#brb while i go scream with joy

[bella-rose29]

episode 2 commentary - Let Go of Me

major spoilers for show and books, swearing, me obsessing over lockwood's hands probably (edit: definitely, and George's)

why did I immediately think jellyfish

omg the flowers

Luce you really shouldn't have taken that

just like @demigoddess-of-ghosts said, why tf are deprac asking if there's anyone else there when Lucy is quite literally screaming 'lockwood'

"miss lockwood" and "lockwood's my partner" 🤭

"we called your mother" ok well her mother is a Bitch so that wasn't a good idea

"rest up until he's given you the all-clear" like fuck she's gonna do that

omg the flowers!!!

ooo spooky green lighting

omg the ghost lock victims ward 🥲

I would love to know what they were planning on doing with this scene actually bc I feel like it sets up some sort of ghost lock victim storyline for the future - maybe using them for science? idk I'd just love to know

oof lockwood's hands

just this whole scene of lockwood

hands

barnes is not fucking around lol

HANDS

HANDS

the way he sits back in the chair has me WEAK

THE JAW MOVEMENT

can you tell I'm going feral

George's lil run omg

George is so neurospicy I love it

George your posture needs sorting out my love 😭

"You're meant to say no, Lucy" well it's difficult to say no to lockwood when he looks at you with his beautiful eyes and smile and-

"I'd say like a house on fire" 😭

my poor baby looks so tired :( and he definitely needs a shower oh dear

I didn't think I would hear lockwood with his queen's English call someone 'mate'

I love that George just says straight up facts

"posh one who thinks he's god's gift" sounds about right

"his weird mate with zero social skills" also sounds about right

I love that they included the tapes for norrie bc actually it's a great way of adding to the narrative (bc we don't have any voice overs) and we get lucy's view on stuff

and we see her survivor's guilt too - "like how I should have helped you" omg 🥲 (excuse me while I go cry in a corner)

ruby stokes the woman you are

"no it doesn't, it looks like I cooked it in an active volcano" pfffft George I love you

"Andrew lockwood"

"girls are funny about baths" he's trying goddammit

HIS SMILE

"she's not unhinged" "you're hardly the best judge of these things" "you need normal people around you" "you really think you're normal?" your honour I love their friendship

"the world's mad, and normal never fixed anything" gonna make it my motto

"let me... sleep on it" BOY YOU DON'T EVER SLEEP

oh Luce

okay but these special effects are so fucking cool

hang on why the hell did Lucy go to sleep holding the ring

Jesus Christ that scared the shit out of me

ooo green lighting!!!

pfft goes to hold his hand to wake him up

HIS FACE WHEN HE WAKES UP OMG 😭😂

also: NECK and THE FACT HE SLEEPS WITHOUT A SHIRT

I love the disgruntlement of george

WHITE T-SHIRT LOCKWOOD

"trousers are for wimps" ICONIC

omg I love that we get to see George's Touch!!! also his hand??? brb gonna go melt

LOCKWOOD'S HANDS AND FOREARMS WITH THE CHAINS

FOREARMS

omg Georgie it's not a wasp I'm sorry

ARMS

I am dying how the hell did Ali manage to make his voice say "oh shit" like that

LOCKWOOD HAS A RAPIER I'm gonna faint

"I can't believe you stole a Source" GEORGE YOU ARE ONE TO TALK

yeah Luce call him out

"we need to destroy her source and move on. let her go" I have so much to say about this omgggg bc on the one hand the episode is called Let Go of Me and rn I'm 1/3 of the way through this episode and they've repeated those words in different ways so many times it's unreal. and then on the other hand (spoilers for the books) there's the way that Lockwood isn't doing this himself, because he hasn't destroyed the source in his house and let his own ghosts go 😭

omg George loves an experiment you can hear the joy in his voice

NOT THE WAY HE PHYSICALLY MOVES TO PROVE HE'S ON LUCY'S SIDE omg they're becoming friends even if they don't know it yet

ARMS

OH LORD THE HOODIE??? I wanna steal it

NOT THE WAY HE HANDS HER THE RING AND LETS HIS TOUCH LINGER AND LUCY DOES THE SAME OMGGGG

THEY LITERALLY JUST STROKE EACH OTHER'S HANDS I CAN'T TAKE THIS

his smile omg

ruby stokes the woman you are omg

lockwood's face omg he's so conflicted bc on the one hand he's worried but on the other he's trying to not say yes when she goes 'you love me don't you?'

lockwood immediately pushing her aside

HANDS

HANDS

lockwood you need to stop taking sole responsibility for things

the sadness in his voice when he says 'this place is all that's left of my parents' omg

"Jesus, lockwood, we're screwed!" yep (also the way George says it is so funny help)

HANDS AND RING

barnes isn't taking any shit omg

such an ominous phone call

George's prison outfit (I can't remember who called it that)

omg I want lucy's playsuit

PINK SOCKS

also lockwood get your shoes off the table you heathen

no bc I actually want her playsuit

HANDS

HANDS AND RING AAAAA

:3

HANDSSSSS

"not a braying gallery for bellends" George I love you

BOBBY!!!

Lucy going straight in with the hard facts I love her

omg the scoff

THE SIDE PROFILE OF LOCKWOOD IS KILLING ME

kipps is such an arse

THE STANCE HE TAKES WITH THE SPARE HAND AND UGH

AND YOU NEED A LADDER

the way he says "yes you do" has me in a chokehold

the sMIRK

"irrelevant prick" love it

when the mutual friend leaves and you're left with the one you don't get on with

George you might be a weirdo but I love you for it

Lucy getting the juicy gossip and immediately becoming besties with george

ok well your mum is a bitch

oh lockwood wtf are you doing

"he's a little shit sir"

lockwood why

he looks so proud of himself I can't help it

"you're our biggest asset" oh boy

the regret on his face oops

"my judgement's been a little off recently" yeah bc you just met the love of your life

ok but women with swords 👀 bonus points if they're angry

HANDS

pink socks again

barnes once again not taking shit

she is a child sir you can't just spring that on her

omg Lucy :((((((

"let me go" - is that another reference to the episode title I see?

"lockwood's a charlatan" pfft

DONT YOU TALK ABOUT MY LOCKWOOD LIKE THAT

"they always make the most boring, unimaginative moves possible, don't they" - it's giving Cameron saying that everything is basic

lockwood read the room (cab)

"You were brilliant" boy's in love

"can we talk about this in the car" *taxi drives away*

"you might be able to turn your feelings on and off like a tap, but I am drowning here, lockwood" 😭

"You know sometimes I just... I just think I'd be better off dead" oh Luce 😢

also lockwood's reaction to that omg he pauses for a while and is all glassy eyed and then: "I understand that"

never mind them I am drowning here (in my tears)

"We need you, and it's not because you're an asset" "why then?" "because... because you're..." *looks away and clenches jaw* "Lucy Carlyle" *smiles really widely (I feel like he was considering telling her his feelings)

"we can't let you go" ANOTHER REFERENCE TO THE EPISODE TITLE

"that's why I went on tv, silly" WHERE IS MY BUCKET??? I DONT KNOW WHY HIM SAYING 'SILLY' LIKE THAT PAIRED WITH HOW HE WALKS TOWARDS HER MEANS I NEED MY BUCKET BUT I HAD TO PAUSE THE EPISODE TO MELT A LITTLE

"We're lockwood and co. you, me, and George" FUCK YEAH YOU ARE

"please stay" 🥺 (anything for you my love)

"so you'd look cool" lol

greeeeeeen

"you're more of a liability than an asset, Lucy" HE SAYS WHILE LOOKING AT HER WITH HEART EYES

oh Georgie

OMG HE HAS A PLATE OF BISCUITS AND A TINY GLASS OF MILK

GEORGIEEEE NO DONT YOU HURT MY BOY

green lighting!!!

"I'll take him" says boy with immense confidence

"can I offer you a cup of tea while you ransack my house? one lump or two" *throws torch and misses*

HNNNNNNNN THE NOISE I MADE WHEN HE DOES THE RAPIER THINGY AND GETS INTO HIS STANCE AND TWIRLS THE RAPIER AND PUTS HIS HAND UP

AND THEN WHEN HE DODGES THE TORCH??????? SIR WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO BE THAT FINE DODGING A FUCKING TORCH?????

oh my god the still I paused it on to write the above comment is gonna make me pee myself with laughter 😭😂 I wish I could screenshot to show everyone

ooo I might be completely delusional but Lucy smashes the mirror with her elbow in this scene (and the camera pauses on it for a good couple of seconds) and then plays a part in smashing the bone glass later on??? am I delusional or am I making connections???

Georgie omg

LUCY PICKING UP HIS GLASSES!!! I love this omg I would be lost without mine

HEHEHE STAB THAT INTRUDER

fuck me that neck crack was hot (also could lockwood fuck me please?)

green lighting!!!

also how did I never notice the stairs were spirally?

George you are so funny and I love you

I AM SORRY. WHAT. EVERYONE GO WATCH THIS FIGHT SCENE AND STUDY THE WAY LOCKWOOD FIGHTS/MOVES THE RAPIER IN HIS HAND BECAUSE- I need my bucket holy shit

George hauling those chains around like it's nothing ��

green lighting!!!

yeah you better run bitch

"we should have people round more often" lolllllll

lockwood can kick me-

"why are you making that face?"

"that's not your normal face, that's your 'I know something you don't' face"

sweaty lockwood

George's face when she pulls the ring out is so funny to me 😂

"you lunatic" *lockwood grinning widely* I love their reactions

aww let Georgie swear :(

[samandcolbyownme]

Oh my golly gosh gee look who's asking again. HELLO! this is not a req but an appreciation comment. The fact that you put out writing to the world knowing damn well that you could get hate is so brave. I am speaking for the whole fanbase we love you so much and your going to make it very far in life and you deserve it.❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Everyone should know by now that if you don’t like what I write, there’s the door 🚪

I write what the people want and I have so much fun doing it. I truly appreciate hearing that you love my work and all of that jazz. It truly means the world that I can bring joy and happinesss to so many people. I love each and every single one of you who follows me, is a silent/ghost reader, reblogs my stuff, or just follows me because of the vibes on my blog. I’m so so so happy you are here and brb while I go scream into a pillow. I love you so much

[starlostseungmin]

reblogging this to my main because why not and i feel like screaming right now because of joy ( mind you it has been a whole while since someone wrote something for me and i appreciate this so much ) btw i see where you got the idea for this drabble from 😼

His hair was dyed a burnt caramel color, falling down softly until right before it reached his eyes that you couldn’t help but stare at. The baggy white shirt he was wearing perfectly hung around his frame, enhancing the comfortable vibe he was exuding. To add salt to the wound, he looked exactly like your type.

— LIKE YES?? OF COURSE HE IS!! i don’t really mind having him blasting his apartment during karaoke night when he’s a fucking great singer !?!! and he’s hot too 😔

He was rambling. Oh, that’s so cute. He’s so cute, you’re heating up—are you having a fever?

— sir excuse me you’re literally making me go insane right now please stop or else i’m gonna turn into a puddle in front of you

It looks like stranger danger doesn’t apply now—you technically know him already. You could almost see your mother’s disapproving eyes, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Especially since you’ll be bringing home her son-in-law soon.

— mom you’ve been begging me to have a boyfriend, i’m finally bringing one home and you will like him for sure 🙏🏻 ( if only this was real, my parents will like seungmin fr )

okay so it’s safe to say that my conclusion is you want me to kms atp because of this drabble. it brought me back to my dorm life ( having karaoke nights are not allowed ) but if seungmin and his friends would do it, i don’t mind. this is me being whipped for this man!! he’s giving college boyfriend in this scenario. brb gonna cry under my bed.

thank you so much for this cielle !! gonna have smth for you soon 🤍

kim seungmin x gn!reader. fluff, humor, apartment neighbors au. 0.7k wc.

note: whipped this up for no reason other than i was feeling like writing something short before i write another entry in my college crush series !! tune in for whose entry is next 👀💌 (this drabble is for you @starlostseungmin have fun)

2024 ⓒ starseungs on tumblr. do not steal, repost, or edit.

[ 9:01PM ] A pained groan spills out of your mouth, adding to the uncomfortable thumping you were unfortunately feeling. “You cannot be fucking serious.”

While nine in the evening wasn’t exactly that late into the night, it wasn’t objectively early either. For those who liked to sleep early, they would’ve already gone to bed at least half an hour ago—and even for those who slept late, one would expect that they would be trying to relax by now.

It wasn’t that you particularly kept a strict sleeping schedule where you had to be in dreamland by this hour, but the you right now really wanted for that to happen. Desperately wished for it, even. If sleeping early was the only way to get rid of the horrid migraine you were nursing, then so be it. And on a normal night, that wouldn’t have been a problem for you to achieve.

Except, apparently, this wasn’t any normal night.

Your next-door neighbor’s karaoke session echoed loudly throughout your own apartment, to the point that you’d think you were part of whatever celebration they had going on over there. The booming bass of the speakers rhythmically followed the pounding in your head, accompanied by the carefree voices that seemed to pierce through your eardrums. To put it simply: it was hell on Earth for you right now.

To give your neighbor (and his friends, you assume) some credit, they were actually really good at singing. You could’ve enjoyed their small-scale performance if only you didn’t have a raging headache that made you want to freeze all of them into ice and throw them into the pits of the Antarctic. To make matters even worse, you didn’t even know them.

That was a realization that suddenly came to mind right after you banged irritated knocks on the entrance door next to yours. Too bad for you; you couldn’t even get to contemplate whether this was the right choice to make or not as the door swung open not even five counts later. 

“Uh, hello?” The guy before you starts sheepishly, making you suddenly aware of how the voices inside the room immediately ceased upon your knocks. “Are you my neighbor? Were we too loud? I’m so sorry; we’ll stop the singing now!”

See, you would have loved to sass him for it. To throw your frustration over your less-than-ideal state all out at him. Make him feel bad as much as you can. It was petty, but the little mutters inside your head were tempting you to do it—only for you to catch your tongue before all of it got spat out because, fuck.

You didn’t know you had such a hot neighbor.

His hair was dyed a burnt caramel color, falling down softly until right before it reached his eyes that you couldn’t help but stare at. The baggy white shirt he was wearing perfectly hung around his frame, enhancing the comfortable vibe he was exuding. To add salt to the wound, he looked exactly like your type.

“Are you alright?” His concerned question shook you out of your dazed state. “You just seem a little pale for your complexion.”

Now you were sure that all the gods had abandoned you because all you somehow managed to get out was a simple, “I’m sick.”

If you could only pinch yourself as a punishment for ruining your chance of having a decent interaction with this neighbor of yours that seemingly fell down from heaven, you already would’ve. You only felt way worse when you saw his eyes widen before sputtering out a frantic “Shit, I feel so bad now, uh—” He looks back into his apartment. “Do you want some soup? We have some soup. Leftovers—if you’re fine with that. It’s my birthday today, so we have some other stuff if you want some.”

He was rambling. Oh, that’s so cute. He’s so cute, you’re heating up—are you having a fever?

“Soup would be nice,” you mumbled quietly. At this point, you didn’t know if it was because you were completely lost in whatever sickness you were nursing or if it was just a side effect of being in the presence of the angel in front of you.

The guy nods immediately. “Sure,” he replies, stepping aside in an inviting manner. “You could come in while I heat it up for you. We won’t do anything, don’t worry. Call me Seungmin.”

Seungmin. Even his name sounds lovely. 

It looks like stranger danger doesn’t apply now—you technically know him already. You could almost see your mother’s disapproving eyes, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Especially since you’ll be bringing home her son-in-law soon.

“I’m Y/N.”

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[soundsandnoises]

Like riding a bike or the best is yet to come: Kids In Glass Houses. 'Smart Casual' 15th Anniversary Tour. Review.

Kids In Glass Houses with The Nightmares.

O2 KENTISH TOWN FORUM, LONDON.

O2 ACADEMY BRISTOL

GREAT HALL, CARDIFF

It's been a week since Kids In Glass Houses shows and it's been truly 'a bitch of a week'. Double dose kind of one. Almost like it had to balance out the truly great one I had when I went to see KIGH in London, Bristol and Cardiff. Because THAT week, every time I screamed those words, especially on Saturday, they simply were not true. For the first time, in a very long time. Like magic. I guess three time's a charm.

To say it was an emotional week, it would be an understatement. It's been a whirlwind of emotions: from bawling my eyes like a idiot while singing 'Sunshine' (which was followed by 'The Best Is Yet to Come', which didn't help at all) on a very rainy Wednesday to tears of joy as I was going back home on Saturday and reading KIGH's after-show's photo caption 'BRB... MAKING A NEW ALBUM!' [spoilers!].

Nine years ago I thought I was singing some of those songs at their show for the last time. It was gloomy, it seemed their hearts were not in it anymore. The KIGH chapter came to an end. 'Well, we lied!' Aled seemed to be having the time of his life, back at it, going through 'Smart Casual' like hurricane. The joy, the electricity was back up and running on high voltage, sparkling between the band in their eyes, smiles and little comments. The “aged like fine wine” applied absolutely, the band seemed to be better than ever, their form sizzling, their performance on fire...

Funny how things tend to go full circle, or go yin/yang: an experience that made my year/extremely mentally exhausting work week, a very naïve relation from 2008 show, when KIGH supported Simple Plan in Poland, when I barely knew one song and wished I could know more/ singing every single one of the songs from 'Smart Casual' amazed how they have weathered the time and are still fresh, on point. The burnt-out and tired last shows v. rebirth celebrating the album that started it all. Magic.

15 years ago 'Smart Casual' came to be in a room at the estate, filled with fax machines... or something like that. And 15 years later it means so much to so many... Nothing's changed, yet everything is different (including the fact that Cardiff was 'the first PG Kids's show' [as in there were kids in the audience] so Aled had to mind his tongue, so he couldn't swear, which resulted in 'Flip' instead of 'Fuck' and one hashed out, I guess “Damn!” passed somehow, but hey, it was hard to hide the excitement. Can't blame him. It was sight to see, or hear, I guess, when the room was filled with the choir of voices carrying the tune. And cheering, constant, happy cheering, with every first note of every song (“they're cheering like they don't know what song comes next?!” said the girl next to me at the Bristol gig and I couldn't help but laugh, she was obviously right since it was 'Smart Casual' track listing, yet, I understood the cheering, it's nice to be excited every now and then, also: it seemed for once I wasn't the biggest grump – even though I wasn't at my best that night, all the bad went into that sad, sad poem I wrote that afternoon and so the only thing that was left for me to do was to fully immerse into the happiness of the live show). As much as I enjoyed Bristol gig, it seemed a bit off with, let's call them: technical issues. The sound at times was a bit off, especially during The Nighmares' show. The confetti seemed to misfire and half of it blew on the stage rather than spill at the crowd (not that I mind). Aled dropped his microphone, landed in the crowd, recovered the piece of equipment and mocked himself mercilessly for it (since he went against everyone's advice and got himself cordless mic he said he should have known better that he would do something like this and until Bristol it worked just fine). Hey, as long as it wasn't Cardi B/ 50 Cent sort of thing (and it wasn't) I bet fans were rather happy to have Aled jump onto the barrier.

To add to the 'off' vibe – a girl smacked me in the face, right after the show ended and KIGH were taking after show photo, she went through the crowd like a battering ram, just to be in the photo, since I showed fim resistance that was my reward. There was no black eye, just a crappy feeling, so it wasn't as bad. And the show kind of seemed rushed. 'Lilli Rose' was cut from the setlist. But, but it was still absolutely wonderful and emotional and crazy good.

And on Saturday, their homecoming gig their smiles were brighter than at the shows before, and even though again 'Lilli Rose' got the boot from the setlist it was still a perfect night. With all the gratitude (and Aled thanking their loved ones for putting up with them this past year), cheeky spelling (instead of 'play D.E.AD' crowd was supposed to chant 'A.L.E.D.' which seemed to work especially in Cardiff) and fun it made the 'Smart Casual' 15th anniversary shows fill to the brim with great memories.

I must say I'm impressed they managed to keep the 'making new album' surprise under the wraps and revealed it they way they did. Well played.

Setlist:

'Smart Casual'

Fisticuffs

Easy Tiger

Give Me What I Want

Saturday

Lovely Bones

Shameless

Girls

Good Boys Gone Rad

Dance All Night

Pillow Talk

Raise Hell

Church Tongue

Encore:

Sunshine

The Best Is Yet to Come

Lilli Rose

Peace

Youngblood (Let It Out)

Matters at All

Few words about the opening band: The Nightmares.

Black roses and candles darkened the stage and set the mood for the support act – The Nightmares. Noir and goth aesthetic was laced and bound with synth filled indie rock that roared through the venue. Was it emo? New wave? Dark pop? Punk? Well, it was a mix of everything, packed with twisted, dark lyrics. Not something I expected, but something that was a great start of the evening.

I enjoyed it very much. They've just released their debut album 'Séance' and you can listen to it here.

[ga-yuri-les-bl-an]

KYAAAAAAA!!

He finally went along with the joke!!! I mean he was forced into it but OMG HE WENT ALONG WITH IT.

[shinsouskitten]

Okay so hc’s of Hawks, Dabi, Bakugo, and Shinsou with an outta pocket s/o plz! She just oozes crackhead energy and says the most funniest most wildest shit. (Hawks:*teasing her* S/O: Ah, so you think cuz your balls drag across the floor, you got jokes huh? ☺️) Sis could come up with the most immaculate of roasts (S/O: Mineta, you waste of sperm! I will rip your spine outta your ass and make it into fine China before sending it to your parents 😡) and do the dumbest things just cuz she wants to (Monoma’s on his bullshit and S/O just suplexes him without saying a single word). Imagine their faces when she breaks the fourth wall a couple of times, says some freaky shit with a straight face, or she’ll just go “Nope” and jump out of a window with no hesitation (she don’t care how high the drop is, she heading out). Need them to be with someone who just has “I woke up and chose violence” energy.

I POSTED IT TO THE WRONG ASK 😭😭😭 i still have the other request saved on the actual document so at least i didnt completely fuck it up

still, im gonna go cry in a corner so brb

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i had a stroke reading this 😅

but like i read this out to my buddy @grapefantaenby and we both were like BRO I LOVE THAT, even if my writing of it is subpar at best lol

also that m*neta insult is actual perfection. might send it to my ex

Warnings: chaos, some swear words, m*neta exists 🤮

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Hawks/Keigo Takami: 

🍗 Keigo loves it

🍗 He especially loved when the two are you are partnered up, simply because of how terrified the villains are when they see you. You’re not even that scary, they just have no idea what you’re going to do

🍗 You could either decide your weapon of choice that day is a chair, or take a bag of popcorn from a nearby store and just sit there eating it while Hawks does his job (heroes don’t steal so Keigo always makes sure to go back to the store and pay for you if you forget)

🍗 He’s used to you jumping out of random windows. He was absolutely terrified the first time, and jumped straight after you to catch you, but now he just sends a bunch of his feathers to make sure you make it to the ground safely 

🍗 You don’t bend over and accept everything the commission asks you to do, and it’s quite common for them to demand that Hawks keep an eye on you to ensure you don’t get into too much trouble. It’s also quite common for you to just walk out mid meeting with a middle finger to the rest of the conference room and a scream that you want food

🍗 The fourth wall breaks. Oh God the fourth wall breaks. Hawks literally just stand there like ‘what the fuck’ when you turn to an empty piece of sidewalk and mutter something about villains being too hot for their own good (legit thinks for a moment you mean temperature-wise, but is still confused anyway)

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Dabi/Touya Todoroki:

💙🔥 Oh boy. If there’s one thing that gets on Dabi’s nerves it’s chaotic individuals. He deals with Toga and Twice on a daily basis, so you’d think he’d know how to tone out the craziness. Alas, he does not

💙🔥 Sometimes he wants to throw you against the wall and just tell you to shut up for a goddamn second, and other times he wants to praise you for showing some low level villain that the league was not to be messed with. Maybe you did it with an insult about his mother, but it still worked, and the villain left you with an apology quickly enough

💙🔥 Not that Dabi would ever actually tell anyone that he thought they did a good job, so he usually just ignores you, attempting to stay out of your way (he also doesn’t really want you to insult his mother)

💙🔥 Eventually he becomes more accustomed to your… uniqueness, and occasionally you actually manage to get a half smile from him with one of your numerous insults aimed towards Shigaraki. They can get pretty creative

💙🔥 If Dabi is ever at odds with the rest of the league for some reason (there’s not really a reason, he’s just being Dabi), they - usually mom Kurogiri - sends you in an attempt to cheer him up. If you don’t manage to cheer him up, you still manage to annoy him enough to force him back to the rest of them. Either way it works out

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Katsuki Bakugou:

💥 ‘Wow you’re annoying’ is the first thing Bakugou thinks when he meets you (he should meet himself) so he plans to just ignore you. After all, he’s not there to make friends. He’s there to be the best hero

💥 Annoyingly, even with your naturally chaotic energy, you still manage to stay right on his toes. That’s what finally gets him to notice you (notice me senpai), and to his frustration, you’re barely even trying to beat him, and yet you manage to remain hot on his heels

💥 He’s surprised you’re not suspended from all the shit you pull, but you always manage to get yourself out of trouble one way or another. Even if that way is jumping out of a second story window and claiming they can’t kick you out when you’re injured (how that actually works he has no idea)

💥 He’s wanted to throw a chair at that stupid copycat Monoma since he first met him, so when you actually throw a chair at the guy, Bakugou laughs. Like really laughs. Kirishima thought he might’ve been possessed for a moment, but Monoma’s expression when he finally got back up was priceless

💥 It takes a while but he slowly manages to respect your skill as a hero - as much as King Explosion Murder can respect anyone. And even though your personality is… unusual, you’re not Deku, so he can deal with you

💥 Besides, anyone who can and will suplex Monoma without any warning is a worthy friend for him

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Hitoshi Shinsou:

💜 The first time he met you, you were screaming like a banshee running through the halls of school, chasing after a small purple speck some way off in the distance. He didn’t get involved

💜 He saw you next being held apart from Bakugou with help from Aizawa’s scarf. You were screaming again, but this time at least you sounded human. He heard something about an ‘angry pomeranian’ before he decided to leave you to it

💜 You’re part of 1A, so Shinsou doesn’t pay you much mind other than the infuriating need to prove himself to everyone that ever doubted him. He’s surprised when you don’t act like the others in your class, and first gets to talk to you after you barrel into him in the hallways mid lesson (you were both skipping so he didn’t call you out on it)

💜 He asked if you were okay, and your exasperated response of ‘Bakugou’ explained enough for him. You sat together for a while. Okay, you refused to get up from the floor. He got tired of standing and decided to join you

💜 You get your first smile from him after you’re almost caught by a teacher looking for you, when you grab his hand and make a mad dash to a darkened classroom currently unused by anyone else

💜 Your first laugh comes when you flip off Denki after he tried one of his many pickup lines on you. The blond’s reaction was great, and Shinsou couldn't help but chuckle at how you managed to twist Denki’s pickup line into some distorted insult to his… nether regions

💜 Your chaos is a nice contrast to how nonchalant Shinsou usually is. You bring some much needed joy to the purple haired insomniac, and he helps to calm you down when your usual energy might be unneeded in certain situations. You know what they say; opposites attract

[wooahaes]

hi daisy i know your semi-recent post wanted us to see how we felt about cheol’s leadership in the most recent chapter ! so here’s my thoughts from the chapter(i did have some random notes here and there) sorry it’s a bit long <3

ult spoiler’s (kinda) ?!!

not only cheol but i like that majority of the characters during the fight scenes where proactive in acknowledging both sides of y/n and seungkwan. rather than just picking one over the other.

for the fight (the honey & crumbs) jousha’s character did a nice job of the first point i mentioned. and i liked that he also didn’t coddle y/n just because they’re new.

for cheol (in the aftermath of crumbs argument) while y/n thinks its childish, his character made the right call in asking if they wanted to be separated for the day. (to prevent more petty arguments) and it gives the opportunity for the characters to kinda reflect about what just happened.

about y/n it was nice to read, their character explaining to josuha forcing an apology bc of “family” environment, bc it allows for genuine apologies from the characters

in reference to the (apple bruising fight) loved the line “It happens. I just need to know the whole story first before we can take care of this.” from the writing during this part cheol just wants accountability and like to explain its normal and fine to “fight” as long as there’s room for a solution.

AHHH the riverbed (if thats the right word) scene with them looking for the bracelet *chief’s kiss* both the verbal and physical reassurance from cheol, the vulnerability from seungkwan. yesss!!!

like i said earlier i do like how these characters are written to be able to cry and be vulnerable, i feel like ppl assume emotions are weak so i like reading it in literature it makes it feel more relatable &&& the small moments of physical acknowledgment from this chapter like the forehead kiss and head pats HESISNSOSM SO GOOD!

while i did get a bit off topic (sorry) overall i felt like cheol’s leadership in this chapter was good, it wasn’t harsh nor biased to either y/n or seungkwan.

time to read the updated version!

aaaaAAA LISTEN THIS IS A JOY TO READ AND I HOPE U KNOW THIS!!! brb screaming AND crying-

to address each of your points bc i want to

it was super important to me that every character during the fights acknowledged that both people had their sides. i think the only person who would ever blindly side w yn would be chan, and i think he'd only do it initially. it's 100% different in his eyes from when he and seungkwan bicker because for them it's more like a sibling squabble. with yn and seungkwan, it's elevated into something more and chan recognizes that.

shua's character was very important to me while writing this. while cheol is fully a leader of this group, jeonghan + joshua both have their roles as the oldest in keeping the peace and making sure people are comfortable. hope it becomes more apparent in their own parts about how deeply they trust cheol and try to do their own part to care for the entire group. there's a lot of people and cheol is only one person, after all. also its definitely important to me that shua not coddle reader at all because seungkwan did have a point about cross-contamination between foods. he took it a little far, but it's important that his side was recognized there.

oh cheol 100% made the right call. i think address yn thinking of it being childish is just showing that like... even if it does feel childish for someone to separate people after a fight, it's important.

ye ye!! i think i fully projected there that i think apologies should be genuine. like shua said: i think they would have already worked through emotions because cheol probably has a stance where they shouldn't go to bed with any ill will toward each other (although exceptions happen: sometimes you really do need to sleep on a problem and come back to it with a clearer head).

aaa thank u <3 fights happen in a group as big as this and i think pretty much everyone knows that? accountability was something very important for me throughout writing this. seungkwan might have started fights, sure, but i didnt want yn to be completely innocent in every situation if that makes sense? fights are going to happen. they're a big group, people don't always get along 24/7.

riverbed, riverside, river itself--it really makes no difference to me lol. not to be like "this is my favorite seungcheol moment i've written so far" but i think it really is? that's purely for writing and not planning since there might be one that tops it right now, but i'm glad his role as a leader really got to shine a bit.

hehe i love physical acknowledgement. little forehead kisses and head pats and hugs and reassuring hand holding... i think it's good for them to be able to cry and support one another and be vulnerable. i think that's the point i really wanted to push with this chapter (and with at least two more in the future): that it's okay to be scared and it's okay to be vulnerable with the people you trust and love. seungkwan was someone i felt really would put his happiness beneath others. he's not the only one, but those chapters will come out eventually.

thank you though for the long ask!!! i was really hoping cheol's leadership would be pretty solid since it was important to me that he listened to both sides and made sure everyone was cared for.

have fun <3 it's really not all that much, but just an expansion on one scene and an additional one where seungkwan gets to talk about his feelings with some people he really should have talked to.

thank u again for the long ask hehe i love getting super long asks and getting to talk abt my writing thoughts <3

[drstrangefictions]

What If...Clint Barton Spoke Up During the Avengers Meeting?

Chapter one

Clint Barton & Original Female Character

Word Count: 1K+

Spoilers: "Loki" Season 1; "What If...?" Season 1; "i don't want to be saved" fanwork book 1

Basic Warnings + Trigger Warnings: brb crying, Frigg living a normal life??? couldn't be. Or could it?

AO3: Link

Master List || Next Chapter

Frigg sat alone outside of the conference room in the Avengers Tower. She looked over her shoulder and saw a few visible Avengers—Thor was amongst those that she could see. She swallowed hard, being unable to hear what they were discussing about her fate on Midgard. She saw a few Avengers wave their hands as they spoke–mostly Tony and Stephen going back and forth with two Avengers that had their backs to her. She noticed her uncle peer in her direction, but it was hard to tell if he was actually looking at her or at something in her general direction. The redhead (one of the two that had her back to Frigg) peered over her own shoulder and caught the young girl watching the conference. The Avenger quickly looked away from her and leaned toward the Avenger to her left. The Avenger she whispered to looked over his shoulder at Frigg.

Frigg turned away from the conference room and leaned against the glass wall and slowly slide down. Having to sit and wait to hear her undesired fate was a nightmare, it was boring, she would much rather run away and hide from the Avengers and the ants that inhabit this planet—it wasn’t that it was more fun, it was more so that she would be free from what was to come.

The door to the conference room swung open violently and pulled Frigg from her anxious thoughts. She looked up at the individual that stepped out of the room. Tony Peered down at her and walked past her with nothing to say. He held his head high as if he owned the place (and he did). Stephen was the next person to step out of the conference room.

“Don’t take it personally, he doesn’t play well with others.” Was all Stephen could offer her before he followed the bank account of the Avengers to another room.

Slowly, the Avengers filed out of the conference room and to wherever their next destination was. Thor, Natasha, and Clint were the last three to remain in the conference room. She heard Thor’s booming voice explain something to the two other Avengers, however she couldn’t make out what he was explaining to them. She crossed her arms and closed her eyes for what felt like an eternity (in reality it was probably only 15 minutes). The door swung open, and Thor walked past Frigg without giving her a passing glance. Natasha and Clint walked out of the room and stopped in front of her.

“Hey, kiddo.” Clint knelt down and patted her arm. “Did you bring anything here with you when Heimdal dropped you off?” He asked.

She blinked slowly and looked at Clint. It took her a moment to process what he had asked. She slowly shook her head.

Clint nodded. “How about you and Miss Romanoff here go shop around while I make a phone call, okay?”

Frigg furrowed her eyebrows and looked over at Natasha, who offered a small nod. “I’ll go, but I don’t understand what’s going on.” She spoke.

Clint stood up. “We’re going to find you a home.”

“We’re going to use the Stark Industries business credit card to buy everything you ask for.” Natasha said bluntly.

Frigg ran down the stairs. “Mom? Dad? Have either of you seen my headphones?” She hollered.

Laura stepped out of the kitchen while drying her hands with a towel. “I haven’t seen your headphones. Everyone’s outside if you want to go out and ask them.” She motioned to the door. “While you’re out there, tell them that lunch is just about ready.”

Frigg nodded as she walked toward the front door. “Will do!” She pulled the front door open and pushed the screen door. She peered out of the farmhouse and looked around at the open space before her. She stepped out of the house and walked toward the sound of Nathaniel screaming with joy. “Hey! Mom said lunch is almost ready. On an unrelated note, where are my headphones, Lila?”

“Have you checked my room; I may have barrowed them since someone took mine.” Lila said slowly as she focused on the target in front of her and her father. She exhaled slowly and let the string go on her bow, striking the center of the target.

“Bullseye!” Clint cheered quietly.

“I’ll check your room later, I guess. I didn’t want to barge in, that’s rude.” Frigg crossed her arms. “Boundaries and all. You heathens.”

Lila looked behind her and smiled at Frigg. “You get used to being part of the family.”

“If you’re going to fight, get it out before we eat or hold it in until after.” Clint plucked the bow out of Lila’s hand. “You, go grab your brothers; and you, go tell mom we’re just cleaning up.”

Frigg nodded. “You got it.” She spun on her heel and walked toward the front door; she stomped up the stairs and swung the screen door open. She pushed the door in. “They’re coming, they’ve made a mess of the yard and they want to clean it before they come back in.” She walked straight into the kitchen.

“At least they’re cleaning up this time.” Laura laughed to herself. She silently watched Frigg drag herself through the kitchen. “Are you alright?”

Frigg suddenly perked up, as if to erase any idea that she was anything but alright. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m just a naturally gloomy looking individual. It doesn’t help that my skin practically looks ghostly. I’m also so tired, I mean, my bags have bags!” She faced Laura and pulled the skin on her face downward, showcasing her eyebags (and her eyebags’ bags). “The only thing I have going for me is my brown hair, imagine how much gloomier I’d be if I had black hair.”

“Frigg…” Laura’s voice trailed.

“What?” Frigg locked eyes with Laura.

Laura gave her a small smile. “I have three kids of my own, two of them are teenagers. You’ve lived here for three years and have been a part of this family for the same amount of time. You might not be human, but you’re still a teenager. Nothing gets past me.”

Frigg looked away. “I suppose you’ve got me there. Everything gets past dad… or maybe he’s just really good at playing oblivious, I mean, he is a spy, isn’t he?” She looked back up. She rubbed the palm of her hand. “I still feel a bit weird about everything, you know? I know it’s been three years since I’ve been here and part of the family. It’s all just strange.” She furrowed her eyebrows and grabbed the stack of plates and utensils.

Laura watched her with a sad smile. “I understand.”

She slowly walked toward the dining room table. “I have no doubt. And I couldn’t be more grateful, I’d hate to know what my life would be like had I not been taken here.”

“Go wash your hands!” Clint hollered at his three kids as they ran into the house. He walked into the kitchen, passing Frigg. “What’s going on here?” He noted her expression.

“We’re just having a rare moment.” Laura said, saving Frigg.

“One of those bonding dealios.” Frigg added.

Clint pursed his lips. “Dealios?” He furrowed his eyebrows and glanced over at Frigg as he washed his hands. “This isn’t about what I think it is right? It’s not a female talk, is it?”

“What’s so bad about one of those talks?” Frigg raised an eyebrow.

“Everything.” Clint scoffed. “What’s really going on?”

Frigg inhaled and raised her shoulders. “Opening up emotionally and all that. I just feel weird about everything is all. It’s been a few years and I should be over it; shouldn’t I be?” She circled the table and placed a plate down in each spot; she circled the table a second time and placed the utensils down by each plate.

Clint walked toward her and pulled one of the chairs out and sat down. He motioned to the chair next to him. “I don’t know what you’ve seen or what you really went through, but if it’s as bad as you told me, you’re going to feel weird.”

Frigg sat down next to Clint. “I suppose that makes sense. Oh! If you four are done making messes outside, can I con you into playing Eels and Escalators with me?”

“Eels and Escalators?” He glanced at Laura, hoping she knew what Frigg was asking him to play.

“You know what I’m talking about. It was in an episode of Spongebob, the one where they were swearing. I’ve been saying they need to make that into a real game for literal years. Nat bought it for me the last time I was in New York with her. I’ve already built the escalators and read the instructions; all I need are people to play with.” She grabbed his wrist and shook his arm. “I don’t ask to do much with you, so, please?”

“We’ll look at it after we eat.” Clint said, grabbing a baking sheet piled high with nachos from Laura and placing it next to his plate. “The other kids got lost, more for us?” He dished himself up and immediately grabbed Frigg’s plate from in front of her and dished her up too.

Frigg smiled. “Isn’t that a bit mean?”

Clint nodded. “Yes.”

As if on cue, Lila, Cooper, and Nathaniel ran down the stairs and slide into their seats. Laura placed salsa and queso down on the table and returned to the kitchen to grab drinks for everyone. Clint slipped out of his chair and dashed into the kitchen to help Laura with drinks. Nathaniel reached over the table and started plucking nachos from Clint’s plate and giggled about it.

Frigg smiled and tapped the table to get Nathaniel’s attention. Once she had his attention, she held up one finger and dragged it in the air. Nathaniel quickly became mesmerized with her magic—she dished him up without touching anything.

“Thank you, Frigg!” Nathaniel shouted.

“Awh, did Frigg dish you up buddy?” Clint asked, walking back over with drinks for himself, Nathaniel, and Frigg. “I wanted to do that.”

Nathaniel looked away, refusing to respond.

“He was just sooooo hungry. You were depriving him of his food!” Frigg pointed at Clint with a soggy chip. “He was going to die!”

Cooper nodded. “So am I, pass the dish.” He held his hands out for the sheet pan.

Frigg grabbed the pan and handed him the pan. “Drama queen.”

“You would know.” Cooper snorted.

Frigg nodded. “Of course, I would, I live with him.”

“Frigg, I have a question for you.” Clint interrupted the sibling bickering. “Would you be interested in really learning how to use your powers?”

Frigg raised an eyebrow. “I know how to use them.”

Clint looked down and pursed his lips. He glanced back up at her. “I mean to be a part of the new generation of heroes. We’ve been thinking about training kids like you, kids with potential to be the next Avengers.”

“Oh.”

“No discussing work at the table.” Laura reminded them.

[kithtaehyung]

So I'm back with my thoughts on ex not missed..

First of all I loved how it was set up, I fell in love with seokjin 474738 times

Now I'll paste here what I wrote while ow as reading cause I took quick notes

-i relate to the bad luck holy shit that's me

-i love Jin so much did I say it????? Also in his glasses????????

-he s so nice to help reader and not look I wanna cry

-he even cooked for reader and she's been just bitching at him

-mrs nameless I died and came back to life honestly

-i feel so bad for Jin being unlucky too

-he s so nice taking care of reader I'll cry into oblivion

-THE EGGPLANT EMOJI IM DYING

-"this guy is your boyfriend, remember, sweetheart?" I CHOKED HOLY SHIT

-ALSO I LOVE HOW DEMANDING HE IS.. DEMAND MY LIFE SEOKJIN PLEASE

-ILL CRY THEY WOULD BE AN HILARIOUS COUPLE IF READER WASN'T SO ???????

-the vase scarred Jin for life to the point of asking to not get hurt😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

-NIT YHE HORRIBLY CURLY FRONT😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

-can someone give the reader a joy.. she can't even say something that it just doesn't happen😭😭😭💀💀

-SHINGLES RETREAT IM LAUGHING IT'S 5 AM HELPPP

-THE JOKES IM DYING 💀💀💀

-im sorry I'm picturing Jin eating that gingerbread house icing and my heart melted

-reader screams Capricorn, and honestly I relate I feel so called out oof

-READER EMBRACE THE LOOOVE CMON

ALSO YES STARE AT HIS NECK VEINS -HOT (just Jin being hot)

-i'll be crying bc of his reaction to the breakfast brb

-OH HE ATE THE EGGS WITH THE SHELL FOR THE READER IM GONNA CRYYYYYYYY

-CRYING SOBBING FOR THE HOT SPRINGS OMFG HE'S SO CUTE I'M IN TEARS

-THIS IS A PERSONAL ATTACK IM SOBBING CAUSE THEY ARE CRYING TOGETHER

-READER GET YOUR SHITS TOGETHER AND KISS HIM

-JIN DONT GO

-THE SCARF IM SOBBING

-SHE GOT THE NAME RIGHT HOLY FUCK

-COME BACK HOME I'M IN TEARS AGAIN

-USE ME HOLY FUCK IM A NEW PERSON

I guess I stopped here cause I concentrated yup, I loved the fast forward, I was so afraid they would never meet again but the ending made me melt, actually overall it made me melt, Jin was such a sweetheart putting himself aside to cheer up reader.. I will never mentally recover from reading this one shot, I need some fluff to compensate my broken and pieced back together heart..😭

Thank you for the suggestion and for blessing my eyes with that one shot, I loved it so much

Awhhhh yay!! Lynn you read it and omg?? All the commentary is dang amazing😭💕 I fell in love with that Jin while writing it ahaha like no question he was just wanting to help this struggling stranger.. And yeah reader was on the abrasive side but turned out to be a big softie anyway LOL

So much happened! And it’s so funny because your notes suddenly turn into all caps LMAO like!! The turning point is obvious and I’m cryinggg😂 I’m also so happy that you pointed out the jokes because I WAS CACKLING OK💀 This Jin did not hold back on the humor and reader was nottt having it🤣 But then of course we get to the more serious stuff, and the climax of everything. It was a challenge to write because this was a rom com style, but I think I like how it ended up! Glad to know you enjoyed it, at least :D

They both deserve so much and I hope they are having the best times right now watching movies and drinking wine at resorts as a couple🥺 You’re so sweet for reading and letting me know what you liked!! Thank you so so much😭💕💕

[watchmegetobsessed]

Love Of My Life - Shawn Mendes (2/2)

im so soft right now, and i want a child brb im crying in the corner

part 1

drabble list masterlist

Her tiny feet are fast on the tiled floor as she is slaloming between the rushing people in the hallway, occasionally earning a high five from someone, making her giggle so loud it echoes through the whole hallway.

“I got you!”

Picking her up you pretend to be biting into her stomach as her laughter never dies down, arms in the air, he adorable piggy tails bouncing around her head.

“Mommy! Mommy!” she screams happily, guiding her to your hip. She hold onto your backstage pass with one hand while she starts waving at a running technician who waves back happily.

With a four year-old on board, the venue is always a playground, not that anyone minds it. Skylar brings so much joy to everyone working on the tour, it wouldn’t be the same without her. It shows that she spent most of her first year on the road because touring is like a big adventure for her, she loves sleeping on the bus, exploring arenas and new hotels every other day, playing with her daddy in the parking lot before sound check and her favorite? Cheering for Shawn when he is on stage, singing his songs with gibberish words while clapping to the rhythm.

“Who is this happy little monster here?” Shawn calls out from the end of the hallway, her head immediately shoots in his direction and holding out her arms she basically jumps into his arms.

“Daddy! Mommy caught me!” she happily informs him pointing at you.

“She did?” he dramatically gasps before pressing a sloppy kiss to both her cheeks.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in your spot? Concert starts in three,” you ask Shawn as he grimaces at Skylar, making her giggle over and over again.

“Yeah, but I wanted to kiss my girls before going on stage.”

Leaning closer to you he presses his lips to yours, taking your bottom lip between his and sucking on it gently.

“Ew! Stop it!” Skylar grimaces, her fingers sneaking between your and Shawn’s mouth in attempt to make you part.

“You want one too?” he asks grinning at her and before she could even say a word, you and him kiss her cheeks, squishing her face and making her giggle again.

“Alright, I gotta go. Love you both.”

He hands her back to you and she waves him goodbye as he runs off, ready to blow the stage up. This tour means a lot to him. It’s been three years since the last time he hit the road, Skylar was just a baby and after all the struggles you went through during that tour, traveling around the world with a baby, you both agreed you need some time before doing it again, wait until she is older and easier to travel with. He was worried sick before the tour officially kicked off, stressing about how Skylar will do with being on the road, being away from home, but it all went to nothing when he saw how carefree and joyful she has been. The girl literally only needs mommy, daddy and her blanket she sleeps with at night and nothing else matters to her, making it easy to travel from city to city.

“Come on, let’s check out daddy on stage,” you tell her heading towards the stage as she starts cheering in your arms.

You grab her pink ear muffler on the way, making sure the loud music is not damaging her hearing and taking your usual spot you watch Shawn take the stage like a tornado, enjoying every moment he spends with his fans.

Putting Skylar down you let her dance around your feet, jamming to the music like she always does, her yellow dress twirling around her tiny figure every time she swings her hips to the side. You reach into your pocket to grab your phone and start recording here from behind with Shawn in the background, jumping up and down. Opening your Instagram you upload the short clip with the title “she got it from her daddy” and let your one million followers adore her cuteness.

“Hey, Y/N!” Robb, one of the workers from the venue calls out for you. “The shower in Shawn’s dressing room is acting up, but there is another one in the next room. Will you tell him to use that when he is done?”

“Sure!” you smile at him and he is just about to turn around and move on when his eyes widen and your mother instinct immediately warns you that it’s something with Skylar.

Turning around you don’t see her around you anymore, instead, the toddler is running on the stage, right towards her dad, arms up in the air as she is screaming at him.

“Oh shit!” you gasp immediately leaping after her, but it’s kind of too late. She is sprinting so fast, making the band go all “wtf” at her as she is running towards Shawn who is at the front of the stage. All eyes are on you and her as the crowd starts screaming her name.

Shawn’s head snaps back and when he sees the little girl reaching for him at first panic sets in his face, but then he realizes nothing really happened to her. Picking her up he sees you and you mouth him a sorry, but he just smiles at you warmly.

“I turned away just for a second,” you explain, trying to speak loud over the screaming in the arena. Skylar couldn’t be less bothered, giggling at the people clapping for her, waving at them as if the whole show was hers.

“It’s alright,” Shawn assures you fixing her dress with one hand. “I have an idea,” he smiles at her and you don’t understand his intention, but you walk backstage anyway, letting him do whatever he has on his mind.

“We have a special guest tonight. Skylar wanted to say hello,” he chuckles into the mic and holding it to her she basically bites into it mumbling a sweet hi to the people.

Walking over to the piano at the back he sits her down next to him as his fingers slide over the keys.

“This one is for you, Princess,” he smiles down at her, eyes shining as she is staring up at her daddy with endless adoration.

When the melody of Queen’s Love Of My Life starts you can already feel the tears dwelling in your eyes. Despite the sad meaning of the song, Skylar loves it. The first time she heard Shawn sing it at a rehearsal she was just two, trooped over to him at the piano, plopped down on the ground and stared up at him with breathtaking devotion, eyes never leaving his face as he sang the song beautifully, making everyone watch them with love warming their body.

She reacts the same way this time. Her eyes glued to his face as he sings the lines, making the whole arena go silent watching the enchanting daddy-daughter moment, enjoying to be part of such a wonderful thing.

Moments like this reminds you of how deeply you love him, your love growing each day if that’s even possible. He never fails to amaze you till this day, even after all these years you’ve spent with him and you are just hoping you’ve given back enough to him with your actions and that he knows how much he means to you.

When the song ends and the tune of the piano comes to a halt people start screaming, go crazy as he wraps his army around the little girl, hugging her tight to his chest as he tiny hands hold onto his neck.

Struggling with your tears you walk back, taking Skylar from his hands he leans to you capturing your lips in a sweet kiss before you walk off, letting him continue with his next song.

You keep an eye on Skylar cautiously for the rest of the show, not wanting to let her interrupt the concert one more time, even though it’s pretty clear no one would mind it. Once it’s over, Shawn runs off the stage and Skylar is right there, waiting to jump into his arms.

“Daddy! You sang to me!” she giggles ash Shawn holds her high before sitting her to his hip.

“Did you like it?” he smiles at her playfully.

“Yes! Again! Again!” she chants making both of you chuckle.

“I’ll sing you something at bedtime, okay?” he offers and she accepts it happily. “Come on, let’s get going.”

An hour later she is passed out in the middle of the king sized bed, hands above her head, legs thrown in the weirdest position, just like she used to sleep when she was a baby. Shawn is lying next to her, one hand on her stomach as he is watching her sleep peacefully. You join them on the bed, kissing his forehead gently before making yourself comfortable.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” he whispers, his eyes peeking at you.

“Not in a few hours, if I remember correct,” you smirk at him, the corners of his mouth turning upward.

“Then I love you and thank you for everything you do for our daughter and me. It means the world to me.”

“You are doing just as much for me and her,” you smile back at him, nuzzling your head into the pillow.

“Will do it for the rest of my life, I promise.”

“I know,” you whisper back, closing your eyes.

[g0ldpainted]

25th December - CtC’17

Prompto experiencing his S/O in labor & how he handles a newborn child

Heya guys :3

This certainly most definitely was inspired by Robbie’s Christmas video on Twitter yesterday. Brb, still crying tears of joy. I’m so happy for them! :’)

I hope you all had a great Christmas! ♥

Words: 1400+

Genre: Fluff c:

Spoilers: Nope^^

After his S/O has entered labor, he's an absolute mess. Constantly torn between high pitched screaming, crying and laughing. On the brink of passing out from panic and hyperventilating. This boy is far from prepared - nothing in this world could ever prepare him for something so wonderful. Luckily he managed to drive to the hospital without any accidents or slip-ups - it all went surprisingly well for someone so nervous. Doctors give him some medication to calm him down otherwise he would probably faint right away. During all the hours of waiting and witnessing his S/O in pain, he tries his absolute best to console and reassure them. He'll whisper the sweetest things in his S/O's ear before making stupid jokes to lift their mood. Seeing them laugh and smile through their pain warms his heart. However, he doesn't realize he's about to meet his little offspring soon. It still feels surreal to him that he's going to be a father. 

By the time his S/O is giving birth, he's a blob of emotions. As much as he tries to hide it, stay strong for his spouse, he can't. Prompto's face is stained with tears in just a few seconds. Nonetheless, he remains by his S/O's side the entire time, keeps mumbling assuring words and praises into their ear and lets them squeeze his hands to their liking. He does everything he possibly can to ease their pain.

When their little baby screams, sees light for the first time, he absolutely loses is. Has to sit down in order to stay conscious. He's a goner when he sees his baby. Consider it love at first sight. When he witnesses how their little bundle of joy lies on its mother's chest and suddenly stops crying, he feels overjoyed, is beyond happy. The moment it's his turn to hold it, he feels so grateful and even a little proud of what they have accomplished. Its beauty truly amazes him. But it’s so fragile he fears to hurt it. After some reassuring words from his S/O he feels more confident, though. He sincerely savors this moment. Holding his own tiny human warms his heart so insanely much, he just keeps on crying happy tears.

After the initial shock washes off and they're taken to their hospital room, he feels the urge to tell his S/O how much he loves them over and over again. He promises to always be the best he can be for them and their baby. While his S/O rests up, he can't keep his eyes off their adorable little bean. He can't stop watching it, it fascinates him how such a cutie had been growing in his S/O for 9 months. Although he really wants to hold it, cuddle it, he holds back because it's already asleep again. Instead, he just gently holds his S/O’s hands.

The first time it starts to cry, he starts to panic and doesn't know what to do - unlike his S/O that's fairly calm and actually prepared. Turns out their baby is hungry. Watching his S/O feed their kid makes Prompto tear up all over again. It. Feels. Surreal. He's incredibly happy but doesn’t know how to handle his emotions and feelings yet.

For the next few days when his S/O and their child still have to stay at the hospital, he doesn’t leave their side for longer than an hour. Of course, all Chocobros are invited over, too, and he wants to be the proud dad showing off his baby to his best friends. 

Before they go home, Prompto asks Ignis for help regarding a surprise for his S/O and their baby. He wants them to be welcomed. Although he only imagined a banner and some balloons, Ignis goes all out of his way to throw a mini party. He bakes some majestic cake, sets up a ton of balloons, decorates their entire apartment and even gets some tiny gifts for the newborn. It's more than Prompto could've ever asked for - in return, he's endlessly grateful for what his friend did for his family. 

When they finally come back home, the Chocobros are waiting for them and once his S/O sees them, they're overwhelmed. It's a little too much for their baby but after a short tantrum, it's the cutest and most peaceful baby one could ask for.

And that's also how their first few weeks turn out to be like. Their baby is rather quiet and not fretful at all. 

Even though it's greatly appreciated that their child is so quiet, it also has Prompto worried endlessly. A lot of nights he wakes up panicking about his precious baby dying. Sometimes it also randomly hits him throughout the day. He generally triple-checks everything, is very protective of and careful with his baby.

While his S/O is the one that stays at home and Prompto is the one that still goes to work, he still helps as much as he possibly can with their baby. He doesn't mind changing diapers, doesn't mind getting up in the middle of the night to check on it when it cries, doesn't mind holding it for hours. He loves his kid with all his heart and is totally willing to do anything for it.

When it first smiles at him, he cries. It is, aside from his S/O's smile, the pretties he's ever seen. The first giggle makes his heart melt, it's the most adorable noise he's ever heard - and he doesn't ever want to miss out on it. 

Prompto is also that type of guy that gladly carries his baby with a sling through the entire city. He doesn't care about stares anyway and tells that little bean the best stories while they're out walking through the city.

Whenever he can, he takes a ton of pictures of their baby - he doesn't ever want to forget what a beauty he and his S/O created. One thing's for sure, this kid loves cameras. Whenever it sees its dad's camera, it reaches out to it or at least smiles brightly. Like father, like son ..or daughter, obvs. It makes him sad that he's so busy working but it makes him treasure their time together more. The bond he has with his little cutie is incredible. They kind of share a magical bond. The baby's face always lights up when it sees its father. It actually loves being held by its dad. Sometimes when it starts crying, Prompto is the only cure for it. He often spends night swinging back and forth in their rocking chair because that's the only thing that helps. He often has to sing or read a book, too, because his voice is what calms its baby entirely. Sure, that means he'll be sleep deprived at work but he couldn't care less. He'll do it again any day if that means his S/O will be relieved and his baby will find a peaceful rest.

Whenever he gets around to talking to his friends, you bet he'll brag on about how beautiful his kiddo is and how fast it is growing. But honestly, he got every right to be proud because that kid is a literal diamond. It's that type of kid anyone could wish for: incredibly cute, not too moody most of the time, giggly and very happy - just like him. It really is so much like his father, it's insane. 

From early days on, he'll play with his kid, savor every moment by taking adorable photos and go on family trips with it. He's looking forward to the family life ahead of him and can't wait to teach his little sweetheart how to draw and take great photographs. Also, he can't wait to pretend to be bad at Mario Kart when it plays with him. And, of course, he's excited about teaching it how to walk, talk, read and generally raise it. He just really loves being a parent and wants his tiny human to have a happy, love-filled childhood. A better childhood than he had.

You bet he'll teach it to love itself the moment he can. Any future bullies better learn how to run because Prompto is gonna go after them.. Well, or their parents. He also really wants his child to know that, no matter what, both its parents will support it. It shouldn’t ever feel like it has to hide something because its parents might neglect it if they found out - heck, no. They both love their child dearly and will always ensure to provide a safe, friendly environment for it.

His little family means his absolute world and he's beyond ready to give it his all.

2nd December ; 3rd December ; 4th December ; 5th December ; 6th December ; 7th December ; 8th December ; 9th December ; 10th December ; 11th December ; 12th December ; 13th December ; 14th December ; 15th December ; 16th December ; 17th December ; 18th December ; 19th December ; 20th December ; 21st December ; 22nd December ; 23rd December ; 24th December ; 25th December

Masterlist

[bottomxkeith]

% Resending for my own peace of mind lmao. I hc that everyone including keith himself thinks hed be dominant. And it starts off that way at first. Hes always topping and fucking lance. It feels good and no one is complaining so it goes on like this for a while. One day, lance is like why dont i ever top and keith is like because you look so nice under me or smth idk lmao. Of course this leads to a fight(tm) and they make up blah blah blah. Its revealed that keith has never touched himself back

% there. So Lance is like ok we’ll take it slow. Keith agrees and so the day comes for them to go at it and Keith’s world is changed forever. Lance only fingers him but he comes the hardest he ever has in his life and he wants more. But their dynamic being what it is, of course their prides are on the line to some extent. He can’t stand to see Lance’s smug face and deal with the gloating so he tells Lance he didn’t like it and they go back to their regularly scheduled sex lives.

% But this time Keith knows what he’s missing and he’s trying to work up to telling him the truth. Turns out being fingered triggered his dormant Galra Omega side and he’s producing ass lube. Which freaks him out so he goes to Coran who does a physical exam on him and tells him that since he’s only half Galra he’ll experience only half of the symptoms of the usual type of omega heat, which in this case is just a self lubricating asshole once a month.

% Coran gives him entire history of galra sex ed or smth and Keith is now armed with the knowledge that if he were full galra he’d be losing his mind and begging to be fucked until he passes out. Which gives Keith the idea to con Lance(sorry Lance) into believing he has heats. This way he can keep his pride and get fucked AT THE SAME TIME. So anyway Keith acts out the symptoms of real heat, which despite his terrible lying skills is easy for him to do because he’s despo. And now once a month he

% has a good time “reluctantly” getting railed within an inch of his life while the rest of the time Lance is on bottom. This goes on for like ¾ months or smth when the next time he has a “heat” Lance pulls out a shitton of freaky sex toys. “I found info on galra heat cycles and I realized that I might not be satisfying you. Galra have heats that last like 3 days. Since ur half I would guess it’s more like 1 and a half, which means I finish way too fast and am not actually keeping up with you."

% Sorry for that btw. You should have said smth. ” Keith feels fear but plays it off as neediness while screaming on the inside. He is fucking horrified at what Lance has with him. There’s a dildo with a knot and some kind of wiggly tentacle thing and this liquid that keeps reforming into different dick shapes, etc.. In one session Keith has been dp’ed, sounded, stuffed with weird galra cum lube for omegas, which is supposed to work like an IV drip for health while in heat

% heat + added pheromone to help make it go by faster but since Keith is half it just gives him a super sensitive ass. He’s so tired, he’s coming dry and drooling, can’t close his mouth so he’s making the most pathetic sounds. Lance makes him come by touching his nipples once and he blacks out. It takes him a week to recover but he wants it again right now immediately. When they finally have regular sex again Lance whips out a suction dildo and cockring says “so I read that if omegas get fucked

%regularly their heats arent as bad. We can try again outside of heat to make it better for u. You can use it while you’re screwing me so it doesn’t feel bad. Maybe if u like it we can switch more” And Keith is so happy like he never has to admit to lying and he gets fucked more often. So Keith’s got the cocking on his dick, dildo in ass, and Lance riding his dick while jacking off. Lance comes and Keith’s so distraught bc he wants more.

% But Lance pushes him over and nails him doggy style with the dildo. Keith’s begging him to take the ring off so he can come already and he’s losing it, his eyes are going half lidded when Lance says something that makes him wake the fuck back up “Wow it’s like ur in heat. Funny considering that it’s biologically impossible for half galra to have actual heats.” And Keith goes through all his emotions within the span of 5 seconds. He can’t decide how to react bc he’s so shaken but in the end he

% pushes Lance down, undoes the cockring, and puts it on Lance. Then he rides him for the first time, moan/gasping/screaming out “yes yes yes” every time he slams down. Lance is begging Keith to take off the cockring and to let him fuck him but Keith is like “but you look so nice under me like this” Anyway Lance ends up regretting the whole thing a bit because he almost never gets to bottom anymore and always has to do The Work. But only a little bc seeing Keith getting ruined is gr9. The End.

This...this is a whole fic in my ask box, and I am so blessed. Thank you for sharing this with us, it’s truly amazing. Brb while I go cry tears of joy, you are a blessing

[serendipityswift]

first impressions of songs on reputation

these will be my first impressions of songs, something that i can look back on to see if anything has changed and for me to rant about everything i’m thinking and feeling right now. 

...ready for it? - i think this was when i realised how split the album was going to be like. it was going to be a fake, exaggerated version of what the media and people have portrayed her to be, as well as the reality of a young women being in love and happy. it is an incredible opener, and sets the tone for the truths to come. 

|| favourite lyric: and he can be my jailor, burton to this taylor, every love i’ve known in comparison is a failure ||

end game - holy shit ed sheeran brb cry and die in a puddle of my tears bc sweeran is back. i honestly would not have liked this song as much if ed wasn’t on here, and future brings an edgier, a deeper layer to this song. i adore how ed referenced his relationship with cherry, and the entire song is a lyrical masterpiece. how far both of them have come since everything has changed brings tears to my eyes. 

|| favourite lyric: reputation precedes me, they told me i’m crazy. i don’t love the drama, it loves me ||

there are so many to be honest there is no way i can choose just one, so i’m just going to say the entirety of taylor and ed’s verse 

i did something bad - i love this song so much! it makes me feel somehow empowered in a way? the way taylor knows what she wants and deserves and is calling the guys that have wronged her out on their shit just makes me feel so happy and proud, as well as inspired to do the same. people deserve what they get in circumstances like this. and oh my god taylor swore, i never thought i’d be so impacted by someone swearing. 

|| favourite lyrics: they’re burning all the witches, even if you aren’t one ||

don’t blame me - i love the slower, sultrier, almost bored yet seductive tone of her voice at the beginning. i can already tell this is the type of the song i can listen to time and time again. it has everything, catchy chorus, smart lyrics and gorgeous vocals. and the way she said daisy has me screaming. and damn, she is in some kind of intoxicating love. 

|| favourite lyric: lord, save me, my drug is my baby i’ll be using for the rest of my life ||

delicate - this has to be one of my favourite songs on the album (but so is every other i suppose so i don’t know how much this statement says). this song perfectly embodies the uncertainties one goes through with beginning a relationship, particularly someone like taylor who has finally found someone uncaring of the bullshit written about her. the verses are confident and fun, typical of the infatuation you feel for someone. but the chorus is self-doubtful, vulnerable. taylor is questioning her actions and if she’s being too forward and if she’s making the right choice, even if she knows she likes him because love has broken on her before and she knows how fragile, delicate, it is. there can honestly be so much said about the multitude of layers in this song and really gives us an insight on what taylor feels when she meets someone new. 

|| favourite lyric: my reputation’s never been worse so you must like me for me ||

look what you made me do - when i first heard this song i was screaming and crying because i was so damn excited, and i knew this was the perfect statement for the rest of the world to see what she was going to do. i loved how it wasn’t plain anger or saltiness, but had real depth and incredible lyrics. she wasn’t going to stand for being humiliated and blamed for other people’s mistakes and decisions, and this song is only the beginning of all the tea she could spill. 

|| favourite lyrics: i don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me, i’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams ||

so it goes... - this song represents the beginning of a relationship, when you meet someone and something just clicks and you know it’s something special. i love how it’s so simple for some reason, taylor meets joe, they’re happy. they have some amazing sex. but it’s that simplicity that makes it honest, and she still needs to hide from the media. it’s sneaky kisses and the things that happens behind closed doors. 

|| favourite lyric: gold cage, hostage to my feelings ||

gorgeous - this is truly the purest, most innocent and just adorable song on the album. it reminds me of starlight, or enchanted, or just a pure song of meeting someone and realising you no longer know how to form coherent thoughts because all you can think is how much you want them. it’s a nice refresher for the more intense songs on the album, but gorgeous itself is just as emotionally complex if you read into it. and using blake and ryan’s son to say gorgeous is just genius, and that ding makes me smile every time. 

|| favourite lyrics: you make me so happy it turns back to sad, there’s nothing i hate more than what i can’t have ||

getaway car - i think from first listen, this is another of my favourite songs on the album. this is the most romantically heartbreaking song on the album. a getaway car can only end one way, a crash leaving both people gasping and dead. taylor ends the relationship because she knows it’s bound to end anyways. they were built to fall apart. the way she says dying honestly makes me cry. the desperation drips in her voice. even though she knows the relationship wouldn’t have lasted, ending it hurts all the same. 

|| favourite lyric: it hit you like a shot, gunshot to the heart || this song is like a story, there is no way to choose one lyric because each can’t exist without the other and each and every word is perfect

king of my heart - this song starts with taylor accepting how she’ll always be alone, thinking she will never find love again. but then he shows up and suddenly the “love” she had known before isn’t even comparable to joe. she trusts him with everything, gives him her heart, body and soul. this song is a pure, beautiful, realisation of love. she finally finds something worth more than all the luxuries in life, someone that means more than anything money could ever buy. 

|| favourite lyric: your love is a secret i’ve been hoping, dreaming, dying to keep ||

dancing with our hands tied - this song is having a beautiful relationship, dancing, being happy, but having that nagging thought at the back of your mind that it won’t work out. it’s holding her back, she’s dancing but her hands are tied, whether because of her own insecurities or outside influences. i love how relatable this is, sometimes we’re half in, half out of a relationship we should really just be fully committed in because they make us happy, but something is always holding us back. 

|| favourite lyrics: i’d kiss you as the lights went out, swaying as the room burned down, i’d hold you as the water rushes in, if i could dance with you again ||

dress - i love how unapologetic she sings about sex. she’s 27 for gods sake, she should feel free to sing about whatever the hell she wants without people judging her. but despite being about sex, there’s love in this song, particularly the bridge and taylor captures that so perfectly. the sexual attraction is overwhelming, but so is the emotionally fulfillment the relationship brings. 

|| favourite lyric: all of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting ||

this is why we can’t have nice things - i’m honestly so amazed at taylor’s ability to write the most cut-throat lyrics and sing them in the sweetest tone. the beginning of the song reminds of of a disney song, something sweet and fun, oh but honey you’re in for a ride. this entire song is sang in an almost joking manner, with even a tut in there, but the lyrics are all so revealing and true. i love it so much, taylor’s done with the lies and is here to write her own story. because guess what? they fucking asked for it when they fucked her over again and again. 

|| favourite lyric: i took an axe to a mended fence ||

call it what you want - this was probably my favourite of the four initial singles released. i absolutely loved how well it narrated her life at that point. everything had crumbled on her, but there was just one thing keeping her grounded and making the toughest of times bright again. taylor is so damn in love and you can hear the joy and gratefulness in her writing, voice and melody. 

|| favourite lyrics: and i know i make the same mistakes every time, bridges burn, i never learn, at least i did one thing right ||

new year’s day - this song is everything. it makes my heart flutter and my eyes water and just feel so warm and comforted inside. the piano is soft, complimenting her beautiful voice perfectly, allowing the emotions of the lyrics and her voice to just shine in the most wonderful way possible. how personal the song is makes it intimate, she’s singing for us and herself, no one else. it’s the perfect closing track. despite everything terrible that has happened to her, all the anger and vengeance, all that is left at the end is her happiness and love she feels for this incredible man. i’m so happy for her, and i want only the best for her and this love because this is the type of love that should thrive and blossom into the far future. 

|| favourite lyric: hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you, and i will hold on to you ||

wow this has been a journey. it’s now past 3am and i’m not sure if any of my sentences make sense, i just wanted to get this down while it’s still fresh on my mind. i guess all there is to it is how proud i am of taylor, this album and everything she has been through and achieved because her strength is presented in every word she wrote and sang. each song is a masterpiece, and each sentence is a piece of this puzzle. it was important to pick one favourite lyric per song so i just chose the one that stood out the most while i was writing it, ask me again tomorrow and it would have probably changed. 

@taylorswift​, this album means so much to us as i’m sure it does to you. thank you for trusting us with this, it means the world, xoxo

[rparchiveblogxoxo]

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You both like Seblaine, Kurtbastian, and Huntbastian.

Stranger: It had taken everything in Sebastian to escape the grasp of his controlling parents and start a new life in New York City. He'd arrived with very little money and found himself a job in a small gay bar. It may not have been as glamorous as what most Smythe's had but he was happy, he was popular amongst the regulars and got along well with the staff, he made enough money to rent a small apartment close-by while providing for himself. However, there was one man in particular that kept trying to change all that, one of the bar regulars, an older man with a lot of money who had fixated himself on the boy. Sebastian didn't mind, if anything he was flattered. So, when the man showed up at the bar, as he often did on a Friday night, he offered him a small smirk, "The usual, Sir?" He asked, tone flirtatious.

You: Hunter hummed as he went up to the bar, leaning forward against it to hear Sebastian better. He had no problems with making as little a secret as possible that he had his eyes on the bartender, and it was one of the better parts of his week when he got to come here and spend a few hours unwinding and flirting with the younger man. "Of course," he answered.

Stranger: Sebastian nodded slowly, fixing up his drink and sliding it over the bar to him easily, "So, how have you been?" He asked him with genuine interest, "Working hard?" He would be lying if he said he didn't find Hunter attractive, of course he did, but he also made a point of not getting involved with customers that visited the bar so often, preferring short flings.

You: Hunter took the drink, bringing the glass to his lips and taking a sip. "Perfect, as always," he said with a nod of approval. He shook his head slightly at the mention of his work, but just set his drink down on the bar, leaning against it more. "Ah, yeah, work's been busy, as per usual," he said. "It seems some days like most of the people I hire turn out to be completely useless."

Stranger: Sebastian gave him a pleased smile when he complimented the drink, starting to clean some glasses so he didn't look like he was doing absolutely nothing if his manager came through to the bar; not that he tended to. "That bad, huh?" He replied with a laugh, shaking his head, "If you ever want to stop making mega-bucks then let me know, I'm sure I could get you a job behind the bar. You'd be pretty good too, after watching me make drinks all the time." He added playfully.

You: "As tempting as that sounds, I think that I'll have to pass," Hunter said with a laugh, rolling his eyes at his words and shaking his head. He paused for a moment, taking another sip from his drink. "If for no other reason than working here would mean I have to watch other guys flirt with you."

Stranger: Sebastian shook his head at Hunter fondly, continuing to clean the glasses while they spoke, "So, you're the possessive type?" He commented, raising his eyebrows with intrigue, "I can see that."

Stranger: (brb, dinner!)

You: Hunter chuckled at Sebastian's words, nodding. "Well, I certainly can be, when I need to be," he said with a small shrug, looking at him with a small smirk.

Stranger: Sebastian let out a laugh, patting Hunter's shoulder and excusing himself so he could serve a couple that had come up to the bar for a drink. offering them a charming smile as he asked for their order, glancing over at the older man a few times while making their drinks.

You: Hunter let out a soft breath as he watched Sebastian make their drinks, his eyes not leaving the other man for a second. He couldn't help himself but to be a little bit drawn in just by watching him do his work; something about the way he looked when he was mixing drinks made it almost an art.

Stranger: When he was done serving the couple, Sebastian found himself wandering back over to Hunter, who he'd noticed had watched him the entire time, as he often did, "You're very distracting, you know that?" He teased.

You: "Oh, am I?" Hunter said with a soft laugh, grinning and raising an eyebrow at him. "I'd apologize if I felt like I needed to be sorry. But I don't. I like to think that I'm a good distraction."

Stranger: Sebastian bit down on his bottom lip, leaning against the bar, "Mm, you most definitely are," He replied, enjoying that Hunter was so unforgiving and unashamed of the attention he gave him, "And I never said it was a bad thing... But you might get me into trouble one of these days.."

You: Hunter chuckled softly and nodded, looking at him with a grin. He looked at Sebastian, for a moment tempted to reach out and touch him, but holding himself back from doing so. "Get you in trouble, hm?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "What kind of trouble?"

Stranger: Sebastian hummed, his tongue unconsciously going over his lips, "Well, if my boss walks through here and notices that I'm giving one customer more attention than any of the others, I might get a warning.. Or fired..." He explained.

You: Hunter nodded slightly, his eyes drawn for a moment to Sebastian's lips. "Well, if that happens, rest assured that I'll make good," he said, shaking his head. "Help you find a new job, take care of you in the meantime."

Stranger: Sebastian rolled his eyes, "Of course you would," He answered, shaking his head a little, "You're just desperate to take care of me, huh? Have me all to yourself?"

You: Hunter chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Well, I mean, I wouldn't be opposed to that," he said with a shrug.

Stranger: Sebastian laughed, "Or do you just want to see me get told off?" He asked, tone teasing, noticing that he'd finished his first drink and immediately fixing him another.

You: "No, actually, I'm not really into that kind of weird shit," Hunter said with a soft laugh, grinning at him. He hummed, thanking him when he placed his new drink in front of him.

Stranger: "Hmm, nice to know," Sebastian replied, raising his eyebrows, "I am slowly but surely figuring you out, Mr. Clarington."

You: "Yeah?" Hunter asked, looking back at him with a raised brow as he took a sip o his drink. "Do tell, what have you figured out about me so far?"

Stranger: Sebastian hummed, still leaning against the bar, "Well, you work far too hard, you're a little impatient, don't dance, very stubborn and focused," He told him, "Which I say purely based on the fact that you've been coming to this bar for months, and ignore any guy that comes over. Today, I've learned that you can be possessive but you're not too kinky."

You: Hunter chuckled softly and nodded slowly as he listed out the facts. "Mm, not too bad, Sebastian," he said with a nod. Smirking, he went on, "However, I wouldn't say that I'm /not/ kinky. Everyone has their things, I think."

Stranger: Sebastian smirked at that, glad to have him talking, "Oh, yeah? Care to tell?" He asked playfully.

You: Hunter laughed and paused for a moment to consider it. "Sure," he said. "But first, I'd like to hear what you think I might be into. Just out of curiosity."

Stranger: Sebastian pursed his lips for a moment, glancing Hunter over as he considered it, "Well, I know you like younger men. Maybe you like the whole 'daddy' thing," He replied with a small grin, "You're definitely a top, you scream that you're the more dominant type when you walk into this bar, so confident and unafraid to express what you want."

You: "Pretty good analysis," Hunter said with a soft laugh, nodding and grinning at him. He hummed, bringing his drink to his lips again and drinking from it slowly. "I do, in fact, like to take control over my partner."

Stranger: Sebastian raised his eyebrows, unable to help the pleased smirk on his lips, "Thought so," He responded easily, "Anything else I ought to know, Mr Clarington?"

You: Hunter hummed as he looked at him, a small smirk on his lips to match Sebastian's. "Well, aside from how impressively endowed I am, I think you've got the essential information," he said.

Stranger: Sebastian couldn't help but look Hunter over again after the last bit of information, "Is that right?" He asked, though he was quickly brought back to reality when he felt a hand 'discreetly' grab his ass from behind the bar, immediately causing him to stand up, looking at his manager. "Stop flirting with the customers and get back to work, Smythe. You've been warned," His manager, Jerry, uttered, causing Sebastian to roll his eyes and bat his hand away.

You: Hunter let out a huff of air as the man came up behind Sebastian, watching him with a small frown. Watching him as he left, he raised an eyebrow, asking, "So, I take it that's your boss?"

Stranger: Sebastian let out a heavy sigh, glad to see the man go, turning his attention back to Hunter when he spoke and nodding slowly in response, "That's him, beacon of joy," He answered, "Don't worry, he barely ever comes through to the bar. We can still talk, I just need to be a little more cautious."

You: Hunter nodded, still watching the man for a moment before turning back to look at Sebastian again. "Alright, if you're sure," he said. "You don't /have/ to get in trouble on my account."

Stranger: Sebastian offered Hunter a small smile, excusing himself yet again to serve a customer that had approached the bar. When his manager came back through to go to the side of the bar his office was on, he threw Hunter a wink before placing his hands on Sebastian's hips, pressing close to the bartender and whispering words into his ear while he made a drink, to which he shook his head and made a hand gesture for him to leave.

You: Hunter's gaze had been resting on Sebastian while he made the other customer's drinks, a scowl forming on his face as he watched the way that Sebastian's manager was acting. His fingers went tense on his glass, watching the man with a frown.

Stranger: Sebastian's manager left with a chuckle, leaving him to continue serving before he took the few steps back over to where Hunter was sat, "You want another?" He asked him, pointing towards his glass.

You: Hunter looked down at his drink, nodding slightly. "Yeah, thanks," he said. He glanced over in the direction the manager had gone, saying, "I don't like that guy."

Stranger: Sebastian began making him another drink, knowing exactly who Hunter was talking about, "Jerry?" He asked with a slight shake of his head, "Don't worry about him. He's harmless. And like I said, he doesn't come through very often so you won't see much of him."

You: "I'm just not sure about that," Hunter said with a frown. "He gave me this look... I don't like him." He said, letting out a long breath as he watched him. "And, I don't like the way he touches you."

Stranger: Sebastian sighed, blinking at Hunter for a moment before speaking again, "Hunter, it's okay," He insisted, placing his drink on the bar and reaching out a hand to squeeze his shoulder, "I know how to handle myself."

You: "I'm not suggesting that you don't," Hunter said, shaking his head. He took his drink, wrapping his fingers around it. "But just because you work in a place like this doesn't give him the right to touch you the way he does. He acts like he owns you."

Stranger: Sebastian stood up straight again, shaking his head, "Well, he kind of does. He's in control of whether I work in 'a place like this' or not, so..." He retorted, holding his hands up and letting out a breath, offering him a slight smile, "Look, don't get worked up about it, alright? Jerry just has a bit of a thing for me, I'm used to it and I know how to deal with it. You don't need to make it your issue."

You: Hunter just looked at him for a moment, a frown still on his lips. Ultimately, he knew, he wasn't going to be able to change Sebastian's mind, much as he would like to. "Whatever you say," he said. "It's still fucked up."

Stranger: "Don't look at me like that, please?" Sebastian asked, raising his eyebrows, "Not once have you come in here and ever frowned at me. Give me that charming smile I know and love?" He tried to move them back into their easy, flirtatious flow, unsure if the other man would take it.

You: Hunter couldn't help but laugh softly at that, something about Sebastian rendering him incapable of doing anything that made him upset. "Well... Just know where I stand on this, and know that I'm around if you ever decide you want a change."

Stranger: Sebastian raised his eyebrows, "A change? We're back to that again, huh?" He questioned, "Usually you wait until you've had about five or six drinks before you start offering to change my world."

You: Hunter chuckled softly, glancing down at the drink in his hands. "Well, what can I say? Maybe tonight I'm feeling a bit more bold," he said.

Stranger: Sebastian rolled his eyes fondly, grabbing a cloth so he could clean the bar, "Maybe you should use that boldness to finally hook-up with one of the sorry men who have been eyeing you up tonight?" He suggested.

You: Hunter shook his head slightly, glancing around him before looking back at Sebastian. "Unfortunately, I'm not too much of a hook-up kind of man," he said, shrugging.

Stranger: Sebastian hummed, "More a 'set your sights on one man and never give up' kind of guy, huh?" He teased, shaking his head a little.

You: Hunter chuckled softly and shrugged, giving him a grin. "Yeah, it's more along those lines."

Stranger: Sebastian bit down on his bottom lip, he couldn't say he'd never been tempted by Hunter's offers but he didn't want to use the man that way, "I'll never understand why you're so determined to have me, Mr. Clarington."

You: Hunter chuckled softly, shrugging. "Well, what can I say? It's not every day that I find a man who can make me a drink just the way I like it," he said teasingly.

Stranger: Sebastian couldn't help but smirk at Hunter's response, "Is that what this has been about all along?" He played along, placing a hand on his heart, "My drink making talents?"

You: "I didn't want it to come out like this, but yes, of course. All my life, I've been on a quest for a guy who knows how to make a cocktail just right," Hunter said with a laugh.

Stranger: Sebastian laughed too, glancing down at his feet for a moment, "You're a regular James Bond. Shaken not stirred," He insisted, glancing around when he felt a tap on his shoulder, indicating that another member of staff had appeared to help, "It's time for my break. I'll be outside having a smoke if you can't bare being without me," He told him playfully, before going to grab his things from the office, deliberately swaying his hips as he went because he knew the older man would be watching.

You: Hunter watched Sebastian go, pausing for a moment. The part of him that didn't want to appear too needy thought it would be best if he stayed where he was, but ultimately he decided that he didn't care, getting up and following him to go outside to find him.

Stranger: Sebastian made his way outside, lighting up a cigarette, a small grin coming over his face when he noticed that Hunter had followed him outside, "You really do only come to the bar to see me, don't you?" He teased.

You: "After the first couple of times, yeah. You're pretty much the motivation," Hunter said with a small shrug, not ashamed to admit that fact. "You're the best part of the damn place."

Stranger: Sebastian leaned against the outside wall of the bar, blowing smoke between his lips, "You build my ego up far too much," He insisted, "How does it feel to not have a bar between us?"

You: "Maybe, but I think it's rightfully so," Hunter said with a grin, shaking his head. He hummed, looking Sebastian over. "Pretty great, actually. Knowing I could just... step in closer, and have you right there."

Stranger: Sebastian glanced Hunter over too, knowing that he shouldn't encourage him, especially not during working hours but it was far too tempting, "I'm surprised you're not doing it," He told him.

You: Hunter raised an eyebrow at him, looking at him with a small grin. "Is that an invitation?"

Stranger: Sebastian took another drag of the cigarette, their eyes locked, before speaking, "It might be.."

You: Hunter let of a soft hum in approval, stepping in closer into Sebastian's space. One hand found his waist, leaning in and pressing his lips to the corner of his mouth.

Stranger: Sebastian felt his breath hitch, even at the light touches, immediately dropping the cigarette, placing his hands on Hunter's chest, "Now, now, don't get too carried away... I have to go back to work in 15 minutes," He told him.

You: "Fifteen minutes is enough time for plenty of things," Hunter pointed out with a soft chuckle, humming and kissing him properly.

Stranger: Sebastian was stunned for a short moment before kissing him back, one hand finding its way into the older man's hair. This went against all of the things he had told himself he wouldn't do but he couldn't help himself.

You: Hunter hummed against his lips, tasting the cigarette on his mouth. His arms wrapped around him, pulling him in close against him as their mouths moved together.

Stranger: The kiss only intensified, their lips moving together so easily. However, the moment Sebastian heard other people coming outside, he pushed him back gently, offering him an apologetic smile, "They can't see their bartender making out with a customer..." He murmured.

You: Hunter let out a huff of air when he was pushed back, but allowed them to part, taking a small step back. "Right, right," he said, nodding slowly. "Well... Maybe we can pick that back up another time."

Stranger: Sebastian pressed his lips together, tugging gently on Hunter's shirt, "And when do you plan on us doing that?" He asked curiously.

You: Hunter glanced down at Sebastian's hand holding his shirt, humming in thought. "Well, maybe I give you my address, and you swing by sometime when you're not working."

Stranger: Sebastian's eyes searched his face, "You're inviting me over?" He questioned, "To make out?"

You: "If you want," Hunter said with a small shrug. "Potentially more than make out, too, in the interest of full disclosure."

Stranger: Sebastian bit back a grin, shaking his head a little, "I thought you didn't do hook-ups, Mr Clarington?"

You: "Well, it takes a very special kind of guy to get me to go against my norm," Hunter said with a shrug.

Stranger: "And what's the norm? Whisking me away? Letting you look after me?" Sebastian questioned, raising his eyebrows.

You: "Well, in recent history, the norm has been coming here, having a few drinks, and then going home and wishing that I'd done something differently," Hunter said with a small shrug.

Stranger: "You kissed me, that's different," Sebastian reminded him with a small grin.

You: Hunter chuckled and nodded. "Fair point," he said. "But you know what that did? It just made me want more."

Stranger has disconnected.

[youreghanamissme]

Cinco de Mayo

Cinco de Mayo isn’t about Mexico’s independence, fyi. It’s about Mexico’s victory over France at the battle of Puebla, the first victory in a string of many against some of Mexico’s proprietors-- France, Spain, Britain--that would eventually lead to its independence. May 5th is so important because Mexico only had about 2,000 soldiers and won against France’s army of about 6,000. The day is a day of unity and celebration for Mexican resilience. This is just my short and bastardized summary of Cinco de Mayo. I’m not really here to talk about that today, but I think it’s noteworthy since I’m posting on May 5th (and it’s become so synonymous with ‘Cinco de Drink-o’).

I’ve been going through a professional burn out and a personal slump lately. It happens. It sucks. I'm a work in progress, but I thought I'd share some of the ways I've been coping with it for other PCV's, future PCV's, and folks going through a rough time.

1. Jolking (Jog-Walking). If you know me, you know I scoff at the idea of intentionally running. I prefer to be unconsciously compelled to run, i.e. via the likes of football (soccer), street hockey, and ultimate frisbee. But hell must have frozen over because I've recently taken a crack at jog-walking. I know. I'm surprised too. But it's because exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy, and happy people don't just shoot their husbands.

It started out as a daily evening constitution, something I did a lot in America (until I got freaked out by all the shootings and got a gym membership instead). I walk more than I jog, to be honest. I've never been a runner, much less a long-distance one. I have many friends who can run non-stop for an hour or more, and I think that's amazing. I don't have much endurance, but I feel like I've gotten better at it. It's nice to build up a sweat. I've recently noticed that I'm able to jog farther longer than when I started, which is pretty darn cool if you ask me. My objective is to be able to jog to my next community and back without stopping. It's not impossible (a few miles). It's more about the endurance-building and goal-setting for me than getting a serious workout.

2. Solo Dance Parties. I do this more often than I like to admit (coughalmosteverydaycough). I just put on some good jams on my ipod and dance for a good fifteen minutes or more. Sometimes I'll hook my ipod up to my mini-stereo and have a dance party with the nuggets in my compound. It's best to do the latter with Ghanian music (or Shakira, Beyonce, Rihanna, Akon, or Sean Paul) as they'll get waaaay more into it that way.

3. Biking. I'm all about that biker life (Bike Party, hollaaa). I used to bike everywhere in the Bay Area, mostly because parking was always available (“Hey, I see a sign post! BRB. Lemme just park my bike!”). But it's also because I like to feel the wind in my hair. I like to pretend I'm in a movie, at the end when the credits roll and you get a view of the rolling landscape. I imagine I'm on a horse sometimes. I know. It's small weird. My mind just goes everywhere; roll with me here. When I bike, it's easier to think and contemplate and reflect and imagine, something that is a little harder to do when I jog. The joy when I bike is absolutely divine. I don't do it as much in Ghana as I did in America because my dirt road can be rough, but I bike whenever I can.

 4. Scream In the Bushes. This one is a little eccentric, but it works. It releases so much pent up rage. Usually only reserved for when I'm extremely frustrated and/or angry. Basically, I'll bike out into the bush and just scream, yell, and shout what's eating at me; all the responses I wanted to hurl back but don't and can't. Prepare to get some (justified) funky looks from passing motorists if you're too near a path.

5. Art. Extremely therapeutic. Color in your coloring book. Color with your young people. Watercolor some landscapes. Paint a portrait. Draw and doodle... do it all! I brought some art supplies with me to Ghana, but you can find materials in the big cities. Pour a mug of wine while you're at it.

6. Cooking. I've yet to replace my hotplate, but this was something I used to enjoy doing a lot. As a health volunteer, I don't have a set schedule. Cooking my meals gave me a task to do every day, and just cooking in general is relaxing and fun. I guess it's a lot like art in that you can kinda zone out and do something methodically for a while, and at the end of it all, you get something out of it: a meal or a piece of artwork.

7. Journal. I write in my journal daily. Sometimes multiple times throughout the day. My favorite time to do it is in the morning, over a few cups of tea. It's a good way to mind-dump but also to log your experiences, your successes, your hind-sights, inflections, reactions to current events, etc. Hell, sometimes I'll even write about my dreams (if I remember them), musings, and my imaginations. I've been journaling more or less consistently for a few years. It's pretty gnarly to read old entries. I recently re-read my entry when I found out that Hillary lost the presidential election. It's an interesting time hop. But I recommend it mostly for its mind-dump value. Best to get all those emotions and thoughts onto paper rather than have them festering in your mind.

8. Watch a Movie/ Read a Book/ Listen to a Podcast. Distract yourself and escape in a movie or a book or a podcast! Listening to podcasts make me feel like I'm being read to, and it’s a chance to learn something new and cool. Make use of the sub-office libraries. There's a plethora of books waiting to be rifled through. You’d be surprised how long some of those books have been there (and a who brought it with them from America and why). Sometimes I’ll watch a really shitty movie to make myself feel less shitty (”At least I wasn’t an actor in The Room”), but bonus points if it’s sooo bad that it’s good... like The Room. All activities sure take the pressure off.

9. Create a To-Do List. Crossing things off my To Do list makes me happy, even if the first item is “Make a To Do List.” This also lets me celebrate my accomplishments, no matter how small.* Creating a list makes me feel more productive, especially if I can cross all of that day's To-Do's off.

*fetching water automatically makes that day a success, just so you know.

 10. Clean your room. Pick a section to tackle and get that part organized. Or better yet, devote fifteen minutes a day to straightening up your room and sweeping (something I don't do nearly enough... even my mums remarked on it, shaking their heads, bleh). A clean(er) room leaves you feeling more accomplished, and dare I say it? A more organized room leads to a more organized mind.

11. Yoga Mat Stuff. I don't really do yoga. But I brought a yoga mat (in the hopes that I would get into it on my own. I probably would have better luck if I brought my ukulele instead). I mostly use my mat to lay flat on my back, close my eyes, and just try to relax. Sometimes I end up falling asleep. Sometimes I end up doing a few crunches.

 12. Talk About It. I'd go crazy if I didn't reach out to my friends and unload some of the pressure. I know it's rough to be vulnerable, especially if you're like me and feel like talking about your troubles may burden and bore your friends. But if my friend was in a mind-pickle, I'd want to be there for them and help them get through it. Peace Corps is not easy. You may be surrounded by a community and by volunteers, and you may still feel like the last human on Earth. For some weird reason, everything feels more intense in Ghana... like 100x magnified--the ups, the downs, the loneliness. Talk it out; trust me. Sometimes it feels better to hear yourself say what's bugging you aloud. Sometimes it feels good to be heard and validated by your amig@s... better than beating yourself up by trying to be a superhuman and bottling it up, anyway.

Hope that helps.

[sidewomanxixedits]

Happy birthday to this beautiful, hardworking bean! 🌟

Highkey swerving into the Vikk lane but tbh, idgaf anymore. I love him sm omg! Also this edit calms my ocd, 4 hours well spent.