eddie. I proooobably won’t listen to whatever you’re about to say, but shoot your shot anyway.”

It’s movie night, but I’m assuming you won’t be here considering you’ve pulled your magic disappearing act. Thanks for that, by the way. You know you really piss me off sometimes? All the time, actually. I’m getting real tired of you constantly poking fun at me, and then you pull this breaking and entering shit and just take off? Just like that? We’ve been friends for years, Eds. You and me. But you never want to just be serious, not once in your goddamn life, and I’m over it. So, uh, thanks for that, I guess. I dunno what I did. 

Sunday, October 7th, 1991, 1:12pm

Hi! You have reached Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley’s home. Leave a message at the beep!

Huh. You know what? I kind of miss the old message you had. Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m impossible to please, yada yada yada, and now I’m doing the avoiding with humor thing again. Shit. Uhh, hi. Listen, I’m sorry I disappeared off the face of the earth for a while. Really, really fucking sorry, if you can believe it. I was just, like, mad embarrassed, and I didn’t wanna - uh, can we meet up soon? Alone? Like, without Robin even? I know that’s - like, unheard of these days, but I figure maybe you’d make an exception for me. Or maybe you won’t. Just let me know, yeah? 

Sunday, October 7th, 1991, 1:30pm

Hi! You have reached Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley’s home. Leave a message at the beep!

See, I would just hop on over to your place to talk but the thing is, I’m a total chickenshit and it’s not like I did super well the last time I showed up to your place unannounced, so…Uhh, while we’re on the subject, I’m sorry about your lock. If you haven’t replaced it yet, I will. I’ll at least pay you back. In my defense, that thing was like two seconds from falling off anyway. But still. Anyway, I know you always spend Sundays at home, soooo…hellooooo? Come on. At least pick up the phone and tell me to fuck off. I know you’re listening. At least - I hope you are, anyway. Just pick up, man. I - I really gotta talk to you. 

Sunday, October 7th, 1991, 1:37pm

Hi! You have reached Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley’s home. Leave a message at the beep!

So, quick update, I called Henderson. He confirmed you are at home, which means you are DEFINITELY listening, and either you’re trying to punish me or a part of you still finds my piece of shit ass charming somehow. Look, I know I fucked up, but - but I can explain. Shit. I mean, I’m not good with words or anything and I’m a total asshole but I - just, please. Pick up. Pick uuuuup. Come on. Now you’re just being a dick. Ha. Figures, I’m apologizing and calling you a dick in the same message. Dude. Seriously. Your tape is gonna run out of space and then what? You stop hearing from me? I’ll find other ways to annoy you, promise. This is a threat. Steve. Steeeeve. Pick up pick up pick up pick upppp -

“Will you just shut the hell up already?”

Eddie dropped the phone and heard it clack against the floor. He would have recognized that voice anywhere. 

He turned around and there he was. 

“Steve, what are you -?”

“You would just be yapping on that damn answering machine my whole drive here,” Steve said with his hands on his hips. “I don’t know why I expected any less. And, thanks to you, we had all the space in the world for you to take up, so -”

“H-how did you get in here?” Eddie stuttered. 

Steve rolled his eyes. “What? You think you’re the only one who’s not afraid of breaking and entering?”

They hadn’t seen each other in five days. Hadn’t even talked, aside from a few voicemails. And those never told the whole story. 

“I’m sorry,” Eddie began. 

“Yeah, you should be,” Steve replied, taking a step closer to Eddie in the kitchen. 

Eddie winced, his heart racing a million miles a minute. He just had to get all of the words out, while he still could. While Steve was listening. 

“I left you this really stupid voicemail,” Eddie explained. “That night, after the show. I was drunk off my ass, and - and Gareth told me I’d said shit I shouldn’t have said, and then I panicked, and the two of us went to your apartment and I - well, you know the rest.” He slumped down into the chair at the dining room table, putting his head in his hands. “Which is all just so dumb. And I didn’t wanna deal with the aftermath, so…”

“So you stopped talking to me?” Steve said, taking another step closer. “Because you thought that would be the straw that broke the camel’s back in our friendship?”

Eddie shook his head. “I dunno, I -”

“You’ve done some real weird shit over the years, Munson,” Steve continued. “Sneaking into my apartment doesn’t even make the top three.”

Eddie buried his face in his hair. No amount of boyish charm would get him out of this one. Jesus H. Christ. 

He sighed. “Okay, so I overreacted, what else is new?” 

“I heard the voicemail, dickhead.”

Eddie’s heart went from breakneck speeds to stopping entirely. 

“What?”

Steve sat down in the other seat at the table. “I heard the voicemail. It was 1am, again, so yeah I was at home.”

“I thought you would have been with Sandy,” Eddie muttered.

Steve shook his head. “Nah, Sandy was - she’s great and all, but she isn’t - she’s not -”

“So you heard the voicemail, but you weren’t home when I showed up,” Eddie noted.

“Right,” Steve said. “Because I was headed to your place.”

“What?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I just - I didn’t understand why you never told me you were queer. Like, you know I don’t care about that. You know about Robin…”

As Steve talked, Eddie realized that Steve only heard half of what that voicemail was trying to express. So, it was time for Eddie Munson to face the music. 

“I didn’t tell you I’m gay because I knew that once I did, you’d figure out the rest of it,” Eddie blurted out.

Steve furrowed his eyebrows. “The rest of it?”

Eddie groaned. “Oh, God. See, drunk me had the right idea saying this kind of shit over an answering machine. Christ, I’m so bad at this, but I’m just gonna say it, because if I don’t I think I’ll lose my shot with you and I - I can’t deal with that. So, here we go.” He squeezed his eyes shut and powered through. “Steve, I - ha, shit. I love you, dude. I’m - I’m IN love with you. I have been since, like, forever.” He opened his eyes, but kept them fixed on their feet against the linoleum kitchen floor. “Which is, uhh, a lot, I know. But it’s the truth. So if there’s any chance -”

“Oh, my God,” Steve interrupted. His voice wasn’t angry, or scared, or anything like that. It was soft and understanding. 

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed. “Wait, what are you thinking?” He looked up to see Steve staring off into the distance before meeting his gaze. 

“I’m thinking,” Steve replied. “That I owe Robin twenty bucks.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side and felt his heart skip back into rhythm. “You do?”

Steve nodded with a slight smile. At some point, his hand had ended up on Eddie’s knee. “Yeah, I didn’t believe her. Told her no way, not possible.”

Eddie didn’t know how to feel about this reaction. It wasn’t the worst possible response, but it certainly wasn’t Oh, Eddie! How I’ve longed for you all this time! Take me now! 

A middleground, if you will. 

“Oookay,” Eddie said. “Well, I don’t really know what to say now.”

“I’m queer too, ya know,” Steve continued.

"Wait, really?" Eddie balked. "Steve Harrington, ladies man?"

Steve chuckled. "Uh, yeah. Turns out, not so much," he said. "I feel like I’m pretty open about it. Guys, girls, whatever -”

“Yeah, but we all do that,” Eddie reasoned. “Me, you, and Robin all talking about how hot everyone is on our movie nights. It doesn’t prove anything.”

“Except that it totally does,” Steve countered. “Because, like, what do we all have in common?"

Eddie thought about it, and he didn’t have any other defenses.

“O-okay, so you’re queer too,” Eddie said. “And the other thing I said?”

Steve took a deep breath and looked Eddie directly in his frightened eyes.

“Eds, obviously I love you too,” Steve admitted at last. “Come on, seriously? After all I’ve put up with? I’ve been waiting around for like five days for you to call, like some lovesick puppy, and the moment I heard your voice I drove here instead of picking up the phone like a normal person. I’ve got it so bad for you that Robin is sick of it, and honestly, I’m sick of it too, because I hate having feelings. It blows, dude. I swear to God, if you try to bolt again when things get tough -”

Eddie lunged forward and cut Steve’s words off with a kiss. Their first kiss, even if it didn’t feel that way. Eddie had cupped Steve’s cheek in the past while he teased him. Steve had curled his fingers in Eddie’s hair in the past the night Robin taught him how to braid. Eddie and Steve had all kinds of physical contact in various ways over the years, and it was as if all of that was just practice for this. 

Eddie broke away from Steve’s lips purely out of necessity, because he needed to catch his breath. “Okay, woah,” he said.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “Woah.”

Everything changed after that. But also, nothing changed at all.

-

Tuesday, October 16th, 1991, 4:12pm

“Hey, this is Eddie Munson’s phone. Leave a message and I’ll call ya back.”

Hi, Eds. Okay, I was wrong. This new message you have is, like, super boring. Anyway, I’ll see you at the show tonight, Rockstar. Love you. 

xx

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#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #writing #st fanfic

[iichaeyj]

TOMORROW'S ESCAPE

prologue

the wind was gently blowing your hair behind you as you walked to the concert venue. the warm spring breeze only added to your happiness. you could hardly believe you were finally going to see your favorite idol in concert after spending months saving up for tickets.

after an accident had left you hospitalized for nearly two years, you found it difficult to get back into your life. you couldn't finish college or find a stable job due to the incident, but it all seemed worth it as you saw the concert venue in the far distance. you sighed in relief, finding happiness in the fact that you would soon be seeing your favorite idol.

however, the sudden sound of a notification distracted you. pulling out your phone, you see a new tweet from dispatch, causing you to click it out of curiosity while waiting to cross the street.

the news you see causes your heart to drop.

you read the simple tweet over and over again, struggling to comprehend if it was a joke or not. your heart starts beating rapidly and you fall to your knees, clutching onto your phone as you feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

your breathing gets harsher as you close your eyes, struggling to gain composure. you can hear cars stopping to check on you and people running towards you, all worried about the young adult kneeling on the ground.

"hey, are you okay?"

"somebody call an ambulance!"

"miss, do you need some assistance?"

voices called out to you, but your thoughts were far louder than anything else. and no matter how many people tried to reach out to you, their faces were blurry from your tears that never seemed to end.

it didn't make sense to you. how was it possible that sunghoon died? he had posted just an hour earlier and he should've been preparing for the concert. surely he had a security team with him, or at the very least his manager. all these thoughts flood your mind as you feel your heart beating faster than it ever has before.

'i could save him' you think to yourself as you fall into unconsciousness. you might not be the smartest or strongest person in the world, but you wholeheartedly believed you could do it. when it came to sunghoon, you were just about ready to do anything for him. after he saved your life, the least you could do was return the favor.

the sound that you wake up to is the sound of somebody tapping.

"hey, y/n! no sleeping in class!" a familiar voice shouts at you from your left.

you stir awake, blinking your eyes as you try and focus on the person next to you. you sit up slowly, looking around slowly.

"'class'?" you mumble out quietly, looking around as your eyes adjust to the light. despite the tears you must've shed, your eyes felt strangely fine, albeit tired.

"are you daydreaming? you need to focus up if you want to get good grades," the man says, shaking his head in disappointment.

as you look clearly at the man, looking up at him from your seat with wide eyes, you notice his bald head and short stature. you could never forget the way his head glistened whenever it became hotter than 60 degrees fahrenheit. this was your 12th grade calculus teacher, somebody you hadn't seen in 6 years. and when you turn your head to see dell, your face pales at the sight.

dell was sitting there wearing a t-shirt she had claimed to lose about 6 years ago right after high school.

"hey, are you alright? why are you looking at me like that?" dell questions you, raising an eyebrow as you look at her with wide eyes.

as you look around the classroom, you try and find an explanation for everything. this could've been a dream or it could've been an unfunny prank somebody had pulled on you.

however, when you look down at yourself, you find something that couldn't have been possible.

you were wearing the exact same friendship bracelet dell had made for you back in middle school, something that was, or at least should've been, destroyed in your accident. nobody knew about the bracelet besides you and dell, and dell would never play such a horrible prank on you.

there was only one explanation—you had gone back in time.

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[shuenkio]

In the Sauna 🔥

Paring: Ni-ki x male!reader

Cw: mentioned of dick, naked, masturbate.

Genre: soft smau, crack.

Summary: He wants to teach you how to be brave.

Read at your own risk.

Lack of perfect words/Non proof read ><

You have been friends with Riki ever since kindergarten, and it's incredible how strong your bond has remained despite the challenges that come with long-term friendships. There have been moments when he has irritated you to no end, and you have had your fair share of disagreements. However, Riki always manages to swallow his pride and apologize, pleading for your forgiveness and seeking your companionship once again.

Even the classic duo of Tom and Jerry pales in comparison to the dynamic tension between you and Riki.

On an evening Sunday, you and Riki decide to visit a sauna for a relaxing steam, a plan that had been in the works

Upon arriving at the Sauna, you are instantly captivated by the surroundings, feeling the tension in your shoulders melting away. Despite having seen it in pictures online, nothing compares to the real thing, the atmosphere bustling with life and activity. Everywhere you look, people stroll by with boil eggs and head towels shaped like sheep, creating an adorable sight.

As Riki leads the way, your eyes continue to roam curiously, taking in every detail of the Sauna. Sensing your distraction, he gently grabs your hand, guiding you to the reservation room that you booked together the previous day.

*Inside the sauna*

The steam sauna room is a cozy haven for relaxation and stress relief, with its small, enclosed space filled with warm, humid air generated by a steam generator. The room is equipped with benches for comfortable seating, smooth walls, and soothing lighting, creating a tranquil atmosphere for sweating and unwinding.

As Riki settles down and taps the empty space beside him, motioning for you to join him, you take a seat, feeling a bit self-conscious about revealing your skin in this public setting.

"I can't believe we're in a place like this riki, wild free like we're in some kind of jungle," you said, as you covered your chest with your hands, still not used to exposing your skin in a crowded place like this.

Riki chuckled under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief. You've always been the shy type one and never changed ever since he first met you.

"Relax, this is our private room, nobody gonna stare at you just look at me! Do like this" He swung both of his hands and leaned against the wall, as he closed his eyes enjoying the warm the man spreading sight.

Being friends with him, you've to get used to seeing him being like this, didn't give af about anyone around him, he likes to do whatever crosses his mind.

The small towel that wrapped around his waistband began to strip down a little, loosening its grip, but looking at him right now, he was already in a daydream.

"Hey hey, your towel is about to loosen!" You said, alerted him. If he let it go, he'd be naked.

No response from him.

"Yahh are you deaf—" You turn your head toward him, gesturing him to do something. Imagine someone burst in by accident, wouldn't he be embarrassed? Or not?

"Ughh you're so annoying mn, imma just" his eyes are still closed, while he pulls out his towel, and throws it beside him. Spring free his long length, all sweaty with his uncut.

Your mouth dropped open, stunned at what you have just witnessed. This dude is a definition of brave for real. The urge to fire back at him stopped, you know that no matter what you say, he won't listen to you anyway. Let him be.

You take a deep heavy sigh before minding your own business. His being naked is not the first time you've seen it, countless times on record, however, acts like he's at home in this place, giving you a second hand embarrassed, anxious that someone could break in, and misunderstood.

"Can you just not for a day? What if someone comes in?" You said, slightly mad at him for his behaviors, he acts like he is a child.

"Ijbol who cares? Maybe I'd left them impressed with my big dick here" He smirked, teasing you was one of his joy to see your priceless reaction. He then stroked slowly on his length in a playful manner, pushing you to the edge.

A flashed red blush spreads across your face, even though you get used to it, his size always turning you on, clicking your button every time. You act as if you don't care, so he'll stop giving you a hard time.

Nevertheless, as he continues to play with his crotch, you feel your member poking under the towel, begging to set them free. The aroused feels growing on you a little by a little until it's fully hard.

You don't have anything to cover it up, in this steam sauna room, your leg could be used for some help. You cross your leg hoping that, he wouldn't notice your dick although his hawk eyes are already piercing your towel.

"Did I turn you on mn? My apologies if I give you a hard dick" his cocky face after he say that, irritated you so much. This is all his fault.

"Shut up you duck" you reply, as you try your best to not let your member leak. This towel is so short, barely covers your ass up, which makes your temperature even worse mixed with horny.

The moment of silence, suddenly filled with wet noises. Riki is now holding on to his dick, jerking off, chasing for his pleasure. Biting on his towel, moving his palm in a fast pace.

A gasp escapes his mouth, as he maintains the speed on his fingertips. You stay frozen, cherish the moment, and behold the sight.

In a few more strokes, his glans are dripping with his pre-cum, showering his shift in transparent wet sticky pieces of stuff. Despite not reaching his goal yet, he increases the tempo, running his fingers rapidly.

Leaving him more breathless, heaving his chest in unstable motions. Gritting his teeth tight on his towel, bites back his moans painfully.

Soon enough, he splashed out the wet cum all over his thighs. Arching his back in ecstasy, shooting out the mess on the spot he is sitting on.

"S~ee You gotta take not from me, cumming in a steam sauna lol" He uttered in an exhausted voice, worn out from the sensation of masturbated.

You didn't realize that your dick also dripping in pre-cum.

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[nataliescatorccioapologist]

Theory: The Wilderness saved its two Antler Queens long before the plane crash

There are signs of a supernatural influence surrounding the girls even before the plane crash. In 1x06, we see a flashback to Lottie as a child. She starts randomly screaming in the back of her parent’s car while they’re at a red light. She is presumably seeing something terrifying that hasn’t happened yet, as she does out in the Wilderness. Her screaming results in her father being distracted and not going when the light turns green, and then a car crash happens right in front of their car; a car crash that Lottie and her parents would have been involved in if it weren’t for Lottie’s screaming (a car crash that likely would have resulted in Lottie’s death).

I think this is the first example of the Wilderness being present before the plane crash. The Wilderness gave Lottie a vision to protect her; to save the life of its future Prophet.

Then, we have the strange (and unlikely) death of Nat’s father. Nat’s dad somehow trips on the stairs and accidentally pulls the trigger of the shotgun right as the barrel was under his chin. How was his hand even on the trigger in that situation?

I’m thinking that, similar to how the Wilderness saved Lottie’s life by preventing the car crash, it also saved Nat’s life by making that freak accident happen. Nat’s life was definitely in danger in that scene with the way her father was charging at her with the gun. I think him tripping and the gun going off was the Wilderness intervening.

This is not the only time the Wilderness may have been with Nat before the plane crash. At the bonfire the night before the crash, Nat has a hallucination of Misty standing ominously at the edge of the party before disappearing. Nat has tears in her eyes when she sees her, as if she’s feeling strong fear or sadness that she can’t explain.

Karyn Kusama, the director of the Pilot episode as well as 2x09 “Storytelling” (the episode where Nat dies), stated in an interview that this scene is extremely important for Nat’s character. In my opinion, this scene is the Wilderness warning Nat that Misty will be the one to kill her one day. Nat also has a flashback to this scene right before she jumps in front of Misty’s syringe, as if she’s realizing what that bonfire hallucination meant now 25 years later as she’s about to die by Misty’s hand. Lottie said that Nat was always the Wilderness’s “favorite,” so maybe it has been with her, protecting her and warning her, all along.

Maybe I’m thinking too much, but I definitely think the Wilderness has been looking out for its two Antler Queens, Natalie and Lottie, as well as priming them to fulfill their roles out in the woods. The car crash incident is the catalyst for a lifetime of meds and treatment for Lottie, and the death of Nat’s father is extremely traumatic for her. The Wilderness not only saved Nat and Lottie’s lives, but it also created a darkness in them through these traumatic events that is necessary to fulfill their eventual roles as Antler Queens.

Unless you don’t believe in the supernatural angle, then you can take this with a grain of salt✌️

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[hdusa]

Hi Zam, I wrote a whole analysis/essay on my blog about why I think Eclipse is still so loved by the community since you were talking about it on stream the other day and it's still such a beloved plot in my heart. It's about what brings a viewer in to a story: basically that you let us into your thoughts, wrestle with difficult situations and weigh what matters most to you, and then make a decision which moves the plot forward. You do it so well. Absolutely no pressure to read it though!

Hello I just read it and I loved it. This has inspired me to also read the mer essay which I will find time to do one day but this was very well put. My favourite aspects of story telling are based around character growth so it’s interesting to see how that carried over into Eclipse. I mainly thought about the dynamic of going from a brave fearless heroic character in season 3 to a more afraid character that hides from conflicts and worries about literally everything. It’s interesting to see how my character continued to evolve in believable (I think) ways despite me not really putting much thought into it. (It probably came from me trying to take everything as seriously as I possibly could and acting like everything happening is literally happening to me)

I love the section where you mention the other people that contributed to the story because you’re absolutely right. Without any of those people it wouldn’t have been anywhere near the same story. Subz having an entirely different character arc that you can view through his streams is also one of my favourite parts of the story. Multiple perspectives added a lot to our interactions because through every conversation you would’ve seen what made him act the way he did and I think that’s beautiful.

I already believed it before, but man. If I made a video for season 4 that only centred around the eclipse federation and was more accurate to the streams, it’d be a completely different video. Thank you for making this, I’m so excited to take certain things I did here on accident into account for next season :333

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[waterlilyrose]

Hi! I just read What Is Wanting Once Again and adore it 🩷👏🏻 (you will get a lot of notifications from me hahaha)

What is your headcanon for Kanthony's first fight? The one that made Kate use the Viscountess room for the first time? An most important, how did the make up?

Thanks for writing and sharing 🩷

Hi there. Thank you so much and the more the merrier as far as I'm concerned 😊

Ooooh interesting. They are a truly passionate couple so I can imagine now and again they would have some explosive rows that would make the servants hide until it was over and the glass rattle in the window panes.

Maybe it might occur during Kate's pregnancy. Anthony is happy, so unbelievably happy, that she's having his baby. He has so many plans - what games to play with the baby, when to start reading to them, what names he would give them (maybe his father's name for a boy or Kate's mother's name for a girl). Everyone jokes how insufferably eager and protective he will be when he's going to be a dad.

And they are right. He will be. Completely so. And eventually it will start to grate on Kate.

She knows he means well. Of course she does. But pregnancy isn't the same as being mortally ill - you can still do a lot of things as long as amendments are made. And having her freedom curtailed won't go down very well with the fiercely independent Lady Bridgerton.

He tries to stop her riding her horses so much. Far too dangerous - what if she suffered another accident. He'd never forgive himself.

He doesn't like her out in the garden by the flowerbeds. His father died due to a bee - what if she's allergic too?

He removes all the ladders in the library so she can't climb up one to get a book. Meaning she's got to ask a footman to get certain ones down.

It's driving her nuts!

Eventually when she is five months pregnant, she can't take it any more. Anthony tries to get his mother to take over Kate's duties as Viscountess so she can rest. Rest?! She's planning tea parties; not sword fighting with Anthony's brothers!

She demands that he needs to stop and of course Anthony can't believe she's asking him to just not care about her or the baby - what kind of man did she think he was?!

She counters (screams) about what kind of woman did he think she was that she would ever do anything to hurt their child? What about when the baby was born? Was it to be imprisoned in a tower and Kate was forgotten about because she'd done her duty and now had no worth?!

The resulting slamming doors as they stormed apart could be heard at the Featheringtons across the street.

Kate and Anthony stay apart for three days. Anthony takes up residence in the Viscountess rooms so Kate can still have the comfy bed but that doesn't help much as everything reminds her of Anthony and the empty space in her bed reminds her that he's not there. She cries herself to sleep a lot due to remorse, missing him but also stubbornness. Why won't he believe her?

Eventually it is Simon who talks some sense into Anthony (through letter as he is still busy at Clyvedon) and Hyacinth and Gregory who make Kate see why he's being so daft.

Simon explains that he truly gets it - he was insufferable when Augie was born and was shocked at how much so - he never wanted kids at all in the first place. But Kate was one of the strongest and most maternal women he'd ever met. She would protect that baby with her life and Anthony had to learn to trust the depth of her love. "You are used to doing all the worrying on your own - well you aren't on your own now. Kate is there with you. Trust her to be your equal - it's never failed you before."

Hyacinth and Gregory also keep Kate company to try and cheer her up (they can see she's really upset even if she won't admit it) and absentmindedly talk about the times Anthony has annoyed them by being so stubborn. He won't let Gregory join in on fencing practise until he's older and there was the time he paid a doctor three times his salary just to make sure Hyacinth overcame a bad fever.

"He's prone to be a bit stupid sometimes. But I forgive him." Hyacinth declares.

"why is that?" Kate asks quietly.

"Because he's only really silly and fretful when he loves the person. He doesn't like that many people - for him to get so upset... It means he really truly wants you to be happy."

Anthony knocks on the bedroom door that night and asks timidly if he can come back to bed. The big grovelling apology he had planned is forgotten when Kate, intending to be haughty at first, bursts into tears (bloody hormones) and will only calm down when she is held for a full ten minutes.

They are a bit exhausted by the end (emotions are draining) before declaring that compromise had to be made - Anthony had to be less over protective but Kate needed to hear why he was and understand him a bit better. Because the root of it all is actually what it always comes back to - Anthony fears he won't be as good as his own father. He'll never be the father Edmund Bridgerton was - protecting is all he has because he'll never be as gentle, as kind or as fun as his father. Kate tells him the truth - she doesn't give a right royal damn how wonderful Edmund Bridgerton was. She married Anthony Bridgerton. And she loves him. So much it hurts.

This is their preview of parenthood - full of hurdles and emotions but ultimately they would be okay.

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[pennylanefics]

Riptide - Andrei Svechnikov

a/n: i'm in no way glorifying this kind of accident, but the idea just kind of came to me. it's a kind of angsty and heavy one, and if this is insensitive, please let me know and i will rework it. i didn't really know what else to do for this prompt :/

summary: andrei wants to take you on a beach trip but a traumatic event keeps you from going with him

word count: ~1.4k

Warnings: descriptions of riptide accident, mentions of death/injury, mentions of drowning

Andrei loved going on adventures and spending time away from the city during the off-season. Since their season ended, you’ve already gone on a weekend trip to the mountains, flown out to New York to see a Broadway show and a few other activities, and now, Andrei wanted to take a day trip to the beach.

There was one thing that you had yet to tell Andrei about, even though you’ve been dating for almost a year: you have a terrible fear of the ocean. 

He’s tried getting you to come to the beach with him on trips to California or Florida, but you always make a believable excuse, how you’d rather go shopping at the mall with a few of the girls, or how you just simply didn’t want to go because you didn’t want to deal with sand everywhere.

He believed all of them, up until now, when he was trying to convince you to go with him and a few of the guys that wanted to take a small trip three hours away.

“Why don’t you ever want to go with me?” He wonders out of curiosity. You sigh as you set your book down, placing your bookmark in the place you left off. Andrei came back into the living room with a bowl of oatmeal for himself, plopping down beside you.

“Because the beach isn’t really my favorite. I prefer the mountains,” you say, but Andrei’s not taking it anymore.

“Is it something to do with me? You don’t want to be seen with me? Are you insecure? Because if so, you don’t even have to wear a bathing suit if you don’t want to, I-”

“No, Andrei, it’s not that, it’s really hard for me to talk about and I get anxious talking about it, so can we please leave it alone?”

Andrei groans in frustration, setting his half full bowl down on the table. He hunches forward and lets out a sigh.

“Could you just tell me? I’m starting to believe you don’t want to spend time with me. I really want to go there with you and I feel like you’re lying to avoid something. Or you don’t trust me.”

“I’m not lying, I just…don’t want to talk about it, please.” You pick your book back up, tears tingling in your eyes as he raises his voice slightly.

He shakes his head and storms out of the living room with his food. You breathe in and out deeply, the tears not being able to stay in any longer. Deep down, you knew he was right. He did deserve to know why you despised beaches, but it was a very traumatic memory that you don’t like to bring up or explain often.

Andrei had finished his food in the kitchen before he trudges up the stairs to your shared bedroom. You hear the door click shut rather loudly, most likely a result from him slamming it, and your shoulders shake with a sob.

After twenty minutes of just sitting and staring at the wall and your hands, you decide it’s time to make things right. Getting up from your spot, you slowly make your way up the stairs, pausing once more when you get to the bedroom.

Taking a deep breath, you step inside, finding Andrei laying in bed, a book propped up on his legs. He doesn’t pay any mind to you as you enter, taking a seat on the end of the bed.

“I got stuck in a riptide,” you whisper, facing forward towards the dresser, not seeing Andrei’s reaction. His eyebrows furrow together and he sets his book aside. He still doesn’t say anything, but his attention is fully on you.

“I was sixteen. My entire extended family took a trip down to Florida for a week during the summer. Everything was going just fine. Until one day, the currents were so bad, but they didn’t have any warnings posted. Next thing I know, I’m being dragged out away from my family, unable to break from it. I was under the water for almost a couple minutes, struggling. I was pulled from it by a lifeguard who was close by. If he hadn’t been coming over to check, I most likely would have died.”

You try to keep the tears in, but it’s no use. Recalling the story and remembering the exact feeling of every single second of that day, from having fun, to being under the water, to coming to on the beach, your family surrounding you. It was horrific. Andrei’s own eyes filled with tears as he hears the emotion and fear in your voice.

“I have never gone back to the beach or in the ocean since that day. And I refuse to. That’s why I never want to go with you. It’s too hard to relive, it’s terrible to even think of going to the beach and having all those memories and feelings rush back.”

Andrei remains quiet as he throws the comforter off of him and moves to sit beside you. Carefully, he reaches for your left hand and holds it between both of his larger hands, squeezing them here and there. 

“I’m so sorry to hear that, hun. I understand why you wouldn’t want to go to a place like that anymore.”

“I’m sorry for not telling you. It was easier to brush it off and not think about it or explain, but I realize how that came off as not wanting to go with you. But I don’t even go with my family. They still take a trip down to either Florida or Alabama every year and I don’t go with them anymore. Haven’t since I was sixteen.”

“I’m not mad at you. I was frustrated because it felt like you were keeping something from me. I mean, you were, but this is different than what I was thinking,” he states, gazing over at you with a soft grin. “I am happy that you felt safe enough to tell me.”

“I trust you more than anything, Svech. I simply didn’t want to face reliving those moments by telling you. Which I just did, but my head is spinning so bad.”

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, scooting closer to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I’m proud of you for facing that fear and telling me.”

“It’s a scary thing but I knew you deserved to know. I felt bad for keeping it from you but I couldn’t bring myself to tell you. It was horrifying.”

“Do you mind telling me a little more?” With a pause and a deep breath, you nod and turns towards him. He takes your hand in his again, a comforting gesture in this vulnerable moment. “Did you have to go to the hospital?”

“I did. They had to make sure there wasn’t too much water in my lungs. I was there for a couple days, my family took turns on who came to visit and stay with me because I didn’t want to be alone.”

“Who would? That’s not something that anyone should go through, especially at such a young age,” he sighs quietly, stroking his thumb over the back of your hand. “Did you go home after that? Or were you forced to stay there until the end of your vacation?”

“My immediate family drove home as soon as I got out of the hospital. They didn’t want me staying there and being scared. I couldn’t stop crying, so we left.”

“It’s good they were understanding of your feelings instead of putting their vacation needs over it,” he laughs softly, looking over your expression. His eyes were filled with sympathy, hating that you were still struggling with the experience nearly ten years later.

“I guess. Maybe it was because their daughter nearly died, vacationing wasn’t exactly a fun idea anymore,” you joke, leaning into his shoulder. “But yeah, I still have that fear and even the sight of a beach can trigger it. So believe me, I want to travel with you and take trips with you, but the beach is the last place I want to go.”

“I get it, baby. No need to worry at all, alright? I will plan a different sort of trip that we can both enjoy, yeah? I want the best for you, and I never want to put you in any sort of danger.”

“I love you, Svech,” you sigh, leaning up to kiss him. His hand cradles your cheek, holding you against him. “I love you too. Everything will be alright. I promise.” He kisses your head and holds you tight against him. “How about a trip to Colorado?”

You smile against his shirt and nod in agreement.

“Now that I can get on board with.”

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[assexpansion]

She quickly sprung up and fixed her hair. Her huge, spherical tits resting high on her chest and seemingly light as a feather.

"Hey, can you drive me to an appointment today. I tried driving last week, but, well... I almost caused an accident. I'm getting a consultation with a new doctor who apparently isn't lame like the last one. He thought I was too big for more implants! Can you believe it?" She scoffed.

#expansion #breastexpansion

[burningvelvet]

Part 3 of PHOTOGRAPHS OF THE ROMANTICS, A TUMBLR HISTORY EXHIBIT: photos i've collected of people related to the english writers of the romantic period and/or who were part of the byron-shelley circle.

Edward John Trelawny (above: a photo of him as an elder compared to a portrait of him as a young man). A key member of the circle, celebrity/adventurer/writer, friend and biographer of Byron and Shelley. Outlived everyone. Proposed to both Mary Shelley and Claire Clairmont and remained in touch with them their whole lives. Really interesting person but also a chronic liar, making it difficult to tell which parts of his life stories are fact or fiction. He is buried next to Shelley (who is buried next to Keats); Trelawny bought the cemetery plot when Shelley died decades prior and later offered it to Mary Shelley who declined it. The last two portraits below were done by Joseph Severn, the artist who was friends with Keats, did most of his portraits, & took care of him as he was dying in Rome. I don't think Trelawny ever met Keats.

Jane Williams Hogg (née Cleveland). She was married to an abusive man named John Edward Johnson who she left for Edward Ellecker Williams, who was the father of her first two children and a friend of Percy Bysshe Shelley's cousin Thomas Medwin. The family then lived in the same household with the Shelley family (Mary, Percy, and their children) in Italy. Percy dedicated some of his last poems to Jane. After Percy and Edward died together in a boating accident she lived with Mary before partnering with Shelley's best friend from college Thomas Jefferson Hogg who she had two children with.

I think the similarity between her younger portrait (1822, age 24) & her photograph (date unknown, but she died in 1884 & seems like she could be in her 80s in the photo) are very striking; you can clearly see the nose, eyes, hair, and mouth are exactly the same, only older.

She also knew George Eliot and William Michael Rossetti; I mentioned the Rossettis in my last post. I wonder if she ever discussed Shelley's connection to John Polidori with them; I don't believe she ever met John Polidori, but maybe the Shelleys would have mentioned him to her.

Thomas Medwin, another key player of the Shelley-Byron circle in Italy. Cousin of Percy Bysshe Shelley and friend/biographer of Shelley and Byron.

Wilhelm Charles Gaulis Clairmont, the nephew of Clara Mary Jane Clairmont aka Claire Clairmont. Wilhelm was the son of her half-brother Charles Gaulis Clairmont.

#photographs of the romantics #literature #english literature #romanticism #lord byron #percy shelley #percy bysshe shelley #thomas medwin #jane williams hogg #thomas jefferson hogg #shelley #byron #mary shelley #mary godwin shelley #claire clairmont #edward trelawny #victorian #romantic #english romanticism #the romantics #romantic poets #victorian era #1800s photography #1800s #history #english poetry #poetry #romantics #shelley-byron circle

[natimiles]

Comfort (Isaac x reader)

Summary: When you’re feeling down, Isaac easily picks up and tries to help you.

Words: 1125

Tags: descriptions of anxiety, sadness, and the feeling of inadequacy; hurt with comfort; established relationship.

Notes: had an existential crisis reading Fi’s fic and wanted Isaac to hug me. I’m good, and the fic is very good too. Go read it, go go!

Isaac isn’t the best at reading people’s expressions, understanding how they feel, or dealing with their emotions — or his own. However, when you’re on the line, he gets a little better.

Ever since you got close, he has learned a little about how to read your reactions — what makes you happy and what makes you sad. Tonight, he doesn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, but when you’re clearing the dishes after dinner, he swears he sees a shadow pass over your face. It lasts for a second, and he thinks he’s probably seeing something that doesn’t exist, but it still bugs him.

When he invites you to go to the garden and stargaze together, you politely refuse with a smile and say you’re tired. He tries really hard to believe it, to brush it off as him being paranoid, but he’s grown too good at reading you, and he can clearly see your smile isn’t reaching your eyes like usual.

He doesn’t say a thing, just nods and smiles back, saying you can meet another time. But your face stays engraved in his mind. Your eyes don’t shine like usual, your smile is weak, barely there, and your voice is lower. So when you turn around to go to your room, Isaac turns to go to the kitchen. He isn’t sure if you’d want to eat, but a hot tea would probably be welcomed — or so he hopes.

The moment the door closes behind you, your face falls. With a tired sigh, you drag your feet until you reach your bed, flopping down onto it without even taking off your shoes. You feel this sensation growing inside you, making you numb while simultaneously hurting. It grips your heart, enveloping it in a dark shadow, like clouds turning the sky gray before it rains.

Another tired sigh, and you turn around, staring at the ceiling while feeling your soul turn into nothing again. You’re accustomed to life in the 19th century, happily smiling beside the residents, basking in the love they all give you… in the love Isaac gives you. You almost forgot about the void inside you; it’s been a while since you last felt like this. But you knew it was only a matter of time. You could feel it slowly growing…

After you burned breakfast. After you forgot to close the door, and the wind slammed it shut, startling everyone. After you dropped Isaac’s telescope while trying to help him. After you tripped and almost fell on your face, making everyone worried and run to help you. After you tried to take the umbrella to Isaac at the university when you realized he had forgotten it at home, but the storm caught you halfway, leaving you with a broken umbrella, soaking wet, and your boyfriend taking care of you while you were sick.

After…

After…

After every mistake, every stupid decision, every little accident… Were all these things really accidents? Or was it just you being helpless as usual?

You made up excuses after helping Sebastian with the dishes and went back to your own bedroom, but you were sure some of them picked up on what happened. You tried to muster up a smile to calm them down, but you could feel their gazes, especially Isaac’s.

Three knocks on your door and a soft, well-known voice calls your name from the other side, as if summoned by your thoughts. Your eyes widen slightly, and you wonder if you can stay quiet, pretending to already be asleep. You hear a low mumble; Isaac is probably thinking exactly that, and your heart clenches. You could never lie to him, and you’re up on your feet in a matter of seconds.

The door opens suddenly and frantically, startling the vampire in the hallway. His eyes widen for a second, then soften when he sees you.

“I brought tea,” he says softly, lifting the mugs as if to emphasize his point. You only stare at him, and then at the mugs. “I thought you’d like it… But it’s okay if you don’t want it. I-I… can also just leave the tea and leave you alone, if that’s what you want.” He starts to panic when you don’t show any reaction.

But your eyes turn to his, those cherry-blossom colored eyes that you love, and you take a step to the side and gesture for him to enter the room, which he readily complies with.

You sit side by side on your bed, drinking the tea in comfortable silence, your fingers laced from when you reached for him moments ago. When you finish the tea, he places both mugs on your nightstand and turns to look at you. His free hand brushes your hair away from your face and gently caresses your cheekbones. You can tell he wants to say something, but he doesn’t know what or how, so he remains silent.

“Thank you,” you whisper, reaching for his hand on your face and holding it tight, drawing it closer.

“You don’t need to thank me for that,” he says, letting out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding, and leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours. “I love you. I’ll do anything for you.”

“I love you too,” you reply, closing your eyes, a sigh escaping your lips.

Isaac smiles softly and gives you a light kiss on your forehead. He kicks his shoes off and reaches for your feet, removing yours. Slowly and gently, he leans backward, pulling you with him so you both lie down on the mattress. He swiftly pulls the blanket from underneath you and covers both of you, his arms embracing you as soon as he makes sure you’re cozy.

You nuzzle your face into his collarbone, a sigh leaving your lips. His fingers start to caress your back, tracing random shapes that seem to relax you even more in his embrace. His scent, his warmth, the steady beating of his heart, his breathing, his tender touch… Everything about Isaac makes you feel good, relaxed, and calm. Even his cherry-blossom colored eyes, which you can’t see now, have a way of making you feel comfortable, loved, and cared for.

You feel a faint light in your heart, a silver lining in the darkness. Your eyes slowly close, and your body melts into his.

Isaac kisses the top of your head and smiles softly, relieved that you seem to be slowly feeling better. He hopes you can talk to him about whatever is troubling you, but he is patient; he can wait until you’re ready. For now, he can offer his warmth and his love, praying that it can be helpful — unaware of the effect he has on you.

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[icedragonlizard]

What if Kirby characters could drive cars?

Let's just assume gijinka versions of them because otherwise most don't even have the proper anatomy to drive, LOL.

Anyways, here are my thoughts on the matter:

-Kirby is a funny case because he's shown decent motoring skills such as piloting a Robobot Armor, but he's also a literal child. So therefore, no license for him.

-Susie would be the most skilled driver in the cast, I feel. But she'd also be unhinged in the way she drives. She'd make all sorts of crazy "advanced" maneuvers that would terrify someone in her passenger seat. Basically, she has such high confidence of her driving capabilities that she's arrogant on the road. You'd think that this would lead to her easily getting into accidents, but she does have good enough reflexes and reaction time to dodge a lot of potential accidents. Not at all to say she's untouchable... she'd absolutely get into accidents on occasion, but she often gets away with her overconfidence by reacting quick enough to escape many dangerous moments. Still would be nerve wracking to be in the passenger seat with her though.

-Magolor would be good at driving as well. Probably even the second most skilled driver in the cast, but he'd get into accidents a lot more often than Susie would. Him canonically crashing the Lor Starcutter more than once makes me believe this. He'd also speed in a lot of instances where he thinks he can get away with it. Heck, I wouldn't even be surprised if he'd be mischievous enough to sometimes honk his horn with the sole intent of pissing other drivers off because he thinks it's funny.

-Marx should not be allowed to have a license. The reasons are fairly self explanatory. He'd instigate chaos in traffic and cause accidents on purpose. He'd be an absolute menace on the road. Don't let this shitfaced lunatic drive a car. I love this jester but I would not under any circumstances trust him to drive. Well, maybe I wouldn't trust a lot of others in the cast to drive, but especially Marx.

-Daroach would probably be decent at driving, but you know damn well that if you see him driving then he 100% stole the car he's using. Although I think it'd be funny if car theft is something he did pretty often. Like every time he finds a new favorite car, he then just takes it and drives off with it.

-Taranza is a strange case. His six hands would make him seem like he'd be stellar at driving, but I also imagine he's someone that's just not great at using tech appliances. Give him enough training and I think he'd be good at driving, but overall he'd be the least skilled driver out of the Wave 3 triad because the other two are just much better with tech.

Funny scenario: Taranza is in the passenger seat with either Susie or Magolor driving, and he gets nervous of their arrogant driving mentalities, despite him being less skilled than them in driving.

-I'm not sure if King Dedede would stand out as a driver. I guess he'd be alright at it? Not great but not awful. Although I imagine he'd probably just let waddle dees drive for him.

-Reminder that Meta Knight himself does not pilot the Halberd, it's his crewmates. I think they'd be better drivers than him, LOL. I think he himself might be alright in terms of driving capability, but would also notably suffer from road rage because of how easily combative he is.

-Speaking of road rage, I actually see many in the cast suffering from it. Meta Knight, Dedede, Susie, Zan and maybe Magolor would all be road ragers sometimes. I think the biggest road ragers, however, would be Flamberge and Dark Meta Knight... those two would lowkey fall under the "get out and fight the other driver" levels of road rage. I guess Meta Knight might occasionally do that too, but not as vehemently as those two.

-Would the animal friends bother driving, even in gijinka forms? I imagine ChuChu and Pitch are kids so no for them. Not sure about Nago because he seems lazy. Rick... sure, probably, albeit not often. The idea of gijinka-ified Coo and Kine piloting aerial and aquatic vehicles respectively sounds cool, but I'm not sure how likely they'd actually do that lol. Kine seems pretty air headed for that.

-Gooey driving would be the funniest thing ever. It'd obviously go very poorly but I think it'd be entertaining to watch just to see what happens. LMAO.

-Depending on if you headcanon Bandana Waddle Dee as either a child or an adult, I think he'd be a serviceable driver if the latter. But in my case, he's a kid. So no license for him.

That's... practically all my notable thoughts for this matter. What do you think?

#kirby #susie haltmann #susie kirby #magolor #marx #marx kirby #daroach #taranza #king dedede #meta knight #dark meta knight #the mage sisters #rick kine and coo #gooey #gooey kirby #bandana waddle dee

[thewiz9062]

IX - THE NIHILITY

Smiling Critters: Aeon AU

"The Aeon that presides over the Path of Nihility. THEIR existence is a mystery. IX doesn't interact with the other Aeons. THEY believe that the ultimate fate of the multiverse is nothingness, and therefore, worthless."

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Angel's

stop calling me that Dogdelve

Player's Data Bank - Entry No.1: IX

There was an accident. DogDelve was being as charmingly Idiotic as THEY are and somehow failed to notice the giant AEON that THEY have an inate sense of location of at all times. We nearly got consumed by THEM, but managed to warp the train far enough from THEIR pull. Some of our systems are down from warping out of a suction, DogDelve is working to fix them.

I can't look out the window. Laying eyes on THEM fills me with such negative feelings I can't put into words. Due to being an Aeon THEMSELF, I asked DogDelve to describe THEM for me. This marks my second expierence meeting an Aeon, so I want to make the most of it. [Above is my sketch.]

"Hm? You wanna know more? Well you aaaareee aware I didn't get much.....scratch that I didn't get info about anything before I ascended sooooo I'm almost as confused as you are about their existence. But! As an Aeon myself, I do have some sort of 'feeling' about the other Aeons activity. For example, The Hunt is on the move nearly all the time! Their energy signal is almost moving as fast as we were. But IX? Not only are they stationary now, they've been stationary ever since i could feel them. Theyre just....doing nothing. Wait, I'm doing nothing! I gotta finish fixing up the train, Talk to ya later!" - DogDelve's Account

...So barely any Information. Make each other look a fool game, Aeons - 2. Me - 0.

I hear commotion from the window. Spefically a certain Dog-presenting Aeon. Goddamit.

Due to THEIR little 'friendly chat' with IX, i can conclude that IX doesn't chat, not even with other Aeons. How groundbreaking. For the record, I am scolding DogDelve.

All in All, this Aeon doesn't seem to have much of a past nor future. 1/10, wouldn't recommend encountering.

#poppy playtime #smiling critters #smiling critters poppy playtime #smiling critters au #aeon au #dogday #catnap

[dannnnnny666]

There is this DP hero au that has been floating my head for awhile that is pretty detached from DP but I find it cool so I am going to ramble about it to myself.

Basically, there is a school for heroes and while it is a very selective and secretive program, it host a camp during the summer for anyone who wants to be a hero, but you have to get recommendation from a hero.

Since Valerie’s dad works at Axion, he and Valarie the only two that are allowed to leave Amity (excluding when the Fentons go to visit Vlad). One of these work exertions, Valerie’s dad was helping out with some security and a villain attacked and tried to steal some tech. Some heroes quickly made their way to the lab only to find, Valerie had already dealt with the villain. Seeing her skill, the heroes gave her a recommendation to go to the summer camp and she had been going ever since.

Fast forward a few years, Valerie finds out Danny is Danny Phantom and joins the trio in fighting ghosts. However, as the summer is approaching, Valerie finds out that since she has been working with the heroes so much and has been considered very trust worthy, she is allowed to recommend one person to go to the summer camp.

Valerie takes this information to the group, who is surprised that heroes actually exist, and after a lot of thinking decided that it would probably be best if Danny went with her.

So when the summer finally arrives, Danny and Val head travel to the summer camp and meet all the other characters.

Here the show finally begins(my head has been formatting this world as a tv show, kinda like my hero or Owl house).

Instead of Danny being the protagonist, it is another person, a kid who was once saved by a hero and now wants to do the same. Danny will be the antagonist and the protagonists foil, a kid who didn’t get to choose being a hero and while both of them are on the same side, they have completely different ideologies regarding authority and government, the protag’s being that authority often times does want to help and if it doesn’t it’s your job to get involved and change it, come from their experience with heroes, and Danny’s being that authority doesn’t have your best interest in mind and you should just throw the whole thing out, coming from his experience with the GIW.

There is a good hand full of characters, kinda in the same vain as Assassination Classroom, and the ones I have made so far are the protag, a kid who specializes in demons and believes ghost exist but no one believes him, a teacher who is an ex-hero who retired after sustaining an injury that left him with a permanent limp, a teacher who is a veteran hero who had been in services for the same amount of time as ex-hero, an old nurse who's tired of kids hiding their injuries, and Valerie's and Danny roommates, Val's is a girl who currently questioning her sexuality and Danny's is a guy who can sleep through the loudest of explosions.

In the rest of the world, ghosts aren't thought to be real and don't really show up often. This is because there isn't enough ectoplasm to sustain them outside of Amity and the GIW have hidden any evidence of there existence. So Danny has to hide his powers from everyone except Valerie, which he does but he still give off a cryptic vibe and does and knows things that he probably shouldn't do or know. This has resulted in everyone thinking Danny has been possessed by a demon or became demonic due to the accident that happened to him.

I think I'll start writing the synopsis from some episodes later on but for know have the files on Danny (Danny design is insipired by @nicktoonsunite)

Here is Danny’s hero costume;

#danny fenton #danny phantom #dp #valerie gray #red huntress #dp hero au #dp au #hero au #oc's #hero #villain #protagonist #antagonist #ghost #guys in white #dp art #axion #vlad master #vlad plasmius