#I made this one over a month ago at this point

[acornsinmypocket]

This is really not just US thing. Almost two years ago when Israel was still dealing with just the extreme-fascist-right taking over the office I worked at was two streets away from one of the most active highway intersections for protests. I went to all the mid-day protests (and got full support from the workplace! The company owner actually closed the office on a couple more active days and made it quietly clear he won't count time off if it happened to co-inside with major protests.) but at some point work just had to be done... So there I sit, modeling some mechanism on my computer as I listen to the world burning outside the window. We'd join groups blocking the road and duck police horses over lunch break then go back to sending emails about the standard length of wood screw. And I honestly thought is would be the most surreal experience of my life, until the fucking war started. And the world finally relented and stopped for a couple weeks... but then it was a month in. People had groceries and diapers they had to buy. Two months. Rents were due and businesses had clients to provide for and people just had to get back to life. At six months the protests were looking almost like they did before. I remember talking to friends about our yearly LARP event in September and if we could -or would- run it. Everyone just said that honestly there's no point worrying about that because honestly if the war would still be going by then we'll have bigger things to worry about. Except 11 months did pass, and we did have bigger things to worry about, but we also had 300 players wanting to know if the event is running. We decided to run it, coordinating with the home front command for their approval and trying to give the nearly 100 kids who grew up in this event a sense that life isn't just war... So there I was late at night when the sirens started. In an open field. Watching as 300 people stopped everything and laid on the ground covering their heads. After ten minutes you're allowed to get up. After 20 minutes most people were done calling their families. it took another 30 minutes for most kids to get back to sleep.... and then we kept on larping, because what the fuck else was there to do beside somehow trying to keep on with life?

Quietly losing my mind over the fact that Elon Musk has straight up orchestrated a coup of our executive branch and like....I don't even know what, if any, system we have in place to fix this. Like... He's just taken control of the money and locked out the actual appointed officials. What the fuck.

[courtofjade]

Your Hand was the One I Reached For

Azriel x Acheron!reader, Lucien x reader(past)

Notes: part 2 to “Somewhere in the Haze”

I know some of you asked me to tag but I totally don’t know how to do that haha

Y/n woke with a start- the cold air keeping her from staying asleep for long. With a sigh she shifted to her side, facing towards where Lucien and Feyre lay not too far from her. From the looks of it Lucien was also having the same problem as her.

“Can’t sleep?” Lucien asked, just above a whisper. He repositioned himself to lean again the cave wall facing her. She shook her head doing the same.

They sat in an awkward silence- their eyes trying to find somewhere besides the other. Lucien looked down at his feet with a sigh. To think just mere months ago they sat together, body’s close, sharing each other’s breath. Now they could hardly look at each other. He looked up again, staring at her. She was even more beautiful as a fae- if that was even possible. His heart yearned for her, for him to go over and hold her close. Like he once did. Feeling his eyes on her, she glanced up into his russet orbs. Ones she used to get lost in but now struggles to hold.

“Why didn’t you come back?” He blurted. She blinked, taken aback.

“Lucien…” She started.

“I didn’t know how you were. If you were hurt. You just left and y-you never came back. I told you I loved you- you told me you loved me and you never came back.” He choked out.

“I wrote to you to explain. I told you I was okay-“

“You couldn’t write, y/n!” He exclaimed. They glanced to Feyre who stirred at the volume of Lucien’s outburst. He breathed- looking back to her. “I get a note saying you were not returning after being told you couldn’t read or write. What was I to think? When you were holed up with those Illyrian brutes who could’ve been doing god knows what-“

“Don’t speak of them like that.” She pointed. “Don’t you dare speak of them that way. You need to look at who you work for and where your loyalties lie.” She shook her head, standing up and walking towards the entrance of the cave.

“Don’t walk away from this.” He whispered loudly as he got up to follow her. He approached her hastily, slowing down as he heard sniffles coming from her. She turned to face him, eyes glistening with tears that threatened to fall.

“You don’t understand.” She whispered lowly, casting her eyes downward. Lucien stepped towards her and placed his hands on her cheeks- moving her gaze back to his.

“Then make me understand, darling. That is all I ask.” His thumb stroked her cheek lovingly. Y/n reached up and gripped his hands in hers.

“My whole life- I have never felt like I belonged. Not outside of my home. Not within my family. Nesta and Elain stuck together, Feyre was out supporting us. It was always just me. Alone. When I came to the Night Court and I met the circle, they made me feel invited. They made me feel like I was meant to be there. They made me feel loved.” She swallowed deeply as to keep her tears from escaping. “And when he trapped her in the manor, when he let her fade into nothing, you turned a blind eye. And- and I couldn’t let that happen to me, too. Not again.”

Lucien sighed, a tear escaping his eye and cascading down his face. Seeing this made the dam holding back y/n’s tears break. She let out a choked sob as he leaned his forehead onto hers.

“Was my love not enough for you?” Lucien uttered, his words hitting her heart like a knife. She reached a hand up to his cheek.

“Your love was everything to me. But as much as I wanted you to be my home, I couldn’t come back to that place. And after what you did, after you followed him like a dog and worked with the King against us, after you let him put me in that-“ She let out a breath at the thought of that day. “I can’t look at you the same.”

Lucien nodded solemnly, taking a deep breath. He turned his head into her hand, kissing the palm that held his cheek. That would hold his cheek for the last time.

“If I had known then what I know now, I would’ve held you a little longer that day.” Y/n slid her arms around Lucien’s neck and pulled him close, resting her check on his chest. Though the cold wind whipped harshly against them, they stood in each other’s embrace, knowing that once they let go they would never return to each other again. At least not in the way they once did.

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Y/n, Feyre, and Lucien ran on the frozen lake as the Vanserra brothers followed their tail. Feyre fell to the ground as an arrow whizzed past Y/n and straight through her forearm. Seeing Feyre down, Lucien quickly made his way to his brothers to attempt to fend them off.

Y/n hurriedly knelt by Feyre and began to help her patch up as she looked frantically back at the brothers who were closing in on them. Eris stepped towards the sisters, smiling like a wolf to his prey. Eris taunted her and Feyre but y/n was focused on the healing wound on her sisters body. Healing meaning her powers were coming back.

Feyre shielded y/n, releasing a blinding light from within her. Eris swore, stumbling back as the sisters began to run again. Before they could get too far, Eris winnowed in front of them, backhanding Y/n and giving Feyre a blow to the gut. Before she could get up Y/n felt a heavy foot kick her to her back. Lucien’s brother straddled her, wrapping his hands around her neck. As she struggled against him, trying to pry his hands away from her, she reached deep into that place in her chest and tugged. She tugged as hard as she could- hoping he could feel her.

Just as her lungs began to burn and her vision began to dim,a thud echoed across the lake and the brother froze looking up ahead in fear. Not too soon later another thud impacted the ground, followed by the whiz of a knife flying over her and into the brothers shoulder. He fell off of her, which gave her the opportunity to turn and see what had occurred ahead of her. A sob broke from her and only a few feet away stood her friends. Her family. Cassian and Azriel. Azriel made eye contact with her and as he did she felt a tug in her chest.

Before the fighting could escalate again, Feyre the High Lady of the Night Court, stood her ground. The defeated Vanserra brothers halted as to not cause anymore turmoil between the courts- whether they keep it that way on the battlefield was to be determined.

“Let’s go home” Feyre stated to the group. Cassian grabbed her and Lucien, leaving Azriel and Y/n together.

“Hi.” He muttered as he scooped her up into his arms.

“Hi.” She smiled shyly, wrapping her arms around his neck as they shot into the sky.

“You’re okay.” She whispered, scanning his face. “I was so worried.”

“I know.” He chuckled. “I felt it.” She furrowed her brows.

“How did you-“ she stopped as she felt that familiar tug from her chest.

“That’s how.” He stated. “I felt everything through the bond. That’s how we knew where you were. The second I felt you- I moved as fast as I could.” She put a hand on his cheek, looking into his eyes.

“I missed you.” He gazed into her eyes. A loving smile grew on his face.

“I missed you too.” He placed a kiss on her forehead. “My mate.”

[lemotmo]

https://www.tumblr.com/lemotmo/776032832624705536/ali-posted-this-ask-i-think-its-finally-sinking

Ok so it's not just me going crazy feeling like both of them pulled away from the fandom.

Like we had them liking buddie Halloween art and costumes and then suddenly 8A ended and it was like poof.

Buddie fandom. Who's that. Never heard of them lol.

But I guess it makes sense they would want to get some boundaries set up. They are going to be getting a lot of attention for sure.

But then I go around and around in my head on it because it's so clear from what we've seen like how much Oliver has wanted to engage with the fandom but couldn't/wouldn't because he didn't wanna be accused of queerbaiting when it wasn't going to happen. That now if it is you'd think he'd be wanting to engage even more instead of pulling back. So it just confuses me 😂

Well, I think this one is two-fold:

First, Lou and the Tommy fandom crossed too many lines and boundaries over the last year to the point where the show and ABC had to step in and take action.

They had to block some of these people on the official Instagram account for God's sake. That is not normal behaviour. And while I'm sure that they have had to block some more extreme Buddie fans in the past, it's nothing compared to droves of crazy people spamming each official post with inane and nonsensical hashtags about T and BT. Or them sending the showrunner, actors and crew crazy DMs about a fictional ship.

Lou made his unhinged cameos which really put Oliver in a tight spot. He got the brunt of the BT shit dumped on him, because Lou was talking to his side of the fandom and telling them his insane headcanons and lies, while Oliver didn't interact with the BT fans at all. The reason why Oliver didn't interact with these fans is because he knew that BT wouldn't last. He has spoken up before on the fact that he refused to bait people with a ship. But these people just didn't understand that and started blaming everyone under the sun (showrunners, actors and Buddie fans alike) for being homophobic and biphobic. We all do remember the crazy 4-hour long podcast where a few Tommies trashed Oliver, right?

Then there is the insane Ryan hate they keep advocating. They keep spewing out the most racist vile shit about the man. They question him being a good father and some of these people were actually talking about 'deporting' him out of the country. How is that normal???

So of course this will have consequences for the show and the actors. The actors have seen the darker side of fandom and have wisely stepped away and distanced themselves from that. It's natural and normal that they will be more cautious from here on out to interact with fans.

Second, Oliver has never shied away from openly telling people that he's all for Buddie happening. And just a couple of months ago, during 8a, in an interview with PinkNews, he openly talked about Buddie. So I don't think he's pulling away entirely here.

Buddie is happening in 8b, that much is clear. So obviously they want to build up the suspense around that. It's logical that they'll stay away from the Buddie-talk for a while up until the moment when it will be revealed that Buck's confusion in 7x04 was never really about Tommy, but about Eddie. (Oh sweet vindication! 😏)

So I do think that, as soon as it will become clear that Buddie is happening, both Oliver and Ryan will be more open towards the fandom again. They might not have crazy joint interviews anymore where they reveal how they send each other edits and how they cry in the shower over them. But I do think they'll discuss the fandom in a more appreciative way and that they might again like some fanart and stuff online.

They know very well just how long we've been patiently waiting on the sidelines for Buddie to finally happen. Hell, they have been waiting for the same amount of time as us. They know exactly how we feel.

So in conclusion, they have put up some healthy boundaries, which was absolutely necessary. But I don't believe for one second that Oliver and Ryan aren't impatiently waiting on the sidelines until they can FINALLY talk openly about the Buddie-elephant in the room. 😄

Soon you guys. Soon. 🙌

[walkingstackofbooks]

cw: child abuse

Once again, I got to the point where some comfort ought to have kicked in, and stopped... I'm sorry, I don't deliver closure, only hurt aha 😅

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"I got grounded for a month after that," Miles finished sheepishly. Julian laughed.

"And you say that's your worst? My parents once grounded me from June through to August - and I lost food privileges once a week, too!"

Far from the round of laughter and "What did you do?"s he was expecting, he was greeted with a stunned silence. He raised his eyebrows, looking around at his friends in confusion.

"What do you mean, "food privileges"?" Sisko asked. Julian shrugged.

"Just, you know, my access to food was revoked for the day, or evening, or whatever time they'd set, and think about what I'd done."

"I'm sorry, your parents starved you once a week for three months?"

"You're making it sound worse than it was," Julian defended. "It wasn't that bad."

"Not being allowed to eat is pretty bad, Julian," Jadzia said, and from expressions on the others' faces, it seemed they agreed. He shrugged again, wishing he'd never said anything.

"What had you done?" asked Miles.

Just seconds ago, Julian had been ready to spin an impish tale of the two days he'd spent hiding away in the woods, but he has a sinking feeling his friends weren't going to see the funny side of this, either.

"I ran away. For two nights," he replied. "Funnily enough, it's more difficult than you'd expect from the way adventure books make it sound."

Odo harrumphed, but otherwise his joke fell flat.

"So you can see why they were mad," he continued. "When I turned back up again, they were thinking they were going to have to involve the police, and that would have been all sorts of awful."

"You went missing for two nights and they didn't--" The captain cut himself off, shaking his head. Julian looked away; Sisko seemed angry, and he wasn't sure how that made him feel.

"How old were you?" asked Kira.

"Fifteen," Julian replied. "It was just after I found out about, um, my genetic enhancements. Which is why it would have been so hard to explain, if, you know, they'd told the police about me."

"I can't believe this," says Miles. "You're saying you were so upset at finding out your parents had given you illegal enhancements that you ran away, and not only did they choose not to report you were missing, but when you came back, they punished you for being upset rather than, oh, I don't know, apologising?!"

Julian suddenly felt very small and stupid. "Well, when you put it like that--" he chuckled weakly, trying and failing to keep his voice light. Jadzia leant over to take his hand, and he knew he shouldn't push it away.

"I don't know," he said quietly, slumping back against his seat. "I guess, yeah - that's what I'm saying."

There was another silence. The outrage had died down, and now it seemed that no-one knew quite what to say. Jadzia's hand was beginning to feel oppressively warm.

"Food privileges," Sisko muttered, seemingly to himself, disdain dripping off each word. Hell. In hindsight, Julian really ought to have guessed how little his captain would approve of that one.

[patchs-curiosity-corner]

𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝑴𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒀𝒐𝒖 | 𝑺.𝑹. [𝟐]

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟕 - 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: With the sudden departure of the BAU’s former Unit Chief, their newest member worries about how it could be effecting Spencer.

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: angst, hurt/comfort, slight arguing, themes of drug addiction and self harm, Spencer and Reader being insecure.

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 1.1k

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: Guys I’m so sorry this took forever and it’s like half the length of the other one Ť-Ť I’ve had some stuff going on irl and have just been wiped lately. Chances are the remaining parts will come out rather sporadically but I will try to supplement them with oneshots so my requests are still open. Thanks for being patient!

𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

Gideon is gone. You don’t know what to feel.

Confusion?

He didn’t tell anyone where he was going.

Grief, understanding?

He left a note at his cabin.

Confusion again.

…

It’s for Spencer.

…

Anger. You’re angry. No -you’re beyond angry- you’re absolutely fucking furious. The feeling burned and clawed incessantly at your gut as you tried to pour the nervous energy into solving the team’s current case. 

It doesn’t help much, and the raging pit in your stomach devours any remaining sympathy you held for Gideon. He had been through a lot, but he knew Spencer was fragile, he knew the genius was barely holding himself together as it was.

It was selfish -in your eyes- for Gideon to choose Spencer of all people, to use him as his vessel to air his final words before running away. Yes, that was it, he was running away.

Coward.

———

You’re pacing, you have been for hours now, almost certainly wearing a path into the ornate burgundy carpet beneath your feet. That thought is what finally gives you pause, you’d been staying with Spencer for nearly a month now, but you were still a guest in his home. It would be impolite to ruin his carpet.

Spencer went to bed hours ago now. You say went to bed and not went to sleep because you can still hear him, tossing and turning. He would assure you everything was fine, he’s coping, he’d say.

You don’t believe him.

A month. He was a month sober and now this was happening. It was enough to break even the strongest man’s composure, you were more afraid of him picking up a different vice at this point. The thought of him falling to something like alcoholism or recreational drugs again made something twist inside you.

How quickly had he wormed his way in? Snuck into your heart and settled into a place you can no longer remember ever being empty?

You sink into the couch cushions with a sigh, before inevitably getting up again moments later, restless.

———

Spencer isn’t faring much better, unable to relax while he listens to the ambient sound of you shuffling around outside his bedroom door. It’s comforting, in a way. It reminds him you’re there, that you hadn’t abandoned him like Gideon, or his Father.

Your knuckles make contact with his door a few minutes later, and it fills him with an odd sense of tentative excitement.

“Come in.” Spencer answers, fighting to keep his voice from revealing the quiet desperation he felt.

“Hey.” It’s your voice, soft and oh-so wonderfully familiar in this moment. “You mind if I join you?” He nods in the dark, reveling in the warmth that spreads from his heart across his chest at how caring you sounded.

He moves over, giving you room to clamber under the forest green covers next to him.

“What are you thinking about?” Spencer asks quietly, rolling onto his side to face you. His eyes are focused on yours, the way they seem to be trying to memorize his face.

“You.” The response is simple, eloquent, and sends the heat in his chest flaring up to his cheeks.

“Me?” He croaks after a moment, blinking quickly in an attempt to calm himself. “Why me?”

“‘m worried about you, Spence.” You murmur, your eyebrows furrowing slightly as you look at him. “With Gideon gone, I just-” The heat in his cheeks increases as your hand moves to seek out his. “I want you to know I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

———

“You promise?” Spencer whispers back, the expression on his face looking almost pleading. The expression breaks your heart, how long has he been so alone? Months? Years? His whole life maybe?

They had started off rocky sure, but to imagine seeing Spencer Reid as anything but extraordinary had never crossed your mind. Could other people really not see it? Choose to shun him for his idiosyncrasies instead? The idea felt… foreign.

“Yeah,” your voice slips out much quieter than intended, softened from the waves of emotion washing over you as you scoot closer to him. He already seems to be dozing off. “Yeah I promise.”

The two of you sleep better than night than you had in a while, and an innocuous seeming promise becomes something more as time passes and you continue to stay with him.

Another month and one of you -neither could remember who- mentioned that an apartment shared between people would be much easier to manage, especially with their jobs schedule. And less than one more finds you moving your belongings into the previously spare room in his place. Your place, now, rather. A shared space.

———

Spencer grows accustomed to it as well; your toothbrush in the bathroom, your products in the shower, the faint smell of you a constant now amidst the scent of old books and pine his apartment generally smelled like.

It feels… homey, in a way the place had never seemed before. He’s sure there’s a thousand studies about cohabitation among humans, and he could list statistics about it until his throat grew sore, but for once it doesn’t seem to matter. Reid is simply content to accept your present as it is; a gift.

The pair of you fall into routine with shocking ease -granted you had already been staying in the apartment for nearly two months by now- and soon enough it’s as though you had always been there. It’s comforting to Spencer, to go to sleep every night with the knowledge of someone on the other side of the wall. He’s still afraid you’ll leave, he doesn’t think he’ll ever stop being afraid of that, but for now? God, he’s just happy you’re here, that you chose to be here.

———

You find him one night, curled up on the couch with tears in his eyes while he clutches the letter Gideon had left before disappearing. You sit with him, and you offer gentle solace from the crushing loneliness he’d carried around for so long.

“It’s his loss, really.” You mumble into his hair, holding Spencer’s trembling body against your own gently. “You’re already such an amazing person -and profiler- if he doesn’t wanna stick around and see you get even better? He’s the one missing out.”

It’s a pathetic attempt at comfort, you think, but it draws a soft huff from his chest that somewhat resembles a laugh. You count that as a win. Anything that might help clear his every-wandering mind of the negative spiral practically visible in his eyes. So you just hold him, arms around his shoulders and face buried in his hair, because for now? This was the best the two of you could do, and that was just fine.

[spicedcherrylolli]

Modern!Sevika x Bookworm!reader - The Ex

This is something I have been thinking about a lot recently. I will admit I am projecting my own personal need for Sevika. Hope you all enjoy Sevika getting a little jealous, I know I did!❤️

-Cherry

p.s. I suck at titles. If you have any tips, please help a women lover out 😘

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Sevika isn’t the PDA type. She likes her time holding, touching, and kissing you to be in private. It was something that you didn’t mind if you were being honest. It was not necessary for you and after getting to know Sevika more, the more you understood and accepted her quirks. As she did with you. So that’s why, you’re currently looking at Sevika like the world stopped in its axis.

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It had been a slightly above average day. You and Sevika were off work/school and decided to have a day out, thrifting, trying new and old coffee spots, and most exciting to you, book shopping. It had been months since you had the chance to go shop around. I was also exciting because Sevika was there. Sevika stood there, followed you around, carrying all the books you want, and listening to every summery you gave and a nod when pointing out ones you’ve read.

“Oh, and I read this series. The first book is so good, but the second got so slow and the romance didn’t develop like i wanted to. And then I had to DNF the last, cuz it was just so so bad” You speak softly to Sevika, her nodding and following you as you move down the aisle.

Sevika loves coming to the bookstore with you. You are in your element, bright eyes, soft voice, and she can feel the excited calm radiating from you. She would never admit how much seeing this part of you made her love you so much more. She held the basket with pride and took in everything you said, sorting and storing the knowledge in the back of her head, (and sometimes her phone) for gift ideas. She might hate the whole PDA thing, but to her, this is basically the same thing. Being there for her girl and buying whatever books you wanted was telling the world you are hers.

“I think I’ll get this one.” you pause, “Oh wait I think I saw the special edition over there, I’ll be right back.”

Turning and walking away, Sevika stands in the romance section. Feeling eyes on her, she turns her head to see a face she wanted to punch maybe severely hurt.

Here’s the thing, Sevika isn’t the jealous type. She knows and trusts she has you and nothing could take that away other than her own actions. However, Sevika had heard much about your ex. The individual that hurt you countless times and broke your trust equally so. It was something therapy and Sevika’s reassuring mannerisms has helped you overcome for the most part. But not for your girlfriend. Making eye contact with them, she pushed her feet forward, ready to tell them off.

“Vika, -” You interrupt, “sorry I got distracted. They had two different special editions of the same book can you bel-” you were cut off by Sevika grabbing your hips, pulling you close, basket now on the floor and kissing you. Hands moving up and cupping your face to kiss you deeper. It was taking your breath way and simultaneously making you worried your girlfriend was having some health episode. Pulling away slowly, confusion and awe written on your face.

“What was that for?” You ask slightly out of breath. Picking up the basket beside her, she looks around, seeing the ex is gone, and turns back to you.

“No reason, I can’t just kiss my girl in public?”

Taken aback, “Well of course you can, but you don’t like to”

Sevika chuckled, the hint of a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. "Maybe I’m starting to change my mind," she said, her eyes flicking over to where your ex had been standing moments ago, now gone.

You raised an eyebrow, still processing what just happened. "So... that was because...?"

Her gaze softened as she looked back at you, the playful edge still there but tinged with something serious. "That was reminding me that you're mine. And no one gets what's mine."

She shrugged slightly, as if trying to play it off as nothing, a protectiveness radiating off of her "I’m not jealous, but I’ve got a limit."

Your stomach filled with butterflies, and for a moment, you almost forgot where you were. "Sevika," you started, awe and understanding lingering behind it, her name taking your breath.

She gave you a small smile, one that was equal parts softness and confidence. "I care about you more than you could possibly understand. Now, are you going to grab that special edition or what?" She nudged you lightly, trying to shift the attention away from her unexpected outburst of PDA.

You couldn’t help reciprocating a grin, even as your heart races. Taking the clue, you start browsing again, except this time it was different. The air was charged, you kept bumping into Sevika.

By the time you left the shop, with enough books to keep you occupied for some time, your only thought was Sevika. How you had gotten so lucky to have her and her thinking how lucky she is to have you. You both spend the night in each other’s arms, doing everything to make sure you each knew and felt the love you had for each other.

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[garricks4thwingqueen]

Professor Tavis Part 1

 Synopsis: **Minor Onyx Storm spoilers** This is a fourth wing times Icebreaker AU. I haven’t done an OC in a while but met our newest OC Sophia Riorson. Sophia Riorson is Xaden Riorson younger sister and Xaden is also the Captain of UCMH’s hockey team which is how Sophia ended up in a relationship with her brothers co - captain Jack Barlowe in freshman year. Nearing the middle of her senior year of college in Marine Biology Sophia is starting to hit some relationship struggles which in turn is starting to take a toll on her studies even though she promised to be the girl that didn’t let relationships interfere with her academics. 

Word Count: 1661 

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, Relationship struggles, failing academic grades, age gap, professor X student.

Sophia’s POV 

  I started to stir in my bed waking up with a pounding headache after the events of last night.  I glanced over at my alarm clock and let out a silent curse at the clock that read 8:30 a.m. “Fuck.” I mumbled groaning in the bed of mine and Xaden’s apartment well , an apartment that also used to belong to my brother, that is until he graduated last year. He had insisted on paying for another years rent for me due to the proximity it was to campus which this morning thankfully it was a five minute walk. 

  I checked my phone as I started to make an iced coffee and brush my teeth as I was late for this morning's bio lab which was thankfully a three hour course. I clicked on my thread from Jess who had quickly become my best friend at the start of freshman year. You're late Soph, everything good? I groaned at the text she had sent 15 minutes ago. I’m fine, long night, missed my alarm. Can you tell professor Tavis I’ll be there by 9:15 the latest?  I could physically feel her eye roll as I read her incoming reply as I slipped on a pair of leggings: You're not fine but whatever yeah I’ll tell him.  

   I gave a quick head scratch to my feline friend Archie who was currently curled up on the bed looking at me like I had lost my damn mind. Her my phone go of as I pulled my bag over my shoulder and slipped on my flip flops; I let out another quite fuck as Jack’s name light up across the phone; I hit the decline button on my phone as I made my way down the street and then up the hill that lead to the marine bio section of campus. 

  I’m sorry can we talk; love you. Came the next text to fill my phone screen. Funny you didn’t seem to love me when your tongue was down Leigh’s throat last night. I’m late for lab.  

  I knew I loved Jack or at least at one point in my life I did. Our last few weeks, hell even months if I’m being brutally honest with myself have been a boiling point in our relationship. Last night was a steep breaking point for you after you saw him making out with one of the head figure skaters of UCMH.  

 I scanned my student badge against the door that gave access to the marine bio lab. I swear it felt like every single head was turned towards me as I made my way to mine and Jess’s lab table. “I’m so sorry.” I said quietly sitting down next to her. “It’s ok. You know you can talk to me right?” She said placing a soft reassuring hand on top of mine. “Yeah I know thanks girlie.” I said taking in the various sized star fish in front of us; as I heard heavy footsteps approach their way over. “Good Morning Miss. Roirson, nice of you to finally decide to join us this morning.”  “Good Morning Professor Tavis.” I responded trying to avoid how his black t-shirt annoyingly hugged every inch of muscle on his chest and then topped off with his denim jeans.  

  “I hope we have a good excuse for your first time being late.” I sighed he was right. I was never late to any of my classes or study sessions. “No sir, I’m sorry. Missed my alarm clock.” “Missed alarm clock Sophia? That's  weak even for you. My office after class you missed a pop quiz this morning.” He said and walked away as I groaned and flopped my head on the table over my arms. Jess chuckled slightly and gave my shoulders a light pat; “His right you did miss one of  his infamous pop quizzes.” “Damn it I’m sure he did it just cause I was late.” Another chuckle escaped my friends lips “Yeah I’m sure that’s exactly why. I swear you two have this weird ass relationship.” 

   “Ew Jess stop it. He's like 35.” “Yeah and you're 22 you aren’t necessarily a spring chicken anymore.” She said as she started to cut open her starfish. “You're ridiculous. Plus I’m dating Jack.” “Are you though? Something tells me he has to deal with why you were late this morning.” “Fuck off.” I groaned as she chuckled. 

   A half hour later after grabbing a snack and some water from the small cafe on campus I made my way back to Professor Tavis’s office. Ignoring what seemed like a billion texts and missed calls from Jack I knocked on Garrick’s door. Yes, I knew my professor's first name, was it weird? Maybe I wasn’t sure. “You wanted to see me?” I said as he opened his office door as I stepped in. 

 I had always admired his office decor. For a male he knew what he was doing. He had painted it navy with a white trim and framed photographs of coral reefs and ocean life, many of which he had personally taken. “Please sit Sophia.” He said and gestured to the chair across from his desk. “I’m sorry-” I blurted. He shook his head. “You're a college student Sophia. You get passes occasionally, but you did miss a pop quiz this morning.”  I groaned as he slid the ten question test in front of me. “Half hour.” He said going back to work on his computer. 

  I grabbed a pen from his cup and looked over the familiar format of his pop quizzes; there were always ten questions but they were never multiple choice questions. He was the one constant bio professor we had every year so questions usually ranged from our current year back to freshman year.  

What percent of the earth is covered by water? Seriously I thought to myself glancing a look up at him at the pathetically easy question as I swear I saw a smirk on his face. 71 % I wrote the answer. 

What is El Nino? I smirked again; these were so far relatively easy for his pop quizzes as I wrote abnormal wind and water patterns at the equator that  cause upwelling. 

Where can you find the most nutrient rich water food? Easy I thought as I wrote Deep cold water.

What is a Vaquita? Seriously what is he getting at this morning I sighed writing species of porpoise. 

What body part does a seahorse lack? I rolled my eyes and wrote stomachs and teeth and drew a funny picture of a seahorse with teeth. No wonder why they don’t have teeth. I thought that is kinda terrifying. 

A tool using marine animal is called what? I chuckled slightly, earning a slight glare from Professor Tavis and drew a picture of an Otter with a little shell but also wrote Enhydra Lutris. 

Which is correct: Octopi or Octopuses or Octopodes? I couldn’t help drawing a small octopus holding the word Octopuses. 

Harp seals have what predators? Another basic question I thought. As I wrote, the poor adorable seals are hunted by polar bears, orcas, sharks, walruses and bad bad bad humans :( 

What is the deepest trench in the world? Mariana trench, scary scary dark. I wrote and giggled earning another slight smirk from Professor Tavis. 

 What's an Estuary? Where the river and seas get freaky (meet) . I smirked and slide my paper back over to him. 

                                     Professor Tavis’s POV 

  I couldn’t help but smirk at the answers Sophia had written on her paper. If it was wrong to have a crush on your student one that was 13 years younger then yourself at that also then so be it, I’ll go to hell. “Where the rivers and seas get freaky?” I asked with a chuckle; “You know water bang bang.” She smirked. “First 100 of the day Miss. Riorson and add 10 bonus points for your creative and right answers.” “Seriously, the first 100?” She asked, looking dumb founded. 

  “First 100 makes up for your 50 on your last assignment.” I said reaching behind me and pinning her test up on the board so I could see her witty answers. “I know I’m sorry-” I held up my hand as she started to apologize. “I don’t want to hear it. I just want you to be honest with me if something is bothering you. We can work through this. But I suspect we will go back to our usual academic display of your grades?” “Yes sir.” She said standing up and exitted my office. 

 “I don’t want to talk!” I got up from my desk and opened my office door to  find Sophia yanking her arm away from Jack Barlowe, the new captain of her hockey team and her steady boyfriend for the last few years. “We need to.” “I said I don’t want to Jack!” She said, trying to push him back slightly. “Sophia?” I said, stepping out into the hall. She looked up at me with almost pleading eyes “yes?” “You forgot something in my office.” “I’ll wait for you.” Jack said as Sophia replied with a “Please don’t bother.” and walked back towards my office door.  

  I shut my door again behind as she sat on my couch. “Is everything ok? Has he hurt you?” “It’s fine. Everything’s fine. He's just being a complete dick lately and I’m not sure this is a discussion I should be having with my professor and mentor.” “Right. But if you need anything-” “Actually, could I get an extra day or two for this week's paper?”  I nod “Of course. Next Tuesday but that doesn’t extend the deadline for next week's paper, understood?”  “Understood.” She said and walked out of my office for the second time. I sighed and stood in my window and made sure she was able to walk out of the school without the prick next to her. 

[quibble-auk]

While I’m working on an actual mini comic between Sunrazor and Cometeater. @thebrokenmechanicalpencil’s OC (Srry to tag you there. This is unrelated to you lol)

Have more of my OC’s.

But some actual lore???? Well kinda… not really. Just a little mini comic I made a bit ago with two of the characters.

Basic summary, Sunrazor wasn’t always the way she is.

It was better before

Don’t ask me how or why it’s raining. I was just like “they enjoy the rain together???? Do cute couple things and go play in rain???” Originally I was gonna make them dance in the rain but that was a lot of work.

Yeah, so the other character in this is Valkyrie.

Fun fact about her: my sister indulges me and when I was first creating my OC’s she wanted to make one too. So she created Valkyrie and then we were all silly goofy haha- what if they kissed????

It spiraled from there.

They never officially split up. It’s a long story but for a hot minute Valkyrie was convinced that Sunrazor was dead. And Sunrazor was not having a fun time.

Still working on exactly how things went down.

I know what happens… it’s just how it happens is the part I’ve gotta finish up.

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[howtodisappearcompletelyand]

20/10 stars little guy

[princehendir]

Does Minecraft incentivize killing golems though?

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

i know that when carlo suddenly decided that he needs to marry guy made a whole list in his head n like had a deadlines n shit. like it was some kind of a task he needed to do

[robin-buckleys]

FAITH IN THE FUTURE WORLD TOUR

JUNE 1ST 2023 | CUYAHOGA FALLS

[heloflor]

Btw I played Paper Mario 64 recently and just finished it last week, three takeaways from it:

1. Bowser is a delight of a character no matter the game, he’s hilarious and I love how hard he’s trying when “courting” Peach.

2. Peach was the absolute MVP of that game and amazing proof that you don’t need to know how to fight to play a vital role in a story.

3. The Kolorados need to divorce already.

8.5/10 Really good game!

[deus-ex-mona]

genuinely, though, this has truly been a time to be a lurker on jp music project twt

[lesbiansanemi]

I am so fucking sick of living with my roommate and his fuck ass boyfriend. Also watching my roommate burn every single one of his (already rather minimal, I might add) bridges for this guy is also kind of painful but also his relationship with me is one of said bridges so I'm almost past the point of even feeling bad for him lmao

[sysig]

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