#I gave myself Feelings and had to share them

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

“…Jamil-senpai? Is that you? Ah, I-.. I didn’t expect to see you here, but it’s good to see you again. …How have you been? Have you… gotten a chance to travel the world?”

(Romantic + assume in the context of lots of things left unsaid in the past, feelings never pursued etc., either interaction or hcs whichever’s easier! Congrats on 10k+ Raven!! 🎉🎉)

What comes after Ever After?

“Ah.”

He turns when you call his name, and it’s like cupid’s arrow has shot through your chest, tearing that tender flesh apart. It’s him alright. The boy from 10 years ago, the one you almost gave your heart to—but then didn’t.

Jamil is as viper-like as ever. His form is slim and lithe, the muscle of a dancer—and trained bodyguard—concealed behind a set of demure terracotta robes with golden stitching. Dark, glossy hair falls loose over one shoulder, feathering a swan-like neck, the rest tumbling down his back adorned with beading and bangles akin to glistening scales. The pointedness to his gaze had sharpened with age, almost like he had used a knife to draw on his eyeliner.

His face is like it was before. A mask of placidity, an unreadable emotion set in the grey of his eyes—but you catch the slight purse of his lips when he glimpses you.

“… I didn’t expect to reunite with you here myself. Hello again.” Jamil humbly lowers his head in a bow, the accessories woven into his hair clinking together. Professional, formal. “It has been many a moon.”

Too many to count.

But you know, deep down, you had counted every last one of them. The glowing white orb in the sky as it waxed into existence and waned out of it… Cycling endlessly. Many nights had been spent staring out of a window, arm draped over the sill, tracing the cut of his profile in the crevices and craters of the moon.

Sometimes, using your pointer and thumb, you'd pretend to pluck that pearl out of the sky. You imagined it as a grape. Tangible, easy to have and to hold.

So close, yet so far. Untouchable, unteachable for you. Always wondering about what could have been.

You push down the sadness welling within you, forcing your happiness.

“You look as though you have something to say.” He inclines his head, and his hair seems to spill like wine into a glass. “And here I thought I was the one being asked to share my secrets.”

“Y-You are.”

There’s a faint, melodious chuckle. It blows off the dust that coats your memories, rattling them to life.

Jamil cups a hand around his mouth and whispers. Those lips are scandalous—you feel as though a snake’s forked tongue might dart out from between them, tempting you to take a bite of some forbidden fruit.

“Then shall I steal you away and bend your ear?" His eyes cut to the ongoing reunion, the chaos of it. Students chatting loudly, music bumping, fruit punch sloshing. "I fear that this celebration, amusing as it is, isn’t the most conducive for spinning my globetrotting stories.”

"Oh...!" You lit up. "So you were able to travel?"

"Predominantly for business trips, yes--though I suppose it still counts as travel. You've yet to see it for yourself, correct?" He lays a hand over his chest, offering you the other. "There's time to spare. Let me share the whole world with you."

Your heart flutters at the sight.

Is this... what I think it is? The start of something new?

In a dream-like trance, you find yourself automatically slipping your hand into his. He's slightly cool to the touch, like how you imagine the scales of a snake to be.

The moon.

You're holding it, holding him.

Jamil smiles.

At last, he has you, too.

"And perhaps, while we're at it, you would care to regale me with stories of your own. You have me curious about what it is you've been keeping to yourself all this time."

[genderqueerdykes]

Really appreciate this blog and what it shares. Got into an arguement with someone who was a transfem TIRF (didn’t realize that was even a thing at the time lmao) and it left me feeling really upset due to the both gross ways she’d talked about trans men and the fact that she got a lot of support in the notes. So coming here and seeing in fact most people love and care about us transmascs is nice.

Won’t argue again next time I see an account like that cuz it’s kinda obvious people in those circles are prolly not getting out but yeah.

i am so sorry you had that experience. i'm glad you're advocating for yourself and choosing to not argue with that person again.

i honestly refuse to socialize with a person when i see them be that openly hateful with no attempts to change. i stopped talking to one of my old roommates after he started saying all kinds of transandrophobic shit, shitting on transmascs bodies and calling them gross because he's "gay" and could never be into vaginas or breasts. my ex (trans)gf literally fucking yelled at me for not wanting to be his friend after this. like actually fucking yelled at me numerous times. i asked her if she would be comfortable staying his friend if he was transmisogynistic toward her and told her her body was disgusting, and she said yeah of course, as if somehow that wouldn't cause her pain. nobody gave a flying fuck about how transandrophobia affects transmascs, so i said fuck all of you and stopped being their friends.

there are so many people who have gladly jumped on the rad fem train and it's so sad. that's no way to live your life. that's such a hateful ideology. rad feminism is nothing but hate. it's hate for yourself for being a woman because you equate womanhood to suffering. it's hate for other women because they're not women "right" like you are. it's hate for transmascs and trans men. it's hate for nonbinary people. it's hate for genderfluid people. it's hate for trans, nonbinary, genderqueer, genderfluid, gnc, bi, & pan lesbians. it's hate for butches who are men. for TIRFs in specific, it's hate for other trans people because they're "trans wrong". rad feminism is hatred all the way down no matter how you look at it. rad feminism will never be productive or progressive. it's about wallowing in your misery, mining for sympathy and pity, and crying about how you're powerless and defenseless instead of doing something about it. it's admitting defeat.

as a fellow transmasc, i'm just over it. i'm not gonna stew in self hatred. i had a friend who WAS transmasc who basically forced me to hate myself for being a trans man. always going on and on about how they hated certain transmascs and trans men, how they were "Whiny and entitled"... yikes dude. you can keep hating yourself over there, but i genuinely love being transmasc & a trans man. coming out as a trans man literally saved my fucking life. i was a depressed mess that hated myself before i came out. i've never loved myself more. and if someone else can't love what i love about myself? they're not worth my damn time.

i'm not here to throw transmascs under the bus just to kiss up to transfems to try to look progressive for brownie points. that shit is underhanded and dirty. we can support all trans people at once. we aren't football teams. you don't have to pit random queer identities against one another. we're on the same side. none of us are enemies. none.

thanks for taking the time to stop by! take care of yourself, i'm glad that i could help in any way. i am just OVER people forcing transmascs and trans men to hate themselves and exist solely to talk about trans women and transfems and nothing else. i am just over people making men and mascs feel like shit. it's done. it's over. i'm not participating, and neither are you. pack that shit up into a box, and throw it in the garbage. we're working together whether or not you like it. the only way we get out of this is together. our fight for liberation is NOT a crab bucket- you do NOT have to pull someone else down when you see them rise up and advocate for themselves.

[no2ticonderoga]

So, you make New Year's resolutions and say this year, I finish XYZ. Then, like two weeks later, you get a new idea and it completely derails you.

I don't know what if anything I'm going to do with this new brain worm that I've developed, so, in the spirit of sharing new AUs that seems to be going around, I'm going to inflict this on share this with you.

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1943

“C’mon!” Piper pulled at Annabeth’s arm. “Let’s go!”

Annabeth sighed and let herself be dragged across the street toward the cacophony of the USO dance hall. Swing music blared out the doors, audible over the roar of the packed crowd. 

“Piper!” Annabeth complained. Damn these shoes…she thought. She’d never liked this particular pair of heels but Piper had insisted because they matched her blue dress. “Slow down, I’m going to…” She tripped. “Oh sh…” She fell directly into something tall, and blue with gold buttons. “Oof!”

“Well, that wasn’t very lady-like,” a laughing voice said. “Are you all right, Miss?” 

Annabeth looked up at her erstwhile rescuer, his mouth quirked up at the corners, and green eyes sparkling, black hair falling over his forehead in a way that was barely regulation. “I’m sorry,” she said automatically.

“No, it’s fine,” he said. “I’m not used to women throwing themselves at me though.”

Piper backtracked to her. “Are you okay?” she asked.

“Fine,” Annabeth replied, absently, staring at the stranger. A navy officer…an ensign, according to his insignia. His hat was askew, probably knocked that way when she crashed into him. He didn’t look much older than she was. He was handsome, and he was staring at her oddly, and Annabeth blushed. 

Piper glanced between them. “Hi!” she said brightly. “I’m Piper, this is Annabeth,” she said. 

The ensign gave her a quick grin before returning his eyes to Annabeth. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss…?” he held out his hand. 

“Chase,” She said. “But, yes, I’m Annabeth.”

“I’m pleased to meet you, Annabeth Chase,” he said, taking her hand. “I’m Percy Jackson.”

“Nice to meet you,” Annabeth replied.

“Great!” Piper said brightly. “I’ll just leave you two then! Annabeth, don’t stay out all night!” Piper declared.

“Piper!” Annabeth protested, the spell broken at the realization that her friend was ruthlessly abandoning her. “What, no, wait!” But all Annabeth saw was the swirl of Piper’s retreating white and pink polka dotted party dress as she disappeared into the mob around the entrance. She turned helplessly back to Percy.

He was watching her, a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were laughing. “So, are you free this evening, Miss Annabeth Chase?” he asked. 

“I…uh,” she said. “I guess so,” she said, suddenly feeling very exposed. She felt her cheeks warm, and she broke the eye contact, ducking her head and tucking a stray curl behind her ear. 

“Well, are you really here for the dancing, or would you care to accompany me on a whirlwind tour of my favorite places in New York before I leave tomorrow?” he asked.

She looked up. “You’re leaving tomorrow?” 

“I’m afraid so,” he said. “Can’t say where, of course,” he added. “Mum’s the word and all that. But I’ve just realized that I’d much rather visit my city instead of try and squeeze myself into that mob.” He gestured to the dance hall, and then offered her his arm.

“I…” she took his arm automatically. “I don’t think I can walk all over the city in these shoes,” she said.

“Well, we’ll have to fix that,” Percy said, as he led her away from the Dance Hall.”

The next thing Annabeth knew, Percy was leading her through Macy’s to women’s shoes. 

“I don’t have money to buy shoes,” Annabeth protested.

“Don’t worry about it,” Percy assured her. “I’ve got it. I’m not going to need much cash where I’m headed.” 

“But!”

“Just trust me,” Percy said with a smile. 

“What do I do with these?” she asked, gesturing at her heels.

“I’ll carry them,” Percy offered. “I don’t mind.”

“You can’t carry them all night!” she protested.

“Then we’ll find a bus station locker and tuck them away safely,” he shrugged. “They’ll be fine.” 

Annabeth felt like she was losing control as Percy directed her to find a pair of low walking shoes, and then paid the tab. “So,” he said as they hit the street again. “Where to first?”

“Isn’t this your night?” she asked. 

“I’ve lived here all my life,” he said. “You don’t sound like you’re from around here, so you tell me, what haven’t you seen yet?” 

“I’m from Boston,” Annabeth said. “But I’ve been here three years…you could still tell?” she asked, they turned down the street.

“I can always tell,” he said, a bit smugly. “How about we start with some cheesecake from Lindy’s, and we can talk about our plan while we eat?”

And talk they did…over the cheesecake. While they strolled through Central Park. When they went to the Battery to look out at Lady Liberty, still just visible in the twilight of the evening. They talked, and they laughed, and throughout the night Annabeth found herself pressing closer and closer to him as they strolled…first arm in arm, but as the evening went on, with his arm around her shoulders. 

She felt like she was in some kind of mad dream. She had to keep reminding herself that this was it.This was all it could be. He was leaving tomorrow for who knew what. 

She told him about her studies at school, and her life in the dorms with Piper. She even shared her dream of finishing her degree (“Oh, a wise girl, I see”) and getting a job as an architect. He told her about growing up in the city, and his love of the sea, which led him to join the Navy. 

“So what do you do in the navy?” she asked, as they walked close together along Fifth Avenue. 

“I’m in minesweeping,” he said, a note of pride in his voice.

Annabeth felt herself give a shiver and was suddenly irrationally scared for him. “Isn’t that really, really dangerous?” she asked.

She felt his shrug. “It’s a job,” he said. “Volunteers only, you know.”

“You volunteered for it?” she said. “You must have seaweed for brains.” 

He laughed. “Maybe I do. But it’s a job that needs doing.”

“I hope you don’t get yourself blown up,” she commented. 

He glanced down at her. “You sound worried.”

“Well, I mean,” Annabeth replied, getting a little flustered. “I just…you…” she spluttered.

“It’s okay Wise Girl, I know your secret. I’ve got one too, so it’s all even stevens,” he said. 

“What secret is that?” she asked, her heart hammering.

“I think I’ll tell you later. How’d you like to go up to the top of the Empire State Building with me? The observation deck should still be open, and I want to see the skyline, one more time.”

“Isn’t it getting late?” she asked. She wasn’t wearing her watch with her party dress. 

“Just before 11,” he replied. “I have to be back by midnight.”

“Me too,” she said. “We have a dorm curfew.” 

“Then we’d better hurry,” he replied. 

They made it there just after 11. It was busy, with lots of servicemen and their girls. Annabeth felt very odd and strange, and out of place. Was this really happening to her? 

They stood and looked down Manhattan toward the harbor. Here and there a light blinked despite the blackout…a door opening on a ship, a porthole briefly open. One of those ships would take Percy away tomorrow. She was standing in front of him, his hands were resting lightly on her hips as they looked out over the dim city. New York didn’t have a true blackout…but the lights were dimmed on all the streets, and no lights were permitted in the upper stories, to prevent the city from silhouetting ships in the harbor. 

“So,” Percy said his voice right next to her ear. “I suppose I should have asked earlier. But is there anyone in your life?” 

“Like…a man?” she replied, voice shaking a bit.

“Yeah, like a man,” he said.

“N..No,” she answered. “I’ve never…I mean…I’m not.” She was starting to babble.

“Shhh,” Percy soothed her. “It’s okay.”

Annabeth had never felt anything like the way she felt. Her stomach felt like it was doing continuous somersaults, and her legs were like jelly. This couldn’t be happening to her. Not like this. But she had to face it. “What…what about you?” she bravely asked in return.

“Nah,” he said. “Never any time.” 

“Oh,” she said in a small voice. 

They were silent another moment. “So what was that secret you think I have?” Annabeth said finally.

“Oh, that?” Percy chuckled. “That’s easy.” He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “You like me.”

She turned in his arms and was facing him. “I do?” she asked, trying for challenging, but her heart was hammering so hard, she was sure it came out more like a plea. 

“Yeah, Wise Girl. But that’s okay,” he said, and he reached a hand up to brush her cheek. She felt her pulse jump in her throat as he did so. “Because I like you too.”

And then he leaned in and kissed her. Annabeth had never been kissed before, and she was absolutely lost in the taste of his lips, the smell of his aftershave, the sharp smell of his freshly issued uniform jacket. She put her arms around his neck, and his hands tightened on her waist, drawing her closer to him. 

Annabeth couldn’t have told anyone how long they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, but she knew she was breathless when they broke apart. 

“Wow,” Percy breathed, eyes wide, looking as shocked as she felt. 

It made Annabeth laugh a little, tension flowing out of her. Some part of her had worried that she was being played by some kind of Don Juan, an experienced seducer. But the wildness around his eyes couldn’t be faked.  “Wow,” she agreed.

“Annabeth, I…” Percy licked his lips. “Can I write to you?” 

“Yes,” Annabeth said. “I would love that.”

“I’ll write you once I get where I’m going,” he promised. “So you can write back.” 

“Okay,” she breathed, and then she kissed him again.

Eventually, they had to go…Percy insisted on walking her back to her dorm, even though his consequences for being late were bound to be worse than his own. 

Annabeth felt tears pricking her eyes as she kissed him one last time on the sidewalk. “Goodbye, Percy,” she said, when they broke apart. 

“See you soon, Wise Girl,” Percy said, reluctantly releasing her hand. 

“Stay safe, Seaweed Brain,” she told him. 

He gave her that lopsided grin that made her heart flip. “I’ll be fine. You wait here, I’ll be back before you know it.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“It’s a deal,” he said. 

He turned and started down the street. Annabeth stood on the steps of the dormitory and watched him go. He turned the corner.

It was the last time she saw him.

[moodycowplant]

Between Distance and Desire - Walls Come Crashing Down.

They wandered the streets of Britechester long into the evening, until darkness settled in and the street lights flickered on, casting a warm, golden glow over the stone paths.

The city felt more alive at night, cozy and inviting, as if welcoming them back.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, drifting from music and favorite artists to art and literature.

Lana gushed about her love for sitcoms—an obsession that Conrad didn’t exactly share but tolerated with amusement. He wanted to know her, all of her, quirks included.

By the time they returned to the dorm, the building was nearly empty.

Most students were still away on break, and the few who remained were either buried in work or already asleep.

The dim lights created long shadows, the glass ceiling above adding to the atmosphere, making it feel almost like they had stepped into an ancient castle.

Conrad walked her to her room, exchanging lingering glances and light brushes of fingertips.

“I had an amazing time tonight,” Conrad admitted, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. His lips curled into a teasing smile. “Even if I still don’t understand your sitcom obsession.”

Lana gasped in mock offense. “Obsession? It’s called appreciation.”

He chuckled. “I just don’t get how you can rewatch the same thing a million times.”

“Because it’s comforting! And funny!” she argued, playfully crossing her arms.

Conrad shook his head, smirking. “I guess I’ll have to see for myself then. You know, for research purposes.”

Lana’s eyes lit up. “You really should! And I’ll rewatch with you—it’ll be a completely different experience if we do it together.”

CW: May contain scenes suitable for individuals 18+, light NSFW.

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Slight pause. Something shifted in the air between them. The lightness of their conversation gave way to an unspoken charge, a tension that made her breath hitch.

Lana didn’t think—she just acted. Impulsively, she leaned in and kissed him.

The kiss started slow, thorough, exploring. He let out a breathy sigh against her lips, then deepened it, losing his control, as he pulled her closer.

She clung to him as if she could melt into his warmth, his touch setting every nerve in her body on fire.

She barely noticed when her fingers found the doorknob, twisting it open. They moved together, never breaking apart, stepping inside as the door clicked shut behind them.

But then, just as things began to spiral, Conrad suddenly pulled away. His breath was ragged, his forehead pressing against hers as he fought to regain control.

“Shit,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “I—Lana, I’m sorry. I lost control. That’s not fair to you.”

He took a step back, putting distance between them, as if he was afraid of himself. “I was the one who said we should take things slow, and here I am, acting like—”

“Like you missed me?” she said watching the way his shoulders tensed, how he refused to meet her gaze.

She stepped forward, gently touching his arm. “Hey,” she murmured, tilting her head to try and catch his eyes. “Don’t do that. Don’t pull away from me.”

He hesitated, his jaw tightening. “Lana, I don’t want to mess this up.”

“You won’t.” She reached up, brushing her fingers against his cheek. “Do you know what I want?” she whispered.

His eyes darkened as he studied her face, his finger gently tilting her chin upward.

“Tell me,” he murmured, in low almost pleading voice.

“I want YOU.” She said in a voice barely above a whisper. “I need YOU, Conrad.”

A quiet groan escaped his lips as he pulled her into another kiss, this time with no restraint.

He lifted her effortlessly, his grip firm yet careful, as if she was something precious.

“What are you doing to me, Alanya Snow?” he murmured against her lips.

She smiled. “Showing you how much I need you. How much I missed you.”

Conrad exhaled deeply, pressing his forehead to her. “You make me feel… like I’m losing myself in you,” he admitted. “And it scares me. I’ve never let anyone emotionally close like this before.”

“Maybe you’re not losing yourself,” she said gently. “Maybe you’re finally finding the part of you that’s been locked away behind the stone cold wall.”

His eyes flickered with something raw, something vulnerable. Slowly, he pulled her against him, holding her in a way that felt more like an embrace than just desire.

“I can’t put those walls back up,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Not with you. I don’t want to.”

Lana turned in his embrace, cupping his face between her hands. “And you don’t have to,” she murmured, brushing her lips softly against his.

He closed his eyes for a brief moment, as if letting the words sink in, before meeting her gaze once more.

“I think I’m falling for you, Lana.” His voice carried the weight of an unspoken fear.

A warmth spread through her chest from his words.

“I feel the same way,” she confessed. “And I’m not scared.”

His lips curled into the smallest of smiles. “Of course you’re not.”

She kissed him again—slowly, reassuringly. The passion between them ignited once more, and this time, neither of them pulled away.

Their hands moved instinctively, exploring, memorizing, savoring.

Piece by piece, their clothes fell away, each touch was deliberate, each moment stretching, as they surrendered to the intimacy between them.

Conrad was careful, attentive, making sure she was comfortable, making sure she enjoyed this as much as he did.

And she did.

The moment was everything—vulnerable, raw, passionate.

A culmination of unspoken longing, of patience rewarded. Something that, in the end, was worth waiting for.

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[simprocklies]

Simprock lies.

I've been watching this situation and I can't just sit by and do nothing anymore. I'm still too afraid to out myself because the recent stuff is really scary and shows the kind of things these people will do to you if you disagree with them. This is seriously scary psychotic behavior and I can't not say anything anymore. These people need to be stopped. Please don't support them.

These people posted a 470 page document calling someone out and it's extremely alarming. This document is way too long and organized to have been something they made in response to someone asking for evidence, which happened only a few days ago. It really feels like something they've had for a long time and have been planning to do. It also includes a lot of information from private places that these people aren't in, which means that they've been planting spies for a long time and stalking their victim for a long time to get all of their "evidence".

The person Simprock is going after isn't the only person they've hurt. In October, they kicked myself and around 100 other people who they decided weren't good enough. They could've made a new server for themselves, but they didn't care how the rest of us felt and gave some dumb excuse about how they couldn't delete the server because of NDA reasons. What NDA? They have a rule about never inviting Pathea staff and there wasn't even a valid official NDA for Sandrock. I'm sharing someone else's screenshot about the thing they put out explaining why they did it because it was already shared and I don't want to out myself.

This caused a lot of people to leave the entire fandom and myself and a lot of others really distrusted communities after this.

I've seen firsthand these people's actions. The same person who posted that thing also joined a server that the person they and their friends are harassing just to spy on them and to find ways to twist up their words. They accidentally slipped up once.

Yesterday, this new guy on what looks to be a sock puppet account suddenly appears in the server like literally before the Simprock people posted their 470 page document and only participated by supporting the harassers and twisting the situation.

These people have been harassing Snowy on all kinds of places, here's something from an official Pathea mod saying so.

Here's these people telling others not to participate in a zine that Snowy is involved in.

You can see that one of the Simprock people, the one pretending to be innocent and asking to be left alone, liking this post.

These are things I thought of now, there's a lot more but I'm not like these psychos who plan long extended things. I'm also afraid of talking about my own experiences because I don't want them to come after me like they're doing with Snowy. Please don't fall for these people's lies.

They're continuing a harassment situation going and as far as I can see, Snowy only talks about it in private places and only because the Simprock people won't stop trying to chase them out of the fandom, but apparently this isn't enough and they won't stop until they've chased them out of the fandom.

I'm really scared about what these people would do to me and my friends. My friends told me not to say anything but I can't because I totally see this totally happening to me and others and these people need to be stopped. A while ago another artist attempted to unalive themself because of fandom harassment and it's very possible that a lot of the same people behind that are behind this too. Simprock people are psychotic and dangerous. Please be careful.

Please think about how they got the information they posted and that a lot of it is probably faked.

[writingwhimsey]

Becoming Comtesse Ch. 11

Chapter 11

Abel and I had been on our honeymoon at the Chateau for a week. We spent leisurely days together. I had started to grow accustomed to sleeping in his arms. Today we were having a picnic by the nearby lake.

Abel wore just his trousers and his button-down shirt, with the top few buttons undone. I was wearing a simple white cotton off the shoulder dress with yellow flowers. I had on a wide-brimmed hat to help keep the sun off of my shoulders. There was a light breeze. It was a perfect day.

We were just enjoying the beautiful day together. It was peaceful…and I found myself smiling. “That is the loveliest smile, ma cherie.” Abel said to me, reaching a hand over to brush a lock of my hair back and tuck it behind my ear. “You are so beautiful like this.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Relaxed and happy.” He answered.

I felt my cheeks flushing. “Well…I do find spending time with you makes me feel those things.”

His own smile brightened. “I am glad to hear that.” He said. “Of course you also look quite relaxed and happy when you’re asleep in my arms.”

I flushed further and looked away. “You…”

“Can a man not be happy that his wife feels so comfortable with him?”

“I suppose he can.” I replied.

Abel chuckled. “I do have something for you.” He said, reaching into the picnic basket.

“Another gift?” I asked in disbelief.

“This one is special.” He replied. He then pulled out a leather bound journal and handed it to me. “For you to write in again.”

I looked at the book, opening it up to see the blank parchment. “You…”

He lifted a hand to caress my cheek. “I want to support you in whatever you do.”

I felt so happy at the sincerity of his words and the earnestness of his gift. It was so sweet and so thoughtful. “Thank you.” I told him leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

His eyes widened in surprise a moment before he broke out into a wide happy smile. “Perhaps I should buy you a library of blank journals, if I can receive a kiss for each one.”

“You don’t have to buy me anything…really.” I told him, looking into his eyes. I felt as though I could get lost in those golden depths.

“You can’t blame me, ma cherie for having such thoughts.” He teased.

“What if I told you…you didn’t have to do anything other than ask?”

His hand cupped my cheek once more. “May I kiss you, Colette?”

“Oui.” 

His lips were on mine. The kiss started gentle, just a brush of the lips, much like the kiss he gave me on our wedding day. Yet it soon turned deeper, lips opening and moving together. I could feel my heart picking up its pace. Soon his tongue prodded at my lips before slipping past them, tracing the inside of my mouth.

I found myself thankful we were sitting because I knew my knees would be giving out on me. My entire body tingled from the kiss. I felt hyper aware of every move of his lips against mine. The way his tongue caressed mine.

We were both panting and breathless by the time we broke the kiss. “Forgive me…ma cherie…I got a little carried…away…” He said, giving me a sheepish look.

I shook my head. “I do not…forgive you…because there’s nothing to forgive.” 

His breath seemed to catch for a moment and his eyes darkened a bit. “When you say things like that, ma cherie…it truly tests my control.”

My breath hitched in my throat. Images of our bodies entwining flashed through my mind, my body flushing at the thought of it. We had grown closer over this last week. I enjoyed our time together. I enjoyed his every touch…and I had very much enjoyed that kiss just now. Was I ready for more?

“May I kiss you again?” Abel asked, his eyes staring into mine.

I didn’t answer. Instead I just pressed my lips to his. He reacted instantly, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me close. I still wasn’t sure if I was ready to completely share myself with him…but I was more than happy to indulge in these kisses.

Inside the chateau…

Amelie came into the kitchen, a frown on her face. “This isn’t right, Bernard.”

“Mon coeur, what are you talking about?” Bernard asked his wife.

“Le Comte and the Comtesse.” She hissed. “I just saw them by the lake in a rather impassioned embrace.”

“They are married, I believe a passionate embrace is normal for married couples.” Bernard pointed out.

“You know what he is.” She hissed at him.

“Yes and I’ve never seen him harm anyone.” Bernard said.

“It is not natural, Bernard.” She gestured to the cupboard where the rouge and blanc were kept. “You know what is in that cabinet.”

“Yes. And I know how it is retrieved. No one is harmed. It is all voluntary.” Bernard reminded her. “And the blanc comes from a plant.”

“I’ve noticed that as they grow closer, he consumes more.” Amelie said. “What do you think that means?”

“It means he is thirsty.”

“Yes. He must want to drain her.”

“Amelie, le Comte has not hurt anyone. Has he not always been in control of himself? Has he not always provided well for everyone?” Bernard pointed out. “When you cut yourself that one time, he didn’t even react. He even treated your wound.”

Amelie huffed. “I still don’t like it.”

“I’ve seen the way he looks at her. He would sooner cut off his own arm than harm the Comtesse.” Bernard told his wife.

“How do you know?”

“Because that is the way I look at you, mon coeur.” 

Amelie’s dark eyes softened a bit. “Do you think she knows?”

“I…don’t know.” He answered honestly.

She sighed. “I don’t think she does. Else she would be afraid and run far away.”

“Or she might know exactly and love him regardless.” Bernard said. “Either way, it is not our business. Nor is it reason to worry as le Comte has no ill intentions for her.”

Amelie huffed. “I will keep silent…for now. But if I think she is in danger, I will tell her.” She then turned to head back out to finish doing some cleaning.

Later that night…

Abel and I were sitting at the table, having dinner together. I was using my knife to cut my food when my hand slipped. “Ouch…”

Abel was instantly on alert. “Ma Cherie…”

I grabbed my napkin and pressed it to the small gash in my hand. “I’ll be alright…”

Abel took my hand in his. His golden eyes seemed to be transfixed on the red coming from my hand. “That definitely looks like it hurts.” He murmured. “Allow me to take care of you, ma cherie.”

“It’s a small cut. It’s not even bleeding that badly.” I said, not wanting him to worry or fuss over me. I could just take care of it.

His eyes remained locked on my cut hand. Slowly he lifted my hand, bringing it to his lips, which parted and took the bleeding cut in between them. I felt a shiver run through me as his tongue snaked out and raked over the cut.

My eyes were locked on the way his lips were wrapped around the cut on my hand. The way his tongue moved sent shiver and shiver through me. And something stirred deep within me….all the while something pricked at the back of my memory as the strangest feeling of deja vu washed over me.

“Abel…” I said, my voice sounding surprisingly sultry to my own ears.

He looked up at me then and slowly released my hand from his mouth. He grabbed the napkin and pressed it to the wound once more. “I apologize…I was just trying to stop the bleeding…” He murmured.

“I…it’s alright…”

We rose from the table and headed to properly clean and bandage my hand. Through the process, I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he had licked my wound, nor the way it had made me feel. Even as his hands now moved to bandage me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that…I didn’t mind it all…nor that this was something that hadn’t happened before.

“Are you alright, ma cherie?” He asked me.

“Yes.” I answered. “I just…have the strangest feeling of deja vu. Silly, I know.”

“I don’t think it’s silly.” Abel replied as he finished tying the bandage on my hand.

Just then, Amelie was coming into the room, carrying the dishes from dinner. “Oh, is everything alright?” She asked, looking at us in concern.

“Everything is fine.” I answered. “I just had a little accident at dinner.” I held up my bandaged hand.

Amelie looked toward Abel. “And you were bandaging her wound?”

“Yes. I wanted to take care of my dear wife.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I see.”

“You know, it’s getting late and I’m getting tired.” I said. “I think I’ll go take a bath and get ready for bed.”

Abel kissed me on top of the head. “If that is what you wish, ma cherie.”

I nodded and gave him a peck on the cheek before heading upstairs. I drew myself a bath and stripped down and climbed inside the tub. I sank back into the warm waters, trying to relax myself…though perhaps I should have gotten into cold water after the way I now felt.

I let out a sigh as I leaned back and closed my eyes. As I began to relax, I felt myself being drawn into my own mind, wondering why I had felt deja vu while Abel was…licking my cut. It was then a flash image came to my mind.

A pink tongue licking a stripe across my cut palm. Golden eyes staring into mine. Something warm and dark stirring within me. It was then I saw Abel’s face staring at me as he licked my palm…but we weren’t in the dining room of the chateau…we were in the kitchen of my childhood home.

I sat up in the rub, my eyes popping open. “Could…could that have actually happened?” I muttered to myself. “Could that…have not been a dream?”

I sat there in the tub, playing that image in my mind over and over again. I then shook my head. “That’s…that’s madness.” I told myself. “I…I’m probably just confusing my dream with what happened downstairs because they were so similar. My mind probably just put his face there just now so that I could make the connection.”

There was a knock on the door then and Amelie was coming in, carrying some towels. “Are you alright, Comtesse?” She asked me.

“Yes.” I answered.

She then looked at me, concern in her eyes.

“It was just a small cut, I promise. Nothing to worry about.” I told her.

“Did anything..strange happen with le Comte when it did happen?” She asked.

“Strange?” I asked.

“You should be careful, Comtesse.”

“Why would you say that?” I asked her.

Amelie looked around. “Bernard thinks I shouldn’t say anything…but I can’t not tell you. You should know.”

“Know what?” I asked.

“Comte…he is a creature of the night…a vampire.”

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[crowsofdarkness]

Vaz Prizrak: Chapter Fourteen

-gif not mine. credit to owner-

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader.

Content Warnings: language, 18 + implied smut, angst, fluff, violence, mentions of losing a pregnancy, thoughts of taking one's life, an attempt to take one's life. I will give another warning when that chapter is posted.

Summary: Bucky and Reader have been in their own solace while in Wakanda for years. They were finally happy to create the life they wanted and deserved. That was until a new foe came along to dust it all away.

Authors Note: This takes place during Infinity War and Endgame! If you haven't yet, please read Soldat and Dorogaya beforehand.

Tags: @globetrotter28 @sakuracyberhex @chinggay85-blog @bookofriverr @misatxox @that-blonde-girl @cats-chaotic-mind @wintrsoldrluvr @sebastians-love @pumpkin-babydoll @ordelixx @starfly-nicole @j23r23 @baw1066 @capswife

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“Will you stop it,” I smacked Tony's hand from my face. 

“I don’t understand how you’re alive right now,” He pondered. 

My eyebrows rose at him. “Super healing, remember?” 

“Actually the bullet grazed her head, she’s very lucky to be alive,” Bruce said as he entered the room. 

I still was located in the medical bay of the compound, only waking a few hours ago. Bruce had mentioned that he wanted to keep an eye on me before allowing me back on my feet; even if I healed fast or not. 

From what Bruce had told me is that the bullet in fact only grazed the side of my head but if Steve hadn’t pulled me from the lake, I would have drowned. 

“I still think it’s cool if we tell people that I healed over the bullet but whatever,” I joked with a shrug. 

It was weird. After my almost death experience and that dream of Bucky before waking, I had become my old self again. Joking around with my friends and feeling a sense of happiness fill my veins.

Bruce and Tony shared a chuckle. 

“Is she going to be ready? Just because you tried to end it doesn’t mean we're stopping our plan. We bring everyone back in-,” Tony looked at his watch briefly, “-T-minus two hours.” 

“I’ll be ready,” I nodded afrimly. 

“You need to rest.” 

We all looked into the doorway of the room and Steve leaned against the wooden frame, arms crossed over his chest. 

After I had awoken, Steve had told me that I had been asleep for almost twenty four hours. They all thought I wouldn’t wake up. Steve was more worried than anyone. 

“Let’s give them a minute,” Bruce mentioned to Tony. 

Once we were alone, I patted the empty spot at the end of the hospital bed. 

“I think we need to talk,” I said. 

He nodded. “Only if you’re up for it.” 

I pulled my legs to my chest while sitting up. “I’m sorry for everything I put you through, Steve. It was wrong of me to do that in front of you. And it was so fucking wrong to use you like that.”

“You didn’t use me, Y/N,” Steve said while squeezing my thigh. 

“Didn’t I? I used you for sex hoping to feel something. It’s disgusting,” I scolded myself. 

Steve gave a slight shrug. “It wasn’t that bad.” 

I couldn’t help the giggle that fell through my lips. 

“No it wasn't,” I admitted, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks remembering us together, “But I shouldn’t have done that to you. I’m a terrible person.” 

I tried to look away from him but he wouldn’t allow it, lifting my chin oh so gently to look into his eyes. 

“You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met, Y/N. I don’t think of you any less or love you any less for what happened,” Steve avowed. 

A smile played at my lips. 

“I love you too, Steve. Even though our night together was amazing, I can’t do that to Bucky; not again,” I admitted. 

Steve nodded with a sad sigh. “I know. It’s always been hard to compete against him.” 

“Hey,” I spoke while grabbing his hand. “You two are not competing against each other for me. I love you both but with Bucky, it’s more than what I feel with you. It’s because of our past together and what we’ve been through. We were both there for each other through one of the roughest parts of our lives.” 

“Bucky always had been a great guy. He’s lucky to have you,” Steve stated. 

“Promise me something?” 

When he nodded, I continued. “Promise that you won’t let how you feel about me stop you from finding love? Don’t let what happened with you and Peggy happen with us.”

“Only if you promise me something?” 

It was my turn to nod.  

“Promise that you’ll have a room for me when you fix up your house?” Steve smiled with his demand. 

“Deal.” 

My lips reached my eyes with how big I was smiling. We chatted for a while, just the two of us like how it used to be; back in our Shield days together. There wasn’t any awkwardness or fear of hurting the others feelings for what we had decided. 

Steve was the only closest person I had left in my life and I was incredibly grateful that he had chosen to stay alongside me even if I had decided Bucky will forever be the one for me. 

“You know, when this is all done, we should give Natasha a funeral. Even if we don’t have her body, she still deserves it.” I voiced my thoughts to Steve. 

With a quick kiss to the top of my head and a squeeze to my shoulder, he agreed. 

“Hey guys.” 

Both of our attention turned towards the doorway of the room and saw Tony peek his head in. 

“It’s ready,” He announced. 

Steve and I looked at one another before he nodded. “We’ll be there in a minute.” 

“Do you need help walking to your room?” Steve asked once he saw me pulling out my I.V’s. 

I wanted nothing more than to change out of this medical gown and into my tactical suit. 

“Nope. Meet you down there?” 

Steve agreed with a nod. 

With my hands clenched tightly around the necklace Bucky gifted me for my birthday, I listened as the men of my team fought on who would wear the gauntlet. 

“I’m the strongest avenger. I will be the one to do it,” Thor stated. 

Tony quickly shook his head. “It’s not only that the glove is channeling enough energy to blow up an entire continent, you’re in no condition.”

“What do you think I have coursing through my veins right now?” Thor chuckled. 

“Beer and cheese wiz?” Rhodey suggested.

My boot stomped loudly on the ground, letting the others know how annoyed I was with this petty argument of who’s metaphorical dick was bigger. 

“Jesus, will someone just decide already?!” I snapped getting impatient. 

The gauntlet with all of the infinity stones sat neatly on it’s pedestal in front of all of us, teasing us with the mere thought that we were seconds away from bringing everyone back. And these idiots couldn’t stop fighting on who was going to wear it. 

Steve gave me a disapproving look and immediately I apologized with a shrug.

“We’re so close so sue me for getting impatient.”

“Someone wants to see her lover boy,” Tony wiggled his eyebrows at me. 

“Damn right I do,” I couldn’t help the excitement I felt. 

Before I saw the gauntlet, I had so many doubts that this would actually work; that we would actually be able to retrieve all of the stones and create our own gauntlet. 

I was tired of dancing with Bucky’s ghost in my dreams. I needed to feel his warm embrace around me again. 

There was a lingering thought in all of our minds, however, one that we were all very afraid to ask out loud. 

“Will this bring her back?” 

My attention turned towards Clint and even though he didn't utter her name, I knew he was wondering about Natasha. 

Sadly, I shook my head. “No. What we went through on Vomir can’t be undone. I’m sorry, Clint. She’s not coming back.” 

I swallowed the large lump in my throat to hold back the tears. 

“So we need to do this right; for her,” Bruce suggested. 

We all nodded in agreement. 

“Which is why I need to be the one to wear it,” Bruce continued speaking. “We all saw what it did to Thanos, it almost killed him. None of you could survive.”

The decision was made and final; since Bruce was mostly made up of gamma, he would be the one to make the snap. 

“Remember, bring back everyone who got dusted five years ago to now, today. Don’t change anything from the last five years,” I reminded him. 

“Got it,” he nodded. 

Steve pulled me close to him and slid his mask over his eyes which caused me to place Bucky’s old mask over my own face. Flames sparked to live, creating a shield to protect Steve and I from whatever aftermath would occur from Bruce’s snap. Everyone else protected themselves in their own way. 

“He’s coming home,” Steve nodded towards me. 

Bruce yelled out in pain as the gauntlet came to live, the sparks causing my eyes to sparkle in awe. In one fast snap, he fell to the ground in pain and we all saw his right arm burned and bloody; an aftermath caused by his snap. 

Steve, Tony, and Thor all crowded around Bruce, wondering if he was alright. Scott and Clint had ventured off to the other end of the room, muttering something to themselves, something that we couldn’t hear.

“Did it work?” I asked everyone. “How do we know if it worked?” 

They looked at me, smiles wide on Clint and Scott’s faces, but I couldn’t ask why they were so ecstatic. I then realized that we were missing someone who had been on this mission from the get go.

“Where’s the robot?” I asked.

A thunderous boom shook the building and our bodies to the core as fire rained down upon us, encasing us in debris and darkness. 

[georgeharrisonlover]

If I Fell | Part 3

Summary: Getting to know more about George, you get to know about the others. George invites you to the studio, where they are recording "Please Please Me"

Liverpool 63'

Quick Fluff

Words: 939

George Harrison x Reader

It's been a few weeks, and George and I have been going out for a while. I met his parents, his mother is such a sweet lady. I have gotten to know more of the boys, specifically the “Beatles”.

I found out that John had a wife, and they were expecting a baby soon. The thought that came to my mind was how Cynthia deals with him, I know I couldn't. 

Paul had a girlfriend, but I think that was over. He now seemed to be talking to this girl, named Jane Asher. And well with Ringo, he was talking to Maureen. I knew her a little from going to the cavern more to support George. All the ladies were wonderful.

 It's now February 11, 1963. The day the Beatles were planning to record their first album “Please Please Me”. George had invited me to come and see them record with the rest of the girls. I couldn't wait to see Maureen and Cynthia. I wasn't sure if Paul was gonna bring anyone.

Arriving at the EMI studios, I spotted both Maureen and Cynthia there waiting for me. I tried to run with the heels, but I was too scared to trip and fall.

 “Hey Y/n,” said both the girls as they waved their hands.

“Hey girls, Where are the boys?” I questioned. 

“Well they are inside preparing to record. We decided to wait for you,” said Cynthia. Cynthia reminded me as an older sister and Maureen as the youngest.

“Well what are we waiting for, let's get in, It's getting colder,” I said, giving fake shivers. Both of them chuckled as we were entering the studio. 

…

 As I was removing my coat, I felt arms wrap around my waist. I turned my head to see George. 

“Hey George!” I say giving a little kiss on his cheek. 

”Hello Lovely, how was your day?” said George.

“It was great and it's getting better right now.” you said smiling.

He let go of me to drop all of my things and gave him the biggest hug. As I do, I feel someone take a quick snap of me and George being massively in love. It was Ringo. 

Me and George didn't mind it. We hoped that they would give us the picture whenever they could. I finally released George from our hug. 

“Well you better get going,” I said

 “Yeah, I guess,” he said, a little saddened. 

I gather myself up and meet up with the girls. We were sitting in the corner of the room and told not to make a little peak, which none of us did. 

A few hours in, we ladies were tired, and couldn't believe the boys weren't. Since Cynthia was pregnant she left a little early, which John did not mind. She was already in her third trimester. Me and Maureen helped her go home and went to my apartment.

The boys seemed hungry, and the rest there were too, so I and Maureen decided to cook something simple and take it to them. Fish and Chips. It took a while but we made enough for everyone.

…

Finally, we arrived at the studio and entered the doors. George saw me and ran. Trying to help me and Maureen with the food. 

“Thank you, Sweetheart!” I said. 

“No problem Darling!’ said George.

Finally, George places the food on the table, I pass the food around to everyone. Everyone appreciated the homemade food. Maureen and I grabbed the leftovers and shared it. It took a while for everyone to finish, but after they continued wrapping up the album. 

I decided to pack extra so it could distract me. I brought my knitting supply. I was planning to make a blanket for the upcoming baby boy to the Beatles.

 A while passed and finally they finished the album. Me and Maureen were getting tired of being here. We wanted to support the boys but man it was just so long.

I was grabbing everything of mine, finally putting my coat on, I felt George helping me. He was so busy today that I knew he wanted to go home and sleep.

I quickly went to everyone and said goodbye. I wanted to save the best for last, Maureen and John. 

“It was a wonderful day with you Maureen, thank you for helping me!” I said to her,

 “It was very much Y/N, There is no need for a thank you!” she said. We hugged and I went to John. 

“Hey John, when you get home, tell Cynthia, I'll call her tomorrow morning for our baby shopping spree!” I said to John.

“Okay I will, be safe,” he said.

 “I will, you too!” hugging him and leaving.

Me and George left the studio and into my car. We headed back home to my apartment. George moved in a week ago. He's a very calm person to live with. He's very Clean for a man like him. 

…

Walking to the apartment, George had his head on your shoulder, It expressed the exhaustion of the day he had. Finally opening the door, I dropped everything in my arms gently, and went to my room to quickly change your PJ and so did George. Then we lay under the sheets, George was holding me in his arms, and we both felt the warmth and love there. We didn't need to exchange words as much. We understood each other's silence.

 “Goodnight Love, sweet dream,” said George.

 “Goodnight sweetheart, I love you,” I said 

“I Love you too,” he said.

 Those were the last words I heard before I slept.

This is possibly my last part for the "If I fell" series, even though it was three freaking parts. Hope you guys enjoyed it!! Have a goodnight or good morning!! :)

[setmeatopthepyre]

thinking about the capsized cruise ship, a world upside down and uninhabitable, with doomed loved ones trapped within it. how it's cut off from the land of the living by a vast body of water. thinking about the prophetess Cassandra firefighter Hen Wilson, who took matters into her own hands when her warnings of impending disaster went ignored by those in charge

thinking about one ferryman helicopter pilot Tommy Kinard, bending the rules to safely guide mortals LAFD through a storm and across the deep dark depths to cross into the realms of the dead foreign waters so that they may attempt to retrieve their loved ones from the underworld upside-down cruise ship

thinking about Athena goddess of war and wisdom who aided heroes on their journeys and once bested Poseidon Grant shooting an illuminating light from a weapon flare into the sky in a last attempt to guide rescue towards their position and save them all from the ocean's grasp

thinking about Bobby being pulled up from the depths of what could have been his grave by Buck and Eddie. thinking about Bobby and Athena, two lovers just escaped from the underworld cruise ship, reuniting in the light of day in a world turned right-side-up again, back in the land of the living with all those who love them

(thinking of Buck finding himself, later, in a different kind of storm emotional turmoil, only for the clouds to part and reveal our ferryman pilot Tommy ready to help Buck cross into this newer, more complete version of himself)

[itspileofgoodthings]

ALSO I am learning how to teach very introverted students, something my natural skillset as a teacher does not help me with.

[mistyycowoa]

Confessing my sins to the internet because my irl friends don't know my tumblr

I'm actually a horrible friend and I don't plan to change :)

I'll be a good friend to anyone I actually like and I usually don't associate with people who I don't like, but sometimes there will be an occasional lonely (usually annoying) kid that follows me around. (They're lonely for a reason.) I kinda hate people who are loud literally all the time but I can hold my tongue and this kinda person just doesn't leave because they're not being told directly to leave.

What do I do? I talk to them only when I need them, I make unnecessarily mean comments as a joke, I point out their obvious flaws that I know they have a hard time changing, and all while they still follow me around like I'm not kinda bullying them.

Sometimes I'll treat them like an actual friend when I'm in a good mood, but if I'm not, then the unfortunate victim becomes my emotional punching bag. (I have ways to quickly fix my mood and this is completely unnecessary and I could distance myself until I feel better like how I do with actual friends.) I think this is like. Breadcrumbing? Anyways yeah, toxic shit.

If any of your "friends" treat you like this, they don't see you as a friend. If they leave you doubting if they like you or not, leave you doubting if you're actually friends, they probably don't see you as a friend. (because that's the case for me :3 )

I'm a horrible human being and I don't feel nearly as bad as I should about it :)

[kashilascorner]

Is it normal to feel some kind of boundary has been violated when someone over shares with you

[princessmyriad]

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[nobodybetterlookatme]

Okay time for me to 🥰 in the tags real quick lmao

[sleepless-crows]

i saw my science teacher from 5th grade omg i never thought id see her again

[medicinemane]

It's amazing how quickly you can make someone turn on your company by making a stupid and insulting move

Force me to go through the front door and scan my card when I have backdoor business that never needed a card before (what? ...I was going to somehow... sneak in and... purchase things with a borrowed card? ...which I totally can't do from the front door after scanning it?)

Or like... twitterify your layout right after your users give you a bunch of money just cause they like you, and then refuse to walk it back

...or all the other things companies do that just kinda piss people off and then they refuse to acknowledge maybe it sucks and is stupid cause "hey, the customers didn't leave"... yeah... yet