#DON'T make people bullied for liking snakes make friends with their bullies over a snake!

[purehoneyblossom]

astro obs.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Libras are always expected to give others something. Others always seem to look to them to give them their time, energy, love, affection, hell even their life. Of course they have issues with people pleasing because people naturally want to take take take from them. When they try to establish boundaries, all hell breaks loose leading them to never try to establish them again.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Speaking of Libra, I'm seeing a lot of posts about how *gay* we are lol Which made me wonder and think back on all the times I've had other women who I thought I was in true platonic friendships with fall head over heels in love with me and admit their true feelings to me. First time it happened I was literally in 4th grade.... How do we hetero Libras turn the gayness off or are y'all going off of what is stereotypically gay?

🤸🏽‍♀️ Libra rising are indecisive because when they make a hasty decision or impulsive decision, 9 times out of 10 it blows up in their face. Let them take their time dammit!

🤸🏽‍♀️ + libra rising kids not only experience bullying/jealousy/evil eye from their peers, they'll even experience it from full grown adults.

🤸🏽‍♀️ I saw someone mention that not liking 6th house synastry is because you enjoy toxicity in relationships...and I disagree. I think 6th house synastry depends on the type of relationship and the sign that it is in. For me, the 6th house works more for friendships and professional relationships rather than romantic relationships. As a straight woman, the sign my 6h is in is not ideal for a relationship for me due to other placements in my chart.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Furthermore, what synastry works for you best or what synastry you find to be most romantic is based on you and your chart. Don't let any of these "astrology girlies" pump your head up with bs just because it works for them.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Fellow scorpio placements (esp you scorpio suns) I'm gonna hold your hand when I say this, someone making you aware when you're exhibiting toxic/bad behavior does not equate to them being unloyal or betraying you. You need people around you that'll hold you accountable for the fucked up shit you do sometimes. No, it doesn't make them a snake or mean that they don't love you but my god, get a grip girl and be so motherfuckingly forreal.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Aquarius men aren't the challenge yall think they are... they're just detached. If that is not your style of love, move along.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Lilith energy is for women/feminines. If you are looking at Lilith through a synastry chart, the one who holds that power when it comes to how Lilith is placed is the feminine in the equation (if there is one). Men/masculines are subdued by Lilith. Not the other way around. For example, if a man's Lilith conjuncts a woman's Venus, he won't be able to use that power over her because he will not connect to it and will not know how to use it.

🤸🏽‍♀️ It is SO FUNNY when I read other observations on Libra placements. Its either we are mean girls/bullies or we are fake/people pleasers lmfao As someone with a lot of prominent Libra placements and influence, I have always had to deal with the fake allegations or the bitchy/intimidating mean girl allegations. Its like if we're not kissing ass we are the meanest bitches but if we are trying to make an effort to please everyone, we are people pleasing fake ass bitches 😆 I need y'all to pick a side and stay there when addressing Libras.

🤸🏽‍♀️ To say a venusian ruled person (Libra/Taurus suns, risings, venus) is a copy cat is laughable because they are the ones getting their swag stolen or having people wanting to be their friends to siphon their aura/vibe. Ex: Cleopatra a Taurus sun (Venus) had her "friend" copy her entire style/aesthetic.

🤸🏽‍♀️ I applaud the female/feminine Libras who have given up on pleasing others and have taken on the bitch allegations with pride because fuck these people. Y'all are weirdos who expect pretty women to fit into whatever box you feel like they should to appease your own self esteem. Seek help.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Degrees absolutely have effects on the natal chart and don't let anyone tell you otherwise! You might resonate more with whatever sign rules over the degree of your sign or rising rather than the actual sign that sit in those placements.

🤸🏽‍♀️ I saw someone say that a unevolved Sagittarius man is scared of sex........... while that could be true they are more often than not sexual deviants when unevolved.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Speaking of sagittarius, Jupiter ruled people quite literally NEED Jupiter to help them out and provide them with more luck than the rest of us because these people are the ultimate self sabotagers. They love trouble, they enjoy creating chaos often then not. And Jupiter is always there to put out the fires they start.

🤸🏽‍♀️ You can't really tell anyone what synastry is best for romantic relationships vs which ones you deem worse because at the end of the day it is all about preferences. If you like a familial feel to your relationships, you'll probably like 4th house synastry. However, if you're like me and come from a veryyyy dysfunctional family, 4h synastry will repulse you. So figure out your own vibe and what you like in a relationship and go from there.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Women with prominent sagittarius placements often are seen by outsiders as the "cool" or "fun" moms when really they can be verrrrrry neglectful towards their children. Ask me how I know lol

🤸🏽‍♀️ Saw someone say that Scorpio sun and moon placements can be backhandedly bully people and this is when I have to bring up the issues of generalization when y'all are making these "observation" posts. Any placement has the potential to be a bully. Literally any of them. However, why Scorpio sun and/or moon might stand out is because they can be LETHAL with their words (ex. Tia Kemp - Scorpio sun). Like they really know how to cut somebody up with their words and they are QUICK with it. Kind of like a scorpion with their tail. So be mindful and don't take it there with them if you can't keep up because you'll need therapy after they get done with you.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Scorpio moon women are either resenting other women or being resented by other women. It can go either way.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Gemini women are the ladies that look a mess 99% of the time and I like that about them.

[aelxnox]

TIRAMISU

Doing a cooking vlog with Sevika. Fluff. NOT PROOFREAD

"Hey, guys! Today we're going to make my favourite dessert—Tiramisu!" you cheeked at the camera, your hands up in the air in excitement. The live chat went crazy, saying how adorable you looked and how your smile made them feel dizzy.

Sevika was behind the camera, out of sight, a smile etched to her face at how much you seemed to be shining.

You glanced up at her and quickly waved her over with your hand, "Come on, baby! Say hi." you giggled and she pushed herself off the wall to walk over to you.

"This is my girlfriend, Sevika." you introduced her and she smiled. She was not unknown. Your fans knew her because she appeared in your livestreams before. You read the chat and saw one that made you cackle, "No! Oh my god, it is not a strap on." you laughed, the comment referring to Sevika's thong peeking out of her sweats.

She gasped and quickly pulled up her pants, eyes wide when the chat teased her about apparently wearing her strap on. "Oh, come on! I'm not wearing a fucking strap. That's my thong! My boxers were dirty." she grumbled, face heating up when you continued to laugh at her.

Your laughter subsided after a while and you snaked your arms around her, pulling her close. "Come on, guys. Don't tease my baby anymore. I promise we'll do the laundry after this." you wiggled eyebrows and pressed a kiss on Sevika's cheek.

"Okay. We're not just making tiramisu today, but we're also answering some of the questions you sent on my Instagram!" you announced and pulled away from Sevika to fish your phone out of your pocket.

She went out of frame for a moment to get what you need. "So first question is very cliché. How did you two meet?" you read the question and set your phone on the counter when Sevika came back.

"Hmm.. we actually met at the pier. I was fishing with my friends and Sevika was fishing alone, and-" you got cut off when you wheezed, remembering the hilarious encounter. Sevika's eyes narrowed at you, as if threatening to do something if you told the story.

"She- hold on. She tried to take a picture with the giant fish she caught but it ended up wiggling. It hit her phone and fell into the water!" you snorted, eyes watering and cheeks red from your uncontrollable laughter. You clutched your stomach, Sevika now standing infront of you with an amused look on her face.

"I'm sorry! That was just so funny!" you smacked her arm and she rolled her eyes at you. "She bullies me. All the time." she huffed, flesh hand now above her heart and acting hurt.

The chat got crazy. Some laughing at Sevika and some teasing her about it. "No, I don't! But you were really cute. I'm sad about your phone though."

She smirked and looked at you, "Me too. I had my bitches' nudes in there."

Your face dropped and you immediately shoved her away, feeling annoyed. You side-eyed her and it was now her turn to laugh at your angered face. "Don't be like that. You know your nudes are my favourite." she scrunched up her nose and pulled you closer, her face nuzzled up in your neck.

You tried squirming away but she only tickled you, making a smile break out on your face. You forced to scowl but failed when she kissed your pulse, causing you to shiver.

"Ok, ok, stop! Enough!" you giggled. Sevika pulled away with a smile and pecked your lips, the chat filled with people saying how cute the two of you were.

"You're so easy to annoy."

You rolled your eyes and pushed her away. "Whatever." you stuck out your tongue and faced the camera. "Ok! Let's actually make the tiramisu now because I'm craving it for weeks!" you groaned.

"You always crave that shit." Sevika scowled, her face forming into something disgusted. "You always do too." you said and she raised a brow, "Huh?"

"You always want to eat it from my pu-"

"Woah! TMI! TMI!" she clamped her hand over your mouth and you giggled, seeing the panicked look on her face. Sevika frowned at you and narrowed her eyes at the camera, "I think we'll make the tiramisu another time."

[theoriginalkaminari]

Izuku Midoriya x reader with a quirk like Toge Inumaki's cursed technique!

(Do not repost or reblog pls)

So basically you posses the "Snake Eyes and Fangs" quirk! You have little black spirals on your tongue and around both sides of your mouth. Your quirk allows you to infuse your words with cursed energy to improve the spirit of your commands, forcing all who hear it to obey.

However, you choose not to speak in a conventional manner in order to protect people from your quirk. Speaking in rice ball ingredients makes it difficult to understand you, and people usually don't have the patience to learn to communicate with you. Which means you don't have friends. Sorry.

You've gotten used people giving you weird looks and side glances. All throughout your childhood, you were constantly teased or bullied. It was even hard for your parents to understand you. Most of the time they dismissed your wants and needs because it was hard for you to communicate them.

So decided to push your feelings aside and focus on becoming a hero. And the person you wanted to be like was none other than Present Mic. He used his voice to fight bad guys! And he had funny hair, so that was a plus to you. He was everything you wanted to be. Confident, loud, and accepted.

When you were around thirteen years old, you moved away from Shibuya and to Musutafu, where you began to attend Aldera Middle School. It was pretty much the same as all schools, only there were rumors of a quirkless boy attending the school.

You assumed these were rumors because you had never seen the quirkless boy. You thought he was a myth. Until one day, you saw a blonde kid standing over a green haired boy. The blonde kid seemed angry, and was shouting hurtful things at him.

This bothered you. So you lowered the scarf that covered the lower half of your mouth, and spoke a command.

"Leave."

The blonde boy had no choice, and suddenly left. The green boy looked over at you in surprise. He quickly got to his feet dusting off his uniform.

The boy had messy green hair, soft green eyes, and a few freckles on his cheeks. He wears a nervous expression as he looks at you. You simply cover the lower half of your face with your scarf, and turn to leave.

Until the boy calls back to you. "U-uhm!" He calls, stepping forward a bit. "Wait, please!" You're a bit surprised, but turn back to him, tilting your head to the side.

"Thank you." He smiles softly. "I didn't expect Kacchan to just leave like that.." the green haired boy says, looking back to the place where the blonde kid was. Was Kacchan his name? Then he looks back at you, his green eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Was that your quirk that you used on him?" He asks, stepping closer to you. You nod, a bit confused. Why was he so eager? Weird.

"That was amazing! What is your quirk, exactly?" He beams, stepping closer. This was a bit of an awkward situation. You couldn't really answer him, but at this point, you carried a paper with you that says everything you know about your quirk on it. So you decide to give him that.

He seems a bit confused, but takes it and reads it. You can see the curiosity and wonder sparkle in his green eyes. He finishes reading and looks at you. "Your quirk is amazing!" He proceeds to ramble about how amazing it is for three minutes.

Eventually, you put up a hand to stop him, and he silences. "Sorry." He smiles nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "So...you can only speak in...rice ball ingredients?" He asks. You nod again. "Salmon." You reply. His eyes sparkle and he beams. "Does that mean yes?" He asks, and you nod again.

He suddenly pulls out a notebook and begins to write in it. You both spend at least an hour making translations for your speech.

Salmon was yes, Bonito Flakes was a negative response or just no, Kelp is used as a greeting. Mustard leaf is used to express concern. Tuna is as to say: look! And Tuna Mayo is used to say to do something.

Ever since that day, you and Izuku Midoriya have been bestfriends. You often defended him from this..'Kacchan' character. And he brought you over at his home a few times. His mother, Inko, did her best to try and communicate with you, and she treated you like her own kid.

Izuku eventually developed feelings for you. Everything about you made him happy, and he found himself wanting to be near you at all times.

So, he gathered up the courage to tell you his feelings. He waited until you both had a moment alone, and took his shot. He quickly confessed, rambling nervously about how much he cared and loved you, and wanted to become heros with you.

To silence his ramble, you leaned forward, pulling your scarf down, and connected you lips with his in a sweet and gentle kiss.

Izuku felt his face heat up quickly. It took him a few seconds to realize what was happening, but then slowly leaned into the kiss. He cupped your cheeks with his hands and your hands rested on his shoulders.

The kiss lasted for a few seconds, beforw you both pulled away slowly. Izuku smiles softly. "I'm in love with you..." He says in a soft voice, as if he didn't say it enough. You chuckle softly and look him in the eyes. The two of you kiss for a bit longer.

Izuku's favorite part of yoir relationship together is how you enjoy listening to him ramble. Izuku enjoys holding hands, and when you press gentle kisses to his scars or freckles. Izuku likes to kiss the black spirals on your cheeks, and sometimes when you guys makeout, he does his best to trace the outline of the black spiral on your tongue.

Izuku has definitely become happier and more confident since the two of you started dating. After all, you mean everything to him.

Until one day, his whole world fell apart.

The League of Villains found put you were important to Izuku, and took you away from him. They tore your vocal cords out. Then burnt your body. And sent it to U.A as a threat.

Izuku never felt so sad and alone.

You ment everything to him. He loved you.

Why did you have to die?

So he took Bakugou's old advice, and took a swan dive off the building, wanting nothing more but to reunite with you.

To his disappointment, his friends saved him.

Izuku kept the scarf you used to wear on him at all times. It still smelled like you. And it was the only thing he had left of you.

Izuku could never forget you. Never.

And he got his revenge. Dabi was the one who burnt you, so his head now stands on a spike as a warning to the rest of the villains.

Izuku loved you. And he shows his love by killing every villain that crosses his path without a single thought.

He was eventually expelled from U.A for his actions, and he became a villain himself. He became the very thing he swore to destroy.

And he didn't regret a thing.

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

The Future

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes (a hint of Stucky x reader)

Summary: Follow on from The Dream and The Return. 513 got home. 616 completed her mission but what about our reader? And why is it their children?

Warnings: Multiverse travel (if that's a warning???), fertility issues, magic.

Trope: Friends to lovers, idiots in love, brooding and not sharing how they really feel.

"They'll be another threat. Bigger than Thanos, bigger than anything any of us have faced."

"But it won't be us that faces it will it?" Wanda asked knowingly.

"Who then?" Steve asked.

"Our children."

"Hang on, so you're saying it's our kids?" Asked Steve.

"It looks that way." Tony said pouring himself another drink.

"You're saying OUR children, some of us here can't do that." Bruce replied, as him and Nat reached for each other.

"Do you mean all of us?" Wanda asked, her voice inquisitive. Neither Stark or Strange answered. You watched as Vision squeezed her shoulder softly, as she looked up at him full of hope. Nat and Bruce were tearful. Sam frowned and ran his hand down his face. You glanced at Steve and Bucky to find their jaws set hard.

"Well?" You asked. Stephen and Tony exchanged a look but said nothing, Tony took poured another drink. At that point the calm Y/N disappeared and the one hostiles met on the battlefield made an appearance. You stormed over to Tony grabbed his drink from his hand and smashed it against the wall. You swiped the top of the drinks cabinet, sending the bottles and glasses that sat on top of it to the floor. The cabinet itself soon following it. You turned to Tony who held his hands up in surrender, Stephen Strange on the other hand, had other ideas and opened a portal straight back to Bleecker Street.

"That's my cue to leave."

You acted quickly and used your powers to push the energy from the portal into Strange, closing it and sending him across the kitchen. He landed in a heap.

"I didn't know you could do that." He muttered.

"There's a lot you don't know about me Strange." You replied as you strode over. "And just like the big guy, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry."

You were about to pick him up again when Wanda appeared at your side. She squeezed your hand and gave you a knowing smirk. She raised her hands and started to use her powers as you mimicked her actions. Her red mist began to mix with your blue energy and you slowly sent it towards Stephen, like a snake seeking out his prey. The colour seemed to drain from his face and he held his hands up.

"No more riddles Doctor." Wanda told him, her accent thick. "You know of our future, of what will happen to our children. That doesn't seem fair. Talk or we'll make you."

"And if they don't, I will." Came Natasha's voice as she appeared at your other side. "And it'll hurt just as much, just in a different way."

"You know some people would call this bullying." Tony quipped.

"Man, shut the hell up and drink some coffee." Sam replied.

"Fine, but this on you. If the TVA turn up again...." Strange told you.

"If the TVA turn up again I'll speak to them myself. I have plenty to say about them making Y/N think I'd sleep with Sharon." Steve answered, as he moved around you to pull Stephen to his feet. He pulled him up but gripped him harshly and whispered through gritted teeth. "Don't think I'm gonna let you leave here without fully explaining what's happening to our kids. You lie so much as once and I'll let those three at you, got it?"

Stephen nodded.

"Perhaps we should go down to a meeting room." Vision suggested.

"No." Steve ordered. "We'll do it here, less chance of anyone trying to slip away."

"I didn't try to leave." Tony pointed out.

"No but you're a drunk again. Well done." Nat quipped knocking him into the couch.

"I'll make coffees." Sam said.

A few minutes later you were all sitting on the couch, steaming coffees on the table that the large u-shaped sectional surrounded. Bucky had thrown a blanket over your legs and placed his hand in yours. Steve, who sat forward at your other side, spoke first.

"Let's try this again. I want the full story. No riddles, no half-assed tales."

"Maybe they should recap first, make sure it's the truth." Bucky added, squeezing your hand.

"What Tony said is true. I did connect Y/N consciousness to that of 513 and 616. To her it would seem like a dream within a dream. There was a slight side issue in that the two of you were also connected."

"How did that even happen?" Asked Bruce.

"The three of them share a deep connection, something that they haven't explored yet, but it is there, deep routed in their conscious and subconscious state."

Steve glanced back at you and Bucky. The latter looked straight back at him, and then down at your hands entwined, the spot were your eyes were fixed to. You let out a shuddered breath and looked up at Stephen.

"So 513 finds her way back?"

"Hopefully, yes."

"She was missing in action. 616, the team she was with didn't think 513 was there, why?"

"The snippets of the universe they saw, well, you weren't there. They didn't see you."

"But I told them to stop, well, 616 she told them to stop. Why? What were they doing?"

"They were looking at other options."

"Other options?" Steve asked.

"The TVA, well, their agent made mistakes and 513 Y/N shouldn't have been missing as long as she had. It caused a branch and the team was slowly starting to fall apart, and their universe wouldn't have been far behind. Their version of Tony and I discovered the multiverse, and saw that you aren't together here, and in 616, so they thought they'd fill the gap with another version of you."

"They were going to take her?" Steve asks. Stephen nodded.

"The TVA were tracking what was going on as they tried to get a handle on what their Agent had done. They thought the best thing to do was to tell us and 616, sending the other you in."

"Why her and not me?" You asked.

"They have a better working relationship with Hank Pym."

Tony scoffed. The team nodded in understanding.

"Well, that explains it." Steve answered sarcastically, before running his hand down his face and sitting back further on the couch.

"But why didn't they just go themselves? Why didn't the TVA just go there and tell them off themselves." You asked. Stephen didn't answer immediately.

"They already did, didn't they." Wanda replied. "But you are the same in every universe, you don't listen."

"So they sent our girl because it'd shake 'em?" Sam asked.

"Well if someone's missing in action, presumed dead and they suddenly show up, or you think they do, it's gonna leave anyone rattled." Nat added.

"So, 513 finds her way back or they find her. What about 616?" You asked.

"Their branch seems to have been snipped." Strange responded.

"So, she told them then? How she felt? After Steve, well me there, had told her too." Steve asked.

"I can't say exactly, but on the device they gave us, everything seems to be on track."

"Device?" Steve asked. Bucky huffed.

"You're still keeping things from us." He mumbled.

You stood abruptly and wandered over to one of the windows. Bucky went to follow but Steve but out his arm to stop him.

"Give her a second."

"Why us?" You asked. "Why me? Why's it so damn important?"

"Have I not been clear?" Stephen replied.

"Not particularly." Nat pointed out, as she sipped at her coffee.

"You're saying it's me, but why me? Why not Sharon or another agent or someone else enhanced even? Why me? I don't see why I'm so important, because I'm not. Not in the grand scheme of things."

Steve and Bucky both went to interject but were stopped by Tony's quiet words.

"You went for the head."

"What? What do you mean?" Steve asked.

"Thanos." Vision replied. "That's the second time you've mentioned them going for the head."

"It was Y/N that shouted it right?" Sam asked. "I remember hearing it on the comms."

"And those that didn't?" Bucky asked.

"Their universes take a different path, some which they may never recover from." Stephen told you.

"Y/N." Wanda said softly. "How did you know to take his head?"

"Something about the energy from the gauntlet. He had the Time Stone. If we didn't stop him he could just try over and over again. If we took his arm he could use the other or get one of his minions to do it. It was best to just kill the bastard." You paused momentarily. "When I see energy, when I feel it, I can tell who's good or bad. What's dark and what's light. That day, the day of the battle in Wakanda, I only knew Natasha, but I could see how you cared for one another, how fierce and determined you all were, how much you loved each other. With him it was nothing but darkness, nothing but anger and hatred for everything and everyone. Each one of us carries something dark, whether we want to admit it or not, but he was nothing but pure evil. The Mad Titan is too kind a title, even the devil himself doesn't have a space for someone like that. It was better that we killed him." You paused briefly again. "Why us? Why do we get to know all this? Why not tell the other universes? Why our children?"

"There is something in every universe that makes us different." Vision told you all. "But there are also elements that make us the same. From what Stephen and Tony are saying, the relationships are the common and connecting factor. Our behaviours differ, our actions, or the other versions of us. It's why some didn't fair well against Thanos and we did. It's not just OUR children is it?"

Stephen shook his head.

"It's our children in every universe. The relationships are important in this because of the children born from them. The TVA's visit proves that. We have to be together in every universe, because there are multiple to protect. Multiple universes. Multiple options." Vision continued.

"Multiple teams." Steve said quietly.

"And the best to lead them is the strongest in the multiverse." Stephen said.

"And that's us, well our kids, why? Because we beat Thanos?" Steve asked.

"Because we'll prepare them. That's it isn't it? It's not just Thanos. You're telling us to prep them, because in the dream the others didn't know. The other me was just telling them to stop messing around with the multiverse." You said.

"I don't want my kids turning into killing machines. I don't want them going through what I did." Bucky told you.

"Well, we have no choice." Tony said.

"I don't want them turning into that!!" Bucky snapped.

"Bucky. This is much more real for Tony then it is for any of us right now." You told him.

"What do you mean?" Steve asked. Still at the window, you glanced back at Tony, who turned to return your gaze.

"You know?"

"I do."

"Who else?"

"I do." Wanda added.

"So do I." Nat added. "And it wasn't from Pepper before you go complaining Stark. These two can tell with their powers. I held her hair back last week when she threw up."

"Pepper's pregnant?" Bruce asked.

Tony nodded.

"Then the process has begun." Stephen said.

"This isn't a war plan Strange! It's not a strategy!! This is our lives! Our children's lives. So what? We pump out a dozen kids between us and send them into battle in twenty or thirty years? Where are we in this? What the fuck are we doing? Making them lunch? Cutting up oranges for half time? Throwing out water bottles?" You snapped.

"It's unlikely in this line of work that any kids, that any of us had, however we have them, wouldn't just walk around untrained though right?" Bruce pointed out.

"How so?" Steve asked.

"Well, I know for a fact that if Nat and I were somehow to have them, or if she was godparent to any of your kids, she'd be training them in self defence, and Bucky I know you don't like the idea of this but you'd do the same. If they've got powers, they have the girls. They want to fly with robot wings? Uncle Sam. Make an iron suit? Uncle Tony." Bruce continued.

"But where are we in all of this? I couldn't just let them go like that." You started to rant. "What, we just standby and watch them go and fight? Where are we? What are we doing in all this? Sure we'll be older but...."

"Y/N." Wanda interrupted, sensing you were starting to spiral, she stood and took a step towards you. The two of you had spoken about the chance of children. If it would be possible for her and Vision. How your children would be changed by your enhancements. How deep your feelings for Steve and Bucky run. If any of you would get a happy ending. She took another step but stopped abruptly and swayed. She grabbed at her head and let out a gasp, dropping to her knees. Vision was at her side in an instant. You and Nat moved towards her. She gasped again and grabbed for your hand.

A vision flashed before your eyes. Whatever Wanda could see, you could now see it too. You'd practiced combining your powers before but nothing like this.

Whatever you were seeing and wherever you were, it was dark. Like you were standing in the middle of a galaxy with very few stars. You were stood in front of a row of portals, similar to those Strange and Wong could create but also somehow different. On the other side of the portals were lines and lines of troops. Steve stood talking to them pointing at the portals and giving orders. Catching sight of their uniforms you see they are mix of international Special Forces. They nod in understanding and stand weapons drawn, ready for a fight. Steve turns towards you and steps through the portal. He's older, and his hair is scattered with grey. His beard has returned and also shows his signs of aging, along with the lines around his eyes that still sparkle blue. You turn and look for Bucky but instead spot Wanda a few metres away. She's talking to someone.

A young man, no more than his mid-twenties, with dark hair and Wanda's eyes. Wanda's cupping his face with her hands and he hugs her tightly.

"This is our fight Mom, you have to let us do this."

She speaks to him in Sokovian, telling him to remember everything he's learnt and to come back to her. There are other people milling around some you recognise as your friends and found family, and some you don't, but they somehow feel familiar. Bruce is talking to someone who's a younger and smaller version of the green side of him. Nat's talking to two women, one blonde and one brunette. They are not as young as the others but they are younger than you, and it feels oddly like you know them. Sam is talking to a young woman with his smile. There's a woman in a suit that's a more updated version of Tony's. She's hundred percent his daughter, but there's no sign of Tony.

When Steve reaches you he slips an arm around your waist and kisses you head as you lean into him.

"Buck still prepping the kids?"

You follow his line of sight and look over your shoulder and further into the darkness and see Bucky. His hair is longer again and flicked with grey, as is his beard. You watch as he talks firmly to the group in front of him. They nod in return. They're a mix of four young men and a young woman. They look close in age and two of the boys and the girl looking like a combination of you and Steve, with the remaining very much you and Bucky. They look towards you then and one who you'd guess is the oldest, and the image of a younger Steve Rogers looks right at you.

"Stay there ma, and listen to the old man." He says nodding at Steve.

Steve scoffs and mutters something to you about kicking his ass. There's an explosion in the distance and those near you rush to take their positions. Bucky and Steve usher you to cover the portals as you look back at your children and the children of your friends as they run towards the fight. Some run and some fly, and you feel the pull of anxiety in your chest. You catch sight of the other versions of yourself, the others and their children as they take their positions.

Once in position Steve's voice rings out.

"Hold the line!!!"

You look up and see who you now know as Wanda's son, looking back at you he nods and mouths.

"You hold the line."

Then you hear your son's voice.

"Avengers!!!"

At that moment you're thrown backwards out of the vision and back to the others, where you find you and Wanda are still holding hands, heaped together on the floor.

"What the hell happened?" Steve asks, his arms around you.

"My son." Wanda replied, voice wrecked with emotion. Vision held her tightly.

"Sweetheart?" "Doll?" Steve and Bucky said simultaneously.

"We hold the line." You said in a whisper, that only Bucky and Steve could hear.

"What did she say?" Nat asked, concerned by what she'd just witnessed.

Steve pulled you into his lap, as you and Wanda finally released hands. Bucky moved quickly, grabbing the blanket you'd left on the couch and wrapping you in it.

"We hold the line, that's what we do, we hold the line."

Fancy a cuppa? My Ko-Fi.

[tarotmundomonde]

What's next in your life?

for the next 3-5 weeks.

pick a number 1-5 OR

1.🫨 Let's see, what's next in your life, pile 1. First is perseverance. You will be tested and the only way to overcome the situation and challenges is through perseverance. Because it will persist, and you will have to become stronger. Don't give up, do your work and have healthy boundaries! Secondly, you might go on a trip to see someone or someone is coming to see you. This person could be someone, who has romantic feelings for you. Otherwise, it could be a business trip, if your job includes travelling. Nonetheless, it looks positive. If not, maybe it's a relative. It looks like you are also dealing with a more difficult situation or will be. You will need to work on heart chakra healing. It looks like hurt feelings, it looks like someone could be mean to you on purpose, so you'll need to rise above it and do the heart chakra healing. It looks like it won't be just a small passing by situation, because next came isolation. You might feel like isolating yourself, but rather because it looks like someone will be planning to make this happen. Someone will be plotting behind your back and then poof. To be honest, it looks like some degree of bullying, this is someone mean. They want to make you feel like people are against you. They could be falsely accusing you of something, telling people lies about you, even breaking stuff or sabotaging your work or blaming you for things. No wonder that message about perseverance came out. They won't give up, but that doesn't mean you can't overcome this. You will need to become smarter. Don't share your next plans with them, perhaps you could surprise them. I mean something like not giving them a reaction. So you might be experiencing a moment of loneliness and darkness. You will need to draw the line and learn how not to be influenced and affected by all that negativity. Look at how you can grow wiser from all this. It looks like a lot of bs is happening behind your back. Perhaps you need to learn, how to isolate that situation, so that it cannot mentally drain you.

2.🪴 Let's see, what's next in your life, pile 2. Growth. It looks like there is a wish/dream you have and that it requires hard work. If you really want it, you can't give up, you'll have to be patient and keep working on it. You might need to grow a thicker skin. You also need to stop comparing yourself to others. It looks like you are surrounded by snakes, lots of competition. But stop, the only thing that matters is what you want and you are you. Period. You will also be releasing some difficulties, overcome some challenges. To be honest, it looks like good karma, like it's divine timing that things are improving for you. If you are growing plants, flowers or food, it will blossom, it will grow. In general, wherever you put in the effort and time, you will see results.

3.😵‍💫 Let's see, what's next in your life, pile 3. Confusion. It will be a good time to take a step back and just observe, what's happening. People might be trying to confuse you with their actions, but it looks like things will come to light, so be patient and keep your eyes open. The cards are also talking about caution. Are you the type to sneak out to go out with your friends? You might get caught. Anyhow, caution. For some, this could be about the 18+. Remember that it is your body. Another message coming through is possible weight gain. It looks like you will be thinking about your weight and health, maybe trying a new diet. You will also have mental clarity over your actions and what you want and need to do, the actions you will be taking, your next steps. Then there is this message about innocence. It looks like clearing someone's name, reputation. Whether it is that you didn't do something, you are innocent or someone else is. Another message coming through is to clean your room, clean your space.

4.🍳 Let's see, what's next in your life, pile 4. Mysticism, mysteries. It looks like you could be curious about someone or something happening in your environment/surroundings. For example you met someone with a cold exterior and you wonder, if they are actually a nice person, if you got to know them. The cards also talk about you focusing on your free time and bringing the balance back into your life. It looks like you will be doing some detoxing, perhaps some lifestyle changes or diet. It also looks like there will be some longterm new beginning, for example it could be a new apartment. There will be a focus on future plans. And trust. It looks like there will be some movement, because of some new beginnings and it's all brand new, so all you can do is trust. It's also possible that maybe you'll ask for some kind of help from someone and you don't know them, so you wonder, who you can trust.

5.🧩 Let's see, what's next in your life, pile 5. Creation & creativity. Maybe even throwing a party or decorating a room. There will also be uncertainty. Maybe about your studies. It kinda looks like you'll be seeking a counsellor's advice or in general asking for someone else's opinion. It also looks like you might be seeking company, be it romance or friends. However, it looks like now is a good time to rather focus on yourself and on raising your vibration. Again a message about a counsellor, teacher, guide or it could be even a family member. It looks like you want to master a skill or perfect your work. Patience will be required as well. There will be some transformation going on, some kind of transition phase and you will need to be patient with it.

[1-800-local-slut]

Home Is Where The Heart Is (Or Where's There's No People)

Klaus Mikaelson x Black! Fem! Shy! Reader

Reader is Klaus's girl friend. In public, she's shy the moment they get behind closed doors there's no stopping her

I don't know if this counts as a collab, but I'm going to count it as such. I couldn't have written this without @sublimecatgalaxy writing this beautiful work. Go check it out, it's so good omg. I hope you guys like this one and thanks again to @sublimecatgalaxy for letting me write this based off your work!

Warnings: Drinking, sophisticated party, nude painting, reader is horny at the end, allusions to smut, reader is really shy in public, this is a bit short, reader is a bit questionable, smutty thoughts, reader is thick, not a warning but I don't specify what the reader is, make no mistake the reader is a black woman, even tho I lowkey bully Marcel in this make no mistake that is my man, reader teases Klaus and calls him a whore lol

(No srsly, go check out this story it was actually wonderful)

Request are also open if anyone wants to send anything!

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"I just wanted a burger." She frowned, staring at the mirror while Klaus helped slide her body into her dress. Deep sadness and exhaustion reflected in her eyeballs, the same sadness that had been ever-present since Klaus reminded her of their party.

A peace offering with Marcel, which she argued was pointless and declared she could miss. Klaus naturally needed to object! How could he show up to such an event and not bring the most gorgeous person in the world with him? That and he needed another person who could agree with (mostly) all his judgments

"Once we make our way through the riff-raff we can stop on the way home." The custom gown was slid onto her body now, and it highlighted all the best parts of her. All the parts Klaus loved.

"I won't want to stop on the way home, I don't want to go outside in the first place. I hate these parties and I don't want to see Miss Tagrot. Oh God, I can't stand that woman, why does Marcel invite her everywhere? Don't tell me he's sleeping with that thing."

He smirked, smugly, once he turned out of her line of sight to button his sleeves properly. She didn't want to be around anyone besides him and selfish as Klaus was he was overjoyed by this.

She stepped off the small platform she was on that was surrounded by mirrors after a quick look over herself. She looked stunning like she was straight out of history. The dress hugged her figure, and her wig was styled into a gorgeous updo with two pieces of hair framing her gorgeous features.

Klaus needed to call their driver. He stole a glance out of their large bedroom windows after leaving their walk-in closet. Ass hitting the sheets, he shut his eyes for a brief moment to inhale. He could still smell the mix of their scents. A mixture of sweetness and the forest. Once he grabbed his phone off the dresser he let his mind wander.

His ears focused on the sound of the cars outside in his city. The people going about their business, the vampires hunting for a meal. How many of those cars were driving to the very place he was soon to be? How many would be at Marcel's little gathering (which is certainly pointless knowing Marcel and Klaus) tonight?

Suddenly her arms wrapped around his broad chest, and she overtook him. The bed sunk as she crawled onto it, and he felt her soft, long gloves snake around him. Her scent, her feel, everything. She was whispering in his ear, pressing soft kisses to his neck.

How was a man to resist in the face of such beautiful temptation? Don't ask Klaus, he could hardly manage right now.

"Klaus, let's stay home. I'll let you paint me naked again." She whined in his ear, bringing her nails up to his head. Scratching the back of his ears, she wanted to stay home.

"You don't have to lie, I know you like it when I look at you naked." Turning his head, his eyes connected with hers. His eyes found their way to her full lips, and he knew what needed to be done. A soft kiss to her lips and the idea of missing all the possible chaos and creating issues was looking more and more enticing. Staying home and stripping that gown off her sounded so, so much better.

He wouldn't be Klaus Mikaelson if he didn't show up fashionably late, and make an entrance. Blue eyes met dark ones with a buzz of excitement. Klaus fixed their bodies onto the mattress, where she was now flat on her back and Klaus towered over her. The spark in her eyes and the smirk across her lips told Klaus that she won. She won and she knew it, the little minx.

When her arms wrapped around his neck, Klaus dipped down to kiss her again. She ghosted her fingers over the nape of his neck drawing a little pattern.

He couldn't help himself and took advantage of the slit in her dress. While he ran his hand up her thigh and gave a healthy squeeze, Klaus's mind and heart were racing. How could have even thought about going to this party when his girlfriend was here, looking like a gorgeous blast from the past? As if she came straight out of the 1920s with improvements made to the dress that suited her style.

Her hands took a small squeeze at his ass, and Klaus chuckled. Then he was lying down right on top of her, grinding his hips into hers. He could taste tongue as they continued their foreplay.

She overwhelmed his senses so well that Klaus didn't hear Elijah walking up the steps until he knocked on the door. At first, he thought he was having an auditory hallucination but then she cut her eyes sharply to the door.

"What?" She snipped. That just made his suit pants even tighter.

"Sorry to interrupt, but there's a driver here for you two." Elijah chuckled. Of course, Elijah probably heard their passionate kisses and shared shuddered breaths.

"Of all the bloody things, I can never just stay home. Tell him we'll be out in a moment." Klaus crawled off her, wiping the smears of lipgloss off his face. He certainly smears her colored lip makeup all over his face.

"What happened to just wanting to stay home?" Klaus chuckled while she tried to fix the back of her hair.

"We can't just be rude, the drivers already come. It would be different if Elijah never told us but now I feel bad. The poor man is just trying to do his job." She muttered and ran her fingers across his chest. Klaus was perched at the edge of their mattress, and she was sitting up against the pillows, pulling him in like a spider catching a fly. That wicked smirk came across her face again and she brought her face closer to his.

Her eyes met his while she admired the smeared makeup on his face.

"You look like a whore. My whore." She snickered in his ear, running a hand over his thighs just short of where he needed her. He smiled, knowing this was going to be a hard night. Pun intended.

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She gripped him like a bad habit that you couldn't shake no matter what you tried the moment they stepped out of the car. She was Klaus's girlfriend, his wild card who couldn't be tamed, a bear who was standing outside its cave. But once they got somewhere with too many people, the bear went into hibernation and slept until it was time to leave. Not from fear, but simply from sheer kindness.

And Klaus loved knowing she was only quiet for the sake of others. For the sake of not wanting to make enemies of the entire city. Sadly, that was one of Klaus's favorite things to do.

The party was a typical Marcel party. It was moderately loud, there were flashing lights, and crowds of the elite mingled. Live performers and tantalizing meals were off to the side, and Klaus glanced up at the ceiling, seeing people mingling on the upper balconies. Other vampires, of course, Marcel didn't just let anyone up there. Klaus himself finally arrived, so the party could start.

They pushed through the crowds of people. Hello's, compliments, and well wishes were exchanged though Klaus met none of them. Like always, everyone took notice of Klaus's stunning companion no matter how badly she wished they didn't.

She didn't want to be standing in the center of the room (ironic considering that she was dating the man himself, Klaus Mikaelson) but there she was.

"There's the man of the century," Marcel called, making his way down the steps. Stopping before the two, she bristled slightly.

"Marcel." She greeted him curtly. All that needed to be said was said to him. He smiled at her, his grin reminding Klaus of a hunter about to shoot his prey.

"Ma belle." He took the gloved hand that wasn't latching onto Klaus and pressed a soft kiss to it. Deep down inside, Klaus was thrilled to know that this disgusted her. How long did it take for her to allow Klaus to hold her?

"Hm." She smiled politely but took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter who she grabbed with such strength that it showed how badly she wanted to leave. The only time anyone would grab someone for a drink with such ferocity was when that person wanted to be anywhere else.

"Marcel, thank you for inviting us to dinner." Klaus joked as the three of them eyed a woman who walked past them. Klaus hadn't eaten before they left like he usually does so he could hear the thrumming of blood all around him. Marcel let out his usual hearty chuckle and she stuck closer to him.

"Speaking of dinner," Drawing the two's attention back to him. Marcel ran his hands down the front of his suit, Klaus couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. It seemed like the drama Klaus lived for was finally starting.

"Can I show you something, Klaus?" Marcel asked in a more hushed tone. It was that time of night when Klaus sadly had to leave her alone for a bit to handle business. If it were up to him, Klaus would have her superglued to his side.

But alas, sometimes even Klaus Mikaelson couldn't have everything go his way.

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Finding her again was like finding a beacon of light in a dark room. Like a blind man seeing for the first time, Klaus's heart instantly became lighter when he found his beacon again.

Marcel was still upstairs, sleeping off the punch Klaus decided he needed and Klaus happily skipped his way down the steps. His eyes cleared the room once he identified everything he needed.

A random person (or two) for dinner and his light at the end of the tunnel. Thankfully they just happened to be bunched together in one perfect little conversation circle for Klaus to wiggle into. With long steps, Klaus felt a thrill building at being close to her again.

She stood politely, sipping on her drink, and pushed a strand of hair behind her ears. He could hear her heartbeat jumping in her chest and heard an uncharacteristic giggle. Klaus could tell she'd been attempting to drink away her discomfort, the discomfort that followed with his absence.

A piece of chocolate (he made a mental at how it was the same color as her but he refrained from telling her this, as she often expressed annoyance at being compared to food) slipped into her mouth that she grabbed from the treats table, the white lights that shone around the room made her look even more like an angel.

A flash of light came over her brown eyes and Klaus felt his breath stop for just a second. She was too perfect and Klaus wanted to just grab her and go instantly.

The closer he got the happier he got to see her. Sure it was a bit odd how it made him want to jump for joy to know she didn't want to be around anyone else but who was about to say anything to him about it?

"Klaus! Oh, it's great to see you, I wasn't expecting you to come but once I saw this one I knew you couldn't be far behind." Miss Targot, the bane of his girlfriend's existence. She pulled Klaus into a friendly hug, the fur of her collar almost getting into his mouth.

Of course, that tight grip returned to Klaus's side the moment he was free. She was holding his arm once more, and Klaus shook his head slightly. Glancing down, he saw that she was on the verge of being tipsy but thankfully coherent enough to give Klaus little to no issue tonight.

But alcohol did make her more frisky than usual, so it was probably best they made their exit soon before they accidentally shamed themselves in front of all of New Orleans. Or before Klaus decided to pull her into a random room.

Either way, he heard the sound of furniture splintering, and to his left caught a view of some of Marcel's friends pointing down at him. Certainly time for an exit. After all, he still owed her that hamburger.

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"Every time I see that bitch she sounds more and more obnoxious. It's all 'Oh Paris was wonderful' and 'I just adored my trip to Dominican Republic' bitch why are you not home with your children?" Klaus barked out a laugh as she perched onto her vanity seat and slid two earrings into her ears.

She rubbed cocoa butter onto her dark skin, while Klaus placed his paint brushes into his mouth and pulled the curtains wide open to let in the sunlight.

It was the next day now, the two had slept well into the afternoon. They were only woken up by someone throwing a brick through their living room window and this turned out to be someone with some grievances with Rebekah. Now they were sitting in their bedroom, while Elijah and Hayley prepared for the cleaners Klaus sent for to come. Hiding bodies and whatnot while Rebekah dashed around the city, a woman on a mission.

It was finally time for that painting she offered Klaus last night.

In her natural form, he could see her confidence, the fire that resided within her. Barren of heavy makeup, only a touch of blush and lipgloss with some clear mascara for her lashes Klaus felt like he almost didn't deserve to be around her right now.

She was so beautiful and perfect that with all Klaus had done, he didn't deserve to have her posing for him let alone dating him.

"They're probably paying for those trips, the miserable trollop she is I doubt they want her home very often." Klaus joked as he went back to his easel and resumed setting up his paints. Red, browns, deep greens (for the fainting couch she would be lying on), and the color of her large fancy robe. Klaus thought it made her look like a really pretty bird. A really pretty bird that would take out one of your eyes without much hesitation.

After all, it would be rude to snatch someone's eye from their socket.

She snorted, as she slid seductively onto the couch.

"I wouldn't." Klaus watched her get comfortable, with her well-practiced pose (the one Klaus always envisioned in his mind) and prepare to be drawn.

"You wouldn't want to be anywhere with her." Adjusting his easel, it was almost time for him to truly focus.

"No, I don't want to be anywhere without you. You literally know I don't like people, you make them tolerable. I know I'll have an eyewitness to the absurdity I see. Now enough about her, draw me like one of your French girls." Her brows wiggled and they both took a pause. Silence and then laughter.

The line from that ridiculous movie that Klaus was really mad that he actually enjoyed (and that admittedly turned him on) made him and her cackle. His sides hurt and the sides of his eyes crinkled. She was trying not to roll off the couch from how hard she was laughing, cackling actually, so loud that it was probably heard down the street along with Klaus's loud bellows.

The sound that came from their bedroom so often, usually induced by her, eventually settled from Klaus's doubled-over form. She somehow rolled onto her stomach and they both calmed down.

Eventually, the silence settled and they fell back into their usual conversation. Things about the baby, when she would be born, how much she liked snacks, Klaus teasing her and her telling him to lick her ass, Klaus of course thrilled to do so.

His pencil ran over the easel, the first sketch being perfectly designed while his mind wandered. She began to sing (horribly off-key though intentional) and Klaus lightly scolded her to hold still.

She was Klaus's girlfriend. His girlfriend who, for the sake of others, held her tongue in public but when it was just the two of them she was a shining star. A force of unstoppable grace and nature. His girlfriend, whom Klaus could just be a regular guy with and just laugh as loud as he pleased at nothing in particular.

Above all though, she was Klaus's. And deep down inside nothing else mattered more to him than that.

[imaginejamesandsirius]

Could you do one where Sirius is a Gryffindor outcast after getting sorted and gets attacked/bullied by Gryffindors and Slytherins alike and James defends him :D

Sirius is a child, but he's not an idiot. He knows that, in addition to his parents being unhappy about his Sorting, Slytherins are unhappy about his Sorting. Gryffindors too. He's pissed off his parents-- and all the extended family-- a fair few times by age eleven, but it's something else entirely to have people his age upset. The adults in his family would get mad, but he knew exactly how to deal with that anger; the other students are cruel, and he's lost as for how to handle it.

Like he said, he's not an idiot. He knows that there's nothing he can do to make the other students like him. With his family, if he went to another room and waited half an hour, they'd be fine. With his peers, waiting doesn't seem to do anything except-- maybe-- make them think he's weak. He doesn't understand how trying to give someone space to stop being angry counts as weak, but when he gives them space, the next time they see him, it's twice as bad like they're having a contest with themselves.

The bright spot in all of this is James. They became friends on the Hogwarts Express, and when he Sorted into Gryffindor, it cemented their relationship as best friends. James is sticking with him and hasn't faltered, not for an instant.

When Sirius finds a massive nest of snakes in his bed, James helps him clean it up without a second thought-- though he, like Sirius, isn't thrilled about picking up so many snakes. They're both visibly nervous about it and pretending otherwise, and neither one pokes fun; if they both pretend that it doesn't bother them, maybe that makes it true. When ink explodes in his bag, coating everything in it and ruining his homework, James is right there beside him, telling the professors that he completed it and shouldn't be punished. When one shoe of every pair in his wardrobe goes missing, James lends him a pair of his own.

It goes on and on, these things charitably called 'pranks' by Professor McGonagall. Sirius thinks it's more mean-spirited than that, and while they don't talk about it, he knows James thinks the same. It's not happening to everyone. It's not happening to all the first years or all the Gryffindors, and it's not happening to all so-called blood traitors; it's just him. It's just him, and everyone's in on it except his dormmates, so no one even tries to hide it when they're the guilty party. 

One day-- after cleaning up a bucket of bugs someone dumped on Sirius's head-- James turns to him with a grin, teeth glinting, and says, "I have an idea."

Two hours later, O'Connell and Smith scream and run out of their dormitory, sending Sirius and James into peals of laughter. They don't get detention for it, even when the two fourth years go to Professor McGonagall with their accusations; "It's a harmless prank," she says dismissively, and Sirius likes her more knowing that it's how she responds to everyone, not just him.

"Mission one was a success," James says, chest puffed out in pride of a job well done.

"Mission one?" Sirius asks. "Is this going to be a habit?"

"Of course. We can't let them get away with it, the arseholes."

Peter and some bloke named Remus are the only dormmates in the room with them, and it's obvious they're listening, though they are pretending not to.

"The first one went off without a hitch. We make a good team," James says, elbowing him companionably. "And there's eighty-one more people we need to get. Well- maybe more like sixty?" he amends. He pulls a sheet of parchment out from his bedside table and squints at it. "Some people are on here more than once."

"You kept track?" 

"Of course." 

He's endlessly charmed by that, by how James cares so much about him that he's been keeping track of this from the beginning and never once faltered in believing they'd get revenge one day. Sirius peers over his shoulder at the list; it's not just names. "You wrote down the date?"

"And the offense."

Ink. Shoes. Snakes in bed. Bed is underlined three times. Paint-- red. Maggots. Snake-- one, big. Paint-- black. Dead mice. Black bird. Paint-- green. On and on the list goes, some with details, like the colour of the paint or the location it happened. Sirius skims the whole list and can't think of a single one that's missing. "Wow."

"What do you think-- chronological, or by severity?"

"Random," Sirius decides. "I don't want anyone to know if they're next."

They share a grin, an expression that promises not just revenge, but a puzzle that needs solving-- what exactly they should do for each of these, what will make the punishment equal the crime. They don't have time to plan before supper, which is a shame.

Sirius has it in his head the revenge is how they're going to operate, so he's surprised when-- after a passing upperclassman 'accidentally' spills burning hot soup down his back-- James flings a handful of green beans at their face without a moment's hesitation. Then, apparently deciding that wasn't enough, James throws mashed potatoes, which make a comical splat as it covers their eyes. It's enough to have Sirius laughing, forgetting for a few moments the pain prickling along his back.

James gets detention for that-- so does the second year instigator-- but he's unrepentant and winks at Sirius the moment Professor Grubbly-Plank looks away. Warmth blooms in Sirius's chest, bright and resilient and addictive. He wants it to be like this for the rest of his life.

[tocomplainfriend]

Funny thing (not really) I’ve noticed is that Viv has always fetishized m/m relationships. There’s obviously Stolitz, but it goes back way further. There’s Addison from Zoophobia being shipped with a guy who works at his high school, but to mention that Viv has drawn NSFW of them despite Addison canonically being a minor. There’s also Autumn and Rusty, the former whom gets bullied by Rusty cause Rusty is secretly in the closet. Ten years later and she’s still weird about m/m relationships.

TW: fetishizing Queerness

I tried to search a little for Addison's age. In the wiki, that I know Viv did not write it says he is 18, other post say 17- there are people saying the age got changed too? I know almost nothing to zoophobia- if anyone knows about this claim, share your knowledge and importantly evidence of the age thing in specific? I do know about those snake drawings. And also was Viv 19? Have no clue-so I'm not gonna super talk about it without knowledge.

About the Rusty thing, I don't think Viv is a good enough writer (of relationships especially, cause Stolitz mainly) to pull that relationship or story. I don't think she can pull the idea of the closeted bully, purely by the fact that she doesn't understand or acknowledge the problems Stolitz has. If she needs to put down characters to make Stolas seems better and try to justify the power imbalance. I don't think she could write this if she wanted to. This closeted gay bully is such an old trope, too. I think the worst you can do (also as a non-amazing writer) is actually tried to make a romance out of it? Cause a lot of these tropes are more like "HAHA THE BULLY IS GAY HAHAHA", rather than "aww the bully was just sad and gay all along". I don't like it. (also this includes when the bully doesn't bully his romantic interest)

A lot of problems in mlm stuff Vivziepop does is similar to those Yaoi fetishization shit. Where there are also power imbalance. Also, this treatment of the characters like Moxxie? Like he is bi, and with Millie- and his treatment is so shitty. The hole thing of MILLIE PEGS MOXXIE, and that funny cause is less manly of him? Or where the succubus sexually assault them and that is funny??? (that one is not even Blitz being an asshole to him, it's made to act funny). As soon there is something viewed as feminine from him, the show makes fun of him. His feminine appearance in Unhappy campers also leads to make fun of him. Where he is the most vulnerable and insecure is that episode. He is more objectified in a feminine appearance.

Just the entirety of Stolitz is literally a lot of yaoi-sh problems. Also, I do see a lot of red flags in how they wrote Fizz and Asmo'. Because Fizz was insecure af, that he needed the approval of Mammon as an imp. Mammon was using the power that he had over Fizz to use him to get money. He got his approval from Asmo another sin in a higher position of power. (The power imbalance is not the problem vibes). Plus, The Big dominant protector and the sub small uwu cure relationship. Fizz, compared to the first time he appeared, he is so vulnerable and acts so cutesy. Like, the confidence he had during the S1, disappeared so bad. Acting so nice to Glitz and Glam, felt like cutting out all attitude to "uke-fing" him into needing a savior. They make him so powerless

Fizz, a quad amputee, was put in a vulnerable situation related to his trauma and where he lost all his limbs and horns. All to make Blitz "redeem" himself and make them friends again... THAT SUCKS.

Also, there was the fact of how over-sexual all the male mlm characters are, too. Like, Chaz was so much more sexual than Verosika as a succubus.

IT JUST SUCKS.

[9mysterybook6]

I really think you should stop doing this. I’m not pro Rhylie. I never was. But I’ve often been told that the best way to get someone off your back is to ignore them. If you ignore them, you’re not giving them any fuel to keep going. Try ignoring her for maybe like a few days. If she doesn’t post anything, then you know it’s working, but if she does, then I don’t know.

(Answer a late question)

(Sorry for taking long to answer your question.)

I know what you mean

Ok, I understand.

I understand that you And everyone are tired and fed up with the drama.

The only thing I can say is I've never been in a situation like this before.

Honestly, I was hoping to get rid of the problem quickly From the beginning.

Until Rhylie gets banned from tumblr.

But now you've seen any post about Rylie recently on my blog.

Of course not

Like I said, I stopped.

But let me explain why I keep doing these awareness posts before.

when:

The last time I saw her was after she deleted her old blog.

But later Rhylie have another blog

I sent a clear message to her not to mention my name in her blog or any other blog and to stop harassing others

I rolled my eyes from her crocodile tears

But guess what Rhylie did?

I ignored her for a while and then She started telling people we are friends

Rhylie was telling people I forgive her and I made her a leader gacha community AND She said she rehab me.

Of course I felt insulted because Rhylie said we are friends and that she rehab me.

Rhylie was using my name to harass people, as if I supported her bullying.

I really hate Rhylie and all her rotten actions and behavior.

So I continued to spread awareness, especially about her harassment of others and Rhylie stolen drawings from others.

And when Rhylie realized I was on her trail and spreading awareness about her.

so Rhylie came back again harassing me and spreading more lies and false rumors about me

Like I said, this is the first time in my life that I have been attacked and harassed on the Internet.

I had to realize it was different in facing a creep perverted in the internet than facing the bullies in reality.

We've all been through a phase where we were met by a bad person or a bully.

I was warning everyone for their safety so that they would not suffer like the previous victims.

I was hoping Rhylie would be banned immediately Because I don't want problems in the future because of her

Especially she is a terrible person with minors and makes them worship her.

But honestly, I didn't see her Or heard anything about her because I was living my life and wandering around the fandoms and watch some anime and cartoons

But there is one thing that still makes me angry and disgusted about her.

Rhylie is still stalker pamithebunterfly2007

She clearly told Rhylie not to mention her name, any of her work, or anything related to her.

Rhylie is A 21 ass woman while pamithebunterfly2007 is a minor!!!

I think that's what really bothers me.

Because Rhylie is still lurking around her like a snake preying on its prey.

That's all I'm going to say.

So now I put the case file aside.

It's over

You can rest now.

Here are your meals And return to your daily routine

[twisted-tales-of-all]

Until We Meet Again

Summary: Although San is left alone to watch the shrine after his friends move onto the next plane, he faces someone who reminds him of his past love. Pairing: Naga!Choi San x afab!reader Genre: Fluff, one-shot, event, rated PG Tropes: reincarnation, fated lovers Word Count: 3.5K Contains: discussion of death and past lives, sense of not belonging due to bullying/othering (essentially racism) A/N: Apologies for the lack of banner and poor editing. I've been in quite a slump recently, but wanted to ensure I finished up this piece for the spring event. Please check out all the other pieces submitted as well!

Although he's grown accustomed to the lack of visitors, San finds himself exceptionally bored as the cold weather melts away into the beginnings of this spring. Decidedly, he exits his usual post within the forgotten shrine for a walk in the nearby gardens. Despite donning his human form, people can clearly tell that he's different. Feeling everybody's judgemental looks, he tries his best to focus on the well-trimmed stylized bushes and the pruned bunches of flowers that dared to bloom this close to winter's edge.

"Mommy, why are his eyes like that?" A child asks far too loud for their mother's liking, who rushes away with them quickly.

With a sigh, San brings a hand to his temple. Immediately greeted by the cool touch of scales, he only grows more frustrated by the clear differences between him and the humans. Despite his intense respect towards the deity who made him their shrine guardian, he cannot help the feelings of resentment in giving him this specific form. So often, guardians get beautiful animal forms - cats, foxes, dogs - but his deity did not follow these typical choices. Instead, San got the powers and form of a snake. Thanks to various stories about evil snake monsters - Quetzalcoatl, Leviathan, nagas, lamias, gorgons, etc. - most humans steered clear of the shrine for fear of a malevolent deity.

Finding his attempt at a calming walk frustrating, San turns on his heel and heads back towards his home, unaware of the pair of curious eyes watching the whole ordeal. Unlike the judgemental glares of most people in the garden, you look on with an almost naive sense of genuine curiosity. You've heard stories of the guardian spirits of shrines, but this is your first time seeing one. Guided by your urge to learn more about the stranger, you secretly follow his path to the shrine. You witness him drop his human disguise to reveal a far more snake-like appearance before phasing through the closed panels of the shrine, disappearing completely from view.

After a few blinks to reassure yourself that you aren't in a strange dream, you head back to the garden as you think about how to meet him again. As you pass by the flowers he admired earlier, you notice the winter jasmines and smile.

"Elegance and graace; symbolizing good fortune." Repeating the text from a book you read on flower symbolism, you decide exactly how to approach the interesting snake man.

Carefully reviewing your notes over the next few days, you coax a flower away from its friends, thanking it for blooming beautifully to help you. You bring it with you as you make your way to the quiet shrine. Despite not knowing anything about the deity honored there, you respectfully perform a basic prayer to them. After, you feel the presence of someone - or, rather, something - there with you. Trying to hide your smile, you present the carnation upon the stone slab resting between you and the shrine.

"I don't know whether you know the meaning of flowers, but I think it must be fate that you were admiring the winter jasmines. I have a feeling you are similar to them: elegant and graceful. Even if nobody else can see you as anything but a monster because you look different, I refuse to judge you like that. If you'd please, I hope you accept this flower as a testament to my fascination of you. I'd like to get to know you more. Maybe a name, to start."

He doesn't greet you, but you pique his curiosity with your flower knowledge. Peeking through the shutters while hidden by invisibility magic, he commits your image to memory. However, he doesn't have to go searching for you like he expected, as you return to the shrine the following day. For the first time in over a decade, San opens the shutters, allowing you to see the representation of his deity.

Very androgynous, the long-haired figure stands there, dressed in an ornately decorated red and black hanbok. Next to them, a small dragon reaches the height of their knees, threatening whoever it may be. You study the visual, trying to locate anything that might identify what kind of god they are.

With the same intensity, San studies you, wondering whether you have ill intent in coming to the shrine. Today, as well, he remains hidden from you, but he quickly chooses a plant for you. Using his powers, he commands a breeze to drop the mint at your feet.

After a chuckle, you pick it up and question the choice, "This could mean so many different things. I wonder which you thought of when choosing it for me. Are you suspicious of me, or maybe openminded and interested in me? Or maybe you just think I'm a stroke of good luck! Have I healed your loneliness? Give me some more information here!"

Before he realizes it, a smile creeps across his face. Your knowledge and playfulness entice him. Moving out of view and lifting his invisibility, he walks out of the shrubbery and clears his throat to get your attention. As you turn, you're greeted by his human form once again.

"Nice to meet you. You don't have to put up that disguise, y'know. Just be comfortable; I'm not scared. Oh, I'm Y/N, by the way."

"How...? You- How are you so nonchalant about it?"

Tilting your head in confusion, you remind him of a small puppy, naive and trusting in a horribly untrusting world. He can't help but laugh, at your naivety and at himself for suspecting you of ill intent.

"You can call me San. That's the name Bo-in gave me when they took me under their wing."

"Nice to officially meet you, San. Is Bo-in the name of your deity? What did their powers entail?"

"Balance, mostly. Water to fire; earth to sky; shadow to light. Ensuring nothing overpowered its counterpart. They brought me and Soo-ah to their temple, teaching us and granting us our own powers after some time. When it was time for Bo-in to move on from this world, they knew that dragons would soon be hunted, so Soo-ah remained by their side while I stayed to watch over the shrine."

As he talks, his disguise slowly fades away, showing his growing comfort around you. He continues by explaining that Bo-in gave both pupils more unique creature forms than typical spirit guides. Although he doesn't mention why, you assume that it was another attempt to balance things out. From choosing one man and one woman, giving them names that balance, and bringing one while leaving the other, everything was truly done in the name of balance.

While you enjoy learning everything, you have to get home, as the sun has almost made its full path through the sky. As you say your goodbyes, you promise to return another day in the near future.

"Y/N," he calls after you've taken a few steps. "Thank you."

"Hm?"

"Just... thank you."

He'll never say it aloud. Never admit that you remind him of her. If he admits it, he'll have to acknowledge his feelings once again, after all this time. He'd have to recognize that he thanked you for returning to him and repairing his trust in humanity. That he can feel Bo-in looking down on him and smiling as everything goes according to plan.

"Y/N isn't Soo-ah." He says it aloud to convince himself and snap at his god for planning it.

When he rises the next morning, a bright red flower rests beside him. Since nobody has access to his magical abode, he immediately deduces it as a message from Bo-in. Wiping the residual sleepiness from his eyes and sitting up straight, San picks up the crimson petals to identify them. Camellia.

"Is this a joke, Bo-in? I only know two meanings behind the red camellia: love and a graceful death. What could you-?"

As it hits him, the words stop flowing. There's no way that's what they mean, right? But what else could this particular flower mean? Is it really a confirmation of Soo-ah's return? Hers is the only graceful death he can think of. Not to mention his love for her over all these centuries still holding strong.

The next time you go to meet San, you want to bring out another plant, but you can't figure out any that stand out, so you ask the local florist to choose a meaningful flower for you, essentially leaving the choice up to fate. When he comes back with a bright red flower that you don't know the meaning of, you find it quite a good match to your new friend, whose hair radiates a similar tone. Especially so after the florist explains that camellias are often used to symbolize overcoming adversity. After learning his story the day prior, you decide that this flower fits perfectly. Thanking him, you pay for the flower and begin heading towards Bo-in's shrine.

As you arrive, you're shocked by how grim the area feels. Usually bustling with greenery and a freshness in the air, you become overwhelmed by the thick, heavy air. Looking around at the bushes, it appears as if a tornado had focused its chaos upon the small pavilion. Dropping the flower, you rush to the shrine, tearing the shutters open and calling out for San.

"Quit your yapping."

Hearing a voice above you, you search the trees for a sign of him but cannot find one.

"San, come here. What happened?"

Plopping down behind you, he answers vaguely, "Bo-in is testing me."

With the momentum of the spin to face him, you nearly trip over your own two feet. Expecting to find his face at its normal height, you look around confused when that isn't the case.

"Down here."

You feel a light pressure on your foot and look down to find a red and brown snake atop it. Your gut reaction is to jump and kick it away, but you manage to stop yourself knowing that the creature is your friend.

"I can't change. Bo-in left me a flower, and, after a few hours, I felt my control over my powers weakening at a rapid rate. Now I'm here."

Squatting down, you hold a hand to the snake to bring him up to your level again. He wraps his scaly body around your arm, keeping his head near your palm. You try not to smile at his appearance, but it creeps through anyway.

"Laugh all you want." He huffs.

"I'm not laughing! I just think you're cute like this, that's all."

If a snake could blush, you're certain you'd see it right now. Tripping over his words and looking anywhere else but your face, San fails to respond to your comment. Your comment clearly flusters him, so you make a note to compliment him more in all of his various forms.

"So, what do we have to do to get you out of this form? It isn't some 'true love's kiss' type thing, is it?"

Although you were joking entirely, the silence that follows makes your heart drop a bit.

Eventually, he answers, "I sure hope not." Turning away from you and constricting more around your arm, he adds, "Let's try anything else before we assume that's the solution."

"You... don't have a clue?"

"No. Bo-in left the flower and then this happened. Nothing else. No clues."

Suddenly reminded of the flower you brought him, you look around to find it. He catches sight of its vibrant hue and everything immediately clicks in his mind.

"That's a camellia, isn't it?"

You hum in agreement as you bend down to pick it up, adding, "I didn't know much about it, but the florist told me that it's a sign of overcoming adversity. After hearing your life story, I-"

"That's the flower Bo-in left me."

"How strange. Do you think it means something?"

"Y/N." He pauses, and the emphasis in his voice sends a shiver up your spine, "That flower screams Soo-ah. It means perishing with grace, and symbolizes a strong, long-lasting love."

A strong gust blows at you, harshly ripping a few petals from their pistil. San carefully watches where they land, hoping for a coincidence rather than another part of Bo-in's scheme. Despite his wishes, however, each petal lands precisely in the center of the place it softly floats to the small pond, the shrine's entrance, and the zen garden.

"Water, earth, and air. With a flower as vibrant as flames."

Slowly, you approach the petal at the entrance. Looking in, there's now a cloudy but reflective surface in place of Bo-in's engraved likeness. Focusing on your reflection, you find a completely different image. Rather than you holding a snake, you see two people holding hands. You quickly identify San despite the longer dark hair and wedding-style suit, but you don't recognize the other figure who matches in an elegant white dress with red and gold jewelry. As you move, she moves with you, but this definitely isn't your own reflection.

"That's Soo-ah, isn't it?"

"You're Soo-ah, Y/N." Another booming voice responds before the snake in your hand gets the chance.

Quickly, you spin on your heel. There, just as androgynous as the carving, stands Bo-in. Despite the initial shock, standing there together feels normal. Comfortable. Familiar.

"It's like San says. Although your memories have been wiped upon reincarnation, you were once Soo-ah. Somehow, you were drawn back to this place despite my best attempts to keep you away. Therefore, as I promised you before approving the reincarnation, I will offer my explicit approval for your love. As a gift, I can also return your memories to you, should you want them back."

"Bo-in, revert this magic." Annoyed, San blurts out, interrupting the conversation. "I'd like to change this form again. It is awkward to stay like this while you both have physical human forms."

Despite the interruption, Bo-in appears unfazed, holding out a hand for San to slither onto. A dim light radiates from their palm and surrounds the small snake. Shortly after, San returns to a humanoid form. This interaction buys you some additional time to comprehend the situation and figure out how to answer such a difficult question.

Bo-in returns focus to you, "Have you decided, Soo-ah?"

A shiver runs up your spine, making you twitch from the discomfort. Although you understand that you're Soo-ah's reincarnation, being addressed by her name irks you. You haven't been Soo-ah in decades. You've been yourself all these years, not her. Meeting San was coincidental, even if there might've been outside forces influencing you to do certain things.

With this revelation, you decide, "I appreciate your offer, Bo-in, but suddenly acquiring memories from a past life feels like something that the human mind cannot handle. It'd likely send me down a spiral about my identity. I have to reject your offer."

A smile creeps onto Bo-in's face as you talk, but it's San who speaks first, "Man, you really ARE the same person."

Confused, your wide-eyed gaze hops back and forth between the two people in front of you. Neither cares to give any further context, and Bo-in confuses you even more by breaking out into bellowing laughter without comment. San quickly joins, and soon their laughs are too contagious to avoid. Although you can't pinpoint the reason for the laughter, it lightens the load in your heart.

Shortly after the laughter settles, Bo-in says goodbye and wishes you both luck. Leaving you and San alone, the air tenses again. You quickly go to apologize for not reviving Soo-ah's memories, thinking that may be why things feel awkward. However, before you can say three words, you feel lips on yours and hands cupping your cheeks. Your face heats up from the sudden affection, but you also melt into the sensation. You've been on your own for so long that you didn't realize how much you longed for someone to kiss you.

The interaction feels quick, but San pulls away with a heavy breath. The air is thick and warm between you, and you can't find the words to say after such a sudden interaction, but the silence that follows feels fresh, as if the kiss extended into the depths of your souls. When his breathing returns to normal, the silence finally breaks.

"I'd apologize, but I actually don't regret it."

You can't help but laugh. His confident aura lends to the cockiness of his comment, but he fully jokes. Despite his words, you know he's sorry for the sudden invasion of your personal space.

"Don't worry, San. I enjoyed it. You don't need to apologize."

"Okay, good. I mean, surely it must've felt like all those plays describe, right? Where you're swept off your feet by the man of your dreams."

Rolling your eyes, you refuse to give him the satisfaction of any answer whatsoever. Instead, you change the subject, asking him to adapt a little to the current culture. Although he finds current technology difficult to manage, you convince him to trade in the flower-passing messaging for a simple flip phone.

After suggesting that you'll be back next time with a phone, you give him a hug and take your leave. He kisses your forehead, and you think about it the whole trip home. You can feel the smile etched across your face. It's not just your lips either; you just know there's a twinkle in your eyes and more light on your full face. Although unusual, you rationalize it with the thought that it's simply because it's been too long.

It takes a while for him to adjust to the phone, but once he does, you'd be easily convinced that he never puts it down. Multiple calls daily make you glad you didn't teach him how to message people. Meetings become more frequent and in new places as you show him some of your favorite places. Slowly but surely, he begins adjusting to the lifestyle you've known.

Although he's had a few slip-ups, calling you Soo-ah a few times, he immediately corrects himself and apologizes each time. You understand that you likely resemble her in numerous ways, so you don't get upset. And, just as you intended by refusing your past life memories, San begins falling for Y/N rather than simply seeing Soo-ah in you. The name swaps happen less and eventually completely fade away. You feel it in his demeanor, too. Rather than being restrictive and apologetic about his feelings, his confidence soars, and his actions towards you feel fuller, more genuine and complete.

A few months pass; the next season comes. You barely even notice before San points it out.

"The colors of spring are wonderful, but there's a serenity that comes with the beginning of summer. Don't you think?"

Caught off-guard by the sudden question, you look around so you can respond. Expecting the cleanness that comes when all the flowers of spring fall to the ground and get whisked away by the wind, you actually find yourself stuck staring at a rarity. Once something unrecognizable to you, your eyes catch onto a camellia. However, this one isn't as striking as the red one from before. Rather, as if someone stripped the color clean out, this lone flower stands a bright white, still managing to stand out against the browns and yellows of the season's transition.

Shocked at your silence, San follows your unwavering gaze to the bush. When he catches sight of it, his eyes widen, and he curses under his breath. Even without knowing the specifics behind the various color meanings of this flower, something about the striking white feels haunting to you. You remind yourself that the flower means long-lasting, mutual love, but San's words ring in your head: it means perishing with grace. Is it a bad omen? Bo-In hasn't interfered since that day, so there's no way they'd speak to you now, right? Is it a warning? Are you overreacting?

"San..."

"They don't bloom this late. It shouldn't exist." Flatly, your boyfriend declares, a poorly-hidden concern painted upon his face.

Standing up from the bench, you approach the flower with San trailing a step behind you. Reaching out and touching it, the whole thing falls apart. Characteristic of camellias, the petals and sepals all collapse together at the slightest touch of your finger. With your arm frozen in position, you turn your head to the boy on your left, shooting him a concerned look.

Placing an arm around your shoulders, he files through a dozen statements to try and reassure you both that it's pure coincidence with no meaning. Even though you're certain both of you have worries in the back of your mind, you drop your arm and the topic all at once. Bouncing back into a happy state, you begin walking away and finally answer the question from earlier to segue into a new conversation.

"Summer really gives off that sense of a new beginning. Everything is changing, just like us. I think it's really appreciated in the cycle of seasons."

"Just like us... You're right. Here's to our new start with the season change."

[wisteria-lodge]

Hey there, feel free to ignore this. I am writing to you because I am having a hard time understanding my Secondary.

I like having a plan to follow (that I formulated). I also like having the option to step away from it. If I am in a situation where I have no plans or any basis of knowledge, I can still enjoy the events but I will also be a bit uncomfortable until the situation is over and sometimes even after the situation is over.

I like wandering around places I am not familiar with, which is because (1) I am good at remembering routes when I am wandering on my own (2) I can ask the people around for directions if necessary and (3) most importantly, I have my phone and mobile data in case something happens. GPS, my loved ones, or the emergency number will save me. I know what to do if things go wrong. I am comfortable.

In social situations I let myself go at my own pace, whatever that means at that moment. I don't have a full outlined list for what to do here if something goes wrong, but that is because multiple bad experiences with public humiliation and bullying mean that I really, *really* don't like thinking more about such situations more than necessary (like therapy).

I don't like detailed plans. I like having ways out. I like knowing what to do too so that I have a baseline. Something to build off of, something to either follow or ignore. This doesn't seem detailed enough for a built secondary nor free-style enough for an improvisational secondary.

I daresay I have never felt powerful in my life. Having a plan is safe. Being able to act uninhibited by thoughts and worries is freeing. But I never feel powerful. Never. And honestly, being in a position of power scares me, so I am not well-equipped to recognise the feeling in the first place. I don't remember much from my childhood and teenage years because I have actively suppressed memories in the past, so looking to my younger years won't be any help.

If you have read till here, and are willing to give me a response, I just want you to know that there is no need to do the in-depth analysis that you typically do. I would have paid you for the proper in-depth analysis but I am not in a financial situation where I can do that.

Thank you. I hope you have a nice day.

Hi tumblr user catboy-balls :)

So what I think is going on is that you're a Rapid-Fire Bird secondary. You like having all the tools and all the prep going in, so that when you're *doing it,* you can just play. Rapid-Fire Birds will often look like Snakes, but only if they're operating within their area of expertise. Take them out, and they'll function, but in a way that feels uncomfortable and stressful instead of fun. (Bird secondaries who are not given the time/ability to prep for a certain circumstance will also often look like frazzled Lions.)

Because you clearly do approach situations with a *plan.* Like, you can happily wander an unfamiliar city, but only because:

You have a good map-brain

You know how to ask people for directions

You have your phone, which includes -

GPS

Emergency phone numbers (family and friends)

Emergency phone numbers (official services)

You've laid it out as a nice little list for me, and implied that you have a similar system in place for social interactions (even if you don't have "a full outlined list" because doing that puts you too much in your head. I'd be very surprised if you didn't do the Actor Bird thing as well, and have a "social persona" that you can take out. (Maybe one that's Badger secondary flavored?) But it's still prep-work, because putting in all that invisible work beforehand makes you feel better and safer, not bored, constrained, and like you're doing work twice or second-guessing yourself.

also, DM me if you want a link to the discord server. I know I don't type people as much as I used to, but there are tons of people there who have fun with it.

[neverenoughmarauders]

Peter Pettigrew

Thinking about my writing this year, no chapter took as much out of me as writing Peter Pettigrew's POV. Everything in this chapter is based on two very similar home situations - one which I witnessed closely, and one which I read about after the child in question had grown up to become a mass murderer. The other child, my former childhood friend, is doing fine, btw (not suggesting it's a recipe for killers).

I did not want to give Peter a background that would try to excuse why he did what he did, but I wanted to give him a home situation that IF Sirius and James had paid a little closer attention, maybe they would have known more about their friend. Not necessarily: He would betray us kind of stuff, but just more about Peter, and the challenges he faced. To me, Peter and JamesANDSirius is the story of the bullies' downfall. James and Sirius were bullies and therefore attracted people who later would seek Voldemort's protection. And having Peter face some challenges they would continue to be blind to, fitted well with that.

It's the only Peter POV chapter I've written, it can certainly be read standalone and it's set as 1971 closes and 1972 begins, meaning it's a New Year's chapter, very fitting for this time of year!

It's a short chapter, I couldn't bear to make it longer, and you can find it all below the cut (or on AO3) :)

Chapter 33: The snake and the lion

There had been times at Hogwarts when Peter had really missed his mother. The trouble was that Peter still missed his mother at home. Or rather, he missed the person his mother had been before his father had passed earlier this year. Now, it felt like he lived with a stranger. Actually, it felt like he lived with two very different strangers.

There were days Peter would wake up to find that his mother had not gotten out of bed. When she eventually came downstairs, she barely spoke a word. She'd sit in an armchair and smoke muggle cigarettes the whole day. She wouldn't read, or eat, or go outside. Those days, Peter often went over to his neighbours Mr and Mrs Powell, as they always seemed pleased to have him for dinner. He'd come home and his mother wouldn't ask him where he had been or if he had eaten anything. Peter would go to bed, and leave his mother with her cigarettes in the otherwise empty living room. 

There were other days where his mother would wake him up, making him breakfast, and if he wanted to go outside, she would make him put on two scarfs and the warmest jacket she could find. This mother would worry if he wasn't back exactly at the time they had agreed, she would fuss over him at dinner, force him to eat all his vegetables and insist on hearing everything about Hogwarts, while at the same time, she would worry about whether he'd choke if he ever started speaking before he had swallowed his food.

Empty mother and worried mother. Peter tried not to be too disappointed when he woke up to find it was an 'empty mother' day. After all, while he preferred 'worried mother' because she at least seemed to care about him, neither felt like home. Neither was the mother he had grown up with. 

New Year's Eve was the closest he felt to being with his mother again. They were standing outside in the snow-filled garden, watching the fireworks.  

'Come,' his mother said smiling, lifting her wand, 'let's send up some sparks of our own. The muggles won't know the difference.'

Peter could have told her he wasn't allowed to do magic outside of school, but he was sure his mother knew that already. Instead he lifted his wand too. He was sure Sirius and James would have been able to produce stronger and brighter sparks, but he felt he was doing alright as he watched the red sparks explode out of his wand tip. They raced up to the sky next to his mother's green ones. 

'You are my little lion, aren't you?'

Peter noticed his mother looking at him intently. 

'You don't mind?' he asked. They hadn't really spoken much about his sorting.

His mother was prevented from answering as the air around them exploded from all the fireworks which lit up the sky brighter and louder than before. The clock must have struck midnight.

'Happy new year, darling,' she said, bending down and kissing his cheek.

'Happy new year, mum,' Peter whispered into her ear.

'It'll be better than the last, I promise,' his mother said, wrapping her arms around him. She was thin - too thin. 'Come, let's go inside where it's warmer.'

His mother made some hot chocolate ('one mug, and then straight to bed, understood?'), and they sat down at the kitchen table.

Peter was nervous his mother had forgotten the question - or didn't want to talk about his sorting. He wondered whether to bring it up again. Then again, this evening was going quite well, and he didn't want to push his luck. 

'Your dad would have been proud,' his mother said, breaking the silence. 

'About what?' Peter asked his mug defeatedly. 

There was truly nothing to be proud of. He was not particularly good at school, he wasn't good looking like Sirius, nor was he talented on a broom like James. And both at the top of their class too. They were effortlessly smart and funny and increasingly popular. As for Remus, he seemed to understand everything, and Peter often felt like he understood nothing. 

'Of you learning magic, of your strength to carry on despite everything, and certainly, my darling, of you being in Gryffindor.' 

Peter looked up at his mother. Her face was as gaunt as it had ever been, but her smile was warm and familiar to Peter.

'But you were in Slytherin,' he said. Slytherins and Gryffindors hated each other.

'And your dad would have been in Gryffindor, had he had magic.'

'Why did you marry a muggle?' Peter asked, realising he had never asked this before.

'Because there are many types of magic, darling.'

'Oh,' Peter said. He wasn't sure he understood what his mother meant.

'Would you have married him had he been a Gryffindor?'

His mother laughed: 'Of course I would. I understand - the house rivalry feels very strong at school - but that changes once you leave Hogwarts.'

Peter wasn't sure he believed that. He couldn't imagine Sirius or James ever befriending a Slytherin. But Peter didn't argue the point. Instead, Peter finished his chocolate and said good night. As he lay in bed, he wondered what kind of mother he would wake up to in the morning.

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'He abandoned us, you know,' his mother said the final evening before Peter went back to Hogwarts. It was the first words she had spoken to Peter the whole day.

'Who?' Peter asked.

'Your dad.'

This confused Peter as much as it hurt him. That was a lie.

'He died. He didn't leave us.'

His mother let out a thin, humourless laugh. Peter knew she had been drinking. Drinking and smoking and not eating. 

'He could have lived.'

'The doctors did everything they could.'

'We could have gotten a healer, you know that, darling, don't you? The healers at St Mungo's would have been able to cure him, and he could have lived to see you grow up.'

His mother got up unsteadily and walked over to the kitchen, pouring herself another glass and taking a seat at the small kitchen table. 

'Sit down.'

So Peter sat down. He didn't like what was happening. Not at all.

'He could have been here, right now, instead he made the decision to abandon us.'

'The healers couldn't help him, he was a muggle. It's not allowed -'

Peter didn't like speaking up to his mother, but she was wrong. Over the last few months, he had gotten used to Sirius and James standing up to people, and the idea that he, Peter, had to do that now felt terrifying. But there was no Sirius and James. And his father didn't deserve this. His father had been brave. And good. And fair. 

'Nobody would have known,' his mother continued, and Peter wasn't even sure she'd heard him. Some job he was doing, defending his father. 'I could have brought a healer here, and nobody would have known. But no, Andrew was determined to do what was right. That's what bravery and doing the right thing does to you, darling. It gets you killed.'

Peter didn't know what to say. What he could say. What he dared to say. So he remained quiet. 

But one thing was painfully obvious. His mother did mind his sorting, after all. Peter felt his eyes burn as he tried to blink away tears.

'Hey, now,' his mother said, cupping his face. 'I am still here.'

Was she? Peter wasn't sure.

'And you, my darling son, you can be as brave as you want, as long as you remember to stay alive. Okay? Stay alive for me... and for your father. He was an idiot, but he loved you. And I love you too.'

'I love you,' Peter said, aware he was fully crying now. 

His mother swayed a little as she slid down from her chair and knelt before him. Peter threw his arms around his mother and they remained there, on the floor, hugging. He didn't agree with her, his father had been brave and had done the right thing, but it didn't matter. She was hurting, and he loved her.

[wildrosesayshigh3]

Rant

This is just a rant post so if you don't want to read me rant about Snape scroll. Its long.

Now this is coming from a Shen Jiu Stan but they can never make me like you Severus Snape. The way I loathe this man is like saying hell is hot an understatement.

Severus 'one of my students greatest fear' Snape they could never make me like you.

Severus 'I can't tell a difference when one of students have been physically altered that a blind man could see it'' Snape please choke.

Severus 'Manhandle a curious student after leaving them alone with caludron full of your worst moments' Snape please meet a Basilisk or Medusa.

Severus 'Its okay for a random woman and her child to die but not Lily no mention of Lily's husband or child' Snape I hope an AK hits right in the balls.

Severus 'demeaning other houses is the reason why other kids don't want to get to know the snakes' Snape rot.

Severus 'I allowed students to be totured and allowed other students to toture. Thus making it so that the stigma towards the house of snakes so strong that it takes your most hated 'bully' grandchild to fix' Snape burn.

Severus 'I can't use my vaulted intelligence to help a single student not even those of my own house' Snape die.

Severus 'I choose to become a death eater of my own free will and ignored my childhood friends and obsession's advice' Snape I hope hell is comfortable.

Severus 'I could have left the goddamn country for a fresh start because I'm in the later half of the 20th century were travel is easily accessible' Snape why?

Severus 'It took a child who you have been teaching for 5 years to excel in potions within weeks of reading a book you wrote in as a teenager which means you could teach well or at least give good instructions but choose not to or your an idoit' Snape you are the human equivalent of a participation award.

Severus 'It just slipped out calling my 'crush' slur that undermines her very existence' Snape I hope you stub your pinky toe over and over in hell.

Severus 'I knowing didn't raise to much of a fuss when the greatest wizard since Merlin is sending a CHILD to be martyred for the greater good even though the CHILD is lily's' Snape I wish I knew less of you (and I know so little).

Severus 'I blame all the bad things on a 21 who matured and died for his family and never bother with self refection' Snape what is the point of you?

Severus 'I had over a decade of life without Lily Evans or James Potter and yet still didn't seem to grow past there shadow' Snape you are one of the most pathetic grown fictional men I've ever encountered and I've been onto anime and manga since I was 8 and I've read cultivation novels.

Severus 'I followed a suspend werewolf into a narrow cavern of my own free will and not being tricked at all and still blame Sirius Black like he held a wand to my head' Snape you are the smallest man to have ever lived.

There's more but this is just what was at the top of my head. This was prompted due to TikTok posts that raise the Marauder Era snakes like they made the fandom and are better that the Marauders. Not every bad person needs a shit backstory they can just be bad people. (Hint: Puberty is sucky)

Plus somehow blaming Sirius for leaving regulus behind. Like they forget a teenager is still a child. And then the hatred for lily by jegulus Stans and the hatred of James by Severus Stans who are convinced both snakes were angels from god in their school years just pissed me all the way off.

Cause it's not like we know more about Snape than we do any of the other adult characters baring maybe Dumbles the Manipulator himself. Oh......wait.

Also having a shit past does not give you an excuse to be a shit person. You can't change the past but the present and the future are yours to command.

So the "bullying" he received make him suffer. Thousands of people get bullied, thousands go through abuse by their parent or someone they trusted and they don't take it out on children or those around them continuously for years. What makes Severus Snape so damn special that he gets a pass?

Also I put the bullying in quotations because I don't for a single second bye that Snape didn't snap back. That he didn't give as good as he got. No for once I believe the Manipulator did what he did best when he called the tension between Snape and James a rivalry. It probably was just shy of violence and visceral hatred between the two. Though with both sides friends ganging up on the other after particularly bad moments. Also McGonagall showed no hesitance in taking 150 points from her 'favorite' students after she caught them cutting curfew. So no I don't think she'd allow bullying. And I don't Slughorn would allow a potential connection to be bullied without stepping in if only to get on his good side.

Also before someone gets into the comments and calls me a hypocrite about liking Shen Jiu. I am well fucking Shen Jiu is a child abusers. I'm not condoning or dismissing that. Hell I would be cheering Bingge on as he rose to the top just to spite Shen Jiu. And while I think what he did to Cang Qiong and Yue Qingyuan was harsh and what he did to Shen Jiu was excessive. Karma. Very child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth-esque. So no kicking Shen Jiu in the teeth would be satisfying.

But Shen Jiu showed potential to be good or at least improve, through yingye. Yingye who was close and loyal to him since day one. Yingye who he failed because he didn't/couldn't be better.

So what I love about Shen Jiu is his potential. The young Shen Jiu who pretended to break his leg so his stupid and too kind older brother could escape. The Shen Jiu who waited in an absuive situation because he promised. The Shen Jiu who hide the true reason for the Qiu massacre because one person showed him a once of kindness. The potential to be healed and to heal others in turn. To take in those he considers his with passion and feral-ness that was breathtakingly destructive. To become a protector. Or an explorer or anything really.

[let-us-cultivate-our-garden]

Do you thinks kids were afraid of Luz and that why they bullied her and why she doesn’t have any friends

It's possible but the problem is that we're only told that Luz is bullied and never shown why so you could just as easily assume that people simply didn't like her just as you can argue that people were afraid of her.

Now, does the show have to have a flashback scene demonstrating how Luz was bullied? That's how most kid shows do it right? Well, you don't need a whole flashback but you have to do more than just have Luz tell us when she doesn't really act like someone who is bullied for her interests.

Instead of being shy about Azura she celebrates it fully and it's popular enough that they're making movie adaptations of them. It's like being a Harry Potter fan at the peak of its popularity.

She also makes friends rather easily at Hexside so she's not socially awkward and she's certainly capable of standing up for herself. So why was she bullied?

Because it makes her relatable.

Nearly everyone can relate to being bullied and it's very easy to make a character likable and have the audience connect to them when you give them experiences that mirror their own.

The problem with Luz is that the show never goes into her bullying at all, which is bizarre since she feels more at home in the Boiling Isles than in the human realm. You would think that her feeling like an outsider at home would be explored more and how the BI makes her feel accepted. It would also make her line about "always wanting to be understood" a natural end for her arc instead of coming in out of left field.

Instead, what we're shown makes it seem like Luz never even tried to make friends: Vee met Masha at the camp Luz was going to go to, which means that if Luz actually did go to that boring camp, then she would have met someone to share her interests with. Luz freaks out and has a pity-me speech in front of the whole class and afterward, two random kids commend her for how brave she is! If you really wanted to hammer home that Luz is an outsider, then have those two kids call her a weirdo or something, not validate her (which she barely acknowledges, btw).

It's also quite telling that Vee-as-Luz managed to make friends while Luz did not, which tells me that the opportunity was there for her to find her community in the human realm but chose not to for whatever reason.

The most we get is in the first episode when she brings live snakes to school and a firecracker that she plans to ignite. Cue the principal recommending summer camp for her where she can (shock!) learn to socialize better. This is a great setup for a kid who needs to learn to separate reality and fantasy better but a terrible one for a kid who is being bullied and is treated so poorly that she'd rather live in another dimension. Even season 3 doesn't fix this because it spends more time on Luz's grief over Manny and how she's failing school not because of being bullied but because the subjects are boring.

So, Luz is not an outsider; we have no evidence of this in the show other than it simply tells us that she was. Actions speak louder than words, and Luz's actions show me a person who is too caught up in her own fantasies to think about how that might affect other people.

[quibblyisme]

Spiders and solitude

It all became too real for Spencer. He was always an aware child. He wasn't normal. IQ of 187, eidetic memory. He wasn't looked at the same as other kids.

As a child he feared taxes and the constant rise of the housing market; other children feared snakes and spiders. Every time he heard a kid say they were scared of spiders, he'd say something along the lines of, "Well, actually the most common spiders here are cellar spiders a-and wolf spiders!" They're actually very friendly!"

The spiders were his only friends. Spencer took every dead spider right to the heart. The one time he'd get close to having a friend, they'd be ripped from his grasp as soon as he saw them kill a bug.

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High school didn't treat him any better either. He was 10 in a class for 15-year-olds. He was constantly bullied. His homework stolen, copied then Ripped. He was shoved into lockers filled with old failed tests and moldy sandwiches.

Sometimes he would be left there for the whole day, leaving him with the tiny ventilation holes to breathe.The few times he made friends, they were fake. They used his innocence and trust for test answers.

At that point Spencer didn't even care. He had a friend. Even if it was temporary.

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College was a better time for him. He didn't have his teachers pressing him into making friends, no teachers giving him a homemade recess "grade" (F). All the people in the lecture hall with him were either too hungover or uninterested to interact.

He loved writing essays and doing research. Most of the things he already had stored in his brain. He had spent hours hunched over his computer writing pages on pages about grass patterns based on climate and fertilizer.

Because of his youth, he didn't have to share a room with an adult. He had the freedom to blast his classical music and lounge in his boxers. He felt free. The first taste of joy he had in years.

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After he had graduated college, coming out with 3 PhDs in Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering, as well as a B.A. in Psychology and Sociology. His smarts and impressive education landed him a job at the BAU.

It was a bit hard fitting in at first. He was seen as a kid and doubted his knowledge. He was often dismissed, and Hotch had to force the team to listen to him.

He didn't feel like he belonged there... until you came.

You had been on the team for a few years before he joined. You weren't there when he started due to a mission, but it was like you had a magnet pulling him to you. He was drawn to you; he relied on you. You were the only person he felt safe around, enough to ask where the bathrooms were.

Your bond strengthened quickly. Morgan would often tease him, saying that he looked like a puppy following you around. He pretended that he didn't like the comment, but in the back of his mind, he wondered if you liked puppies. If you did and he was like a puppy, did you like him?

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Morgan was quick to notice Spencer's habits around you. The "accidental" touches. The glances followed by sighs of longing. The blush every time he made eye contact with you. Morgan knew exactly what was going on, deciding to push Spencer's buttons. He strolled up to Spencer's desk.

He leaned on the side and shot Spencer a smirk.

"Hey, pretty boy! Over here! Lost in Space?... or lost in their eyes?" Morgan teased him, earning a glare from Spencer.

"Shut up, Morgan! I do not like Y/N!" He huffed, turning his chair away from Morgan.

Morgan was too stubborn to end the conversation there. He spun the chair back around to face him. Spencer looked like a scolded child.

"Go on, pretty boy, ask em out. What's the worst that could happen?"

"W-ewhats the worst that could happen!? What if they don't like me! That's the worst that could happen! I can't lose our friendship!" Spencer panicked; suddenly his shirt felt too tight.

"Well, if you aren't gonna do it, then I will. I'm asking Y/N out for you." Morgan chuckled before walking towards where you were sitting at your desk.

Spencer panicked; he started to get out of his chair before stopping himself from looking like an idiot.

He buried his face in his arms and let out quiet tears. A light tap on his shoulder made him stop and sniffle.

"Leave me alone, Morgan..." He didn't bother looking up. His voice sounded weak and defeated.

Suddenly he was being picked up and moved. He felt softness under him and the warmth of arms wrapped around his body. He looked up to see you holding him.

"Y/N...?" He buried his face in your chest, wrapping his arms around you.

Your gentle hands moved his face away from your chest, forcing him to look at you. You gently caressed his hair.

"I like you too, Spencer..." You placed a gentle, delicate kiss on his forehead. You touched him like he was a fragile doll. Spencer was shocked but didn't react. He simply nuzzled into your chest like a kitten.

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That day had blossomed into a long, loving relationship. You had moved in together and spent every second holding each other. You knew of Spencer's past, and you promised you would hold him one second for every wrongdoing one has done to him.

You came up with traditions. Some little things, like how he'd leave a sticky note in your lunch. Or how he'd place a chocolate on your pillow. Your favorite was when you'd sing to him.

Every night Spencer would curl up to you, blankets covering his body, hair spread out across the pillow, hand on your heartbeat, listening to the steady rhythm.

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.

Then you'd start singing. Always this song. He couldn't sleep without it. You prerecorded it, so if for whatever reason he couldn't be there with you, he'd have a piece of you.

"And even though I know how very far apart we are,

It helps to think we might be wishin' on the same bright star.

And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby

It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky."

It never failed to make him fall asleep. Spencer was a blanket hogger. He'd wrap himself up like a burrito then sleep like a log. You personally froze every single night and hid a blanket to take out when he inevitably stole yours, but to know that he was comfortable made it all worth it. Soon Spencer... changed. He became closed off. Sleeping more, working less. You worried. You knew Spencer's every move and routine like the back of your hand. You knew how he'd sing "Uptown Girl" in the showers when he thought you couldn't hear. You knew how it'd take him exactly 13 minutes to pick up his daily coffee. This wasn't him anymore.

This was a shell of the man he used to be.

For Spencer this was his midlife crisis, only not midlife. He began to doubt his choices and abilities.

"What if I chose the wrong job?"

"I could be doing more."

Those thoughts replayed in his mind like a broken record. Soon it consumed him.You tried to help him, support him, but you were pushed away. You knew he'd snap if you kept on pushing, so you let him be.

You had to watch his slow mental decline from a distance. It hurt. He grew distant. You didn't see him anymore.

He'd lock himself in his room and didn't come out unless he needed food or water.

That's why today was different.

Spencer walked out of his room sluggishly. His hair was unwashed, and skin was pale. He was wearing a stained shirt and some crusty pajama pants.

For the first time in a while, he laid his head in your lap and nuzzled his head into your stomach. He looked up at you with tired, dark eyes and spoke,

"Can I just give up for a bit...?"

[all-pacas]

any thoughts/hcs about kutner? you have really interesting takes on the other characters, was wondering if that extends to my current fav guy ^_^

as usual, i don't really but i'm happy to make them up on the spot!

I kind of feel like he's somewhere on the aro/ace spectrum. But in a very it's 2007 and he has no idea what those words are way. He assumes he's straight, because why wouldn't he be?, but also doesn't quite get what the big deal is with sex and girls and whatever anyway.

He's pretty lactose intolerant but eats dairy anyway.

Despite how openly nerdy he is, he's pretty into sports. Baseball especially — he used to go to games with his (adopted) dad. That said, he's not very good at sports. He jokes he went into sports medicine because it was the next best thing.

He's gone by Laurie as a nickname for Lawrence with his friends.

He was a bully in middle school and high school, mostly lashing out at being teased by "teasing" others. He wasn't the "give me your lunch money" type, he was the "I'm just joking" type. He feels awful about it, of course.

If you asked, he would vehemently deny he's depressed. It's normal to think about dying all the time, right? He's happy most of the time. In a lot of ways he lacks self awareness. He really tries not to self examine.

He thought 13 was just. Super cool. I mean, who doesn't. But no, he thought she was Neat. He and Taub took a little longer to really hit it off. He really loved working for House and his team. (He and Chase, had they ever spoken, would have gotten along great, actually. Bonded over aliens and stuff.)

He wishes he'd had siblings, either biological or adopted. He likes kids generally but is kind of awkward around them, despite his best attempts. He just comes off as slightly how do you do, fellow teens, lol

Kutner has dabbled in dozens and dozens of sports and hobbies and after school activities. Almost none of them stuck. He keeps losing interest and failing to stick with things long enough to form habits, but he absolutely hyperfixates on things. Med school was Interesting. He didn't get fantastic grades, although he wasn't a bad student.

He's a pretty good skier. People are usually surprised to hear this.

Growing up, he had a pet iguana. He wanted a snake but his parents said no. He had ant farms, too. He was a Bug Kid.

Despite being a doctor and Knowing Better, he basically lives off of hot pockets and sugary cereal.

He doesn't really like coffee. He drinks it, because it does its job. But he doesn't care for it at all.