#I'm giving my wife a couple to have and a bunch to trade so i wanted a good mix of albums...

[adamsvanrhijn]

have made 52 new bracelets this week for a total of 104 and i only have 2 for reputation 2 for speak now 3 for evermore and 2 for ts.... so focus tomorrow is on reputation and evermore and then i need to decide if i am going to make some on the plane and the logistics of that ....

[tapedsleeves]

Thank you <333 Everyone is so loveable 😭 I'm so glad you added Hutton cause I vaguely remember him playing in a few games but the lip sync video is sooo funny

One last batch of questions if you're up to it cause I adore how you describe everyone <3 looking at the roster I think the last guys left are Barbie and ammo? (the funniest nicknames 😂) and guys like Dorofeyev, brisson, and jiri patera but I think they might fall under the Henderson duckling group?

also if you don't mind, I keep seeing patches and Reilly smith pop up when I scroll thru himbeaux's blog. I've heard a lot about marc andre fleury before but I didn't realize how many other ex-players were also so beloved! I'd love to hear about any of them if you have the time

There are actually a couple I haven't talked about in depth, but Hertl & Hanifin have only been on the team since the trade deadline. I don't know probably more about them than you do.

So, here's the list of current roster guys I'm gonna touch on: Ivan Barbashev, Michael Amadio, Pavel Dorofeyev, Brendan Brisson, Brett Howden, and Jonas Rondbjerg

and the traded guys I'm gonna talk about: Marc-Andre Fleury, Reilly Smith, Max Pacioretty, Robin Lehner, Ryan Reaves, Erik Haula, and Dylan Coghlan.

Now you see why I was like "I don't know if I can do it all in one ask" - because not only is team chemistry defined by who's there currently it is SO informed by who's been there.

These blurbs are probably gonna be shorter, because there's (counts) 14 of them.

That's many. And there are some that I don't know a whole bunch about. That's truer for some than others.

Ivan Barbashev Traded to VGK at the trade deadline in 2023. Learned about the trade at the same time as his wife (she screamed in the other room). was very excited to play with petro again, since they're good friends. got headbutted by LT and was very cute about it. his little face when jack yells He's actually just. giggly in general. he was part of the 12 Knights of Giving and was VERY VERY cute about giving ppl their groceries for free. his face on this save is REALLY CUTE. He fell off the bus during the STL parade. this supports my theory that he's made of like. variable density. it's impossible to knock him over and yet he is SO fast and agile? it's fucking wild.

he's got really good taste in sunglasses

2. Michael amadio: UNDERRATED!!!! i love Ammo. based on getty, i think either he and nic roy have very similar schedules or ride in together bc they are almost always in walkin photos together. i'm just now finding this out.

I don't know a lot about him, because he's very quiet, but he's got really nice eyelashes and his face looks very soft. even his beard. even his voice is soft & deep. he seems really nice. just a cool room guy.

3. Pavel Dorofeyev: Dorothea!!!. Ok so this is not his actual nickname. I call him this bc when Dave Goucher says his name on the broadcast it sounds like Dorothea. And when Dave had Laryngitis, and he said his full name, it truly sounded like he said "pebble dorothea." this is his name in my head.

Dorothea is SO cute. He looks like a Tall Bitty to me, and i can't get that out of my head.

I know that's not very informative, but that's just.

true.

when Brendan Gallagher busted his teeth in, alec martinez picked them up and carried them to him. Dorothea is one of the HSK guys, who are the closest.

4. Brendan Brisson - son of famous agent Pat Brisson. babysat by Sidney crosby. Umich guy. lots of ppl know more about him than me. always wants to tuck himself into a hug. this is very funny hwen the other guy is shorter than him

lots of people who followed him at umich know more about him than me, i'm sure.

5. Brett Howden: Bread!!! Just a sweet young manitoban guy. Childhood friend of nolan patrick went through Tampa & New York before coming to Vegas. changed his play style to play with Mark. Was part of the 2018 WJC team, but hasn't been implicated in any crimes :(

Grabbed Marchy by the jersey and yelled "we did it we did it" when they won the cup

Jonathan Marchessault followed up with him after and said "oh i had to tell you, when i had my vision of winning the cup, we weren't wearing the white (away) jerseys. we were wearing the gold ones"

indicating that??? Marchy??? has prophetic visions?? and shares them with brett howden???? what the hell is happenign here i love this so much. (seriously this video has SO MUCH. keegan kolesar kissing marchessault on the face SO MUCH. jack and marchy beign sO romantic about Marchy's conn smythe win "I did it for - you did it for me." / "that's the best thing i've ever seen" and all the i love yous. I just. love them)

6. Jonas Rondbjerg - Ronny is just a really sweet, quiet HSK guy! he's not the main roster, so when he gets called up, he hangs with the guys he knows. He was best friends with Jake Leschyshyn before he got traded to the NYR.

Notable Guys who've been traded

Marc- Andre Fleury - found out he got traded on twitter. Known prankster. Everyone loves him, excellent but aging goalie who is going to retire after 24-25. After retirement, he's moving back to Vegas to live during the non-summer months. If he hadn't been a goalie, probably he'd have been captain. I love him so much and he tried to fight jordan binnington while he was on the Wild.

Reilly Smith - OG Golden Misfit, traded to VGK with Jonathan Marchessault. Jonathan Marchessault said of him that he was relieved when they got drafted / traded that wasn't scared to go to a new place bc he would know somebody. And when Smitty joined VGK for their White House Cup Visit, Jonathan said in the interview after "Everywhere he is is home a little bit"

Reilly started the Battle For Vegas, a charity baseball game during the summer, which is a great time which Jack Eichel took over since Smitty got traded. Said "What a time to be alive" with an absolutely blasted voice while on the ice right after they won the cup.

Max Pacioretty - Traded to Vegas after doing frankly a nuclear option with his prior agent (switching to Allan Walsh on draft day) because talks with Montreal had gotten so bad. was SO happy to be in Vegas. When Stone was traded in February, was kind of worried bc they'd been such rivals during their time in MTL & OTT respectively. but they were almost immediately complimentary of each other. They were best friends. Patch says that he knew, almost as soon as Mark came in that he was gonna be the captain. Which is WILD. Bc it had been almost 3 season without them having one. but Mark is their captain. He was right.

Ryan Reaves - is a GREAT room guy, and a WONDERFUL guy off the ice. Loves a prank. ate spicy chocolate. He's done B4V a couple of summers (he did it last year iirc) and it's just. Really sweet. A lot of these guys just. really really bonded for life during that first year, you know? I know that Belly is still friends with a bunch of the OG Misfits, and so is Reavo (he was pumped to play on the wild with flower, for instance). Reavo said that when mark stone fought tomas hertl that "Those hands aren’t made to fight; they’re made to dance. They’re supposed to be soft." basically "I'd rather they let ME do the fighting, their hands are meant for better things" like. ReAVO MY GUY. UGH.

i love him

Erik Haula - Another guy who does B4V, got traded to the Canes (who mistreated him) and is now with the Devils (who love him). Is still best friends with Karly.

Dylan Coghlan - came to VGK in the Erik Haula trade from the Canes system. Was VERY VERY good friends with the younger guys, Haguer, Roysie, Whitecloud, Keegan, Howden, etc. Went to a concert with Jack, Haguer, & HOwdy/ Also still does B4V and excels at it. Is a defensemen, but when we didn't have any forwards, filled in. I would know him by his teeth anywhere (very distinctive). adorable.

[echoequinox]

POKEMON DIZZY PART 4!!!!!

(Parts 1-3 are here :3)

With the path south open I bumped my way down to Vermillion and poked around a bunch. Grabbing the Old Rod from this guy made me go back to Cerulean to do the Old Rod quest and I started working on quests in Vermillion as well, lots of back and forth fetch-questy stuff but it felt good

I also used the PokeRadar to find a Fletchling, which meant this bad boy got me a quest to show off a Water/Fire type AND to trade in Cerulean to grab Bulbasaur! Which I fused with another Fletchling to make Fletchsaur but he was too ugly to put on camera 😔

Slowper is different though :) He deserves lots of screentime

And now I'm aboard the S.S. Anne! I did a lot of running around, back to Vermilion and Pewter City and shit for quests before finally making my way here. I cleared out every room I could find in the ship, just kind of grinding my way through guys, and my little waifish trainer is between these two big sailors ��

Also this is the Super Nerd who gave me the dome fossil back in Mt. Moon! He gave me the claw fossil this time :)

Interrupted some Girl Bestie Moments on the expensive cruise ship... 😳

AND THEN....... IT'S HOUDINI TIME

I love the fact that the rival and most of the gym leaders have really excitable, upbeat looks and Daisy's face is just SHADOWED like there's nothing behind those eyes, Quinn is full puppet-master mode at this point

AND THEN! An uneventful bit and then I fought Lt. Surge as well! I wish they'd made the trash can buttons a little less shitty but. That is truly the Vermilion Experience, I suppose.

AND I beat him first try 😎 It helps that I had Bellrow as my ground sweeper but also Polichu came in and did some work too

From finishing the S.S. Anne I got Cut, and for finishing Lt. Surge's gym I got the ability to use the HM Teleport! Which is just fly! So I've just been bouncing all over the place cutting trees and shit.

First was Pewter City where I got my dome and claw fossils resurrected, AND there was a lady in the back who asked me to help her get some Old Amber in Viridian Forest. It was overrun by Beedrill so we had to take them out 💪😤

I thought it was funny to see that someone just had a Pokemon named Sandra. :)

Earlier I caught a Buneary through the PokeRadar, and I thought "man that would be a fun Gardevoir fusion, but I'm terrified Lopunny would be too sexy..." But I decided to try anyway, and... my god.

MY WIFE. QUINN SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL... I considered switching her back, especially because Normal/Fairy is a pretty mid combo and doesn't give any STAB bonuses to Psychic moves but...... I want to keep her for a bit. Aftercare for Daisy's excruciating spider hypno antics

Also I found an egg in the Dark Cave and when I had it in my party it came up on the Teleport HM quickbar?? I thought that it was maybe an Abra in there but later it hatched into a Machop/Geodude which was lame and I boxed him lmao. Just a glitch I guess

I WAS TERRIFIED SHE WOULD BE TOO SEXY,,, BUT LOPVOIR IS SO FUCKING MOMMY IT'S UNREAL. SHE'S... SHE'S MY WIFE. MY GIRLFRIEND. MY DOMMY MOMMY-

It took me a couple tries entering and leaving but I did make it through Dark Cave and made it to Lavender Town! Always loved the aesthetic and the custom music they have for it has a sort of Minecraft-y vibe to it.

Also this kid said that the odd keystone let him talk to his dead grandma 😨 So I snatched that shit up and I'm gonna make a Spiritomb >:3

Earlier I grabbed the shears outside of Pewter City and I just got the pickaxe as well, which are little HM tools so I don't need to actually have a Pokemon with Cut or Rock Smash. Which is nice!

Also. I'm sorry for who I am as a person but this is kind of a weird kink run. I kind of really enjoy the idea of Daisy as the team's HM slave. Like realistically Quinn is the trainer and Daisy is there as more of a figurehead kind of thing so her being the one to use the HMs is very funny and makes sense to me.

Also I played so much blackjack... bro I love blackjack so much, I would absolutely gamble irl if I had any less self-control (the hypno girl has self-control, shocking, I know)

Took me a little while to grind out all the trainers (because I really like that it gives incentive to fight AS MANY as possible, not just for EXP but for potential trades, gifts, and rematches too!) but I made it to Celadon!

First I found a DITTO in a trash can!! Incredibly sad but mine now :) I'm gonna have a whole team of Gardevoirs lmao

I also really like this lady! She just kind of lives alone and has her Pokemon take care of her which I think is really cute.

Daisy 🤝 Her Pokemon Symbiosis

Also I just wanted to point out the writing in this game. As a creative writing major, I wanted to say that it's really neat what they did! The lore and gameplay interweave and make a lot of sense together, and also like! Writing for small text boxes is HARD. Big studios get around it by just. Making text boxes bigger, or text smaller, but being forced by constraints of an existing engine, and making it flow and feel good and funny and in the spirit of the original games takes some doing, AND it always feels like they inject a bit of their own personal character in as well.

(Like in addition to this funny rat line, there's a couple TV lines where it's like "There's a sitcom playing. The laugh track lets you know it's funny." and "There's a political debate on TV. ...Well it's time to get going!!" and it's always very fun)

I ended my adventure here at Celadon shopping center and my CURRENT TEAM IS THUS:

The Growlpix is the only thing that may go, as I may fuse Gardevoir with either an Arcanine or Ninetales depending on how I'm feeling.......

I also wanna start doing more LORE for Daisy and Quinn, like how I did this little lore post about how Daisy looks after the first couple of gyms.

I think maybe after every two gyms, something about Daisy changes to accommodate Quinn. The first two gyms saw Spider Quinn where she was mostly Spinarak and Ariados, and her spider-web puppet strings created psychic scarring along Daisy's arms and fingers to make her look more like a marionette, and I'm thinking perhaps this new bunny look may influence her as well in some way... we shall see.

[mr2swap]

Food made me happy

-Oh fuck! I really needed this! -I couldn't stand another day without having something and good food in my stomach, it's amazing that the coach is so cool to give me his body every time I need to satisfy myself.

Ever since I started high school I started to develop a little food addiction I think it's because of stress or at least that's what the school counselor told me. whenever i had a fight with my girlfriend, failed an exam, or heard my parents fight or argue about their divorce i used to fill my mouth with huge amounts of junk food to forget all my problems i knew it was not healthy but i didn't really mattered the food made me happy.

Sure it made me happy until I started putting on weight and started getting a lot slower in my football practices. The coach immediately noticed and called me into his office to talk, he knew something was wrong with me so he told me he wouldn't leave that office until I came clean with him.

The coach was always a kind person, perhaps a bit harsh and direct, but he was always there for all his students who needed help. It was really hard and embarrassing to admit that he had a problem with food but the look, the kind and understanding voice of the coach made it a little less difficult.

When I finished telling all my problems to the coach he smiled kindly at me and gave me a strange and magical solution, Right now the coach is playing against our rival school for the state championship. That was too much pressure so before the big game I decided to go to the coach's office so we could swap bodies.

I told him all my fears again and he took out a couple of necklaces with some strange red and blue stones, He said that he had bought them as a gift for his ex-wife in a trinket shop in the mall but when he discovered his strange powers He decided to keep the secret to himself and his students.

When we both had the necklaces on our necks the colors slowly inverted as well as our bodies, before my eyes I saw how the teacher slowly got younger, smaller and thinner while I got fatter, older, taller and grew a thick, unkempt beard on my face.

When the trade ended the trainer was in my young and fit body and I was now in his old fat body, maybe since me and the trainer traded places so I could let off steam the trainer's body had gained a couple of pounds and although He told me not to worry about it and to enjoy myself even though I felt a little embarrassed.

The trainer took off his clothes and was completely naked, since I received help from the trainer my body was never in better condition, I could train without any problem and every time I had a craving for something sweet or greasy I just had to talk to the trainer to take his body.

We had swapped bodies a bunch of times before so it was customary to have some extra clean clothes in my backpack but today I would be wearing my football uniform, while he dressed in my uniform I was still in my original clothes. Maybe next time I should take my clothes off before swapping bodies with the trainer because every time I swapped bodies with the trainer it was a long battle to get my pants off.

I looked down examining the trainer's body, right now I had the body of a 40 year old man but I felt more alive than ever, I had a huge, hairy, watery belly now thanks to the binge eating he fed me during our exchanges, the coach's body had changed rapidly since he started helping me maybe he should compensate for it somehow.

But all my doubts and fears quickly vanish when I relax in the coach's office for a full pepperoni pizza or a bucket of fried chicken. I'm sure the trainer is doing a fantastic job on my body. Summer vacations are coming and I don't think he can resist more than 3 days without the coach's body, maybe we can reach a deal and I could leave him my body for a week or 2....

Sup brothers! I wrote this story back in February and it's probably one of my favorites, If you want to read all the stories they've written since then check out my patreon, I also have a Discord server in case anyone wants to contact me or check out my new stories.

[atelliernana]

Spring Day

Todoroki Shouto x Reader

Reblogs are appreciated 🥺

A part 3 of To the Beautiful You

Its been 5 months since your wedding anniversary.

5 months since the morning after you drunk yourself off and woke up to a distressed Shouto muttering curses here and there as he try to fight off the hot oil jumping off the pan.

5 months since you lowered down the heat on the stove and asked him to set the table while the food cooks. The table being set though is the one on the porch of your backyard - a medium sized low table wood worked and handcrafted by the Jet Black hero, Tsukoyomi as a wedding gift for the two of you. As the garden at your new home was greatly designed witj a variety of flowers and greens with a koi pond daintily stretched across a quarter of the land, it provided a relaxing environment that soon enough it became your favorite place in the house. Because of how often you stay there, bringing food has always been the norm thus the low table Tsukoyomi gave has been moved from storage room and has became a useful companion to you during morning coffee time and afternoon tea time.

Shouto left you with no time to wonder why the dining table was not set as you asked as he grab the plate of food from your hands and grab your other hand to lead you down the coridor leading to the backyard. You almost forgot the callous hands wrappinga around your own as Shouto place the food down and lifted up a fresh pot of roses. A pot as in the whole bunch of roses still planted down to the roots.

"I know you prefer your flowers planted than in bouquets so i got you this from the farmers market down fhe road"

"You knew?"

"I remembered on our first date, you stared at the flower shop we passed by and i was about to buy you a rose when you said flowers are more beautiful alive"

That was a random musing from you back then, you didn't expect him to remember that.

As if reading your mind, your husband scratches the back of his neck as he replied, "I know i dont seem like it but i remember a lot of things about you. I think more about you than i let on"

"You think about me?"

"You're my wife, of course i think about you. Although actions may have been a better way to show it but i do care about you. I'm sorry for missing our anniversary and for most nights that i wasnt here for you"

You don't remember what the miso soup you had that morning tasted like or how the sun shone brighter that morning, all you remember is how for the first time in forever you finally felt the marital bliss that all newly married couples talked about. For the first time in forever, you felt alive.

And now 5 months later here you are on another morning with Shouto in the kitchen, this time he doesnt struggle with the hot oil. His back to yours as he stir the pot of soup in front of him. The sunlight casting an immaculate aura on his frame.

You stay in your place as you quietly admire him from a distance - as you've always had your entire life.

Quietly and from afar, because no matter how many mornings it has been since he started joining you for breakfast you can't stop the feeling of fear that if you thread closer all of it will disappear.

No matter how many smiles he give you as he greet you good morning, you can't help but think that 'ah you'll wake up soon'. That it was all a dream and you'll open your eyes to the ceiling of your bedroom staring back at you.

Because for most of your life, your dreams have always remained dreams no matter how hard you work on them. You've been deemed unlucky by the feng shui person hired by your mother in preparation to finding your then would-be husband. They said luck rarely smiled upon you and you will have to work your hardest to get anything you want, finding a good husband would probably cost you your entire luck for the rest of your life.

And perhaps you indeed trade in all your good luck when you married Shouto but you found yourself not caring at all. Because Shouto was worth it.

You loved him then and you love him now. And if you have to trade your life next just to stay with him like this, you wouldn't even give it a second thought.

And as you take your step towards him, the expanse of his back coming in closer, you wondered what it'd be like to ran your fingers on it and maybe even write your name on it.

Consumed in all your feelings, you extend your hands towards him and as it nearly lands on his shirt clad back, you snapped out from your daydreams and quickly pull your hand back.

'What had you been thinking?! That was dangerous what if Shouto got startled? What if he disliked being touched like that? What if he turned and glared at you? What it he stops having breakfast because you dont know boundaries? What if-'

As you got lost in the reverie of your what ifs and self admonisment, you didnn't realize that Shouto has now turned to face you, stepped closer into your space, and has now wrapped his arms around you.

"Y/n, breathe. Its okay, breathe with me"

His soothing voice wakes you up and you found yourself following his commands. You inhale and exhale with him, matching the rise and fall of his chest with your own.

Lost in the midst of your thoughts you failed to notice how your overthinking had quickly become into a full panic attack and had Shouto not turned and seen how ragged your breathing is and how color began to drain from your skin, you would have found yourself on the floor - passed out and completely unaware.

Yet instead, here you are breathing in sync with your Shouto. His arms around your back. His scent flooding your senses and his voice floating in your head. You melt into his embrace and your thoughts surrender themselves.

Its gonna be okay.

[bakingandbooks3]

A Court of Song and Serpents

A bit short but the begging of a project I'm SO excited for- hope you love this as much as I do.

Summary: What a time to be alive as Nesta Archeron, going backward to move forward and finding that the places she once called home are now empty tombs.

Nesta

Nesta held her breath for a moment, a pause, and stilled entirely. The Court of Nightmares. She knew the verdict would be severe, but never would she have expected exile to a world of terror. The horrors of that place, of how it was once the main residence of the High Lord- till Rhysand.

Rhysand, the man who boasted of lands bountiful with choice and reason, now sat across from her donning unmasked hatred. A look he kept shielded from his mate, reserved just for Nesta. The kind that rips one apart from the inside out, would carve out the belly of a beast, burn a witch on a wooden pyre.

Nesta felt nothing, she always did. It wasn’t hard to see what he was thinking of her, how his beautiful wife’s wretched sister was little more than a gambling thief who slept her way through his glorious city. Now, fingers smeared that blank canvas so pure of her darkest shades.

Eyes flicking back, she studied that same sister. The Cursebreaker, the Savior.

How small and insignificant she became next to the glimmering shining thing Feyre was. The lands spoke of her beauty and kind touch, and how she sacrificed everything to save a world of people, and Fae that she was raised to despise.

Nesta wished it’d be known that her touch wasn’t always kind.

She built her bricks firm enough that her house of grace never shattered; Held firm, it was all she had left in her. Too many eyes on her filled with grief, excitement, retribution-Nesta was keenly aware of how this Court of Dreams felt of her.

“This is an exile.”

Rhysand's smirk peaked so slightly, his mate tensing.

“No, no. This is an intervention, a chance for you to find yourself away from bad influences and habits. You can’t keep living like this, and I refuse to let it continue happening and I take the fall for it. Your decisions are impractical and immoral. You are sober much less than you are drunk and-”

“If you’re going to condemn me, do it. But don’t sit here and act as if this is out of kindness.” Nesta snarled. She hated the barbed words, but it’s what she felt. “Who are you to question my morality?”

“I think I can speak for my wife when I say that your presence here is….” Rhysand growled but pulled back, like he forgot Feyre was right there, too.

Nesta wished he would’ve let go, so maybe that facade Rhys reserved for Feyre was broken. No, that’s cruel. As much as she hated this and him, he was making her sister happy.

Something Nesta could never do.

“I do not give a shit what my presence is doing. The decision has already been made, so stop scolding me like a child and make good on your word, Rhysand.” Bile rose in her throat, the words feeling nothing but slimy and disgusting. Foreign, yet habitual all the same. Sometimes, she forgets there once was a woman called Nesta who was so much more than the viper living in her now.

Sometimes she remembers that she can’t ever be her again.

Home was nowhere for her, not in a person, not in a place, certainly not in this bombastic group of “heroes”. Nesta didn’t need a hero, she just needed someone to care. But Nesta knew better, no one would. She was taught to be unlovable, just a woman to be sold off and married- to climb her mothers' ever-growing social ladder.

But Nesta on her own was never enough, even with her mother six feet under and rotted away there were unsung expectations unmet. She was a catastrophic failure and a dark smear on a family name that never truly held weight to her.

Nesta looked up, felt everything all at once again, could only see one man pacing a worn-through tether between them. He wasn’t going to stop this, but she could see it, how it looked like he wanted to jump out of his own flesh, the veins of his arm prominent and knuckles normally so brown a new fresh fallen snow.

There was no prince to save Nesta, much less any will to save herself. So when Mor took the pleasure of bringing her to a living Hell, Nesta did not fight.

She was tired of fighting, after all, she fought an inescapable fate for the first twenty years of her life…

Flowers always made Nesta sneeze, but Elain lit like lights during winter whenever she could thread them through her hair. They all symbolized something, Laine would say. There are ones for good days, and hard storms, for sunshine and stars.

Nesta was always adorned in flowers that paralleled the estate. Astute, cold, tired, where she was warm, comforting, and smelled like cookies- ones that Celia normally baked for the sisters. She never asked Laine why she picked the ones for her that she did, her reasons would stay silent for now.

Spring was a high time of activity in the Archeron estate. There was always a flurry of activity, from preparing their mothers' obscene balls, to guests at every corner in every room. The halls were sprinkled in candles and on walls hung frames nearly kissing it was packed so tight.

They were in the gardens. It was an Elain day, as the girls would call it, and no matter how boring or mundane her wishes were they’d be fulfilled. Nesta was propped on the floor in front of Laine, who was bunching handfuls to weave in tangled auburn coils that gathered on Nesta’s head- as a bird's nest would.

Eventually, Nesta would have to learn braids or risk knotting the curls entirely.

The eldest basked in the silence she created from mentally muting her middle sister, and spared a glance at Feyre. What she saw was not surprising, but required far more willpower than she expected to not burst into laughter and risk the flowery rat's nest on her scalp.

Feyre appeared to be so bored out of her mind she was eating discarded flowers of Elains. Actually, ingesting them, as if she was a critique. When Elain wasn’t looking at Feyre, she’d grab another couple and study them- analyzing her next experiment. Glaring at the blues and yellows as if she was speaking to them, “Which one of you will make me puke the fastest so I can run away?”

In time, Feyre looked up from her taste tests to see Nesta grinning at her so violently you’d think Feyre hung the moon.

And Feyre beamed back, crossing a pinkie across her chest and pointing it back to Nesta. Then she viciously spit out the grass she’d just finished chewing, crying directly at Laine, “This MUST stop at once, my stomach hurts far too much to continue on here.”

Elain, in a garden so quiet, simply ignored her sister's poor attempts at escape. Making Nesta work even harder to stifle the shaking of her shoulders, covering her mouth and nose before she started wheezing. Elain would hardly hurt a fly but sent Nesta a glare that could’ve easily killed a man.

Nesta cleared her throat, “I do believe there are more of the blue flowers down that hill near the pond. Would you mind getting some more for Laine?”

Feyre was already on her feet, mouthing her thanks as Elain turned her back to get the next bunch of flowers, “Why of course I will!” And with a very bad curtsey, Feyre threw off her shoes and was rolling down the hill, spinning wildly, her laughter sure to be heard in meadows far beyond theirs.

You would find the Archeron sisters all together, or never in the same place.

Laine was the easiest to find, by the waters or pond on the east side, in gardens surrounded with bugs and willows calling to the young girl. She could hardly read but if the text included any mention of colors and blooms, suddenly she was a scholar. Elain was not simple or dull, but rather a passive spirit, like a summer wind- brief, fleeting, but teeming with love and hope.

Feyre, as their mother said, was a reckless wild child. Far too young to care, far too small to be whipped into shape. If you were sent to find her and your life depended on it, may the Mother bless you. Feyre liked the kitchen, because of the immaculate food and maids who would shove any sweet down the littlest Archerons throat. But, also for the immeasurable amount of sharp items to be found in there. If it was pointy and could stab a wall or scare their ice-cold mother, Feyre would be running the halls with it in hand or making targets of her fathers old trade route maps.

Then there was Nesta, the firstborn. Molded to be another woman that she somehow couldn’t fit, as if her feet were too big or hair too long, Nesta was outgrowing the standards forged into her being. You would see her as a ghost, floating in and out of rooms, comfortable in silence and slumber, but never escaping people. She loved the maids and could recite all of their names like clockwork, and the workers loved her in turn. Always stuck in new worlds between pages or willingly dragged by the two youngers, Nesta teemed with liberation. She was often alone, but never lonely, and found new loves in the library or in the fields beyond marble confines.

Adela was constantly dissatisfied with her eldest's progress inside these walls, as if at eight she should’ve already been engaged to a prince. Granted, Adela knew better. Nesta would never truly find another kingdom to buy into when she already had a crown waiting for her elsewhere. She was known as fair and beautiful beyond her years, would age like fine wine, and become so much greater than Adela ever was. What Nesta saw as fit would normally come to be, an instinct Adela was unprepared she would inherit. Nothing left her more confused than this daughter only by blood, who was hated by both her parents for reasons far from the same, and how at less than ten years had an entire mansion wrapped around her fingers.

But Adela would wait, and simply leave them be for now. When viper's strike, they kill. And even though the Matron of the house wanted her little queen gone, she had other ways to see this through.

Anyways, children's blood on her hands would stain her diamonds.

---

Cassian

Cassian was violently fucking ill. Watching whatever the fuck that was did not help in the slightest. The second she was gone, so was he.

The General and High Lord were not on speaking terms, his presence was an obligation and not a request. When Rhys first displayed his plans, Cassian just about murdered him. Had his brother on the table in a chokehold that the Shadowsinger had to come and release Rhys from. The way his so-called family planned her exile was… horrific.

Cassian was full of light and humor, but not dull the way his family made him out to be. He could see this for what it was, punishing an already broken female for not meeting every damn need of a fully grown woman that was no longer her responsibility. Cass knew better than to downplay the sacrifices Feyre made, but he was also well aware that Nesta's habits were hardly a financial problem and more of a reputation scandal.

That’s what the High Lord did best, when his Court was breaking at the bonds, the mess would “disappear”. Just like the Illyrians hidden in the mountains, the displaced families of Spring, the homeless warriors of Night.

Cassian loved his brother, but more often than not he wondered when Fate would come to bite them in the asses for Rhys’ neglect.

Now, here he was, in his mothers' cabin, wings dragging behind him wiping tears long since shed over a woman who was thrown to the wolves and torn into so many scraps he wasn’t sure how he could put her together again.

He missed his Nesta, the one who threw glares and begged for her people, not this one who hardly spoke and caved into herself enough that she couldn’t see where she was heading.

Cassian fingered for his mug in the wooden cabinets and hit his mark, soon placing water to heat over a small fire over the counter.

He was not okay, not okay at all.

When you look for something in the dark for too long, you eventually find what you need but not always in the way you expect. Cassian coped the same as Nesta Archeron in his first years post-war. It was suffocating trying to be the happy one while dying inside. He watched men he looked up to fall and a lover he admired take her last breath- too much in far too little time. Cassian was not an idiot, he was simply perplexed. Why was he allowed to grieve in unacceptable manners, but Nesta was a sinner in holy clothing?

Bright walls and unlit rooms in the house were silent, only the winds of the mountains singing outside. The newly dusted snow wrapped the dirt in a delicate kiss- a forbidden touch. It was the peak of winter, just after Feyre’s birthday and another insufferable party.

One that Nesta wasn’t invited to.

Cassian wished he wasn’t invited either.

The cup in his hands was dwarfed in comparison to the bulky Illyrian holding it, but at least it was warm. At least it wasn’t empty.

Because if there was one thing he knew, it could always be worse.

Cassian knew that if things were a little different, he’d be the one sitting in a prison of darkness and Hell because of mistakes made as a child. He’d be exiled by family, cast away by the only living remains of a life once lived.

Nesta didn’t know but long before this he had called it even, their sins atoned for in hurting each other equally.

She was the only one in the world who could tell which smiles he was faking.

To anyone on the outside, one kiss was merely that. How curious it was, the iceberg went far deeper.

So when the mug crashed against the wall, and in its wake resembled his inner turmoil, Cassian took to the skies and found himself at the door of a place far too familiar.

.

.

.

AHHHHHHHH OMG OKAY hope you guys enjoyed this:) if you want to be added to the tag list let me know!

@lovemeforever12345 @champanheandluxxury @nahthanks@perseusannabeth@queenestarcheron@silvernesta

@loosingdreams@sayosdreams@audreycressworth@cyra04@that-golden-lyre@nessiantrashh@misswonderflower@dontgetsalmonella@caram267@bickbickbarnes@sabrinasam-blog

[frisbee-camp]

Let Me Help

AO3 Link//Wattpad Link

Tj and Cyrus have been friends for a long time, but will that change after life comes crashing down and impulsive decisions catch up to them? (Angst, Ambi, love notes, slow burn, aged up so they're all in high school, god tier ships, mental health, and like a whole bunch more ladies! Let’s get this angst.)

Chapter 6 Why do you even care?

Cyrus had had a rough week, but this episode wasn't nearly as bad as usual. He had spent Monday in bed but was walking Nala by Wednesday. His parents had noticed but chose to give him space, they only opened his door to give him his dinner. During times like these, his mom always gave him encouraging post-it notes with pictures of cute dogs and quotes saying "You matter" and "Even waking up is an accomplishment." Cyrus' roughest episode was after his brother had died, he had spent two weeks in the dark and didn't feel like himself for another year, that was when he was 13. That was when his parents had decided to put him on SSRI's.  "Hey there champ," Todd had said as Cyrus was finishing up the homework Buffy had dropped off. Cyrus was sitting on his bed with Nala in his lap. Having her there always made the world feel more manageable. Cyrus looked small and beaten down. He knew he had nothing to be sad about, but he felt horrible anyways. It was as if the sadness of seven billion people had been transported to his chest, it was unbearable. In a small voice, he said, "Hi." "Hey, honey. Feeling any better?" his mom said as both of his parents sat on the bed. His sets of parents tended to trade off on this after-depressive-episode-speech. Cyrus closed his book and held his breath, "Yea" he said under his breath. "Honey we've talked about this. You can't keep going off your meds whenever you feel like. They're there to help you" His mom had said as she gently finger-combed his hair. "Yea I know mom," He knew it was a mistake to stop taking them, but he just wanted some control over his life.  "Cyrus, what is it? Why have you gotten so distant? Is it the teenager thing or something else?" Todd said as he sat next to his wife. Cyrus shrugged, his eyes started to water. Don't be so lame he thought what is it this time anyway? Why do you always have to be such a baby? "Let's try another question," his mom said gently "why'd you go off your meds Cy? You haven't touched them at all this year. You know this always happens when you go off them." Cyrus looked up at the ceiling for inspiration, hope, courage, anything he didn't have. "I-" he started, but he couldn't finish, his tears had caught up with him. He sobbed into Nala's fur. "I-" he tried again, only to get caught on his own emotions, "I don't know, I-" he felt his parents rub his back, he felt their compassion." I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry." he pleaded to no one in particular. He didn't know what was happening to him, everything felt like too much, too little, too confusing. It was too much for a 15 year old. "What do you need from us, Cyrus?" His mom said as she brushed his bangs back, He couldn't look into her eyes. "We're here for you, all four of us." All Cyrus could do was nod and cry. Normal he thought, I just want to be normal. Cyrus had spent a good part of the week wallowing in his own misery, but he was feeling more like himself after he had cried in front of his parents. He spent the rest of that day finishing homework and texting his friends. Andi and Buffy (and even Jonah) had made sure to flood his phone with dumb vine compilations and cat videos. Andi had even come over to give him his very own flower crown, complete with daisies and baby's breath. They had crowned him 'Prince of the Good Hair Kingdom.' Even Nala had gotten a little crown. Buffy had dropped off his homework and hugged him for twenty minutes straight, she knew her words wouldn't help him. Jonah had flood his dm's with cat videos and frisbee videos, occasionally cats playing frisbee and anything else Jonah thought was entertaining. Cyrus had expected his friends to contact him, but he didn't expect TJ to text him at all that week, he didn't think he'd notice his absence. Cyrus felt as though he couldn't reply to TJ's messages. Sure, he had spilled his guts to him the other night, but their friendship was just different. He didn't want him to see him like this. He liked the idea of TJ thinking he was as put together as his outfits. Buffy, Andi, and Jonah all knew he wasn't perfect, but TJ had only seen him fall apart once, and that time wasn't even that bad. The next day, the good hair crew had decided to get ready for Amber's party at Buffy's house. Jonah would meet them there. "You know," Buffy said as she helped Andi get into their elaborate jumpsuit, "I really do hope we all have fun tonight, let loose and stuff." "Did Buffy Driscoll just tell us to let loose?" Cyrus had said exasperated, he was sitting on the floor surrounded by Andi's makeup, he had just finished doing his hair. He was smiling again. "Yeah, I'm cool." Buffy said, Andi and Cyrus both laughed, "You guys! This is our first real high school party, we should enjoy it and all its trashy perfection. We've worked hard! We deserve to get completely wasted. Plus, we told our parents we'd be at Andi's right? So we're good" Buffy was now rambling to herself. "Buffy, we're fine," Andi said, "we're supposed to do trashy teenage stuff. It's part of the American school system." "I for one, am not going to get wasted. I don't want everyone from school to see me like that! I have an image to keep up" Cyrus said. "Whatever you say Cy" Buffy said, "Just know that when you do get trashed, we'll have your back." Around 9pm and after eating two bags of pepperoni pizza rolls, Andi, Buffy, and Cyrus walked to the address Amber had sent Andi. "I thought this was Amber's party?" Buffy noted as they reached the door. It was a seemingly normal house on the outside, but Cyrus could already hear the trap music moving the ground. "Me too," Andi said as the door opened. "HEEEYYYYYY" Screamed Iris.  "Iris?!" Cyrus stood with his mouth agape. When was the last time he had seen her? "Oh my god! Cyrus! You're so tall now! Come in come in." She gave them all light hugs and motioned for them to come in. "Is this your party?" Andi said. "Oh yeah, Amber didn't tell you? My parents are out this weekend. Everyone's in the living room right now. Drinks are in the kitchen. You know the drill." She turned to walk towards what Cyrus assumed to be the living room. He could smell the teenage musk from here. "Oh! and upstairs is off limits" she added smiling. When was the last time he had talked to her? Did she know he was gay? Probably, right? Cyrus thought about taking twenty shots right then and there, seeing Iris embarrassed him beyond repair. Seeing her reminded him of his failed attempt at a love life. He didn't want to think about his love life, but seeing her flooded him with reminders of his faults and insecurities. Plus Iris probably thought he was still a nerd. Had she told people he was a nerd? Or that he was a bad kisser. Oh god, what if she told everyone he was a bad kisser? "Okay team, Amber should be here soon, same with Marty and- Cyrus? Are you okay?" Andi waved their hand in front of his face. "Me? Cyrus Goodman? I'm great. There's a reason we're called Goodman, because we're good, always chilling, like surfer brahs ya know how it is," Cyrus said as he nervously looked around the living room. He saw a couple people he knew from his classes, but most of the people there were in the grade above them. People had been trickling in behind them and he noticed that the room was not big enough for all of them. He felt cramped. Why did he think this was a good idea? OH my god he thought what if TJ's not coming and i'm left alone as the fifth wheel? Buffy and Andi had made their way into the circle people had created in the living room. Cyrus sat down next to them. Soon enough, Amber, Jonah, Marty, and TJ had shown up. "Hey" TJ said as he sat on the other side of the circle. "Hey" Cyrus had responded. For some reason, TJ wasn't looking at Cyrus at all. Cyrus noticed that Rester had shown up too, he looked away. "Okay ladies and gentlemen" Iris had said, "This game is called 'Buffalo-" Cyrus had stopped paying attention to whatever stupid drinking game Iris had come up with, he was now looking at TJ. Tj was in a corner talking with Reed and Lester, they were smoking something, but that wasn't was Cyrus was angry about. Cyrus felt betrayed by TJ, how is it that he spent so much time worrying about him only to not want to talk to him? Why was he hanging out with Rester again? Cyrus felt someone nudge his side and pass him a red cup that smelled like grape cough syrup, he tasted it and grimaced. He looked over at TJ with his dumb perfect hair, who was now laughing with Reed and Lester and took a big gulp of what tasted faintly of coke. "Andi, I want you to know-wait, Marty, Buffy! I want you guys to know that like you're my bestest friends in the world and like, You guys. The world is so hard you know? And like dogs are so good and stuff but everything is still hard even though we have dogs" Cyrus didn't remember where he was, all he knew was that it was somehow darker inside and everything was fuzzier. He didn't really know where his drinks were coming from, but he didn't care. "I just- love you guys so much" Cyrus was talking to his friends who were all on Iris' couch nodding in serious agreement. They too had rub cups scattered around them. Am I on the floor? Cyrus vaguely remembered seeing Andi and Amber laughing hysterically, if he thought back hard enough he could even remember seeing Buffy smile and pet at Marty's face while he twisted his fingers into her curls. He vaguely remembered seeing Jonah dancing and laughing with Walker. He thought he saw them holding hands too, but it could've just been his imagination. He definitely remembered them basically sitting on each other and he definitely remembered laying on the floor alone. He could hear the other party-goers talking and laughing but only vaguely, everything was a little cloudy, dreamlike even. It was as though this house didn't exist in this dimension, as if anything that happened here wasn't real. "Hey," Cyrus heard from above him. He could see blond hair. "T?" Cyrus slurred. He tried to sit up but his body had suddenly gotten a hundred pounds heavier, so he stayed on the floor. His eyes focused a bit. "No," Cyrus could see Reed move his mouth "it's Reed dude, you're like sooo out of it. You should drink some water bro." Cyrus hummed and closed his eyes. He thought about how Alcohol made gravity work ten times better. "Reed I don't like you," Cyrus said. Reed chuckled a bit and said, "Okay bro" as he helped Cyrus sit up. Cyrus kept his eyes closed, but he noticed that Reed had brought him something to drink that didn't smell like medicine. "Hey" Reed said again, "dude, are you good?" "I don't like you, you're mean," Cyrus said. "Yea I got that thanks." "You messed up my hair," Cyrus said as he opened his eyes a bit and looked over at Reed. "I'm sorry about that," Reed said, "hey who's taking you home? Do you have somewhere to go?" "Hey! What are you doing to him?" Cyrus heard someone say to Reed. He didn't understand some of the words but he didn't care. He closed his eyes again. "Did you give him something?" He heard the same voice say. "Yo, chill. I just gave him water. I was just trying to help. Why do you care so much anyway?" Reed said. Cyrus heard his voice grow more distant. There was yelling and cursing and he thought he heard someone scream, but it felt far away. Everything felt so far away. "Whatever Reed fuck off. Your shit was shit by the way!" Cyrus heard the voice get closer "Cyrus? Hey. It's TJ." The voice kneeled in front of him. "Oh," Cyrus said "Tyler James" Cyrus saw his arm move to touch TJs head. He grinned and sang "your're jealousssss" "And you're drunk," TJ said. "Ooo says the jealous boyyy. You cangetme water too" Cyrus laid on the floor again. He liked the floor. It was comfortable. "Okay Cyrus. How much have you had?" "Uuuhhhh like a lil lil lil bitty bitty bit, I'm not even that drunk." "Underdog, you're on the floor right now." "And you're up there. So tall.  Like a building," Cyrus laughed and blinked slowly, Cyrus could barely hear the music.  "Uh huh now come on, get up" TJ tried to get Cyrus to stand up, but all he could do was him to sit up. Cyrus looked at him and asked "Am I really your favorite person?" Before throwing up on TJ's shirt. "Oh my god. Okay Cyrus I think it's time for you to go. Who's taking you home? Andi? Buffy?" TJ said as he sat on the floor next to him. Cyrus didn't understand what words were being said to him and whether or not he was supposed to respond so he just grinned and said "You have pretty eyes" TJ blushed furiously and called to someone. Cyrus felt himself get lifted away, and next thing he knew he was in a car and then in a bed and then he was asleep.

[rtarara]

I'm 16 and a lesbian and in your bio it says that you're married and every time I see it I feel validated and hopeful for the future and I just wanted you to know that it makes a difference to me almost every day

You are so incredibly valid!!!! (And very sweet with this message). There are so many girls out there who are like you, even if it doesn’t seem like it now. Society does so much to tear young wlw down for not existing straightly, but girls will so love you for who you are and it’s amazing. 

I realize that I don’t think I’ve actually talked about my wife and I very much on my blog (since it’s so fandomy). I figure this is a chance to change that and give you a little bit of our story. If you’d want that. Feel free to ignore it, anonymous friend. 

My wife and I got married last July, but we’ve been together for almost 7 years. We actually met on a silly fandom crack RP. It was for Legend of the Seeker, actually. Total shit show of an RP as the FBI was contacted at one point, but we started talking and then we were talking all the time. Then THAT was a shit show because I totally thought we were sort of casually online dating and she didn’t know she was REALLY a lesbian (not just playing one on an RP) because she was raised in a conservative christian household. 

It’s hilarious in retrospect, but I cried a bunch at the time. It only took her like a week of me cutting off the dating type parts of our activity, and after giving her time to thing, being like ‘are we doing this or not?’ for her to say yes. I flew her out to see me a month or so later and it went really well. 

It was really a lot of fun. I took her to the science museum and we played on the exhibits and looked out over the city skyline. I took her walking around my neighborhood, which was different for her as it was the gay part of town and it was crazy to her that we weren’t the only gay couple holding hands and walking near the shops. I took her out to meet some of my fam and check out where I grew up. I played her at poker for our first kiss (betting a kiss on the cheek or a hug each hand until it slowly escalated - I card sharked her a bit since I’m pretty decent at poker, but I don’t think she minded her first first kiss going down that way as it was smooth and romantic and I’m honestly amazed I pulled ANYTHING smooth off as I liked her so so much). 

A one week stay turned into two, but then she went home for a few months with plans to return. There was LOTS of Skyping and phone calls and the like. We got to know each other more. 

We didn’t mean to u-haul it as she was just going to stay with me while job hunting and then get her own place, but the economy TANKED so we lived together in a tiny studio apt for about a year. It was in a nice part of town, but it snowed inside sometimes and we had like…a tiny electric heater because we couldn’t afford to run the baseboard heat. We didn’t mind too much as we just stayed snuggled up and cuddling each other the whole time. 

It was tough, but I got into grad school and we moved to a nicer place. She STILL had trouble getting a job. Honestly, we were pretty broke and I anxiety fried my brain and we had a really bad year and almost split (kinda did for a hot minute, but we don’t count it). I needed support and time to heal so we traded and my wife worked and I housewifed. We moved to Florida where she got an actual good job offer and got hitched. We’d been engaged for like 4-5 years at that point, but neither of us really wanted a big thing and the move was a great excuse to elope. The courthouse wedding was honestly fabulous and perfect and zero percent annoying. 

So that’s where we are now. I’m working on starting an online education business with a friend that I used to work for and she’s working and becoming more amazing all the time (she works in the medical field and totally helps save lives and stuff). I keep her weird night shift schedule as best I can so she doesn’t get lonely. 

It’s not always easy, but it’s so worth it. Not all relationships are like those soft lesbian moodboards you see going around, but that’s ours 90+% of the time. Lots of cuddles and watching silly shows. I like to put her name in silly songs and sing them terribly at her with ridiculous dances. She does the sam eback. I tell her bedtime stories when she can’t sleep and she pretty much always lets me be the little spoon. We’re also basically old people and do things like going to a glass museum or similar. 

The other 10% is one of us getting sad or me being a total anxiety case (she’s sweet to me and helps by taking me places when I get too anxious to drive and making calls for me sometimes). It’s really supportive knowing someone is 100% in your corner and not something I ever imagined considering me parents marriage and what I’ve seen from straight people both IRL and in the media. 

My wife and I have never called each other names or yelled at each other. We use our I statements. I can only speak for mine, but I don’t think gay marriages go quite the same ways as most straight ones. My wife and I watch straight cis people and all I can say is straight people are ridiculous with the gender roles and straight…things that they do. 

What we did and what you’ll get to do one day, dear anon, is figure out what you want and need your relationship to be. It might not be anything like you expected. Mine sure as heck isn’t. I didn’t know that someone would still love and support me, even if I had anxiety issues being so difficult or if I put on a bit more weight sometimes. I didn’t know how much you can work through without giving up if you’re willing to put the work in. It’s still a work in progress and I think it always might be, but that’s good. Anon, I hope you realize that you deserve the best and that it’s out there for you one day. 

I’m about if you want to hit my ask box again or send me a message :)