#//lol idk i hope this gave plenty to work with

[honorhearted]

@quinnverse

Benjamin loathed parties. Normally, he was not privy to fieldwork -- no, that was more of Abraham's contribution to the Cause -- but in this particular instance, it was agreed upon that only Benjamin was capable of furthering the ruse for the Dunster family. With his fondness for acting versus W.oodhull's constant nerves, the decision quickly became obvious.

So now, after falsely writing as a "friend of a friend" from New H.aven, Benjamin found himself invited to the Dunster manor for the chance to rub elbows and sell his wares. His correspondence claimed that he sold hogs and items of the mercantile sort, which naturally interested Mr. Dunster and his preening friends. Sometimes, it was almost too easy to slip in with these nubby-headed l.oyalists.

Hanging along the outskirts, Benjamin took a generous swallow of madeira, trying not to roll his eyes as he listened to the grating falsetto from the woman at his side. She kept ranting and raving about how she couldn't get her specific gown patterns in this godforsaken e.conomy, and resisting the urge to snap at her, he instead took another large mouthful to drown out his distaste. Unfortunately, the blustering peacocks all around them seemed equally outraged.

"Mr. B.olton," the agitating falsetto prodded. "As a mercantile merchant, surely you understand our misgivings? Is there any end in sight?"

Not nearly soon enough, Benjamin blandly thought. Before he could offer a reply, however, the target's daughter came breathlessly from the line of nearby dancers, sparkly-eyed and all smiles, and serving as the perfect excuse to pry himself free.

"Excuse me," he muttered. Handing his wine to the spluttering woman at his side, he made a beeline for the unsuspecting girl -- Emma, if he recalled correctly -- before coming up to her side.

"Good evening, Miss Dunster," he greeted. He forced what he hoped to be a disarming smile. "I don't believe I've yet had the pleasure... I've been visiting with your father for the past few days, but it would seem our paths have yet to cross. Until now, of course." He extended a hand. "John B.olton, at your service."

She was rather pretty with soft, blushing cheeks, vibrant eyes and hair the color of a vivid sunset, but Benjamin knew all roses came with thorns -- and a l.oyalist, most of all.

"Will you be in town long?" he asked. "I'd heard you just arrived from England."

In truth, he was rather curious about how the w.ar was spoken of overseas, but he didn't dare to start prodding so soon.

[jinnie-ret]

Hey can I request a fluffy comfort gif where y/n has period cramps and stays to work from home and is kind of in a bad mood so when Hyunjin comes home early from (idk doing Versace ambassador stuff lol) and he tells her he isn’t feeling well and he’s got a stomachache too, she gets annoyed and thinks he’s just teasing. But later on she realizes he’s actually sick and being serious and she feels bad and takes care of him 🎀🤭

under the weather

hyunjin x reader

gif imagine

genre: fluff, teeny tiny angst

content warnings: none

summary: you think hyunjin is teasing you as normal when you're on your period, but turns out he's not feeling too great himself.

My first gif imagine! Hope you enjoy!

As always, like, reblog if you enjoyed, and my asks are open for any requests you may have. And let me know if you'd like to be tagged when I post :)

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You were used to his teasing, even when you were in a bad mood like this. Cramps, a raging headache and not enough food to satiate your cravings. Of course he always made sure you were okay too, which was why you were surprised by his quiet mood, especially since he has just come back from his recent Versace trip. You had seen plenty of posts on social media and it made you miss him even more. Why wasn't he his normal excited self?

"Hi love, I missed you," you clung onto him as he entered your apartment, looking more tired than usual.

"Mmm, yeha, missed you too," Hyunjin sighed as he walked in, automatically collapsing on the sofa.

"Wow, what a great welcome back," you roll your eyes, unable to help your bad mood from returning as you sat next to him.

"Sorry, I did miss you, I saw your texts as well, I know you've not been feeling great," he sat up slowly, stroking your hair.

"Cramps have been extra bad," you groan, leaning into him.

"I know how you feel," he groaned, leaning against you, staring off at the wall after taking a glance at you.

"Don't tease this time, they've actually been so bad," you playfully whack his stomach, but he hunches over and groans.

"Stop messing around, Jinnie," you whine.

"I'm not, got such a bad stomachache, must have been bad plane food," he hunched over again.

That's when you realise he wasn't joking around this time, it should have been obvious from his mood, you thought.

"Oh, love, I'm sorry I thought you were messing," you sighed, sitting up and wrapping an arm around him and rubbing soothing circles into his back.

"No, not this time darling," he groaned again.

"Let me get you what normally helps me," you pouted as you wiped away his small tears of pain.

You got up and grabbed two hot water bottles, slowly moving around and pouring boiling water into them, as well as two mugs of tea. First you brought over the bottles and gave him one, gently pressing it against his stomach. He immediately let out a sigh in response, seeming to relax a bit.

"Here, have some tea, take these too," you put down your mugs of tea on the table, just as you handed him some paracetamol.

"Thank you Y/Nnie, I know you're not feeling too good either," he took the tablets, curling up on the sofa.

"It's ok, you know what though, I think we'd both be comfier in bed right now, yeah?" you pushed back his hair as you planted a kiss on his forehead.

He nodded and slowly sat up, carrying the mugs as you held the hot water bottles and rested your hand on his back.

"What are we gonna do, hey? We're both gonna be like potatoes laying around in bed," you lightly laughed, the roles now reversed as you carded your hand through his hair as he cuddled up to you, head rested on your chest.

"I'll just be a potato forever then if I get to lay here forever with you," he murmured lightly, pressing a kiss to your knuckles of your other hand.

"Do you always get sentimental when you're under the weather?" you teased him now, your cramps easing ever so slightly.

"Sshhh, you, I'm unwell, you need to take care of me," he looked up at you with pouty lips.

"I will, love don't you worry," you pecked him on the lips, smiles prominent on both of your faces as you relaxed in the comfort of each other.

tagged: @skz-streamer @hannahhbahng @backintomykpopphaseagain @kiraisastay @sakufilms

[torturednursesdepartment]

I’m new here and I don’t really know how tumblr works lol. Idk if I’m doing this right but this is a little story I wrote and wanted to share (:

Deaths at my door

Death is a cat. If not Death, then a grim reaper of sorts. Ponyboy is sure of it. He’s seen the cat, on more than one occasion but only now is he realizing what it means.

The cat is black, darker than midnight. It’s eyes are a soft green that seem to glow, blinking up out of the darkness surrounding them. The cat walks slowly, flicking its tail as it casually walks around, looking to guide its next victim to the afterlife.

The first time Ponyboy saw the cat he was ten. He’d been at school, swinging on the swings by himself while he waited for Soda to come walk him home. The black cat had slunk onto the playground, treading softly through the wood chips and then sitting beneath the shade of the slide. Pony had watched the cat lie down from the swings, the cat crossing its front legs and resting its head upon them. Mr. Green, the elementary school principal, had come whistling out of the building and twirling his keys around on his finger as he headed to the parking lot. He lifted a hand in greeting to Ponyboy, who gave him a shy wave back. Movement caught his eye as the cat stretched, and then trodded lightly from its spot and after the principal. Mr. Green died of a stroke that night.

Next was a few years later, on Darry’s birthday. Pony guiltily shifted foot to foot, following his parents to the door as they put on their coats to go pick up the frosting he’d forgotten to get on his way home. As his dad opened the door, Pony saw the cat slinking past the car, rubbing against it like it might rub against the leg of it’s beloved owner. The neighborhood was full of strays so Pony truly didn’t think it was off to see a cat out and about. His parents didn’t even see it as they made their way out the door to the car, assuring him it was okay that he forgot the frosting. That day had blown Pony’s world apart and when he finally started to haphazardly put himself back together, he didn't even remember seeing the cat sitting on the sidewalk looking down the road, almost as if it was watching his parents car drive off.

The cat appeared again. As Pony and Johnny walked around the park, Pony’s heart stinging more than his cheek from Darry’s backhand, a figure slowly darted ahead of them. The park is dark since one of the street lights is out. It looks like the shadows themselves have to come to life and are moving. The darkness takes form and Pony can see it’s just a cat. The cat moves silently, one with the dark night before stopping near the fountain. It turns and blinks solemnly at Pony, the green eyes eerily glowing despite any nearby light sources. And then it melts back into the darkness, gone before they reach the jungle gym and climb up to smoke a cigarette, hoping to cool off before heading back home. That night was another tragic one, a domino that fell and continued to knock down the pillars that Pony had shakily put back up after his parents died. A terrible night full of terrible memories. The hit, the drowning, the murder all kept colliding in his mind, trying to take up front and center until the memories themselves seemed to rumble with each other, pushing and shoving at each other. He wanted to block them all out. He didn’t want to remember anything about that horrible, awful night. So he didn’t. He shut his mind off, locking the memories up in a box and throwing the key off a chasm in his mind. It helped. He forgot a lot of small details about that night. He even forgot about the cat.

Until Windrixville. Up on the hill, hidden in the little church, Pony and Johnny had seen plenty of little critters. A barn owl, a rabbit, a few mice. And on that last day there, as Pony sat on the back step smoking a cigarette while Johnny napped inside, a black cat, sitting serenely in the tree line. Pony almost would have thought it was a statue if not for the occasional flick of the tail. A feeling of deja vu washed over Pony, like a ghost passing by behind him, trailing its icy fingers along the back of his neck and sending goosebumps up and down his arms. Now Ponyboy knew he had seen the cat before. He didn’t know how it was possible that a cat could get from Tulsa to Windrixville but Pony knew all the way in his bones that the cat was the same.

An omen. A death cat. Taunting Ponyboy just before a tragedy strikes.

Thoughts of the death cat burn up with the church as the adrenaline pushes all other thoughts from Pony’s head.

Maybe it’s the smoke he inhaled, or the concussion he sustained in the rumble but Pony can’t run straight as he follows the gang to the park to save Dally. Not only can he not run straight, but he can’t think straight. Grief and fear swirl in his mind, filling it the way the smoke had filled the church. As he stumbles along after his brothers, he fears he might be seeing things as a shadow weaves in and out of his vision. Green eyes meet his own in the dark. ‘Please, not another one’ Pony silently begs, but the eyes blink, disappearing into the dark face that matches the surrounding darkness. Gun shots ring out, a body falls, and as Pony’s vision starts to fade, like he's looking down a long tunnel, he can almost see a shadow of a cat leading the shadow of a boy out of the tunnel, into the light. Someone yells and the ground rushes up to meet him.

Years and years pass. Pony grows up. He grows old. He grows so old that now his bones seem to creak with every movement, his skin brittle and delicate. His life has gone by, and what a life it’s been.

Ponyboy became a teacher, inspiring his students with his creative writing as well as his kindness. He wrote stories and drew sunsets. He got married and had two beautiful children, who now have children of their own. His brothers had been there for him through it all, even as they each had wives and children of their own, their loyalty to each other never waivered. Ponyboy’s life was wrapped up in love, filled with laughter and good times from his friends and family.

He’d seen the cat many times since he was a kid. He saw it before Sodapop died, jumping off of Soda’s truck and quietly padding across the parking lot of the diner that Pony and Soda met at for their weekly dinner. Soda never made it home that night. He saw it again, perched on Darry’s porch, licking it’s paw, the morning Darry had a heart attack. He saw it through his kitchen window while washing dishes the night before his sweet wife had succumbed to her cancer.

Ponyboy didn’t fear the cat anymore, like he had when he was younger. If anything, he was grateful to it. He was glad that his loved ones weren’t alone as they passed into the afterlife, that they had a guide to show them the way. And seeing the cat, while making his heart clench at his impending loss, also gave him the chance to say goodbye, knowing that its presence was signaling the departure of a loved one.

A cool October morning, Pony wakes before the sun is up, as he often does these days. He hobbles to the living room but pauses at the door. He doesn’t know how he knows, but he feels like there’s a presence at the door. He opened the door, and there it was. Sitting on the welcome mat, eyes blinking softly up at him. Pony opened the door wider and stepped aside, allowing the cat in as one would welcome in an old friend. The cat enters, quietly trodding into his home and hopping up onto the couch. It settles there, comfortable as can be, and Pony can’t help but be relieved to see the cat, knowing that this time it's here for him, here to bring him home.

That night Pony lies in his bed, knowing his time is near. The cat lays on the bed at his feet where it had settled after it had rubbed it’s soft head against his, a low purr emitting and Pony felt like he had felt it vibrate in his own chest. He’s glad he’s not alone, as he has been since his wife passed. He sighs, a content sound. The cat shifts, stretches and then settles right on his chest, curling up there. Pony lifts a frail hand and gently strokes the cat, closing his eyes as his fingers trail through the soft fur. The cat is purring softly, feeling warm against him. The warmth spreads. It goes from his chest all through his body, all the way to the tips of his toes.

It’s time. It’s time for Ponyboy to go home.

[ratwife77]

well if you're ok with itt

darry and twobit getting into a physical fight (bc greasers), darry realizing he liked taking his anger out on him, and promptly feeling like the worst person alive for like a week and can't even look at twobit even tho he doesnt care and is back joking around like an hour after the fight LOL

Just letting you know my fight scenes aren’t great so it’s gonna start with the aftermath of it, also I’m sorry in advance idk how Dallas got involved here and there is a minor minor oc also this may be put on ao3, this is a sort of rough draft subject to change, I hope you enjoy

What on Earth is the matter with me, I thought, sure I was nuts. Of course I’d fought before, but it was only for pride. I didn’t just like hurting people. But when Two-Bit and I were going at it, I felt angry. Not at him, but I was taking it out on him, there was no doubt about it. Looking over at him, cackling over his own joke, I knew that he was probably just hiding feeling bad. He hid plenty under witty comments and put-on smiles. My gut twisted at that, and I couldn’t look at him anymore, feeling sick with myself as I washed the dishes. Cleaning up gave me plenty of time to think about all I’d done, and I just clenched my fists harder the more I thought about it.

When he eventually left, I was still trying to rationalize it all, but I figured I at least owed him a goodbye. “Bye, Two-Bit.”

He called one back and headed off.

It was messed up, feeling glad that he was gone, but I was. I couldn’t bear facing him. My buddy, who I enjoyed hurting. Ain’t that just awful? But I did have to go to bed and be ready for work in the morning, so I tried to sleep. My mind was racing, though, and sleep just wasn’t coming no matter how hard I tried. Deciding that I may as well be productive while I was awake, I sat at the table and paid the bills that I’d been planning on doing tomorrow. It took me an hour or two longer than usual, though, because I couldn’t focus like I wanted.

When I’d finally finished, I laid back down and shut my eyes, finally passing out, exhausted. Thank the Lord, I got up on time and got to work with no trouble. Robert, a guy from the roofing business, probably five years older than me, said, “You don’t look too good. You okay?”

I cursed myself for being so obvious. “Right as rain, thanks for asking.”

Carefully, I made myself at least look right, though I couldn’t get myself to stop thinking about the mess with Two. Damn it, I thought, I’m the worst person in Tulsa.

I went on thinking like that for a good week or so, but one night, Dally came to our house, looking for a place to lay over for the night. Letting him in, I asked if he was hungry, telling him we had leftovers. He gave me a real funny look. “I’m starving.” Slowly, he looked over me, looking like he was about to say something. I grabbed a plate from the counter, then pulled out the leftovers, fixing him some. For a moment, I was distracted, focusing on helping him.

“Darry, you look like you’ve been through the mill.” Blunt as ever, he had his eyebrows scrunched together and I felt bare. Usually, I held it together, but nothing weighed me down more than worry and guilt. At least Pony hadn’t noticed, I guess. But now, I’m not sure if he just wasn’t sure about asking. Soda had asked, and he looked worried, but I brushed him off.

I hadn’t answered quick enough, accidentally giving myself away. “You haven’t looked right since we were all over last week.. Ain’t ya been eatin’ and sleepin’?”

“Sure I have, Dally.”

“What is it, then? You’re Superman, you can’t be like this over nothin’.”

Eventually, he wore me down enough to tell him. I think he thought I was being ridiculous.

But he insisted, “Shoot, it’s a good way to blow off steam. Me and Tim do it all the time.” As if he could see my hesitation, he continued, “You ought to calm down. It ain’t a big deal. Buddies fight sometimes, keeps us sane.”

I realized that I’d taken it too seriously, and I’d been too hard on myself. Slowly, it became easier to look at Two-Bit and to roughhouse.

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Also I would’ve done Tim instead of Dally but honestly it would have been wayyyy out of character so I think this is better quality

[cisthoughtcrime]

Hi you posted about getting your wisdom teeth taken out- just wondering if I could ask a couple questions, if not feel free 2 disregard. I am terrified of anesthesia, how out of it are you upon waking? Am I going to spill my worst thoughts and secrets? I went under recently for an IUD placement but the procedure only took about 15 minutes so it was a lower dose or however that works. I reacted fine then, I cried but I remember waking up in the recovery room and everything after that and I was conscious. Is it a more intense process for the wisdom tooth surgery? I'm not sure if I've worded everything correctly bc it's a confusing thing to ask about. I am more worried about the anesthesia than any part of the recovery.

hi! sure thing, more under the cut so this doesn't become a long post on everyone's dash

tbh this was my first experience with general anaesthesia since I was a little kid, so idk how representative my experience was in general. I'm also a bit of a tank when it comes to substance tolerance, so I might have shaken it off faster than someone lighter-weight. they gave me laughing gas and IV anesthesia, the slower kind that takes ~5minutes to knock you out totally rather than the "count down from 10" type. the laughing gas did absolutely nothing to me tbqh, but I remember the IV starting to kick in ~2min after they put it in and making some groggy reference to the couch scene in Get Out cuz it felt a bit like sinking (into a pillow, not into a freaky void lol). My memory after that starts in the recovery room with the feeling like I had just lost my train of thought and like I had just been talking in a different place (I had tbh, but I still don't remember it). I definitely wouldn't describe it as "intense". I was a tiny bit disoriented, but I knew where I was and why I was there. At the time, I thought I was lucid and speaking like I was sober and the only reason it sounded goofy was the gauze in my mouth, but I was just kind of saying some goofy incoherent stuff. Really the worst thing I did was swear a lot and make some deeply stupid nonsensical puns, most of which no one could hear through the gauze anyway. I didn't bring up any topic unsolicited -- i think I was really just responding directly to whatever words I heard around me (like the nurse said something about "training" and I said "choo choo" and then explained the joke a few times). My dad was there picking me up and there are plenty of things I don't want him to know, but none of them came up or came out at all. If you're really anxious about spilling your deep dark secrets, mention that to the nurse or whomever and ask if they can help in that window where you're most "out of it", then once you're out of the building just go to sleep asap. When my sister had hers out, I drove her and she spent the whole car ride telling me she loved me and the world and everything but mostly me. it was super sweet, but not private info. a few friends told me similar things about their experiences because they knew I was nervous and didn't know what to expect, and none of them mentioned volunteering private thoughts or secrets. Honestly this has made me wonder if kids are just lightweights or if people put on a huge act for those viral videos or if they give different drugs in different areas, because today was nothing like the cartoonish loopy state I half expected. I even won a few rounds of Boggle as soon as I got home (under an hour after waking up).

TLDR it was really pretty chill. I don't think I embarrassed myself more than saying the same thing multiple times or making dumb incoherent jokes, and even 30min after regaining consciousness I felt slow and a little groggy but fully mentally there. by 90min after, I felt normal but tired. I'm typically anxious about surgery stuff, but this was a much more low-key experience than I feared. genuinely hope this helps at all :)

[myrtles-and-blood]

Me again (sorry) but your page is awesome???

do you have any general tips while I'm starting out? Anything would be appreciated. Especially anything around meditation idk

thankiesss

Thank you so much, that means a lot, you made my day. ♥︎

Let me tell you about my experience:

(this is gonna be a long post talking about me fucking up a lot)

I started a couple years ago learning about deities, witchcraft, paganism, etc. I talked to MANY deities and I never got the hang of it. I was busy but then I wasn't okay enough to keep up, and then I had various faith crises, and then I was scared of them. This has to do with other things, but you get how messy I was.

Then I talked to Lucifer once and he scared the shit out of me. Like, a lot. He was scary as fuck. I had never gotten so interested in something in my life, and I found myself thinking about him every day, every moment, and even reading the bible trying to see where he appeared and to learn about him. Yes, I know this is one of the worst methods, but leave me alone I didn't know anything about demons.

So one day I was like "okay enough of this Lord Lucifer come here we're gonna talk" and I told him I wanted to work with him on that, specifically: not being constant and having lots of trouble with my life, in general. Do you know what this guy told me? "Oh, I don't think you're gonna last a week, but if you want I'm not gonna stop you"

😦

So I'm still here out of spite, mostly.

Being serious, he was direct with me. He told me I had a problem, a big problem, and he was not gonna fix me, I was gonna fix myself. That's what got me started and what made me keep up. I'm still having lots of trouble but we're getting there, trust.

What I'm trying to say is that it gave me a purpose, and I think everyone needs a purpose to get started here. What is it that you want to get out of this? What is what moves you inside the craft? Because if you're just doing this to not get anything from it, you're doing it wrong. Do spells, work with deities, just worshipping deities, bettering yourself, looking out for nature, or it just makes you really happy to do one really specific thing, but if it doesn't bring you anything that enriches your life you're not doing it correctly imo.

What do you do when you find something you like? Look into it, make mistakes, try everything, have accidents, believe things that are not true, fuck up again, change your beliefs, change your whole craft all over again... You know, live your craft. It's like everything.

When I started doing cross stitch I had two bloody fingers, the wrong kind of thread and they were the wrong color, but now I'm doing gifts for friends and framing some of my works. It was hard and I'm never escaping the bloody fingers and not having enough colors, but it won't happen as frequently. You know what I mean?

And after all of this, I gotta tell you meditation is something that I'm just starting to work on. The first time I tried to meditate with Lucifer he forced me to go to sleep instantly because it was pretty late at night (I'm still a bit mad at him for that)

What I can say is that guided meditations worked for me wonders, and I think it's a really good place to start! There's plenty and you just sit there listening to instructions, which I love very much.

I hope this helped in some way, or at least I hope I made you laugh at my mistakes lol.

[gold-rhine]

Don’t worry, you have multiple Worm anons. What Vision would you give Taylor? Cryo would make sense, for similar reasons you gave for Rachel (troubled teen ostracized from society), but I could also see Anemo—tends to avoid her interpersonal problems, the claustrophobia/desperate need to escape of the locker incident, loss of close relationships (her mom through death, and her friend through betrayal), etc. Also, I feel like Anemo just works better with her powers than Cryo; plenty of bugs can fly, but just about every bug hates the cold.

And if you’re willing, maybe elaborate on Electro!Lisa (which you mentioned in the Cryo!Rachel post)?

how do i have multiple worm followers on my gebshin sideblog, when i dont have any on my main blog where i actually reblog worm sometimes lol

anyway. taylor is not anemo. shes like. the opposite of anemo. anemo is about reeavaluating your prev understanding of the world that was taken from u and accepting the loss, its about learning to let go and begin again, learning to go with the flow in new circumstances. taylor never let go of anything ever lol, she never met a situation she could not escalate by trying to solve it even if its not her fucking business. she's a definition of hyper-controlling freak lol. she's a queen administrator for fucks sake. like the only time you could say anemo even near her is at the end of the book where contessa asks her if it was worth it and she says no.

also, you should not get caught in subjects of powers. bugs is just aethetics, and both powers and vision bank much more on person's perceptions than on actual physicality. no one cares what bugs like. like, hu tao's symbol is plum's bloom, you could be like oh flowers hate fire! she can't be pyro! but its just aethetics, its about meaning to hu tao, not what actual plum flowers are like. with taylor, bugs are just infused witrh element and no one gives a fuck what they like. did bugs like biting lung's dick? natural properties don't matter

now about taylor's actual element... like i hope we're operating on the same understanding that powers manifest due to trauma and are ironic-tilted coping mechanisms? like im not actually in worm fandom on tumblr so idk if its a common understanding or not, but imma proceed like it is. visions are v similar to this, but not limited to trauma, they are about more general perception of the world, but obv if trauma is present, it will affect perception, and so, a vision, a lot.

so, what was taylor's trauma that manifested her specific powers? its not just bullying. its being watched, feeling like she's being watched at all times, like she can't have a safe space, they find her in the toilets, anywhere, etc, can't trust or count on other people. and so she gets power that lets HER watch everyone, lets HER be omnipresent, bc she thinks thats the only way to counter-act, and ultimately, lets her take direct control of other ppl bc she thinks she can't trust them to cooperate.

so like yeah. cryo kinda fits. but like. cryo manipulators are not blunt, you know what i mean? cryo like kaeya, rizzley, charlotte to the extent use social games and understanding of others to control them. taylor just brute forces it bc everyone's afraid of her.

so like. hear me out. raiden shogun. the theme of omnipresent watch over ppl. very strong warrior, but poor social skills\understanding of ppl. stubborn. thinks she knows best than everyone else despite not even knowing them. control of ppl for their own good. loss of close relationships, very solipsist. beating her head against the wall until the wall cracks (raiden fought her puppet for 500 years, taylor's... everything). raiden takes direct control of her puppet like taylor takes control of ppl. there's another toxic electro girlboss whose trying to manipulate her bc she thinks she's saving her (lisa\yae)

conclusion: taylor could reactivate raiden's vision

[bibookmerm]

top surgery recovery day 4 (counting surgery date as day 0)

My rabbi came over to bring us food and chat and wants to watch Poor Things together this week. I'm down lol.

she asked how im entertaining myself and I was like "well [congregation member] gave me a book! it's called the atlas six" i handed it to her and her eyes grew wide " 'Knowledge is carnage?' Wow, this seems intense. Doesnt she usually read YA?" "Yeah. Idk why but she said I'd really love this." Rabbi raised an eyebrow at me. "Okay then..."

tbh I havent even started it yet because I've been slooooowly working through my current read, Pyramidia. I think I'll make a seperate post about it. I still have the next 10 days off work so that is plenty of time to read a book! We stopped by the library today, but I didn't bring my wallet. We're gonna go back tomorrow with my library card. ^_^ Can't wait! And happy I can walk that far :)

also reached out to another friend for the first time in quite a while and was like "surgery went well! :) " and he was like "surgery??? omg are you ok?!" and i was like "yeah bro it was top surgery!!" agh I thought he knew >_< Im hoping we can hang out when he's on break from grad school. By then I should be feeling pretty good!

but yeah anyway. things are going WELL. I am like a real life person again and not just a person-shaped exhaustion. Still pretty tired and trying not to overextend myself. But not made of tiredness. Progress! ☆

[helluvapurf]

Ayyyy new HB episode just dropped, and its the Fizzarolli one!~ Been SUPER curious about it since the initial trailers/sneak peek previews, soooo... lets talk about it~

*SPOILER WARNING AHEAD FOR THOSE WHO DIDN'T SEE IT YET-*

First things first, the Positives:

-Loved loved LOVED Fizzarolli and Asmodeus since their initial debuts in "Ozzie's", and... yeah, I very much enjoyed them here too!~ 👏From Fizz's maniacally-pampered goofiness to Ozz's "lovingly suave & powerful" demeanor, it blends into some super enjoyable chemistry when we see them both onscreen~ ❤️Not that they have a flawless relationship ofc, given Ozzie's overprotective coddling at times & Fizz being too careless about his own safety (+his inner worry of what the public would think of Ozz dating an Imp)... but at the end of the day, whether it's fluffy cuddles, kinky fun, or pummeling the hell out of some boring lawyer dude... it seems like nothing will ever tear these two apart, aww~ :3

-Blitz and Fizz's dynamic was SO fun to watch from start to finish, everything including their snarky banter at the start, their gradual teamwork when kidnapped, and their heart-to-heart by the end was quite touching to see play out (like man you can just FEEL the pain in Blitz's voice as he recounted all that tragedy/genuinely felt remorse for what happened... poor guy ;-; )🥺 I know some could argue that Fizz forgiving Blitz at the end was a little... "rushed", but personally I like to see it more as them agreeing start over "fresh" to give time in rebuilding things, with plenty to catch up on now that they're free from danger 👍 Here's to some more great Blitz/Fizz content in future HB eps!

-As... "lukewarm" as I've grown towards Stolas lately, I honestly found him pretty fine here in terms of character portrayal/writing (surprising too that he didn't take up much screentime since he stayed more to the sidelines during the B-plot... huh .3.). The lil bit of him excited to read the contract was pretty funny too lol ("Ohoho, I love words!~")

-Didn't expect to see Striker so soon, but he proved a fun threat to watch along with the bigger arsenal in Crimson's gang! 👌 Curious to see what he'll be up to next, with that slick escape of his by the end~ 👀

-I liked the lil fly-Chihuahua things Fizz had as pets during the intro, they were cute :3

-Much better writing in the humor-department here, as even some of the "raunchier" jokes (like from Fizz and/or Ozzie) didn't really phase me here since most of them do come from two prominent Lust Ring performers. Ironically enough though, it was actually Crimson who surprisingly gave me the most laughs ngl (like the screen recording threat to Ozzie, his confused face at Fizz singing in Italian, etc. lmao).

-Beautiful shots of animation & color work as usual, and even Fizz's song (-cluttered as it was lol) proved an amusing one to see given the circumstances of him improvising the whole time XD. Hope we'll see more of Alex Brightman's singing talents in HB's future, given his past Broadway work! 👏

-So it looks like we were right to assume Stolas is planning to give Blitz an Asmodean Crystal after all (possibly meaning the end of their Full Moon deal, too? :o), so that'll be interesting to see how that'd play out later (esp. now that Fizz gave the okay to let Blitz have it by the end, thanks to their renewed bond ^^)

Now, as for any potential Negatives...:

-As much as I enjoyed Striker's antagonist role here, along with the looming forces he gained from Crimson's alliance... like, why is Crimson of all people here for the villain-count, again? .-. Sure, it is refreshing that Striker's learning to let go of "sucking up" to Goetia's (aka: Stella & her brother) to get by... buuuut idk, I would've thought Crimson's next big appearance would've been suited more to a Moxxie and/or Millie-centered plot, I guess? 🤷 Idk...

-For someone who went through such an intense kidnapping/beat-up during his last starring role... I'm surprised Stolas is apparently walking around fine now, with no other visible injury? I mean sure, he is a Goetia so I guess it makes sense he'd heal up fast... yet since its only been canonically a week since "Western Energy" happened, I feel like he should've at least had a couple bandages/scars on him, to at least leave some more of a narrative impact of what he went through imo.

-Funny as the B-plot was with the boring lawyer guy... yeaaaaah I'll admit after awhile, I couldn't help wondering why Ozzie didn't just say "f*** it" and killed the dude already lol. Like, big threats from Crimson aside... Asmodeus IS an Embodiment of Sin nonetheless, arguably more powerful than any Goetia if we consider the Hell hierarchy system. Couldn't he have just... idk, raised up hell like Stolas did in "Truth Seekers" to go save his man? 🤷 Not that it took me out of the ep too much given all the great Blitz & Fizz content we got instead... buuuut yeah lol.

-With that one flashback sequence of Blitz and Fizz's childhood... I'm surprised Barbie Wire didn't show up much in it (save for the burned photo with their mom)? .-. I mean I'll admit I even saw some leaked storyboard-screencaps showing that Barbie was meant to be seen running out during the tent fire scene, but in the actual-finished ep she's just... not there somehow? Weird .x.;

-I'm... not really sure how to feel about Blitz straight up calling Striker a "supremacist"? Like yeah Striker's clearly within the "Eat The Rich" mentality since his debut in S1... buuuut with how its been subtly stated of how oppressed the Imp race is compared to most other Hell classes, I don't really get how Striker is "wrong" to outright detest royalty/rich folk? .-. Idk, hopefully they'll clear this up more with a later episode/backstory moment for Striker down the line... 'cause otherwise, the implications of it all just feels very... ehhhhh .x.;;

-...okay, I'm just gonna cut to the chase here (*and no offense meant-in advance to any shippers out there, btw*), but I'm... reeeeally not a fan of how much this show's been trying to "water down" Blitz and Stolas' current dynamic here 😑 Like, its one thing to show Stolas catching honest, genuine feelings but recognizing his mistakes enough to try & make things "right" (hence again, the Asmodeon Crystal thing)... but to straight up paint Blitz as being some "uwu stubborn meanie who doesn't know true love when he sees iiiiit~" is just... really? 🤦

Mind you, Stolas is the same guy who coerced Blitz into their Grimoire deal all so Blitz can keep up his I.M.P. business (& for Stolas to... well, "get some" >>;), kept stepping over boundaries throughout S1 (aka: calling him "Blitzy" over & over, hitting on him when he's not interested, etc.), and then didn't even try to defend Blitz when they both got publicly mocked in "Ozzie's" (only way later when they were in the privacy of his manor did he offer to talk/have some "cuddly couple time" together... 😒). Again, I don't mean to dunk on Stolas too much 'cause I know he IS trying to be better now (+Blitz wasn’t exactly a saint either, given that he only ever asked out Stolas back then just so he could spy on M&M >>)... but really, all that in mind I can't say I blame Blitz for not being exactly "receptive" to Stolas' affections 🤷 Personally, I think its best that these two just give eachother some space (once the Grimoire/Crystal thing is sorted out), imho...

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Aaaaand yeah, all-in-all I'd say this ep was... probably the best of S2, so far??😳Not "perfect" by any means, and def could've used a bit more polish in a few scenes/plot holes/script-writing... all-in-all, the strong chemistry of Blitz, Fizzarolli, Asmodeus amongst the drama made it a truly worthwhile episode~! 👏👏As for my current S2 ranking atm:

"Oops" (S2 Ep. 6)

"Western Energy" (S2 Ep. 4)

"Exes and Oohs" (S2 Ep. 3)

"The Circus" (S2 Ep. 1)

"Unhappy Campers" (S2. Ep 5)

"Seeing Stars" (S2. Ep 2)

[thegenvyisreal]

Good Omens Season 2 Episode 2 Thoughts

"it's technically my bookshop, but we both get plenty of use out of it don't we? *raises eyebrows*" EXCUSE ME AZIRAPHALE WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!!!!

I kinda love Jim??? I don't want to but I kinda do???

Okay listen. LISTEN. That miracle had the power of an archangel. I'm just! Lemme just! I'm sorry! Maybe I'm shifting into clown mode but I THINK this may mean that Crowley is more powerful than he lets on, that MAYBE he was an archangel before everything. (okay maybe I'm a Raphael truther let me live)

The whole Job plot was *chefs kiss*. I wasn't expecting Five to be there lol that was fun. And Ty!!! Gayest teen I've ever SEEN. I LOVE Zira going apeshit over the food.

And the two of them in that whole sequence! All the Job parts. Zira thinking he's fallen, Crowley wanting to save all life ever. I just!! Crowley is the GOODEST!!

Poor Nina and her (abusive?) partner. I hope she kicks her to the curb and stands up for herself.

Jim revealing that one phrase from Job's experience when Crowley EMPHATICALLY demands it. How come it worked for Crowley but not Zira? (I'M SORRY I'M BEING A CLOWN FOR RAPHAEL!CROWLEY)

Jim being "my head isn't big enough for all that anymore"??? Is he human now??? What made him this way??? Did God do it for trying to murder another angel???

Ooh! Theory of what was in the box! Gabriel's memories! And when Zira opened the box they all flew out! Idk!!

Still can't figure out why that one jukebox is converting those songs the way the Bentley converts everything to queen. And why Jim is singing it.

I liked the good omens book cameo! And ofc there was Terry's hat last episode!

THERE'S TOO MUCH IN MY BRAIN RN MUCH LIKE JIM

EDIT!:

I had a thought about EVERY (the leak). Do not scroll further if you don't wanna be spoiled about that rn.

SO. My roommate watched it and was catatonic and gave me some vague info about the end and I'm like OH. SHIT. So here's my depressing prediction. I love angst so this would feed me for months.

It's a cliffhanger. Heaven and/or hell find out that our duo has been hiding Gabriel. ONE of them is going to be erased from all existence. (maybe both idk) Crowley, realizing this is the last chance he'll ever get, grabs Aziraphale and kisses him, and there's a big confession scene and it's SO FUCKING EMOTIONAL THIS IS WHY NEIL WANTS US TO REACT TO THE VERY LAST 15 MINUTES. And then one of them is erased, and the other forgets about them completely, and is now back working for their original side, and it's SO FUCKING SAD. Gdi I need this but also DO NOT GIVE IT TO ME I WILL DIE.

[retphienix]

So the status update so far is "Pretty good, 'nother wall, decided to tear apart my entire loadout to see if starting it from scratch gives me new ideas" lol

- so I'm in the middle of experimenting with some ideas there right now.

Eternity Golem gave me some trouble for a bit and I wouldn't mind killing him a couple more times, but I got a couple wins and enough loot so I'm "good".

The "wall" is honestly me slamming into Betsy like 30 times (not checking to see exact amount) because I wanted to and got "close" (like 30% health) a few times.

I also tried lunatic once, I Am Not Using The Whip+Summoner Setup Against Him In This Mod Because That Was A Mistake lol

The second he did his clone move I'd accidentally hit it every single time despite trying- so that was death as you'd imagine, though I did last like 5 entire rotations despite that which was interesting.

Duke's an option, but I suck ass at regular Duke and this is Eternity Duke. I tried a few times, it didn't go great- did make it to phase 2 at least but considering how that melted me and phase 3 is apparently "What if Duke's final phase was really pissed at you?" I think that'll be a rough grind.

Empress is also an option but honestly almost all of my experience against Empress is cheesing her- so uh- not confident since I doubt any cheese works here since plenty of bosses that do bullet hell phases in this mod also arena trap you- and she's EMPRESS, so I'm assuming she'll arena trap me which will make cheese likely a no-go.

IDK. I feel like the smart money is on just slamming into Lunatic a few times to get the manipulator which should give me a few upgrades and make my choices much more appealing, we'll see.

In the mean time I'm officially at the "Fuck with all my equipment again and see if there's anything Silly that might kick some ass" phase of my playthrough again lol

Despite my best efforts to make this a primarily ranger or mage playthrough since I always end up going melee and summoner- I've been doing exclusively melee and summoner, as always 🙄 I just can't stay away lmao

Nearly all of pre-hardmode I went melee but told myself "It's pre-hardmode, who cares if I use night's edge for the millionth time since it's buff, I'll be ranger or mage in hard mode!" then didn't lol

The weird thing is where my equipment has landed lately. I'm in the middle of tossing all of it aside and reframing a new build, but for the last LOOOOOOONG while I haven't even had any real wings which is bizarre for my hard mode experiences.

The Pure Heart + Aeolus boots have pretty much done all I usually use wings for.

(btw, it's weird as hell that the Pure Heart uses wings to craft it and gives you the wing buffs that make wings better, but it ISN'T wings and doesn't COUNT as wings- even the wiki is like "It combines all the effects of the previous items" no it doesn't! It loses being wings!)

The jumps are extremely speedy and are great for avoiding most bosses-

Now, Most, is a key word because the lack of direct concise control (something WINGS would accomplish 🙄) has made precision bullet hells awkward.

For instance, due to some bug that I sincerely hope doesn't happen again (please dear god), my progress wonk'd itself and my world kicked me out of eternity mode, reset the inventory progress of the fargo NPCs (all those reliable enemy summon items gone because it forgot I ever unlocked them :( ) and forgot that I ever fought any of the fargo specific bosses. (I mean, my boss book remembers my stats and unlocks and times, but it somehow also says I never fought them in this world and the NPCs agree)- due to that I had to refight them so it'd stop annoying me and the hallow light boss put up a surprising challenge because I could no longer easily glide around his orbs. Whoops.

Anyways, I'd been using Pure Heart + Aeolus for mobility

The Dubious Circuitry (Mech boss combine accessory) / Lump of Flesh (Fleshy-combine accessory) / Bionomic Cluster (biome combine accessory) for a ton of utility.

Dubious primarily for the defensive stuff, Flesh for the big damage buffs, and Bio for the QOL of potions and, well I mean

lmao

And then the last 2 slots were filtering through primarily damage oriented enchantments and at some point the celestial shell.

Overall this is all fine, but it's not focused on anything really.

All this usually came to service a whip and summon tbh. Lately it's been Xeno staff and Dark Harvest but it's been a handful of things including the more active summon weapons like the expixive and destroyer gun back before I had more summon armor options that let me play with more than 3-4 slots.

Kinda just the 5 biggest "bunch of stats and effects" items I have and then 2 free slots to attempt and make things coherent, not that that's terrible or anything but now I'm thinking about re-assessing some of those stat piles to see if they actually help /me/ or if they just pad out my list of immunities.

So I'm in the middle of experimenting right now but what I'm currently thinking is that the dubious and flesh might not be the way to go right now, and that maybe I should bring back the pure heart since at some point I phased it out in favor of just the boots.

Lump is quite literally 30% more damage so long as I keep the cursor accurate which hasn't been much of an issue, as well as some laser damage sometimes that I don't abuse enough, and then the rest I either disable or don't use (parry that debuffs you and ground slam). I think something could fill the slot better despite what it brings (also I just feel funky having a parry that debuffs you hence why I don't use it, feels more like "risk risk reward" when I could just get better at dodging).

Dubious was almost entirely just there to prevent some debuffs and give defense. Like that's just about it, so when I really thought about it I figured that's probably a replaceable thing as well.

Regardless, mixing things up, I think I will play around with some more wizard enchant nonsense- the spectre enchant seems like a silly one if I get aggro enough about it. I rambled enough after this session- equipment in shambles, build torn apart to try slamming different things together, might go for ranger or mage or might just use my terra blade and enjoy the defense of some melee gear- anyways I've made it quite a bit deeper if my line of trophies is anything to go by, been fun :P

[zombies-aliens]

To all my guys out there with no valentines look call your homeboy up be like hey you got a valentine? No? Me neither you wanna get some wings?

Or whatever just get out of the house and whatever you do don't feel sorry for yourself like if nothing else just don't feel sorry for yourself bc there's plenty of people who do have a valentine and they aren't even having a good timeeee bro like they aren't even happy my guy believe me. And this isn't so we can laugh at them because hey that could be us next year stuck with someone we don't want wasting our valentines day with someone we don't even care about so let's not laugh bc that could be us, what I am saying this for is that it could br worse guys, it's not the end of everything, if we're hanging out by ourselves today fuck it bro go ahead and order some pizza and watch a movie or invite a bro over, go to the gym go buy some new clothes you feel good in, buy some scented candles there's so many that smell good get a forest scented candle, don't break the bank obviously stay within reason don't fucking try heroin just because you're alone today okay. But I hope you guys and the girls too shiet get what I'm saying that's to treat yourself be your own good time which plenty of people do every day of the year especially in your circumstances. There's nothing wrong with it. You got 24 hours in the day if you get bored, work out idk try something new, learn how to play chess, study the world flags bc honestly it's cool when you see a flag you studied and you can name if off the bat, listen to some music, take a nap even catch up on sleep. Just take care of yourself man it could be worse you could be a guy or girl with someone you couldn't give a damn about waiting for the day to be over. Fuck that yall we have it good, sure it'd be better w someone we like to share our time with but while you think about how it could be better just remember more how much it could have been worse. You're okay. You're still worthy of love.

And I wrote all this because I didn't get lucky with the girl I asked to be my valentine. Oh fucking well. I still went to the gym today with that same girl and I wasn't even butt hurt. Bruh I saw a girl with THEEEE PHHHHHHHAAAAAT AHHHHHHHHHH bruh oh my goodness yall. Maaaaaan she looked better than the girl I tried making my valentine man lol. So also keep in mind there's plenty of fish in the sea I know you heard this before "but but they were the fish I wan-" MAAAAAANNNNNNN STOP just stop ✋️ you're gonna be okay. Man I'm okay. You're okay. We're all gonna be okay.

This message is for the people that are having a bad valentines day because they're ruining it for themselves all because they're solo today. A girl will Come bro keep getting out of the house, smile, and make friends hang out with your bros today and chill idk. Figure it out. I gave you a list already. Take care. You're okay. Crybaby ahhhh lol

[mrs-gucci]

Hello Mrs G :D

How are you I hope you are doing well <3

I saw that you are open to chatting or thirsting and I am new on tumblr AND WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL

ADAM LOOKS SO GOOD LIKE HOW WHY WHO GAVE HIM THE RIGHT LIKE SHBCSBDCDABKU ERROR I STOPPED WORKING

Also uhm I love your work!!!! Just wanted to get that off my chest too heheh Like please never stop writing!!! That would be a huge loss for humanity.

And I have a question…. Do you know if there is a gc for writers that just start off? I have an Adam Story I am currently starting buuuut Idk if it would be any good…..

Love, Y

hey, Y! sorry for the belated response, it's been a bit crazy in my real life lately lol. you're so sweet for sending this in and for your kind words, I appreciate you. life's been kinda shitty lately so I haven't been able to be on the app or write much :/ so reading this message was a mood booster for sure!

first order of business, welcome to the adam driver tumblr dumpster fire!!

and secondly, yeah, none of us know how adam got his sexiness permit, it should be illegal to be so attractive...but I think we're all glad it isn't ;)

to answer your question, I don't know of any chats or anything like that, but I'm sure plenty of writers around here (including me!) would be happy to help you with your writing and giving advice. my inbox is always open for any questions you may have

sending love <3

[slutshamingglarncurious]

My Strangetown 03-02-2023

After roughly 1 season in each household:

(playing ts2 super collection for mac bc i want to play on my laptop / can't be assed to troubleshoot ultimate c right now lolz)

i borked up the play order so a couple things weren't ideal. I think I'll eventually switch to a more wants-based playstyle, but for now I want them to do things I want them to. I do let them do a lot of things autonomously though.

Curious:

Pascal - gave birth to fem!Tycho. made an autonomous first move on Nervous, and ofc they fall in love so very easily lol. Pascal took Nervous's last name unfortunately. there're enough Curiouses in town so oh well. He got demoted for a chance event where he stood up for himself and then got the want to quit his job (which ended up being a positive memory so) I don't know what to do with him in those regards.

Nervous - Nervous and Pascal got married before any Beaker household shenanigans could even occur lol sorry no angst. Nervous being a family sim is having a pretty good time atm, I've kept the 'adopt a child' want locked that both he and Pascal have had since getting married, but I'm waiting until after Vidcund gives birth to bring another fuckin child into the house. (yeah Vidcund hasn't even given birth to his initial child(ren) and Pascal and Nervous are married and live together don't talk to me)

Vidcund - is doing some very helpful autonomous childcare for Tycho, so I think he'll be a better papa than I ever anticipated him to be. I did force twins and I'm really hoping for girl/boy I want to name them after his paternal grandparents Zo and Notzo because it's hilarious and the names kinda fit alien vibes? (I've seen people who have a single female baby name her Violet which is everything tbqh!) For now no romantic interests. Maybe he can become the resident 'gardener' heh heh heh.

Tycho - green baby :) is p high values for personality except is lazy (2/3 points) just started toddlerhood!

Nervous and also Vidcund maybe? had wants to adopt a kitten/pet so they have a kitten named Grim. Little s/o to Nervous's heritage m'pose.

Curious

Lazlo - I'm sowwy I married him off to Crystal and moved them downtown so fast bc i wanted more room in the house. I do slightly regret it but hey Lazlo invites himself over all the time. I wish I could get him his little hydroponic weed garden back since he left it back home. Also Crystal had given him a hot tub from their incredible date -- which had ended in woohoo and Pascal setting the kitchen on fire at the same time lol. His lifetime want is to reach the top of the scientist career but idk if that's really in line w his character aha.

Crystal - is a senator??? in my save. which is.. funny since ya know. Lazlo is a grimy little pothead sillyman. I need to spend more time with her to develop her character bc rn she's just some guy to me. I'm mad I made Crystal pregnant so fast instead of having them adopt a child later on in life.. oh well. (I made too many babies too fast bc I haven't played ts2 in ages and got overexcited...) Tycho and eventual baby Nova the cousins ever.

Beaker

Loki - has become good friends with Lazlo from bringing him home from work. real strange duo, but I guess Lazlo is the only one who never tried to get with Circe lol. He spends a lot of time cooking for his epic wife, and did a lot when she was pregnant so that she didn't have to eat burnt tv dinners all the time!

Circe - unfortunately for her, she and Loki rolled 'have a baby' after they woohoo'd early on. So Circe has had to stay home from work multiple days, and I feel bad bc she constantly rolls the want to 'go to work'. She seems to be slightly inferior to Loki when it comes to autonomous parenting, but the baby hasn't been taken away so good job mumz. She has gotten that promotion she wanted and is on track to get plenty more.

Ceres - their first child was a baby girl. she's still a baby and i'm a vanilla player so I know nothing abt her yet! I hope they can have a boy Atom, but since Circe doesn't seem to want to miss work ever I might make Loki get abducted? idk!

Singles

Lola - god this household was a struggle to get moving bc there were no jobs available that they wanted ever. So after a few days Lola got a job in the law career! She's girlbossing tf up. Did I consider getting her with Ajay simply so her name could be Lola Loner? Of course I did. However!! Since the game doesn't start you off with enough gay people I take the 'beard' turnoff to mean she doesn't like men teehee.

Erin - "but wait," you just thought, "doesn't Erin also have the 'beard' turn off?" YES! welcome to my rarepair. Girlboss x girlfail. I'm obsessed with them. (They both had a lil chemistry w each other so i jumped on that. listen I'm pushing things but not totally forcing them ok??) She has not rolled a want to get a job since she first moved in now it's gone so she's just freeloading.

Chloe - was surprisingly the first one to get a job because the slacker career was what she wanted and it was available on like day 1 or 2. Not feeling super inspired by her atm. she's fulfilled 1/20 woohoo partners for her lifetime wish (which I rerolled a few times bc I want them to be actually fucking doable) she gets on my nerves bc she fights Erin and Kristen so goddamn much. And I should mention they live in 73 road to nowhere which is the most evil demented build ever it is so unpleasant to play in and is tiny but was all they could afford.

Loner

Kristen - was so desperate to get out of the house she eloped with Ajay ahaha... (I had to do quite a bit of cheating relationships to get them together bc they never wanted to come over to each others houses and had only met once before) I had originally planned for Kristen to go for ladies but she was so miserable at home. and I wanted Ajay to pair up with a Singles lady but not Chloe (for now..) She also had joined the athlete career and got fired the first fucking day bc of a chance card like it was so bad. She's now in the medicine career bc it suits her personality/skills? I don't like how it kind of all goes against the tiny amount of character background she's given, but whatevs maybe she'll become an all-star athlete later. (Maybe she'll also realize she's not meant to be married to a man)

Ajay - literally just some guy. in the business career. has impregnated Kristen bc again, I got too excited about pairing people off and creating offspring. I'm not rly sure what I'll name this baby or why I'm having it. Maybe I'll get them taken away by social services and the Smiths can adopt to fulfill their family aspiration desires ooh. I think he might cross paths w Chloe a couple more times, hookup perhaps... destroy the marriage perhaps)

Smith

Poltech 9 - I call him Pete/Petey (PT) for short sometimes. He spent like 3/4 days straight only rolling 'adopt a pet' wants and I wanted to tear my hair out bc I adopted a cat and dog both for the family but he wouldn't stop rolling it. But all the family related events gave him a lot of aspiration points and I got him the elixir of life bc I mistakenly thought this could age him and now-elder Jenny down so they could have more kids but now they're both old and both have the "have 10 kids" want. which I want to give them!! so now they're gonna be adopting hella kids.

Jenny - She's newly elderly. Hasn't retired yet. I think I'll get her one more promotion before doing so. She does more parenting because PT9 can only just barely manage to take care of his own needs. (He doesn't even work!!) I wish I could've given her the elixir of life before she aged up :'-( so she could have more kids w her mans. everytime one of them enters the room as the other they get the little heart-y thought bubble and fan themselves. they're so in love.

Jill - she aged up with one of the outfits with a spiky collar lol. I guess she misses Johnny and this is how she expresses it. She's a popularity sim bc I hadn't made any rules for myself yet. Might change it to knowledge? she's just the little silly so I'm gonna let her explore her teenaged times.

Abhijeet - adopted child numero uno. So much for J names! or names with any connection to the family at all lol. I accidentally let the adoption popup time out but I wanted a child anyways. He's been here for like 1.5 days and I don't have a feel for him yet so we'll see!

Heidi - (named after an irl dog friend of mine) black large doggy. first pet adoption. she works in service.

Red - (also named after a real cat) was a red(orange) kitten but aged up and is now black?? so... Don't I look dumb...

Smith

Johnny - of course is an adult now. he wants to be a rock legend, so he's working towards that. He lives downtown with his now wife Ophelia. (they wanted to get engaged immediately okay they're super in love okay?) They live downtown bc I thought it suited the two of them.

Ophelia - is now a Smith. I'm kind of sad the Nigmos name is now totally gone, but i'm trying to honor her family other places. She aged up and immediately had aspiration failure because she had seen a ghost the day before and didn't go to university (I'm sorry you never rolled the want / I kind of forgot) All the "grew up bad" memories with Olive line up with this though! Ophelia had a horrible pregnancy, constantly exhausted and always needing to eat 2/3 servings of food in a row. I ultimately do think she's happy though bc she's living with Johnny and is away from Olive's ghost party.

Willow - the baby was a girl! (which makes 3 girls so far??) I thought it'd be really sweet to name her after Ophelia's late mother and only a couple minutes later did I realize I named this child Willow Smith lol. It's fine it's cool (I think irl Willow Smith is kind of Johnny x Ophelia core actually?? brand new sentence lol)

Specter

Olive - uhhh she deadddd... she started dying literally as Ophelia was doing the moving out sequence so I got the fun "you have killed off all your sims in this household bozo" popup. She sent Nervous a whopping 2000 simoleons of inheritance!! The Specter estate is now vacant.. maybe one of Nervous or Ophelia's descendants will move in years down the line. She died with plat aspiration so that was cool. Because she actually likes seeing ghosts! (ahem Ophelia cough ahem)

Grunt

General Buzz - as soon as I loaded in the lot he was playing with lil Buck and having a grand ol' time. He mostly just goes to work and comes back home. Haven't had any real luck or inspo with developing outside relationships (maybe he'll be one of Chloe's flings lol) He did get a 50,000 simoleon bonus for evaporating an asteroid about to collide with earth so that was pretty sweet. I need to figure out how to spend it lol.

Tank - is now waiting to go to La Fiesta Tech in the bin. He mostly just wanted to impress his father and fight Ripp. I think Ripp actually beat him though.. I'm probably gonna set him up with that one La Fiesta evil gay twin because they are silly and cute!

Ripp - is such a good brother to Buck, they get along so well without any effort on my end. Which is good for him since he isn't friends with Tank or Buzz, and Ophelia and Johnny are adults living downtown. I want to get him with Jill Smith, but of course they keep playing phone tag with each other. Soon... I guess I'm trying a lil too hard.

Buck - what can I say, he's just a little guy. He did make his rounds in the obstacle course outside thanks to dad, and is still doing very well in school. He likes Tank, loves Ripp, and he also loves General Buzz I think. I suppose he's a little softer on him since he's the baby of the family and last child Lyla left him. The game immediately had other plans for the whole "he wonders why his father never seems to notice him" thing, but maybe that'll change. No idea what his future holds.

I spent like at least 2 hours writing all this, I'm gonna start a spreadsheet soon probably. Also need a more organized way to write summaries for these characters, but at least I've written it somewhere i.e. here. Time to not give my back a break and spend the day hunched over my laptop again.

[hotlink907]

request:jisoo x fem reader, jisoo as fancy lounge singer, everyone is interested in her but she only has eyes for cold, aloof, powerful reader. Reader is secretly interested.

pairing: Jisoo x fem reader

genre: dramatic fluff? idk lol

warnings: none really. mentions of societal misogyny i guess

a/n: my god this was fun to write. I hope you all like it as much as I did.

You came to see her every time she performed. Why? Well, that was a little harder to say. There was something about her--her statuesque beauty, the way her facial expression perfectly carried the emotion of whatever song she was singing, even to the back of the room.

You knew that you weren’t the only one. Far from it. There were plenty of people--maybe even most of the patrons of the velvet covered lounge--that came solely for the purpose of watching Kim Jisoo sing. But no one would have ever guessed that was the reason for your frequent visits.

You sat by yourself at a side table, sipping a drink that cost more than some people mind spend on a meal. It didn’t matter to you. You had worked hard to reach your station in life. As a woman, you had needed to. The world was unkind to women with powerful ambitions. And now that you had achieved those ambitions, you were eager to enjoy the fruits of your victory.

No one told you what to do. No one stole your attention or your heart.

So this Kim Jisoo... what had she done?

The lights of the lounge shone down on her face, perfectly highlighting the curve of her neckline. She was dressed in all black, as she so often was. She looked otherworldly, gently cradling the microphone, her throaty voice drowning out all of your other thoughts.

Who was she to do this to you?

You looked down at the table in front of you. It had become your table. The people here knew you. Where you liked to sit. What you liked to drink. And they knew the fact that you wanted to be left alone. Your reputation was one of your greatest assets--but also one of your greatest weaknesses.

The song ended, and Jisoo gave a small bow. “Thank you,” she said, to the gentle applause that greeted her. She stepped off the stage and the lights came up a little. A short break, and then she would be back.

You glanced at your phone. Several missed calls from one of your partners. You would need to step outside to check what that was about. Hopefully you didn’t miss any of the performance by the time you came back in.

You stood up and made your way to a side exit. You weren’t pleased with having your evening interrupted, but that was the price you paid for a position like yours.

You made your way down a dark and narrow hallway. Most patrons didn’t go this way--they weren’t supposed to. But management knew to stay out of your way.

You were nearly at the door when someone turned the corner from the other direction, almost bumping into you. Normally, you wouldn’t have paid them a second thought. Then you saw who it was, and you came to a halt.

“Oh, I’m so sorry--” The woman began.

You stared, not sure what to say. Because it wasn’t just any woman.

It was Kim Jisoo.

The muse of your evenings, the one who had somehow managed to captivate you so entirely. “Don’t worry about it,” you said hastily. Why were you so flustered? She had done nothing. She--

She looked ethereal. A raven-haired angel come down to earth. The neon lounge lights cast a glow on her glossy hair. Her skin looked like porcelain. You reach out and touch her--

“You come here most nights, don’t you?” she asked.

You knew what you should do. You should walk past her. Just keep going. You had business to take care of. You didn’t have time to talk to anyone, even... her.

And yet you spoke anyway.

“I think a lot of people come here most nights,” you said. “Just to see you.”

Jisoo looked at you evenly. “Is that why you’re here?” If anyone else would have said that to you...

But this wasn’t anyone. And so you smiled, just a little, because it was a clever response, wasn’t it? And it was true. “I’ve never seen another performer like you,” you said.

“I bet you say that to all the pretty performers,” Jisoo said with a smirk. “I’ve noticed you. Every night.” “I bet you say that to all the powerful women,” you countered.

“Just the ones that I notice,” said Jisoo. “I haven’t noticed anyone other than you for a few nights now.”

Your gaze was locked on yours. The moment had taken on a strange, surreal quality. Was this really happening? You weren’t sure what was stranger--the fact that you were talking to her at all, or the fact that you were so taken by her beauty.

“You should be careful saying things like that,” you murmured. “I might believe them.”

“Would that be so bad?”

She had gotten closer to you. When that had occurred, you weren’t sure. But the distance between you was now only a few inches, and her proximity was nothing less than intoxicating. Any phone calls that you needed to make had long been forgotten. She was the only thing that existed.

“I want to know more about you,” she said.

“You have no idea how few people have actually said that to me.” “I can guess.” Your mouth quirked into a grin. “And why would that be?”

“Because the world is afraid of powerful women. Especially ones who are beautiful.”

You had made a career out of taking what you wanted. Of making sure that the world knew to stay out of your way. But for some reason, in this moment, you were the one who was frozen. So when she leaned in, her mouth practically touching your ear, you had to fight a shiver that ran down your spine.

“Find me when the show’s over,” Jisoo whispered. “I’d like to... know you better.”

And then she was gone, walking past you on her way back to the lounge.

You stood there in her wake, the scent of her perfume washing over you. It felt like a dream. Like a memory of something that hadn’t occurred.

And yet...

You still felt her breath on your ear. Her lips, so close to your neck.

And you knew that you would be waiting for her when the show was over. That you would go anywhere she asked, just for the chance to hear her speak again.

You needed to know more. You needed her.

And you would find a way to have her.

[purple-babygirl]

your writing is literally something so personal to me, it's unreal – no other author's really been able to do that 💜 i thank you for all the fics and the work you put into them :) writing isn't exactly the easiest lol

i know you'd do this small request justice tho; now not to trauma dump on you or anything but recently i've been dealing w the worst body image issues (i hope this isn't a triggering topic as i know plenty of us do as well, unfortunately), more so specifically my chest. i barely fill an A cup, and quite frankly just thinking about having a shirt off during you know easily makes me cry.

and lately lots of fics have been emphasizing, or just adding slight comments to the reader's "perky tits" that daddy!bucky loves to look down at through her shirt or something :/ absolutely nothing wrong w it, of course i can ignore it and read over it, but idk eventually it just becomes a lot. omg this is a lot fuck

so maybe it could be just a small hc, drabble, whatever's easiest lol, about daddy!bucky and it's just comfort all around though i am 100% not against any smut whatsoever in fact it is encouraged where he accepts her, reassures her that he'd always be there, that she's just beautiful the way she is. it doesnt have to completely center around that tho, just a small comment on it would suffice <3

no rush on this one <3 again i love ur writing endlessly and i cant wait to read it 💜💜

Pairing: (Daddy)!Bucky Barnes x f!(little)!reader

Word count: 2,725

Warnings: contains ddlg, contains smut (fingering - f receiving), the rest is fluff. 18+ content.

A/N: Nonnie love, this is hands down one of the best asks I've ever received and I think will ever receive on here. You're so so kind and sweet and I hope you know how much I love and appreciate you. Also, you can totally trauma dump on me any time, I'm here for you💜 and tbh, i understand:" and you're right, body image is something we all struggle with but at the end of the day, believe me we're all perfect little beings, each in their own way. Thank you so much for sending this in and I hope I didn't disappoint you, love💜💜 i love you lots. Please enjoy xx💜

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all of you

Bucky never said anything, but he knew. He knew her like the back of his hand. Bucky knew what made her happy and what made her sad. He knew her dreams and fantasies. He knew what she liked about herself and what she was insecure about. Bucky knew it all, and he absolutely adored every bit. He loved all of her just the way she was. He was hoping she knew that though.

Although he knew everything there was to know about his girl, Bucky was no relationship expert. He was above a 100 years old and she was his first girlfriend since the 40s. He would be lying to himself if he said he still remembered how to woo or swipe a lady off of her feet.

But Bucky knew how to love. When it came to her, his heart knew how to appreciate, adore and cherish every detail. It was with her that he learned that no torture, even if too much, could be enough for his heart to forget how to love.

She taught him to smile again. She gave him a reason to want to live again. She was his hope, his sunshine, his love and his all.

So Bucky just decided he was going to let his actions speak instead of his words. He made sure she knew he loved every little thing he's ever noticed about her inside and out.

Bucky loves every inch of her; every mark, every mole and every scar he's had the luck of laying his eyes on and discovering.

But like he had his deep insecurities, she had hers and it was only human. Bucky just wished he could have her see herself through his eyes.

He wished he could show her how perfect she was to him, how he adored everything about her and wouldn't trade a thing, not for the world.

Now when she's her big, busy, responsible self, it's easy for her to hide it or brush it off, but it's more noticeable when she's little.

She won't exactly give Bucky an easy time whenever it was time to change or shower or do anything that required her shirt to be taken off and her boobs to be bare before him.

Her big self has let Bucky see her chest plenty of times, biting back anxious tears that always threatened to spill as she tried to relax, focusing on the feel of Bucky's hands on her, caressing, kneading and pinching her soft flesh.

Bucky is always so soft with her, so patient and gentle. He never rushes her and walks through everything at her pace.

He wished she’d stop closing her eyes every time she got naked for him because she was missing the way she had him licking his lips at the mere sight of her. She was missing his dilating pupils as he took her in and his teeth sinking into his lip before he’d lower his mouth on her body.

It was one of those days and she was being hard again.

“Baby doll, we gotta take our clothes off if we wanna take a bath together,” Bucky reasons, trying to seduce her into undressing, knowing how much she likes their grounding bath time.

Oh, she is perfect. Bucky could never get enough of her. She's so perfect that he sometimes finds himself staring at her as she nakedly sleeps beside him and feels like a creep. She's perfect and Bucky desperately needed her to know it.

“Don' look then,” she says, her palm cupping Bucky's cheek to try and make him turn his head the other way so his eyes aren't on her.

“Doll, my baby, Daddy loves every little part of you. You got nothing to be shy about,” Bucky reassures, twisting his head to kiss her palm.

“Daddy,” she whines, still refusing to get out of her his shirt.

Bucky sighs before turning off the water pouring into the filling tub.

She looks regretful, quickly preparing an apology in her head, thinking she ruined bath time for them.

Bucky doesn't give her the chance because his hand is off the tap and on hers, gently tugging as he leads her outside of the bathroom.

“Dada?” She whispers, confused, when Bucky sits down on their bed, positioning her before him between his legs.

“Baby doll, I love you,” Bucky says, his eyes carrying nothing but sincerity and adoration.

Before she can say it back, he continues, “and that means I love everything about you with my whole heart. You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen, and you're mine, doll!”

“All yours, daddy,” she reassures as tears fill her eyes.

Bucky couldn't believe his own words. His mind took a minute to comprehend this truth every time he was reminded of it.

She is his. This perfect, absolutely amazing in every way, kind, sweet girl is his. She wants him. She trusts him. She chooses him. She loves him. And the least Bucky can do is make her feel like the precious beauty she is.

“And I'm yours, baby.” Bucky kisses her hand, “and I understand.”

He tenderly holds her face between his hands and pecks her forehead again and again.

“Remember when I couldn't be shirtless around you at first?” Bucky asks and she nods.

“I was so insecure about my arm. I didn't want you to see it. I didn't want you to see anything that had to do with this part of me.”

“Daddy.” A tear rolls down her face as she cups Bucky's.

“But do you remember what you did the first time you got home early and saw it?” She nods again and Bucky melts when he remembers.

“You smiled so brightly at me and then you acted like nothing was different. You hugged me all the same, kissed me all the same and made me feel loved all the same. You didn’t stare or grimace or even ask questions.” Bucky swallows the lump is his throat when he feels like he's getting emotional because this isn't about him.

“Dada, your arm is beautiful!” She defends, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“It's not beautiful to me, doll.” Bucky gives a faint smile, “but it's okay because none of us has to be perfect. Especially if I have an angel like you, loving me for who I am despite the flaws.”

“I love you, daddy.” She throws her arms around Bucky's neck, hugging him as close to her as she can as she cries on his shoulder. Bucky wraps his arms around her, his lips dropping to the column of her neck and he places the softest kisses there.

“I love you too, doll. I love you and anything that has to do with you.” Bucky kisses her ear, “and I know there might be parts of you that are not your favourite but they're you and I love them. I love you. You never have to hide away from me, baby. I love all of you just the way you are.”

She slowly backs out of the hug, wipes hurriedly at her tears before grabbing Bucky's hands and bravely placing them on the hem of her shirt.

Bucky smiles softly, “you ready to take a bath with daddy, doll?”

She nods with a shy smile, her heart pounding between her ribs as she tries to remain brave. It's Bucky. Bucky loves her. He loves her the way she is.

He tenderly slips the shirt off her arms and head before his hands find her waist, waiting for her nod to take off her underwear as well.

When she's fully bare in front of him, Bucky just stares. She's so so beautiful. She looks like a goddess to him; an exquisite being out of a fairytale. His very own Venus. He never thought anyone could be this gorgeous.

Bucky only snaps back to the present when she starts fidgeting and shifting on her feet in slight discomfort.

“You're beautiful, baby doll.” He holds her hand and brings her closer to him again. He helps her up on his lap with her legs open and wrapped around his waist.

Her face is burning up at how exposed she feels and then Bucky's palms are caressing her back, spreading chills throughout her.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, his lips finding her forehead.

Bucky kisses her eyes, feeling the flutter of the lids in surprise, “just perfect from head to toe.”

“Those beautiful eyes where I see your love for me; where I see hope and hold on to it because I got you.”

She blushes, keeping her eyes shut as she feels Bucky's lips peck her nose, “you have no idea how much I love feeling this nose poke me when you hide your face from the sun in my chest every morning. Or when you hug me and bury your face in my neck. Doll, you make me feel whole doing the littlest things.”

“And your beautiful lips. Oh, these are perfect.” He kisses her again, his teeth gently biting on her lower lip. “The prettiest sounds come out of them,” peck, “it's the best thing in the world when I hear them calling for me,” peck, “there's not a second that I don't wanna kiss these lips, baby” peck, “and when they're stretched around my cock? Oh, doll.” peck.

“Bucky.” She opens her eyes, tears evident in them again and in an instant, Bucky's lips are devouring hers.

She’s her and she’s comfortably naked in his hold as her big self. She feels brave enough and it’s her.

Bucky’s words are so loving, so soft and so kind and she feels the warmth of them engulfing her in a sweet hug.

“Bucky,” she breathes, hiding her face in Bucky's shoulder, her nose poking his neck.

He chuckles, kissing the side of her head, “look at me, baby.” Bucky asks and she obeys, her whole body feeling on fire, “please.”

“Don't hide from me, doll. I’m in love and I'm not done admiring you yet,” Bucky says, smiling adoringly as he steals yet another kiss from her welcoming mouth.

Her face is so hot she can feel the warmth spreading to her neck and chest as she lets Bucky’s voice calm her as he continues to worship her body.

“Where were we?” He pecks her lips one last time before his lips are sliding over her skin down to her neck, “your neck, right.”

“This beautiful neck that proudly carries my marks all over,” Bucky says hotly, his teeth teasing her flesh, “so soft, so warm.” Bucky's nose brushes up her throat before his lips go down the same trail, sending shivers up her back where his hands are still caressing and feeling

Bucky remembers all the times she's hugged him, let him nuzzle her neck and take in the beautiful scent his heart knew as hers. He silently moves to her collarbones, nibbling and kissing until he reaches her breasts.

Bucky lets his flesh hand come to the front, the other still on her back, holding her. His eyes are on hers, looking for signs of rejection as he slides it up her tummy.

She doesn't stop him and Bucky's hand reaches one of her boobs and he can't help but close his palm over the soft tit, giving a tiny squeeze. Her breath hitches as Bucky whispers a “perfect” to himself.

Her head falls back a little as Bucky's hand moves to her other breast, his touch leaving her nipples hard and her body shivering.

“Your boobs are the best, doll. They're so soft and beautiful, fit just right in my hands. I love playing with them,” Bucky says, tenderly rolling a nipple between his fingers, eliciting a sweet moan from her.

“I love putting my mouth on them.” Bucky's lips are instantly on her other nipple, wrapping around the nub and sucking, the tip of his tongue circling over it.

“Bucky, please,” she breathes, not even sure what she's begging for but Bucky understands. He always understands.

“You want me to move to your favourite part, baby doll?” He teased, lightly biting down, lips grazing her sensitive nipple, making her arch her back to press her breast more to his mouth.

She nods, shyly adding a low “please”.

Bucky puts his lips on hers and she’s so lost in the dizzying kiss to notice him standing up and taking her back to the bathroom.

She opens her eyes again when she hears the water continue to fill up the tub and she can’t help but pant, “I love you.”

“I love you even more, doll.” Bucky kisses her again, big hands caressing the curve of her butt and squeezing.

When the tub is filled, Bucky gently gets her in and she sighs at the warmth she sinks into, the water smelling of her favourite body wash.

Bucky gets in and relaxes behind her, his chest to her back and his arms around her waist.

He kisses her ear, neck and shoulder as his fingers trail down her body and she automatically parts her legs.

Bucky’s fingers are sort of warm when they slip inside her but it’s nothing compared to the warmth of her tight cunt.

“I have to admit, you’re not the only one who favours this pussy, doll. It’s definitely my favourite part too,” Bucky smirks on her neck, his lips teasing as his fingers leisurely slide in and out of her.

His vibranium hand plays with her boobs, the sensation making her slightly shake in his hold.

She’s floating. Everything feels too good and she feels so loved; so accepted and so wanted.

Bucky finds her beautiful and attractive. Bucky craves her.

“This amazing pussy that is always needy no matter how many times I give her my cock. Always so wet and so warm for me,” Bucky moans, biting down on her shoulder and her back curves the littlest bit as she tries to get his fingers to move faster.

“So tight I don’t even know how you take me, baby.” Bucky’s thumb rubs her clit just as slowly and she’s so desperate for a release, but also not sure if she wants all the pleasure Bucky’s giving her to end.

“But you do, you take this cock like a champ. Every. Single. Time.” Bucky groans, softly humping her ass, his hard cock touching her behind making her even wetter on his fingers.

“Please, Bucky. I want it,” she mewls, frustrated that he won’t pump his fingers faster.

“What is it you want, doll?”

“Y-your cock,” she whispers and Bucky is kind enough to not make her say it again louder.

Bucky slowly pulls his fingers out of her, rubbing the head of his cock on her opening before pushing in.

“All yours, doll,” he breaths, fully sinking into her.

It was one bath but it was all she needed. That day has opened her eyes to things Bucky did that she unawarely took for granted, barely noticing and if she noticed them she’d deem them coincidences.

She no longer missed out on how Bucky checks her out when she’s out of the shower in nothing but a towel. She no longer missed out on the way Bucky admired her on date night because the dresses looked so good on her he almost cancelled their every date.

On another hand, Bucky loved her more freely now. He got to be more open about showing her physical affection any time of the day. Bucky always wanted to be close. He always wanted a hand on one or both of her boobs. The man was obsessed. They’re spooning? Bucky has a hand on her boobs. Watching a movie? Bucky has a hand under her shirt touching her boobs. Making love? He’s. Touching. Her. Boobs.

Bucky just loved her; all of her, so much and he’d vowed to make sure she knew that until his last day on earth.

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