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askbensolo · 3 months ago

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Ben, did you ever eat bugs when you were younger? Y'know like you were channeling your inner Anakin

Yes. Yes I did. As well as other things. Truly wonderful, the mind of a child is. I don’t know why I did that, but hey, the heart wants what it wants…

Oh my gosh. Dude. Wanna hear a college story? ‘Cause I ate a live bug in college. In fact, I ate five of them.

I’ll set the scene. Good ol’ UNaboo. Junior year. My first year, actually, since I transferred in. A fall semester party. The Osk Trill Osk frat house. Enter Ben Solo, twenty years old, tall but scrawny, still in his ugly sweater era, dragged into the tableau by a twenty-one-year-old Treeso Wonga, his new friend from NHS 101: Introduction to Nonhuman Studies.

“I don’t think my mom would want me here,” Ben says, fear in his eyes, a college junior with a freshman soul. “Is it like in the holofilms? Are people gonna be, like…doing stuff?”

“Relax, Solo,” says Treeso, pushing him forward with a solid hand to the back. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We’re here to have fun!”

Osk Trill Osk is a co-ed, mostly-Gungan fraternity. Ben, at this time, has mostly only ever interacted with humans and near-human species, and even those he has barely interacted with. We’re looking at a guy who was homeschooled from age five, practically lived in his bedroom till nineteen, and can count all the friends he’s ever had on one hand. And now he’s standing awkwardly in the middle of a loud and crowded room with a bunch of eighteen-to-twenty-two-year-olds, but he feels like he’s twelve.

The others are friendly enough. They offer him drinks and they offer him things that aren’t drinks and one girl who’s maybe already had a bit too much to drink thinks he’s cute and offers him something else. But the looming threat of Leia Organa-Solo hovers over the boy, along with his own anxious inhibitions and fairly cautious nature, and he declines them all.

“I’m, uh, not twenty-one yet,” he says, naively thinking the excuse is watertight, but a rousing chorus of “neither are we!” shatters the illusion at once.

“I mean, I like following rules,” he says instead, with eyes so big you could read the humiliation in them from a lightyear away—but no one else in the room is in a state to be that observant. Nor are they in a state to spend even one of the brain cells they’re all trying to kill off on thinking about what a loser Ben is. But Ben, however, now has many brain cells that have devoted themselves entirely to this purpose, and he spends the next hour stressed-out and sober, thinking about what a loser he is, and how he can prove he’s not.

Enter the blue slug-beetles, which someone suddenly brings in a crate of, much in the same way one would bring in a six-pack of beer. There is a series of cheers from the Gungans in the room.

The slug-beetle is a bright blue insect about the size of the palm of your hand, and has the curious distinction of being native to both Naboo and Tatooine, with the ability to thrive in both wetland and desert. On Naboo, they are found in the eastern swamps, crawling in the mud amidst the roots of the pelote trees. They are a Gungan delicacy, and Gungans, with their strong teeth and long tongues, are well-suited to cracking the beetles’ hard shells and slurping up the juices. Treeso and several other Gungans begin to do so immediately, while some of the non-Gungan guests look on, some with fascination, some with disgust.

Ben Solo is not a Gungan. He is, however, an absolute freaking idiot. Through some insane inspiration, he decides that he is going to prove how cool he is by being the first human to eat a blue slug-beetle. He puts his hand in the crate.

It’s alive, first of all. These slug-beetles have been prepped for consumption by the removal of their wings, the stubs of which are clipped off in straight lines and flitter nervously as the beetles struggle vainly to survive another day. But even without flight, Ben’s beetle squirms in his hands, its several legs tickling his palms as he tries to prevent its escape.

This moron, frantic not to embarrass himself by having to chase a slug-beetle around the room, finally gives up on figuring out how to eat it. He settles for slapping his palm against his mouth, throwing back the beetle like a handful of pills. The legs tickle his tongue instead of his hands. In a panic, he champs down on it to end its life, and swallows it, the hard fragments of shell scraping the insides of his throat on the way down.

And guess what? Nobody freaking saw.

Damn.

So then. Of course. What other conclusion is there? He has to do it again. Reluctantly, he reaches once more into the crate of crawling beetles.

Mind you, this buffoon is fully sober. He has nothing and no one to blame for his stupid decisions. He’s just…like that.

He picks up the second bug. Probably, he should have stopped and waved and said something like, “Hey, guys, watch me eat this bug!” (though in retrospect, I’m kind of glad he didn’t), but this dude had pretty bad social anxiety at the time, and such a prospect was unthinkable.

So…Ben Solo eats his second slug-beetle. And again. Nobody freaking sees him do it. Although it does go down a little smoother.

Well. Now he’s committed to the bit. Committed enough to grab a t-h-i-r-d slug-beetle, but for some reason not committed enough to say “hey guys watch me eat this bug” because that would involve calling attention to himself, which is exactly what he’s attempting to do, except no, he doesn’t want to make himself noticed, he just wants to be noticed.

Third slug-beetle goes down—similarly unseen. It’s looking like Ben prayed too hard at the beginning of the party for people not to look at him, because, yeah, that’s exactly what’s happening right now. Sure, he could just call it there and shrug it off and laugh at himself for eating three slug-beetles for nothing, but…you know? The sunk-cost fallacy is one hell of a drug.

He’s getting the hang of it. Down goes the fourth beetle. One of the Gungans looks at the crate and goes, hey, where’d all the beetles go? They went fast, huh? And Ben Solo’s like, oh, someone’s looking, now’s my chance. He grabs the fifth bug and puts it in his mouth and imagines the sweet, sweet taste of notoriety.

Well, he was getting the hang of it. But at this point, this stupid neophyte college boy is sweaty and dehydrated and has nothing in his stomach but hydrochloric acid and five blue slug-beetles and a bunch of social anxiety and his body decides, yeah, okay, show’s over, we’re done here. Pack it up, boys.

So, everyone’s watching when Ben Solo slaps his hands over his mouth and stumbles over to a conveniently-placed garbage can and keels over and…you know, un-eats all the bugs.

“Yooo, I thought you said you weren’t gonna drink!” says Treeso, pulling back my hair while I freaking die, and someone else says they can see why I don’t drink, since we’ve only been there an hour and I’m already losing my guts. And from that point on everyone thinks I’m just, like, the worst lightweight ever.

And? To this day? No one will kriffing believe me that I ate five bugs. Like…seriously?? If I was gonna lie about myself for clout, you really think that that’s what I’d be going with?? Ben Solo, the bug-eater???

Anyway…yeah. I present myself before you. Ben Solo, eater of bugs.

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thesassywallflower · 2 years ago

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Of Glitter and Paper

Title: Of Glitter and Paper

Word Count: 1655

Summary: The holidays are a ridiculously busy time so you have to take the time out for a little loving wherever and whenever you can.

Rating: Mature

Tags: Dean Winchester, Female!Reader, Dean x Female!Reader, Domestic!Dean, Dean Does NOT Die In That Stupid Barn, Basically porn with dash of plot, with teeniest, tiniest bit of angst, fluff

Characters: Dean Winchester, Female!Reader, Claire Novak

A/N: Merry Christmas, @thoughtslikeaminefield! ‘Tis I, your Secret Santa! Here is your fic. I so hope you enjoy it. You asked for: “There was no rebar, dean is sober, dean is married with children”. Now I know that I know I kind of ignored the whole no rebar part, but I hope that my slight indiscretion okay. Fingers crossed!

This was written for the @spnfanficpond Secret Santa Exchange. Also this fic is completely unbeta-ed so any grammatical errors, wanton comma abuse and missed words are mine and mine alone. Hope you enjoy!

“Dean!” you gasped. “We have to be quiet!”

“I am being quiet,” he rumbled against your inner thigh, his deep voice sending the faintest of vibrations straight to your clit. “But sweetheart, the real question is, can you?”

You shot him a glare, taking in your undone shirt and bra, and nipples still glistening from his ministrations. Damn it. Your man knew you too well. Until you’d met one Dean Winchester, you’d always been rather quiet during lovemaking, but with Dean? Uff dah, you couldn’t seem to shut up! There was just something about him- “OH!” And just like that you were already disobeying your own order.

Dean’s calloused thumbs gently separated your slick folds, and his tongue (oh that clever, clever tongue) delicately lapped your swollen bud. “Oh lord…” you moaned as you widened your thighs, reaching behind you to grasp the edge of the desk you were sitting on in a feeble attempt to brace yourself. Paper crinkled under your butt and a pair of scissors clattered to the floor.

Dean gave a huff of laughter, his warm breath tickling your aching core and emerald eyes twinkling up at you, “Already breaking your own rule, huh?”

“You just wait until it’s your turn, pal,” you ground out. “I’m going to make you yell so loud the neighbors will be calling the- oh sweet mercy!” Dean’s soft licks had morphed into him wrapping his lips around your clit and suckling as he firmly stroked the bundle of nerves with his tongue.

Fireworks of sensation shot through your body and then back down to your core. Heat pooled and you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. Oh gods, were you going to come already? Dean’s big hands wrapped around your thighs and spread you even wider, giving him better access. His tongue began to flicker from your clit to your tight channel where he began to thrust in an imitation of his cock. Then he turned his attention back to your clit where he would once again suckle. Involuntarily one of your hands shot out and grasped the back of his head as you thrust your hips forward frantically in an attempt to get even closer to that sinful mouth. Dean growled and gripped your hips in response. All it took was that growl to make your climax wash over you like a spring thunderstorm.

Panting you leaned back against the desk, willing your heart rate to calm down at least a few beats per minute. After a few seconds you sat back up, “Okay sir, your turn,” you grinned seductively, reaching for his waistband.

Dean backed away just out of reach causing your brow to furrow in confusion. He gave you a sheepish grin, “Sorry darlin’, as much as I want that gorgeous mouth of yours on my dick, there’s no way I can last.”

“You’re sure- oh you really are sure, aren’t you?” you giggled as he hurriedly worked to unbutton his jeans. The giggle swiftly turned to a moan as he unzipped his pants, and his straining cock sprang free. Your channel tightened and moisture pooled at just the sight of his straining length.

“You okay with this?” he asked between gritted teeth as he palmed himself and stepped forward.

You nodded vehemently and greedily reached out to pull his still denim covered hips between your legs. You took his cock and guided it to your entrance. Dean gripped your hips and in one smooth thrust plunged his entire length into you. You both gasped, and you felt your eyes roll back into your head as he began to stroke into you.

“Dean…Dean…Dean…good, you feel so good,” you babbled as his thrusts pitched upward and rubbed against your clit. “Oh gods, so good.”

“Shhhh sweet girl, shhhh,” he took one of his hands off your hip and carefully covered your mouth, all the while keeping up those maddening thrusts.

In retaliation you squeezed your inner muscles around his cock and his firm ass with your hands at the same time. You then traced each of his fingers with your tongue before giving his ring finger a gentle nip.

With a barely contained groan, he tore his hand off your mouth and crashed his lips into yours. Your tongues tangled in a frantic dance and those measured strokes turned uneven and urgent.

You felt release once again barreling down at you. Everything centered on the multitude of sensations happening at once. His hard body moving against your much softer one, the slick grip of your core on his large cock, his lush mouth moving against yours, and soft gasp he made into your mouth as you raked your nails up his back and into his hair. Then it all fractured in a burst of starlight and you were muffling your cries of release into his neck as Dean roared your name as his own climax hit him.

He rested his forehead against yours as your chests heaved against each other in an attempt to try to get some air back into your lungs. “Who’s breaking the rules now?” you laughed shakily as you pressed a kiss to a spot right above his thundering heart. The same spot where there was a brutal almost perfectly round quarter sized scar. A scar that daily reminded you of how close you came to losing him to a rusty piece of iron in an abandoned barn.

“Worth it,” he chuckled as he dropped a lingering kiss onto your lips before he pulled away and fixed his pants with still trembling hands. You couldn’t help noting those hands with a smug glance. You sorted your shirt and bra and scooted off the desk. After a bit of a shuffling around under scraps of paper, you found your panties under a pile of bags and tape and slipped them on and tugged your skirt back into place.

“Where the hell did all that glitter come from?” he nodded to the red and silver specks creasing your hands.

“Honey, look around us. Besides you know what they say about glitter right? It’s the herpes of the craft world. It finds its way into everything.”

He chuckled, “Alright, alright. Well I suppose it’s time to check on those ghouls out there and see how much damage they’ve done.”

“I can only imagine,” you winced before playfully slapping his ass. “Okay my fearless hunter, time to face the music.”

***

You walked into the living room only to find three sets of curious eyes boring holes straight into the both of you.

“Mommy? What took you guys sooooooo long? We’ve been waiting to start the movie FOREVER!!” Rowena, your ever dramatic six year old asked. Sometimes she took after her namesake a little too much. “Bobby ate almost all the sugar cookies already!”

“Yeah, Mommy and Daddy, what took so long? We thought you were only going to wrap a few presents.” Claire smirked at them from the couch and popped a piece of peppermint bark into her mouth. She’d originally stopped by to say hi and drop off some presents for the kids as she drove back to Sioux Falls for the holidays, but a Plains blizzard had rolled in right as she’d arrived. It looked like they’d have an extra guest for Christmas dinner tomorrow, which you absolutely loved. Your door was always open to all your friends and family.

“Well…” You cleared your throat awkwardly. “Dad’s not very good at wrapping presents so I ended up having to do all of them. That’s why it took so long.”

“But why were you both yelling?” Bobby, their four year old piped up, frosting and cookie crumbs coating his lips and smeared across one chubby cheek.

“Yeah, you were both yelling so loud! Bobby and I wanted to check on you, but Claire said that we couldn’t.”

“I uh- well I-ummm-” you stammered. Christmas Eve was so NOT the time to have this particular conversation. Especially not with Claire “Could Barely Contain Her Gleeful Laughter” Novak snorting at them from her corner. You looked back helplessly at Dean. “Well you see…”

Dean knelt down next to the nest of pillow and blankets your two kiddos had built for themselves in preparation for your annual Christmas Eve movie night and looked into the two sets of curious green eyes so like his. “Guys, we were going to keep this a secret, but since you’ve both been so good, I’ll let you in on it. We were talking to Santa on the phone.”

Bobby and Ro gasped, “You were???”

“Yep, we were. But then we started arguing about who’s turn it was to tell Santa about how awesome you two are. That’s why you heard yelling.”

“Ooooohh, I bet Santa didn’t like that,” Ro gasped.

“He sure didn’t! In fact, he almost took away our presents, but then we told him that we were sorry and that we’d start taking turns talking to him. After that Santa said that we were all good. So that’s why you heard yelling, okay?”

“Okay!” They both chimed and turned their attention back to the Peanuts gang dancing across the TV screen. Whew, by some kind of miracle you’d, well Dean, managed to side step a very awkward conversation.

Dean shot you a relieved grin and walked towards the kitchen in (knowing him) pursuit of more cookies and hopefully a much needed cup of coffee for you. You felt your heart swell with love and gratitude for this amazing man that the universe had seen fit to give you. “He is truly the only Christmas gift I will ever need,” you thought as you snuggled next to Bobby on the pile of pillows.

“Daddy?” Ro piped up. You froze. You should’ve known that Ro wouldn’t let you both get off that easy. “Why do you have glitter all over your bottom?”

“Well shit,” you groaned to yourself with a laugh as you buried your burning face into a pillow. “There goes that Christmas miracle.”

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felixcloud6288 · 1 year ago

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Fullmetal Alchemist Chapter 38

Lin told Al and Winry stuff. I'm glad Lin took off his shoes before placing his feet on the bed.

This is the first time Winry was around when something happened. The danger Ed and Al are putting themselves in is suddenly less abstract. It's been three days since she found out Hughes was dead.

Lust is certain in Gluttony and Envy's skill. Cut to Envy and Gluttony getting beat. With the Gluttony fight, it was fun to pay attention to Private First Class Black Hayate. Not only did he bite Gluttony's shoulder, he also spooked him by jumping and yapping. Then he jumped out of the way when Hawkeye and Fuery opened fire on Gluttony. And then there's his reactions to everything after.

Lan Fan and Lin can both detect the Homunculi. This is the first time we get explicit confirmation they have a Philosopher's Stone in them so now I can say that's what they're detecting. So when the Xing characters start talking about weird sensations about Amestris, a vigilant reader might start connecting some dots.

No matter what he looks like, Lin will always be my babygirl.

Roy was surprised Alphonse showed up so that means Lin bringing him along was not part of the Super Heist. But Al is welcome to join.

When we get these little moments of information exchange, I like to try tracing things back to how did they get the info. For a moment, I wandered how Al knew Envy's name. Al had seen him before when Envy brought Ed's unconscious body from Lab 5, but it took me a moment to remember Ed heard his name and shared it with Al, Armstrong, and Hughes later. So that's how Al got the info. Nobody connected any dots from Envy's transforming powers to Hughes's death though. No one in the car knows Maria Ross was witnessed killing him.

A nice little miscellaneous thing during the car ride and info-sharing scene is we see Hawkeye and Havoc reloading their guns.

Is that a "Cat Crossing" street sign?

Barry's pursuit leads closer to the middle of Central so that means Lab 3 is in the inner city.

Roy uses Barry's rampage as the perfect excuse to head into Lab 3 without needing a warrant or anything. Roy brings up an incident at the penitentiary earlier that day and refers to Barry as the murderer. I wanted to make sure this wasn't some translation error and Roy wasn't referring to the guy who broke Maria Ross out, and I think this is a separate incident because Barry didn't kill anyone there so the perpetrator being a murderer is not applicable. (I mean, yes, Barry is a murderer, but the details of the breakout wouldn't imply that.)

Alphonse seems nervous playing along with Roy's ruse. He's not military personnel.

From this shot when the team splits up, we can tell the hallway is slightly curved.

This is a seemingly irrelevant detail but I'm going to build on this in the next few chapters so keep this in the back of your mind. The room Roy and Havoc find in the long hallway appears to have been to their right.

I hope Mustang and Havoc got treated for potential infections after all this was over because there's no way that water was sanitary.

That move Roy used to break the water down into hydrogen and oxygen, that could just be some Alchemy stuff or he could have been applying a real world technique called electrolysis.

Electrolysis involves channeling a direct current through substance to trigger a chemical reaction that otherwise wouldn't happen. For water, electrolysis requires the current to travel through an electric conductor in the water. Oxygen gathers in the positive side of the conductor while hydrogen gathers in the negative side. If that was what Roy did, then he was likely able to achieve it using something in the room as a conductor and himself as the battery.

He probably wouldn't be able to use it to dry his gloves though since the conductor can't be touching other materials, otherwise the current would flow into them instead.

I wonder if this is an error caused by the translation process. There's a blank pixel on one panel.

Roy does that eye thing a few times but he does it in bursts. His eyes are obscured when he shoots Lust in response to her taunt about Hughes. He does it when she shows her Philosopher's Stone (That was probably shock). He does it when Havoc gets stabbed (shock again). He does it when he grabs Havoc's gun, but not when he shoots Lust. And he does it when he rips her stone out of her body and they go back to normal as soon as he rips it out.

The part where he was shooting Lust to demand information was personal business. The part where he blew her up was professional. And his reaction to Havoc getting hurt made it personal again but he calmed down to make sure he could shoot Lust.

Unlike Greed, Lust is able to use her powers and regenerate at the same time. It might be possible she, and by extension all the homunculi, can wait to regenerate because she was able to lie in wait to ambush Roy and Havoc after being blown up.

And when Lust's stone is ripped out, her body disintegrates only to build a new one around the stone. So the stones are their actual "bodies" and their physical bodies are just vessels for them. Lust commented on what Roy did just before destroying her old body so her memories are stored in the stone.

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Lin most likely told Al about the heist to smuggle Maria Ross out of the country and that Ed was taken away so he could safely give Roy information.

When Ed and company infiltrate the Lab 3 hallway late in the series, Hohenheim takes the same route Roy and Havoc took and got to Father's lair with no trouble. Presumably, this means the door Lust was guarding leads straight to him.

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spamlets-blog · 6 months ago

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sooo long story but

tw grooming

(story below the cut)

i’ll preface this with saying that i was 12-13 at the time of it happening

so basically i was in a discord server, and the adults were WAYYY too comfortable sharing sexual content with minors. and they were really overprotective of it too—when then callout post eventually dropped they got really, genuinely upset that they weren’t able to talk about sexual content in the same channels that had kids.

anyways, i was a regular in the server and fairly close with the server owner. he was 23? 24? potentially 26? i think at the time, and just. yeah, he and his group were simply way too comfortable sharing sexual content explicitly to minors, to the point that any outsider would definitely be able to look in and be like: “hey! what the fuck! why are you sharing that with a 13 year old?”

over time they encouraged me to share many personal details about myself!! which is very bad!!!

on one hand i technically got some very comprehensive sex ed, but on the other hand i got WAY too comfortable sharing sexual information with adults (thus the grooming part, as well as my emotional attachment to the adults in the server that came with it).

and thats the story of how i got groomed on discord

some may argue that it technically may not have been grooming (though i think if you had seen it directly you would think that it was) and may say something like, “maybe they were just some well intentioned adults!” but either way they were wildly irresponsible and also actively giving a dangerous impression to me and the other minors on the server that it was appropriate and okay to share information about our sexual activities to adults on the internet. it took a while to realize that their behavior was completely inappropriate (and potentially illegal), especially to a 12-13 year old.

i thought i was SO COOL for being in an “adult server” talking about “adult topics” and that’s how they got me! that’s how i ended up in that trap! so if anyone ever says “you’re so mature for your age” online you should block them and run the hell away

personally it wasn’t really… traumatic in any sense, it just kind of made me go “i need to be more careful on the internet and maybe not trust adults as much as i used to”. i dont really need any sort of hugs or consolation over it because i kind of don’t really care haha, i hope all the adults in that server get fucked (metaphorically) but besides that i dont really have any lasting bad memories (besides. i mean. the obvious)

anyways, more on the callout post:

it dropped in like. the middle of the day, without any warning. everyone started freaking out, including me, and we all got very paranoid and very defensive. the owner was like “how dare they target a person with a small platform using their much larger one!!” and things like that? and also as i said earlier, all of the adults in the “inner circle” of the server (aka friends with the owner) got incredibly angry about being exposed for talking to kids in a wildly inappropriate manner.

afterwards, they separated the channels into nsfw (adult only) and not nsfw (open for anyone), but they were genuinely so mopey about it. they were genuinely distressed about it. i literally think about this all the time like even ignoring some of the other things there is no reason for any sane adult to be sad that they don’t get to talk about their sexcapades to kids anymore, like what the hell thats insane actually

im fairly sure i was the main focus, since i was the youngest of the minors on the server at the time

one of the things i do think was wildly irresponsible about the callout post though was definitely the fact that one of the victims (i was one of like. 3? 4? maybe 5) had her face as a profile picture, and the burner didnt even bother to censor it. i remember her freaking out in my dms because of it, and to this day i do still think it’s crazy that they did a callout post on someone putting children in danger, and then did something that. well. put a child in danger.

they also shared screenshots that contained a lot of my and other victims personal information in their callout doc, once again something that was endangering and unnecessary.

i think calling out dangerous people in the community was extremely necessary, however they should have put more effort into protecting the victims as well, and if we asked them to take some things down they should have listened (i specifically very much remember the girl asking them to hide her face in the screenshots after the post went out and they said she was “defending the groomer” for asking such a thing (despite being a victim of him herself??)

that was certainly a situation!! and i dont really think back on it much beyond “huh, that happened”

#tw grooming #im so sorry op #just thought i should explain

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wifediaries · 3 years ago

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WINX CLUB INSPIRED OUTFITS: TECNA

wanna dress like your favourite from Winx Club? Heal your inner child by adding some nostalgia into your wardrobe with these ideas.

1. this is definitely for the edgier girls! tecnas fashion channels elements of cyber y2k and matrix punk like edginess whilst remaining feminine! the key is lots of accessories.

2. edgy boots with a feminine skirt and top combo is the perfect way to balance tecnas style.

3. for a softer take on her aesthetic, take it more down the fairy route by pairing knit with florals for the girl next door pixie-esque look.

4. ed hardy and graphic tees are the perfect example of the type of 2000s cyber style tecna would rock irl!

5. if you’re more of a jeans girl, try a strappy and bold top in one of tecnas colours to add her subtle element!

6. with tecnas look, bold colours are your friend. she pairs green with purple— which at first is daunting but can make for a cool-girl aesthetic.

7. trying to find outfits that accommodate green and purple can be super fun! it can be subtle as you like. get creative!

Have fun!

Mimi

#tecna winx club #winx club #pixiecore #fairy aesthetic #cyber y2k #y2k fashion #y2k #2000s fashion #nostalgia

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the-inheritance-games · 2 years ago

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As we get closer to August 30 I’d like to say why Im hoping it’s Gray, and simply put it’s because I truly believe that the story there is deeper than we can see.

I love both Jameson and Grayson. I hated Jameson at first because I thought he was using her but after the Hawthorne legacy I couldn’t believe that anymore but I was still team gray and Avery and Jameson still didn’t make me feel what Avery and Grayson made me feel. But I couldn’t say why. But now that I’ve re read the book for the fifth time and read the team Jameson post and their reasoning I can say it’s because while Avery and Jameson are sweet and it’s clear Jameson does care for her I can’t really say the same for Avery. I’m not going to explain it now but I will if you want.

Avery Jameson to me feels like that distraction. Jennifer Lynn Barnes loves chess and plot twist. I don’t know much about chess but I know that you can distract an opponent with a certain piece and set up your board so they don’t see your winning move until it’s too late. I also know that Jennifer Lynn Barnes has talked about how a lot of the times in Tobias games there where distractions like the dagger that caught the younger boys attention while Nash solved the riddle with the glass ballerina shards.

I think Averyjameson has been the distraction, a cute distraction, and that we’ve all fallen for that cute distraction, while shes been subtly setting up for an Averygrayson ending. Why I think this? Because why has Grayson continued to be an option for Avery. It hurts me to admit but Jameson does seem to be the obvious choice. She’s shared more scenes with him than Grayson and far more time with him overall. Grayson has avoided her most of the time and or acted like he hated her, no matter how much that hurts to admit, but she still somehow fell for him. Even after being with Jameson for months even after he practically admitted he loved her shes STILL longing for him to call. She’s gravitated towards both of them but more so Grayson, I feel. Since the begging both of them have had an understanding of each other and It hasn’t been obvious in those few scenes but I feel like it’s all building up. And I feel like it’ll all come out in the final gambit. The pieces will fall into play, and we’ll see it all clearly for the first time.

There’s something deeper to Avery and Grayson than there is between Avery and Jameson. To see Avery and Grayson you have to read between the lines. To solve the riddle, the puzzle of who is Avery’s endgame you can’t fall for the misdirection.

Idk maybe all the Taylor swift I’ve been listening too and the depressing edits of tv couples who never got together bc of the shizt tv writers (channeling my inner max) is getting to me. Maybe I’m reading way too much into it but I love Avery and Grayson and their story and their love confession would be beautiful and the potential is there. I love Jameson too if I’m still annoyed with him it’s because it means not getting that beautiful full circle moment that I’ve been reading into since that first day in the principles office.

Anyway if you read all that thanks. I needed to just rant bc I’m going crazy not being able to think about anything else but them but I start school the 15th and I need to finish the last 26 hrs of my drivers Ed course this week or my mom will kill me.

#grayson hawthorne #avery grambs #avery kylie grambs #jameson hawthorne #libby grambs #nash hawthorne #the final gambit #the hawthorne legacy #the inheritance games #xander hawthorne #ugh this hurts me #I’m in my feels #Taylor swift the 1 is playing right now and it’s not helping !!

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drabbles-of-writing · 3 years ago

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Mer AU. A notable scar on Amity is one that goes diagonal across her face & messed up her right eye. She got it when she tried to bite her father in a fit of rage & got a sizable slash in return. Em & Ed nearly committed a homicide that day. How she feels about it changes day to day. One day it makes her look unsightly the next she thinks it makes her look rad. Jerbo knew he was big gay when he saw Ed jump out of the water & catch a bird mid fucking air with his teeth. -Punk Anon

Odalia: You attacked your own father! The twins, holding a bleeding Amity: AND I'LL DO IT AGAIN!

Amity's eye didn't get blinded by the attack per say, but its common for it to bug her and moving her eye around too much (like an eye roll or moving her eyes to look around instead of her head) can make things blurry and her depth perception can get a bit off. As far as the twins know she just has a minor annoyance with her eye, they don't know about it being hard to see things with it occasionally or that she rams into things because she can't judge how far away they are. Luz, of course, thinks her scar looks cool as hell. Before she knew how she got it, obviously.

Ed's a feral little bastard and has basically no reason to hunt birds or catch them with his teeth but he does it anyway because he finds it fun and made a game out of it with his siblings when they were younger and it just never stopped. Jerbo's just being lazy in the shallows as seagulls fly overhead and then Ed channels his inner ray or something and LAUNCHES out of the air and nabs one in his teeth. Jerbo is SO MAD how gay got over that it haunts his dreams.

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ravenwolf1132 · 5 years ago

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Remember when I reblogged a post from @everystarstorm about the Multibear and this crossover? Well, this was the idea I had in mind. Basically, after the incident with the Multibear, Dipper realizes that despite being able to talk things out with your enemies and come to a peaceful resolution is preferable, that doesn't mean that there aren't going to be those that won't want to settle down for a chat. So, he wants to be ready, he wants to defend himself. At this point, I wouldn't say he idolizes Steven, but he definitely looks up to him and has seen him fight, so he thinks that Steven would be his best bet to learn how.

Now, Steven being a teacher is a finicky thing. We've seen him coach and lead seminars, but an actual sparring class? I think he'd channel his inner Pearl and Garnet for this, with a little Amethyst for more light-hearted moments. He'd be strict like Pearl, yes, but he'd understand that they are fighting for each other, like he and Connie do. I like to think he'd even bring some meditation into his classes, Garnet would certainly be a believer in "to have a strong body is to have a strong mind" like Izumi from Fullmetal Alchemist.

Honestly, I can see him being a more lenient and kind version of Izumi as a teacher. Definitely not as cruel in his methods, he'd have Steven-style Encouragement the entire time, but he wouldn't just go easy on the twins, knowing first hand what can happen in a fight. I have some more on this particular thought, but that'll have to go in a different post.

The two scenes of Steven sparring with Dipper and Mabel separately are based off of the sparring scene between Edward and Alphonse after Edward's recovery from Automail Surgery. Steven taking the place of Alphonse and the Twins taking the place of Edward.

The bottom scene is based on a picture of Izumi scolding Ed and Al after a practice when they were young.

#steven universe #gravity falls #su gf #su gf crossover #su gf au #crossover #su/gf crossover #dipper pines #mabel pines #my art

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babytortie · 4 years ago

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baby birds

baby birds. ❘ stanley uris x reader.

summary: in which stanley finally breaks and distances himself from the loser’s group. the reader finds him alone and helps him cope to feel better.

warning: lots of fluff. <3

contains: slight mentioning of insecurities.

* all characters ( including reader ) of the loser's club are 15 years old in this one-shot.

~ 2.4k words.

it's been a couple of days since stanley showed up at the loser's clubhouse and the group was getting anxious. the curly haired teen always showed up after school when the group wanted to hang out. recently, he's made excuses for the past three times they've all hung out though.

"where's stan the man at?" mike broke the silence, uncrossing his legs and getting up from the couch to sit by bill instead. previously, he had been sitting with y/n and beverly. somehow but not before banging it around a few times and ben having to fix the walls, they managed to get the couch inside one weekend.

it was a hand-me down from the denbrough's garage. only deemed safe and clean after eddie tore it apart. the cushions and pillows were shampooed, as well as, a finishing touch of spray downs with two cans of lysol.

"maybe ed's mom is cheating on me and he's with her right now?" richie snickered, glancing up at the others from the hammock to see all of them unamused and letting out groans.

in his hand was the newest comic and for the past couple of minutes he'd been browsing through it. although, the tozier teen was not completely paying attention since he was mesmerized with eddie's face. the sunlight peeked through the wooden cracks and all of the asthmatic boy's freckles dusted perfectly along his skin.

the shorter boy was talking with bill who sat a few feet away from them and overheard the lanky boy's comment through mid-conversation. in return, he leaned over from the other side of the hammock and smacked richie's arm. "don't call me eds! how many times do i have to tell you that? also, i already have a nick name and it's eddie."

he swatted eddie's arm away and of course dramatically rubbed his arm a few times. with another occasional adjustment made to his coke-bottle glasses, richie pouted and put his arms up in exaggeration. "oh right sorry about that eddie spaghetti. but i don't know then. y/n?" he asked, automatically assuming you had answers about the curly haired teenager’s whereabouts.

beverly was in the middle of braiding y/n's hair and rolled her eyes. she let go of your strands and quickly smoothed them out. this was making you able to turn face-forward instead of the current side-ways position on the couch that you now only shared with her.

before reacting to the richie's remark, you gave beverly a sympathetic smile. an awfully long minute went by before you finally acknowledged tozier. he was still cackling though and everyone, including you, could tell it was full of nervousness.

"seriously, richie? i've talked to stanley just as much as the rest of you the last couple of days." you stated with a glare then shrugged before leaning back against the couch cushions.

"y-yeah, just bec-cause y/n and stan a-are love b-birds doesn't m-mean they keep tab-bs on each other all t-the time. ri-ight guys?" bill smirked.

beverly immediately put a hand over her mouth to contain the giggles threatening to spill out. she risked her luck and turned to gaze in your direction but you were already taking note of this with an eyebrow raised.

"are you alright there, beverly?" ben asked out of concern. because of her skin complexion, her face was easily able to turn bright red. he hasn't been paying much attention to the conversation with being zoned out into another good story. hanscom's face had been happily stuffed into an interesting book from the library.

"i'm sorry! sorry, it's just stanley and birds. good one bill!" she stumbled over her words from laughter. after a moment of hearing beverly and richie snickering together, like they were high, the others couldn't help but start hollering and whistling too.

"yep, laugh it up. glad to be of service for the jokes of today." shouting playfully which only caused a channeling of an inner-richie. you grabbed the couch arm for balance and stood up. they watched as you bowed twice then sat back down like the tozier teen would have been doing if he were the one in this situation.

the group would always tease you and stan. this causing the both of you to always blush in result and look anywhere in the room but each other while full of embarrassment.

the crazy thing was that what they said was true. neither of you wanted to admit first though and it was just another daily topic for the group. the other six members wished one of you would just open up and discuss the feelings you two bottled inside. no use still and after months of teasing, you nor stanley backed down yet.

"does anybody know where he'd be at right now?" mike paused to take a glimpse at his watch then added, "at four-thirty? he wouldn't go home so soon yet with his dad being off today."

the group was silent, none knew and the fact you and stan had a secret spot was not common shared information either. you contemplated for a moment before thinking what the hell? and just spoke up with a reply before you could take it back. "yeah, in fact i do. i'll see you guys later."

to avoid their stares, you didn't dare catching their reactions. instead taking that time to lean over the side of the couch and grab your backpack from school, lazily putting the straps around your shoulders.

"see, what'd i tell you?" richie smirked, leaning over in the hammock towards bill for a high five who did not return it but had a grin of his own. ben placed a bookmark into the open pages to mark the spot he left off on. after this, he gave beverly a look. this expression was one similar eddie was giving to mike.

"see you later guys!" you bid farewell once more and climbed the clubhouse stairs to venture off. you stifled a chuckle as you started to walk away, hearing them all burst out mixed comments of confusion and excitement.

about thirty minutes of walking later, you reached the woods surrounding the quarry. there was a ridge in the rocks off to the side which lead to a path. one wouldn't notice it from afar without really inspecting the vicinity.

it was about half a mile and stan was usually there with a towel laid out and his back against one of the trees. a perfect crease-free bird book splayed out on top of his lap and a pair of binoculars in the teen's hands.

recently if stanley were home he'd be in his room. with a lock on his door, he laid while reading books front to back and cover to cover. which was probably what he did last night except, the perfectionist took his sweet ol' time. this was to memorize every picture of the birds and the facts about them that was printed across the crisp pages.

before doing anything, you adjusted the long sleeves of the black and white flannel tied around your waist. your chucks nervously toed in the dirt gravel and you let out a deep breath you hadn't realized you were holding. curiously studying stan after that and noticing your prediction wasn’t far off. it was actually almost spot on except the book was nowhere to be found.

"this seat taken?" you asked, pointing towards the empty spot on the towel next to him. the uris teen jumped a bit, probably zoned out on a bird that was perched on the branch a few trees away from where you and stan were.

he looked over to you, a smile gracing his face. "it is now." uris was never bothered by the fact you often crashed the private bird-watching hobby of his. you knew he enjoyed quiet time in complete silence besides the occasional birds chirping. this was how it was found out that you had taken a liking to often just sitting and relaxing with your favorite person.

you started to move quickly by placing your backpack down before either of you could change his mind. with your hands placed on the back of your tied flannel, you crouched down before finding a comfortable position to sit in. then reaching into the bag, you retrieved the water bottle to take a sip.

after putting it back away, you sneaked a peek at him and saw that he was already watching you. your face flushed and you quickly faced away. not wanting to make a big deal of it, you started a conversation instead.

"you ready to talk yet?" you questioned, not wanting to push him but had already gave him a few minutes to gather his thoughts. he was an over-thinker. you knew him so well that almost all of the time, you could practically see the wheels turning in his head.

he watched the bird in the binoculars once more. admiring the red and orange colorful feathers before setting it down on the other side of him. letting out a loud sigh, he pondered. "i don't know y/n. am i a disappointment to you?"

stan? stanley uris? you opened your mouth and closed it again quite speechless with disbelief. disappointment? why would the person who you think is the definition of perfect think that he is a disappointment?"

“no way bubs! never." you stated in the most serious tone you've ever used to reassure him. looking into his brown eyes you noticed a few golden flecks that always caught in the sunlight. stan was a beautiful person inside and out but y/n hoped that he knew that.

"are you sure?" he asked, sheepishly and glanced down at his hands. if stanley couldn’t look you directly into the eyes, there was definitely something wrong. you took this as a chance to open up some feelings of your own and grabbed his left hand with your right, interlocking the fingers.

his breath hitched at the sight and he observed your hands together. a pair that fit perfectly and he felt his heart skip a beat at the thought. being as you were still confused, he took this as an appropriate moment to peer up at your face but he caught your eye again instead.

stan felt tears forming in the back of his eyes. figuring he should just tell you sooner or later, he let you know. "uh, so ever since the bar mitzvah, my dad and i have been distant. i just feel like i’m his disgraced son and a failure all the time."

he half-whispered the whole thing. inside he was feeling so ashamed that he told you this with such a sad tone full of dejection. this was shocking, making you completely quiet for a few moments to process the explanation. the tears had won, prickling and slowly starting to glaze over his eyes. your heart was breaking into pieces at the sight.

"it's been like almost two years though? maybe he doesn't know how to go about the situation. you should just get to the bottom of it and confront him tomorrow stanny." suggesting with a soft smile on your lips.

“i don’t know about that y/n, but thanks.” he chuckled, subtly glancing at your lips before clearing his throat and looking away again. while he watched the area, you rested into the crook of his neck. on the towel between the two of you was your right hand still intertwined with his. your eyes flickered up to scan the tree trunks. you gasped loudly at the sight above and patted stanley’s arm to grab his attention.

the two of you watched the branches above closely, your fingers squeezing his tightly while watching in awe. a bird’s nest was leaned up against the trunk of tree. you and stanley sat in silence to witness it. being as it was so quiet now, the only sounds that could be heard were little chirps coming from it.

“is that baby birds?” you whispered excitedly. rubbing over his thumb with yours. he watched how your face softened in awe. truly appreciating that you enjoyed when he shared this specific hobby with you.

his eyes widened when he finally realized the feeling in his stomach. butterflies. probably a whole zoo full of them. that was how much he liked, no, loved you. he shook his head and snickered at the fact you had the decency to talk quietly. “no need to whisper, y/n/n. we’ve been talking out loud this whole time. so, they won’t leave.”

you giggled; a sound that made him feel all mushy inside. stan loved your laugh and knew that if you asked him to do anything right now that he would in fact do it. smoothly letting go of your hand, he moved it rub your shoulder in comfort.

this was until you felt him slowly replacing the position of his fingers and they were repositioned underneath your chin. tilting your head upwards gently, he whispered softly now. it was almost as if he was scared that if he raised his voice to much, it would ruin the moment. “is this okay?”

the curly haired boy looked into your eyes for reassurance and you stumbled over a response by his sudden rush of confidence. lost in shock by his brown and golden flecked eyes, all you could get out was chopped, raspy response. “of course, bubs.”

stanley leaned in slowly, still a bit afraid you would change your mind. proving him wrong you quickly followed to meet him halfway. his lips finally brushed against yours and you felt his hand rub along your cheek with such delicacy. you scooted closer so you could easily put your hand in stan’s hair and massage his curls. he let out a small moan and smiled into the kiss.

before he pulled away slightly to let the two of you breathe, he rubbed your cheek once more. you kissed both corners of his lips and then his nose. a sweet laugh falling from his lips at the gestures.

you grabbed his hand again, playfully sizing them together and he watched. casually asking, “so do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“of course, i’d love to stanny!” grinning you leaned in to peck his lips once more but it turned into a small passionate kiss instead. after you both pulled away again, he questioned with a smirk. “should we tell the others, babylove?”

you let out a small hum, as if you were thinking of an answer. though, you broke the act with a smirk. one that he caught and snickered already knowing how this was going to go.

it wasn’t a hard decision, seeing as you felt like returning a little pay back of your own from all of the teasing. so, your response was simple. “nope. let’s see how long it takes for them to figure it out.”

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