#Haining Road

[sherrygao2023]

Wujin Road,Haining Road

[vintagecamping]

Road trip through Haines Highway at the B.C.-Yukon border. 1949

[privatebooth]

Another suggestion from a friend.

What if they had to spend the night at chateau Haine during the MotA wywern hunt? Seriously, would all those nobles make such a long journey for just a few hours of a hunt? It doesn't seem very noble to send your honored guests right back on the road without a rest XD

Anyway, Hawke is taking care of Fenris, who has been grumbling about solving a stranger's problems, giving him a massage.

Also people kept mistaking him for a manservant, and he really doesn't like Tallis, doesn't trust her one bit and is annoyed by her flirty remarks at Hawke...

So now Hawke assures him that he doesn't trust her either but they can handle whatever trouble comes their way.

[friendly--interstellar--stardust]

Delhi vs Bangalore ?

Delhi wale road rage me Olympic medal jeet sakte hain aur Bangalore wale traffic jam me apni zindagi bita denge.

[ramayantika]

I was in no mood for studying. Every time my eyes glanced at the page of my textbook, I would try to understand the concept, but my efforts were in vain. All the words flew above my head, and my mind was cluttered with a hundred different things.

I was humming a tune with my feet tapping to the beats. My fingers tried to rotate an empty pen flawlessly as my mind raced with thoughts about the upcoming tests, with catchy tunes from Instagram reels serving as the background music.

Sighing, I placed the pen on my open notebook, scribbled with equations and definitions, and grabbed my phone from my bed. I peered outside the window, silently admiring the quiet roads of my society. It was 11 p.m., and I could see a few balconies lit with golden LED lights that looked warm and cosy.

Below my window were green bushes and jasmine plants that were filled with white buds, ready to bloom at dawn. I plugged my earphones into the phone and opened YouTube to play my favourite go-to songs to soothe my mind.

And just like that, my body began swaying to the familiar tunes, and a smile graced my lips. Deciding that I could no longer stop myself from dancing, I quietly locked my room from the inside and unplugged my earphones.

Opening my braid, I let my hair fall loosely down my shoulders. Admiring the curly ends that had formed because of the tight braid, I smiled at the mirror and admired myself in the mirror.

Dressed in a long grey sleepwear T-shirt and black capri, I wasn’t a sight to behold at eleven in the night, especially for someone who had spent all her day studying. I looked exhausted after all the mental labour my brain had to do, but the open hair and the light breeze from the window did make me feel a little refreshed.

Aankhon ki gustakhiyan came up, and I grinned at the mirror. I twirled in the room as gracefully and quietly as I could. Kavita Krishnamurthy’s part came up a while later, and I was ready with katakamukha mudra to enact a woman shyly opening her veil to her beloved.

Aankhon ki sharm-o-haya maaf ho

Tumhe dekh ke jhukti hain

Uthi aankhen joh baat na keh saki

Jhuki aankhen woh kehti hain

I pretended to peer down while darting my eyes for a second at my imaginary lover in the mirror at the last line. Taking another twirl, I began practicing a few hand combinations for the instrumental part while practicing an easy-going, graceful smile in the mirror.

Quickly lining my eyes with kajal and applying a bindi to the centre between my eyebrows, I hurried back to the middle of my room, which acted as my imaginary stage, and giggled to myself while blushing hard for the upcoming stanza.

Kajal ka ek til tumhare labon pe laga loon

Haan chanda aur suraj ki nazron se tumko bacha loon.

I dabbed some kajal from the corner of my eyelids and applied it below my lips, and then I acted to be completely besotted with my beloved.

Har dum tumhe sochti hain

Jab hosh mein hota hai jahaan

Madhosh yeh karti hain

Moving my fingers around my kohl-lined eyes, I closed them a little and curved my wrists in a spinning motion to show the state of being drunk in love.

My eyes for a second moved outside the window and went downwards at the bushes when I found a boy staring up at me. I gasped and averted my eyes while scurrying back to the door to calm my racing heart.

I counted the rapid beating of my heart until ten and tip-toed to the window again. Hiding half of my face behind the curtain, I peered down the window to check if the boy was still standing there or not.

He was!

“No use hiding. I have already seen you. You dance really well.”

Blushing at the compliment and at my embarrassment, I replied, “Thanks.”

“What’s your name?” The boy asked.

The white lights were dim, and some were already switched off. I could barely make out the boy’s appearance. I could spot a bike and the boy standing beside it, all dressed in a sleeveless grey tank top and black trousers. His hair tousled because of the wind, probably from the bike ride, and his face was half hidden thanks to the dim street lights; he looked no less dreamy.

I wondered how I hadn’t seen this guy before.

“Sameera. Yours?”

“I will tell you if you agree to meet me at the society park tomorrow evening. I am new here, though.”

Taken aback and slightly amused at his forwardness, I said, “I have my dance class in the evening.”

“When does your class end?”

“At 6.30 PM.”

The boy thought for a while before saying. I silently looked at him, wondering what in the fictional novel world I had actually seeped into when he looked up at me again. “I will see you around 7 then. Goodnight.”

Passing me a two-finger salute, he sat atop his bike and sped off towards D-wing. After a minute, I tapped my head and stood in front of the mirror to contemplate what had happened in these ten minutes. Aankhon ki gustakhiyan had finished a long time ago, and Dekha ek khwaab had begun playing.

I rolled my eyes while trying to hide the bright smile on my lips as I glanced at my reflection. Hiding my face in my palms, I closed my textbook and notebook. Placing them on their rightful shelves, I made my bed, and with a strange, warm smile, I went to bed. My mind was now fixed on the boy on the bike outside the window.

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This was supposed to be a short story par nahi hua so maybe with enough motivation I might just end up writing this in parts to fuel my writing with end sems kyunki dimag isn't dimaging well :(

IT'S 1 AM NOW?? HOW BYE I WILL GO SLEEP AND WAKE UP TO STUDY TOMOROW

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[sabhi-napasand]

I want him...

I want him to be taller than me, nothing much just a head taller than me.... I want him to hug me when I'm in need of it..... I want him to look at me... I want him to have short hair, not really-really short but short enough for me to run my hand through his hair..... I want him to breathe me in when I hug him tight when we are waiting for our respective buses......I want him to have stubble.....I want him to have his sleeves folded so I can annoy him by pinching his skin and hair and him to softly yell at me 'mat kara karo waise, lagta hai!' ....I want him and me to have matching wrist-watches....I want him to be okay if I play a song thirteen thousand times...I want him to say 'aur ek baar yeh gana tumne bajaya na toh dekh lena...' but I still listen to it and he sighs and says nothing.... I want him to hold my wrist when we cross the road, qki haanth may toh Mera rumaal aur phone hona hai.....I want him to kiss me and then look around to check whether our neighbours looked, why? because I told him ki 'lets pretend humlog abhi bhi school may hain and mummy ko pata chalne nahi dena hai..'' and he remembers it and does it every time... I want him to know that I want him with all his mess...I simply want him..

("kya chahiye??" ......"yeh chahiye")

[kylejsugarman]

hey I lurk for your Breaking Bad content. please give me all of your Jesse in Alaska/recovery headcanons. I need it like I need air.

jesse in alaska.......where do i even begin 😔 im going to avoid lingering too much on my alaska oc's and that little world (tldr for newcomers: jesse gets to haines, starts working at a repair/custom shop called carvings owned by sheila, and befriends and falls in love with the local vet demi who is raising her niece baby) just because there are Plenty of those posts and i want to focus more on jesse himself

this is one ive talked about before, but its just so precious to me, and thats jesse getting into cooking. at first, him learning how to do it is out of pure necessity. the canned food that ed left him only lasts for a few weeks and the prepackaged stuff at the store is all queasily redolent of the "treats" (<- meager sustenance) that were dropped into his cage, so he picks up a box of dry pasta and looks at the recipe for chicken penne printed on the box. it has all the steps, the ingredients. he was always good at following a recipe. jesse dutifully buys the stuff and what begins as him robotically following the text later on in his small, dim kitchen starts to feel. Good. there's no harsh fumes or chemical burns. he doesnt have to measure the garlic down to a hundredth of a gram. he has a recipe to follow—something to guide him—but nothing awful is going to happen if he experiments a little. if he deviates. and he isn't making poison. he's making something Good. for so, so long, jesse only Destroyed and when he did create, it was poison. now he gets to do what he wants. he gets to make good. that chicken penne is the first thing he eats in weeks that actually has flavor—or maybe he's letting himself Taste again. jesse starts cooking more and more, using those supermarket recipes and eventually recipes that he prints off from the public library computers, and even once it becomes a part of his daily routine, he never loses that weird excitement for it. there's the satisfaction of successfully executing a task even with his memory issues and adhd, but also the excitement of realizing over and over that he can do what he wants.

jesse thinks he's "done" with drugs when he gets to alaska purely because he hasn't been able to use and doesnt have immediate access to anything stronger than alcohol or tobacco, but he quickly realizes that he does not have any other kind of coping mechanism ready to deploy or way to sufficiently distract himself once he's physically and mentally well enough to Be Aware. alcohol doesnt seem to "work" fast enough. he thinks over and over about hiring a sex worker or finding a bar somewhere so he can have sex with and fall asleep next to a warm, living body. he drives for hours and sometimes hits the brakes hard on the icy road when theres no one else out there, letting himself skid uncontrollably and hoping he crashes. he wants to start a fight with a stranger. he wants to hug a stranger. and he does end up using drugs again, several times. i mean he's a severely traumatized addict arriving in a new location with zero support. it's not a failure, it's not irreversible backsliding: it's just the reality of what being in this terrifying, vulnerable situation would be like for jesse. for a long time, he sees these relapses as signs of weakness and that Certain People were right about him being a pathetic junkie with no will or value, but as he starts meeting people and finding new ways to be happy and getting the right treatment for his various issues and sometimes even sitting in NA church basement meetings because he just needs to be Understood, jesse comes around to the idea that addiction is not a moral failing and sees his life as worthy enough to safely and healthily preserve.

lightning round!! jesse decides once he arrives to grow his hair and facial hair out some to look less like his old mugshot, but also because as soon as the cold winter air touches his shaved head, he basically reverts to spongebob and patrick duct-taping fur off of sandy to survive in her dome during winter. he stops to stare in awe at eagles and whales and moose even after years and years of living in alaska. his sense of smell is nearly totally destroyed from cooking without protection, but he still always buys lemon scented soap and cleaning stuff because lemon was his aunt ginny's favorite scent. he reads up on a lot of first-aid on the public library computers, sometimes out of a sense of frantic compulsion or guilt, sometimes out of legitimate curiosity. when he drives home from doctors appointments or NA meetings, he plays the music in his car so loud that his seat shakes. the people of haines know that mr driscoll can be a little cagey and will flinch at the sound of his own laugh, but they also know that he brakes for animals and carves beautiful gadrooning and buys ten of whatever the kids are selling to raise money for the band or their scout troop. and they like him quite a bit :)

[pierrai]

HELLO MY FRIEND. I have come back from space just to send you this request. Human! Haine/Protag/Alastor threesome would be absolutely appreciated... Bonus points if Alastor thinks that his relationship with the protagonist is more important to them than the one they have with Haine.

I hit a road block with this request for a while, but suddenly, I felt inspiration!! I feel bad for Haine, and I think we should kill Al! The fact that I wrote around 6.5K words for this is proof that no god exists and I don't know how to be succinct. Sigh.

Character: Alastor Catesby, Haine Word Count: 6503 Scenario: Human! Haine, Alastor and Protag threesome. Warnings: NSFW, the stealing of Haine's virginities (lol)

The tavern was bustling and busy but not nearly at the peak of its liveliness yet. The clock was ticking towards midnight and with each minute that passed by and each glass of alcohol downed, the night was only going to get rowdier. You somehow found yourself in the dead centre of the room, sitting at a table on what might've been your second glass of rum. Your tablemates were passing around anecdotes, only occasionally looking towards you when you added the odd passing remark, but you were having fun simply listening to the increasing chaos.

The evening would probably go on for longer than this, and though you were taking it slow right now, you knew you'd very likely end up blackout drunk by the end. Alastor hadn't been around to visit your table yet, but when he did, that'd be it. The two of you would perpetually egg each other on with more booze like the concept of restraint simply didn't exist.

For now, however, that wasn't the case. Gazing around the room, you could spy Al tucked away in a booth with only a couple other members of the gang. Usually, he'd be at the pub counter or more towards the centre of the room with you, but this was one of those rare nights Haine had begrudgingly come out drinking with the rest of you, so Al had been oh-so-kindly keeping him company. You can only chuckle at the sight of a sober Haine looking more miserable than you'd ever seen him, while Alastor next to him banters back and forth with the other gang members, downing shot after shot.

Perhaps Haine would appreciate your company instead. While Al was always quick to join in with the festive atmosphere, you could at least still phase back to talking calmly and reasonably when Haine was around. Over the time you'd known him, you reasoned that he must've liked you a little bit. At the very least, he preferred your company above others. If Haine ever had to defer to anyone, his first choice after Al was usually you. You had the added bonus of being slightly less of a tease, but you were definitely enough of one that he may have developed a small crush after all of your 'accidental' intimacy. Your ego was certainly happy for such a development, even if your moral compass took issue. It's not like you were going to take it that far though.

A couple of times, you noticed Haine sparing you a glance every now and then. Whether he wanted to come and chat to you and just hadn't properly summoned up the courage (or the heart to ditch Al; he was adorably loyal, you'd discovered) or whether he was fine sat where he was and just wanted to admire the view of you from a distance, you were happy either way. You pretended not to notice, but this time when you gleamed his eyes wandering towards you, you purposefully caught them with your own.

He was quick to dart his eyes back down to the table. His cheeks were tinted red, and if not for his aversion to alcohol, he might’ve had the excuse that he'd been drinking. Your lips curved into a smile as you suppressed a bout of laughter, especially when Haine propped his elbow against the table and rested his cheek in his palm to cover up his embarrassment. Al glanced back at his boothmate just in time to catch his adolescent abashment, then looked up to meet your gaze instead.

And an idea suddenly struck you. You gave him an innocent smile and then turned your attention back to your own seatmates, continuing to chat and drink and make merry like nothing had happened.

It didn't take that long (like you thought it wouldn't), but Al eventually found himself chatting up a stranger rather than sitting with Haine. You waited to see if he would instead hover over to you, but perhaps he didn't want to interrupt the banter you already had going on with your drinking buddies. Doing the hard work for him, you eventually saddled over and sat yourself next to him just as it looked like he was about to leave.

Once again, he appreciated your company, quickly becoming less rigid and stiff-looking and instead finally relaxing a little bit. Despite being on your third drink by now, you held a decent conversation between the two of you. It might've been the latest you'd seen Haine stay out at night. He was definitely a diligent early-to-bed, early-to-rise type.

As the evening progressed into night and the tavern naturally became more lively and loud, you huddled yourself up closer to Haine. At first it was passably innocent. You'd brush your elbow against his or shift your legs beneath the table so they'd rest closer to him. He politely didn't react, only sparing you the shortest of glances before promptly, pretending that nothing had happened. Though he wasn't afraid to speak his mind in other matters, when it came to intimacy, he was satisfyingly docile.

Eventually, you were practically leaning against him, chin almost perched against his once-again incredibly stiff shoulder, while your hand rested halfway up his thigh. Whenever someone would tell a joke you found particularly funny, you'd lean further towards him with a tipsy laugh and tighten your grip on his leg as if it helped you steady yourself. Though this made him especially flustered, he'd only protest with the mildest of grumblings. He liked this more than he disliked it, and you knew that. The poor guy really did have a crush.

Perhaps it was a little bit cruel of you to tease someone as innocent as Haine, but if he got upset, you could always blame it on the alcohol. It's not like he was underage or anything either, just inexperienced, which only made you more eager to tease him. However, you'd be lying if you said your interest was only in Haine. Really you'd be lying if you said your primary interest lay with Haine at all.

Every so often during a lull in the conversation he was having with whoever his new drinking buddy was, Alastor would glance back at the two of you cosied up to each other (or rather you cosied up to Haine), and you'd find yourself coquettishly smirking at him. He'd smirk back, but the way his eyes thinned and the corners of his lips tightened gave you a very satisfying kick. This was fun, and you wanted to take it further.

You suddenly ran your hand further up Haine's thigh so quickly that he finally gasped and grabbed your wrist before it could reach between his legs. He met your gaze desperately.

"What are you doing?" He hissed out, and you innocently raised your eyebrows.

"Hm? What do you mean?" Was your nonchalant response, one that Haine stammered around when he tried to reply.

"A-All night you've been—I mean... Why are you—" When all three of his attempts to speak promptly failed, he dipped his head slightly and sighed out a curt breath before reaching a more discouraging conclusion. "You're too drunk," he muttered dismissively. "Maybe it'd be better if we went back."

His words make you grin. Poor, poor Haine. He really was adorable; you feel like some kind of sadist getting such a kick out of him. You mourned for the poor boy's self-esteem too. He only thought you were being so flirtatious with him because you were shit-faced drunk. Not like the truth would've made him feel much better though.

"Oh, Haine~" you cooed, leaning your weight completely against him. "You want to take me home? Scandalous! I didn't think you had it in you!" Accompanying your words was a near-elated burst of laughter. You knew Haine wasn't the type to take advantage of you like that. He really did just want to take you home and make sure you were okay (though you liked the idea that he also wanted to keep you from sleeping with someone else in your drunk state; could Haine ever get jealous? It was cute to imagine).

"What? N-No!" You laughed again at his flat-out denial, tracing your finger up and down his arm.

"You're so sweet, Haine," you hummed. "I do feel quite tired... Maybe it would be better if we left early." Despite still being tense from how close you were to him, you could feel his body relax slightly with relief, and he nodded along to your affirmations.

You made sure to continue clinging to him as the two of you left, but not before loudly announcing your departure to your friends still sat at the table you'd started the night at. Haine didn't seem comfortable with so many eyes suddenly turning to the sight of the two of you, but it was only one pair you were specifically interested in, and you refused to meet them as you finally turned to leave.

The walk back was more calm. Most people were indoors sleeping or indoors drinking, so the only noise that could be heard were muffled cheers or the footsteps of stragglers still pacing around the murky streets. You made light conversation with Haine, holding onto his arm, and since he likely assumed you were drunk, he gave clipped replies and kept his eyes cast to the floor so he wouldn't have to think of the consistent embarrassment he was subjected to with you so close.

When you eventually did reach the sleeping quarters, the conversation had dwindled off into a comfortable silence on your end and likely a more uncomfortable one on Haine's end. Haine stopped just as he'd passed through the doorway to your room (you had your own, courtesy of Al).

"You'll manage from here, right?" He said quietly, though with how empty the building was, you had no problems hearing him. You could tell how eager he was to turn-tail and run as soon as he was sure you were in bed and settled for a long, drunken sleep.

"Won't you walk me to bed at least? I feel reeaally dizzy," you giggle. Mercifully, you didn't ask him to strip you down and change you into your night clothes instead, and he bit his lip and then pressed it into a firm line before walking you over to your bed, still allowing your weight to lean against him.

Upon reaching the bed, you take the chance to suddenly swing your weight to one side, and the resulting catastrophe dragged a shocked yelp from Haine's throat as he toppled over the edge of your mattress and landed squarely in the centre of your bed with you comfortably straddling his waist.

The following silence was so heavy, you could hear a pin drop until you broke it.

"Oops..." It was clear you didn't do anything accidentally, and although you were sure Haine knew that as well, he couldn't exactly form any words to accuse you of anything right now. His face was the very picture of red. His eyes were locked onto you, seemingly unable to look away, and his hands were frozen at his sides, just inches from where your legs pinned him down.

You shuffled your weight slightly, feeling the slightest amount of friction of your bodies rubbing together where they were connected. How long would it take him to get hard?

"Actually, Haine..." Your voice was low and sultry, eyes half-lidded. Haine's chest rose in a sharp intake of breath. "Will you stay with me tonight instead?"

Your question seemed to restore some sense of clarity back to him, as he let out a shaky sigh.

"No... No, you're just—" he shook his head, attempting to move and only half-succeeding. "You're just really drunk and—"

"Who said I was drunk?" You asked with a laugh, leaning forward and draping your arms over Haine's shoulders as he shuffled underneath you to sit up. His whole body froze up again, and you were sure you could feel a stiffness forming beneath his pants. "Gosh Haine, you can tell you haven't drank before. I didn't drink that much. Sure, I might be tipsy, but it takes a lot more than a couple glasses to get me drunk." You'd say you were dancing the line between tipsy and drunk right now, but Haine didn't need to know that. Up until a point, you were a rather comprehensive drunk.

"Y...You're lying," he hissed back, still trying to recover from how flustered he was at your close proximity. "Please just get off me already. I only brought you back so you could go to bed. You're clearly wasted."

"Am not," you shot back. "And is that really all you brought me back for? Didn't have anything else in mind, Haine?" You snicker as you leant your head a bit closer. Definitely close enough to kiss him. "You didn't think about taking advantage of me?"

"What?! No!" With how quickly he'd denied it, you truly do believe that he'd never do anything to harm you while drunk; he sounded all but horrified by the idea, but you were sure you'd at least conjured some dirty images in his mind since you could definitely feel his hard-on through his pants now.

"That's a shame... I wouldn't have minded if it were you," you mused. "Not that it matters anyway since I'm still not drunk." You shifted your weight slightly, not missing how Haine's jaw clenched slightly, and decided to speed things along. "Have you ever kissed anyone, Haine?"

"What…?" He was immediately thrown for a loop, of course, but you persisted.

"Are you sure you're not drunk?" You teased. "I asked if you've ever kissed anyone."

"I don't see how..." He began, casting his heated gaze to the side before giving up his train of thought. "Can you just get off me already?"

"Answer me first." If it was anyone else, such repeated pushback would probably turn you off completely, but this was Haine, and Haine was definitely more than reserved. He let out a huff like the air had been squeezed from chest.

"No, I haven't." A smirk graced your lips.

"Wanna try?" If Haine wasn't completely stunned before, he certainly was now, mouth opening and closing again before opening one more time so he can claw out a few more words of absolute bewilderment.

"W-Why would I want to do that?" Though he managed not to stutter his way through his question, his voice was anything but steady. You hum out an amused laugh, shifting your hips again just slightly.

"I mean... you're obviously turned on, and since we're already alone together... and it's late... and we're in such a compromising position..." You cast your eyes to different corners of the room with each reason listed, before finally bringing them back to Haine with a suggestive smile. "I figured kissing would be the first of many things we could do. I was being considerate enough to take things slow with you."

Considerate was not the right word to use, but you needn't mention it. Haine paused for a good few long seconds before he could think of what to respond with.

"You know I don't... sleep around for fun or anything, right?" he said, voice rising slightly in pitch the more he seemed to waver. You were so close to cracking him, and though that wasn't what you were really doing this for, you did feel the slightest bit pleased with your accomplishment. You also found it terribly funny how quick he was to ignore any mention of his arousal, though it was obvious enough you were sure even he had long since noticed it.

"You should try it then. If two people like each other, then where's the harm in fooling around a bit for fun?" Haine bristled at the mention of 'like' but fell silent otherwise. "Unless you're saving yourself for marriage or something like that."

"N...Not really." Comforting to know. Though you didn't entirely peg Haine as the stuffy type to wait till marriage before he had sex, you could definitely imagine him having some innocent, romanticised fantasy of waiting for the right person to come along to steal his virtue. Someone kind and considerate. Someone not like you.

"Then would it be so bad if your firsts were with me?" Your voice was barely a whisper now, the gap between your and Haine's lips being little more than a centimetre. When he made no more attempts to back away, you took it as good as you'd get in terms of consent. He was taller than you anyway. If he wanted to, he could just overpower you. The fact that he hadn't yet just showed to you how much he wanted things to go further, and with those justifications in mind, you finally pressed your lips against his.

You did have to remind yourself that he was entirely a virgin; no sex, no kisses, no nothing. You couldn't escalate things too quickly, so the first kiss you gave him was as barebones basic as it could get—a gentle peck. Haine was so tense that you couldn't help smiling against his lips, even more so when you feel and hear the sharp and sudden exhale through his nose with him likely forgetting to breathe.

You parted briefly, then locked your lips together again, melding your body against his as this time you opened your mouth slightly and guided him to do the same thing. Being entirely inexperienced, it was easy to dive your tongue in with little resistance, and the small whine escaping up from the back of Haine's throat was satisfying to listen to. As far as first kisses went, you reckoned you were a rather good first experience to have.

The longer your make-out session continued, Haine's hands eventually and hesitantly found their way to your waist, just hesitant enough that you had an excuse to keep your movements slow and sensual rather than fast-paced. Your tongue slithered its way back into his mouth after a small pause to breathe, while your arms wrapped firmly around his neck. Since your hands weren't free, you instead ground your hips down onto Haine's crotch, purposefully trying to press against the tent that had formed in his pants. While he was trying not to moan into the kiss, you were simply trying not to smile more. This boy was seriously such a virgin.

"Oh? You two didn't even have the decency to lock the door? Anyone could walk in."

About time.

Haine all but froze up at the sound of Al's voice, drawing away from you so quickly, you were lucky you didn't bite your tongue or his. By contrast, you were perfectly calm, keeping your arms hooked around Haine's neck as you turned your head back with a smug, nonchalant smirk, hoping the string of saliva still connecting yours and Haine's mouth was visible even in the poor lighting of the darkened room.

"Hey, Al. Done drinking already?" You purred. "Thought you usually stayed out all night?"

"Thought I'd come back early tonight," came Al's snappy reply as he sauntered around the bed frame so he could sit on the side of the bed. Haine beneath you shifted uncomfortably, likely wanting to escape, but he couldn't move much with your weight pressed against him. The poor boy probably thought you were finished with him now.

"Well, we're a bit busy, as you can see, so why not go back? I'm sure the gang misses you." You tightened your arms around Haine's neck again and turned your head back to peck at his lips.

"H-Hey!" You promptly ignored his protests, taking advantage of the way he leant back to kiss down his jaw and neck instead, deciding to escalate the intensity of your actions with your new audience member. Al huffed slightly, standing up again and moving around to the other side of the bed where Haine was instead. By the time he'd sat down, you were already tugging Haine's shirt up his chest and peppering kisses against his skin. He had a few scars littered there, but you weren't about to comment on it nor think too much about how he'd gotten them.

"Al—"

"I'm hurt, Haine," Al hummed with faux dejection before the other could say much at all, leaning towards Haine who couldn't decide whether he should pay attention to his boss mere centimetres away from his face, or you who was beginning to creep your hand towards the erection between his legs. "Here I thought you liked me more. The two of us have been through a lot together, haven't we?" He glanced down briefly, and you, of course, met his duplicitous eyes with your own amused gaze. "This no-good slut will sleep with anyone." You almost snort at the hypocrisy.

Haine was at a loss for words, so you filled the silence for him instead, pausing your chaste kisses against his pale skin.

"Says you. Haine actually asked me to come back with him himself," you smirked, not missing Haine's expression once again changing to one of stunned exasperation. He opened his mouth to object, but Al slung his arm around his shoulders before he could get out a single word.

"Wow," he drawled. "You must've grown up while I wasn't looking. Very forward of you, but I'm still offended you didn't ask me home first. I wouldn't have said no." You rolled your eyes, but take the opportunity to continue pawing between Haine's legs while he was distracted by Al's flirting. His cheeks were far past red now.

"You—" he began, suddenly sucking in a breath when your palm brushed right over his cock. You tugged at the buttons of his pants, and Haine darted his eyes back to you. "Why are you still doing that?!"

"Just ignore that drunkard," you huffed with a smile, resuming your kisses along Haine's chest and leaving a few nice marks at his collarbone.

"Haine, you're a virgin, aren't you?" Al asked, ignoring your jab, then not giving Haine a chance to answer before continuing. "You should at least have someone around to give you pointers. Since I'm so nice and so experienced, I think I'll stay and watch. Make sure you get the most out of it, you know?" Although he was talking to Haine, his gaze was pointedly directed towards you, and you smirked as you finally unbutton far down enough for your hand to slip into Haine's pants.

"S-Stop, seriously," Haine piped up again, briefly looking back at you once your hand brushed against his bare cock before he couldn't quite decide where he wanted his eyes to land—you or Al. He eventually picked both, darting his eyes back and forth multiple times. "I-I thought... Is this some kind of joke you two are in on? It's not funny." With how uncertain he sounded, you really did almost feel bad. Almost.

"It's not a joke. It's just fun. What's wrong with that?" With your earlier sentiments echoed once again, the ensuing silence from Haine was one you were definitely pleased with. He admired both you and Al; it wouldn’t have been a stretch to say he might have had a small crush on both of you, and though you knew he wouldn’t have ever acted upon it, he could definitely be pushed into letting something like this happen to him instead. It was just harmless fun after all.

Shuffling yourself further down the bed, you crouched down so your face was hovering just above Haine’s waist and then tugged his pants down at the front so his cock finally sprang out of his underwear. The tip was already wet, and when you grabbed onto his shaft and leant your head down so your breath fanned against him, you felt him twitch. You laughed, deciding you didn’t want to waste much more time wetting his cock so he could eventually put it inside of you, and so you took it into your mouth.

The taste was familiarly salty, and the sensation of your mouth being filled only took a few seconds to properly get used to. Vaguely, you thought that Haine might’ve been about as big as Al, if not just the slightest bit bigger, something you would definitely comment on later in the hopes of provoking him further once you and Al were alone.

“You must be desperate to please, since you’re using your mouth so eagerly,” Al commented snidely, and though your mouth was clearly too full to jab back at him, you threw him a half-hearted glare and rubbed your tongue more aggressively against the underside of Haine’s shaft. Haine reacted with a barely stifled moan, his hand raised to his mouth so he could keep himself quiet. When you met Al’s eyes once again, this time your expression was smug.

For a brief moment, you returned to focusing on Haine, bobbing your head up and down a few times slowly and really dragging out as many nice sounds from him as you could, but when he suddenly sounded more muffled, you cast your eyes back up to look at him and was not all that surprised to see Al had roughly grabbed his chin so he could kiss him instead. While your kisses were chaste and soft, Al was much more aggressive and dominant. Poor Haine looked like he was being overwhelmed, but he wasn’t pushing away and his cock only seemed to get harder the more the three of you delved into debauchery.

His moans were being swallowed up, only escaping in the gaps between his and Al’s mouths along with the wet sound of their kissing. The sight was a turn on, maybe because you were thinking more about Al kissing you instead, but the thought of the three of you messing around was just as arousing anyway. You were getting slightly more impatient to hurry things along, so you licked up the full length of Haine’s cock before popping it out your mouth, leaving a mix of saliva and precum beaded at his tip.

Haine briefly managed to notice the sudden absence of your mouth, casting his eyes to the side whilst Al continued to monopolise his own. When he tried to pull away, Al only switched to his throat and began lightly biting at a patch of skin until it was red. Haine's panicked eyes followed you as you loosened the drawstring at your waist and tugged your shirt upwards so you could loosen your pants even more. 

"Getting onto the main event already?" Al asked, finally turning his attention to you again, and you were sure he'd realised before Haine did what exactly you were doing. You spared him an amused look as you kicked off your underwear, and then leaned backwards so your elbows propped you up on the bed. Haine was looking at you like you'd grown another head. 

"What… What am I supposed to do?" Al laughed, his head almost perched on Haine's shoulder. 

"Stick it in, obviously," he said. Haine sighed out a shaky breath, looking at you as if to ask if that was really okay. 

"Go on," you cooed before he could actually ask, but your reassurance seemed to unnerve him even more as he looked down at the sight of you offering yourself up to him like a tasty meal, and then even further down to between your legs where he was supposed to 'stick it in', as Al had so eloquently put it. 

"Yeah, go on, Haine," Al repeated in an equally sultry tone, and when Haine only hesitated further, Al slapped him on the back so he was sent stumbling forward and even closer to you. “Unless you want me to do it instead. I don’t mind.” Perhaps he was even hoping for that to happen, you hoped. 

Haine only had the strength to throw him a discouraging glare before his attention was instead drawn back to you and his sudden proximity to you. You thought for a moment he might back out, but after a few seconds of hesitantly doing nothing, he reached his hand between his legs in an attempt to position himself correctly. After another moment, you felt something prodding against you, and finally, your breath hitched when Haine pushed himself inside of you at an agonizingly slow pace. You had to remind yourself (again) that he was inexperienced. This probably felt insanely good to him, while for you, you wanted something more fast-paced. Though your eyes should have been on the man about to fuck you, you cast them towards the man sat behind him instead and bit your lip.

“Feel good?” Al asked, leaning a bit closer.

“Tight…” Haine rasped after a beat, and continued pushing forward until he was properly inside of you. You let out a moan, and Al thinned his eyes, his question sufficiently answered. Though it wasn’t obvious to most, you could tell you’d irked him. It was funny and exactly what you’d wanted to do.

When Haine didn’t immediately move, you instead impatiently ground your hips against him, forcing a few more moans to slip past his lips. He looked at you as if begging you to slow down, but it wasn’t as if he wasn’t enjoying it, so you saw no reason to stop. You knew exactly what movements to move your hips in to elicit the most pleasure from Haine, and it had the added bonus of making Al even more uptight.

“You… can move,” you added with a strained moan, and Haine’s brow creased before he gently placed his hands at your hips and pulled out further, then back in. It was slow, but it still felt good even if it wasn’t what you were used to.

"I could do better," Al snorted, his half-lidded eyes casting over where Haine was hilted inside you. You looked up at him, a coquettish smirk on your lips.

"Y...Yeah?" You said back breathily. "Too bad. I'm occupied." He brought his gaze back up to meet yours, smirking.

"Too bad that’s not what I meant."

You paused for a moment, your brow raising in confusion as Al stood up and then shuffled himself onto the bed completely. Haine involuntarily gasped when he was shoved forward further, and you instead moaned when the additional weight of his body caused his cock to further grind against your insides. After your mind had fuzzily registered enough pleasure, you gazed at the sight of Haine now pinning you down onto the bed while Al loomed behind him;

Surely, he wasn't going to...?

"Al—Why did you..." Haine began breathlessly, turning his head back as he tried to ignore how close his face was to your own now so he could look back at Al instead. His hands were pinned on either side of your body essentially trapping you in, but you found your new position more amusing than bothersome. Haine was taller than both you and Al, so having him trapped between you both like some helpless creature was funny.

"You don't mind, right Haine?" Al said, running his hands along Haine waist before hooking his fingers at his already-loosened pants so he could tug them further down his legs. You let out a low rumble of a laugh when you heard Haine's breath catch in his throat. What a night this was turning out to be. "You've already lost one of your virginities tonight, why not lose another? I mean, you do like me as well, don't you?" He hummed, casting a sharpened glance at you as he did so.

"Y-You're not serious, are you?" Haine stuttered out. You didn’t know if it was from panic or excitement, but you felt him throb inside you and had to bite your lip so you didn’t moan any further. "Wait, Al—"

"It was getting boring just watching, so I think I'll join in too." Unlike you, Al was quick but still very skillful. He stuck two of his fingers in his mouth, wetting them adequately before bringing them between Haine's legs and prodding his wet fingertips against Haine's asshole. Another throb, and you had to bite your lip harder.

Al's fingers deftly worked their way deeper until he was just about knuckle-deep. Haine was more shamelessly burying his head against the crook of your neck, probably too focused on the new strange sensations assaulting him rather than thinking about his dignity. He only tilted his head slightly to peer back once Al took his fingers back out and replaced them with something larger, and Haine was once again biting his lip and pressing himself against you to cope with the sensation of being filled up from behind.

Accompanying Haine’s petered moans and gasps was Al’s own satisfied sigh, and he seemed to have the same thought in mind when he locked eyes with you upon finally hilting himself inside of Haine. You let out a breathy laugh, barely audible, bringing your hands to rest across Haine’s shoulders as some small form of comfort. His first time having sex and he got to experience both ways of doing it; it must’ve been a lot for someone like him.

Al had at least enough mercy to give Haine a few seconds to adjust, but not enough to give him any longer, as it didn’t take him all that long to begin slowly thrusting his hips back and forth until he eventually found a steady pace. He must have found a rather pleasurable spot right away, as Haine suddenly let out a few uncontrollable whines of pleasure and gripped the bed sheets tightly with his shaky fingers.

“W-Wait—I’ll—” You knew what he was trying to warn you off, but you didn’t care and neither did Al as he only increased the pace at which his hips were moving. He threw you another smug look as if to imply that Haine’s impending orgasm was thanks to him, but you’d argue that you were doing most of the work in making him feel good instead; Al was just what tipped him over the edge. Regardless, you weren’t nearing any sort of climax, and neither was Al, so poor Haine would be in for an even longer ride. You weren’t surprised he’d come so early. It was his first time and he was getting the full experience. Haine’s breaths became shorter and sharper until he let out a final broken moan and his whole body tensed up atop of you. You brushed your hands across his back, simultaneously leaning your head to the side so you could kiss his neck and leave a nice hickey next to the one Al had left. Not too long after, you could feel him filling you up even more.

Unfortunately for Haine (and fortunately for you and Al who still had yet to come) neither of you planned on stopping, so when Al’s thrusts continued at a steady pace, Haine couldn’t do much but let it happen. You were sort of impressed he was still hard, but perhaps you’d simply underestimated his stamina due to how easily he was letting you and Al do whatever you wanted to him.

Haine felt good, his length filling you to the brim and consistently rubbing at just the right spots, but the only reason he was hitting those spots at all was down to Al's skilful thrusts from just behind, giving enough momentum for Haine to move back and forth. Haine was too inexperienced (and likely too overwhelmed), able to do little more than hazily lie against you and occasionally attempt to weakly jerk his own hips forward. Alastor, on the other hand, knew what he was doing.

You really did quite adore the soft moans coming from Haine's mouth, the way his chest stuttered up and down with shaky breaths, the throbbing of his inexperienced and sensitive cock inside of you, but you know you'd prefer much more if it were Al fucking you raw instead.

When you started to feel your own orgasm building up and tightening like a coil at the pit of your stomach, Al was quick to notice. He angled his hips just right so that both you and Haine ended up gasping in unison, then smirked down at you. He was oh-so-proud of himself; he was essentially fucking both of you, and he was certainly fucking you closer to your own climax.You chest heaved, with each moan becoming less and less restrained, but you kept your eyes locked with Al’s as you watched his brows knit together with the strain of his own approaching orgasm. You wished he could finish inside of you.

You were glad when he leant down, sandwiching Haine even more tightly between the two of you and pistoning his hips faster as he caught your mouth in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. You were, of course, quick to reciprocate, opening your mouth wider so Al’s tongue could dive its way into your mouth and dance with your own. You wanted to feel his entire body against you but this would have to do for now. The pressure between your legs built up more and more until it finally released in a wave of pleasure extending all the way to the tips of your fingers. You placed a hand on the back of Al’s head, gripping his hair tightly enough you knew it’d probably sting a little, as a moan slipped between your lips and your body tensed repeatedly. Al grunted into the kiss as well, hips finally stuttering as he presumably came as well.

It took you a good few minutes for the fuzz clouding your mind to clear, but when it did, you registered that Haine—you admittedly tuned his presence out for a moment—was still collapsed atop of you after finishing inside of you again, while Al had pulled out and was leaning against the back of the bed frame. Like you’d been doing all night, throwing each other chance glances, you laughed when your tired, bliss-filled eyes crossed again and Al raised a half-amused brow at you. You weren’t sure what exactly you’d won at, but you definitely had the feeling that you did, in fact, win. You had tempted him back here after all, and that was good enough for you.

You still felt a bit bad for Haine, but considering how incapacitated he was now, only just managing to roll to the side so he wasn’t suffocating you, you could console yourself with the shallow justification that he’d definitely enjoyed himself as far as first times went. You were looking forward to the next time you and Al were alone together; he wasn’t likely to forget such a stunt nor let you off the hook for it, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited to see what would happen next.

[glitteredbubbles]

Intro post!!

Fanfic Masterlist | Current WIPs

Hi!! You can call me Z, and my pronouns are she/her :)

(last updated 5/6/2025)

Some prominent facts about me:

- I’m a demisexual lesbian who posts occasionally and mainly reblogs stuff I find visually appealing

- For positionality context, I am a white cis USAmerican woman (specifically from the south; I have a love/hate relationship with it)

- I am undiagnosed but suspect I am somewhere on the autism spectrum

- I am a fanfic writer!! You can find my ao3 account here

- I consume a LOT of media; I mainly watch a lot movies, read a lot of books, and listen to a lot of music, though I am trying to get into TV shows more

- I enjoy asks and DMs! We don’t have to be mutuals, just don’t be weird :)

- I do not have a tagging system really; I mainly use my tags as an extra space to rant so this is like the Wild West (you can find fandom specific posts usually through ship names like Anderperry or Reddie)

- DNIs: if you’re homophobic, a nazi, transphobic, a terf, ableist, an ed/pro-ana tumblr account, fatphobic, racist, a white supremacist, anti-semitic, a zionist, misogynist, a conservative, or if you’re just mean tbh. I can and will block anyone who gives me bad vibes so keep that in mind when interacting <3

Fandoms:

- Dead Poets Society (mainly Anderperry)

- IT (mainly Reddie)

- I have other fandoms that I write for/have written for which I’m not super active in like The Batman, Stranger Things, and The Goldfinch

- I also have fandoms that I’ve only read fanfic for that I’m not super involved in that I could geek out about like The Maze Runner, Detroit: Become Human, One Direction, Criminal Minds, Heartstopper, etc.

Interests:

Music:

- I listen to practically every genre (besides post-9/11 country music), but I tend to gravitate more towards sad indie, 1970s folk, or instrumental score music!

- For example, some of my favorites are Sufjan Stevens, Mitski, Bon Iver, Ethel Cain, Black Country New Road, Lucy Dacus, Radiohead, Adrienne Lenker, Elliott Smith, Car Seat Headrest, Fleetwood Mac, Simon & Garfunkel, Nick Drake, Talking Heads, George Harrison, Al Green, Tia Blake, Labi Siffre, Emile Mosseri, Masayoshi Takanaka, Philip Glass, Masakatsu Takagi, Colin Stetson, Jonny Greenwood, Aphex Twin, Mort Garson, Mamman Sani, etc.

Books:

- I prefer to read literary fiction (particularly realistic fiction), but I also try to read a good amount of poetry and nonfiction as well! (If you want to be mutuals on Storygraph, DM me!)

- My favorite books of all time are Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit, The Little Prince, The Song of Achilles, The Miseducation of Cameron Post, Catcher in the Rye, Crush, The Virgin Suicides, Beloved, The Secret History, The Color Purple, The Awakening, Devotions, The Giver, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, The Book Thief, The Goldfinch, There There, Giovanni’s Room, The Bluest Eye, Gorilla My Love, and The Dream of a Common Language!!

Movies:

- I’ll watch any and everything, although my personal taste leans towards coming-of-age, queer, weird, sad, and/or arthouse cinema. (If you want to be mutuals on Letterboxd, DM me!)

- Some of my favorite movies are Where Is the Friend’s House?, Little Miss Sunshine, Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters, Perfect Blue, The Company of Strangers, Swiss Army Man, Being John Malkovich, Everything Everywhere All At Once, Dead Poets Society, Parasite, the Spiderverse movies, Her, Moonlight, The Holdovers, The Favourite, City of God, La Haine, Kung Fu Panda, But I’m a Cheerleader, The Lego Batman Movie, Videodrome, Funny Games, My Own Private Idaho, Happy Together, Daisies, Tampopo, The Last Black Man in San Francisco, Vive L’Amour, the Muppet movies, Funeral Parade of Roses; the list could go on and on and on haha.

TV Shows:

- I don’t watch a lot of TV, but I usually prefer shows with tight-knit plots that don’t drag on for too many seasons. I also like game shows and cartoons! (If you want to be mutuals on Serializd, DM me!)

- Some of my favorite shows are Avatar: The Last Airbender, Jeopardy, I Am Not Okay With This, Stranger Things (specifically the first two seasons), Smiling Friends, Fellow Travelers, Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared, The Amazing World of Gumball, Young Royals, Over the Garden Wall, Pen15, The Bear, Heartstopper, Bob’s Burgers, Reservation Dogs, Barry, etc.

Video Games:

- I am definitely not a gamer, but I spent much of my adolescence watching gaming YouTubers play and live out my dreams of completing games I couldn’t afford. I mainly love indie games and also Nintendo franchises!

- Some of my favorite video games are Stardew Valley, Life is Strange, Zelda (both BOTW and TOTK), Inside, Detroit: Become Human, Papers Please, Overcooked 2, MySims Agents, Until Dawn, Sonic Adventure DX, Zelda Wind Waker, Super Smash Bros. Brawl, Kirby’s Return to Dreamland, Unpacking, fnaf, etc.

Miscellaneous Interests:

- I’m into a lot of random stuff that doesn’t really fall under the other categories, so I’m putting it all here!

- Paul Dano, Smosh, crocheting, physical media collection, Game Grumps, Letterboxd, making sad edits, Ayo Edebiri, drawing occasionally, Drew Gooden, slay graphic tees, Criterion Collection, flavored lemonade, Louis Tomlinson, sour candy, looking up the definition of words, Mary Oliver, making time-accurate playlists, going to concerts (I’ve been to 26 so far), etc.

Challenges:

- Because I am insane, I have dedicated myself to random challenges just because I can. Right now, I’m trying to read a book (34/200), watch a movie (72/200), and listen to an album (32/200) from every country! I’m also trying to watch a movie for every year cinema has existed just because (90/125). As a rule of thumb, I usually try to read 44 books every year (17/44) since that’s the goal I’ve kept since 2022!

- If you have any suggestions/recommendations for any of my challenges, please tell me! Even if I’ve read/seen/heard something from that country, I still like adding stuff to my list to consume later!

Posts I’m proud of:

To end this, here are some posts I’m happy with/want to keep track of!

- Showed my friend DPS | DPS hot takes | DPS journey

- Homophobic little brother part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

- Yearning web weaving | not yourself web weaving | religious trauma web weaving

- 2024 movie recs | top 10 movies in gifs | top 100 movies | Letterboxd lists

- Fanfic excerpt | 10k hits on my fic | fanfic connection | how I imagined Anderperry in my fic | fanfic “or” statements | fanfic asks part 1, part 2

- Media consumption final boss | Mitski uquiz | fake idgafer | doomed narrative yaoi

- Personal poem part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

- Music recs part 1, part 2, part 3 (new wave) | best film scores | my Spotify daylist titles

[thedocfromhell]

hamesha seal tuti hui randiya hi kyu feminazi bani phirti h tum chinnar aurto ko alimony chahiye lekin dahej Dena nahi hota koi saaf Dil ka husband ko target karti ho saari zindagi paraaye mardo se chudne ke bad apne chut ko bada karwake husband ko phasaati ho phir shadi ke bad husband se chudai karni nahi hoti lekin aur mardo ke lund chuske women empowerment ho jaati hai gazab hai tum randiyo ka saali seal waali ladki milna toh aajkal mushkil ho gaya na lips pe seal na chut pe seal poori tarah khuli hui gutter ki badbudar randi ho tum bc aadmiyon ko khudko khtm karne pe majbur karti ho tum gold-diggers ko 200 rupees ki gb road ki std wali rand se bhi jyada batmeez ho tum fatherless feminists kutiya mc

Abe oh gandphat , saale gb road par munh maarne ke baad aa jate ho mere inbox me hugne. Saale tujh jaise chhapri ko to ek majboor aurat bhi na haath lagae. Zindagi mein toh kuchh kar nahi paye ho to bhadhaas utarne ke lie auratein hi toh milti hain tujhe . Bsdk annon ke pichhe chhup kar kya chude kutte ki tarah bhaunk raha hai haan ?gaand mein dam ho to off annon aake dikha . Online ho haramzaade nahi toh real life mein milte na toh gaand phaad kar haath mein de deti , kyunki tumhari baaton se saaf pata chal raha hai ki tumhari height 160 cm se bhi kam hai . Par koi baat nahi UP police ki cybercell bahut tez hai , teri asli shakal bhi dikh jaegi , IP address to tera maine nikal hi lia hai .

[blogbyameera]

Aap usay wapas kaisay haasil karte hain? woh muhabbat jo aap ne di, woh dost jo kho gaye, woh haath jinhon ne waday toray , aur woh rasta jo aap ko ghar wapas le jata hai

- How do you get it back? The love that you gave away, the friends that have gone missing, the hands that broke its promise, and the road that guide you back home - franz kafka

[stardew-shitposterino]

Stardew Valley Bachelors and songs they listen to based on the shit I listen to

These are based on my music taste and what I think they’d like out of my own playlist. I was music deprived all week due to my finals so I’m compensating now. Enjoy ✨

Sam:

~I’m yer Dad - Grlwood

~Black Sheep (Brie Larson Vocal Version) - Metric

~ The Lovecats - The Cure (he doesn’t know the meaning of the lyrics, he thinks it sounds neat)

~ Hayloft - Mother Mother

~ Spoon - Cibo Matto

Sebastian:

~ Do Unto Others - Mindless Self Indulgence (they are cancelled, but he strikes me as the guy who once liked them)

~ Hard to touch you - Grlwood

~ Little Pistols - Mother Mother

~ I write Sins not Tragedies - Panic! at the Disco

~Cop Car - Mitski

Harvey:

~ Oh to be in Love - Kate Bush

~ Your Woman - White Town

~ To Binge - Gorillaz

~FM - Nathan Haines

~ Lola - The Raincoats

Elliott:

~ Say yes to Heaven - Lana Del Rey

~ Light Shower- Melanie Martinez

~ Hey Lover - The Daughters of Eve

~ Mowgli’s Road - Marina

~ Candy Store - Heathers The Musical (it’s his guilty pleasure)

Shane:

~ A.D.I.D.A.S - Korn

~ Vicinity of Obscenity - System of a Down

~ Freak on a Leash - Korn

~ Tear you Apart - She wants Revenge

~ Creep - Radiohead

Alex:

~ Every time we touch - Electric Callboy

~ Do it to It - ACRAZE

~ Lose Control - Missy Elliott

~ New Gold - Gorillaz

~ Pump it - Electric Callboy

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I’m doing the same for the Bachelorettes, just didn’t feel like doing them all at once.

[queenofbaws]

Someone snagged top 5 vhawke moments so how about top 5 things to write for vhawke? (Tropes, plot lines, banter, whatever)

oooooOOOOOOOH this one is delicious, thank you audrey 🥹

bed sharing bed sharing bed sharing. i am but a simple woman (with a fatigue disorder). bed sharing is my ultimate weakness, i fold like wet cardboard every time. first of all. there are so many OPPORTUNITIES to bring bed sharing into a vhawke fic. they're always runnin' around! always gettin' up to shenanigans! they gotta rest EVENTUALLY! or they're always hanging out at the hanged man, drinking. sometimes you GOTTA sleep a rough night off at your bff's place 😏 AND they're always going on fetch quests for [insert important npc]. maybe it rains. maybe you gotta camp out in a cave. or the sundermount summit. or the deep roads. and are you really packing multiple bedrolls? i mean, seriously???????? the opportunities are endless, and they're all PRIMO. FIC. FODDER.

FANCY! PARTIES!!!!!! okay this one is like. this one is complicated for me because it comes with a second trope, but they're so intertwined i have trouble separating them, lmao. that second trope is, for lack of an official name i guess, 'zip me up,' or helping someone else get dressed (or UNdressed, i'm not here to tell you what to do) FOR a fancy party. hawke and varric having to navigate some big, fancy shindig (think halamshiral, think chateau haine, think whatever is expected of them after they're kirkwall's ruling family lol) is just. the ideal for me. champagne. expensive clothing. INTRIGUE??? hehehe it's literally the WHOLE reason i wrote the durellion affair - because i genuinely couldn't get enough of it and had to put more into the world salkdjfsdkf

banter. like. these two are just. a goldmine. for witty back and forth. asdkljflskdjf i love getting to write them as like, kirkwall's most criminal improv duo. i mean when you really get down to it, that's...pretty much who they are, right? right??? but - and here's the secret sauce - the banter can't simply stand on its own. nononononono. the banter must be a cover for Actual Feelings and Thoughts. the banter must be Armor. when you can let juuust enough of the real stuff shine through the zingers? *chefs kiss*

the oh. oh. moment. it's so WEIRD, because TYPICALLY when i write shippier stuff, i tend to sort of hover around mostly-established-couple territory, but when it comes to these two, god help me, i keep coming back to the moment of realization. like aw shit. oh maker. this...this is going to be...okay. okay i can handle this. just. just in love with my best friend. okay. all right. why not. everything else is on fire, let's light this one up too askdfjksdjf honestly i think a huge part of that is that we don't GET a moment like that in the game, so there's just so many POSSIBILITIESSSSSS (and i'm gonna continue dumping those possibilities on the internet at large until bioware stays my evil hand)

the skyhold reunion. i mean. i mean. just. after everything they've been through up until that point? after how long they've been apart???? the skyhold reunion. 🥲

[seeminglydark]

Any song recs for a midnight drive through misty woods full of cryptids?

Just off the top of my head (I dont have spotify I'm afraid, so I dont have a playlist or anything to share but heres a selection of my faves for spooky nighttime driving!)

The Stranger- The Midnight I drove through Ghosts to Get Here- 65DaysofStatic Ghost in Your Stereo- the Midnight Monolith- Dated Death is the Road to Awe- Clint Mansell Hallways of Always- Ulver Remember Me as a Time of Day- Explosions in the Sky Unmake the Wild Light- 65DaysofStatic Good in Red- The Midnight Return of the Living Dead Theme- Francis Haines or the remaster by Gilles Nuytens The Man Who Made a Monster- Dance with the Dead Maniac- Carpenter Brut Killer Klown March- John Massari I Swallowed Hard, Like I Understood- 65 Days of Static Vicious- Trash 80 I Dreamt we Spoke Again- Death Cab for Cutie

If I think of more I'll reblog it again later

[doctorign]

Thoughts you have while driving in New Delhi:

1. Indicator kya aapke pitaji aayenge dene?

2. Yeh jo left mudti hui gaadi ko left se overtake karte hain na.. inko army mein bharti karna chahiye. Agar marna hi hai toh desh ke liye maro.. yeh kya noobs jaise road pe mar rahe ho 😛

3. Yeh 10 min lamba horn maarne se kya saamne wali gaadi udne lagegi?

4. Koi in bikers ko bataye ki yahan Dhoom 4 ki shooting nahi chal rahi

5. Main road pe GAAY kahan se aagayi!?!!??

6. Aunty pls aashirvad dete huye gaadi ke saamne se road mat cross karo pls 😭😭😭😭

[sankiraizada]

Bandage to the Heart | Part - 3

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Khushi shrieked and dashed inside Anjali's room forgetting all formalities and filled with worry.

Arnav slowly pushed himself up with his face turned away. "Anjali ji, what's all this? What happened to you? All these bandages and.. and blood!?"

Anjali slowly registered her presence as she wiped her tears.

"And this hospital report? I knew this was an odd time to get a check-up! How did this happen to you?" Khushi demanded with a slight shiver and worry etched on her face.

"Woh.. nothing Khushi ji. Please don't worry. I just.. slipped and fell while helping with the mandap decoration.. woh kya hai, my… leg braces came undone.."

"You fell? And you have got all these serious injuries with a fall? Anjali ji, there's a lot of blood on your bandages, it can't be just a fall! Hey Devi Maiyya, look at your state! You were going to go to the temple, weren't you? I saw you leave with a thaali. Anjali ji… what…"

"Di's car got into an accident Khushi." said Arnav faintly finally turning his face towards her, looking somewhere at her feet.

"Car… acci..dent…?.."

Khushi's face slowly drained out of colour as she sank to her knees beside the bed. Flashes of a speeding car and blood, and a little girl sitting along the road by herself waiting for help to arrive in a dark deserted highway came to her mind.

She closed her eyes to shake the unwelcome thoughts off and held Anjali's hand.

"And.. and are you fine now..? Do you have any other injuries other than these? I assume you've been to the hospital already if you're getting your reports.. but do you feel okay? Should we go back and get you thoroughly checked? Anjali ji aap ghabraayiye mat.." her voice came out thickly and filled with all the ghabraahat she was denying Anjali of.

"Khushi." Arnav put a hand on her shoulder and gently squeezed trying to bring her back to her senses. He felt a pang in his chest as he wondered what locked away memories must have bubbled up to the surface of her mind.

"Khushi ji, hum ab bikul theek hain", assured Anjali drawing her other hand from her Chotte's shoulder to rest upon Khushi's trembling one.

"I can't lie, I was scared. Scared I would never get to see any of you again". Khushi whimpered in protest, her eyes now freely shedding tears.

"But I am here now Khushi ji. With all my family and family-to-be. In my house, safe and cared for. That's all that matters". Anjali said trying to sound strong for her precious Chotte and Khushi ji who currently looked like two wounded puppies.

"And thanks for this," she said taking the report from Khushi's hands. "I'll check it later. Aap yahan aayiye. Sit with me" patting the space beside her on the bed.

Khushi warily rose and sat beside her good friend and facing her Arnav ji. He looked miserable with messed up hair and puffed face, with red eyes; he looked like he thoroughly wept. Khushi's heart sank even lower. She wanted to comfort him. Hold him close to her and let no pain in the world touch him.

Anjali let herself smile against her tears, and with her hands one each cupping Arnav and Khushi's faces, started - "This is why I was so scared. There is so much in my life to lose. There is nothing more dear to me than these relationships. Not even myself, Chotte."

"Do you remember me telling you? Nothing stays forever. There is no guarantee to anyone's life. And that is why… if one has a moment worth sharing with their loved ones, they should. Khushi ji, no word unsaid, no feeling shared, no truth hidden and left to fester lets one sleep a peaceful night's sleep. No matter how silly it might sound in the present."

"Life is too precious to let slip from your hands. And the colours you want to paint it with are of completely your choice." She ended with a kiss of blessing on their foreheads and hugged their red faces closer.

"Don't think about anything a lot. Just listen to your hearts always." She pulled out of the hug and wiping their tears said - "Acha, I have a brother to marry off. I'll start getting ready. You two run along, someone might need help downstairs. I'll join you as soon as I can." Arnav smiled at his sister and stood up along with Khushi to head outside.

What was that bhashan about? Arnav's stomach filled with warmth as he remembered his Di had never failed to read him like an open book.

Khushi fiddled with her dupatta as the frown of worry left her forehead to be replaced by a frown of pakdi-gayi-chori. What does Anjali ji think of her?

Khushi ji, no word unsaid, no feeling not shared, no truth hidden and left to fester lets one sleep a peaceful night's sleep.

Does she mean to imply she knows about… would she have kissed her affectionately if she knew? The thought of Anjali's trust over her broken scared Khushi. Or maybe she means to hint at...

Was Khushi that easy to read? She glanced uncertainly at Arnav as they walked alongside each other through the corridor to find him already looking at her.

In an instance, he held her hand and walked to his room quickly before HP/JP/OP could interrupt his plans.

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