#But with fucked up measurements 👍

[fancy-marshmallow]

GUESS WHO JUST MADE A CAKE. !

[bunnyb34r]

Wow just fucking wow

I sent in a medical records request in october? To get life insurance through work (why not right?) And my stupid dr never sent them in.

WHY DID I JUST NOW GET A TEXT FROM THE INSURANCE COMPANY THAT THEY JUST RECEIVED MY RECORD?!?!?!??!?!

Fucking unbelievable

[cr0wc0rpse]

Fuck w me. Pumpkin bread and muffins

[everyonewooeverywhere]

MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED

pairing ✭ bf!yunho x afab!reader

synopsis ✭ soft morning sex with yunho

content/genre ✭ smut 18+ MDNI

word count ✭ 742

note ✭ this is for no one but myself because it's my birthday, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless. also not proofread 😗👍

✭ ✭ ✭

Yunho always woke up before you. He was an early riser anyway, always waking up with the sun, but something about laying in bed beside you usually compelled him to wake up before you did. 

The side effects of this usually led to him pulling you further into his chest so he could play with your hair or rub you back. And of course you never minded because it meant waking up to his soft touches every morning.

There were mornings, though, when he’d wake up and see you lying there, your soft lips parted, the fabric of your sleep shirt shifted in a way that exposed your chest, your arms sprawled out above your head in a way that just left you so open and available for him.

And he couldn’t fucking resist you. When you rolled away from him onto your side, he took that as the perfect opportunity to press up into you. 

“Yu..” you whined out softly, barely awake feeling his hard on through your thin panties.

“Baby, can I put it in?” He husked in your ear. His lips barely brushed the skin, “You don’t have to do anything. Just let me take care of you, ok?”

You nodded, on the brink of falling back asleep, “Ok.”

Before you could even brace yourself, he’d pulled your panties aside and buried himself in you completely. 

He moaned softly in your ear. “Your pussy is so warm, baby.”

His thrusts were slow and measured, and he snaked one arm around your waist to play with your clit. He choked on a breath when you tightened around him at the stimulation.

Even in his freshly-awake state, he was so in tune with your body. Basking in the little gasps you let out every time his cock bottomed out inside you. He loved your noises. Your gasps when he touched a new place. The way you would whine and beg him to go faster.

“Oh Yu…please,” you choked out, “Faster. Please.” They were such pathetic ramblings, but he lived for it.

And he happily obliged. Thrusting into you faster and faster and if he could’ve gone any deeper he would’ve.

He couldn’t fully give you the pleasure you needed from this angle, though. So he flips you onto your stomach. Letting you rest your face in the pillows. 

From here he can get exactly what he needs, a pretty whiny, mess. And his favorite part is watching you try to pathetically try to cover your moans in the pillows.

“You don’t have to be quiet, baby~” He teased. “Let it all out.”

His words alone brought a low whine out from your throat. 

“I fill you up good, don’t I?” He leaned over your back, the thin sheen of sweat on his chest causing his skin to stick to any part of you back that was exposed. “Don’t hide your moans. Let me know how good you feel.”

“Full…”

“Yeah?” He held his hips in place, filling every inch of you. He brought his fingers back to your clit, and, while his thrusting had stopped, the pleasure was far from gone. “Can you cum like this?”

“Mhm. ‘M really close.”

He groaned as you tightened around him, “Fuck. Please cum for me. Cum on my cock, baby.”

Your grip on the pillows under you tightened. And the pleasure from your hot cunt squeezing him for dear life was enough to push him over the edge. You came together. Your legs collapsing under you, and his breaths ragged. 

He kissed your shoulder, the nape of your neck, your spine. His hands massaged your thighs and your ass.

“Good morning my love.”

You sighed, incredibly content, “Morning~”

The way his hands worked on your muscles was enough to make you not ever wanna leave bed. “Do you wanna go get breakfast?”

You shook your head, and he chuckled.

“We can’t stay in bed all day, baby.”

“We totally can,” you rolled over onto your back and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure you don’t get out of bed.”

“Well,” he kissed you softly, “I guess I could just eat you for breakfast.”

You smacked him in the chest, “Stop, don’t ever say that again. That was horrible.”

He chuckled, “I’m sorry.” He paused, “Is that a no to me eating you out, though?”

“What? No!?” And before you could blink, his face had disappeared between your legs.

[astonmartinii]

brother's best friend | lance stroll social media au

pairing: lance stroll x fem schumacher!reader

there's something about the guy your brother tells you is off limits...

MASTERLIST | MY TIP JAR

mickschumacher

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mickschumacher: happy birthday to the biggest pain in my ass

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user1: y/n is so mother that her birthday really should be a national holiday

yourusername: what ass? babe you built like an ironing board

mickschumacher: you're talking real loud for someone who has a smaller ass than me 🤨

yourusername: you wanna get the tape measure out ???

user2: I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE

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yourusername: HAH

mickschumacher: i'll give you this one FOR ONCE only because it's your birthday

yourusername: you're SO generous

user3: both mick and y/n really got the unhinged gene from michael

user4: now we know why toto separates them in the paddock LOL

lancestroll: mick you were such a cute kid, what happened?

mickschumacher: EY stay out of it this is schumacher business

mickschumacher: or at least call y/n ugly too ugh 😩

lancestroll: my dad taught me that it's wrong to tell lies sorry

mickschumacher: BACK UP ??? what's that supposed to mean?

yourusername: is no one allowed to compliment me anymore?

mickschumacher: NO. especially not a man. especially not an f1 driver. they're all whores.

estebanocon: ????

maxverstappen1: ????

lancestroll: ????

yourusername: is that why you got dropped? too bitchless?

mickschumacher: HOW DARE YOU? I PULL. I DO.

yourusername: sure you do

mickschumacher: that's it. if you're going to use my loneliness against me, then i invoke the kat stratford rule. you can't date until i do

yourusername: that is so horrifically tragic. who says i'm not already seeing someone?

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mickschumacher: I SAW THAT

user5: everybody pray for y/n

user6: for real i think mick lost all of his patience at haas 😭

yourusername

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yourusername: all my birthday wishes came true

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user7: cue the mick meltdown

mickschumacher: WHAT 😭 THE 😭 FUCK 😭

yourusername: yes?

mickschumacher: does ten things i hate about you mean nothing to you?

yourusername: no ! but i like [redacted] more

mickschumacher: you can use [redacted] all you want but i will literally break in to your house I'M GETTING IN THE CAR

yourusername: soz girlypop but i'm at [redacted]'s house xoxo

mickschumacher: don't think i won't call sebastian i know he has you on find my friends

yourusername: go for it buddy i am completely confident in mine and seb's relationship

mickschumacher: @sebastianvettel pick up your phone

sebastianvettel: leave me be mick, i have met [redacted] and i think he's a great match 👍

mickschumacher: WHAT

user8: well that was dramatic

user9: get that man back in the car before he genuinely runs across europe looking for y/n

user10: i love how they're all going along with the [redacted] nonsense

user11: i know seb was having way too much fun with it

estebanocon: happy birthday y/n, i hope [redacted] treated you well !

yourusername: why thank you esteban, i have had a great time

mickschumacher: do not tell me you know as well :(

estebanocon: i don't but saying [redacted] is super fun 🤩

lancestroll: [redacted] does make them sound like a criminal

mickschumacher: when i found out who it is, they may become part of a criminal trial

lancestroll: okay buddy...

yourusername: thank you lance, at least someone here is talking sense

mickschumacher: don't use my friends against me 🤨

yourusername: maybe he's my friend too dumbass

user12: or more 😏

mickschumacher: do not even speak that into existence

user13: i need it to be lance or at least another driver just for mick's reaction at this point

lancestroll

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lancestroll: just appreciating the birthday girl

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user17: WAIT !! let me grab my popcorn 🍿

user18: i am sat for this mick meltdown

user19: it might be an all-timer

yourusername: before mick inevitably throws all his toys out of the pram... i love you sir lancelot !! thank you for the amazing birthday and for being the best boyf eva xxx

lancestroll: i love you too darling, glad we could spend all this time together before the season starts again

yourusername: booooo i don't wanna share you :(

lancestroll: you could just join me ...

yourusername: do NOT threaten me with a good time

user20: i think i can hear mick having a tantrum from all the way across the world

mickschumacher: ABSOLUTELY NOT. NO. NOPE. NADA. THIS IS NOT HAPPENING. DELETE.

lancestroll: you done?

mickschumacher: NO I AM NOT. TAKE YOUR MOUTH OFF OF MY SISTER. THE ONLY SCHUMACHER YOU WILL BE KISSED BY IS MY FIST

lancestroll: bit too late for that

mickschumacher: HALT. i do not need to know that :(

yourusername: have you got it out of your system? because i really love lance and i'm sorry we kept it from you, but we thought it was best while we figured it all out

mickschumacher: i am happy for you. all i want to see is you happy, and if that is lance so be it. just no pda in front of me

lancestroll: you're saying this like i'm a monster? i'm literally your friend, surely that's a good sign?

mickschumacher: wait. i thought we were best friends :(

lancestroll: yes! we're bffs ! best friends forever + este

estebanocon: yes we love you mick even when you scream all the time and call us whores?

yourusername: gosh you're such a drama queen, have this heart to heart in the group chat this is a birthday post for ME

user21: well this got suprisingly heartfelt

sebastianvettel: happy birthday y/n, i'm happy for both of you!

yourusername: thank you seb ! x

lancestroll: thank you seb, wingman of the year

mickschumacher: WHAT

yourusername

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yourusername: my boyf just won point with broken wrists, what the fuck are y'all doin?

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user24: this was so sexy of lance honestly

maxverstappen1: winning the race bozo

yourusername: the question was clearly rhetorical genius

maxverstappen1: i don't care 🤷‍♀️

user25: i always forget that these two technically grew up together

lancestroll: the doctors said i still need to be looked after, will you be my sexy nurse?

mickschumacher: EW this is exactly what i was talking about. keep this shit to yourselves

mickschumacher: PLUS, i don't think that would be wise with broken wrists

lancestroll: gotta ruin all of our jokes now?

yourusername: so me being a sexy nurse is a joke :( ?

lancestroll: no! you can definitely look after me and you're definitely sexy

yourusername: good good. sit back and relax baby

user26: what if we also want to be seen by sexy nurse y/n?

mickschumacher: choke

lancestroll: choke

fernandoalo_oficial: so no mention of my podium 🤨

yourusername: bore off old man you've got completely functioning wrists

fernandoalo_oficial: still impressive no?

yourusername: cry me a river

lancestroll: it was very impressive fernando

fernandoalo_oficial: at least one of my kids respect me

yourusername: god i think being a drama queen is a requirement for being an f1 driver

user27: she's not wrong

fernandoalo_oficial

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fernandoalo_oficial: accidentally acquired two kids this season

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user28: grid dad fernando is back baby

user29: who is the mum and can i be her?

yourusername: soz mark beat you to it

oscarpiastri: does that make us all siblings?

mickschumacher: absolutely not. the schumacher gang is very exclusive

fernandoalo_oficial: who said i claimed you?

mickschumacher: as if you wouldn't want to claim me

yourusername: soz mick, looks like only one of us slays

lancestroll: fernando has taste 💅

mickschumacher: i hate you both

yourusername: love you too x

user30: golly gosh these girlies are so dramatic

user31: lance, y/n and oscar is the chill trio we need

yourusername: also thanks pa for the cute pic x

lancestroll: and for not complaining the whole time

yourusername: SOME people could learn a thing or two ....

mickschumacher: hey! i am a good photographer you're just ugly

lancestroll: you take that back

mickschumacher: you were my friend first you should be on my side :(

yourusername: you snooze you lose mickster

lancestroll: :p

user32: so glad that this relationship is bringing out lance's sassy side

user33: now all we need is the return of the racing point hair

yourusername: i'm on it 🫡

yourusername

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yourusername: the romance books didn't lie, there really is nothng like your brother's best friend

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user34: boyf!lance got me going feral

user35: third pic is defo going platinum on pinterest

lancestroll: all the turmoil was worth it :)

yourusername: turmoil being mick pouting at you for like three hours

lancestroll: i am a sensitive man! i don't like people being upset with me :(

yourusername: mick is just a drama queen, probably his way of hazing you, or distracting himself from being lonely

mickschumacher: for that lonely comment you just got yourself stuck with a third wheel

mickschumacher: FOR LIFE

estebanocon: and me !! don't forget about meeee

user36: my fave unproblematic foursome

yourusername: hold your horses babe two of that four are siblings maybe we should reword this

sebastianvettel: is mick finished now? can i safely go back on my phone without getting ten billion calls about you and lance?

yourusername: yeah i think he's got it out of his system

sebastianvettel: good. but you and lance are still on babysitting duty for putting my through this

lancestroll: not the punishment you think it is we love those kids

yourusername: plus lance is cute with kids and gives me major baby fever

sebastianvettel: oh no...

mickschumacher: WHAT ABSOLUTELY NOT NO BABIES YET I ONLY JUST ACCEPTED YOU DATIGN I DON;Y WANT TO THINK ABOUT... THAT

yourusername: but baby lancelots would be so cute :(

lancestroll: baby y/ns would be cuter

yourusername: that's it. seb sorry we will be a little late

mickschumacher: DELETE

fin.

note: this request has been in the bank for a while and i know i took a lil creative liberty but i hope you enjoyed!! also thought lance deserved some love after the recent tomfoolery ... alas! happy new year and i hope everyone has a great new years eve xx

[sodacowboy]

idk who drew up this pattern but it fucking sucks

my learning style is so chaotic lmao

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

haiiiii mootieeee

Anyway may I possibly get some fluff headcannons of my favorite boys (Finn & Auron) about them coming back from work & being completely drenched then we help them get dry?

in return I give you a picture of my dog 👍

Drenched from head to toe.

Hii mootie ur dog is so cute!! Give them a big ol smooch for me.

Auron

When he opened the door to his penthouse and saw you drenched he paused. Then asked if you were okay.

Asked you why you didn't have an umbrella on you, but he knows weather in the city is fucking bipolar.

Listens to you talk about your day as dries you off with a towel as you undress yourself. Makes a mental note to have you picked up or buy a umbrella for you.

Makes sure you didn't end up getting sick because of you getting drenched in the rain.

Gets one of his bigger shirts you like wearing and some sweats. Tells you it's fine if you try and argue about clothes and gets your cleaned by someone.

Enjoys the rest of the day lounging in the loving room with you. The sound of the rain outside muffled by the movie you put on to show him.

Finn

Is mother henning so hard rn, especially since he lives kinda out of the city. (Idk if yv ever said where he lives so ima roll w that) panicking as he gets towels to dry you.

Listens to your angry rant about the rain ruining your clothes. To try and lighten the mood he says at least the flora and fauna will be enjoying the rain.

The topic switches to work and you explain to him how you were put on some project. Finn nods as he gently dries your hair with a soft smile.

Makes you cover yourself in layers since he doesn't want you to get sick. Even makes you take some medicine and tea for safe measure.

Feels happy seeing you in his clothes bc their cute bunny pajamas. The scene of you comfy and warm makes his worries go down.

As you both relax telling each other your day the rain lures both of you to take a nap together. Finn smiles as he feels you snuggle close to him.

[scentedpepper]

Cinderellas Slipper

BILLY HARGROVE X MALE READER

Summary: Billy tries to apologize but loses his slipper instead.

Content Warnings: "Queer" used in a derogatory manner. Brief mention of Billy and Reader having sexual relations. Established Relationships/Lore

Other Pairing(s): Steve Harrington x Male Reader, Jonathan Byers x Male Reader, Will Byers x Male Reader, Nancy Wheeler x Billy Hargrove (implied not said)

AUTHOR NOTE(S):

Writing specific scenes that pop into my head is much easier than committing to an entire fanfic :p

Feeling kinda meh abt this one guys idddkkkk

Uhhhhh Billy is gay bc I say so

No but that headcanon really gets my writer loins spinnin

The depth

Anyway

Billy's a wee bit jealous

👍

_________________________________________

Billy's not sure what lead him to this point.

But the moment he steps out of his Camaro he has to pause, place his hands on his hips, and pace. Once. Twice. Three times for good measure before his attention is redirected to his destination.

Depot Central.

"Hawkins for the Family" Or so the sign outside had stated.

It's 4:30 in the afternoon, you've only been on shift for 30 minutes.

Three and a half hours to go.

Billy has memorized your schedule like the back of his hand.

The depot wasn't small by any means, but most of its stores closed at the latest of six due to its small town status. The depot itself mainly used the second story to hoard it's products, what couldn't fit through the windows displayed itself like an open antique shop on the 1st floor, the remaining area that couldn't be utilized by the display lay store merchandise.

This was the third time in a row he'd come back to the depot.

The first time he'd be stepping inside.

If the place had more customers he would've stalled a little longer, maybe considered another 3 rounds of pacing the parking lot but there was no one in front of him when he stood off to the side, peering through the windows.

His hands find his hips again, pressing agaisnt the brown leather belt adorning his dark blue jeans. It was new. He'd went out and bought it a few days ago. Even went as far as hiding between the aisles of the women's section trying to scope out style.

He didn't buy the pink or purple belt, regardless of how "nice" you said those colors were on him. Instead, by a random struck of luck that felt unwarranted, he'd found one even more perfect. One in which the gems were arranged in a way that made it look like the night sky.

Fucking space because you were into that shit or whatever.

Gemstones on top of silver. And Billy felt like a star on the belt, big and prominent.

Maybe that was wishful thinking. He couldn't really reject the feeling of suffocating when the gems shined in the sunlight through the window panes beside him.

Girly.

Feminine.

Queer.

Billy tries to ignore them and in the process, he considers ditching his clothing choices for today and giving in to his original idea. But even so, with all he's been through, Billy isn't really aware that the things he's learned from you have stuck this long.

He'd scrubbed himself raw in the bathroom just 30 minutes ago. And he made sure to perfectly place the top portion of his maroon button up that was peeled open. And he dabbed cologne on every inch of his body, just in case the amount he had initially put on wasn't enough. And while he was driving he made sure to keep the cigarettes in his dash because he knew the smell, reminiscent of your father, was the sole reason you had never picked them up throughout your teenager years. Not even to just try.

So once more, everything right down to his clean socks were an item of scrutiny. He even had spare deodorant in his car if he started to sweat.

And for what? He didn't fucking know.

The urge to repeat his pacing however came and he knew very well what that meant.

He was thinking about turning around.

But to make sure his body isn't going the opposite direction, he checks his front pockets where two cards were securely nestled in.

Dare Billy say he was almost scared.

He feels sweat starting to prick on the back of his neck, underneath his perfectly defined curls –he didn't even want to think about the measures he went to learn how to make them look so pretty– and he ducks back into his car, deciding he should just put the deodorant everywhere.

As he fumbles for the anti perspirant in his dash, feet sticking out of the car and body pressing against the middle console awkwardly, he realizes that he's almost forgotten the singular rose that he specifically taped to head of his passenger seat so he wouldn't forget it.

Quickly, Billy retrieves the rose and proceeds to rub himself down with the light spray of deodorant.

And despite his previous antsy nature, when he finally goes to walk to the entrance of the store, his face is the perfect mix between cool and ready. But his eyebrows are furrowed, a giveaway to the turmoil going on in his head.

Once the doors slide open, the chimes on top barely audible in the distance, Billy's face twitches ever so slightly when he realizes who is bent over the checkout counter, chatting you up, eliciting deep, rumbling laughter from your wide chest.

Steve.

Billy makes sure the displeasure is gone from his face with a blink of the eyes before he's approaching the two with nonchalant grace. He makes sure his gait is perfect and makes no noise against the flooring of the store, this way he can spy on your conversation from behind the taller shelves of canned food.

He listens close enough to pick up the murmurings of some new ice cream recipe you had apparently tried over the weekend with Will and Jonathan. Sounded absolutely disgusting to Billy. There was pecan and raspberry involved, as well as a hint of honey which would be fine if it wasn't inside frozen food.

But Billy found himself not really paying attention to the words being exchanged, moreso the tone.

Or, more importantly– how Steve said them. Emphasized certain vowels that he wouldn't unless he was in the presence of someone really close.

Just the thought tightens his grip on the small rose clasped tightly in between his fingers and he decides to finally make himself known by making a detour into the candy aisle beside the front desk, going over to get a pack of black liquorish and throwing the item down at the counter for you to ring up.

Your eyes fling up in startle, as though you hadn't noticed Billy at all until the very moment he slammed the unsavory candy on the counter, the plastic brushing a strand of Steve's hair on the way down.

Maybe it was a little bit of an overreaction, but he couldn't help it.

There were instances in which Billy acted purely upon instinct or impulse. Moments in which he let those feelings go to his head and not only let it manifest into words, sometimes that energy even moved his entire body without asking.

You had paused mid-sentence to take in the scene before you. How could you not?

Steve was dumbfounded. Not because the candy was an offense to his palate but because the intensity with which Billy pushed the packaged item towards you was a big one.

Steve moved away from the man looming over his shoulder, offended for his friend across the counter.

The first time Steve had walked in on you two, Billy wanted to kill him –almost killed him. Whatever he was about to retort would most likely have the same outcome.

Because it didn't matter how nicely Billy dressed or spoke to you, Steve could still see the shadow of Billy in his mind, a storm all his own lurking underneath flesh.

"We're still talking. " The brunette finally speaks up, motioning back and forth between himself and you.

Billy snorts and rolls his eyes, trying his hardest not to call the boy across from him something more obscene than asshole because he knows it would lose him any chance of speaking to you.

"You're a worker, right? " Billy plants his forearm on the counter, mocking Steve's pervious position.

"Work. " He spits.

You stare back at him pointedly, hands on your waist before you grab the item and run it across the scanner. A green light graces you skin and a beep fills the empty room.

"52 cents, sir. " You retort simply.

Sir.

Sir.

"Sir?" Billy reels, face controrting into disgust. The word burned all over, and surely the older boy in front of him knew how much that word would affect him. He must've known that it'd make Billy Hargrove piss his pants.

You did.

But nevertheless, Billy pulls his wallet out and drops a five on the counter, telling you to keep the rest.

The plastic covering of the candy crinkles under your fingers as you lift it from the counter, passing it back to the blonde.

Your fingers brush beneath the packaging and all air seems to whoosh out of Billy's lung in response.

You meets his eyes in the middle.

It's silent for a moment.

–Save for Steve who's munching on the same type of candy just off to the side.

The blonde blinks, once, twice. His brows raising again like they had in his car. Billy can feel it, and he fights the urge to pull his fingers away but he doesn't, both of your hands just dangling there for a minute longer.

"Mm!" Steve chokes suddenly, wincing right after as the liquorish becomes a glob in his mouth and his body jerks backwards in discomfort.

It breaks the moment but Billy has an easier time collecting himself than his competitor.

"Steve. " You exclaim and you make a move towards him, patting your friends back with exaggerated aggression.

"I'm okay. " He rasps. "I'm okay. " He raises his hands up in the air but his words deceive him as he starts another fit of coughing.

After a minute or so of more gagging and choking and violent beatings on the back, Steve finally manages to swallow, with a loud groan of course.

You manage a laugh at the boys struggle, masking the noise the bell atop the door makes when it flies open.

And when you turn back around, half a grin still on your face, you're met with emptiness.

That, and a singular rose haphazardly placed on the counter.

[your-friendly-sociopath]

Hello! I recently read running could we maybe get a part two or possibly , a shy y/n has a crush on alastor.

Yes you can 👍 part one here three here

Running, Pt 2

Since getting caught by your father, you've done nothing but sit alone in a dark cellar, chained to the wall

It got boring real fast

You used to share the creepy basement with someone else

Some poor demon that had crossed paths with your father most likely

Then one day you woke up, and found him gone

So now you alone. In the dark.

You hate the dark

It's so dark...

Not to mention the nonstop sound of water dripping

You think

Oh God you hope it's water

Since coming to collect that poor demon, you haven't seen alastor

The asshole

Leaving you alone

In the dark

...

Fuck, he was gonna kill you wasn't he?

As soon as that thought popped in your head, you began to panic

And then hyperventilate

You struggled, and pulled on your chains

Your panicking blocked all logic from your mind

All you could think about was escaping

Then you got an idea

You ripped off a part of your sleeve, and ad shoved it in you mouth

Then, bracing you self, you snapped one thumb back, dislocating it

You screamed softly into the cloth as you pulled you hand free

Then, ever so gently, shoved it back in place

Somehow, it hurt more then dislocating it

Then you did the same thing with the other hand, efficiently freeing yourself

You spit out the cloth, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand

Then you ran towards the cellar door

You rammed your body against it, forgetting that your father could most likely hear you body slamming it

It didn't break down, disappointed, but not discouraged, you ran into it again

You didn't this several time, until it swung open slowly

The door let out a loud creak, which you flinched at, as it opened all the way

You moved to run out, but stopped dead in your tracks, horror creeping up your spine

Across the doorway, stood Alastor

He eyed you, a dark, furious look in his eyes with his smile still in place

You backed up a few paces, ears flat in fear

"I-Im so-sorry..I just-just hate th-the dark.."

You made a feeble attempt at explaining your situation

Alastor sighed, he stepped forward and instinctively, you took a step back

"My dear, I had really hoped you would move past this" he growled, "I suppose now, I'll have to take more drastic measures"

You gulped, stumbling backwards as shadows came from all dark corners if the room

They dragged you towards a bloodied table that had been hiding in the shadows

Your eyes widened in fear, attempting to struggle free from their grip as they strapped you to the table

Once you were attached to the table, the shadows disappeared, as your father took their place by the table

"Now, hold still dear"

Your eyes widened as he pulled out a surgical saw

You head was pushed down in the table, held there by some unseen force

You don't remember what happened after that, just pain

A fuck ton of it

You could hear your screams, and vaguely see voodoo symbols in the air as your father went to work

He began to saw off one of your legs, you didn't get to see which

You wailed in agony, eventually passing out from exhaustion and pain

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When you returned to consciousness you realized that you weren't in the cellar anymore

The dark and musty cellar...

You also realized that you were back in your room, in your plush bed

The windows had obsidian black bars over them, emitting voodoo symbols, obviously

The next thing you noticed was that your left leg was bandages up

Or what was left

Everything under the knee had been sawed off

This was to prevent you from running, you realized as your blood ran cold

Suddenly, you heard humming in the hallway outside your door

You then heard the footsteps that accompanied them

You realized with a jolt that Alastor intended to enter your room

So you quickly flipped down, pretending you were still asleep

However, this made you all the more aware, now then ever, and couldn't help but notice how wrong your left leg felt now that half of it was gone

You heard the door creak open once, then close again as he moved on past your room

But you weren't stupid

You knew, if anything, he probably sent his shadow to keep an eye on you

You suspected that this is how it would be from now on, eyes always on you even if you couldn't run anymore

You sighed into the pillow

You were trapped

But, at least you weren't in the dark anymore

The dark...

God, you hate the dark

I've finished

I'm weirdly proud of it

Pt 3 is a possibility, but idk yet

[acanthemp3]

YIPPEEEE!! (　＾∀＾)

i dont have class tomorrow so im spending my thursday night watching the last of us while trying to knit cardigans for my nuis yaaaaay ^_^

[happyk44]

i remember making a bakugou too stubborn to die joke once. can't believe it came true lol

also see the joke abt him being too stubborn to fall under shinsou's quirk, like, ya boy stared down death, said "no, fuck you", then apparently popped back up like nothing happened and started swinging again, no way he's not doing the same to purple fuzzed eyebags over there

like even when shinsou does get him he can't HOLD him for long before bakugou starts going feral and rips himself out of it, boom boy too powerful, too strong, too stubborn, and good for him honestly lol

and ofc this puts shinsou at ease with using his quirk on bakugou for horny purposes bc if he wanted out, he would lol

for less horny purposes, its a good training measure. like the longer he can keep the feral cat down without getting scratched, the stronger he's becoming 👍

[ace-of-garlic-breads]

more ROTTMNT characters saying things that me and my friends have actually said cause I'm bored. 👍 (including ones from my parents)

(No shipping)

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April: I once sneezed so hard my necklace flew off.

The others: ?!

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Donnie: QUIT HITTING ME WITH CRACKERS MIKEY

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Mikey: ooh look a hole! Imma jump down it!

(This was me playing Minecraft for like, the first time.)

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Donnie: are you smarter than a doorknob?

(This one was actually my mom)

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Young Leo: ah yes, Slime my favorite drink

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Young Mikey: I'm a sandwich bored

(Again, one from my mom)

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Raph (to Donnie): WHY WOULD YOU READ FANFICTION ON AN OVEN?!

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Raph: Put the tape measure down and go to bed.

(Yet another one from my mother)

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Draxum: why is there a pile of cinnamon toast crunch on an envelope

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Leo: awwwwww no. I can't hate myself, that's homophobic and transphobic.

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Donnie: ewwww! It's a sweaty croissant

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Leo: moose Jesus?

Donnie: MOOSE JESUS!

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Mikey: WHO THE FUCK CRUCIFIED ELMO?!

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Raph: WHY DOES SANTA HAVE A ROCKET LAUNCHER?!

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Leo: it wasn't cooperating. So I stabbed it.

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Donnie: Raph, you walk so loud.

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Donnie: windows are for losers

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Raph: Donnie. Give me the crowbar.

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Mikey: I AM CONFESCATING THE POTATO

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Leo: I will no longer be celebrating my brother's birthday. Only Nico Di-angelo's

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Leo: Don't eat roses, I tried it and it tastes bad.

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April: Quit talking about the Rinocerous party

(This was acc my HS Civics teacher. The rhinoceros party is a joke Canadian political party and my class wouldn't shut up abt it)

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Mikey: im looking for the Unicorn insides

(The things you say/hear as a crafter)

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Donnie: SUBMIRGE!

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Leo: we love gay space apples

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Mikey: PHD, Permanent, Head, Damage

[benny-the-spaceman]

one of these days im going to release my tlm drafting headcanons from my notes app purgatory and that day is Today.

HERE'S HOW I THINK LEGO MOVIE CHARACTERS WOULD PREPARE AND MAKE DRAFTS

...under the cut

Batman

• Fairly good at drawing. Somehow able to draw straight lines without a ruler perfectly fine every single time but otherwise nothing super noteworthy (he does brag about this constantly however)

• Drafts in white and yellow posca pen??? will use white colored pencil for finer detail however, specifically one of those mechanical colored pencils

• Drafts on black paper because he thinks it makes his designs cooler (it doesn't)

• Dimensions in imperial and would be annoyed if you dare even *insinuate* he use metric. no justification here

• Doodles around his drafts, specifically likes to doodle bats and himself because he, once again, thanks it makes his drafts cooler (the bats kinda do)

• Refuses to leave notes on his designs. you either know what to do or you don't

• Does however write his drawing title obnoxiously large

• Used autocad for like a day, hated it, switched to solidworks and never went back

• Buys autodesk licenses for the rest of the masterbuilders. unwillingly, mind you, wyldstyle just knows his credit card information and abuses it

Benny

• Good at drawing exclusively spaceships. big shock i know

• The king of eyeballing a line or an angle and then labelling it however the fuck he wants. proper measurements take time he could spend drafting or making more spaceships, he'll save measuring and straightedges for drafts he deems important enough

• Uses blueprinting paper. there's no practical purpose for this, he just digs it

• Drafts with whatever writing utensil is on hand

• He gets inspired quite often so he usually keeps a drafting notepad on him just in case

• Leaves a *lot* of notes. Most of them are completely unnecessary and are a funny contrast to his haphazard dimensioning

• Pretty dang good at autocad! Usually reserves it for projects that require a lot more collaboration however

• Usually drafts in metric, can dimension in imperial but prefers not to

• 100% sets autocad to the light background like a monster

• Do not give him any 3d modelling software, he might blow up the computer

Emmet

• Either really good or really bad at drawings (obvs leaning towards bad. we remember the break in plans)

• Dimensions in imperial. I cant justify this one he just does. god bless america or something idk

• Owns a couple drafting pencils but rarely uses them, most of the time he drafts in marker or pen much to the chagrin of anyone who needs to read his drafts (or delight if you're unikitty)

• Started learning how to use autocad after taco tuesday and he's actually pretty good at it! he does use an architectural dimstyle for everything though which is particularly annoying when he's quite often not drafting buildings now

• Has labelled and colored layers 👍 enough said

• Uses disgustingly thick lineweights. horrible.

• Rarely if ever 3d models so he's not good at it, he mostly works on things that 2d conveys better anyways

• Although he's not the best drafter of the master builders, his construction background makes him the best at reading drafts, give him a unikitty draft and he can decipher it like it's nothing

Metalbeard

• Probably the best at drafting of the master builders, he's got the age advantage and lots of practice from making ships

• Drafts in pencil, quill, or charcoal depending

• Who needs straightedges or angle stencils when youre basically a pirate cyborg, expect robot like precision

• Doesn't use standard measuring conventions, instead opts to use the dumbest things possible. The Sea cow's units of measurement were seagulls. It isnt that he cant do normal units of measurement, he just prefers his made up ones

• Makes his drafting paper by himself

• Pretty good with 2d and 3d modelling surprisingly. He doesn't like either, however, he much prefers drafting on paper

• Leaves an average amount of notes on his drafts but has the most disgustingly fancy cursive and writes in his piratey english. Often a nightmare to read if you aren't used to his writing

• Will sometimes do blueprint swaps with Benny wherein they critique each other's work. not sure when they started doing it, but it's become a weekly activity for them

Unikitty

• Worst drafter of the main masterbuilder crew. Most people think it's because she's a cat but no she just doesnt take drafting seriously in the slightest

• Drafts like she's making an arts and crafts project. She has put several bottles of glitter on singular drafts and she will do it again

• Dimensions in rainbows, no knows what this means other than emmet

• Gives the longest, most complicated titles possible

• No such thing as straight lines

• Is entirely capable of drafting properly, just refuses to

• Leaves notes that are entirely unrelated to the draft. she wont tell you how youre supposed to connect two objects but she *will* tell you about the sandwich she ate while making the draft

• Doesnt use autocad, looks too boring

• Didnt use any 3d modelling softwares until she realized you can change the appearance of materials. that was a game changer. still much prefers drafting on paper though

• Likes drafting with emmet sometimes since he seems to be the only person who understands her drawings. to this day no one understands how he does it

Vitruvius

• Going blind has, surprisingly, not made him much worse at drafting, just changed his process a bit

• Drafts in pencil

• Probably the person who least frequently drafts of the main masterbuilders. On account of just not needing to and also on account of being dead

• Dimensions in the old anglo-saxon units of measurement

• Doesn't title his drafts and doesnt see a point in doing so

• Leaves the most vague, utterly confusing notes on his drawings. theyre still related to the drawings unlike unikitty's notes, but theyre very odd

• Doesn't use autocad or 3d modelling softwares, partially because he wouldnt really be able to on account of being blind but also partially because he doesn't really know what they are

• There isnt really much to say about his drafting skills he's about as normal of a drafter as a masterbuilder can be

Wyldstyle

• An engineering teacher's dream student. She may not have the amount of experience metalbeard has but she's still very skilled

• Doesn't like drafting on paper and won't if she doesn't have to

• When she does draft on paper she uses a drafting mechanical pencils. she also 100% collects them

• dimensions in metric to exactly 3 decimal places

• leaves very few if any notes (always very concise ones if included)

• has a case of staedtler stencils that she bought 4 years ago and never uses

• picked up a habit of doodling on drafts from batman but will never admit she got the habit from him

• Autocad PRO. Also really damn good at solidworks and fusion. Give this girl a computer and she'll give you a motorcycle assembly within the hour

• Specializes in automotives

• Spends time with Emmet on the weekends teaching him how to use digital drafting softwares (this process was incredibly frusturating at first but gets easier with time)

[canines-crown]

Today I got lost in the forest and those where the most beautiful four hours of my life.🌲🌿🪲

Here's the story of my adventure! Let's just hope Tumblr doesn't fuck up this post...

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I didn't sleep much tonight and was very hungry, so I decided to just go to the forest, bring some food with me, and maybe even take a nap there! I packed my stuff and started on my little journey. My beloved cat Spike followed me until we arrived at the forest too! :3

I was heading to my favorite part of the forest when I found a new path I had never seen before!

I followed it for a while until I got really hungry... Luckily I found some tree trunks and squeezed in between them. While I was enjoying my homemade meal, I suddenly noticed... Gunshots? A hunter I assume. I didn't mind, but they seemed to be getting louder, so I decided to flee for good measure.

I jumped across a dry field with stupidly high grass and hid in the forest at its end. I don't think people visit that forest often, as there were so many plants and trees that it was quite difficult to pass through.

I decided to explore the newfound area and stumbled across a village. At this point I really didn't know where I was but I knew I'd find my way home, which is why I decided to just have fun

I wanted to go to a large looking forest in the distance, far behind the village. For that I had to cross a brook.

My oh so trusted friend Stranger told me to just leap. Which I did! I then proceeded to land in the water. Rip.

With my shoes now wet and it starting to rain, I quickly hid under a tree. Barefoot. And decided to eat a bit more, now that I had "escaped" the hunter.

With my shoes now being more annoying then useful, I decided to find the way home, still barefoot. I had to make it across the brook again, and got lost in what seemed like an infinite amount of fields with stupidly high grass... The area started to feel familiar, but I was exhausted, which is why I decided on a small nap. Not only did I get harassed by ants, I also had to flee from a farmer and his tractor 😭

At least I saw a roe deer and a hare!

From there I found my way home eventually. Now I am very tired and my feet hurt, but I had fun!! Being in the forest felt really euphoric

I also picked wild strawberries and got bitten by a tick 👍

[t4tpumpkinduo]

OK not to be guy who's once again annoying abt lore and fanon misinterpretations but. ok v mild nsfw warning under the cut. it's just a critique of a very popular fanon ctnt dynamic that pisses me oawf so bad and i don't want to be misinterpreted in the process of critiquing it. ok.

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y'know how i always complain abt like...how cq is v susceptible to being reduced to a "hot dom role" so much?

the thing is. i actually do think he is largely a top. a lot of his character straight up lines up w it. he's a pouncer, he's eager to please, he likes indulging his partners that's just like. true. that's not the probble, however. 🤚 it's how it's being talked about, WHO it's being done by, and WHY. things of that nature.

first off, cq isn't like. a violent guy in the specific way fanon tends to portray him as.

the thing is. he's Ruthless. he's more than willing to take drastic measure, but outside of those situations, it's mostly just mc mechanics? he swats people playfully, he chases people w axes, but none of it is ever treated in any kind of different way, and especially not in a way unique to him. many, if not most, other characters do this as well, to him, to eachother. everyone on the dsmp is kind of annoying, and most enjoy a little minecraft coded rough housing, but to code it a certain way, towards THIS character, especially in lnv where he's explicitly trying to come across as more perfessional, and therefore ditching most of that rough housing and the inherent playfulness that it holds...

if you turn this specifically brown character into a domineering hair trigger physically violent freak at the expense of explicitly shown and stated character traits of his... all in service of sm white guy getting off about it.... do you like get what i'm saying....

another point i must mention: the fundimental misunderstanding sm ppl have abt las nevadas in the first place.

q is like 😭. not having a good time there. las nevadas in the first place, while objectively a labor of love, was also a gesture of desperation, same with him getting engaged to karlnap as quickly as he did. he wants to settle down w them as soon as possible so they won't leave him. that's what it is.👍 and then he gets left behind anyways. and with the compounding of everything, the gesture turns into a grave like immediately. it's shitty, it's bad, cq explicitly starts recreating the actions of actual shitheads (ctech cdrm), and ppl who warped his pov, even if unintentionally (cwilb cschlatt), because he doesn't know what else to do with himself. that's the reality.

but he also doesn't like doing it. 👍 that's the reality too, that's the wholeee. fucking point. he doesn't LIKE torturing dream, he doesn't LIKE manipulating people to the extent he does, he doesn't LIKE being alone and isolated. and while there are parts where he does find a twisted senses of catharsis about things sometimes, being the wielder for once instead of the guy being attacked like. it's still cornered prey animal trying to kill you swag. and the reason he's even be able to be pushed that far in the first place. is because he wants to and is actively planning on killing himself. legacy this, i won't be around long anyways. she sunk on my cost, this is all i have left to try, what's one more repulsive thing. my final stand.

so to then frame all this as like. actually super hot and super cool and. uuwgrurgrurgrueuURGRURYRGH. ok. hold on.

to make it abundantly clear: I DO NOT THINK CSCHLATT IS AN ABUSER. 👍 i never will. he narratively is not. he's an asshole, sure, and makes some terrible mistakes but. it's very very much not some unique evil. everyone on this server is an asshole. he wasn't an abuser to the cabinet, and especially not to cquackity.

i think to interpret this addict character, who has over and over shown to be sympathetic and more complex that ppl want to engage with, is still liked and vitally important to sm other characters, doesn't lay his hands on ppl in any way different than others do, as being a behind the scenes violent disgusting freak abuser is reductive and shitty and. bad. (and ableist. but yk.)

and even if somehow you want to interpret him as something else, despite the everything in the show telling you it's not true, you don't get to then turn around and make hypocritical handwavey arguments for cwilb when he and cschlatt are the exact same. they are direct narrative parallels, unignorably so. the pit = the festival. they're both deeply paranoid, deeply suicidal people who were genuinely psychotic for most of their worse actions, and if you can understand that cwilb doesn't deserve condemnation bcs of being put in a shitty situation and lashing out about it then you can very easily understand the same for cschlatt. 👍

i bring both of these points up to make my next point even clearer. cschlatt is *not* an abuser, but many ctntduoers are more than willing and happy to interpret him that way. and it's 👍 uhm. well. to layer on that point of lnv and its direct ties to self harm.

i like. very often see not only the complete dismissal of cq's issues with that. and. ugh. if you somehow see cschlatt as abusive. if you can get that cq's replication of behaviors in lnv are self destruction he doesn't actually like in pursuit of being "enough." why do i so so so often see. him replicating behaviors you're interpreting as abusive. specifically to get this white guy off. in his self harm context. completely uncritically. do i really need to explain. why that's not like. cool. lmao.

and even under the benefit of the doubt, the thing is, i never see exploration for it. i never see anything about how doing something like that would affect cq, how his mindset would lend to things, what he feels or thinks. there's no "reclamation", no restitution, there's no thought to him at all. this character who had direct issues with hating being treated like an object if he doesn't ask for it, being treated like an object. but don't worry guys it's actually ok this time. because i get to see my blorbo on the ground at the expense of everything this character stands for. i won't unpack the like obvious glaring bigotry rotting it's way through everything abt it too btw dw abt it dw abt it. it's fine lol.

idk. i hope i'm making sense, that i am explaining clearly and thoroughly enough. it's just so. tiring and deeply alienating and frustrating, and the absolute insistence to reduce poc to nothing but violent sex object caretakers and extentions to white characters is sooo i need to rip my hair out core. and to reiterate, i do think cq is largely a top, i don't think there's anything wrong writing certain dynamics or whatever the hell, it doesn't have to be a big deal. but can we. for once. with the brains that we have. try to think abt how things come across sometimes maybe. thanks.

[branwinged]

you're doing that thing jonsas also do where you conflate 'i do not like this ship, the idea of these characters fucking does not spark joy' with 'i am blind and unappreciative to any dynamic at all between these characters'. (obvious caveat is obvious but a

is this about that sansan post.... it was about their canonical dynamic, those angrily opposed to sansan were obviously implying there is no textual basis for anyone's interest in it beyond general moral depravity(!) and most of them were also j onsa shippers who think there's a possibility of their ship going canon, hence the tag ("#i just think it's funny to ignore all that and then turn around and ship J ONSA"). now that you have context ->

yea okay, statistically speaking, there is at least one fic out there which manages to write j onsa in a way i will find compelling, but that's true for all ships. i'm allowed to have a general opinion on a ship based on the fact that i neither like the popular interpretation of their dynamic nor do i care about them in a shipping context because those two don't have enough (any!) interactions or thematic overlap. and the defining thing about sansa's chapters for me is the examination of the lie of chivalry, that the role of the perfect lady waiting for her true knight is simply another form of entrapment. it is no coincidence that the two men who offer her even a little bit of compassion (it's not enough) in king's landing are tyrion and sandor, characters who will never be proclaimed as heroes under the chivalric paradigm because of their disablity, and in sandor's case, the disfigurement. because in the songs all knights are able bodied and handsome and all maidens are dutiful and fair. they are the 'beasts' to her beauty and the beastliness is their ableist rejection by society, a rejection which has fostered feelings of cynicism and nihilism in them. sandor's monstrosity also manifests outwards, he doesn't recognise the value of kindness. he must mock and torment sansa, which is his way of educating her, because he was never subjected to kindness. not until sansa.

sansa dreams of a fair knight within the constraints of the chivalric paradigm, but she's beginning to see through that lie. true knighthood in these books will not arrive in the form of an aemon the dragonknight (who was too wrapped up in his vows to protect naerys from their brother), but the earnest belief that despite the unjust structures of the world, we have a responsibility to make the hard choices to one day fulfill the dream of a better future. i expect she will find a true knight in the form of an unconventional hero such as brienne (or sandor, after his moral transformation), but they won't play the role of shining knight to her docile, helpless maiden either. she will have a measure of self-reliance first. anyway those were a lot of words to say that i don't like this framing of jon as her handsome true knight (he is a knight, but not necessarily sansa's) who swoops in to rescue her in winds, and i think it plays into ideas her chapters are deconstructing.

and these are just my thoughts on the ship (in a canonical setting, people can do whatever they want in their AUs), i don't have a problem with anyone shipping any characters. also my fav ship for jon is jonsam greatest jon ship of all time jon and satin don't have what they have. okay that's it 👍