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official-ladyblog · 6 years ago

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If you haven’t heard yet, Swiss channel RTS Deux has released the episode names and synopses for the entire season 3! Translations below the cut! (And in the above images, for easy sharing lol)

Edit 1: Got the gender wrong for “baker,” whoops. But more importantly, I got the translation for Feast completely wrong. The other translation you’ve seen going around was more accurate.

Edit 2: Thanks to an anon for informing me that “sentimonsters” are Mayura’s power!

Edit 3: As I suspected, I misunderstood an expression in Stormy 2, it is just about Stormy returning. Thanks @kisilinramblings!

English episode names are derived from this list (which I don’t remember ever actually seeing a source for, but uh... it was real!).

Keep in mind that the numbers are not chronological order, they are in production order, which just means the order they were made in. Sometimes that helps with plot points, but for the most part it isn’t airtight. I highly recommend waiting until you’ve seen the whole season to make an approximate timeline.

Chameleon: Ladybug and Chat Noir battle Lila. Now Chameleon, she can take the appearance of anyone and hopes to use that to destroy Ladybug.

Animaestro: Ladybug and Chat Noir battle a director. Now Animaestro, he wants to show the world what an animated movie director can do.

This screencap from LatAm actor Jesus Barreda was thought to depict Marinette dressed as a maid at a pop culture convention, which... looks pretty likely considering the premise.

Bakerix (Boulangerix): Ladybug battles her own grandfather. Become Bakerix, he wants to destroy everything he thinks too modern to bring back Paris to his era.

I broke it down in this ask, but it looks like my call was right about Bakerix being both Mari’s grandpa (perhaps still named Roland) and Gaul-inspired. “Boulanger” is literally French for “baker.”

Backwarder (Rebrousse-temps): Ladybug and Chat Noir battle a friend of Master Fu. Now Backwarder, she wants to reclaim her time and steals others’!

Heh. So glad this was technically an accurate translation. I’m also glad we got that official English ep list because trying to concisely convey “retracing-time” was gonna be a challenge.

Reflekdoll (Poupeflekta): Ladybug and Chat Noir battle Juleka, back as Reflekta. But this time, the supervillain isn’t alone...

“Poupée” is French for “doll.”

Weredad: Ladybug faces her father, akumatized as Weredad. This monstrous guard dog-man wants to shut away Marinette to protect her from the outside world!

Silencer (Silence): Ladybug and Chat Noir fight Luka, akumatized into Silencer. Ready to raise your voice?

Oni-Chan: Ladybug and Chat Noir battle Kagami, now Oni-Chan. Jealous of Lila, she wants to prevent her from getting near Adrien... forever!

@kisilinramblings I eat my entire foot. “Oni” is a Japanese demon, “chan” is a feminine honorific. Anyway, boy is Kagami vs. Lila a face-off I’m dying to see.

Miraculer (Miraculeur): Ladybug and her team fight Sabrina, who’s now Miraculer.

I can’t even comprehend what this episode will contain with this vague of a description. “Team” tho???

Oblivio: A villain appears in Paris and Ladybug and Chat Noir lost their memory! Can they defeat Oblivio so he’s nothing more than a bad memory?

Desperada: Ladybug and her team face Desperada, an akumatized guitarist. A rock-and-roll day in store for our heroes!

The adjectives mean that she’s female, fyi. With music and the episode code 311, I wonder if there’s a certain miraculous we might see...?

Chris Master (Maître Noël): Nino’s little brother is akumatized into Chris Master. Ladybug and Chat Noir can’t get wrapped up if they want to stop him!

I was wondering why it sounded like a pun on “Christmas.” Literally the synopsis said they’d “be given as gifts,” as though Chris can turn them into presents or something.

Startrain: Ladybug and Chat Noir face Max’s mom, who becomes Startrain. Our heroes will need help to stop her!

Another big team-up? We’ve also seen art of Startrain before. Makes sense that Max’s mom is the one in charge, seeing the cool robots on the train. Max had to get it from somewhere!

Kwami Buster (Chasseuse de Kwamis): Ladybug and Chat Noir face Mrs. Mendeleiev, now Kwami Buster.

Does this remind anyone else of fairy hunter Mr. Crocker?

Feast (Festin): When Master Fu’s past comes back to haunt him, he removes the Miraculouses from Marinette and Adrien to protect them...

Gamer 2.0: Ladybug and Chat Noir face Max, now Gamer 2.0. Let the game begin!

Yep, the original title had 2.0, and it looks like they’re sticking with “2” for the sequel names. Oh well.

Stormy Weather 2 (Climatika 2): Ladybug and Chat Noir face Aurore Boréale again, now Stormy Weather 2. To stop her, the heroes need to keep their cool!

Ikari Gozen: Kagami’s mother is akumatized into Ikari Gozen and wants to punish Kagami, who disobeyed her. Will Ladybug save her best frenemy?

From what I can tell, the name means “Lady Fury.” It just says “best enemy” but I wanted to make the pun clearer. Glad we get to see her in an ep!

Timetagger: Ladybug and Chat Noir fight Timetagger, a supervillain that came from the future to seize their miraculous. The future of Paris is in their hands!

A mysterious male supervillain, maybe even from the future? W-what

Party Crasher (Trouble-Fête): Ladybug and her team face Wayem, now Party Crasher. Will our heroes get him to smile?

The Puppeteer 2 (La Marionnettiste 2): Ladybug and Chat Noir face the Puppeteer at the Musée Grévin! Our heroes can’t wax off if they want to stop her!

...there was originally a pun on “staying marble” which means “to be impassive/emotionless.” I’m sure there’s a better idiom I can’t think of at the moment. Anyway, the lucky duo are in the famous wax museum in real life, so it was about time that we got it in an episode.

Chat Blanc: Ladybug faces the last person she could believe to be capable of getting akumatized... Chat Noir!

Yes, this is real. No, they didn’t steal your fanfics. It was a pretty obvious/intuitive concept. That’s why it’s so ubiquitous.

Félix: Ladybug and Chat Noir face Alya, Rose and Juleka, akumatized into the Trio of Punishers, and Felix, Adrien’s cousin.

Wow! A blast from the past! You can read my old summary of who he is here, if you didn’t know. After years, he’s finally canon. Also, this is one of the first episodes since Sapotis where we see multiple people get akumatized with the same akuma. This will be a fun ep for sure!

Ladybug: Marinette gets expelled, but an even greater problem awaits: she must face a sentimonster in the shape of... Ladybug!

Edit: Sentimonsters are the things that Mayura makes!

Loveater (Mangeamour)(The Battle of the Miraculous: Part 1): Ladybug and Chat Noir face the Bourgeois couple, now Loveater, a guard dog with two heads that eats all the love in Paris.

Another season finale two-parter! That akuma concept is... genuinely horrifying to imagine.

Miracle Queen (The Battle of the Miraculous: Part 2): Hawk Moth akumatizes Chloe into Miracle Queen to set a fatal plan into motion. Will Ladybug and Chat Noir escape him?

Francophones: if you see anything I missed or that could be better represented, please let me know. Thankfully I didn’t have to interpret akuma names myself, so most of this should be pretty close to what we see in the episodes.

Get ready to see 7 of these real soon!

#miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #ml leaks #zagspoilers #it me #info #french #sorry to be so late to post about this. I haven't sat down and down my own translation yet #I got to the end of this and was like oh maybe this should just be an image so people actually see it #I also finally found the source for these. people posting without saying where from smh #I don't trust a random Insta page fam!!#edit: lmao I already screwed up the gender for 'baker' lol I knew it wasn't right #I edited the pics I think they should be fine in reblogs now

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green-blue-heller · 4 years ago

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hey, can you explain the cockles breakup? i saw u just posted about it and s7 and ive seen speculations but i dont think i really understand what happened lol

Hi Anon!

Thanks for your question!!

First off - DISCLAIMER: I do not know Jensen or Misha, or anyone they know. I do not have any direct information or confirmation of any information in this post. This information may or may not be correct (if anyone has any further clarification, feel free to add it - just please know that this same disclaimer will extend to such comments). None of this should ever be discussed with Jensen or Misha. Their lives are theirs, and while the fandom may discuss and speculate, it’s not okay to do so with the actual people.

Ok... now that we have that out of the way!

I will find the post that gave me the most of the information that I have about it, and reblog with it.

But it’s after 1 am, so I’ll give you the quickish answer now lol.

So, in 2011 Misha was essentially fired from SPN as Sera Gamble was killing off Cas (he’s in S7 ep 1-2, and then doesn’t come back until ep 17, I think it is). He wasn’t supposed to come back, at all. He was supposed to be dead dead.

Summer 2009 is where the earliest flirting is seen with JenMish. I think it was AHBL 1. It is on YT. They’re doing a signing, and Jensen and Misha are going back and forth saying about how they couldn’t see each other and they were worried. Jared pipes up and says that he’ll keep an eye on them and let them know the other is still there.

Vicki and Dee are behind Jared and there is definitely giggling going on.

Then Dec 14 2019 is when Jensen posted what’s referred to as the 10 year anniversary pic and it’s assumed that the original was taken around the same date (if anyone has any links to the pic being talked about, can you please share?)

So, if you assume Dec 2009 is when cockles officially became cockles, then it wasn’t very long after when word would have trickled down that Cas was being killed off. I’d say maybe late 2010 to early 2011.

As far as I can tell, no one knows who ended it. Speculation is probably Jensen, saying it would be too difficult now that Misha wasn’t part of the cast, even though he only lives like an hour and a half from Vancouver.

It also has to be taken into consideration that Jensen and Dee got engaged in 2009 and married in 2010. Then 2011, Misha is written off the show.

It’s fair to assume Jensen wouldn’t have wanted to rock the boat at home for something that he wasn’t sure could be sustained.

So, during the 2011 con panels (I think starting around the time of the Asylum convention) Misha is totally different and a little sarcastic/meanish. The matching rings and bracelets also disappear during this time (but different matching/coordinating jewelry shows up later though).

At Rising Con 2011, Mish and Seb have a panel, and Seb says his favorite sound is when he’s laying next to someone he loves and listening to her sleep.

Misha buts in and says “or him” and looks really sad. He’s off the entire panel.

This continues for a while with panels.

I don’t know what con it is, but at one of them, Jensen does talk about how he is glad that Misha is back on the show. I don’t know if they’ve made up yet at this point, since I don’t know when it is from.

I haven’t watched all the 2012 panels (hardly any) but by JIB, they seemed to have maybe made up.

Jensen jokes about their panel being sort of like a blind date. And apologizes that it might be a bit awkward, sort of like working together. Then Misha says that he rather enjoyed working together.

Jensen assures him then that it was great, and that he had a great time. Then tells Misha it was not him (Misha), that it was him (Jensen).

Then Misha says he thought it was really special. And Jensen makes a comment about how maybe they can give it another shot and Misha kinda shakes his head.

This is either Jensen still in the groveling phase, or the trying to be cute and apologize and say he’s happy they worked things out.

Jensen is a little extra flirty.

But it’s obvious after this that things are fine. Since by JIB10, they ran outta fucks to give and Misha literally straddles Jensen on stage and Jen gets a boner and has to adjust himself. Lol.

Though it’s obvious they’re sad about the show ending. I’m sure the breakup (if there had actually been one) over them not being on the same show anymore from 10 years ago is coming back to them. And I’m sure it’s especially not easy with covid.

But they still seem to be bringing up each other when talking, when it’s not really necessary. And Jensen still gets his stupid (in the most loving meaning) smile when he talks about Misha.

And they were obviously texting each other during the panel on Tuesday.

So, hopefully, cockles is still going strong. It’s been 11 years now, not like 1. So hopefully they have learned how to deal with things.

If only The Boys was shot in Vancouver and not in Ontario. Then he wouldn’t be far from Misha, to be able to see him once there aren’t mandatory 2 week quarantines when arriving in Canada.

But I know during JIB10, Misha made several remarks about moving to Austin.

This would be amazing, though idk of him and Vicki would actually want to uproot the kids. So it may be a more wishful thinking. Even if not, I’m sure covid is making that impossible at the moment.

So... I hope I answered your question, nonnie. Lol.

Like I said, I’ll reblog it tomorrow with links to the post I found on it, as well any other links to the panels in question (if I can find them again).

Though all the ones I talked about are on YT.

Let me know if you have further questions, either in the comments or via another ask! 💕

Edit: the post now has additional pieces, with links to other posts and references. So I suggest checking the comments to get the latest version!

#anon ask #cockles #cockles breakup theory #jenmish #jensen ackles #misha collins #team dumpster mansion

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years ago

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Title: Hibiscus Kisses {2}

Chris Evans x OFC Ajali Rambaue AU {Ah-Jah-Lee, Ram-Bow}

Warning: Plot Heavy, Mild Cursing, Mild Slow Burn

Words: 4.9k

Summary: Ajali decides on a rash decision to go on a Disney cruise, not for her love of Disney, but because she needs time to figure things out after things get even more complicated in her complicated life. She only expected peace, quiet, tropical drinks, and an overabundance of Disney songs. What she got was more than she bargained for when the cruise of a lifetime on the brand new ship Enchantment turned into a nightmare. The only saving grace is that she’s not the only one living through the nightmare. Can Ajali survive the test of a lifetime and the dangers ahead of her, and better yet, will she finally be able to live a little?

Note: Hey, hey, hey, guys! So here we are trying something different/new. I hope you enjoy this. 🤞🏽 Please feel free to tell me what you think. I’m super excited to explore this one with you all. 🤗

As always, thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed this, please LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG! ❤️❤️

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Anyone who got up and at em’ on the first day of vacation had something to prove, and you hated them. You had nothing to prove, so you kept your ass in your room and utilized the “to cabin” service. You don’t know if it was the sound of the waves from the balcony, the lull of the ship as it pushed through the water, you being physically exhausted, or if it was your emotional exhaustion that did you in. Whatever it was, you slept until it was damn near dinner time. Even then, leaving your room was not an option.

So you called for a meal to be brought to you, snuggled into the covers, and watched the available tv channels. Not wanting to watch any movies, you decided on a channel that seemed to be a mix of the animal planet, discovery channel, and a survivalist’s dream. The program that was on was something about figuring out the difference between good food and bad food. Things like this you found interesting and always watched. It wasn’t that you planned on ever needing the information but why the hell wouldn’t you be prepared for a never possibility.

When the food arrived, you were well into another program about common dangers on Caribbean islands that tourists would never know. Once you accepted the three reusable food bags, you buried yourself right back into the bed and surrounded yourself with everything you’d requested. You bet whoever prepared it thought it was for at least three people, but nope it was all yours. Vacation was about overindulging, right?

A few hours later, your phone rang. Knowing your sister’s ringtone, you answered without looking at the ID.

“You know better than not to send a message to mom before you disappear, Lulu.”

“Disappear? Lali, I am on a huge ass ship. Where am I disappearing to?”

“You know what I mean. You know if she hasn’t heard from you, then that’s just as good as disappearing,” Atali countered.

Sighing, you rubbed your forehead. Your mother was a bit much sometimes.

“I slept in.”

“All day?”

“All day,” you repeated.

“Alone?”

Kissing your teeth, you rolled your eyes and leaned back on the headboard.

“Lali, you do know it’s me you’re talking to, right?”

Atali giggled. “It is a vacation; excuse me for thinking you’d live a little.”

“There is living a little and living recklessly,” you dryly responded.

“Recklessly? Lulu, you’re the one who is sleeping with--.”

You loudly cleared your throat, interrupting what you knew she was going to say. Atali was always good for bringing up everything you wanted to forget.

“Jeez, Atali.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

You put another piece of cake into your mouth and moaned, savoring the strawberry and the smoothness of the cheesecake. You bit your bottom lip, and for some reason, your mind ran to the stranger you still had yet to get the name of.

“Met anyone on board?”

“Lali, I didn’t come here to meet anyone.”

“I know, but you still could have—in passing.”

You sighed and went over the details of his face. You really didn’t like men with that much facial hair, but it fit him well and easily made him look younger than he quite possibly was.

“What’s his name?”

“I don’t know his name, and he doesn’t matter. I did meet a woman.”

“Woman? You’ve been gone a day and already experimenting?”

You smiled and shook your head. “Shut up. Listen, she’s really cool. Her stories are classic, and she does her makeup like a goddess. You would like her, Lali.”

“She’s an older woman, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, so what?”

“You always attract these old-young souls.”

The two of you giggled together, but it went on for longer than just a few seconds. When you sighed out and leaned back against the headboard, you again thought of him.

“What’s your first port?”

“Dominican Republic, then Turks & Caicos, the British Virgin Islands after that then Aruba and Jamaica.”

“Jeez, you’re living life,” Atali commented.

“You have no idea. You should see this ship. They went all out times two with it. It’s just absolute luxury everywhere. I said pick me a ship. I didn’t say give me the Cleopatra treatment.”

“You knew what you were getting into when you asked me to do it,” Atali replied. “By the way, isn’t BVI and Turks and Caicos pretty close to Bermuda?”

Taking a moment to think about it, you responded, “Yeah. So?”

“So? Lulu, Bermuda,” Atali repeated.

When you didn’t speak immediately, she continued. “The Bermuda Triangle, dummy.”

Kissing your teeth, you rolled your eyes, “Oh god, you cannot be serious.”

“I am. Have you never heard that ships get lost and disappear in that area?”

“Lali, I’m sure there is a scientific explanation, and I am also sure that no one would charter a course near somewhere that they’d get lost, especially with hundreds of passengers,” you finished, confidant in your response.

The two of you talked for almost an hour before she was urging you to get out of your room and go to one of the clubs on the ship. You protested, but you knew she would not shut up about it, so you gave in though you had no interest in actually going. You spent the next hour going back and forth with your options. Most of you wanted to stay in bed or sit on the balcony and just get lost in the view, while the other knew that you’d only think of Javii if you did that.

Following a shower, you scanned your clothes. Once you found a cute dress, then applied a lite layer of makeup and did your hair, choosing to leave it down rather than putting it in a cute bun. Five or ten minutes later, you were standing in front of the entrance to one of the clubs—Jewel. The music from inside was lively, and you could imagine the number of young bodies pressing against each other, seeking a cheap thrill. Glancing from left to right, you decided to bite the bullet.

As soon as you stepped inside, you didn’t feel like you were on a ship in the middle of the ocean. It felt like it was a well established nightclub on solid ground. Whoever the DJ was, they were doing their thing, and it was evident from the bodies that littered the floor. It looked like this was where the parents came when their kids were tucked away in bed cuddling Tiana and Jasmine close. You walked through the crowds and saw plenty of couples making out and sharing drinks. Never again would you think to sleep on a Disney cruise. You thought it would be a chill time, but damn this was like parents gone wild.

After a few minutes of walking around and scoping things out, you found a place at one of the three bars.

“First Disney cruise?”

Snapping your head around, you looked at a smiling bartender with long hair that was piled on top of his head in a neat man bun.

“That obvious?”

“Let me guess, you expected tame, princess sing-a-longs, virgin pina coladas, and plenty of mickey mouse.”

The look on your face must have given you away because he was laughing a few seconds after he said it. You snorted and shook your head as you rearranged your dress and recrossed your legs.

“Fine, you got me.”

“It’s okay. I get how you’d think it was a tame little adventure. Why do you think we get so many reservations?”

“I thought it was for the kids,” you blurted out. It was his turn to laugh.

“Silly rabbit, while Disney is for kids, what happens after those kids lay their pretty little heads is a whole other story.”

Glancing around once more, you made a mental note never to make the mistake again. Disney cruises were probably as raunchy as Carnival or those geared toward singles. At that thought, you began to wonder how many swingers were on board, and if this was a swinger’s playground.

“What can I get you?”

“Something strong so my innocent mind can adjust.”

The bartender chuckled to himself as he walked around, preparing your drink. You bopped to the music and looked around again. Now it made sense to you when the mom of two who was preggo with her third said these cruises always gave her just what she needed. You bet they did—three fucking kids. Your mind was blown.

When the bartender slid your drink to you, he smiled and slipped away to serve the others. That was when you turned back around to people watch. There was no way you were going to dance with any of them. after a few sips of your drink, you saw him across the way. He was sitting at one of the other bars watching the dancefloor as you were. His hat was gone, and it showed you that his hair was long. The lights were too dim to make out much else, but what you couldn’t make out, you quickly filled in from your other encounter.

Before you realized your glass was empty, your eyes met and lingered on each other for several long moments. The only reason you looked away was because of the passing people who got in the way. When you looked back, his eyes weren’t on yours anymore, they were looking lower, but it was unclear if he was looking at you or someone on the dancefloor. Shaking it off, you spun around and requested another drink.

As you waited, you scrolled through your phone and did your best to fight the urge to check his social media. Javii wasn’t huge on social media. He preferred to have his team handle his brand's social side, but he did have a secret one that not many knew about. There he posted things that interested him, showed his lifestyle and his passions. It was also where he posted his “thirst traps.” You knew that if you went on, you’d find one or two, and you knew the caption was going to be code for you. You doubted you were mentally prepared enough for that psychological minefield.

“What can I get you, sir?”

“Another beer, please.”

The deep voice beside you had your finger pausing before you tapped the circle with Javii’s picture that indicated he’d made a new story. When you looked next to you there, he was again. The dim and colored lights in the room gave you a new appreciation of his eyes. It was at this moment you knew he got a lot of attention from women. With eyes like those, how could he not? He looked at you and smiled, and that sold it for you. His teeth were perfect, and though his smile made the wrinkles at the sides of his eyes more prominent, it also made his face light up. He looked like a kind man--a gentle one perhaps.

“Either you’re following me around, or we’d call this fate.”

You couldn’t help but smile. The cocky on him was so strong. It was a familiar cocky.

“Or you’re following me around. You’re the one who bumped into me twice,” you countered.

“Eh, I was the one doing the catching, so it’s more feasible that you’re following me.”

He wore a soft grin, one that you mirrored.

“Maybe if you weren’t like a brick wall, you wouldn’t have to catch me.”

“I’m not complaining,” he responded. You stared at him and quickly got his meaning. Again, you couldn’t help but smile. Not only was he cocky, but he was charming, you thought.

You finished your drink with one raise of your hand. When you lowered your glass, you watched as he raked his fingers through his hair, bringing it full out of his face. It was then you recognized him.

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Now I know where I’ve seen you from.”

He looked confused. “Now? You didn’t know this whole time?”

“No. You looked familiar, but I couldn’t place you.”

The look on his face was a lite one. He softly scoffed and raised his bottle to his head, and took a few gulps of his beer. When he lowered it, he spoke again.

“That’s refreshing. I’m not used to people not recognizing me.”

“That must suck. I couldn’t imagine living my life under suck a microscope,” you said without thinking. When you realized what you’d said, you glanced at him and tried to backtrack.

“Uh—what I mean is--.”

He smiled and shook his head. “It’s okay. I know what you mean. I’m Chris,” he replied, holding out his hand to you. When you touched his hand, you were surprised by how soft they were. He’d never used them for manual labor a day in his life, you thought.

“Ajali,” you responded.

“Aja—li, he slowly repeated, trying to mirror how you said it.

“Yes.”

“Wow, that’s a beautiful name, very unique,” Chris noted.

“Thank you.”

“What do your friends call you, Aja?”

You looked at him after raising your hand to the bartender, signaling you’d like another.

“Why? Are we friends?”

Chris smiled and dipped his head down, making his hair fall into his face. He looked good with long hair and this grizzly beard combo. Again, he raked his fingers through his hair before he looked at you.

“We can be. We can be good friends if you like.”

Searching his eyes, you tried to find evidence in there to match the flirtatious tone of his voice.

“What if my husband isn’t into that?”

Chris smiled and turned his body to you. “You don’t have a husband. From the first time we bumped into each other, I noticed you’re not wearing a wedding ring, nor do you have any tan lines to signify you’re hiding one.”

Raising your eyebrow, you allowed his words to sink in. “I could have--,” you began.

“—Kids? Nah, you were alone the first time outside and again on the deck when I passed you and the night in the dining room and even at the show.”

He’d been watching you.

“No, I’m not stalking you, I promise,” Chris quickly spoke up. “Plus, even if you had kids, it wouldn’t matter. I like kids—they like me.”

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments. When you got your drink, you took a long sip.

“So you’re alone here on this family Disney cruise. That alone deserves a question,” Chris continued.

“It does. You’re also alone on this same family Disney cruise,” you countered. Chris nodded and took another sip of his beer before he leaned closer to you.

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” he whispered.

There was no way you were going to divulge personal information to a stranger, no matter if he were Captain America. You spun to face him, then uncrossed your legs to recross them. His eyes dropped to your thighs, and that told you what you needed to know. He was on this cruise for hookups. Scoffing, you finished your drink.

“Your eyes just told me yours.” You slipped off the barstool and stood before him, leaning in just a little. “I hear Disney cruises are the place to be for after dark entanglements, and you’re in the right place. Have a good night.”

You walked away, not giving him a chance to respond. Instead of moving to another bar, you decided to leave. You’d heard plenty of rumors and stories of Chris Evans and his booty calls, and you were not impressed. He was clearly here for easy, strings free sex. You’d heard more than you needed to about how he met his hook up buddies and just not was textbook. You were not here to be another notch in his bedpost.

-The Next Day-

-The Dominican Republic, 11:10 am

As you walked through the ship, everyone was abuzz with excitement for the first port. You were also excited but not to disembark like everyone else. You’d been to the Dominican Republic plenty of times and had no intention of going out today. You had a plan, and it was to soak up the quiet and empty ship. You wanted to get a spa treatment, a massage, and soak in the hot tub or the steam room and allow the essential oils to work their magic on the tension coursing through your body.

“Attention passengers, we are officially docked. I’d like to be the first to welcome you to the beautiful Dominican Republic. As you disembark, a reminder that we will be leaving port promptly at ten o'clock. Please be on time, ladies and gentlemen, and enjoy your days.”

While everyone was walking in one direction, you were walking in the opposite. Everyone was decked out in their beachwear and sunscreen, and you could tell these kids planned on swimming every inch of that beach. The ride on the elevator was a quick one because you were going lower than everyone else. The spa was on the first level below water. The pamphlet advertised it as being one with the sea thanks to the unmatched view of the ocean and life under the sea. You were excited.

Once you got to the spa entrance, you smiled, seeing that it was completely empty.

“Welcome to Aqua Spa. My name is Vikki.”

“Hi. Am I the only one?”

“You are the first here. Between you and me, I don’t expect many guests being the first port and all,” the blond wearing a sea blue uniform said.

“Excellent.”

“Have you reserved?”

“Yes, Ajali Rambaue.”

You watched her scan the computer screen before her. It didn’t take her long to smile again.

“Ms. Rambaue, welcome. I see you’ve booked the clearing treatment, a gold facial followed by the milk and rose oil bath,” Nikki listed.

Just her listing off your treats had you even more excited. Nodding, you confirmed. She returned your smile and ushered you through the spa. You could already see the blue hue from the portholes, and it bathed the entire spa in the same blue. It felt as if you were gliding underwater, completely immersed with the other creatures.

“Right this way.” You followed her into the room and gasped. The entire room was completely blue, and the sight before you through the clear window was breathtaking.

“Incredible, isn’t it? I guess you can see why they named her Enchantment.”

Maybe Lali’s splurge wasn’t so bad, you thought.

“So, the clearing treatment is an intricate one. You can change behind this screen as I prepare the room for you and your therapist,” Nikki explained.

You stepped behind the glass screen that immediately frosted once you were behind it, then began undressing and listened to her explain the treatment.

“Not only is it an incredible treatment, but it stretches to about three hours from start to finish. World-renowned masseuses and acupuncturist Jadenna Sole designed it. He aimed for it to restore the body’s balance. It does this through a mixture of Eastern and European techniques.”

When you stepped out, you were wrapped in the towel and sighed, seeing the newly lit candles that warmed the room. If you were doing a couple’s massage, this would have been the perfect atmosphere.

“It begins with a full-body exfoliation with sea salt and Indian Kama oil. After your therapist will perform a lymph system massage, and that will prep the body for your Swedish massage. After that, then your body will be wrapped in neem black clay, and you’ll sit and allow it to seep into your pores. Then you’ll rinse and sit in your milk and rose oil bath to then rinse again, and the finishing touch would be an intricate blend of oils and herbs rubbed into your skin that will help your chakras realign,” Nikki finished.

You were impressed as hell. You’d never expect a treatment like this on a cruise. It was more something for Manhattan among the rich. As you got comfortable on the table, you could hardly contain your excitement. When your massage therapist arrived and introduced herself as Marta, you prepared yourself to be shot into space. Massages were your thing. Lali joked that massages were your love language.

When Marta began the exfoliation process, it was relaxing enough for you to nearly fall asleep. You hadn’t realized how tense you were these last few days. You blamed Javii. It was all his fault. After twenty or so minutes, Marta rinsed you then really got started with the massage, all the while putting her back into it. She was a lot stronger than she looked. The pressure was perfect, and the scents from the oils were sublime. In no time, you were drifting from the ground into the sky.

After an hour, your mind was completely blank, and the knot between your shoulder blades was nearly gone. Marta made a few comments on how tense your muscles were and gave pointers on how to prevent locked muscles. You listened as she spoke and tried to retain the information, but you were too distracted with how relaxed you felt. By the time two hours had passed, your muscles were putty, and Marta was now on your gold facial.

This wasn’t the first time you’d gotten one. You and Lali often got them together as part of your sisters day. They were good for your complexion and elasticity. Your mother often stressed that collagen loved you when you were young but liked to play hide and seek the older you got and that you should cherish it and do all you could to maintain your healthy skin. You and Lali listened. After Marta finished applying the mask, you laid back and listened to the sounds of the classical music playing and drifted off to sleep.

When you awoke, it was time to wipe the concoction off and dip into your milk and rose oil bath. The warmth of the mixture had you moaning. There was something so luxurious about lounging in milk like you were an Egyptian queen that had you feeling like a boss. The mask that was applied to your hair was slowly hardening, so you fought the urge to dip your head back. Instead, you leaned back onto the cushions and sighed again.

The silence in the room was just what you needed. Any stress you’d been feeling was a distant memory now. This was just what you needed, you thought.

“Who knew milk and rose oil could be so relaxing.”

Your eyes snapped open as you looked from side to side, trying to see if someone was beside you. The tub pods were empty, and from what you could see, you were alone.

“I’m glad I took Nikki’s recommendation for this over the peppermint soak,” the voice spoke again. You recognized it. Spinning around, you saw a bare back behind yours. He was close enough to touch.

Chris turned around to face you. His face was painted with a mask, only keeping his eyes and lips visible. You quickly forgot your state of undress, but you somehow knew of his. Your eyes dipped down to his bare shoulders and the hair that laid across his chest. You saw a peek of two and a possible third tattoo, and your curiosity piqued.

“Fancy seeing you here, Ajali,” Chris said as his eyes dropped lower. You looked lower on yourself to see your breasts almost out of the milk enough for him to see some nipple. Quickly you sunk down and turned back around, facing your back to him.

“What’re you doing here?”

“Same as you.” You sighed and hugged your legs to your body.

“Shouldn’t they have men in a separate room or something?”

“I’ve seen a naked woman before,” Chris informed with a scoff. You turned around from the tone of his voice.

“I bet you have. You’ve seen plenty naked women.”

Chris turned to face you with his brows knitted together as if he fully got your meaning.

“Just what are you insinuating?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does. Are you suggesting that I came on this cruise to sleep with unassuming women?”

You shrugged and turned back around, keeping your back straight.

“Wow, that’s insulting. Where do you get off?”

You remained quiet. He must have taken your silence as more judgment because he spoke again.

“I didn’t come on this cruise to snake myself into someone’s bed. I came because I needed a change of pace, some breathing room. Hollywood gets confining, and the more confining it gets, the more I feel like I’m—suffocating.”

Slowly you turned to look at him. His back was turned so you trailed your eyes over the exposed skin of his back and saw peeks of more tattoos. The man was getting sexier with each passing minute. His shoulders were broad and looked incredibly strong. The low light in the room didn’t help you see anything else, but you could more than imagine everything else.

“So, the confines of a ship wouldn’t feel suffocating?”

Chris turned to look at you.

“There is Hollywood confinement and this. This is not confinement. I have freedom here; I’m not watched like a hawk. Yeah, someone will recognize me here or there, but they are so respectful. For the most part, it is always quick. Plus, I don’t mind talking to the kids.”

This was the second time he brought up kids, you thought.

“Plus, now I’ve met someone who seems to have no problem telling me I’m a whore.”

Immediately you snorted loudly then laughed. “I never called you that.”

“Hinted at it is just the same as saying the words,” Chris accused.

You smiled and sighed, and your eyes lingered on his.

“It’s refreshing again. A lot of women will say what they think I want to hear or be how they think I want them to be.

“Not me.”

“Not you.”

It was said in unison. Once both of you realized what you’d said, you laughed together.

“It must be something having women fawn all over you.”

Chris shrugged, and again your eyes fell to his shoulders, and that is where they remained.

“Something is the word. It gets old, though—real quick.”

When your eyes met again, he held your gaze. “I’m sure men fawn all over you too.”

You took a deep breath and sighed out. “I’m sure they don’t.”

Chris snorted and gave you a “yeah right” look.

“I’m sure you’re full of shit. You’re a beautiful woman.” His eyes dropped below your face again, but they quickly came back up.

You turned your back to him again and stared into the milk and oil concoction. He wasn’t wrong, though he wasn’t right either. Men didn’t fawn over you. Yeah, you got attention from men a lot but to go as far as saying they fawned over you was a stretch. You didn’t notice any man besides Javii for the last three years.

“This is supposed to be a relaxing spa day for me. Maybe we should cut the talking out and just enjoy the rest of it,” you suggested, a little salty he’d reminded you of what you’d come to forget.

“Sure thing,” Chris softly answered.

The two of you remained in your separate bath pods without speaking one more word. However, you were aware of his body and every move he made. His body gave off this energy that felt like your body reached out for. So instead of fully relaxing, you’d spent the time fighting the sway of your body or the urge to slink closer.

An hour later, you were in your clothes again and feeling ten times better than when you’d walked in. You thanked the staff and gave a generous tip, then left. When you got into the elevator, you leaned on the wall and sighed. As the doors closed, a hand stretched out, preventing it from closing. Chris then stepped onto the elevator with that stupid grin.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” he joked as he pressed the six that was already lit up.

“Is six your floor too?”

“Maybe.” He nodded and leaned on the wall beside you.

The two of you rode the elevator and looked outside the glass enclosure to the ship and even the ocean outside.

“They did a fantastic job with the ship. Even though you’re not on an island right now, you feel like it’s still a tropical vacation.”

You nodded, agreeing with him.

“Do you come on Disney cruises often?”

You shook your head. “No. This is a first.”

Chris lit up and smiled widely. “Wow. It’s been a while since I’ve met a first-timer.”

“I take it you’re not.”

“Nope, veteran. I come on a cruise at least once a year and go to Disneyworld and land twice a year,” Chris excitedly bragged.

“Oh, a little boy trapped in a grown man’s body,” you teased.

Chris chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Eh, nothing wrong with being a little boy.”

“Only if you aren’t that way because you refuse to grow up,” you responded. Chris looked at you and kept his eyes there. The ding of the elevator brought your attention back to the dial.

“Six.”

You walked out the door, then turned left and proceeded to your room, wondering the whole way if that was a bitch thing to say. You had to learn to censor, you thought as you scanned your wrist and stepped into your room. Peeping back, you saw Chris still walking to his room with his head dipped low as if he’d lost his best friend.

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littlejoregal · 4 years ago

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2020 Creator’s Self-Love Extravaganza

Boy howdy, but it has been a year. So much so that I felt the need to dig up this meme so I can lavish myself with a little TLC, ‘cause you know what? I deserve it! And so do you. This year has been tough, and even in the best of times it can be a real struggle to remember that, instead of being your own worst enemy, you should strive to be your best cheerleader. Remember to be kind instead of cruel, to forgive rather than condemn yourself. Creativity is hard, and it is always a journey, never a final destination, so let’s take a moment and sight-see where we’ve been this year, yeah???

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works (fics, art, edits, etc.) you’ve created this year and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2020. If you don’t have five published works, that’s fine! Include ideas/drafts/whatever you like that you’ve worked on/thought about, and talk a little about them instead! Remember, this is all about self-love and positive enthusiasm, so fuck the rules if you need to. Have fun, and tag as many fellow creators as you like so they can share the love! <3

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I was tagged by @mandalorianess, which I really appreciate, because otherwise I wouldn’t have looked back at what I was able to do this year, and see how different it had been. And see how fandom wise it wasn’t different in a bad way.

When I joined tumblr in 2011 or 2012(I don’t remember exactly...), I was in the OUAT fandom, being head over heels about Regina and also Lana Parrila, who played her. I remember how desperate I was to be heared, to fangirl over things with people, who loved the same characters, ships that I did. I always tagged, but it felt like noone was listening.

I also remember how sad I was for having so few followers. When I became brave enough, I started to write prompts and fics on ff.net. In the end I was lucky to become friends with some fellow fans, I felt supported. I made some pleasant memories. But as I look back, it was so hard. It took years.

I think the reason it all happend that way was because I was different, and also because it was a bigger fandom.

It’s been a year since I post, reblog, love The Mandalorian/Caradin/Cara Dune/Gina Carano here on tumblr. It isn’t exclusively that theme, but the people, who share my interest and love in the above have been so very supportive for quite some time now!

I have to say that I started to post different things too. I have a few WIPs, but haven’t posted a fic this year (those poor people in the OUAT fandom, who had been reading my stories, and haven’t got an end, I am so sorry...maybe in the near future?).

I got a camera last Christmas+Birthday(finally, I couldn’t believe it), and I always loved LEGOs, have a lot of STAR WARS sets(and so many others too), and I thought that maybe I could try to take quality photos of my beloved characters in LEGO. And I made some, and never got so many notes.

I also tried to do quote posts of Gina, that was also new fore me. Or I just put my few word thoughts under pics or gifs as I used to, for Regina/OUAT, only this time, I got notes on them.

I don’t know. Maybe I became more entertaining.

What it metters though is that it feels great! So thank you for every one of you reblogging, liking, commenting on my posts!

Special thanks for this year to my mutual Caradin shipper friends!

Sorry I was so long...

Here are the five of 2020:

1, You Too Need to Freshen up Little Man

In which Cara and Din give Grogu a bath, as LEGO minifigures. They are so cute. I figured I like to create cute and fluff in LEGO.

2, Slumber Party 1., 2., 3.

Because I couln’t choose. This was a request from @redheadedteatotaler I really liked, that’s why it has three chapters... Baby yoda made friends with Baby Groot and they had a slumber party supervised by Din and Cara. In LEGO.

3, Gina Carano Quotes

She talks about being an introvert several times during this event. I was surprised and also could relate to her. I thought people should know.

4, Best Spacedad

Just Din being the brave dad he is, fighting stormtroopers between lightning giant vines. Holiday piece with sneaky Grogu. In LEGO.

Since 2, and 3, has more posts I am stopping here.

Take a look.

Thank you!

Happy New Year!

Anyone else wants to do this? Go ahead!

#game #tumblr game #my2020 #caradin #the mandalorian #tumblr friends

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mrcoltkaneko · 4 years ago

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daybreak (rod)

a/n: i am very... meh about this one, but when i heard that RODAW was happening, i had to throw something up for my favorite boy. it’s written in the second person because... i just vibed with it???? LMAO idk. as always, your comments / likes / reblogs are very much appreciated. i apologize for any typos in advance, i think i wrote this in like 4-5 hours so it is a very raw draft. i might go back and edit it at some point, but for now, please enjoy!

pairings: Colt x MC angst

summary: So much for wanting to die, for choking yourself with smoke and willpower and here he is, doing it all by himself, five-and-a-half feet away.

rating: PG-13

content warning: cancer, infidelity.

length: 2172 words

tags: i am constantly amazed at the amount of quality content that comes out related to ROD. i’ve fallen out of the choices fandom but ROD still holds a special place in my heart and i’m so excited that it’s the same for a lot of other people as well! @rodappreciationweek !

All great love stories begin with a once upon a time, but you think that yours must have begun with an and they lived happily ever after, because with him, you are always drowning in a sea of now, now, now that exists only in a dream.

You smoke cigarettes now. It’s something of a habit, picked up in college after drunken nights out in the dead of a winter, desperate for the quick pinch of sobriety and a flicker of warmth — even now, you remember how much the smoke and tar had made you cough. Now, the nicotine, it tastes sweet on your lips.

You wonder when you’d become so jaded.

Even jarring images of blackened lungs can’t scare you now, not when you'd seen with your soul the images of your own heart, bloodied and bruised to shit. Not when you've seen her father waste away in that bed, antiseptic stinging your nose, your eyes. A year after he’d retired. There’d been plans, big ones for him to buy a home up near Olympia, fix it up himself. He’d bought tickets to Italy. You’d always thought he’d go out in a bang, a furious firework in the sky commemorating his heroism. None of seeing him die in that damned hospital was heroic.

You bring the cigarette up to your lips and inhale, holding your breath. Her gaze focuses on the skyline ahead, gripping the rust-streaked railing in front, the Hudson reflecting ink black, save for the moon’s milky touch rippling ribbons of white on the water. Only when you feel your chest constrict and vision blur that you open your mouth and let the cancer flow out. Hunched over the barrier, you begins coughing and fuck, does it feel good. It’s like being eighteen again, taking that first puff of that cigarette, feeling the smoke’s heat sear your throat in a line of fire.

“You all right?”

You glance up. You already has a bitter retort locked and loaded, about how you’s fucking goddamn fine, that you doesn’t need his help, that there’s pepper spray in your purse that you wouldn’t hesitate using and —

( “Ellie?” )

And your breath stops.

So much for wanting to die, for choking yourself with smoke and willpower and here he is, doing it all by himself, five-and-a-half feet away. You drop the cigarette, three-quarters done, and it’s no wonder that you are breathless because you drowns in him once again, like something familiar creeping up your airways, a release .

“Colt.” You take a step forward, hesitant. You watch his face, in as much disbelief as yours. He’s wearing the same jacket from all those years ago, and you want to laugh, to straighten the lapels and plant a kiss on his cheek and then cry from the youer impossibility of seeing him again, but seven years is too much time. You scrape the toe of your boot against the cobblestone, never daring to look at his face. “How - how are you?”

“I’m good. Didn’t know you were in New York.”

“I am.” You pause, wondering if you should say any more. “I work - I work at a publishing company. I edit books.”

“That’s cool. Good for you, El.”

A pause enters the conversation. For a moment, all you can hear are the distant hum of cars, the white noise of city life. And all you want to do is cry, but not for the same reasons as before, but how stilted their conversations are, how much you do not say that you wanted to for the longest time. Like, I’m sorry, I wish I’d stayed, I wish I hadn’t thrown you out. Like, I’ve missed you, you complete me, I love you.

“Are you in New York too?”

“Nah. Just here to visit my girlfriend’s parents. They live up in Queens.”

Oh.

You want to ask. You want to know her name, her job, what she’s like. You want to know whether the girlfriend has met his mother, whether she knows about his father and Ximena and Toby and Logan, whether she knows about you. In bitterness, you’re reminded of your own boyfriend, the one you’d fought with earlier over a carton of milk — and then it dawns on you that there is a space of seven years that you have been gone, torn from Colt’s life that you don’t know about, and you swallow. The pause is no longer a pause, but a thick hesitation sitting in between you and him, and you struggle to breathe against his presence.

“Listen, Ellie —”

“No. It’s fine — it’s fine, I mean, it’s been seven years, right? You’re allowed to have a girlfriend and a life, and I have a life now, and we’re all fine, really —”

“Hey! Christ, slow down; I just wanted to ask if you wanted to go for a walk. My girlfriend, she’s out with some friends and I was just killing some time anyways.”

You know you shouldn’t. That the time away had been her time to heal, to process their goodbye from all those years ago, and yet — you’ve never been good at holding him at an arm’s distance, even when he’d been three thousand miles away.

So you say yes.

☆☆☆☆☆☆

You’re positive that this is all a fever dream, that there’s no way that Colt is beside you, that you’re laughing with him again, that it’s always when you least expect it that you’re thrown back into the waters again, unsure of where it’d started, and yet, not caring in the slightest.

The stars, you’ve never noticed them in the city. Not with all the light pollution circling high above the clouds, but with him, you’re positive that the stars shine for him, bouncing off the tips of his cheekbones, the tip of his nose. Two in the morning and you’ve never felt held more than this exact moment, not in so long. You don’t know if it’s the warmth of the alcohol or the orbit of his presence, but you're rosy-cheeked, desperate to find his physical touch next.

Leave it to him to jolt you out of your fantasy.

“How’s that boyfriend of yours, huh?”

You swallow. The 40s you’ve both bought in a dingy corner store like nineteen-year olds with fake IDs lie in the paper bags at their feet and the magnified haze of reality swings at your head. Drunk, and yet, too aware of your drunkenness, you squint at him, challenging him with a brashness only marked by the alcohol.

“What’s it to you, anyways?” Cross, you pick up the bottle, taking a swig of the drink.

Colt shrugs. “Curious. I’ve seen your pics with him.”

“You’ve been stalking me,” you reply, smirking.

Shaking his head, he chuckles. “And you can never answer the questions without being a smart-ass, can you?”

“It’s none of your business.” You pull your knees closer, hugging your legs to your chest. “Anyways, you haven’t said a word about your mystery girlfriend,” you challenge. It’s not like you want to hear about her, but the prospect of telling Colt all about your significant other brings a rock to your stomach.

You meet his eyes. Dark, stormy, you think you see a phantom of a frown, emotion betraying his usual aloof demeanor. But as soon as it crosses his face, it flies off into the distance, and he shrugs. “You always do this, Ellie — act like that I’m out to get you, comment on your life choices —”

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I the one that couldn’t handle my fucking anger whenever things didn’t go right, because if I remember correctly, that was you.” You bolt up, an accusatory finger thrown his way, and he matches your movement, drenched in passion.

“You’re going to bring that up? Because if we’re going to rehash our goddamn relationship right here, I’d be happy to list all of the things you did that were fucking frustrating to deal with.”

“Oh my gosh, yes. Please do that, I’m begging you,” she snaps back, sarcastic. Hesitating, you turn back to him, fire burning in your eyes. “Actually. Let’s do it. Say it. I dare you. Because if I remember correctly, it was me that left. Not you.”

Silence blankets the two of you, and his face hardens back up, body returning to the slack swagger he’d always carried so easily in his chest. Shoving his hands back into his pockets, he crouches back down, eyes aimed towards the water. “Whatever,” he snorts, shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter.”

He’d always been so nonchalant. Still is, and it’s what you’ve loved about him, the way he could tell you so much more with his eyes than his words. You’d loved Logan too, but he’d always been brash, the brushstrokes of his love painted in broad, simple marks. And yet Colt — the intricacies of his emotions have always been a puzzle that you’d been adamant to unscramble. How the flicker in the corners of his eyelids could mean that he’s upset, or the twitch in the corner of his mouth, deepening a shred of a dimple gave away his happiness. Even now, the ghosts of those imprints remain etched onto his face, and you can tell he longs for something more, a what if still lingering on their tongues.

And like always, you fall into his lips.

It’s a mistake.

And yet — a glorious, beautiful, irrevocable mistake, even more when you feel his lips press against yours. He’s missed me too, you think, and you wonder why he is the only person that has only made you feel like the world is yours. You are drunk, sitting on concrete by the muddy river and yet you want to savor the moment forever, inscribe it into your skin as a tattoo.

When you part, your teeth taste like sin and your hands are drenched in the blood of your guilt, but you’d risk it all to do it again.

☆☆☆☆☆☆

One more joy ride on his Cavalieri Novanta, you understand why you loved ( love ) him. Freedom has always come at a price for you, perpetually out of your reach but with him? He makes it easy to be in freefall, and as your hands wrap around his waist, you’re not afraid to hit the ground.

Coney Island is a hellmouth, but at 4AM, the silence is cathartic. You’ve never been to the beach without the buzz of crowds closing in on you, and yet, there is something distinctly wistful about the abandoned park. Still, quiet, with only the creak of the boards underneath your feet, the ocean is there, and yet — you only see Colt. If the Pacific had been an expanse of hope and new horizons, you think that the Atlantic is a deluge of melancholy. There is no room for your sorrows when you’ve finally been let out of your self-inflicted cage. He finds a place in the sand, and you follow along, head on his shoulder.

“You shouldn’t have kissed me.” And yet, his lips are in your hair, whispering. You think you feel him trace an I still love you with his lips, but you can’t be sure.

“I was drunk.” You still are. You can’t think straight. When you’re with him, all you see is him.

“Doesn’t make it right.”

“Since when have you cared about whether something’s right or not?” It shocks you to the core, more than you expect. It’s not him. This is not the Colt you know.

“You don’t want this. You don’t want me.”

“What - no. Of course I want you. I want you, Colt Kaneko.” You know you do. You’d leave everything behind, run far away with him until your feet bled. Frantic, you find his face, search for that shred of longing you’d become so familiarized with. You don’t find it. “Run away with me. You don’t - we can go back. We can go back.” Desperately, you think that if you say it enough, you could make it a truth.

“You know, Ellie.” Colt swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing in his neck. For once, you cannot read the emotion in his face, and it terrifies you. Seven years is too much time lost, and you think about all of the things you’ve missed.

You do know. Leaving him once, you know. That your longing and love for him has always relied on being apart, that two burning hot fires only created a larger fire that threatened to ruin everything else in its path.

“We would’ve burned each other up, El.” He’s closer now, only a breath away. A finger on your cheek, your hand snakes up and holds his hand, memorizing his touch. His thumb swipes away a tear that you didn’t even know had fallen.

He leans in this time.

A first kiss against the Californian sunset, the last rolled into a New York sunrise, you wonder if you’ll ever look at daybreak the same way again.

#playchoices #rodaw #playchoices fanfic #ride or die

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preathbar · 5 years ago

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I’m new to tumblr. I would like to give credit to those who post stuff. How do I do that? I just want to honor your guy’s work. Thanks!

First of all, thank you for this question! I think that a lot of people need to hear the answer.

1) DON’T STEAL CONTENT!! Now, what does that mean? Well… if YOU didn’t take the photo, THAT’S NOT YOUR CONTENT. If YOU didn’t make the gif THAT’S NOT YOUR CONTENT. If YOU didn’t record the video. THAT’S NOT YOUR CONTENT. If YOU didn’t create the artwork. THAT’S NOT YOUR CONTENT. If YOU didn’t record the video that you are making gifs of THAT’S NOT YOUR CONTENT. It doesn’t matter if you found the pic/video on another platform. IT’S STILL NOT YOUR CONTENT. ALL of these instances (and ones I didn’t name) would require credit to the original creator is reposted!

1.5) DECIDE IF YOU REALLY NEED TO POST SOMEONE ELSE’S CONTENT!! If you see a gif you like on Tumblr. REBLOG IT. That’s literally the whole point of Tumblr. There is no need to repost some else’s gifs/videos/artwork/edits if they already exist on Tumblr. USE THE REBLOG BUTTON. It still ends up on your dash all the same.

2) GIVE CREDIT IF YOU’RE POSTING OTHERS CONTENT!!! This is a long one but I will try to give as many examples as possible:

If you want to repost a picture from Instagram. Include the LINK back to the original posters Instagram account/picture. Do your research, sometimes the account that a picture is posted on is NOT the original poster. If you can’t find the original content creator. DON’T POST IT. If you really want to be nice, shoot the person a message on Instagram and ask if you can repost it. Also, see this post for more Instagram etiquette

What about photos from big sites like Getty Images or ISI (or anywhere else)? Credit the photographer and don’t remove the watermark. I cannot stress those enough. These people make their living off of taking and selling photos so give them credit where credit is due.

If you want to repost a video on Instagram, use the link posting function on Tumblr (It’s the big green circle) and link the video! That way it still get’s its views on Instagram. Also, as I said before, it never hurts to message the original creator and ask if it is okay.

Let’s say you find a video on Instagram or Youtube or any other platform that you want to make gifsets of. That’s fine, but make sure you LINK BACK TO THE ORIGINAL VIDEO!! And again, you can shoot the original content creator a message and ask if it is okay.

What if you want to create a gifset/post with other’s gifs? Remember, if you like a gif just reblog it! The first thing I would do before reposting someone’s gifs is to message and ask them! I promise you most people don’t mind, myself included. Now, if you don’t do that make sure you tag the original creator (do your research) in the post where you used the gif. NOT THE TAGS, they disappear when the post is reblogged.

Remember, never crop the watermarks or tags out of videos when reposting them. Leave them in their original form.

4) DON’T BE A DICK! I’m sure everyone messes up at some point (I definitely have), so if someone calls you out on it (hopefully respectfully) then fix your mistake! Delete the post (especially if it has a lot of notes) or add the proper credit. Keep in mind that when editing a post only the new reblogs will have the credit.

5) HOLD PEOPLE ACCOUNTABLE! Don’t reblog posts that don’t have the proper credit. Giving people notes is only enforcing the idea that they can get away with not crediting creators. Also, you can kindly message them and inform them of their mistake. Hopefully they will correct it.

tl;dr Basically, if you’re posting something on Tumblr that isn’t 100% yours, make it obvious it is not. Make it obvious where the content came from

Sidenote: There is always a lot of gray area with stuff, and I don’t really want to get into it because it is something that you have to learn over time, but for example we don’t credit players when they post their own (meaning they took it) photos to Insta because it’s almost common knowledge where it came from. I also didn’t even get into posting content from private sources because that’s something that you should NEVER EVER EVER do! In the end, use your common sense, please.

Feel free to add anything else I didn’t cover below.

#please just take the time to read this #sorry if i missed anything #feel free to add it below #thank you j and shayla for helping too #need

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wetookanoath · 5 years ago

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personal struggles, the fate of this and other blogs and apologies.

This year so far has been strange and not good for me and this blog. Some of you know my long history with hate in this fandom and while it’s always nice to hear your kind words, the hate I get is every day worse to the point I had to take off the anonymous option on this blog, my personal, the Library, the writing events and even the damn porn blog.

A few months ago I said I was gonna delete all blogs, and as promised I also deleted my twitter account, passed the instagram account to someone else (who hasn’t done anything with it yet), deleted other b*zzf*ed related blogs I ran, and left others I helped in.

I answered to every and all asks on this blog and the porn blog (most asks now on queue or drafts, waiting to be posted slowly to not spam), finished the event that didn’t went as good as it seemed and passed the administration of the Library to my personal account to never left it die down.

During this time, something happened in my personal life and I found myself in a very dark place I never thought I would go back to after it happened to me many years ago. But it did, and I had to dealt with it all over again, but this time there was a difference, this time I knew were to start and it helped me because I was able to ask for what I needed and get help.

I’m on meds again. I’m not proud of it and it... makes me angry that I’m ashamed to admit it. I’m making less money, lost a person, stopped writing, entered a rehab therapy for two weeks for depression (I didn’t tell anyone but my family, which won me a very long fight with my best friend and two of my best friends online), ended in the hospital last month.

That long period I spent away from this blog, forgetting to answer replies I got e-mails for and the days of check-in and whatnot for the Exchange, god they were so good even with all that mess going on. I watched and read so many things, even if suffered not writing and other physical things. But I felt good, I really did. Which I think it’s why I was happy to get back here, just to find hate on my inbox yet again (from the same person as always, by the way. This woman really is the saddest person on the planet. Yes, it’s about you. I know you are reading this), and I really thought “why do I keep doing this to myself?”

And then weeks ago I finally realized why. And it’s because I like this show so much. I like the pictures and the stories, the chat group I’m in even if sometimes I feel like they don’t like me, and most important, in spite of all the hate we get here, I love the stories I write for this fandom, and my ship. I’ve never wrote this good, gotten the chance to improve and learn better english too.

I love the writer I am in this fandom and I have wrote so much these past few weeks, and all because I started to write shy*n again.

So what do I do?

There are days when I forget this blog exists. It’s been so boring, this hiatus and how things have changed, the lack of content makes things dry and easier to forget. I just forget it exists, but then when I get in, it’s fun when there’s no hate. I find it entertaining to go into my blogs and tag everything properly, organize tag pages and make lists of films based on things, make edits, answer old asks I didn’t have time for before.

Since now that anonymous is off I don’t get any asks, I had have the chance to answer in depth so many things I had left behind before, it’s been fun. Like it used to be, January-July of 2018 came again to remind me of how things were before The Change. I enjoyed preparing this blog for my deperture, and I found myself not wanting to go.

My first thought after that revelation? “People is going to hate on me on anonymous for changing my mind”. Isn’t that fucking sad? That I have to condition everything I do so people won’t hate me on anonymous and say horrible things just because I complain bout things, then calm down and change my mind like any other normal person does on a daily basic... on my own, personal blog?

So, so far, this is what will happen:

The blog reminds, since it’s also kind of an archive for this fandom with how much has been posted that I know it’s resourceful to people for all kinds of things.

Anonymous will perpeturally be off in all my blogs. The Library’s inbox will remain closed.

I’m still going to take my long periods of ignoring this blog, so I’m sorry if you sent me any qs and I don’t answer right away.

It will be on perpetual semi-hiatus, since I will come back once a week to answer things, tag stuff, stock the Library’s queue and the one on this blog.

About the updates, I’m just going to post things I would like to archive myself.

New fanfics/chapters of fics coming every Saturday until I’m done posting everything I wrote these weeks. I’m still writing, so I guess my day of the week to check replies, messages and asks will be on Saturday.

I don’t think I will be around for the new season, not the way I used to. I’m so gonna watch it, but no posts from me anymore. This is a big maybe, since I’m not sure of many things right now, especially with my health as fragile as it is right at the moment.

There’s, so far, 131 original posts on queue. These are: lists that were requested on this blog on such things like all episode Shane called Ryan ‘baby’, personal favorite shyan moments with links (I worked so much in this one, I ended up hating it), etc., edits from many things, included shoots found in old articles and so on, the ongoing ‘fave insta pics’ series of Ryan, Shane, TJ, Sara, Kelsey and the boys in other people’s instagrams, more favorite fanfic edits, and more buzzships edits. Also, a few headcanons, rec lists and solo recs.

Queue will post three posts a day, one original text, one reblog, one original edit. Texts are less than the edits, so when they are over, it will be two edits and one reblog. I will be stocking the queue during my weekly visit, so I don’t know if it will eventually run off original posts or not.

Library reminds what it is, inbox closed until further notice.

Writing Events is over, though. I’m too tired for that. At least for a long break.

This really all depends on my health and how things are once the show is back. I miss the interaction a lot, so having lost the anonymous option it’s really a big bummer for me, and maybe to the people who did like to interact with me and the blog’s content in a positive way via this option. We’ll see.

And finally, I want to apologize not only for the long of this but for my negative reactions months ago. It was wrong, childish at times and out of character. I didn’t realize I was getting bad, and when I did it had already gotten worse. I can now look at all those desperate posts and see how bad I really was at keeping it together and how desperate I was to be okay.

While I still believe I didn’t deserve the harassment I was getting, I should had never given onto it and answer back. I shouldn’t. It was not only bad for me, but to the people who followed/follows this blog and engaged into the negativity too.

I caused that by acting exactly how the hateful people wanted me to, and instead of showing myself as the imperfect human being I am, all people saw was a crying girl asking to be appreciated and loved back. And the reality is that forcing those things to happen won’t make it any better, on the contrary, it makes it worse.

All those times I said, “why does people have to insult me for you to care about me?”, it was because I made it happen. I decided to posts those answers and reply to the hate, and it made people, worried by my answers and the tone of them (yeah, I was pretty suicidal and paranoid, I didn’t realize until recently), send their support. It made it look like that was the case, that I needed to be hurt for people to appreciate me.

But now, I don’t post those things. Had to shut down anonymous asks. And last week I got one ask, just one, of someone saying they love this blog. There was no reason for it, just someone who saw me online and send in their positivity. And it was the best thing in the world, those short words, the best ones.

So yes. My sincere and deepest apologies to everyone, involved or not, for having acted, well, toxic in the past months. Hopefully, it won’t happen again. Meds, no anon and semi-hiatus will make a difference, I hope. And things will be fine.

Thanks for the support, the kindness and the love. And thanks for reading this bible.

Love you,

Nina.

#this is long but i hope you guys read it #specially the apology #your local nerd talking.txt #personal #blog updates

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marlahey · 6 years ago

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a plea for tour (hotel edition)

So I just counted and Shawn’s doing over a hundred shows on this tour. So far, at least (hopefully Asia gets dates soon!). There are over a dozen cities that are back to back (to back to back) nights. From now until he comes back to TO for his stadium date in September, that’s 8 months of being away from home, followed by another two months when he heads to Latin America, Australia, and New Zealand. Which brings me to my plea. Please stop gathering outside Shawn’s hotels. I’ve already said a lot about trying to meet Shawn in public and I still hate the airport stalking (because it is stalking point blank), but at this point I do believe that the hotel gatherings are worse between the two. There is no way that Shawn is going to be able to perform at 100 percent for the next ten months if he has to dedicate huge amounts of time to people who insist on stalking his hotels and waiting for him outside. A picture “takes 3 seconds” but multiply that by hundreds of people and suddenly Shawn’s standing, smiling, and talking for hours. He’s either not able to prepare enough before a show, or he’s not able to rest like he probably needs to afterwards – not to mention he has to literally get to the next city/country on time. You are disrupting his ability to do all that. Moreover, hotels are his home for the next year. Just because they’re on a public street does not mean it’s okay to wait out there (because you think if you wait long enough he’ll come out). (Most of) You wouldn’t wait outside his condo. Why is waiting outside his hotel okay? People talked about going there like it was casual hang out spot. It’s not. The story out of London the other day was awful and it’s why I’m making this post. Jake literally came down and said the reason that Shawn would not be taking pictures that day was because they felt like “fans” were crossing boundaries by sneaking into the hotel to photograph him when he wasn’t aware, gawking through windows, being rude, etc. Jake explained that Shawn felt disrespected and that his/the team’s privacy was being invaded. That was why he did not come down. Jake even talked about how constantly being on camera really scares Shawn. What I think people fail to understand that this isn’t just one bad incident. Whether Shawn takes photos or not, the act of crowding a public space and creating this invisible pressure on him is always disrespectful. It is always an invasion of privacy. No one should know where he’s fucking sleeping every night. It’s not a matter of “oh just be nice.” It’s entitled and selfish and toxic, and rude to people other than Shawn (ie. hotel staff and other guests). You claim to understand his anxiety and yet you create situations that would stress out anyone. Quite frankly, just because “he says it’s okay,” doesn’t mean that it really is. And it doesn’t mean you should. People are willfully taking advantage of his kindness and it needs to fucking stop. You can’t afford a M&G? Neither can I but I’m not becoming a stalker because of it. Jake saying these things to the crowd’s face should have been a huge fandom wake up call. But surprise, surprise, so many people lack self-awareness or self-reflection and more hotel pics appeared. Shawn literally told you that you were being disrespectful to him and yet you continue to do it? You’re such a true fan. “But he came out the next day and he was fine,” yeah because you came back. He should not have to choose between having privacy and having a good relationship with us. Stop putting him in that position. He’s not a fucking zoo animal. Stop treating him like one. It’s also not about separating the ‘good’ fans from ‘bad’. Everyone there is complicit in making him feel this way. There needs to be a shift in mentality, or else Shawn’s overall health and the success of the tour could really suffer. Waiting at his hotel needs to stop being considered acceptable. Stop encouraging it. Stop posting the photos and videos. Stop reblogging them. It truly still baffles me that people will go to such lengths just for a selfie. It’s not a conversation. It’s not a meaningful interaction by any stretch of the imagination. It doesn’t seem like you care about him, not really. Because if you genuinely cared about Shawn, you wouldn’t need a stupid fucking photo to prove it.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes tour #shawn peter raul mendes #shawn mendes imagine #sorry to use the fic tag again I'm just trying to get this out #I have a fever and fifty more pages to read tonight #imagine if I could write essays as fast as I wrote this last night

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nolan-sims · 5 years ago

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>>> Sweet Messages, TOU, Requests, CC Help, Giveaway Q’s, etc.

@tinyfrostedfinds: Hi. ❤️ I like your sim style, and your Custom Content! You are very sweet too. I hope you have a fantastic day or night! ❤️

@wild-pixel: Your edits are so pretty!!!

@wild-pixel: Send this to 10 simblrs you want to know how much you love and appreciate their content!! 💕💕💕💕 don’t break the chain!!! :D

Anon: hey it's fine if you don't answer this but I just wanted to tell you that your cc is beautiful regarding quality, style, and detail. you also seem like a very kind down-to-earth person and I appreciate that. that's all. bye.

To reply to all 4 asks: Thank you so, so, SO much! Messages like these really make my day & help to remind me that the this community is full of kind people. Seriously, thank you-- you’re all so sweet ❤️❤️❤️

Anon: hey, I wanted to ask, if i recoloured some of your hairs, would you be okay with me including the mesh? It didn't specify in your TOU so i wanted to check! Thank you so so much

Oh, thanks for asking! I should probably add that to my TOU because I’d rather my meshes not be included-- I’ve edited it to reflect that 😁

Anon: no shade or anything, and of course i respect your tou! but why is including the mesh such a big deal for many people? like what changes for the creator when proper credit is given?

I think it comes down to personal preference & being credited for your work. Not everyone is courteous & links back to the original creation or gives credit, which is unfortunate, so disallowing inclusion of the mesh is usually a surefire way of making sure credit is given. Well, that’s how I treat it, anyway.

As a sidenote: 9 times out of 10 if someone wants to edit my content, etc. I almost always say yes, so don’t be afraid to ask!

Anon: Ahh will u please upload the sims from that moschino pack pic? Love them ❤️

Hey there, Anon! I’m not really into making CC lists & such, so I most likely won’t. But, if you’re interested in other Sims of mine, you can download them here. (The page still needs to be updated, but all of the links still work)

Anon: Hi. Can you make your Lavellan braids hair a bit longer in the front and back(not too long maybe mid back/upper chest length)?

Anon: would you ever consider making a "mom jean" version of your trill jean set? yours are the only cc jeans i can stand, but i wish i had some that were not so tight-legged!

To answer both asks: I’m actually quite happy with both of these items & probably won’t be revisiting them anytime soon. Buuut... maybe once I finish pending CC requests from my Patrons, I might be able to take a look back at older content. But for now, it isn’t much of a possibility.

Anon: Hi, do you know where I can find any cas preset for download of the dragon age characters? I cant make mine resembling them :(

I would check the Gallery!

Anon: hi! its a long shot but youre one of the best cc makers i follow and i’m making recolors of the get famous furniture, and i was wondering if you knew a way to get rid of that weird shine on the flur’s sofa and the other matching furniture? i was going for a more matte fabric look and the shine in game is really throwing me off.

Hey there & sorry for such a late reply. If you edit or remove the spec map, it should fix your problem. You can find more information on what a spec map is/how it works here & here. Good luck CC creating~!

Anon: Hello, I seem to be having a problem with your goddess dreads and braids! In S4S, they appear just fine, but when I try to use them in CAS, the black-box-and-question-mark grid appears all over the sim. Funny part is, the hair also appears. The mesh and colors are there, but so is that awful grid. Any ideas on what's going on, or if it's just me? Thank you!

Anon: Swettie, your hair Goddess Dreads is showing an error in game. I cant wear it. It shows all black with red eyes and a question mark on the forehead

To answer both asks: Do you have the original mesh in your game as well? That may be your issue 😊 Let me know if that’s it– if not, i’ll see what I can do to fix it. Thanks!

Anon: Hi! I wanted to ask, are you going to update your oh my sims icon overhaul with moschino stuff? thank you in advance!

Here ya go! ✨

Anon: do we also need to reblog the giveaway-post to enter?

Nope! You don’t have to follow, reblog, etc. Everything you need to know is written in the rules, so make sure you read them 😊💕

#replies #nonsims #non sims #wild-pixel #tinyfrostedfinds #anon #anonymous #long post #includes previously posted replies

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madatobiweek2019-2021 · 6 years ago

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MadaTobi Week Master Post

First of all, a giant thank you to everyone who participated! Thank you for lending your time and effort to creating new content for everyone to enjoy and for making this event such a success! We’re very seriously thinking about hosting this event again next year so we hope to see the same enthusiasm again then!

As promised, here is the masterpost of all the entries for MadaTobi Week 2018. Some of them filled two different prompts at a time so for accuracy’s sake and ease of finding they will be listed under each relevant heading.

Should any late arrivals come in we will add them to this list and reblog again so if you’re still working on something don’t be afraid to tag us in a few days or however long you need!

Edit: New additions will have a star * next to them!

Second Edit: All new late additions have been added from last year’s prompt now that tumblr has stopped being a butt and killing any new links!

Day 1

Soul mark/Soulmate

Love Is Merely A Madness - @ivysylph- art

Hot Blooded - @godaime-obito - fanfiction

Protostellar - @raendown - fanfiction

Soulmate AUs - @yupingsan - art

Red, Red, Red - @kalira9 - fanfiction

Fate and Circumstance - @thatrandomnpc - fanfiction

Match - @peppymint1986 - fanfiction

Heatwave - @detectivepoet - fanfiction

Won’t Ever Get Caught (Ever Be Found) - @white-paper-ball - fanfiction

For Your Eyes Only - @glitteratti - fanfiction

On A Warm Summer’s Day – @nebulawritesao3 - fanfiction

Belvedere - @mantykora14 – fanfiction

Soulmate Chapter 125 - @raendown - fanfiction

Fall In To Forever - @a-kid-named-hiro - fanfiction

Too hot!

Fever - @sinyaru - art

Madara Pushed His Fucking BF In The River What An Asshole - @fajeczki - art

Hot Blooded - @godaime-obito - fanfiction

The Beginning - @ivysylph - fanfiction

Funeral - @dahtwitchi - art

Sex and Sweat - @yupingsan - art

Sleeping Habits - @its-amihan - art

Too Hot! - @therainmage - fanfiction

Too Hot! - @tobiramainprofile - fanfiction

Heatwave - @detectivepoet - fanfiction

Midday Heat - @kalira9 - fanfiction

On A Warm Summer’s Day - @nebulawritesao3- fanfiction

We Walk Through The Fire - @shiranuigenma – fanfiction

I Watch The Rain Come Down And Think Of How You Shine - @a-kid-named-hiro - fanfiction *

Hot d-! - @mantykora14 - fanfiction *

Day 2

Alternate Universe

Smartphone Tobirama 1 2 3 4 5 - @fineillsignup – comic translation

Worst Superhero AU - @sinyaru - art

Cats AU - @therainmage - fanfiction

Boy Next Door AU - @ivysylph - art

Chasing - @ivysylph - fanfiction

Prostitute AU - @fajeczki - art

Accidental Dick Pic - @its-amihan - comic

Wounded Lips and Salted Cheeks - @raendown - fanfiction

Waterbending - @kalira9 - fanfiction

Sugar Daddy AU - @yupingsan - art

Filing Cabinet Games - @godaime-obito - fanfiction

Superhero AU - @its-amihan - art

Running With Bigfoot - @glitteratti - fanfiction

We All Want Love (We All Want Honor) – @nebulawritesao3 - fanfiction

Alternate Universe - @tobiramainprofile – fanfiction

Soulmate Chapter 125 - @raendown - fanfiction

A Recipe For The Way To My Heart - @puzzleshipper - fanfiction *

Fall In To Forever - @a-kid-named-hiro - fanfiction

Memories of You (Still Stand Strong) - @a-kid-named-hiro - fanfiction *

Office Shenanigans

Falling Back - @dahtwitchi - comic

Accidental Dick Pic - @its-amihan - comic

Wounded Lips and Salted Cheeks - @raendown - fanfiction

I Like You Just Fine - @berry-doodles - comic

Attention - @detectivepoet - fanfiction

Attrition - @thatrandomnpc - fanfiction

Workday Diversion - @kalira9 - fanfiction

Filing Cabinet Games - @godaime-obito - fanfiction

What Not To Do In The Office - @mantykora14 – fanfiction

Day 3

Fake Relationship/Hidden Relationship

Asking For Trouble - @godaime-obito - fanfiction

Hiding Feelings In The Dark - @dahtwitchi - comic

Promise - @ivysylph - fanfiction

Art for “Promise” - @ivysylph - art

To Drain The Whole Sea – @nebulawritesao3 - fanfiction

But Broken Live On - @raendown - fanfiction

Post Battlefield - @yupingsan - art

Pomp and Circumstance - @thatrandomnpc - fanfiction

Fake Dating - @tobiramainprofile - fanfiction

Mission To Shimogakure - @detectivepoet - fanfiction

Brother Knows Best - @mantykora14 - fanfiction

Hurt - @a-kid-named-hiro - fanfiction *

On The Battlefield

On The Battlefield - @kaiyaru-art - art

On The Battlefield - @fajeczki - art

On The Battlefield - @berry-doodles - art

To Drain The Whole Sea – @nebulawritesao3 - fanfiction

Watching Your Back - @kalira9 - fanfiction

Cold - @a-kid-named-hiro - fanfiction

We Walk Through The Fire - @shiranuigenma - fanfiction

You Won’t Do The Same - @tobi-drama – fanfiction

Day 4

Yokai/Gods/Monsters

Gods AU - @fajeczki - art

Rain Soaked - @godaime-obito - fanfiction

Amor Aeternus - @ivysylph - fanfiction

Art for “Amor Aeternus” - @ivysylph - art

Fade To Bright - @raendown - fanfiction

Surprise Kiss - @sinyaru - art

Secrets Never To Be Told - @dahtwitchi - comic

Sparks of War - @kalira9 - fanfiction

Kitsune Tobirama - @mantykora14 - art

Ghost Tobirama - @its-amihan - art

XXXholic AU - @squidspawn - art

No One’s Gonna Take My Soul Away - @a-kid-named-hiro - fanfiction *

The Sensei Trap

The Sensei Trap - @tobiramainprofile - fanfiction

Hanging Around - @detectivepoet – art and fanfiction

The Set Up - @thatrandomnpc – fanfiction

Caught You - @nebulawritesao3 - fanfiction *

Day 5

Time Travel

Rest With Me Until A Brighter Day - @blackkatmagick - fanfiction

Vision - @kalira9 - fanfiction

Change - @detectivepoet - fanfiction

Art for “Change” - @yupingsan - art

Second Chance - @sanxkei - art *

Turn Back The Clock - @thatrandomnpc - fanfiction *

Experimentation/Crazy Scientist

Bloody Scientists - @fajeczki - art

Unexpected Delay - @godaime-obito - fanfiction

The Ending - @ivysylph – fanfiction

Art the “The Ending” - @ivysylph - art

The Science Of Madness - @dahtwitchi – comic

No Sleep - @kaiyaru-art - comic

Oblivious Until Proven Stupid - @raendown - fanfiction

Family Bonding - @its-amihan - art

Tobirama the Fluff - @yupingsan - fanfiction

Always Wanted To Do That - @tobiramainprofile - fanfiction

Vision - @kalira9 - fanfiction

Sleepless - @mantykora14 – fanfiction

Awake and Unafraid - @a-kid-named-hiro - fanfiction *

Day 6

To the victor go the spoils

Pray The Devil Will Save My Soul - @raendown - fanfiction

Prize - @kalira9 - fanfiction

Indecent Proposal - @mantykora14 - fanfiction

Dango Comic - @yupingsan - comic

Returned - @detectivepoet – art and fanfiction

Through My Soul Like A Hurricane Wind - @a-kid-named-hiro - fanfiction *

Today’s Limits (Tomorrow’s Victories) - @nebulawritesao3 - fanfiction *

Supernatural/Fantasy

To Believe, Or Not To Believe - @dahtwitchi - comic

Werewolf Boyfriends - @fajeczki - art

Reluctant Questing - @godaime-obito - fanfiction

The Wolf and The Wizard - @ivysylph - art

Werewolf Snuggling - @kaiyaru-art - art

Pray The Devil Will Save My Soul - @raendown - fanfiction

The Cursed Child And His Savior - @ivysylph - fanfiction

Supernatural AU - @tobiramainprofile – fanfiction

Meeting In The Middle - @kalira9 – fanfiction

No One Will Ever Know Our Names - @dimancheetoile - fanfiction

Unwind - @thatrandomnpc - fanfiction *

Day 7

Role swap/clan swap

Behind Enemy Lines - @raendown - fanfiction

Under The Surface (Dig Deep Till It Bleeds) - @raendown – fanfiction

Clan Swap - @fajeczki - art

Free day

Psychological Abuse - @fineillsignup – art translation

Madara and Tobirama - @vivid-cosplay – cosplay

Kissing Scene - @ivysylph - art

Sweet Lies - @ivysylph - fanfiction

An End - @dahtwitchi - art

Late Night Revelations - @godaime-obito - fanfiction

Sense8 AU - @tobiramainprofile – fanfiction

Out Of Ideas - @yupingsan - comic

Happy Hugs - @its-amihan - art

Relaxing - @kalira9 - fanfiction

Morning Cuddles - @sinyaru - art

pirates ahoy! - @mantykora14 - fanfiction *

#madatobiweek2018 #masterpost #master post

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tehuti88-photos · 3 years ago

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UGH all I did was rotate my screen to keep typing and it erased my post? Without even asking to save?? Great function, Tumblr. 🙄

Starting AGAIN...hello, this is indeed the same account behind tehuti88 and tehuti88-art. I decided it's time for a photography blog. A long time back I tried blogging a few of my photos on my main blog (via Flickr) but fizzled out. Since I'm way behind on Flickr, and don't want to glut my main blog with my own (admittedly not high-quality) pics, a new blog seemed best. I'll try uploading straight here and see how it goes and if I have the motivation to keep at it, considering my blogs are pretty invisible and I'm lucky if I get maybe one like every couple of weeks or so.

For now I'll be sticking to digital photos, since my scans date back to when I had a poor scanner and saved things at too poor a quality (memory on computers was MUCH lower back then) and they just suck. Aside from rotating and possibly resizing/compressing or whatever, my pics should be uploaded as is. I'd like to edit/tweak for contrast and saturation and all, but I like to use the same settings on everything, which isn't feasible with photos of varying quality, plus it's time and memory consuming and I have no photo software of my own, PLUS I went through a phase of over-editing my photos and don't want to do that again. And I just hate losing metadata although it's not always accurate on my pics which have migrated from computer to computer over the years. Oh--and with possible rare exceptions (mostly photos of people, or identifying details), I don't cull my pics and post only the best, since I can't choose.

So...prepare for lots of similar, mediocre pics. If I work up the motivation to upload them.

Nobody'll take me up on this but FEEL FREE TO REBLOG*, JUST LEAVE CAPTIONS INTACT! And thanks.

*Unless you have a blog full of hateful stuff...I know I can't stop you, but I'd rather not have my work associated with such things, and I bet you wouldn't want my stuff in your blog, either. What do I consider hateful? I admit I've grown more narrowminded over the past two years. Basically I mean far-right blogs. If you're not sure what I mean by "far right," you probably don't belong here already. Just imagine I'm a bleeding-heart special snowflake leftist radical socialist liberal Antifa member. I'm not half those things but if you're the type of blog I don't want to associate with, you'll think I am those things. Anyway, please avoid interacting with me and I'll avoid you and we should be fine.

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kathubs · 7 years ago

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hey katie--could you do a ranking of all of the amber benson movies you've seen, from favorite to least favorite? :)

This is an EXCELLENT question, thank you, Clem! I took it a little too seriously maybe (and i’m a little drunk and long-winded), but you asked, so I’m giving a good answer ;)

I pulled out my handy dandy masterlist of Amber’s work and started categorizing her movies! (fun pic to clarify that i am the world’s biggest nerd)

Also please note that these are just my opinions - I am by no means a film critic or an expert on anything, I’ve just seen a lot of Amber Benson movies!

Never seen: (if anyone has links, send em over please)Hollywood, PennsylvaniaLong Island Confidential

Not yet released: The Griddle HouseSelling IsobelThe Nightmare GalleryGlossary of Broken Dreams

Here’s where it gets fun!

Terrible:Act Your Age - this movie is not very good, and she’s hardly in it, so it gets a “terrible” ranking, yikes!

Meh all around (worst to best):The Blue Tooth Virgin - she’s in literally two minutes. i couldn’t watch the restDon’s Plum - i’ve only seen her parts! and apart from her face, i found them pretty unlikeable. :/ SFW - she’s in like ten minutes at the end. looking very adorable with round cheeks and round glasses. the rest of the movie is just okJack Reed (all three) - TV movies. She was SO YOUNG but she’s only in a couple scenes each. From what I’ve seen, they’re fine, nothing groundbreakingSimple Things - this is just bad, and she’s not really in it that much, but it could be worse. somehow. don’t ask me howKiss the Bride - again, i’ve only seen her parts, and they’re underwhelmingThe Crooked Man - so she plays a nice mom, and then she has a shotgun, and then she wears scrubs and gets murdered. she’s so pretty and tragic. but the whole movie is just…. so shitty and she’s only in 10 minutes of it. so it’s meh

Okay for plot, not for Amber:The Prime Gig - this is actually a pretty good movie! i enjoyed it. she’s really not in it much at all - definitely a background character, and she only has a few lines. but i sat through the whole movie and she looks super badass in her few appearances.Imaginary Crimes - another background character, but with many more lines this time. she’s very young and very adorable. another movie where i watched the whole thing, because it was good all around, and not just for her face!

Okay for Amber, not for plot: Taboo - oh my god, Taboo. I rewatch this all the time because she’s extra hot in it - she plays drunk the whole time, and at one point wears a nightie and a collar - but oh my god it’s so bad. the plot is weird, the dialog is stilted, the acting is so wooden. just a terrible movie, but with one hot amberIntermedio - see above! she had a broken foot when they filmed this, and is on crutches the whole time. her hair is super long and she wears a pretty short skirt. those are the biggest selling points…. oh and she gets chopped in halfTripping Forward - ugh, i kinda hate this movie, because the leading guy makes me feel uncomfortable. i just don’t like his face or voice or personality. but amber is beautiful and cool and has streaks of blue in her hair. honestly you should skip watching this movie and just look at the beautiful gifs maria made insteadHoliday Wishes - this is hard, because it’s pretty bad, but i want to like it! it’s a christmas movie, she’s in love with a ghost, there’s some body switching, ugh. the plot just really irritates me and i find different things to complain about every time. and whoever dressed her should be fired. but she’s pretty and she’s the lead actress, so that has to count for somethingOne-Eyed Monster - never tell amber this, but i don’t like this movie…. she really likes it so it makes me feel bad to dislike it :/ it’s about these people shooting a porno in the mountains. she’s the makeup artist. ron jeremy’s dick gets possessed by an alien, and it impregnates amber and kills everyone else. it’s so weird and so not my humor…. but amber loves is and amber looks great in it, so, watch it i guess? Attack of the Gryphon - this would be ranked better if the gryphon wasn’t so flipping bad! the cgi just ruins the whole thing. well that and the evil sorcerer’s weird slutty sidekicks. i dunno. amber plays a badass, sword-fighting princess, and at one point (where she’s kissing a mediocre guy) you can see her whole back, which is lovely. she does a cute accent too. this is ranked highest in this category because she worked so hard to do the accent, ride a horse, fight with the sword, etc, but she couldn’t save this movie. Pretty decent:Latter Days - a heartwarming film about gay love! amber isn’t a huge character but she’s good.Another Harvest Moon - another heartwarming one, this time about folks in a nursing home. amber has blue hair again (what’s with her and blue hair) and it’s very sweet! The Crush - just. iconic. watch it. she’s so little and it’s just a really really good filmDust Up - a slightly weird Western horror type movie. lots of gore and drugs. she is a total badass at the end. and holds a baby! mom!amber! Desire Will Set You Free - the biggest selling point is the lesbian sex scene. i don’t super love most of the movie, probably because i’m a boring old lady who’s not involved in the berlin gay party/drug scene. but her parts are excellent and she kisses a lady!!!! and protects a beautiful trans lady! she’s so good! King of the Hill - possibly her favorite film she’s ever worked on, and one of her first. it’s really good. young Jesse Bradford is the lead character. she’s got a small part as his neighbor. she got to dance with him and kiss him! and then have a seizure on the floor. she’s very good and the film as a whole is excellent. long and slightly depressing, or maybe just bittersweet, but definitely a good one. House of Demons - this is high on the list because i literally just watched it. she’s a hippie! who time travels! and she trips on acid! she’s very pretty and angelic, and the film has a really interesting premise. definitely will watch again. The Killing Jar - oh i unabashedly love this. she’s a small-town waitress who gets held hostage at her restaurant. no spoilers but she doesn’t die, woohoo, and is a lowkey badass. add her pretty face and southern accent and it’s just great.

Amazing:Can’t Hardly Wait - ok forget the fact that she’s in it for like two seconds, i fucking love this movie, it’s so goodBye Bye Love - tiny teenage amber and eliza! ahh i love this. another heartwarming one. she has a decently big role and she’s just so cuteChance - YES. love. so much respect for amber. she wrote and produced and directed and starred and edited. and kissed james marsters. and was amazing. go watch this! it’s on youtube! she’s incredible! Lovers, Liars, and Lunatics - all of the above (minus the kissing) but better. funnier and tighter. she’s an adorable clumsy burglar. it’s excellentStrictly Sexual - ohhhhh god oh god. she’s not the most likeable character but holy fuck is she sexy. there’s just…. a lot of sex and drinking and smoking, a lot of excellent outfits, a lot of cursing, a lot of amber being to-die-for sexy and gah. plus she’s in the whole thing! as ¼ of the main cast! lots of sexy amber! Race You To the Bottom - !!!! i love this movie!!! so much!!!! she is just incredible. and it’s a good movie too! i mean again she’s not the most likeable, and neither is her love interest, but it’s okay because she’s so hot! and she’s again in the whole thing, but this time as ½ of the main cast, and therefore she gets almost ½ of the screentime and it’s so so so good7 Things To Do Before I’m 30 - MY ALL-TIME FAVORITE AMBER MOVIE. oh my god it’s just the most amazing thing i’ve ever seen. she’s so adorable through the whole thing, and she’s IN the whole thing! as the star! the lead character! the one who all the plot revolves around! !!!!! do you know how groundbreaking that is for an amber movie!!!! not to mention she looks SMOKING the whole time. i mean how many times have i reblogged the bikini scene??? watch it for that alone. you’ll start it for the bikini and then continue for the adorable love story and her character arc. oh my god just go watch this movie now

to anyone who read this whole thing… bless your heart. thank you clem for letting me yell about amber so much. i think ive spent my whole tumblr career building toward this ask. thank you thank you and i love you clem and i love you all and i love amber benson the most!!!!

(see we’ve come full circle because clem made this for me and now i’m amber hugging clem) (does that make sense)

#amber benson #masterlist #a definitive ranking of every movie amber has been in #finally #asked and answered #faithlesbihane

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years ago

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Title: Kismet {4}

Henry Cavill x Famous OFC Aliya Taylor

Warning: Plot Heavy, Slow Burn, Mild Cursing, Flirtation, LOTS OF DIALOUGE

Words: 4k

Summary: Aliya is a singer turned model turned actress. Since she was fifteen, she’s been creating her empire in the entertainment world. As the daughter of a famous fashion model/designer and Hollywood director, you’d think life is easy for her, but her past has been anything but easy. Due to past trauma, she’s forever changed and no longer trusts any man that is not in her family and a select few in her team. She’s sworn off love and serious relationships and has planned never to fall again, but love isn’t something that can be planned. It just happens when it’s meant to. Can Aliya outrun a love that seems hellbent on holding tight to her, a love that is Kismet?

If you enjoyed this please LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!! 😘 As always, thank you so much for reading. ❤️❤️

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-Aliya-

You were groggy, and you knew why. Once you got in from your impromptu date, you were so aroused you had to immediately jump into the shower. You’d hoped the water would have helped alleviate the situation, but your multi rainfall showerheads only made your body more sensitive and hungry. So after as much resisting as humanly possible (two minutes), you decided to take care of it yourself. The only problem was once wasn’t enough, twice barely took the edge off, and by the time you made it to your fourth attempt, you were minimally appeased and still thinking about the man with the captivatingly blue eyes that were as deep as the ocean itself.

Sleep was not even an option, so you snuggled in bed wrapped in his sweater that cocooned you with his scent—a scent that you already loved. When you went through your phone, you nearly rolled out of your bed when you saw the four additions he’d added to your gallery. The four selfies were perfection. The lighting was on point, and each and every one of the photos showed how gorgeous he was. He had no bad angles, the sun loved him, the night loved him, and you were sure the rain, snow, sleet, and wind would too. No man should have that amount of gorgeousness. It wasn’t fair.

After spending way too much time gawking at his pictures, you found the pictures he’d had most likely have seen. When you looked through them, you wanted to die. The pictures definitely didn’t leave much to the imagination. You wondered what he’d thought when he saw them or even if he had to do a little self-gratification when he saw them or even when he got home. For some reason, you’d wanted him to have been overcome with desire for you, even though you weren’t sure just what the hell you were doing.

As you sat at your table with your friends for brunch, you tried to ignore the flashes of cameras from the tables within sight of yours. It wasn’t something anyone ever got used to. You always felt like you had to be “on.”

“It feels like it’s been years since we talked,” Amaya whined out as she gripped yours and Alicia’s hand. She was the dramatic one.

“I know. It’s crazy how dependent we are on our cellphones,” you added.

“Leece filled me in and told me everything,” Amaya began. She dropped her jaw and bugged her eyes for emphasis.

“Everything?”

“Yep, now for you to continue,” Amaya steered.

You groaned and exaggeratedly rolled your eyes. “I’m too hungry for this,” you whined as you flipped through the menu. You were starving enough to eat the entire menu.

“Welcome to Blue Café. My name is Will. What can I get you guys?”

The waiter in a blue apron had a great smile and an even better head of curls. He definitely could have been a model.

“I want something heavy. I drank a lot last night. Hmm, the split pea soup to begin, a cheeseburger with the works except for onions and mushrooms. Very well done, please and to drink ummm, a strawberry and mint lemonade,” you listed.

“All right, and you, ladies?”

Your friends ordered as you checked your phone to find Henry calling. It was at this moment you realized he’d programmed himself into your phone even with an ID pic. He’d really gotten comfortable with it. The amusement of his boldness had you smiling to yourself.

“So?”

Amaya’s voice had you putting your phone down after dimming the screen to give them your attention.

“We had dinner,” you blandly announced.

“So, you actually stayed.”

Nodding to Alicia’s inquiry, you continued. “I did. He said if after drinks and appetizers I couldn’t stand him, then I could go.”

“I guess you could stand him,” Amaya sarcastically slid in. You knew just what she was implying.

“Guess so.”

“How’d he look?”

Your smile spread before you could stop it. “Amazing, gorgeous. I have no words for how beautiful this man is,” you practically screeched as you tried to wipe the stupid grin off your face. It was too late to, though, they’d already seen it, and you knew they were judging.

“He’s not a piece of meat, Liya,” Alicia sarcastically chastised.

“Uggh, are you sure because I’d say he’s prime grade A man steak,” you said. As soon as the words were out, your friends laughed loudly, bringing the attention of those around you. Even though you tried not to, you had to laugh as well.

“He is fine. I’ve seen his movies. God him in spandex for Superman did it for me,” Amaya confessed.

You didn’t blame her, that man in spandex would do it for any woman.

“How was the conversation?”

Practicing some etiquette, you cleared your throat and sat back. “Good. Flowing, no awkward pauses except the stares and dirty thoughts that had me sweating like a horny teenager.”

Amaya snorted then fanned herself. “It would happen to me too.”

“How was he?”

Alicia always knew how to ask the right questions. You were convinced it was her superpower. You thought back to Henry’s smile and demeanor last night, and that had you smiling. “Eh-em, he was the perfect gentleman. He opened doors, pulled out chairs, was respectful to the servers, courteous, mannerable—he was good.”

The two of them exchanged looks that said this questioning wasn’t anywhere close to finished.

“What happened after dinner?

“We went for drinks.”

“Ooh, an extended first date,” Amaya sing songed.

“Eh, this wasn't a date. It was an exchange of phones,” you clarified.

“Did you get your phone?”

“I did, after the bar. Turns out, he looked through it and saw my semi-nude,” you announced.

“Which one?”

After showing them the picture, they giggled. “Oh, the suggestive nude, nude,” Alicia joked as she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, now I’m weirded out. Not because I was pretty much naked but because he saw me pretty much naked and--.”

“—There is nothing between you now, and that makes it much harder to ignore because you want to rip his clothes off,” Alicia filled in like the mind-reading Aliya whisperer she was.

You rapidly nodded with your eyes widened; she got it. your laugh slipped out, and it made you feel like a raving lunatic. “Oh my god, this man has invaded me.”

“Sounds sexy,” Amaya said.

“It’s not,” you flatly corrected.

“It can be if you let it,” Alicia suggested.

You rolled your eyes again and fiddled with your phone. “Guys, he’s juggling two women.”

“You don’t know that,” Amya blurted out, the first to come to his defense.

“Explain two women blowing up his phone daily for a week and a half. Explain that. As a woman, I am not going to blowing up any man’s phone like that unless I’m sleeping with him.”

You looked between them and watched as they both came up with their defenses.

“That could be anything. Sisters,” Amaya suggested.

“He has no sisters, four brothers.”

“Brother’s wives?”

You narrowed your eyes and gave them the “do I look stupid” look, but they continued.

“Assistants, he is an actor,” Amaya added.

After kissing your teeth in the loudest way possible, you rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

“Ask him,” Alicia advised.

“For what? There is no reason to. We are nothing to each other,” you concluded.

The two of them sat there quietly, looking at you as if you were a bold face liar. You didn’t care. It was your truth.

“When you got home, did you touch yourself?”

Your jaw dropped as you gaped at her. “Shut up!”

“Oh my god!” Amaya’s loud ass mouth brought all the eyes. You had to cover your face as they obnoxiously laughed at you.

“Enough. We’re done rehashing this,” you grumbled.

“Wait, one last thing. During dinner, did you ever get the impression that he couldn’t wait for it to be over or that this may be all about a conquest?”

You knew what she was doing. Amaya was not as slick as she thought she was. You rolled your eyes again and sighed before you answered. “No.”

“Okay.”

That was all she came back with as if her hypothesis needed no further defense. They always ganged up on you, and it was clear where they stood in this new situation, and it wasn’t with you.

Shopping followed your brunch, but that was cut short by the paparazzi hounding you after the third store you emerged from. Someone must have dropped the tip to bring them. It was a madhouse and an immediate good time killer. The three of you had to alternate your plan for a day of fun and finished it out with a drive to Santa Monica to enjoy the boardwalk. All in all, it turned out to be a really chill day, one that you’d needed more than you knew.

By the time you got back to your house, it was nearing six. Once in front of your door, your jaw dropped seeing a jaw-dropping floral arrangement sitting there. You didn’t know who it was from, but you had your suspicions. It took some strength, but you managed to get it inside to your kitchen. With it on the counter, you just stared at it. Under the light, it was even more beautiful than outside. After admiring the display for a few moments, you pulled the card from between the leaves and petals then read it.

-Aliya,

I hope this finds you well. I had a great time last night, and it was because you trusted me enough to give me time to prove why I deserve your time. Hopefully, this is just the first of many dates.

-Henry-

What started as a straight face turned to a small smile, which led to a full-on elated, goofy grin. He was unpredictable for sure and so damn polite. Damn the British; you thought as you buried your nose in the bouquet. You moaned and inhaled the aroma of flowers that looked like they’d cost a pretty penny. He was definitely working overtime, that was for sure. The question you had now was what exactly did he want.

Sighing, you took out your phone and opened up your messages prepared to shoot him a quick thank you text. With your finger hovering over one of the letters in your keyboard, you sighed again, feeling the overwhelming urge to call instead. After putting it on speaker, you sat in the barstool and waited two rings until Henry’s deep voice filled your kitchen.

“Hello?”

Your belly did backflips.

“Hi,” you whispered.

“Hi. How are you?”

“Good.”

You were desperately trying to recover from the unexpected reaction his voice had.

“Glad to hear it. I called you earlier.”

“Uh—I must have missed it. I was catching up with some friends.”

“Okay,” he replied.

Silence fell between you as each of you waited for the other to speak.

“Um, I wanted to call and thank you,” you began.

“For what?”

“The flowers I’m looking at. They’re incredibly beautiful.”

“Do you like them? The florist said the day after flowers should be subtle and sincere rather than flashy or extravagant,” Henry explained.

You smiled wider as you checked the mental box for him being considerate.

“Well, the florist knows what she’s talking about. They are perfect; you chose well.”

“Good. I’m glad you like them.” He sounded like he was smiling as widely as you were.

“How do you know where I live?”

He paused for a few moments before he spoke. “I had your phone for twelve days. I probably know more about you than most of the world.”

Those could have been the creepiest words you’d heard in a long time, and it was like your head was trying to figure out if you should take it as a red flag or laugh.

“Have I freaked you out?”

The way he said it sounded like he was finding amusement in it. You snorted and shook your head.

“Why would you say that? Just because you went through my phone and figured out where I lived to send flowers? No, isn’t that what normal men do?”

Henry’s laugh followed your words, and it drastically did away with any awkward tension that was in the air.

“With you saying it out loud, I can see how you’d be freaked.”

“To be honest, my initial reaction was shock, and then, strangely enough, it went away like this was everyday life,” you explained.

“I’m really not trying to freak you out; I promise,” Henry pressed.

“Then what are you trying to do exactly?”

The silence returned, and you wondered if he would even answer the question.

“Right now—I’m trying to ask you to have dinner with me tonight.”

You put your head on the cold granite of your counter and sighed out.

“We just had dinner last night.”

“I’m told, based on human physiology, we actually have to eat three or more meals a day in order to sustain,” Henry explained.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Don’t shoot the messenger.”

You smiled again and rested your chin in your palms.

“Don’t you have things to do?”

“I might, but I don’t care. I’d like to have dinner with you instead.” His conviction was so damn sexy. He wasn’t shy about professing his wants.

“What if I have work to do and can’t shrug it off like you, Superman?”

“I’m sure you can if you want to. Guess that’s the question. Do you want to? I take it you’re a woman who does what she wants when she wants no matter what. I doubt scheduling conflicts could keep you away from a dinner with someone you wanted to be at dinner with. Do you want to?”

He probably did well in school with debate. He spoke beautifully and had a way with words.

“I’m going to be at Taylor’s Steakhouse in Koreatown at nine tonight. I’ll wait until nine-thirty. Hopefully, I see you there,” Henry said before he hung up.

Pressing your fingertips to your eyes, you groaned loudly. “Oh my god!”

You stared at the flowers again and toyed with the petal of one of the blush-colored roses. The debate of the night wasn’t if you wanted to go or not. It was if you should or not.

By the time you were dressed, it was close to eight forty-five. You were sitting in your closet in front of the mirror, still trying to convince yourself to go.

“It’s no big deal, Aliya. It’s food, drinks, nothing more.”

Your words sounded sure, but your face looked anything but.

“Then why did you put so much effort in if it’s no big deal?”

You sat there going back and forth with yourself like a crazy person. For every pro, you had you quickly came up with a con. It was endless. When your phone rang, you expected it to be Henry but were relieved when you saw it was your grandmother.

“Oh my goodness, Gramaw. How did you know I needed you?”

“I felt your distress. What’s wrong?”

“I have a date, but I don’t know if I should go,” you blurted out.

“Date with who?”

She sounded shocked, and you didn’t blame her. It had been years since you’d spoken to anyone about a man, let alone a date. You spent the next ten or so minutes explaining everything to her, not leaving out one bit of information. You needed her to understand the situation now and give you the best advice.

“Wow,” she uttered.

“Yep.”

“Why exactly are you debating going? It sounds like this has been decided for you.”

“Uggh! Fate. I hate fate.”

Your Gramaw laughed at you. She was one of those old souls who firmly believed in fate, destiny, and all the hoopla around it. You, on the other hand, had been disenchanted by it all.

“Why do you hate fate?”

“It’s always been hanging around me,” you whined. Again she laughed.

“Oh honey, this is the first time fate has been anywhere near you. Other times has been sheer coincidence.”

“So, you think this is fate.” You’d be lying if you said the thought hadn’t flashed across your mind. It had, but you would never admit that out loud.

“It’s not for me to say. What do you think?”

“I think this is very unwelcomed. I think I don’t have the time or the energy for this. I think I don’t want these feelings. I think—I’ve never felt anything like this. I think--e’s beautiful,” you finished with a sigh.

“What is it that you want to do?”

You groaned because if you knew the answer to that, you wouldn’t have been calling her. You cursed and dropped back onto the floor to lay there until you’d gotten your shit together.

By the time you got to Taylor’s, you were late. You were always late. The time on your phone said he would be leaving in fifteen minutes if he hadn’t just gotten fed up and left already.

“Welcome to Taylor’s I’m Kimmie. Do you have a reservation?”

“Um—well, I’m meeting someone here.”

“Okay. What’s the party’s name?”

You looked around, making sure no one was watching then leaned closer. “Henry,” you whispered.

“Ha, yes, he did mention he was expecting someone. I should have put two and two together. He’s a celebrity, and you’re a celebrity. Duh,” she rambled. You didn’t know if she was anxious, nervous, or if it was her normal thing. She cleared her throat and spoke again.

“Right this way.”

It was like she was a completely different person. You followed her through the restaurant taking note of the exits. She lead you through a set of double wooden doors that led to a whole separate side of the restaurant. This area had its lights dimmed a little lower and looked more secluded. As you approached the table, you saw him sitting near a window sipping a drink. He looked nervous; it was adorable. You couldn’t help but smile. It was then he looked your way, and the moment it sank in, you saw him release a breath as if he’d been holding it the whole time.

“Enjoy your evening,” Kimmie muttered. It was then you realized you’d been standing in front of him, not saying one word.

“You came.” He sounded surprised.

“I’m sorry, I’m late. My Gramaw called, and I got caught up in conversation.” It wasn’t a lie per se. You didn’t need to tell him she had to talk you off the ledge.

Henry stood and walked to the seat diagonal from him. “It’s okay,” Henry began pulling out the seat for you. You sat and allowed him to push it in for you. “Truth be told, I would have waited past nine-thirty,” He whispered into your ear, giving you a hint of his cologne and what he was drinking in that glass. Bourbon. As he walked back to his seat, you tried to keep your thirst under control.

“Thank you.”

“You look very fetching,” Henry added.

“Fetching? Oh, the English gentleman is shining through tonight I see.”

Henry smiled widely, showing off his perfect teeth. “I’m always a gentleman.”

“Thank you. You look very striking,” you countered. He began blushing, and that blush had a shiver rushing through you.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes.”

“Got a chill did you?” You could hear the cocky in his voice. The man had every reason to be.

“Sure did. This is pretty impressive,” you said, motioning to your surroundings.

“You’ve never been?”

“No. I don’t venture out a lot. I find four or five restaurants I like and stick with them.”

“So not so adventurous, huh,” Henry surmised.

“I’m too busy really.”

“Ah, the life of a mogul,” Henry teased.

“I am no mogul.”

“I think you are, someone important,” Henry concluded.

“Oh, I think there is more to the definition than that.”

“Maybe you’re right. What do you call yourself?”

“Aliya,” you joked.

“Cute.”

“Thanks for noticing, you teased. “I don’t think of myself the way others seem to think of me.”

“Welcome to Taylor’s. I’m Sam. I’ll be your waiter. Can I start you guys off with drinks?”

“I’m ahead of you by one, catch up,” Henry said, raising his glass.

“Um, how about a Negroni?”

“Coming up,” Sam said before he walked away.

“Another Guinness?”

“No, Bourbon,” Henry corrected. The way he said it sound so prime and proper. He sounded better than James Bond himself.

“Oh, Bourbon man too?”

“Tell me,” Henry urged as he sat back in his seat.

“Bourbon dry, hmmm. Only rich men drink it like that. Or men who come from money. They say the ice ruins the flavor of it, so they prefer to have it the way it’s intended. You’re sophisticated, fun, intelligent, and you value honesty and things right between the eyes. You don’t like games, and always know what you want. You might even be difficult and used to getting your own way and don’t know what to do when someone goes against it.”

His smile was so telling. You’d gotten it completely right.

“I do like getting my way,” he confirmed.

“I know.”

“What about you?”

“I usually get what I want. I’ve never had anyone not give me what I want,” you said. Henry laughed loudly.

“I bet.”

“What does that mean?”

“Sadly, men do not know how to go against a pretty face,” Henry clarified.

You stifled your laugh, letting out only a snort. “So that’s all you see when you look at me? A pretty face?”

The waiter came back just in time with your drinks. Henry looked speechless. He asked if you guys were ready to place your orders, but neither of you had even looked at the menu. When he left promising to be back in a little while, Henry spoke.

“I’m sorry if I offended you. I didn’t mean to.”

“I’m not offended,” you said before you sipped your drink and moaned as the flavors filled your mouth. “This is good.”

“When I look at you, I don’t see a pretty face.”

“Oh no? So my face is ugly?”

“No!” He cleared his throat, then began again. “You’re very beautiful.”

“So just a pretty face then.”

He looked so flustered you wanted to bust out laughing. The longer you continued this teasing, you knew you’d end up laughing in his face. It was cute how panicked he looked.

“Aliya, you are drop-dead gorgeous. There is no lie about that, no mistaking it or looking past it. When I look at you, I see something I’m drawn to. There is something about you, this aura. I get the sense that you’re down to Earth, kind, smarter than anyone knows and deeply a good person.”

As you sipped your drink again, you smiled on the glass. He had a way with words for sure.

“You are good under pressure.”

“Was that a test?”

You shrugged with a smile on your face. “ If it was, you passed.”

Again Henry laughed and shook his head; he didn’t look angry though.

Throughout dinner, the conversation never stopped. You talked about everything from his family to acting and the experiences you both had in the industry. The longer you talked, the more you realized you had plenty of things in common. You laughed at all his jokes, but not because you felt like you had to, he was genuinely funny. Every time he spoke, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of his mouth, which led you to look at his neck and the peeks of hair on his chest. Your fingers tingled from the want to touch. You could listen to him talk all night. It was an exciting revelation, and you were interested in what other revelations you’d have before the night was through.

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