#I'm a beginner

[girlwithletters]

Another one is coming

Párosítás: Jude Bellingham x olvasó / te vagy aki akarod

It was cool in the living room, except for some embers flickering in the fireplace. Jude Bellingham still couldn't bring himself to put wood on the fire, even though the woodcutter was only an arm's length away. Even if he was locked in the hottest pot of hell, it wouldn't have warmed his soaked, ice-cold body. His head was heavy with wine and his body was empty without the heart and soul left in his home.

- Jude - Vinicius Jr. couldn't even get his friend's full attention with his voice.

- What? - muttered Jude in displeasure, looking at the empty bottle in the left hand of the ever-smiling Brazilian.

- When this cursed storm subsides somewhat, I will accompany you back to your wife. But until then, all we can do is wait.

- I don `t want to wait! - Even when he was drenched in water, in clothes that clung to his muscular, lean body, he radiated uncontrollable wildness. Pressing his lips together, he raised his head, a tension flared up in his brown eyes. - To hell with you! - He threw the towel in his hand to the other end of the room.

Even the monotonous hum of the television was drowned out by the sound of the approaching storm, lightning strikes shook the windows of the house.

The teammates also felt the same restlessness as Vini's dog. His body, covered with brown-black fur, trembled with nervousness, his breathing wavered along with his owner's heartbeat. Joy flashed in his yellow eyes as he heard the increasingly loud click of shoes approaching him and smelled the familiar scent of human flesh covered by wet clothes.

But Jude had other plans.

As he ran out into the yard, his foot slipped on the wet stones, but he managed to reach his impatient friend who was stumbling next to the car without injury. How embarrassing it would have been if one or two wet pebbles caused the loss of the fearless soccer player, the adored prince of Real Madrid.

Tchouaméni was the lucky one who managed to get the lock key , to take the driver's seat and start the car. When all four of them took their seats, the wheels of the car sped up and pebbles flew. Trent buckled his seat belt at the last minute.

The wind picked up, and the rain falling from the gloomy black clouds became as opaque as the densely woven curtains on the door of their bedroom balcony.

Jude's mouth twitched nervously, his chin tensed, his stomach clenched, his heart clenched by some unknown foreboding.

- Let's hurry! - His voice was only a faint whisper, like the gliding of a butterfly's wings in the colors of the rainbow, but the person to whom spoke to him, still understood.

If they had been walking in the rain around this time, if a ship steered by brave sailors had come up against the waves crashing on high, he would have seen a vision dressed in the light of yellow-red lightnings on the road shrouded in darkness, he would have thought only: Those are the gods!

- It's almost over - I would have liked to wrap my fingers around the balding doctor's thick neck and squeeze him until the last breath, until the last thought left him. How the hell can you say that! It's easy for him!

Laura, Antonio Rüdiger's wife, took my hand. I squeezed hers.

"I know you'd rather kill him," he grinned at me. I admit, as much as I hated Laura in the past, I have grown to like her in the last six months. In her worried eyes, I saw my shattered reflection, my face distorted from the pain of childbirth, my hair stuck to my pale skin wet from sweat.

- I'm ugly!

- You're beautiful! - he pressed a soothing kiss on my forehead. I was very tired. I would have preferred to close my eyes and sleep a little. A few minutes or a few hours.

- Does it always take this long?

- Not always. Every woman is different - said the nurse from the side, holding a wet cloth.

- I hate him! I hate Jude! - I squeezed out the words between my teeth. A sharp pain ripped through my body, spasming my muscles. - When he returns home, I will cut off his tail and feed it to the dog!

The two women laughed and said almost simultaneously:

- Believe us, you would later curse yourself for your earlier words.

Another contraction almost snapped my spine in half. I felt like my bones were falling apart.

- Please do something! I can not stand! - Laura gently, with slow movements, ran her hand several times along my enlarged, tense belly. She gathered her brown hair, which had previously covered her shoulders, pinned it up and looked at me with an encouraging smile.

- Get ready! They will arrive soon.

- I'll kill you anyway! - The pains were getting stronger, I cringed from the pain. I turned here and there, twisted, and buried my head in the pillow that had become a fighter. It was somehow easier with my eyes closed.

- Press it! - Laura said. - Press it! As before...

- To hell with you, Jude Bellingham! I hate you! - As if I had been hit with whiplash, the pains came more and more frequently and densely. - I will never spread my legs to you again!

- My beauty, don't make irresponsible statements - I heard the familiar chuckle next to my head. I got it towards his hand.

- You are here, in time - My palm slid into his ice-cold palm.

- Yes my love. As I promised. Now push, doe! It's time for the little dragons to arrive!

I barely had any strength, but somehow I managed to push.

It was like a lock on a door. However, when the lock was opened, my body felt so light.

- You did it, my love! - My beloved soccer player bowed his head to my forehead with eyes glistening with tears, then with a bright smile on his face, he took over from the doctor his son, William, who has black hair. The blonde girl, Denise, who arrived a few minutes after her brother, was wrapped in a warm, soft piece of fabric by Laura.

- They are so perfect! - I stretched out my hand towards them, when a strong pain ripped through my lower abdomen like a whiplash, then galloped along my back and thighs. I felt nauseous. - I need to throw up - I moaned.

- What's happening? - Fear ran down Jude's spine.

- My goodness! - the doctor wearing foggy glasses leaned over to me. - Another one is coming!

( english isn't my first language ) - just the usual

sorry for the mistakes

[adrakwaalichai]

I'm learning crocheting and now i can't stop

[waywardangel-wilds]

I'm still reading A Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and I find the running theme of performance to be absolutely fascinating. We see Coriolanus putting on a performance from the very first chapter -- the society boy without a worry in the world. Whether or not everyone believes his performance is debatable, but, it is believable enough to get him quite far. Later, of course, we have Lucy Gray, a performer through and through. Both are performers to survive, although for different reasons. What I found most interesting is that when Coriolanus is in Twelve he's speaking with Maude Ivory and he notices that the Conveys 'funny' way of speech "seemed natural" with his affected 'society' manner of speech. Why? Because they're both performing. The Convey are pretending to be a happy-go-lucky band to sell the image which is important to get people to have fun at their performances, Coriolanus was pretending to be this unaffected society boy to survive without calling too much attention to himself. Both are hiding in their performance to survive within the wolf's den. Wow. Fascinating.

[silv-sk]

[uwudonoodle]

I hit 50,000 words on my fic!!

[alvadee]

ok crocheting is fun but i don't like that i can't watch movies while doing it. i'll be like "i want to watch a movie!" but also "i want to do something with my hands!" but i have to choooseee. guess i need to find more podcasts.

[ivyprism]

All I can say is... Do not perceive.

Pirate AU and Cyrus belongs to @kioko-noodles / @kiokodoodles

[bayoubodycount]

In the spirit of enjoyment whilst making grotesque beginners art (for which I'm trying to be forgiving of myself) and in the vein of it being truly bad(as beginners art usually is and that's okay) here is my Claudia, which I started before the casting change announcements from Bailey Bass to Delainey Hayles....🙈

It's my dream scene for season 2 where Louis asks Claudia at a café "What's it like? Love between two women?"

And of course Claudia blushes and smiles when thinking of Madeleine 💕

please draw something bad. please make bad art. please do your worst sometimes. im serious. you might love it or you might laugh at how it came out. either outcome is good. enjoy yourself enjoy yourself love yourself

[cafecxonmilk]

Hexsquad Bodies Practice!

[crabsnpersimmons]

Clip: well maybe it would be easier if you didn't have big meaty claws! crabs: well these claws are only good for attracting mates* *cute robots

so while i was struggling with my creative block, i was trying out new hobbies to fill the void and i decided to try out crochet

i

have not yet learned to enjoy crochet

but hey, Clip's here to be a... support? (show off?) at least he's surrounded me with amigurumi plushies of dear friends. see if you can recognize them all!

i'll put the tags under the cut

from the left to right, top to bottom:

@linafoxoficial - purple fox sona plushie

@inkydoughnut - crochet donut

@itsmuffiiee - sona plushie

@cacaocheri - cherry sona plushie

@eggcromancer - egg sandwich sona plushie

@normal-about-the-dca - beetle sona plushie

@scarredlove - blue mug plushie

@starriegalaxy - star sona plushie

@divinit3a - Pomeranian plushie

@enduu115 - sona plushie

@random-tail - kie kie plushie

[gojostan-doodles]

🩷 *Talks a lot*

💜 *Likes to listen*

[uwudonoodle]

My partner keeps saying I'm getting better as I progress, but my confidence seems to trend downwards.

*actual footage of me writing my next chapter*

[artificial-angels]

ive been working on animation again 😋

[bleeding-seraphic]

It continues

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[blakbonnet]

my queers in christ we must fight homogeneity in fandom; it's evil and the death of creativity and a brain killer, we do not want to be smooth uniform identical shiny rocks, reading the same characterisations over and over again, we do not want to reiterate the same takes or the same fics, we want the creepiest weirdos coming up with shit so fantastical that it becomes fantastic, that is the point of it all

[iamreadytobecomefrog]

You and Your Two Heaters~

A/n: Wrote while on my period and wanted some comfort, then I remembered that I can write and made this. Not proofread, might edit later, might not, who knows ♪⁠～⁠(⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠). Anyways, enjoy⁠♡

You lay on your side within the warm safety of your nest on your bed, accompanied by your too big of a dog cuddled into your stomach called Lillie. She had joined you after hearing you whimpering from your cramps and after ensuring her you were in fact not injured, she cuddled right up against your lower stomach where it hurt the most. Because of this though, she ended up taking your heater of a boyfriend's side of the bed like she owned the spot. With a hand combing through her fur and the other holding up your phone, everything was peaceful even with your uterus deciding to curse you.

“Oh I see how it is,” that familiar gruff voice makes you smile as you turn your head to find your loveable boyfriend standing at the doorway looking playfully offended. “I leave for only an hour and I come back to have my spot stolen,” he huffs out as he sets a grocery bag down and strides to our bed.

“You snooze, you lose?” You slightly giggle out as you feel the thump of Lillie's tail wagging on the sheets. Lillie only nuzzles further into you as you laugh lightly at the cute sight. Your boyfriend mutters something along the lines of “you're lucky you're cute” before he gives you a small peck to your cheek and forces his way into your little nest.

“Did you generate more blankets while I was away? Cause there's definitely more in here than when I left,” he teases as he embraces you and adjusts you all. Lillie moved to lay more on top of you as you lay on your back, her head still on your stomach and providing warmth for your aching muscles.

“Not my fault if Lillie added some more,” you coo as you give your pup some head scratches while all three of you get comfortable again. You wince as a cramp hits harder than before and you're tempted to curl into yourself if it weren't for Lillie and your boyfriend helping you.

“I got ya princess, ‘m right here,” he purrs into your ear as he massages your pelvic region and places little butterfly kisses all along your face. You feel a small lick to your hand from Lillie and you smile softly at the boundless love surrounding you like a heavy blanket. You sink further into your little nest and lay happily with your dog and boyfriend as they comfort you through the pain. You get so comfortable that you doze off after a while, listening to the gentle sound of your boyfriend's heartbeat and your pup’s soft snoring while a movie plays in the background. Nothing could be better than this…except minus the period pain.