#[crack.] Elementary my dear.

[wishuroses]

.⠀ ݁ ⸜⸜ 𓂃 𓇼 avatar boys as romantic tropes.

✶ featuring: neteyam, aonung, lo’ak, spider, and rotxo.

✶ warnings: fluff, humor, crushes, pretty lengthy cus i got carried away, just boys being boys, lowercase intended!

✶ a/n: i remember seeing a trope post and thought it’d be fun to do! i also feel like i wrote too much but nonetheless happy reading :-)

〘 neteyam 〙⠀:⠀unrequited required first loves.

neteyam seems like the type of person to not really be looking for any kind of romantic relationship; he’s way too busy with trying to keep an eye on lo’ak and all that other olo’eyktan in training business he has. when you finally confess, he lets you down gently, “i hold you dear to my heart, but not in that way, i’m sorry.” “oh, no worries. friends?” “friends :)” you’re upset, obviously he wouldn’t think of you like that, he has too much on his plate to even think of a relationship, but you’re cool with being friends if it meant you still got to be near him. (truthfully when you confessed, he was wondering why his heart was palpating violently like it was about to jump out his chest and run away, and why the air felt hotter than usual.) after a while, neteyam realizes that he does, in fact, love you as much as you love him. neteyam felt so stupid, and he would do anything to prove that he’s loved you for the longest. “i was stupid to realize so late, that my heart has always belonged to you.”

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〘 aonung 〙⠀:⠀bullying you cause he wants you.

aonung reminds me of those elementary school boys who bully and tease the people they have a crush on, and i mean this in the nicest way possible. he realizes his feelings quick and comes to terms with it (sorta), but it takes this idiot so long to even say something about it that you’re genuinely convinced he just doesn’t like you. despite his nonchalant front, he’s definitely the first person to notice something different with you and starts touching. got a new hairdo? “oooh trying to impress someone? (please say me)” he’s twirling your lock around his finger with a smirk on his face. new set of top and loincloth? “you made these yourself? a 5 year old could do better! (please go out with me)” he’s tugging on the top, you swat his hand when he reaches for your cloth. you later on find out that he does have a thing for you, but you’d have to be the one to make the first move, sorry! this boy is too prideful, but don’t worry, it’s easy to make aonung crack, any type of affection from you would have this boy on his knees in mere seconds. “if you liked me you could’ve just told me.” “i don’t like you???” “nung we're literally holding hands?” “...ok and????”

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〘 lo’ak 〙⠀:⠀reckless loser who you would do anything for, something along the lines of blooming puppy love.

lo’ak is a very quiet character i haven’t quite gotten down yet, but he definitely has little to no idea about romance, nor does he really care about it–he’s just here to have fun and cause trouble. you, on the other hand, are completely smitten with him. you follow him wherever he asks you to go, even if you felt like it wasn’t a good idea–you knew he would never purposefully put you in danger, surely not. “your dad is going to beat the hell out of you if he finds us here” “not if i tell him you’re with me!” touché. he’s a man of little words, so physical affection is his go to, along with him dragging you places. you both definitely have a super secret hideout some place no one knows about. he calls you “bro” which you’re fine with but you only get confused when he does things like hold your hand (for such a long time too, you once counted 32 seconds in your head), so you’re just like–is he into me too or...? not to mention, tuk definitely tries to play matchmaker, despite lo’ak’s embarrassed protests. “tuk, shut up!” “blehh :P”

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〘 spider 〙⠀:⠀both pining but are too stupid and stubborn to realize, everyone sees it except the both of you.

you and spider have liked each other since you two started walking. everyone’s sick of you tiptoeing around each other’s feelings and it’s baffling how oblivious the both of you are. the subtle touches and lingering glances grew more and more, yet you still weren’t sure if spider liked you in that way–and vice versa. let lo’ak make some sort of comment about it, spider gets defensive immediately “bro! shut up!! i don’t like them like that!!!” “wooaaahh spider don’t pull out the 9!” get lost in each other’s eyes once and all of a sudden that means you two should kiss right then and there. somehow jake gets involved? “aren’t you two dating?” “what?!?!? no we aren’t!!!” damn y’all might as well be! despite the both of you getting pep talk from kiri and lo’ak, it takes ages for either of you to make the first move, but eventually one of you will break sooner or later. and you bet kiri and lo’ak made some sort of bet out of it.. loser does chores for a month.

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〘 rotxo 〙⠀:⠀best friends to lovers, slow burn.

you both are so in love with each other it makes aonung sick, he’s definitely the type of friend to fake gag when you two smile at each other “get a room you two!” (but don’t worry, he’s still rooting for the both of you, even if you’re both stupid). whenever something happens, whether it be good or bad, rotxo always goes to you, and you go to him! rotxo was definitely raised by his grandma, so you can imagine how sweet he really is–he even knows how to weave and weaved your clothes (managed to start courting you without even realizing he was actually courting you). both of you like each other but neither of you wanted something bad to happen to your already healthy friendship and make it awkward or something (which is an excuse–a very valid excuse– but still an excuse). “rotxo can i spend the night at yours? i miss your grandma!” “ah, sure, but do you ever miss me? :(” “of course, i love you too much not to!” bonus points if you hug him after. it takes the both of you a while to start dating, but when you do, you’re both inseparable.

[marloree]

hii could u do more hyuka pieces where theyre bffs and the reader isnt aware of his feelings/ cute confession stuff? hehe i love reading those slight angst + fluff pices :33 ty tyy

𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ‘𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎’ 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘?

Pairing: bff! Huening Kai × Reader

Genre: fluff, romance, friends to lovers, slight angst if you squint, attempt at comedy/crack (?)

Word count: 0.94 k

A/N: thank you so so much for being my first request, whoever you are dear nonnie!! May your life be filled with love and happiness and may all your dreams come true ahh (sorry if I come off as a bit too excited hehe), and feel free to request more in the future if you want to! I hope this matches your expectations <33

Taglist: @babymochibeargyu (feel free to leave an ask/DM me to be added!)

You have been friends with Hyuka since elementary school. Maturing was difficult for both of you, but, despite being in numerous different friend groups and developing opposite interests, you stayed by each other's side through all these years.

Year by year, your bond grew only stronger. Both of you have gone through many hardships during the time, but it only drew you closer. You deemed each other as your comfort person. It really was true: you could vent and tell all your worries to Kai, just as he could do the same.

But, most importantly, you shared your happy moments, too. It was safe to say you two made what people call true friendship.

Or, so you thought it was only a friendship. Hyuka, unbeknownst to you, developed feelings far stronger and more intimate to be considered as just a friend's. A little crush he had on you in elementary now turned into something much bigger.

In Kai's eyes you were a perfect friend, a perfect person, everything he could ever dream of. But, would you feel the same way? The thought always was in the back of Huening's brain. And he, as any lover, wasn't so sure about this. The poor boy definitely didn't want to lose your friendship, but he couldn't completely shut down and bottle up his feelings, either. Especially since you didn't have a partner and, maybe, just maybe, you would feel the same way? Hyuka, despite his attempts to be realistic, always held that tiny hope.

What could be a better way to test the waters than try and gift you something? Of course, as your dear best friend, he would frequently make you presents for special occasions, but he hoped that a little extra gift here and there wouldn't hurt.

A pack of your favourite candies, a new set of pens since he always knew you lose yours, your favourite snack when you would feel down - such little gifts soon turned into another part of your friendship. You weren't completely oblivious to it, but Hyuka always was such a gentle and caring friend, there obviously were no other motives except his sweet and kind nature, or so you thought.

At first, Kai was even glad that you didn't catch on the reason for his gifts. But, as time went by, he couldn't help but wonder, were you really so clueless or was it your way of telling him you're not interested?

Well, you definitely were a little oblivious, even in Hyuka's opinion. You both were rather air-headed, so he couldn't blame you for the trait he himself possessed.

If not for you absent-mindedness, would you get to experience the fun of running as fast as you could to not get late to class since someone forgot to turn on their alarm or mixed the time, or doing the homework 5 minutes before the start of the class because someone was too busy dreaming in class to listen to the teacher?

You definitely would miss many hilarious and ridiculous moments if you both, or at least one out of you, were, or was, a bit more collected. In the end of the day, this is also something that drew you closer.

Hyuka now was in a quite difficult situation, not knowing whether he should cry or laugh at your obliviousness.

As the optimist he was, Huening tried his best to not lose hope and to do something useful instead. Since you were so clueless to gifts, Hyuka, gathering all his courage, decided to actually tell you about his feelings.

The next day, Kai dressed up and prepared some flowers specially for you. You both agreed to meet up at your usual spot. As Hyuka was wiping his sweaty hands with a handkerchief for the millionth time since his arrival, he finally saw you approaching.

Walking closer, you noticed the flowers, but the thought that these were for you never even crossed your mind. What a truly clueless creature you were...

Once you got close enough, Kai got up from the bench, stuffing the wet handkerchief in one of the pockets.

"Hi, Y/N...", his usually cheerful voice now sounded a bit quieter, carrying a certain amount of nervousness.

"Hii, Kai!!", you greeted back, happy to see him. But then something finally clicked in your head, making you realize the presence of the flowers and nervousness that was hanging in the air.

Your smile dropped, a hint of worry visible on your face. "Hey, Hyuka, did something happen? Did you have a bad date? Why do you look so out of the ordinary??"

Your sudden outburst of questions made the poor guy raise an eyebrow. "Sorry, what?" Kai looked so confused.

"Well, you've got these flowers and you look a bit upset, I thought maybe you had a date with someone (why wouldn't you tell me, though?) that didn't end well..."

"What!? Oh my, how could you even think of that," your explanation made Hyuka burst into uncontrollable laughter. "I wanted to confess to you, you silly clueless thing."

"What??" Now it was your turn to ask the question, your lips immediately parting in surprise. "Oh, as in..."

"As in I love you, silly."

It took you a good minute to process this new information; after realizing your mistake, you couldn't help but let out a giggle as well. "I actually love you, too. But how have I never noticed you feel the same way..."

"How have you noticed anything at all, that is the question", Kai chuckled, finally gifting you the flowers you initially thought were from a failed date.

[spicybleach]

Too Sweet: Melissa Schemmenti x Kassandra (me)

Prompt: Based off the song Too Sweet by Hozier (This song has me in a chokehold and reminds me of Melissa ❤️) Kassandra wasn’t an early bird, I know why become a teacher since they wake up at the ass crack of dawn. She loved working with kids, especially back in the Bronx where she lived in poverty until college. Her being the honorary big sister to all the neighborhood kids, she found her passion.

Translation of a couple words:

My love/darling: habibi حبيبي (Arabic)

My little sunflower: il mio piccolo girasole (Italian)

Warnings: Fluff,Alcohol consumption.

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Philly was a mini Bronx to Kassandra and she felt right at home. She was looking forward to her new neighborhood and teaching second grade this year. Kassandra just finished her degree to be a teacher at Abbot Elementary. When picking what school she was going to be at, her fellow classmates warned her about the questionable school and a certain someone Melissa Schemmenti. According to the others, Melissa was mean, a bully even to any new teacher that walked into the place. Nobody lasted there, ever, well except Janine. The young teacher wasn’t phased by that at all. She decided so was going to move to Philly and be the best damn teacher ever.

Weeks before the kiddos were set to be back in the classroom all buzzing with excitement from their summer break, telling their friends, teachers and anyone who would listen to what shenanigans they got into in the summer. There was rumors a foot going around about a new teacher at Abbot. Ava, the principal sent a group text to the group chat she has with her teacher friends. Ava would use the word friend loosely, Janine being her biggest annoyance thus far.

Anyways, Kassandra arrived at the school to start setting up her classroom. With papers falling out of a box, dropping a couple pens and highlighters on the front step. Kassandra groans turning around to pick everything up, ‘ Please let this go smoothly’ she thought to herself. Suddenly this bright eyed, enthusiastic man grabs the door for you.

“ Oops I’m sorry, let me help you.” The man smiled. Kassandra smiles back, “Thank you.” She heads into the door and stopping in her tracks. Woah, she quietly says to herself but the man behind her still hears her.

“ I know. Amazing isn’t it?. OH!” The man exclaims, “I’m Jacob by the way and you?” He reaches his hand out to shake yours.

“Kassandra.” She said with a smile.

“ Oh my god? You’re the new teacher?!.” Jacob says jumping a little.

“Yes that is me, can you tell?” Kassandra said shyly.

“ Yeah but it’s okay the crew and I will help you with anything you need. Come on, let’s go to the break room!” Jacob grabs her arm guiding her to the noisy room where everyone is at.

“ Guys!” Jacob slams through the door.

“ Oh hello Jacob good to see you hun!.” A much older black teacher turns from the table.

“ Everyone this is our new teacher Kassandra.” Jacob excitedly says and she walks from behind him still struggling to carry all this stuff.

“ Hi everyone it’s nice to meet you.” Kassandra said from behind her box.

“ Oh dear, here put your stuff down. Don’t wanna hurt yourself. I’m Mrs Howard but you can call me Barbra.” The older teacher helps her put your things on the table so she won’t drop any more items.

“ Nice to meet you Barb.” Kassandra smiled and let out a sigh of relief from all that weight.

Two more teachers walk in along with principal Ava.

“ Gregory! Janine! Ava! This is our new teacher Kassandra.” Jacob said enthusiastically as they walked into the room.

“ Nice to meet you.” Gregory and Janine said in unison.

Janine loves to talk and well that’s what she did asking you questions about Kassandra’s life, school ect. Everyone sat and listened to her tell a few stories about her upbringing, school life you name it. Finally, Melissa walks in, “Melissa! There you are sweetheart. Come meet our newest teacher yes?.” Barbra stands from the table greeting the fiery redhead with a hug. Kassandra turns around to face Melissa. Melissa gets a wif of her sweet perfume as she swings her hair around. For a split second, Melissa felt like she was in an episode of the twilight zone. Time stood still, My god, she’s beautiful. Barb nudges her friend in the arm knocking her from her thoughts. “ Come on don’t be rude, say hi.” Barb said with a smile gesturing her friend towards Kassandra. The beautiful young black woman stood before her, also being the same height as Melissa herself but Mel being a little taller especially in heels.

“Hi, I’m Kassandra, it’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard things about you.” She reached her hand out and the red head takes it. Melissa gives her a look, scanning her body fairly quickly to where no one but Barb notices.

“Hi, I’m Melissa. Good things I hope.” Melissa smirks taking a step back after they shook hands. What Melissa doesn’t see is her best friend Barb behind her smiling like she was offered a glass of the finest wine.

“Mmm, I’ll be the judge of that.” Kassandra smirks, licking her bottom lip ever so slightly. That draws Melissa’s attention to her lips, a piercing? She thought to herself, it was one of those labret piercings that goes up and down on her lip, ah a horizontal labret; nice.

“ Alright kid, let me show you to your room, it’s just right across the hall from mine.” Melissa says grabbing a heavy box of Kassandra’s things from the table. Kassandra follows gorgeous red head to her new classroom. Melissa wasn’t as mean as Kassandra thought. Kassandra started her tasks already knowing what she wants to do for her classroom.

Melissa tilted her head to the side a bit, “ Sunflowers?” The lovely red said picking up a sunflower decoration from the box.

Kassandra turns around from what she’s doing and flashes a smile, “Yeah, I love sunflowers. See.” The beautiful young teacher showed Melissa her right hand in her ring finger, a sunflower finger tattoo. Melissa lightly grabs the woman’s hand, “Cute.” Oh my god, I’m touching her hand, again. Schemmenti what has gotten into you, Melissa thought to herself.

“ Well, if you need anything I’ll just be in the room across the hall.” Melissa said still holding the younger woman’s hand.

“ Oh I’ll definitely hold that against you, anytime.” Kassandra blushes, turning her face a little so Mel doesn’t see her face. And with that Melissa left, her perfume overtook Kassandra’s nostrils, hammering the scent in her brain; it was intoxicating but in a good way.

Melissa found her way back to the break room where her best friend Barb is. Barb looks up from what she was doing at the table, “mmm.” was all the woman said. Melissa rolled her eyes taking a seat next to her, “ What Barb?.” The red head folded her arms across her chest.

“Oh nothing.” Barb paused for a second, “ You just looked like you were a deer caught in headlights right about now, wanna talk about it?.” Barb gently placed her hand on top of her friends.

“No, thank you. I’m good.” Melissa said nonchalantly but deep down she DOES want to talk about it because what is happening to her? Is this some type of sick prank being pulled or what?. The red head let out the biggest sigh. Barb hits her arm lightly, “ Oh come on dear I know you wanna talk.” Melissa grunts, “Fine.” She gets up from her seat.

“ You know me Barb right.” Melissa said running her hands through her long red locs.

“ Melissa, sweetheart you are scaring me. I’ve never seen you like this except for well if the eagles lost a game and game season is over so what is this about?. “ Barb said frowning going up to her friend holding her hands in hers.

“ Barb I-I don’t know. It’s her.” Melissa said almost a whisper on the last part. Finally Barb clicked two and two together.

“ Sweetheart, I seen the way you looked at her earlier and I only know that look because I get like that with my Gerald.” Barb said with a smile, Melissa’s expression softens.

“ For a moment, it’s like I wasn’t even here you know? I just couldn’t breathe and- and I get this weird pit in my stomach everytime I looked at her.” Melissa said in a panic, Barb pulled her friend into a hug.

“ Look, you might just have a crush on her like you did with that fireman.” Barb shrugs her shoulders, “ Or- maybe you could be developing feelings yes?.” Melissa looked at her friend, “ What? No?. I don’t have a crush Barb you’re reading too much into just one interaction we had.” Barb sighed, shaking her finger at her. “No Melissa, I know what I saw. I’ve known you for how long? You think I can’t read you?” Barb chuckles a bit, “ This isn’t the hard to get Melissa Schemmenti, I don’t know what it is yet but I know you have the biggest heart of any of the people I’ve ever met. Why not have a conversation with her and see where it goes hmm?.” Melissa gives Barb a glare, one that kills. Maybe Barb is right. She does have a crush and boy does Melissa and Barb know it. Unbeknownst to the duo, Mr Johnson and Ava creep outside the hallway getting front row seats to this budding romance.

“ I got 500 that Melissa and Kassandra get together.” Ava whispers, “Deal.” Mr Johnson said quietly and returning to whatever shenanigans he was up too. Nothing gets past Ava in her school.

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1 year later and a short flashback:

Melissa became very fond of the young black woman. They have a few things in common like drinking wine, the love of Italian food (especially Melissa’s Italian food when Mel would bring leftovers to work with her reserved especially for her il mio piccolo girasole. That was Melissa’s nickname for Kass, her little sunflower; she brightens up Mel’s day with her radiant smile, her gorgeous brown eyes Mel takes glances of when Kass isn’t looking. Also her nickname in Mel’s phone. Recently Kass called Mel, Habibi meaning my love/darling in Arabic. It took Mel by surprise but nonetheless she loved the cute pet name. Melissa should thank Janine for inviting Kass out for drinks one night with the crew because it made them closer, everyone knows Mel is too prideful to even do so.

On a Saturday night, Melissa invited the young woman over for some homemade lasagna and a good wine to pair the dish with along with a tiramisu for dessert. Melissa has planned this day for weeks, changing the menu a million times to what she thinks Kassandra would like, down to what outfit she was going to wear. Like Melissa told Kass, this isn’t a date it’s just dinner between two friends. Kassandra arrived in a short black dress that hugged her curves in the right places, paired with a black red bottom heel, her dark locs in messy boho braids, her perfume sweet. A bottle of wine tucked under her arm as she fumbled with her purse to get her phone out letting Melissa know she’s here.

The front door swings open revealing a well dressed Melissa. Her signature leather pants tight, a green tank top, that fucking leather jacket, her hair cascading around her, her makeup is soft. Kassandra smelled a familiar scent that overtook her nose. Melissa flashes her famous smile that’d make anyone melt.

“Hey hon. Is that wine I see? You look great.” Melissa smirks her one arm propping her up against the door frame and the other on her hip.

“ Hey habibi. Yes, it’s something I think we’ll both enjoy. Thank you, you as well as always.” Kassandra smiled back handing her the bottle. Melissa steps aside to let her in, closing the door behind the woman.

“ Ha- what?.” Melissa said trying to pronounce the word in her thick Philly accent. Kassandra laughs at the red head trying to pronounce the word.

“ My love/ darling. You gave me a little nickname or whatever so you needed one. After all I’m your il mio piccolo girasole after all.” Kassandra smiled up at the red head. Melissa liked loved the nickname. Melissa sat the wine bottle on the counter, grabbing two wine glasses from the cabinet, pouring two glasses for the both of them. Kassandra took a sip of wine from the glass, a little spilled out of her mouth. Melissa watched the bead of wine drip from her lips, running down her chin and landing on her busty chest. Melissa bit her lip, she knows it’s not the wine since they just opened the bottle.

“ Oops.” Kassandra wiped the bead of wine off her chest. Melissa watching her closely, the way her breast jiggled when she touched them briefly.

“So.” Melissa pauses swirling her finger around the rim of her glass, “ Hungry? I made lasagna and for dessert tiramisu.”

Kassandra’s eyes lit up knowing Melissa knows how much she enjoys her, her food.

“ I could eat.” Kassandra smirks against the glass in her mouth.

Melissa guides her to the dining room where the table is set and the only light in the room is candles. A singular sunflower sits on top of a plate on the table. Melissa takes the glass from Kassandra setting it by the plate with a sunflower.

“ Schemmenti, I thought this wasn’t a date?.” Kassandra said with a raised brow turning to the red head beside her.

“ Hon it’s not. Can’t a friend just give a friend a flower that reminds her of? Come sit I’ll get you a plate of that lasagna. Save room for dessert too.” Melissa gestures to the chair she pulled out for her. Kassandra walks over taking a sit in the chair. Melissa watched as her curves swayed when she walked. Melissa disappeared to the kitchen but not before she stole glances of the beautiful black woman sitting at her table. God she wishes SHE was the dessert for the night. Admiring the sunflower in her hand, Kassandra bring it up to her nose inhaling it’s scent. Melissa reappears with the plates of lasagna.

The conversation flows smoothly between the two women. The Italian music; loud, the laughter; even louder, Melissa’s feelings; electric. “ I’m gonna clean this up real quick and we can get to dessert.” Melissa stands from her chair taking all plates and glasses to the kitchen. Kassandra followed in toe. Melissa places the dishes in the sink.

“ I think I’m ready for dessert. Dinner was delicious.” Kassandra said leaning against the island. Melissa turns from the sink shooting the woman a smile.

“ I’m glad you liked it. Now,.” Melissa smiled, clapping her hands together, “ Let’s get you some of that dessert.” Melissa heads to the fridge bringing out a glass dish of the tiramisu, grabbing two forks as she heads over to the woman at the counter. Melissa hands Kassandra a fork , instantly digging in. “Well?” Melissa said with a raised brow waiting for an answer.

“ Oh my god.” Kassandra said with a mouthful, “ This is incredible habibi.” Melissa smiles taking a bite too. She watched the way the fork hit the young woman’s lips. Her red lipstick sticking to the fork, the way Kassandra’s tongue slide on and around it sent shivers down Mel’s spine. Oh god how pretty she’d look bent over the counter screaming my name, Melissa thought to herself. She’d never take advantage of her friend like that especially since they gone through 3 bottles of wine. “ I’m glad you like it hon.” Just then Melissa noticed a bit of whipped cream on her bottom lip. “ What?” Kassandra caught Mel staring a hole into her. “ Let me get that for you hon.” Melissa points to her lip. Stepping closer to her, their bodies now touching. Melissa takes her thumb wiping away the cream off her lip. Kassandra takes Mel’s hand licking off the whipped cream from her thumb. Melissa rests her hand on her face, it’s warm and soft to the touch. For a moment the world stopped for them both. Looking into each other’s eyes.

“ Thank you Mel.” Kassandra said softly leaning into the older woman’s hand more.

“ You’re welcome.” Melissa rubs her cheek with her thumb. Kassandra blushes hard. It was so quiet in fact, too quiet to where Melissa heard the woman’s heart beating from her touch. Melissa was close enough to kiss her but doesn’t because she respects her too much to do anything with them not being sober.

“ I’m getting sleepy habibi, I think I’m in a food coma.” Kassandra said pulling Melissa closer as if they aren’t close enough, laying her head on the redheads chest listening to her faint heartbeat. Melissa wraps her arms around the young woman. Her hands playing with her boho braids.

“ I’m glad you enjoyed the food il mio piccolo girasole. You aren’t driving home tonight. Come on let’s get you to bed hm?.” Melissa said caressing Kassandra’s face light with her hand, kissing the top of her head. And up the stairs they go, Melissa’s room is just as expected; warm like her hugs, beautiful and bright like her smile. Kassandra takes her dress off, leaving only her matching bra and thong. Melissa looks on, admiring the way her thong just hugs her curves, her bra concealing those soft plumped breasts. Melissa doing the same, going over to her closet looking for a t shirt.

“ Here.” Melissa said, throwing Kassandra a shirt and grabbing another for herself. Melissa turns around already in her shirt, Kassandra is on the other side of the bed struggling to put hers on. Melissa chuckles to herself, “ Hon, let me help you.” She walks over to the tipsy young woman. Her bra still being on, Melissa reaches around her and un clasps it, Kassandra’s breasts falling.

“ Why? I think I got it. Almost.” Kassandra whines still not being able to put the shirt on. Melissa pops her head through the top of the shirt, helping her slip her arms in the holes.

“ There we go. Now you’ve got it. You were struggling hon. You’re welcome. So um, you can sleep here and I’ll just take the couch okay? Goodnight.” Melissa said helping her on the bed. As she was walking away she felt a hand grab her arm.

“ No..” Kassandra choked out, “ Please sleep with me? Please.” Melissa looks at her beautiful brown eyes, damn it those beautiful eyes of hers. “ Yeah, of course.” A smile is painted around the young one’s face. Melissa gets in bed beside her, pulling the covers to let her in. Kassandra gets in, lying on Melissa’s chest with an arm draped over her stomach. Melissa pulls her a bit closer, Kassandra now lying on top of Mel.

“Habibi?” Kassandra spoke softly. That nickname just gets Melissa everytime.

“ Yes, il mio piccolo girasole?” Melissa smiles, caressing her face with one of her hands.

“ I had so much fun tonight, thank you for inviting me over. I love you.” Kassandra kisses Mel’s neck lightly, settling into her as she slowly drifts off to sleep.

“ I love you too.” Melissa kisses her forehead, playing with her hair as they both drift off to sleep.

This was one of many encounters the two unknown lovers had that would lead to their relationship and maybe even a marriage in the future.

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HI GUYS! So I decided I’m gonna do this in parts because I’m just too excited about this. FEEDBACK IS MUCH APPRECIATED ❤️❤️❤️ part two is below: ⬇️ ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

[missmaywemeetagain]

Dear Miss Madisyn,

What makes Elementary superior to the Cumberbatch Sherlock for you?

a fellow television enthusiast...

norah

PS X-Files was my first grown up appointment TV show....

My Darlin' Dearest Norah,

I want to preface this by saying I do like BBC Sherlock because I know there are some pretty intense camps out there on both sides and I don't want anyone coming for me lol. I definitely think there is room for both in the canon. I will also say it has been quite a while since I watched the BBC version, so make of that what you will...

However, I prefer Elementary for a few reasons:

One, while I think the highly stylistic "movie" sort of quality to the BBC version is interesting, it gives Sherlock this sort of superhero-esque quality that makes him so "other" it's hard to relate to him in any way. Like I think he's cool in an objective way, but I don't really like him much or find him very redeemable. And the attitude around him is kind of like, "Well, that's just Sherlock! He's just a brilliant asshole!" and it just...stays that way.

(Now don't get me wrong, I love all the actors in both versions for a multitude of different reasons! But the writing lends itself to highly different interpretations from an actor's perspective.)

I prefer the realism of Elementary more. I absolutely love the characterization of both Sherlock and Joan. They feel like dynamic, flawed but redeemable characters who are fleshed out in most every way. They learn and grow and change in crucial ways throughout the series. Sherlock's behavior and neurodivergency are explained but not used as cop-outs or excuses for his not-so-nice treatment of people. He faces very real consequences in his relationships because of it and because of his drug addiction, but the key difference is that he figures out he wants to do better, especially for the people he comes to care deeply for. He tries, in his weird Sherlock way, to connect, because he starts to realize that yes, he is brilliant, but his actions affect others, and that being totally alone is not all it's cracked up to be. And Joan is very much her own person who struggles with her own issues and relationships with people and with the direction she wants her life to go. She (unwillingly at first) learns these new things about how to look at the world and how to help people in a different way, and she doesn't take a backseat to Sherlock. After the first season, she becomes a true partner to him, not a sidekick, and I really appreciate that.

Part of it is there is just more time over 7 traditional seasons to explore character arc, versus the wonky "we put seasons out whenever it works for us" way of BBC. The nuances are much more developed over time in a more natural way for Elementary.

Not to mention that the gender-bending in Elementary is just *chef's kiss*. They did it so well, you'd hardly know it was any other way!

Back to character, I just think Johnny Lee Miller knocked that role completely out of the park. He was absolutely stunning in playing those subtle changes and emotional moments and showing Sherlock's growth over time. He was multi-dimensional and it made his growth heartbreaking and lovely. He should've won a million Emmy's for that performance. And honestly, as much as I like Benedict (and I do), I truly think Johnny is the better actor overall (side note--if you ever get a chance, watch both versions of the Frankenstein production that they did together for the National Theatre in London, where they switch roles, both playing the monster and Dr. F for different performances. It's brilliant! But I do think Johnny is much better as the monster. 😊) And Lucy Liu is just a badass and I love her, too, and the chemistry between them is just awesome. They play those comic moments so well, too.

And I'm not gonna lie, I'm 100% a Sherlock x Joan shipper, and the writing in Elementary was fantastic in this way, because it left it open enough for the audience to decide for themselves what kind of love we were dealing with there. But the shippy moments were soooo good, imo. You named a bee after me? We're just two people who love each other... Come ON. Beautiful. Fabulous. Fantastic. And the ending? I wept.

I also think Elementary dealt with the addiction piece much much much better. The realism of going to AA, dealing with the fallout of relationships, relapses, the ongoing challenge of always being an addict was just so much more poignant without being a crutch. Similar thoughts about how the neurodivergency and PTSD were handled.

Anyway, I could probably go on, but this is long enough already! TL;DR: I just think Elementary is better in all the ways: writing, acting, arcs, relationships...LOL

Thanks for the ask, my dearest!!

[crowmance]

dear a younger me

*assuming younger is like 12 right before my egg cracked

hi! I know i probably look a little different than you thought! didn't expect a girl in a dress, did you?

I know school is hard right now. Your best friend, who you've known as long as you can remember, just left for a different school, and you don't know how to be social without him, or even if you'll ever see him again (don't worry, you will!). You're stuck in an unfamiliar place, pulled out of your small neighborhood elementary school and stuck in a massive middle school with a class of hundreds, when you were used to a class of 30. You're being placed into phys ed classes for the first time in your life, and becoming more aware of your body, and the bodies of the people around you. The societal expectations of being a pre-teen boy, suddenly robbed of the person you considered your shield, and who dragged you through school with him, and who taught you that maybe it was ok to not be normal for the first time, are crushing. (he went to a different school for the last 2 years? my memory is spotty im not sure, of elementary school)

You're looking around at the others in your class, the other boys you want so desperately to fit in with. But no matter how hard you push yourself, everything just seems... off, especially when it comes to the gym classes you were forced into, where you watch the other boys change into their workout clothes. You're a "gifted" student, placed suddenly in a massive public middle school, and you've just learned what gifted means to the public school system and applied for a school especially for gifted students, so surely that's all. Until, finally, at the end of your first quarter in that school, you manage to transfer to the magnet school, where you finally are able to go to school with him again - and are put back into an environment where you can actually feel safe again. But still, even having retreated behind the friends you had and the new friends you're making, and back in a small, tight knit environment that can cater to your "giftedness" (or your ADHD, as you'd come to know), something still feels off, and still nags at you every day of your life. All things may come and go, and some of the people you meet will become fixtures or more than that even all these years later.

A little while after finally transferring to the school, you'll start talking with some others more on the periphery of your friend group, and you'll learn about Dragon, a non-binary person in your grade. They'll be your first exposure to the idea of changing the body you're in to be something else, and, after quite a lot more struggling than I can fit in a letter, you'll come to realize why you could never seem to be comfortable ever since you learned what the difference between a boy and a girl was according to the traditional society you were raised in. Surprise, you aren't a young boy, but rather a beautiful young woman, trapped behind societal expectations. And once you realize that, you'll finally be able to feel, perhaps not at peace, but on the road there. It'll be a while until you can finally start exploring who you really are, but having that seed of truth within you gives you the confidence to start seeking her out.

Of course, like many of the best things in life, this won't come easily. You'll have to face your parents lack of support, and having no healthy way to navigate your rapidly declining mental health, since you don't have health insurance - not that you even know what that is at this point in your life. You'll face your own deep set homophobia from your elementary school days, since you didn't know what a gay or a queer person was except when it was used to bully others - and yourself - by your peers. You'll have to navigate the hell of going through a puberty you don't want, and watching your body become something you'll learn to hate, without having any way around it.

Eventually you'll move into high school, and there you'll finally be granted the freedom and the safety to start to truly exploring yourself. Oh, there will be setbacks, and it'll be absolutely terrifying, but that seed of truth within yourself will finally be able to start to grow. The first day you wear a skirt to school is absolutely horrifying - what will everyone think? - but eventually you start throwing together outfits you like, and building confidence in yourself. You'll even get the occasional compliment on your outfit from people you went to middle school with, and break down crying from joy at it more than once. Oh, and not to mention the first time you use a women's restroom instead of a men's, the absolute terror of making someone uncomfortable in a space like that, which was actually not an issue after wrangling with it for years on end. Your parents will show flickers of support, and your mom will even take you to get some of your first feminine clothes, but they'll never truly catch on. There's plenty of fights and fear, and you'll not be able to start hormones until you turn 18, and the wait is crippling, but you'll get there. Strong, beautiful Iris, through hell and back, you'll get there.

Of course we have our own struggles to this day. I'm only just now learning to cope with the trauma I realized I felt through all of that, and the distance it's created with mom and dad, and oh, we have our fair share of medical issues. But you have so many new friends, who you've learned to love so deeply, and even a partner - or two. You get to help other trans people through their own journeys, and seeing the joy on their faces makes it all worth it sometimes. Some days it feels hopeless, but I remember how much you went through for me to be able to be free today. And what a beautiful freedom it truly is.

Remember how strong and beautiful you are,

Iris

[otakween]

Digimon Tamers - Episode 1

Dear God...the vibes are immaculate. THIS WAS SO GOOD! So cinematic! So atmospheric! What a fabulous pilot episode. I'm definitely hooked. I'm trying not to overhype this show because the internet has sung its praises to the high heavens and I don't want to be let down. Let's take it one episode at a time and see how it goes :) (so far, so good).

Notes:

-So many thoughts, so many questions. Firstly, I'm getting the vibe that this is a parallel universe to the worlds of Digimon Adventure and Digimon Adventure 02. In those worlds digimon weren't a fictional concept (as far as I know) before they became real. In this world Takato knows digimon from video games and TCG before he meets one in person. Also. the world isn't aware that digimon are real, so this wouldn't be in the 02 world post-epilogue.

-A very small cast in this one! Only 3 kids (so far). I think this could be a very good thing. Tighter writing and more developed characters. These kids have barely said anything but they already feel more 3 dimensional than the 02 kids lol. Also, their designs are a lot more subdued which I think helps with the realistic feel.

-Culumon was...a little annoying, but cute at the same time. I love his retractable ears and that he asks a zillion questions like a toddler. Just wish he didn't say "culu" ever 2 seconds lol. He looks like a magical girl companion.

-We're still in Tokyo, Shinjuku this time around. Will we ever get a Digimon MC who's a country bumpkin? That could be fun.

-The gamer in me shudders at all of the new digimon that are about to be introduced. Good thing I'm not a "raise them all" kind of completionist.

-Digimon TCG anime debut! When they were like "Option card!" I was like "omg! I know that! I know the rules!" I wonder if the TCG will show up again or if they just used it to kickstart the plot?

-Takato's school DOESN'T have uniforms!? What kind of anime school is this!? (No seriously, I thought that was more of a rural school thing).

-I can relate to Takato designing his own digimon during class. I totally did that in elementary school too (with Pokemon as my inspo tho)

-I'm not in love with the new digivice design (a little bulky), but I like that it has a keychain strap. How practical!

-I'm not sure where Takato is getting the "tamers" vocab from. I don't think that would be referenced too much in the TCG, so he must be getting it from the video games.

-Love that Takato lives above his family's bakery. Give me ALL the anime food!

-I just googled this, but apparently the "guil" in "Guilmon" comes from "guilty." Didn't see that coming. I thought it might be Gila monster lol. Of course we get another stinkin' dinosaur-like digimon for the MC. Oh well. I guess that's what the little boys like. He's kinda cute, I suppose

-I don't know the main girl's name yet, but damn, what a badass! I feel like we haven't gotten this kind of female character yet. Closest would be maybe Hikari in her edgier moments, but she's more on the sweet side. I know that the furries like her partner digimon lol (Renamon, I believe?) To be honest, I'm not sold on her design yet. I think it's a little weird looking. Maybe she'll grow on me.

-When Guilmon's egg hatched I thought he died lol. I forgot that an egg cracked in half can be a good thing too.

-I was kind of giggling when they kept showing the scientists in their cyberpunk chairs and wearing VR headsets. Very 2000s sci-fi vibes (still looks cool, don't get me wrong). When they kept saying "wild one" I was just thinking "hey I heard you were a wild one oooooh~"

-When Jianliang's sister dropped Terriermon on his face I died lol. Why was that so funny? I'm so making a gif later...

-My guy (Takato) really saw a rat infested tunnel and just crawled right through it. I hope you have a good immune system because Jesus...

-The concept of Takato meeting a digimon and then immediately realizing "oh wait, a fire breathing dinosaur IRL is maybe not a good thing" was great. And of course they had to use it as a cliff hanger! I'm wondering if Guilmon will be able to speak or if he'll be more baby-like.

-Guilmon's existence raises many questions. I guess we technically already knew that people can create digimon, we've seen that happen. However, we haven't seen it happen so casually/easily. Does Takato have some sort of special power or can multiple people do this? Also, if Guilmon was born at child level, what happened to the previous 2 levels. Did Takato draw those in his notebook so they're just coded in there?

(My questions are all rhetorical...I shall wait for the show to answer them, so no spoilers please).

[the-byeah-bunch]

we’ve been having a bit of a rough go lately. we’ve hit another rock bottom and we’re struggling to even function. but, despite everything, we can’t help but think about the people in our life that make it worth sticking around for

our biggest supporter? our partner. gods we can’t even begin to say just how much she means to each and every one of us in the system. from the get go she has been nothing but supportive and caring and willing to learn. in all honesty we were learning together. she was the first person to know about us being a system in 2021, and that was after about a month of me trying to decide how to tell her. and that was after the person who brought this to our attention left our life. i honestly don’t think we would be where we are right now if not for her. i fear we would be alone in this fight. but we aren’t.

it did definitely take me awhile but with our partners help, we were able to slowly tell our friends. we were so goddamn nervous that we would tell them and they would see us as weird or insane and cut us off. but we were met with the exact opposite.

the first two friends we told (who sadly aren’t in the picture anymore) were so enthusiastic and willing to learn and they made us feel so valid. no matter what they were always asking questions and wanting to learn more about us and our illness. they made us feel so heard, despite neither of them knowing much about it.

the next two friends we told were the same. and to this day both of them are still wanting to know more. our one friend is always cracking jokes about us and never fails to make us laugh. he also makes sure he knows who’s fronting and their pronouns so he doesn’t misgender us. he is someone who has become so so special to all of us because he always goes above and beyond. hes always taking into consideration our health problems and is always wanting to help, no matter the time or place.

my other friend has been someone we’ve known since we were super small. we were friends all through elementary and high school and when she found out things just seemed to click for her. reasons why we did certain things, why we liked to go by certain names. hell, she was noticing the signs waaayyy before we did. but she is still one of our closest friends, despite everything. and she never ceases to surprise us with things she notices that we do that we aren’t even aware of.

our next friend is also someone who we hold so near and dear. he is the biggest sweetheart and he’s also always making sure he knows who’s fronting. he himself has had a rough go but it’s allowed for us to be able to bond over our trauma. knowing his struggles and his fears and experiences as allowed us to understand him on a deeper level and we continue to do so almost every time we are together. we always joke about how we could be siblings because we look alike. but we already see him as the brother we always wanted.

my long distance best friend was the next person we told. we were honestly so nervous to tell her but i’m so glad we did. she told us that she doesn’t see us any differently and still loves us for us. despite her being across the globe we continue to talk and call as if nothing had changed

the two friends we told in 2023 were definitely a lot easier to talk to. a lot happened between 2022 and 2023 which brought them a lot closer to us than we had been before and we finally just decided to say fuck it and tell them both. they were the first ones we told without needing the help of our partner. they were so open and chill about it. it honestly doesn’t feel like anything’s changed and we can’t help but sigh of relief. they are both so respectful and understanding and we feel like telling them only brought them closer.

the last friend we told was someone that clicked with us almost immediately. we liked all the same things, got along so well that there wasn’t an awkward phase. we didn’t think too much about it in the beginning but when they told us that they told their mom we were their best friend, we had a moment to realize just how special they are to us. no matter the amount of time that passes, we can always go back to exactly where we left off last time we saw eachother. when we told them, they simply said they loved us and that they were proud of us for sharing and even though it doesn’t seem like the best answer, we couldn’t have asked for anything else. if anything, hearing that was a bit of a relief. just knowing they love us regardless was enough.

i know this isn’t something a lot of systems have. in fact when i first was told by another system that they believed we were as well, they told us to be careful who we told because they had lost a lot of people after telling them. and that scared the absolute shit out of us. so much that when they left my life, i truly felt alone in the world. the two people who actually understood what we were going through were suddenly gone and we didn’t know what to do.

but now, we couldn’t be more grateful for the people we found after. because they are so much more than we could’ve ever asked for. for the first time in our life, we finally feel accepted and loved for us and nothing but. we know that we are heard and we know that we are seen. we know that there are people out there who care.

for any singlets out there wondering how to help your system friends - ask questions! let them know you want to learn about them! learn the terminology! educate yourselves on the right and wrong information. and remind them how valid they are. remind them that they are heard and seen and that their suffering isn’t going unnoticed. remind them that they are loved and cherished for everything they are and everything they will be. remind them that their trauma does not define them. remind them that their best is enough. tell them that if their best is all they can do, that’s good enough. it may not seem like much to you, but i can guarantee it will mean so so much more to them than you know.

[letthestorieslive]

Gifset for Elementary, my dear Sheriff by @thotpuppy

Rating : T Chapters : 1/1 Word Count : 10 537 Relationships : Sheriff Stilinski & Stiles Stilinksi, Sheriff Stilinski/Coach Finstock Relevant Tags : Fluff, Tooth Rooting Fluff, Discussions of Sex, Comedy, Crack Treated Seriously

“So,” Stiles greets from the couch where he’s been sitting in almost total darkness. There’s a light on in the kitchen but it only just reaches the living room. The sheriff startles, and while he doesn’t automatically reach for his gun, Stiles knows he maybe wasn’t that far off. “How was the conference?” - - - - -  Sheriff Stilinski has been acting awfully suspiciously lately. Stiles takes it upon himself to snoop around and try to figure out why. A 5+1 style fic where Stiles sleuths out the truth of his father’s budding relationship with his Coach.

Read on ao3 or go to @thotpuppy blog

Art for Elementary, my dear Sheriff, for the @teenwolfminibang

[willowthegraycat]

Phineas and Ferb in Alphabetical Order PART 1

A hard day’s night A phineas and ferb family christmas A real boy Across the 2nd Dimension Act your age Agent Doof Ain’t no kiddie ride Are you my mummy? Ask a foolish question At the car wash Atlantis Attack of the 50-foot sister Backyard aquarium Backyard hodge podge Bad hair day Bee day and bee story Blackout! Bowl-r-ama drama Boyfriend from 27,000 B.C. Brain drain Bubble boys Buford Confidential Bullseye! Bully bromance breakup Bully bust Candace Against the Universe Candace disconnected Candace gets busted Candace loses her head Candace’s big day Canderemy Cheer up Candace Cheers for fears Chez platypus Comet Kermilian Crack the whip Cranius Maximus Day of the living gelatin! De plane! De plane! Der kinderlumper Destiny of Delivery Does this duckbill make me look fat? Don’t even blink Doof 101 Doof dynasty Doofapus Druselsteinoween Dude, we’re getting the band back together! Elementary, my dear Stacy Escape from Phineas Tower Excaliferb Father’s day Fear your fear Ferb TV Ferb latin Finding Mary McGuffin Fireside girl jamboree Flop starz Fly on the wall For your ice only Gaming the system Get that bigfoot outa my face! Gi-Ants Got game? Great balls of water Greece Lightning Hail Doofania! Happy birthday, Isabella Happy new year! Hide and seek Hip Hip Parade I scream, you scream I was a middle aged robot I, Brobot Imperfect storm Interview with a platypus Invasion of the Ferb snatchers Isabella and the temple of sap It’s a mud, mud, mud, mud world It’s about time! It’s no picnic Jerk de soleil Journey to the Center of Candace Just desserts Just our luck Just passing through Knot my problem La Candace-Cabra Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Max Modem! Last day of summer Last train to bustville Lawn gnome beach party of terror Leave the busting to us! Let’s bounce Let’s take a quiz Lights, Candace, Action! Live and let drive Lost in danville Lotsa Latkes Love at first byte Magic Carpet ride Make play Mandace Meapless in Seattle Meatloaf surprise Mind share Minor Monogram

[fancypersonvoid]

Dr. Watson's Song

by Peter S. Beagle

" I never get your measure, Watson...''

''You see, but you do not observe, Watson...''

''You know my methods, Watson - apply them...''

''The fair sex is your department, Watson...''

''The game is afoot, Watson!"

''Elementary, my dear Watson...''

''Elementary... elementary...''

I know he's a ruddy genius,

I know he's a mastermind,

I know it's an honor to be his pawn,

his chronicler, his sidekick,

his comrade, his companion,

whenever he bothers to tell me what on earth is going on.

Keeps playing that ruddy fiddle,

keeps shooting holes in the wall,

knows where I've been and what I've done with whom.

Drives Mrs. Hudson crazy,

broods about Irene Adler,

and goes on about Moriarty till the ruddy crack of doom.

''I never get your measure, Watson...''

''You see, but you do not observe, Watson...''

''You know my methods, Watson - apply them...''

''The fair sex is your department, Watson...''

'' The game is afoot, Watson!"

''Elementary, my dear Watson...''

''Elementary... elementary...''

Stinks the place up with chemicals,

shoots himself up with cocaine.

Turns his bedroom into a ruddy lab.

He tells me what I'm thinking,

lectures me about Wagner,

wakes me up in the middle of the night to catch a hansom cab.

''I never get your measure, Watson...''

''You see, but you do not observe, Watson...''

''You know my methods, Watson - apply them...''

''The fair sex is your department, Watson...''

''The game is afoot, Watson!"

''Elementary, my dear Watson...''

''Elementary... elementary...''

I know he needs me to show off for,

I know he needs to amaze.

He needs ''By Jove Holmes!" - he needs glory,

he needs me to write the story,

and good lord, does he need praise!

I even think he rather loves me,

though the words will never come -

but sometimes the legend's a bit of a pain in my weary old British bum.

And for all the gifts and wonders,

sometimes I'm sorry for him.

The best and wisest man I've ever known.

There's no one that does what he does,

nobody he can talk to -

He's Sherlock Holmes,

he's the master,

he's Sherlock Holmes,

and he's all alone.

[thatscottster24]

I'd like to address something, it's not gonna do shit, but if any of my teachers have Tumblr maybe it will

Dear Teachers at my school,

Just because when you have to lecture me about stuff, I sound like I'm 5, DOES NOT mean I'm attempting to throw an elementary school level tantrum. My squeaking and cracking voice and the 'whining' you all hear is me trying to fucking talk to you without panicking or shutting the fuck down.

You all saying that I'm acting like a small child and telling me to grow up and say it 'like an adult' makes it worse.

[nicoleanell]

DEAR FESTIVIDDER,

Welcome and thank you in advance!! As I say every year (or every-other-year when I partcipate) these are just some thoughts, but feel free to focus on different characters/storylines/etc. I'm excited to see anything you're inspired to make from the sources below!

I also tagged all the fandoms so you can see how often I reblog stuff about them, consider it a vidding vision board. :D

If you're checking out any of these sources for the first time, content warning for some blood/gore in Renfield (played for comedy) and blood, jumpscares, animal death in Midnight Mass.

Film (Safety)

Renfield (2023) - Listen. Cinema peaked when Robert Montague Renfield decorated his little apartment in bright '70s colors and kitty cat bedsheets to Lizzo, and then peaked a second time when Ben Schwartz snorted a centipede. This movie is bloody camp nonsense but somehow also an earnest abuse recovery/revenge fantasy, and it gave me Emotions and a crush on Nicholas Hoult. His giant sad eyes and self-empowerment arc mean the world to me.

Television

Abbott Elementary - Wholesome sitcom in the vein of Parks & Rec following teachers in a Philadelphia elementary school (as a child of two public school teachers it hits close to my heart). I'd kinda like to see an Ava vid, she's so entertainingly terrible but then has great moments of growth as well. Or one centered on Janine, Janine/Gregory, or just any kind of fun ensemble thing!

The Afterparty - Murder mystery comedy with the twist that each episode, a character gives their version of events in the style of different genre parodies. Honestly I'd be fine with just a season 1 vid because I liked it more than season 2. (With the exception of S2 giving me the Sapphic Wes Anderson Movie of my dreams.) S1 had just about a perfect ensemble (Yasper being a highlight) and great execution of the Rashomon-style premise.

The Bear - Drama/dramedy set in the chaotic back-of-house world of a Chicago restaurant. I love how real the environment, relationships, and characters of this show feel. I adore Ayo Edebiri so I'd especially like a vid centered on Sydney, her ambitions and anxiety and passion, but again anything that inspires you about the show would make me happy! I love everyone in this dysfunctional restaurant fam. I don't really ship Syd with Carmy so I'd prefer not an explicitly romancey vid.

Midnight Mass - There's a venn diagram between Catholic Trauma and Vampires that Mike Flanagan seemed to crack like nobody else ever has lol. After Hill House (which I got an incredible vid for a couple years ago) this is my favorite of his horror-drama miniseries, I really love the mood and themes it explores about faith/religion a source of both comfort and harm. Pretty much a "do whatever you want with this source" request!

Web Series/Internet Content

Dimension 20 - There's a lot of source here and even I haven't made it through all the older intrepid heroes campaigns yet (not to mention all the side quests). I've basically seen everything from A Court of Fey and Flowers onward. Favorites include Neverafter, A Crown of Candy, and I'm really enjoying the current Burrow's End series. But honestly if there's any season or mini-season or general vibe YOU especially love and would like to focus on, feel free to do so! And if you want to incorporate stuff like art, minis, fan sources, or just rely on the player dynamics, go for it. I love basically everybody but special shout-out to Lou Wilson.

Amaury Guichon (the chocolate guy) (Youtube/Tiktok/he also had a Netflix show) - Guichon is a French-Swiss pastry chef known for making elaborate, edible chocolate sculptures, and posting usually wordless montage videos of his process. I'm just kinda curious what a Chocolate Guy vid would look like! Watching his videos and the work that goes into each piece is so fascinating, and he has a really charming and pleasant vibe. Love the technical skill, the commitment to the bit, and the fact they often look like they taste good on top of it!

[cinqminuteavectoi]

When I tell people, I’m an art student, some of them start to see my life in colours. I have always thought, that was weird, since my days are as gray as theirs - within university walls. As I picked up my folio suitcase one day and walked in my studio, I saw my linen apron hanging by the side of the door. It was 4 in the afternoon and there was a glowing ray of sun lining right at the middle of its white fabric. I took a few baby steps towards the rack and noticed my white apron was no longer white - it was smudged all over with my paint. Old paint, new paint, paints that are cracking a little, streaks of different colours dripping down the pockets. I thought to myself, this must be what people meant? My life, in acrylic colours, literally? Or colours, what are they really? 

When we were little, they were wax crayons. When we were a little older, they were white tutus, pink ribbons, green football fields, red lockers. The colours in our lives aren’t just streaks and strikes of every millimetre in the spectrum, but we find them in our hearts and build a palette for ourselves. People become shades of colours, colours become shades of feelings. That elementary teacher we all loved dearly, is the red apple, sitting juicy on a wooden desk. That girl we all once admired with her hair flowing every time she walks, glides in pink through the school hallway. That feeling which throbs our heart when we meet that person’s eyes in a crowded room, overflows our chest with a wave of red, pixelated, flying popping hearts. Colours are the red shade of smudgy lipstick on the first date with our first boyfriend, Colours are the honey yellowed sunlights drenching our front yard. Colours are the occasional bouquet sitting by our window in the morning. Our lives are canvases of vibrant pigments, with every stage tinted in shades of everything dear and everything less. Ultimately, the meaning of colour is messy. On one level, there seems to be some universal experience of the electromagnetic spectrum on living things, where short and long waves cause different effects to our being on the most basic level. But on another it is highly personal. Colour doesn’t exist within a thing; it is the experience an outside agent has of the thing.

We live by the rhythm and tempo of colour changes indicating the passage of time and the cycle of the seasons. We wake up every morning to the deep blue sky before dawn gives way to a paler blue light that permeates mornings, followed by the more yellow hue of the afternoon and then the red light of the evening when the sun sets. These changes can be so gradual and steady that they are barely noticeable, but nonetheless they colour our awareness of the passing day. The air we breathe, the ground under our feet, the Sun, the Moon and the stars—all are vibrating their own particular colour essence that both sets them apart and unites them with us as one, in the essence of life itself. Even seasons highlight very different colours, with the fresh, brand new greens of spring darkening as summer progresses, then comes an inferno of orange, yellow and gold as autumn settles in only a few months later. Winter launches into an austere note, with few remaining vibrant colours, and sometimes a smattering of snow that eradicates the lingering green, reducing the outlook to a simple contrast between darkness and light. Colours give every object, be it animate or inanimate, an identity of its own, helping it to be distinguished from the rest. If nature is forced to re-envelope itself in black and white, how would one differentiate between the rising sun that radiates hope from the setting sun that calls for rest? How would a lady understand the feelings hidden in the depths of a young lad who had gifted her a rose in black and white? Should young ones then be forced to memorise the shades of black and the feelings they represent, a second time? 

Colours make the world, and colours make our lives. Amaranth pink is the colour of the five cent bubblegum you were always caught chewing in middle school. Thistle purple is the colour that sank beneath your skin when your bruises surfaced to tell stories of the experiences you adventured through as a young and fearless child. Cerise is the colour your heart beats when you look at someone in the middle of a conversation and truly internalise just how deeply you care for them. Tyrian is the colour of intimate anticipation, the hue that hangs in the air on first dates, the shade that lingers between desire and longing. Catalina blue is the colour that calmly bleeds into the night sky minutes before the twilight breaks. Alabaster ivory is the colour of the sugar your father would scoop into his bitter coffee right before he would pick you up in his arms to kiss you goodbye in the morning. Sable beige is the colour of the sand you pressed your feet into the first day you saw the Ocean. Maize yellow is the colour that floods into your apartment at 7am, blanketing every corner of your room in a new beginning. Those. Those are my colours. The colours that made my life. What are yours?

[oceangirl24]

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Alright! I know this means. XD Thanks, Joy.

💝 Are any of your OCs based off of people in your own life?

There is a character in Autumn in Philadelphia named DeAndre Brockman who is a tribute to several people. He is the best friend of Jon and Audrey's oldest daughter. Dre is based on my best friend from high school. He is not named after him though. Since my best friend shares a name with the lead character of Boy Meets World, I thought having two Cory's would be confusing. lol

DeAndre is named after a third grader I had who was a tough case to crack. The stuff that poor kid went through was unreal. Mom dropped him off in their new neighborhood with no key during a tornado watch to party in the city. Later he told me that my co-teacher and I were the only teachers who ever really cared about him. I often think of him and hope he's okay.

His nickname Dre is after my best friend's brother Ashondre who always went by Dre.

Brockman is a tribute to a former student and her mother who are very dear to me. We've stayed close after she graduated from elementary school. She will be a junior in high school and calls me Mom.

[gibblyxnoface]

Pt1. (The Villainess will prevail)

(Internal dialogue) My life is shit. By the age of 7 my mom died in a tragic car and truck accident. The doctors said it was because she had sustained to many injuries like broken bones, ligaments, cracked skull along with her eye knocked out of her skull and other internal injuries. But since that day my dad think otherwise that the accident was intentional. It was so traumatic to me as a child that my whole body was shaking from the anxiety and adrenaline, she was so unrecognizable and cold when I clung on to her deathbed at the hospital and cried to her hoping it was just a cruel joke and that she would wake up to comfort me and dad. Yet I never seen my father cry that hard that day as we cling on to each other. It broke my heart and my spirit and change my perspective on things. After that fateful day we both were pretty depressed for a very for years in elementary until high school I would start fights at school from people making fun or judging me let along look at me kids would say things what would make me see red “Nymeria mom died in an accident she had what was coming to her she’s nothing but a S L U T and now her dad is nothing but a widowed loser and a pathetic excuse of a dad” children like to twist up words therefore I correct what they say by making them not speak again which is how I had an infamous name at school “There is Nymeria the Mad dog” sometimes I would be called “Vixon” whenever I hear that name or anybody insulting my family I would beat them until my hands were bloody and would get suspended from school weeks at a time the teachers didn’t know what to do with me they would call me a delinquent and they would have parent conferences with my father which in his defense he would say that I was a good child at heart and that I was taught to always stick up for myself. My father on the other hand were gaining and losing jobs every month and on his off days he would drink away his sorrows and would be hungover the next day not able to show up to his job. Still affected by the lost of his beloved wife and my dear mother. Even when dad was struggling internally he would never like to show it as it was a sign of weakness in his eyes. He would still always be there for me as we work together through this trauma bond. In High-school things became a bit better for the both of us father father has a decent job but he never told me about what job it was and he wouldn’t say much but he would still support me in the best way he can, The only thing that is different is that every week he would make food and place it at mothers shrine as if she was still here and every month dad would still look at her photos in their family photo book. Me on the other hand love my mother but years have passed along with my grief and my slowly fading memories. Most of the few moments with my mother are all blurry except for the vivid memory of her in her deathbed. Currently, High-School is the same as always, boring. But I get the work done, not many people bothered me and a have a small group of friends that cares for me deeply. Knowing that they care make my heart feel light. Every once in awhile people would test my patience only for them to get beat up and me getting in trouble for it sometimes they would get payback and jump me. My delinquent side still hasn’t changed one bit since Elementary. I had a boyfriend at some point but I had to drop-kick his ass he only wanted me for my body and his attentiveness was short and never seemed to care about my presence or what I had to say so I kick his ass to the curve. I don’t have time for people who only want to waste my time. I won’t be doing relationships any time soon. One day I was Walking home from school and I received a phone call. It was a random unknown number me not thinking much I didn’t answer but then I would receive the same call from the same number and I gave in and decided to answer the phone to ease the mind of the other person that’s calling only to be in dread and disbelief. “Hello is this Amy from the hospital of human services I have bad news” (End)

[dyslexicandakeyboard]

batcat fic excerpt under the cut cause I'm sure I won't finish desperado + I want to write something from both of their perspectives

He didn’t know what exactly about her that was this addictive. 

Was it the way her suit–skintight, rough under his tongue, tasted of chemicals that burnt the back of his throat–reflected in the moonlight? Or her eyes? (The ivy-green, twisting its way around his heart/arms/eyes/thighs)

“Shush.” Her tongue was warm against his hidden earlobe, plush like velvet and pink like a strawberry. “The best part is coming, baby.”

Bruce couldn't hold back his broken moan at her words, it tore through his throat. He closed his eyes tight. He couldn’t look–his legs were shaking, the ground like molten steel under him. 

He didn’t know how he got into this position. Again.

Same thing, different places. Sometimes she was bent over cracking a vault or she was hanging from the ceiling infrared lines matching her lips or she was breaking into a pawn shop ‘accidently’ tripping the alarm with a knowing smirk. It was an invitation, a perfumed card and cursive letters. 

Bruce would fight her, ignoring the speed of his heart and the shallow breaths he took. He’d chase her, watching her form–powerful, all lean muscle, his eyes straying dangerously low, the leather becoming one with her– he was always a step behind. Till, he caught her. 

Everytime, the tension broke between them. Elementary; When the kettle was boiling, it whistled or when an apple was red and ripe, it fell from the tree. Elementary, my dear Watson.

Either way, Bruce ended up here. His hands on her suit, pulling at her zipper. 

“You like that?” she asked, pressing her lips to the skin just under his mask. She said, a hint of laughter in her voice. “Baby.”

He bit his lip, roughly. He didn’t open his eyes. He can’t show all his cards, can’t let her know she’s won. 

Her hands snaked their way across his body, always missing her presumed target. Bruce’s hands were busy with her ass, groping and massaging her. 

They were in the open, on a roof. Downtown, the streets were alive. Anyone could look up and see them. They’d see Bruce on his back, his pants pulled down just enough that his dick could be free, as she teased him from above. That should slap some sense into him, cause his hard-on to flag, but no he was harder than he could remember.

Bruce pinched her, pressing his nose into her sternum. He licked and sucked at the suit, the bitter chemical taste burning his tongue. Bruce grinded up into her, her hips rolled to meet him.

He caught her zipper between his lips, the cold metal burned his mouth.

“Impatient,” she said, standing up. So very slow. 

The sound of her suit unzipping was loud over the roar of the city. Bruce opened his eyes then, just to watch the suit fall away.

The zipper was wet, a string of saliva connecting the both of them.

She pushed the suit off her shoulder, she was bare under there; no bra, no panties. In the back of his mind, alarm bells went off; she planned for this–Bruce pressed his tongue to her stomach, biting at her abs and dipping his tongue into her belly button. 

This was wrong. So fucking wrong, on so many levels. Aside from the obvious, he didn’t even know her name, her age, her favorite color–but he’s getting ahead of himself. Anonymous, no-strings-attached sex, commonplace in the 21th century; nothing Bruce shouldn’t partake in. 

She pushed his head back, the railing shaking against his skull. 

She was so rough with him. A different dance than others gave him. Maybe that was why he submitted so easily to these impulses. She treated him like he was a piece of gum stuck on the bottom of her shoe, like he had nothing to his name. 

Or maybe it was the dirty floor they always ended fucking on.