#It’s really amazing how they can tell a story in just 7 minutes

[shima-draws]

I started watching Bluey and when I say I was absolutely fucking ENLIGHTENED.

Me: Bluey’s such a popular show and even my adult friends like it…but why?? Isn’t it just a show for preschoolers

Me, after watching one (1) episode: OH….I UNDERSTAND NOW…..

[revelboo]

Hii! You don't have to respond if you don't want to, I just wanted to say that I've just recently found your blog and I love it! The writing style is amazing, and I adore your stories 💕

I'm really a fan of your Armada Starscream and Seeker trine stories, and can't wait for their updates! Do you plan on working on them soon?

(I'm not sure if you have a posting schedule, and I don't really want to annoy, so sorry (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠))

Nah, you’re fine. I need to update both probably. I don’t really have an update schedule, I just have 20 or so drafts at any given time at this point that I poke at in my down time.

Even If It Kills Me Pt 7

Armada Starscream x Reader

• Lying flat on his back on his berth and staring at the ceiling, he tries to figure out what had gone wrong. Possibly it was deciding to carry you with him and to let you sleep on his chassis since you’re always shivering. It was a practical decision and that’s all. You were cold. At some point Runway had left his berth and crawled up on him too, though, waking him. He hadn’t had the spark to shoo the mini-con away. Maybe that was where he’d made his mistake. Because now there’s a human sprawled on him, face and an arm across his neck mesh. Runway’s head on the small of your back. Sonar somehow ended up draped across his helm, a ped dangling against his cheek. And Jetstorm is lying on Runway’s legs. All four of them using him as their nest. And strangely, he can’t even be mad about it, because it’s oddly warm. Almost a feeling of belonging he’s not felt in a long time.

• Warm, you stretch and something against your back warbles and throws an arm across you. One of your adult ‘kids.’ Because even though they have their own berths, somehow you wake up tangled in a pile of mini-cons hogging your blankets every morning. Figure it’s that you’re their size so they’ve adopted you as one of them. Fingers brushing against something warm, you open your eyes. Head tipping back as it takes you a minute to realize you’re staring at Starscream’s chin. That you’re sprawled on him along with the mini-cons. Sitting up Runway chirps a protest, trying to drag you back down.

• “Hey,” you greet him. Little face reddening, he watches you lay a hand on Runway’s head. “You make a pretty good bed,” you add. Is that supposed to be a compliment? He has no idea how to respond. Isn’t about to say that he’d liked the feel of all four of you curled against him. That he likes having you and the mini-cons about instead of being alone with his thoughts. That he’d recharged better with the beat of your heart to focus on. No, he can’t say any of that. Ever. Venting roughly as you slide off of him and the min-cons follow to trail after you with unhappy chirps. Not at all surprised when Runway grabs the back of your shirt before you get too close to the edge of the berth. Sitting up, he picks you up and sets you down on the floor, and patiently also moves the mini-cons down one by one even though he knows they can get down on their own. But they like the attention, actually reaching to be picked up like sparklings. Because you’re ruining them fussing over them all the time even if he can’t make himself out a stop to it.

• Stretching, you turn to find Starscream watching you with a frown. Like you’re a puzzle he can’t figure out and it bothers him. “You were cold. That’s all,” he mutters, sitting back and looking away. You were cold and he’d noticed and down something about it when he didn’t have to. There’s no figuring out what’s going on in his head. The only thing you’re sure of is how uncomfortable he is in dealing with you. Unable to tell if he doesn’t care for humans or if he’s just that awkward and gruff all the time.

• “Thanks for putting up with me.” Wings flicking, he vents at you. Always thanking him for doing necessary things, like you think you’re a burden. He doesn’t really understand it any more than when you insist on treating the mini-cons like sparklings. Like your sparklings even though he’s told you that they’re adults. And they’re not exactly helping, seeming to love the attention. Standing, he tries to ignore the warmth in his spark as you smile at him. Knows he’ll let you sleep on him again. You and the mini-cons. Because you’re all his to protect and care for and it’s a new fragile, feeling. Like home.

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[jweekgoji]

Hello! Your writing is amazing! Can I request a yandere Sentinel Prime with a femme reader who has an overprotective Sire? Her sire does not care about who Sentinel is and clearly does not like him and it pisses Sentinel off. Take your time!

Yandere!Sentinel Prime/Femme!Reader with an overprotective sire [hcs]

tw: yandere behavior, mentions of manipulation, jealousy, very brief violence, possesiveness. word count: ~890 a/n: for some reason, I can see Ultra Magnus being this father figure, hehe. thank you for request, Anon~ smoooooch

Your sire doesn't like Sentinel? Well, that certainly wasn't in the plans for him. He expects everyone to treat him like a royalty and look up at him, so when someone treats him differently, it kinda catches off guard.

I don't think yandere!Sentinel will go into his 'killing mode' the moment he sees an obstacle, mainly because he's sure he can take care of that in a classy way.

Sentinel is definitely that guy who really wants to make a good first impression on your sire. He might act like a really confident mech in front of you, but for some reason, he is a little nervous about the thoughts of meeting your sire.

In his mind, it really goes quickly from «oh come on, why would her father dislike me? Everyone loves me!» to «oh Primus. what if he hates me?» and that's how it repeats 24/7. Eventually, the confident Sentinel wins, but he takes a lot of time to prepare for any possible scenario. Everything should be perfect, every single smallest detail is personally checked by him, so nothing goes past.

Imagine Sentinel's expression when your sire harshly brushes it off with a «You're not good enough for my daughter and I don't want you around her. End. Of. Story» and just SLAMS the door shut into his face the moment the other bot sees him. Basically, that's where everything goes wrong. Oh, his poor ego.

Yandere Sentinel especially hates when something goes wrong and not according to his plan. He's a perfectionist, and if he spots any imperfections, it's a total disaster for him! His mood quickly changes from sweet and kind to annoyed and impulsive, so it's better to stay away from him for a good few minutes until he takes a deep breath and goes like «this is fine...everything is fine! :)» with his optic twitching and a small frown on his faceplate, which is easily noticed through his smile.

Yandere!Sentinel gets paranoid with the thought that your sire will start putting the wrong thoughts in your processor, talking trash about him behind his back, so eventually you will start to question your love for Sentinel as well. So, he decides to step in and turn the tables, planting the seeds of distrust about your parental figure. Does your father really care that much for you? Nothing is wrong with being a little protective over your own little spark, but you're no sparkling, you should build your own life!

He does it carefully, using tiny, innocent and careful remarks whenever you two are alone after another disastrous meeting with your sire.

«If your sire really wants what is best for you, why he takes your chances of happiness?»

Until he practically struck you with a head-on, «You always tell me that you love me. So you should choose. Me or him.»

Sentinel is selfish. A small part of him understands how ridiculous it is, to feel jealousy just because your mentor is present in your life. But when you start having more of those father-and-daughter times together, when your attention goes more to your sire rather than him, all rationality in his processor just disappears.

He spends half the day trying to call for you. He wants to know where the frag you are and WHY you don't pick up his calls immediately, since he needs you right here and now. As his partner, you're obligated to always be there for him, and being ignored by you...the audacity!

Sentinel walks in circles in his office, and the silence is bothering him to the insanity. One moment, he will start crying his spark out to her about it.

“After everything I have done to her..! Can you imagine that?” he looks at Airachnid for validation, his voice full of frustration. “I swear, if she calls back, I'm going to tell her everything I think of her, that—”

But the moment he sees your name popping up on the screen, he is conflicted. On the one hand, he wants to pick up immediately, on the other hand, he doesn't want to seem desperate. So he waits a few seconds until he finally decides.

Airachnid gives him almost a disappointed look as she sees her boss using that sweet voice when he talks to you. Suddenly, Sentinel is not that angry anymore, and if anything, he's relieved to finally see and hear your precious voice. He almost forgets about what he said a moment ago until you hit him with «oh, sorry Sentinel, I was with my sire all day. I can't visit you today. See you tomorrow!».

He almost snaps the device in his servo by the end of the call.

Eventually, Sentinel gets exhausted from all of it. He really tried, despite the constant disrespect from your sire. He has no remorse when he finally asks Airachnid to deal with the obstacle in his way of getting you, covering the story as an incident. The death of your sire would shatter you, but don't worry, you will heal soon enough with him by your side.

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Kira’s MK favs with a clingy S/O

A/N: Basically how the men would react to having a S/O who is completely fascinated by them and is kinda anxiously clingy. Is this too ooc and niche? Who cares…this is literally me.

Characters: Mk11 Kung Lao, MK11 Raiden, MK1 Johnny Cage

Warnings: none ur safe…for now hehe

Requests: always open 24/7

Masterlist

Kung Lao MK11

I can’t imagine him ever really minding you wanting to be around him 24/7. I mean like who wouldn’t want to be?? Lol. But I seriously feel like he actually enjoys being needed, especially by you.

He loves it most when you waddle behind him everywhere he goes and will hold his hand out behind him for you. The other way around is super cute too. You always get super excited going to the different markets and shops and end up pulling him around everywhere.

Will automatically pull you into his lap and cuddle you when you go to sit down somewhere. He knows that you’ll automatically ask after a few minutes of sitting next to him anyways.

You can’t tell me that kung lao doesn’t have the perfect back for piggybacking. Like you are just starfishing on his back all day because you don’t want to let go of the warm fuzzy feeling of his body. He’s soooo warm and cosy all of the time. It’s extremely soothing.

It’s quite sweet to have someone who is so enthralled by everything he does. From sitting on the sink counter and watching him while he gets ready for the day to cheering him on as he trains. There’s never a moment that you ever seem to be bored and uninterested with him and that’s something he’s been craving for yearrrsss, to be appreciated.

Gladly will answer each and every question you have about his hat, culture, life, fighting style…ect.

Speaking of his hat, I feel like Kung Lao would design a similar version of his…one that is safe of course for you to wear when you miss him. Or if you are just fascinated by it.

If you’re super anxious or nervous about him leaving to go handle things, don’t worry as he’s amazing at reassurance and building you confidence that he will be back soon. He will always make time to send you handwritten letters or small gifts when he’s away for long extended periods.

If you keep a little journal about him and all the little facts he tells you, he will be so honored. I can imagine him finding it and writing little cute notes in it or answering any questions you may have written down.

He has gotten you a cute little king Lao bear fully decked out in a mini version of his gear…bonus points if he put a little sound bite in there too for you so you can always hear his voice.

I like to think that kung lao enjoys braiding/maintaining your hair as an intimate time for you. Especially if you’re anxious about him being gone all day. He’ll massage your scalp as well and when he’s finished you’re already asleep so he takes you to bed.

“Hmm..goodnight my sweet lotus.”~

Johnny Cage MK1

Oh he’s used to fans and groupies, your little fascination isn’t weird compared to what he’s dealt with. Also he’s just as much of a fan of himself as you are lolllll.

It’s honestly so cute how much of a fan you are of him, his other partners were annoyed with the whole actor thing after a month. He likes being able to talk about his movies and career adventures over and over again. Johnny loves to tell the same stories a thousand times and you’re always just as eager and excited to hear them like it’s your first.

Can’t help but to spill all his upcoming movie details whenever you ask him about it.

He sees you as an adorable small puppy and can’t help but to be curious about everything. He has gotten special books and photo albums made just for you that are a compilation of his entire career so far and life.

Anytime he gets a new headshot taken, he gets a second copy for you to add to your collection. Speaking of your collection, it’s so freaking big. Like pretty much everything that has ever been produced with his name on it, you own. His dearest career possessions are also yours to take care of, except for his awards. Sorry babe, no one is allowed to touch them outside of him.

His favorite thing is when you hold onto his arm like he’s going to fly away. Haha he promises he isn’t going anywhere.

He’s just as outwardly and intensely affectionate as you are so you having at least one hand on him at all times isn’t a biggie because if you aren’t touching him…he’s certainly touching you.

He allows you to wash his hair for him while he’s showering so you have something to do instead of waiting outside for him.

You have complete freedom to choose any of his clothes from his closets to wear. They all already smell just like him. When his maid does his laundry, she is instructed to spray everything with his cologne.

Will never deny taking a photo with you or posing with random objects and backgrounds that you have interest in for your album.

Lowkey I believe he’ll stay on FaceTime all day with you and keep his phone hidden in his pocket while filming just so you won’t be lonely.

He definitely will take you on set from time to time and steal props you want. Doesn’t matter anyways they all work for him and can make another one in an instant.

He’s definitely lost you at a big premier party and had some rando return you back to him with your eyes all watery.

“Is this yours, Johnny?”

Raiden MK11

Is kind of confused why you need to be near him 24/7… like don’t you want to go do other things instead of watching him work?

You definitely cried before and asked him if he still loved you because he seemed to be bothered by your constant presence.

He’s not he’s just so out of the loop with human things but he eventually stops questioning it after you explain it to him and he sees how sad you are over it.

I’m not sure if he’d be into holding your hand all day or you clinging to his arm, I think he’ll settle for you holding onto his garments instead. They’re already super loose and baggy so it’s not really disturbing him. Plus it’s easier for him to get used to than just diving right in.

I don’t think Raiden would mind the questions you ask him as long as it’s not while he’s busy. He’ll probably question why you’re so interested in him and these things but ultimately he’ll answer them .

Will also bring you scrolls about different questions you have and go through them with you.

You following closely behind him doesn’t really phase him too much, obviously there are times you can’t go into a certain room with him because of private matters but you’re allowed to wait outside of the door. He likes to know where you are at all times just in case he needs to protect you and you always being nearby soothes him.

He doesn’t have much memorabilia to give to you but I can imagine Raiden picking flowers or pretty rocks for you while he’s outside. He knows it brings you much joy to receive things from him, especially things you can fiddle with while you’re anxious.

Is very serious about the use of his powers but he’ll use his electricity more often for you to see. Sometimes even when he’s gone he’ll even cause lightning in the sky to let you know he’s thinking about you in hopes it’ll give you some comfort.

Speaking of electricity, he most enjoys your questions about it. He knows everything there is to know about storms and his power/where it comes from.

Doesn’t really understand the purpose of cuddling or really how to do it but I think he’d let you sit in his lap while he’s working on something. You can put your head in the crook of his neck and rest. He quite likes feeling the warmth of your breaths on his neck. Sometimes he’ll even explain to you what he’s doing and how everything works.

He doesn’t often sleep and knows you refuse to go to bed without him so he’ll pull up a chair next to you and watch you until you are in deep slumber. This is the time he’ll allow you to hold his hand. It’s cute seeing you like this.

I think people slightly tease him about your clinginess and childish like behavior but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Y/N enjoys being around me because I make her feel protected…is that a fault?”

[darsynia]

Banana (Steve/f!Reader)

MCU MASTERLIST | STEVE ROGERS MASTERLIST | Ro Roll

Summary: Steve unexpectedly stayed over, and you want to make him the best breakfast ever.

Length/Warnings: 1,700 words | sexual contact

It's your ACTUAL BIRTHDAY @ronearoundblindly!! For banaNA, the delicious centerpiece of my 7 Ro Roll stories, we've got an established relationship morning interlude of teeth-rotting fluff. Enjoy!!

Excerpt:

Steve sets his fork carefully onto his plate, lifting up his napkin to wipe his mouth. The look in his eyes is warm. “You’re hoping I stay over more often?”

Two months ago you’d have worried that was some kind of relationship test.

One month ago you would have been scared to admit how much you think about sex with him.

Today you say, “Yes, I am.”

Loving Steve Rogers has made you more confident, and someday you’ll tell him that.

Banana

You really hadn’t expected your boyfriend to sleep over. It wasn’t the traditional date where you dress up in something beautiful and eat out at a ritzy restaurant, then come home and undress to experience something beautiful. It was the kind where he comes by with takeout and the two of you watch movies until you both fall asleep on the couch.

Still, you’d like to make the morning intentionally special for Steve.

You can’t ask him what he likes for breakfast while he's in the shower, but you're sure he has a metabolism-stimulating plate of protein every morning, looking like that. After assessing what's in the fridge, you make the decision to go all-out. He’d been used to mess hall communal meals back in the army, right? Plus, there's a kitchen in the Compound, so he probably makes his own breakfast. You lose a few minutes just picturing that.

Ten minutes later you’ve made him a plate with two kinds of eggs, sausage patties, buttered toast, and a little cup of sliced strawberries. The glass of orange juice ended up using the rest of the carton, but you can always buy more.

You wait with bated breath with your own breakfast, a generous bowl of oatmeal with your favorite fruits garnished with brown sugar. Steve doesn’t need to know those were the only eggs, nor that you made him the last of your sausage.

“Wow that smells great, are you setting up your crock pot or something?” he calls out from the hallway. You grin, excited for the surprise. Soon he’s coming into the kitchen, still drying his hair off with one of your towels. He smells amazing, and everything about the moment is exactly what you’ve always wanted.

Except… he looks uncomfortable.

“Please tell me you’re not allergic to eggs,” you fret.

“Oh, those are for me?”

“Well, yeah, look at the size of the plate! I guess if you want the oatmeal…”

He’s walking into the wide kitchen doorway, disappearing behind the wall for a moment (during which your mind races, thinking of all the things you could have done wrong. Does he dislike pepper? Allergic to citrus? What if he hates sausage? Why did you think this is a good idea!?).

“Are you okay?”

Steve’s got a banana in his hand, along with a fork, knife, and spoon. “Together, we’re a table setting,” he jokes, holding them up.

You almost facepalm-- you’d completely forgotten silverware. “Thanks.”

After the eggs and fruit are gone (accompanied by many enjoyment noises that punctuate your discussion of baseball), he points at the empty bowl of strawberries with a neatly-sliced piece of sausage on the end of his fork.

“You should know, I usually only eat a banana or some sliced fruit like this for breakfast, but this is delicious. Thank you.”

You conjure up the least embarrassed smile you can manage, but inside you wonder whether his honesty is warring with his sense of politeness.

“You’re asking yourself if I’d lie to make you happy, aren’t you?” he asks.

“Guilty,” you sigh. “I’m glad you said something before I made this mistake multiple times in the future.”

Steve sets his fork carefully onto his plate, lifting up his napkin to wipe his mouth. The look in his eyes is warm. “You’re hoping I stay over more often?”

Two months ago you’d have worried that was some kind of relationship test.

One month ago you would have been scared to admit how much you think about sex with him.

Today you say, “Yes, I am.”

Loving Steve Rogers has made you more confident, and someday you’ll tell him that.

He stands, coming over to take your hand and draw you solicitously up to your feet for a sweet, brief kiss. Steve's expression turns more serious, and he looks you right in your eyes.

“I’m hungry.”

You cannot be reading him right. It’s wishful thinking.

“There’s still that bana--”

Steve interrupts you with another kiss. It’s full of passion--a rough hand at your hip, thumb caressing your cheek, teeth scraping out of desperate sloppiness. The man is wrecking your mental health, but you’re right there with him, slowly filling up with heated liquor at every swipe of his tongue. He lifts his head and smiles gently, his lips twitching for a few seconds before he leans his head back and laughs.

Two months ago you would have thought he was laughing at you.

One month ago you’d have nervously played along in confusion.

Now you shove at his shoulder in mock frustration. “Out with it!”

“I can’t pull off that line, I’m sorry! I did my best,” he confesses sheepishly. “I woke up in the middle of the night on the couch with you asleep on my chest and texted Clint about what to do.”

“Oh, God,” you say, trying valiantly to hold back a giggle. “Why Clint?”

He backs up into the kitchen with his hands held up defensively. “I thought I could trust him! I figured Natasha would give me… questionable advice,” Steve says, “--and neither of us wanted me to ask Tony.”

“Oh, God,” you say again, this time in actual dismay.

“Exactly.” He pulls out one of your leftover containers and its matching lid, and holds them up.

He looks so good in his tight pants and form-fitting t-shirt that you gather up all of your Steve-loves-me courage.

“I thought you were hungry?” you say impudently, walking over and taking them out of his hands to set on the counter. Sliding your arms up around his neck, you kiss him with as much fervor as the kiss just minutes ago, letting your hands roam into his hair, down over his arm muscles, and finally to your goal, his waistband. Because you want his full permission before you do anything further, you mouth your way from his lips to his jaw, so he can say something if he needs to. If his enthusiastic participation in the kiss so far is any indication, though, there’s hope he’s up for it.

You circle the button of his pants with your thumb, slipping your fingers past his waistband. He hasn’t put on a belt yet, and there’s something intimate about it that’s beyond anything sexual, like he trusts himself to be not fully put-together around you. Falling asleep on the couch with you is one of those kind of things, too.

Steve whispers your name in a hoarse voice that’s rich with desire.

“Yes?” you question, hoping you’re not pushing too much.

“Yes.” 

Arching up to give him a kiss, you release the button and push the zipper down slowly, as much a caress against his groin as anything else. Steve throws a hand out to the side, and you feel a surge of excitement to think he’s so enthusiastic already.

“Here,” he says, throwing the towel that usually hangs from the oven on the floor at his feet, eyes full of amused apology. “Believe me, I’ll want to hold on.”

It’s so Steve Rogers to worry about your knees.

There’s nothing you can say that won’t sound terribly gauche or overeager, so you kiss his chest and pull his pants down to his feet, kneeling as you go. You look up at him, holding eye contact as you tug down his boxer briefs--but you don’t have the bravery to keep his gaze for your first taste.

Steve’s holding himself rigidly still, but you can feel his leg muscles tighten up even more when you take him into your mouth. It’s validating as hell. You pull back, sucking, loving the feel of him, warm and vibrant and wanting you. 

At that point you let yourself bliss out, eyes closed and fully attuned to him. When he makes a guttural little sound of need after you do something, you add it to the rotation, and when he starts to rock his hips forward, you quicken your pace. Everything is perfect; the crease of the towel digging into your knees, the taste of precum in your mouth, the searing ache between your legs, and most of all, how alive Steve is under your tongue, against your hands, in your throat.

“Ahhhhh,” he groans, and slams a hand onto the counter. You realize you’d hummed in happiness, and god, he’d loved that. You let out a little moan of pleasure of your own at the thought of just how wet you’ve got to be by now.

As a reward for you both, you hum again.

That sends him, starting a glorious chaos of holding on and taking it all in. When Steve reaches down and flails at your hair and shoulder, you let him pull you up and into his arms. Steve holds you tight to his chest, right each there against the counter with his pants around his ankles, each of you pulling as much oxygen and approval into your bodies as you can.

He pets your head and leans down. “Want to know what Clint said to tell you if the first line worked?”

Two months ago you were sure you weren't good enough for him and it could never last.

One month ago you’d have worried this levity was a sign you'd done a bad job.

Now, you glare up at him in utter adoration.

“If it’s something about being barefoot in the kitchen, Rogers, I’m going to go to the bedroom and finish by myself.”

“Never mind,” he says, moving sideways just long enough to get a hand on his pants to tug them up. He does the button but not the zipper, then picks you up, heading into the hallway. At the doorway to your bedroom, Steve fucking Rogers looks down at you with a loving expression and says, “Don’t worry. I’d never leave you behind.”

[beegalactica]

How I journaled every day in 2023, and you can too in 2024

I heard someone wants to become "that girl" in 2024...

Well, let me tell you, "that girl" is the type of babe who embodies consistency; consistency in her thoughts, feelings, words and actions. Now one of the ways I have personified this aura of consistency is through frequent inward reflection through journaling.

I know, we've heard it a million times now. And with the new year approaching, it's so easy to set the intention to journal every day and do it well. News flash, my love, you must do much more than just set the intention. Let me tell you how I did it so you can do the same ~

Equipment

Believe me, I've tried it all: countless notebooks, diaries, bullet journals, apps, all of it, but this past year, only one app *stuck* for me, and that is Notion. Whether you prefer to journal with a good old pen and paper, or even if you prefer to make a big Google document, go for it!

The reason I settled on Notion was its table view/ calendar view database features. I liked being able to add properties like what rating out of 5 I would give my day or being able to label whether I was on my period, or any major milestones. I found that these labels made it really fun to look back and laugh at all the crazy things that I came up with, and reminisce over those 5/5 star days when I really felt like that girl. (see example below)

What the hell do you write about?

"You can write about whatever you feel like!" is the usual response, and while that's great if you're anything like me, you'll need more detail than that. I opted for some classic prompts that I would simply respond to at the end of every day, but if you want to freestyle it, try some shadow work prompts, or even just sum up your day in one sentence, you are more than welcome to.

My prompts were:

1. Three wins of the day: 2. One thing I learned today: 3. One thing I will do tomorrow: 4. Am I worried about anything? 5. Favourite thing of my day: 6. Song of the day: 7. A story from today: 8. An affirmation for my mind to sleep on:

You don't have to write paragraphs upon paragraphs if you don't want to, and some days, it might be hard to even think of three wins, but an it girl can be present and celebrate the endless blessings in life, even when it seems like there are none.

How to be consistent?

Going back to the central theme of this post, consistency, it is important to acknowledge that no matter how pretty you make your journal, or how thought-provoking your prompts are, the most important thing is to actually do it.

Life is fluid, it's never going to be linear. Some days you'll feel amazing, gorgeous and ready to take on anything, but other days you'll just wish you were a flower instead that doesn't have to deal with anything. That's just life. Some days, the last thing on my mind was my silly little journal, but I knew it was something I needed to do for myself, so I took 2 minutes to write a few sentences down, even when I'd rather be doing other things.

How to maintain your consistency:

Set reminders - at the start of the year, I had 2 reminders every day to journal; after the first few months, I cut it down to just one at 9pm, and by the end of the year, I was just doing it because it had become a routine for me.

Reward yourself - at first, you'll just be able to say you journaled for 1 day, then it will be 2 days, then slowly up to 1 week, 1 month, and soon you'll be like me, bragging about how you did it for a whole year! It's an accomplishment! Never lose sight of that.

Be kind to yourself - ultimately, this should be something you do for you and you only, so if you miss a day, it's not the end of the world. Every now and then, I didn't journal for a day - maybe I was too busy, or just exhausted by the time my day was over - so I accepted it and caught up first thing the next day. You make your own rules.

JUST START!!!!!!! - do it! Even if you mess up, start again and again and again! Nothing changes if nothing changes.

What's the point?

You've read this far, and you may be wondering, what's the point of journaling?

Well, I can confidently say that journaling changed my outlook on life immensely. 2023 was the best year I've had so far. Yes, there were setbacks: I lost friends that I thought would have forever, I struggled with my mental and physical health, and I reached points where I thought I was too low to get back up. But recording little bits about my day every day showed me, with actual tangible proof, that I will always get back up. I also had some amazing moments this year: I started a whole new school and era of my life, I made amazing friends, I fell in love with myself again and I found my voice.

Journaling has helped me to see the little positives in everyday life. Even when a situation seemed absolutely awful and I thought that I could never recover from it, I developed the mindset that not only could I recover, but I would absolutely recover. This new mindset helped me to laugh at myself in moments when a previous version of me would've shrivelled up into a ball and disappeared from the outside world.

Looking back over my life these past 365 days has helped me cultivate a new outlook on life, where I don't see setbacks as obstacles or barriers to my success, but as little stories to journal and laugh about when I inevitably overcome them. If that isn't the most it girl attitude to have, then I don't know what else is!

Journaling changed my life, and I hope that it can change yours too! Happy 2024! 🎀

[cheesesoda]

Sweet Dreams

dad!leon x mom!fem!model!reader

not my gif^^

request: Hey sweetie, may i've a request for Leon Kennedy and female model hot reader.I wonder what Leon's home life is like with their s/o and daughter and son… or maybe two

requested by: @kawaistrawberry21

a/n: ty for the request !! i imagined this as infinite darkness leon, but you can picture it as whichever leon (it really doesn’t matter) !  i got a little carried away

key:

d/n - daughter’s name

m/n - middle name (if you don’t have one, ignore it)

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, a little angst

summary: leon loves his gorgeous wife and his adorable daughter.

cw: implication of reader having absent parents, reader worries about being a bad mom, id!leon gets that dinner he wanted <3 

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leon had made plans with his gorgeous wife to get dinner. they were supposed to meet back at home, and go, but leon just loved watching her do her job. 

“ok, a little to the left- yup, now lean into- yes! perfect!” the photographer commanded y/n. leon watched before his wife could noticed he was there. ‘my god, she’s so beautiful. how did i get this lucky?’ he thinks to himself, smiling subconsciously at the model. she notices he’s there and smiles brightly at him. “mrs. kennedy, lose the smile.” her manager growls. “fine..” she mutters and gives him a bored expression, to which he rolls his eyes. “alright, last one; hands on your chest- yeah, chin up- good, part your lips- yes!!” the photographer orders. “…and that’s a wrap!” 

y/n walks over to leon and gives him a kiss. “this is a nice surprise!” she smiled. “thought i’d pick you up before we leave.” he smiles back. leon’s smile was rare for everyone, but for you, it was his default expression around you. “and you just look so perfect, how could i pass up an opportunity to see my beautiful wife in action?” he says and you laugh. “y/n. m/n. kennedy. stunning as always! you were amazing today!” the photographer praises. “aw, thank you, paula, couldn’t have done it without you of course.” you give her a hug. “is this your husband?” she gasps. “yes, this is leon!” you grin proudly. he waves awkwardly and says hi (in true leon fashion). “damn, your husband’s fine too!” paula exclaims. “alright, see you tomorrow.” you sigh, hiding your laughs. “bye, y/n! nice to meet you, leon!” paula waves. “you too, paula.” he says and the two of you walk off, arms linked. 

“don’t you have to return that dress you were wearing?” leon asks as you both get in the car. “nope, perks of being a model.” you smile. 

you both make it home. “mommy and daddy are home!” your 6 year old daughter, d/n, squeals when she sees you, hugging you and leon’s legs. “hey sweetie! we missed you!” leon says as he lifts her up, perching her in his arms. your nanny, melissa, walks over to you and leon. “hi mr and mrs kennedy!” she greets you. you talk about d/n and work and tell melissa you’re going out for dinner tonight. “no problem!” melissa smiles and you and leon say goodbye to your daughter. “be good for miss melissa, okay my love?” you hug your daughter. “okay, mommy!” she says. you both say “i love you” and leave.

you get to the restaurant and talk about work and life and all that stuff (a/n: i’m lazy , sorry). 

you get home at about 7:45pm and see melissa on the couch, reading. she put d/n to sleep 15 minutes ago. “thank you, melissa. we’ll see you tomorrow.” leon thanks her and gives her her paycheck. melissa leaves and before you can even move, you hear the pitter patter of little feet come down the hall. “aren’t you supposed to be in bed, princess?” leon chuckles at his daughter. she makes grabby hands at his as to signal “pick me up”, so he does. “i wanted to wait for you and mommy to get home!” she pouted. “will you read me a story?” she asks. “of course.” he says and begins carrying her to her room. 

you and leon had both been gone more recently and you felt terrible. you had never wanted to be absent for your children. guilt washed over you. you make your way to d/n’s room and there’s leon reading her a story. d/n signals you to sit next to her on the bed by patting the spot on the left to her, leon already sitting on her right side. you sit down and cuddle her in your arms as you both listen to leon narrate the story. 

by the time he’s done, she’s fast asleep. “good night, princess. i love you so much.” leon whispers and kisses his daughter on the forehead softly. “night, sweetie. i hope you know how much i love you.” you lay her down and smile melancholically. you and leon tiptoe out of the room and make your way into your bedroom. 

he unzips your dress as he asks “what’s wrong?”. “we’ve been gone so much recently, i don’t want d/n to feel abandoned.” you sigh. “listen, my love, sometimes we have to work more times than others. you work your ass off and you still manage to be an amazing mother. we occasionally both get breaks, and we get to be with d/n more, but we have to work harder to get to those breaks.” leon reassures you. “i just- i never wanted to end up like my-“ you start, but leon interrupts you. “and you’re not. you’re not like them. you’re a fantastic parent.” he tells you. “thank you, honey. what would i do without you?” you sigh. “i know, right?” he replies sarcastically. 

you both finish getting changed into your pajamas and doing your night routine and get in bed. “thank you so much, y/n.” leon whispers, hugging you into his chest. “for what?” you respond. “i’m so lucky to have you and d/n. i don’t know what i did to deserve this.” he says. “you deserve happiness more than anyone, my love.” you cup his cheek. 

suddenly, you both hear a blood-curdling scream. leon jumps up so fast it almost gave you whiplash. he runs down the hall to d/n’s room and you follow close behind. there is d/n sitting in her bed, tears streaming down her face. “what’s wrong, baby?” you ask as you cradle her in your arms. leon checks the room for intruders, but there are none. “i- i had a n-nightmare… you and daddy were g-gone and i-“ she stutters through sobs before bursting into tears. “oh, i’m so sorry, baby.” you sympathize as you hug her closer, wanting to take away all her worries and fears. leon sits next to you and takes her softly from your arms. “mommy and i aren’t going anywhere, princess. i won’t let anyone hurt you. i promise.” he chokes, his eyes watering the smallest amount, but he’s quick to cover it up. she clings onto him and sobs more. “can i s-sleep in your bed tonight?” she sniffles. “of course, sweetie.” you smile.

leon carries her to your shared bedroom and lays her down between the two of you and you both cuddle her. “sweet dreams, princess.”

[myfairkatiecat]

LOTR Musical Chicago Experience (according to Katie)

I GOT TO SEE THE LORD OF THE RINGS MUSICAL IN CHICAGO! As promised, here’s a blog post detailing my experience, my opinions on the characters/plot portrayal, and basically everything else I’m still rotating in my brain after seeing it last night.

Audience Member Experience

After coming in off Navy Pier and into the theater (Navy Pier was cool too but that’s not why we were there), I started seeing Lord of the Rings fans. Some people even came in costume, which was fun. As we got closer to the beginning of the show, it got harder to tell cosplayers apart from actual actors cause… the actors were just there. Walking around, greeting the people, saying hello…

The show began at seven. At about 2 minutes til 7:00, they really began interacting. Our seats were on the main floor near the center, and Bilbo Baggins came out right in front of us, asking some of the people, “Who’s here for my birthday party?” we all responded enthusiastically, and then he shouted so the whole theater could hear, “WHO’S HERE FOR MY BIRTHDAY PARTY??” Then the entire theater sang the happy birthday song to Bilbo Baggins and applauded, but that wasn’t even the beginning of the show. Hobbits were walking around playing games with the audience. I heard Frodo introduce himself to some people behind us. Rosie was carrying around what I believe was a ring toss game.

At about four minutes after 7:00, the main character hobbits began to make their way from the audience and onto the stage, while ensemble members stayed throughout the audience to create the sense of really being there with them in the Shire. The Hobbits greeted each other, gave each other hugs, and everyone started playing instruments to indicate the beginning of the show.

I wouldn’t realize it until house lights finally went off, but they were still on through the whole first number! The actors looked like they were having a fantastic time. The prologue song was a rendition of the “Now and for Always” chorus sung by the hobbits, and then Bilbo said his iconic lines at his birthday party and ended up disappearing in a puff of smoke. When Bilbo said he was bequeathing everything to Frodo, this one actor far back in the audience started grumbling and telling everyone around him that was stupid, and I’m officially dubbing that guy Unidentified Sackville-Baggins Character.

After they began to tell the actual tale and Frodo’s journey began, the house lights finally turned off, and it was like, “oh, we were hanging out with hobbits in the Shire, and NOW we’re watching Frodo’s story after he leaves,” almost like we, the audience, were in the Shire the entire time.

The characters onstage played all of the music. I wasn’t sure how I was going to feel about that when I first heard about it at the watermill, but now having seen the show performed that way, it was AWESOME. It made everything feel very homey, like a story being told around a campfire, even though the effects for the epic parts were FANTASTIC (I’ll talk about that in a later part of the post).

The characters often showed the nature of their journey by trekking through the pathways in the audience. Act two began suddenly the the house lights going all the way off as Gollum suddenly appeared up in the audience, scurrying down and murmuring in the Gollum voice. (Sméagol’s actor was amazing, by the way. Amazing portrayal. 10/10.)

The audience interaction really made it feel like you were in the story, and it was absolutely so much fun. I could tell the actors agreed.

Casting and Character Portrayal

This is the casting we saw:

With the following cast update:

As you can see, Sam’s understudy played Legolas in the show I saw. He did a fantastic job. He kinda looked like a Sam to me? But that’s probably just because I saw that in the program. His acting was phenomenal and I could tell he was having a great time with the role (especially singing Lothlorien, which, of course. Singing that song is so much fun.)

The rivalry to friendship of Legolas and Gimli was portrayed fantastically. Both characterizations were spot-on and their catfighting from the very establishment of the Fellowship was very entertaining. While a lot of the show was understandably abridged from the original plot, leaving less room for a full development of the relationship, but their journey to understanding each other as friends was beautiful nonetheless, and one of the main things that stood out to me as far as the well-portrayed character development in the show.

Sam and Frodo were phenomenal. The portrayal of their relationship, the good parts and the bad parts, Frodo’s descent as the Ring affects him more and more paired with Sam’s unwavering loyalty—that was one of the things done best about the show. Sam embodied the role, and when he grunted in determination as he picked up Frodo to carry him over his shoulders, the entire audience burst into applause. It was such a wholesome moment because of how well their relationship was done.

Arwen and Aragorn’s romance was done about as well as I could have hoped for given the length of the show and how much of the rest of the plot was going on. It was sweet and given many moments, but there wasn’t tons of development there. However, it touched on the parts that were most important to the plot, and I definitely enjoyed them.

Merry and Pippin were chaotic and played amazingly. Nothing more to say there. Just. Fabulous. 🙃

Boromir!! They did my guy Boromir justice, from his initial hesitance, to the true development of why he sees the Ring as a possibility for good, to the unwavering way he cares for his people and their wellbeing, to the way his honor remained even in his worst moment… it was really good. His death scene made me cry. Aragorn holding Boromir as he died 😭 I don’t even remember their exact dialogue but I was like wow you might as well just kill me now 😢 I went from giggling at “GIVE ME THE RING wait no I didn’t mean it I’m sorry stay with me—“ (yes that was the exact wording he used) to absolutely sobbing over his death. YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO DO THAT TO ME (they did it was in the books)

Galadriel… :/ okay so the actress was very talented. Like, insanely good. I just would have done Galadriel’s character differently, and I think she was done differently in other productions of this show. She was a powerhouse for sure, but her scrunched expressions on long notes and moments of growling and the way she walked were giving “sassy girlboss” which was fine but not really what I was expecting for her character. So… do with that what you will.

Arwen’s character was portrayed amazingly. She usually only showed up to be in love with Aragorn, which was unfortunate, but the way she was done by the actress was an absolute 10/10. She was so graceful and tender and strong-willed and beautiful and just. Arwen vibes.

I don’t even have anything to say about Sméagol/Gollum. Just… perfect. Amazing. I can’t even describe how well he did the character. Imagine Sméagol in your head and that’s him. The script also did justice to his internal conflict, which I appreciated so much!

Effects

They gave a strobe lights warning but they did NOT tell me they were going to be flashing lights right at my eyes 😭 if you’re sensitive to lights at all, just don’t go to see it. Take care of yourself.

That said, if you can handle it, it was AWESOME. During the “you shall not pass” scene, they had a black tarp waving near the ground with projections of fire on it. It created a seriously awesome lava effect. They were also flashing white lights directly into the audience during the whole thing, which I think was purposefully disorienting while Gandalf ended up disappearing.

The Shelob scene featured an ACTUAL GIANT SPIDER ONSTAGE. I mean not a live spider, it was a puppet I guess? I have no idea how they did it. But it took up the entire stage and it was terrifying. People with arachnophobia DO NOT LOOK.

The effects were genuinely awesome the entire show. I can’t do them justice with description, but the use of their set pieces and lights and fog genuinely made for a great stage fantasy experience.

Other Stuff

The show began right before 7:00 with the interaction as I mentioned before, and bows ended at 10:15. So the actual show was 3 hours, with a fifteen minute intermission.

The adaptation of the plot was very abridged, as I may have mentioned, because of entire the run time being the length of one LOTR movie (which is already a slightly abridged LOTR adaptation). Minor plot points/middle sized plot points were diminished in favor of major plot points and character development, which I think was appropriate for the medium. You could tell where the time skips were, of course—Frodo puts on the ring in the prancing pony and suddenly he’s been stabbed by the witchking and is recovering in Rivendell. And a lot of the plot of Return of the King that didn’t involve Sam and Frodo just vanished. But again, I wasn’t expecting a fully faithful adaptation of every plot point in three hours, and I truly believe the spirit of the Lord of the Rings was captured in this production.

Some of the best and most famous quotes were done basically word for word, which I really appreciated. I did feel like I was immersed in the world of Tolkien’s books, with a dash of the Peter Jackson movies and lots of really well composed music.

If you have any specific questions about my experience at the show, certain scenes or songs, etc, send me an ask or a DM because I could absolutely continue to talk about this show. I’m in love with it and I’m so lucky that I got to see it. If any of you get the chance, I highly recommend it!

[oak23]

I'm genuinely glad that Wicked was allowed to sit in a lot of moments without feeling rushed or dragged on. Like the OzDust Ballroom scene was so fucking intoxicating and genuinely sold me on the shift of Elphaba and Glinda's relationship in ways I never quite got from the broadway show.

Or the extended sequence for Defying Gravity was so good. Like genuinely so so so so so good and I am sad that people's first exposure to this version will be the soundtrack version since it condenses the sequence into a 7 minute song. The full movie scene absolutely earns the emotional beats and I felt like I was listening to this song for the first time.

No One Mourns the Wicked immediately sold me on Ariana Grande's treatment of Glinda and I knew she was going to be amazing for the rest of the film. I was crying knowing the story and Ariana Grande absolutely sold the complex emotions needed for the scene.

The One Short Day Sequence adding more to the lore of Oz I think was pure fanservice but worked so well to expand the world without bloating it.

Making Dr Dillamond/Madame Morrible/The Wizard's singing portions a lot more understated I felt was a masterful stroke because as a medium, film is a lot more intimate and I'm glad they knew when to draw back.

The Wizard and I was soooo fucking good I was crying and smiling and I wanted to applaud at the end, it was so phenomenal. Cynthia in general absolutely embodied the softer and vulnerable side of Elphaba and she took such good care of the character.

Popular is just such a breath of fresh air and you can tell Ariana Grande would have done this scene for a penny because of how much she puts herself into it. Really sold me on the shift in Elphaba and Glinda's friendship from that point on.

What is this Feeling is probably the least strong of the sequences for me and that's only because it has so many other songs that are going 500% in and this is like 495%. It's the one that feels the most frantic and showtune-y of the lot and you can tell what a blast everyone had doing it, but also because of how closely it was to the broadway version I think it's almost too intense for film. It's also the only sequence that's currently out in full and I hope that it doesnt turn people off from watching the film.

The broadway show always felt so rushed and frantic so I was shocked how much the film was allowed to breathe and move at its own pace.

Genuinely so happy what a phenomenal job this movie is.

[sapphire-writes]

an ego thing ~ modern!Aemond x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

summary: Tensions rise in class when you're paired up for a group assignment. warnings: 18+ (exhibitionist, p in v, fingering, daddy kink, slight degrading, choking, some brat taming), language, jealousy, possessiveness word count: 2.1k note: our academic Daddy & academic baddie are back! Alexa, play "Jealous Girl" by Lana Del Ray, enjoy my loves!

“I’m pairing you up for this assignment,” your professor says, “count off by fives.”

You roll your eyes. If there’s anything you hate the most in college, it's group work. Sometimes it's okay, if you can choose who you’re working with or if it's a class you have with Baela. Otherwise, it’s a massive pain.

You count off reluctantly and know you won’t be paired with Aemond since he’s planted in his usual seat beside you. 

It’s your 8 am history lecture and he still looks amazing. With his usual coffee cup, dark grey sweats, and a black t-shirt. That long hair hanging freely down his back, eyes sparkling and alive with academic anticipation. 

Daddy. 

FUCK. You’ve got to stop this. It’s getting embarrassing how down-bad you are for him. Chill out. 

“Alright, pair up, find your numbers,” your professor says and you groan. 

You hold up two fingers, waiting for whoever joins you. You meet Aemond’s eyes giving him a tentative smile. He smirks slightly holding up one finger. 

“Guess you’re my partner,” the voice of Harper Tully startles you, and you look at her.

“Oh, okay sounds-”

“Oh sorry Y/N,” she says smiling awkwardly, “I meant Aemond.”

Your mouth drops in embarrassment, cheeks flushing. 

“Right, sorry, my bad,” you tell her. 

She smiles, taking the seat next to Aemond. 

“No worries,” she says, beginning to take out her laptop.

You can’t help but notice the blush that covers her cheeks, nearly matching the deep auburn color of her hair. An uncomfortable knot forms in your stomach. 

“Guess I’m stuck with you,” a voice says, sighing dramatically.

You turn to see Luke Velaryon standing near your desk, a lopsided grin on his face and his hair shaggy as though he had just run his hand through it. 

“Hey Luke,” you return his smile as he claims the desk next to you. 

Your professor has outlined the assignment clearly, it doesn’t seem too difficult, and certainly nothing you cannot manage. But Luke Velaryon seems more interested in talking about anything but history. Not that you can blame him. You find yourself staring across the room at Aemond and Harper. 

She’s pretty, like, really pretty as she twirls that auburn hair around her finger, biting her lip as Aemond speaks. Who even bites their lip like that in real life? What is this a porno? What is she doing? And what is he doing? 

Aemond is focused on his work, like the top student he is, not sparing a glance your way. At least not that you notice. You and Aemond are exclusive, this is something you’ve discussed, but besides your recent date, you haven’t shown the two of you are together outside the privacy of your dorm rooms. 

Unbeknownst to you, Aemond is unnervingly aware of the proximity you have to Luke Velaryon, the giggle he elicits from you when he says something stupid. Fucking stupid ass Luke Velaryon is definitely not that funny. Aemond grinds his teeth together as another giggle escapes you. 

The minutes drag by and you find yourself staring at the clock as you and Luke finish early. Luke’s a nice enough guy, he’s pretty sweet telling you stories about his dog Arrax he loves so much. At least it takes your attention away from Harper Tully touching Aemond’s arm, grazing her foot against his calf. 

“Alright, any groups want to share what you talked about?” your professor asks.

Aemond’s hand moves upwards, beating you by just a second. Your professor nods at him. You barely hear him speak, crossing your arms. 

“Well said, Aemond,” your professor tells him, “Anyone else?”

You can feel Aemond’s eyes on you, but you refuse to look. Clamping your mouth shut, you grind your teeth. Your professor glances at you, as though expecting you to answer. Not today.

You’re fuming by the time your professor tells you to turn in your papers and ends class for the day. You leap from your seat and slam the paper down at the same time Aemond turns in yours. 

With a huff, you avoid his gaze, immediately leaving the classroom. Other students follow and you power walk trying to put as much distance between you and him as possible. You’re irrationally angry, watching Harper flirt with him has sent your stomach turning, your heart pounding against your ribcage. You’re halfway down the hall, already having rounded the corner when a hand grabs your arm.

“You running away from me?” Aemond asks, tugging you against the wall and out of the sea of students who are switching classes. 

You yank your arm away from his, crossing them over your chest.

“I hardly thought you’d notice, what with Harper’s hands practically down your pants,” you snap before you can stop yourself. 

Aemond’s eyes widen, and his mouth is set in a hard line. Your mouth turns into a pout when he doesn’t answer.

“That’s what I thought,” you tell him, as Luke Velaryon rounds the corner.

His eyes flicker between you before he smirks. 

“You forgot your backpack,” he tells you pointing behind him.

You left so fast you’d forgotten it. 

“I would have grabbed it but…actually, I don’t know why I should have just grabbed it,” Luke tells you frowning.

“It’s fine,” you tell him, pushing by Aemond and heading back into the class. 

You open the door to the empty classroom, the professor already gone. You stalk over angrily to your bag, shoving the contents inside. You hear the door open and watch Aemond enter, leaning against it. You scoff, turning away from him.

“Bet if you hurry you can still catch her,” you call, zipping your bag.

“Who?”

“Harper.”

You sling the bag on your shoulder and walk towards him. He blocks the door perfectly, fitting in the entire doorway. You’re so pissed you simply glare at him. 

“Move,” you tell him. 

“No,” he snarls. 

“Aemond, get out of my way,” you growl at him. 

“Gods when did you become such a brat?” he snaps, glaring at you. 

Your mouth drops open in shock. 

“Excuse me?” you harshly whisper, cheeks red, mortified by the name-calling.

Aemonds’s eyes graze you, looking you up and down. He reaches behind him, flicking the lock on the classroom door, before bringing his hand to the back of your neck, dragging you closer. Your bag falls to the ground as you’re pressed flush against him. 

“When did you become such a brat?” he repeats before crashing his lips against yours.

The kiss is punishing, as he thrusts his tongue into your mouth, swallowing a moan he elicits from you as his hand grips your hair, yanking it hard. His other hand grabs your waist, turning you and pressing you against the door. Aemond lifts you up, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist as he pushes you into the door. 

“Like you weren’t flirting with Velaryon,” he groans, digging his fingers into the meat of your thighs, moving his lips to your neck, “Right in front of me.”

Aemond sucks harshly on the skin of your next, eliciting a whimper as you tangle your hands in his hair. 

“I thought you were smart,” he says against your neck, moving to nip at your collarbone, “not a very smart decision baby.”

You growl, frustrated with him, and yank at his hair harshly. 

“You were fucking flirting with Harper,” you accuse.

“Don’t be stupid,” he says harshly, wrapping a hand around your throat, “I wasn’t flirting with Harper Tully.”

“You were,” you insist as he grinds his hips into yours. 

He lets you go, and you stand on shaking legs. Aemond’s hand remains wrapped around your throat as he pushes his hand into your leggings, underneath your panties. He sneers at you, sliding a finger through your wet folds.

“Luke Velaryon get you this wet?” he taunts, sinking a finger inside of you. 

“Fuck.”

“Answer me.”

“Fuck you Aemond.”

His hand moves to hold your chin, angling it so you’re looking at him.

“That’s no way to speak to the guy you were calling Daddy the other night,” he growls, relentlessly with his fingers. 

You can hear the sound of your wetness squelching against his fingers, biting your lip as his palm grazes your clit. You flush with embarrassment, but hold your tongue as you come closer to your orgasm. A whimper slips through your lips and Aemond kisses you harshly. 

“Ah ah ah,” he says, pulling away from your mouth, and your pussy, “you don’t get to cum that easily. No fucking way.”

You whine at the loss of contact as Aemond fully releases you. He kisses you again, hands on your waist moving toward the desk at the front of the classroom. Spinning you around, he pushes you against the desk, effectively bending you in half.

“Aemond-”

“You’re going to take it,” he says gruffly, pulling down your leggings, “right here, right now. I don’t care if the whole fucking school hears you.”

He kisses your asscheek as he makes his way back up, a sweet gesture compared to his sudden roughness. You hear his belt unbuckle as a chill of anticipation rolls through you. 

“We can’t do this here,” you whisper, though it is half-hearted at best. 

You can’t help but feel thrilled by his need to take you now. Take you here of all places. You can feel the tip of his cock spreading through your folds as he runs his head through them. You whimper as he smacks his cock against your clit. 

“Too bad,” he says, his tone mocking, “should have thought about that before mouthing off to me.”

You’re ready to mouth off again but the words get trapped in your throat as he slides his cock inside you. The stretch is incredible, the angle allowing you to take him deeply, just like the first night in the library. A garbled moan leaves your lips as he begins to pound into you. One hand on your hip to aid his merciless thrusts, the other holding your neck, pressing your torso against the desk. 

Your legs tremble with the force of his thrusts, every stroke sending waves of pleasure through your frame. 

“Where’s that mouth, huh?” Aemond asks, slapping your ass with his hand. 

“Aemond,” you mean, “Aemond please.”

“Poor baby,” Aemond croons, not stopping his thrusts for a moment, “getting all worked up over nothing.” Another slap to your ass, leaving your cheeks stinging. 

You whimper as he continues, amazed at his ability to reduce you to a whimpering mess. His hand snakes around your chest then, pulling you up so he can kiss your neck.

“Fuck-”

“You’re all mine,” Aemond growls, biting harshly on your ear, “tell me, who really made you this wet?”

“You did,” you gasp, “You Aemond.”

“Soaking my cock in our fucking classroom, dirty girl,” Aemond purrs, “you want to come?”

“Please, please let me come,” you beg, abdomen tight, on the precipice of pleasure.

“Who makes you feel this good?” he asks.

“You,” you whimper, “you Aemond.”

“What’s my name?” he asks, and you can hear the smile in his voice. 

Your cheeks flush, and you feel his hand reach down to play with your clit. 

“C’mon say it,” Aemond taunts, “or continue to be a brat, and see what that gets you.”

He pinches your clit as he finishes his sentence and you cry out, lost in the sensations of pleasure and pain. 

“Please let me come Daddy!” you whimper.

“Good fucking girl,” Aemond moans, fingers circling your clit.

It takes only a few moments before you’re trembling against him, orgasm washing over you. Aemond unsheathes himself from your warm cunt and you turn instinctively, dropping to your knees. You take him in your mouth in one fluid motion, bobbing your head and swirling your tongue, tasting yourself on his thick cock. He holds your face and you let him fuck your throat, gagging as he finishes. 

Aemond helps you to your feet, and you look at each other, disheveled and wide-eyed. You grab your leggings putting them on quickly as Aemond pulls up his pants. You glance at the door.

“I don’t want to go out there,” you tell him and he chuckles. 

“Let me check,” he says heading to the door. 

He flips the lock as you remain frozen, opening the door and peering out. Aemond turns, smiling. 

“Must be no next class,” he tells you. 

You sigh in relief. 

“Thank goodness,” you tell him, grabbing your bag.

Aemond smirks at you.

“All better?” he asks.

You frown.

“Shut up,” you tell him.

He raises an eyebrow.

“Do we need to continue?” he asks, “I thought you were a quick learner, but if you need another lesson…”

“I do not!” you tell him, flushing, “and I have another class.”

“Let me walk you?” he asks.

You bite your lip looking at him. Aemond Targaryen. He fucking did it again. He smirks like he’s reading your mind, and holds out his hand. You take his hand in yours lacing your fingers through his and walk out of the classroom together.

NOTE: Happy Monday! Hope you enjoyed! 💖

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[littlemissmiller]

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝐻𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑠

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔: 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐞 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝

Pairing: drug dealer!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

Summary: (au) The next morning, you and Coriolanus wake up and decide to spend the day together. At the pool after breakfast, your ex catches you and Coriolanus kiss, which causes a scene. After he’s take you back to his room…

Warning: 18+ (eventually smut), fluff, kissing, pet names (baby girl), toxic relationship, obsession, fantasies about readers body, possession

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: hello! slowly getting stories done! i want to say that even though i took a break, the continued support has been amazing. thank you to everyone who has helped this little blog grow! especially to those who have liked or commented on almost every post…i appreciate the kind words and dedication. as someone who is a fellow fan girl, hearing people say how they look forward to my writing or saying that me dropping a new post makes their day, warms my heart ♥︎ so enjoy this chapter and in the meantime go read Bird in a Cage if you are looking for more Coryo fics!

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The next morning, Coriolanus wakes up with you resting on his chest. You’re asleep, your hair tickling his lips and nose. He can’t help it and kisses the top of your head, petting your hair. You stir slightly, nuzzling into his chest. You’re still sound asleep, and he watches your back rise and fall. Coriolanus continues to stroke your hair and smiles to himself. You’re sleeping soundly in his bed. Not only that, your body is completely on top of his own. He admires how at peace you look and not to mention how beautiful you are in the morning sunlight creeping through his blinds. He kisses your head again, then firmly presses his cheek against you, hugging you.

You eventually stir awake and find him with his hands tangled in your hair, his other hand stroking your back.

“Good morning, beautiful” he whispers

“Hey…good morning” you yawn “mmm you make a nice pillow” you giggle softly, scooting up on him more and kissing his cheek. He suddenly turns his face and your chin to kiss your mouth. You smile against his lips, kissing him back. You pull back for a moment, stroking his face.

“What time is it?” You ask

Coriolanus reaches for his phone on his side table. It reads 7:32 am. He tells you and you groan.

“So early. I told mom I was at a friend’s house so I can really be back at any time.”

“So, you can stay a bit?”

“Yeah. I was wondering if you wanted to get breakfast maybe. I’m so hungry”

Coriolanus smiles, kissing you again.

“We can get breakfast”

You and him lay there for a while, at least another thirty minutes. Occasionally kissing each other, Coriolanus commenting on how beautiful you are, how happy he is you’re here with him. You eventually need to use the bathroom and you get up. Coriolanus is all too satisfied with himself. He reaches for his phone again and checks his notifications, placing his hand behind his head. As he scrolls through Instagram and sees people are still talking about his Yik Yak post. A small tinge of guilt hits him and he closes out of the app. He goes to check the original post and the likes have only gone up. He’s pretty sure the entire high school knows, and not just the recent graduated seniors. He closes out and clears his app history. You come back into his room and smile at him. He looks past his phone at you and smiles back.

“Would you want something to change into. I bet Tigris has something that would fit…”

“Yeah that would be nice”

“I’ll grab you something.”

He jumps out of bed and out of his room, dashing across the hall. He knocks on his cousin's door. Tigris answers and he opens her door. She’s currently sipping on a cup of tea and sketching in her bed.

“You’re up early.” She remarks

“Yeah, hey so I have umm someone over and I need some clothes for her.”

“You have a girl over? Who?”

Coriolanus utters your name and quietly, Tigris gasps.

“She slept over?”

“Yeah, are you gonna tell Gran?”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes, getting up and going to her closet.

“And purposely upset her. I’m not your mother Coriolanus.” She smirks, tossing him a purple tank top and jean shorts.

“Thanks cus.”

“I wanna know more later though.”

He nods, then turns back to go to his room. You are sitting on the edge of his bed, scrolling on your phone. He hands you the outfit and you go to change.

“Hey, do you have some deodorant I can borrow? Maybe a toothbrush and some toothpaste too? Sorry I wasn’t planning on even staying at Bella’s after.”

“Yeah. You can use my deodorant and toothpaste. I’ll see if we have an extra toothbrush. Gran tends to forget once she bought things she needs, so we always have extra shit just laying around”

You nod and head into his bathroom. He leaves his room and heads downstairs to their linens closet. Coriolanus’s house was not messy by any means, his grandmother is in fact a relatively structured lady and was keen on keeping a tidy house, however all the knickknacks, photos, and pieces of old memorabilia scattered around the house made it feel full. And his grandmother seemed to develop a knack for buying things she didn’t need or duplicates since her working memory was becoming worse.

He knows that he saw her buy some new toothbrushes for cleaning last week and figured he could use one of those. He finds them behind the fifth box of tissues and takes one. He heads up back to his room and knocks on his bathroom door. You step out for a second, thank him and smile.

Coriolanus decides to change clothes himself, stripping himself of his navy button up. He goes to his closet and picks out a black tee and pair of black shorts. You watch him as he changes, admiring his toned body. He strips out of his pants, changing into shorts. For a brief moment you can see his bulge in his boxers. You smirk to yourself as you turn back to the mirror and continue brushing your teeth. Coriolanus saw you gawk at him and he loves that your attention is on him like that. Your eyes are so telling, your look so recognizable. The same look Coriolanus himself has given you many times over the years. He zips up his pants and heads into his bathroom. You scoot over as he checks himself out. He grabs his own toothbrush and toothpaste and starts his morning routine. Brush his teeth, deodorant, wash his face.

“You actually use face wash. I didn’t think boys cared about that stuff.”

“I hate pimples. They always irritate my face.”

“Well I love a man that keeps up on his appearance” you smile.

Once you’re both ready, you and him head out of his house and off to Bill’s Pancakes, the local diner. It almost feels like a date once you both are seated in a booth, Coriolanus suddenly gets nervous and feels like he doesn’t know what to say to you. You look incredibly cute in that tank top though and he decides to let you know.

“Thank you!”

He then notices you’re still wearing the necklace from last night and smiles to himself.

“So do you have any plans today?” You ask

Coriolanus shakes his head, as he starts to look at the menu.

“I mean if you want we can still hang out after this. I kinda don’t want this time to end just yet.”

“Yeah we can hang out! What were you thinking?”

“The pool at the club allows me to bring a guest. Would you want to come?”

“Sure I’d be down”

“Ok we can stop back by your house so you can change and then mine so I can get my bikini?

“Sounds like a plan”

You and him continue to chat until a waiter comes to take your orders. All in all, breakfast is delicious and now that you asked him to come swim, all he can think about is you in a bikini. He’s always thought about how incredible your body is. He’s seen glimpses of it based on some of the clothes you wear and filled in the rest with his imagination. He has a small idea about how perky and perfect your breasts are, and could tell you had a nice ass. And the thought of you wet in a bikini is almost overwhelming. The entire time at breakfast, he tried to concentrate on his food and the conversation, but is now all too eager to get home.

Once he pays and you both leave, his excitement only gets stronger. Maybe you’ll even let him pick out what you wear. Invite him into your house. You watched him change, maybe you’ll return the favor. He nearly misses his turn into his neighborhood at the thought of your bare body. He parks, tells you he’ll be right back, and rushes into his house to grab a pair of black swim shorts. He quickly returns and starts the car back up. He drives to your neighborhood and as he arrives, Sejanus is shooting hoops outside. He watches as his best friend’s car pulls into your driveway. He waves and you both wave back at him. Sejanus looks upon with confusion. You tell Coriolanus you’ll be right back as you dash up to your front door. You don’t end up inviting him in, to his disappointment, but regardless he’s still just as excited to see you in a bikini. He looks out his rear view mirror and sees Sejanus still standing there dumbfounded. He turns off the car and gets out, walking over to his friend.

“Hey!” He smiles

“Were you going to tell me about her?”

“Of course, I just haven’t had an opportunity to text you. We went to get breakfast and now she invited me to the country club pool.” Coriolanus explains

“Oh!” Sejanus exclaims

Coriolanus gives him a proud nod and looks back to see if you’ve returned to the car. Just then your front door opens and you trod outside. Coriolanus watches you, bidding Sejanus a farewell, and jogging back over to his truck. You hop in with him and he smiles at you.

“I got us some towels and sunscreen!” you explain holding up your swim bag. He nods and starts the car. Before he can put it in drive, you delicately turn his chin, and kiss him. He kisses you back, but you pull away, leaving him wanting more.

“What was that for?” Coriolanus inquires

“Because, why not. You’re so handsome.”

He can’t help but smile at you, blush almost. At the same time, his chest swells with pride, loving that you think he’s so attractive.

“You really think so?”

“Mhmm.” You nod

“Yeah…” he starts stroking your cheek. “but you’re even more gorgeous.”

You give him a playful, girlish giggle and kiss him quickly again.

He starts the truck and pulls out of your driveway. He heads to the country club and when he pulls into the parking lot, he initially pulls into a spot in the back for guests.

“Oh, you can park in our spot.” You remark

“You have your own spot?”

“Well no, it’s just where we always park. Go to the members lot. I’ll show you where to go. “

He follows your instructions and pulls into a “members only” spot. He parks the car and the two of you walk around the back gate to the pool. It’s a nice area, with brick pavilions, a bar, chairs for lounging, and even an area for kids. It wasn’t too big, not like the public pool at the park. In the summer, as a boy, Coriolanus and Tigris’s grandparents would take them together before their Grandfather passed away. Except it was more crowded, more loud, and filled with mostly pee.

“The men’s bathroom is that way. I’m going to change.” You declare, pointing as you press a key fob up to the gate. Coriolanus nods and walks in the direction you pointed while you head off to the women’s restroom. He changes quickly and then awkwardly waits for you to come back out. He feels so out of place at the country club, even though he’s tagged along with Sejanus before. Finally, you come out and Coriolanus is taken aback. Your body is stunning in your blue bikini, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. It was just modest enough, but fit you perfectly. Your breasts sat perfectly on your chest and he can see how perky and round they are. Just like he knew they would be.𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 imagined He tries to contain himself, hoping not to develop a hard on through his swim shorts, but you’re so damn tempting. You walk to him, swaying your hips.

“Let’s find some chairs. Do you think you could help me with my sunscreen?”

“Of course.”

You and him find some empty chairs and sit down. You get the towels and sunscreen from your bag, handing him one. You start to apply the sunscreen to your body, working it into your arms and chest. He’s mesmerized by you, watching closely as you apply the white cream on your chest and cleavage. You notice him and smirk. Then you readjust and turn around, handing him the bottle. He squeezes the sunscreen into his hand and you lift up your hair. He slowly applies it to your back, feeling his cock hardened as he does. He rubs your shoulders, back and down to your lower waist. He can’t help but notice how sensual this simple act has become. His hands are so delicate as they move across your skin. You’re so smooth, so soft, and he could feel you all day like this. He applies some extra sunscreen, just so he can continue to feel you. You sigh and hum into the feeling of his hands. You giggle at the coldness and his touch, then turn around when he’s done.

“My turn.” you declare

“I don’t really use that stuff.”

“Well you are with me. Stay still.” You insist, squirting the cream into your hand. You rub it on his chest and shoulders, admiring his toned build, excited that you get to see him shirtless again. You focus on your own touch, making sure he feels good as you lather him up. You’re so soft and gentle and he loves how your finger rubs into him.

“If you wanted an excuse to touch my chest you could have asked me” he smirks playfully

“Noted, now let that sit in for a bit.”

After a few moments, you both get into the pool, swimming around and chatting. He loves how gracefully you flow through the water, and still can’t get over how fucking sexy you look in your bikini. You’re caught up in him as well. His piercing blue eyes, his charming smile. At one point you swim over to him and give him a quick kiss.

“What was that for?” He asks

“Because I can” you smile kissing him again

Little did you and him know that Devon was entering the pool area, fresh out of a round of golf. He spots you, then sees Coriolanus. You kiss Coriolanus again, and that gets him fuming.

“Hey!” He storms over to you

You whip your head around and see him. You gasp and move behind Coriolanus.

“Hey, let's go back to your place.” You whisper

Coriolanus looks up and frowns at Devon as he stalks over him.

“What the hell are you doing kissing my girl, Snow?” He pouts, starting to draw attention to himself and you.

“She’s not your girl. You don’t own her.”

“Hey!” He shouts at you ignoring Coriolanus’s remark. “You can at least talk to me! C’mon you can’t just avoid me.”

“Stop talking to her.” Coriolanus speaks up, getting out of the pool, while you scurry off to gather your belongings.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” He shoves Coriolanus. “Get out of my face, and get your tongue out of my girl's mouth!”

“She’s NOT your girl.” Coriolanus shoves back

“You really wanna do this, Snow, embarrass yourself and your family name more.”

That pisses him off. Before he can take action, going to throw a punch, your hand grabs his wrist and pulls him towards the exit.

“I said I don’t want anything to do with you anymore Devon. Leave us alone.” You tell him off “C’mon”

You rush off with Coriolanus, the sound of Devon’s anger trailing behind with the last thing you hear him say being “This isn’t over. We still need to talk. You can’t ignore me forever.”

“I’m sorry…” you apologize as you get into his truck.

“For what?”

“For that becoming a scene. So embarrassing.”

“But you didn’t do anything.” Coriolanus cups your face, consoling you.

“I just feel like this is my fault.”

“C’mon, let’s go back to my house and take your mind off things.”

You nod, holding back your tears. Coriolanus gets to his house as fast as possible, ushering you inside and up to his room. He closes his room and you immediately burst out into tears.

“Hey, hey, please don’t cry baby.”

You sniffle and a stream of tears runs down your face.

“I’m sorry it’s just…just…everything has been so crazy since the breakup.”

“I know I know. But it’s not your fault.”

You and him both have a seat on his bed, leaning against his chest with your hands buried on your face. He wraps an arm around you and hugs you.

“Sweet girl, please don’t cry.”

“It’s hard not to. I’m sorry I’m such a mess”

“You’re not a mess” he kisses your forehead, pulling you closer.

You sniffle against him as he pets your hair. A whirlwind of emotions surges over you and you can’t help but let you an even louder sob. He rocks you, trying his very best to console you. You bawl into him and he hugs you tight, whispering to you softly.

“It’s ok. I won’t ever let him get to you ok. Not to while you’re with me baby”

“You mean that?” You utter

He nods and you lean up to kiss him. He moans unexpectedly, but once you don’t pull back, he kisses you back fully. He can tell you’re still swimming in emotions, your kiss so fierce and passionate. You shift and move your body onto the bed more. He scoots back to accommodate you and then you do something he doesn’t expect. You straddle him, cupping his face as your lips refuse to leave his. He moans in surprise, raking his fingers through your hair. He pulls you closer and moans into your mouth. You kiss him fiercely, and your lips move at a desperate pace. He can barely keep up and pulls back. He looks at you, cupping your face and meeting your gaze.

“What's up, baby girl?”

You blush and immediately kiss him again.

“I need you” you mumble into his mouth.

He’s completely overwhelmed and barely utters out a “are you sure?” as you feverishly nod your head. Then, he is pleasantly surprised when you push him onto the bed.

This is what he’s dreamed of. You, totally in need of him, his lips, his body, his arms wrapping you close to his chest, and his body tangled with your own. You can’t help but to start to slowly grind on his hips. He grins against your mouth, eager for more of you.

“Mmm baby girl. Tell me this is real?”

“It’s real.” You moan

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[team7-headquarter]

The fact that it is a trope in Naruto that Kakashi saves Sakura before Sasuke can or when Sasuke is in a position to do so himself is so unhinged.

What was Kishimoto trying to do there?

The first time it happens (just outside of Konoha while traveling to the Land of the Waves), Sasuke very clearly thinks Kakashi is showing off. It's one of those funny moments where you can see how both Sasuke and Kakashi like being dramatic.

From that point, the story somehow establishes that it's Kakashi's job to protect Sakura as Sasuke and Naruto fight. At least Sasuke thinks that's the case...

It happens during the fight with Haku. I know that Sakura screams and Sasuke immediately wonders what Kakashi is doing when Sakura is in danger. I don't think he'd wonder the same if it was Naruto out there, since he'd probably criticize Naruto and not Kakashi for Naruto's own safety.

When Kakashi saves Sakura from both the chidori and the rasengan, they don't mention it at all, like it was natural for Kakashi to be there and for him to save / protect Sakura. At the time, Naruto was panicking because he couldn't stop, in the sense that he knew he didn't have the skill to do so, but Sasuke was more shocked that it was Sakura he'd hit. Once Sakura was safe and the thing was over, Sasuke went immediately back to thinking about how he was weak compared to Naruto.

He wasn't worried about Sakura not because he didn't care, but because that moment reassured him about Kakashi being there to protect her.

(It's worth mentioning Sasuke was upset over Naruto being the one who rescued her from Gaara because Sasuke was too used to having the role of second protector of the team, since it signaled he was the second strongest around).

Then, in Shippuden? Sasuke doesn't see Sakura as a real threat. He did mean to kill her during the Land of Iron, but the narrative again placed both Kakashi and Naruto there to protect her life. As soon as Kakashi and Naruto appeared, Sasuke forgot about her.

That encounter was the farthest Team 7 had been from the old days and the roles they had at those moments. Teamwork was absolutely gone.

During the Fourth Shinobi War, things went back a bit to what they were. Sasuke and Naruto tried to protect Sakura by telling her to stand behind or step back, except Sakura refused to be protected. They worked seamlessly for a few minutes, until it all went to hell and Kaguya appeared.

Kakashi spent almost the entire battle protecting Sakura. Understandable, since the first thing she did was run to get impaled like she didn't care at all about her own life. (Kakashi was scared shitless that something would happen to her).

TWO TIMES during the Kaguya fight Sakura was in danger and Naruto pointed out (commanded, really) that Sasuke could help her and Sasuke did move to do so, he did face her to act, before his mind could process what he was doing. In both cases, Kakashi was faster and had her safe and sound before Sasuke could even reconsider.

First in the lava world, where Kakashi had Sakura and Obito already secured, so Sasuke moved to protect Naruto. Second when Obito gave both his eyes to Kakashi and he decided to go all Susanno to pull Sakura out of danger, to Sasuke's surprise.

Time to mention that the narrative of the manga makes explicit the petty rivalry between Kakashi and Sasuke. Sasuke does hate him for having the sharingan, you know, and Kakashi would not stop when recriminating how Sasuke decided to use the things he taught him, like the chidori, to hurt his comrades.

Anyway, Naruto decides to use that moment to tell Sasuke that Kakashi's susanno was cooler and talk about how the Copy Nin was amazing and all of that. If I had to guess, Naruto was more than a bit irritated because Sasuke was rude to Kakashi and Sakura and called them useless. It is a good guess if I'm allowed to say so, since Naruto also made a point of telling Sasuke to thanks Sakura for helping Obito bring him back from another dimension.— After all, Naruto did also complain about Sasuke being the leader, since he thought Sakura and Kakashi were better at making plans.

It kinda reached its limits when Sasuke put her under a genjutsu (of getting hit with a chidori to the chest, of all things) and Kakashi lost his cool. He was so visibly frustrated with Sasuke and the feeling was mutual.

It was call back to sooo many moments between Sakura and Sasuke:

When Sakura cried and calmmed the cursed mark back at the Forest of Death, when Sakura tried to prevent Sasuke from competing with the cursed mark during the Chuning Exams preliminaries and Sasuke told her to shut up, or when she tried to stop him from leaving Konoha to find Orochimaru and Sasuke knocked her out. It was an echo of the way Sasuke did almost hit her with a chidori back when they were kids without meaning to and then years later when he did mean to kill her; it was the memory all the times she worried about him and rushed to put herself in danger for his wellbeing when he didn't want her to.

When Sasuke left to fight Naruto, Kakashi was the one who stayed with her. When Sasuke left on his journey for atonement, Kakashi was there to tell him to behave, but also he was there next to the girl he had been protecting for years now. I don't know what all of that was supposed to mean...

I guess that Sakura played a part in Sasuke and Naruto's rivalry as much as she played a part in Kakashi and Sasuke's animosity.

[shadowfreak98]

❤ TF ONE STORY TIME! ❤

I had a very similar experience like what Comodin described around 7:49...

To preface my story, I have seen Transformers One 5 times in the cinema now. Unfortunately, Thursday was my last time going to see it because I need to save my money. However, I encourage EVERYONE to PLEASE GO AND WATCH THIS MOVIE! GIVE IT YOUR MONEY, YOUR LOVE, YOUR SOUL!

It really needs everyone's attention and love! Even to those who AREN'T Transformers fans, I implore you to see it!

Anyways, onto my story...

About a week and a half ago I had gone to see Transformers for the third time. I had convinced my mom to drop me off at the local theater to let me see it again. I had been sitting in the car and told her how much passion I have for the film, not just as a Transformers fan, but also someone who is shooting to go into Animation. This is the kinda stuff I wanna do, and I want to support it in any way I can.

So, I get into the theater and because it was a spontaneous thing, I had about 45+ minutes to kill before the film would start. I stood around the front of the theater drinking my coffee and talking with the bag checker who is also a massive transformers fan. He knew exactly what I was planning on seeing just from me mentioning the showtime. I decided to shoot the shit with him until the showing.

He had told me that he and the staff had been asked many many questions about Joker 2, and they had been honest about its terrible reception. They had also been trying their DAMNDEST to get people to watch TF One instead. [Basically to support a... GOOD movie. Pfft!]

So, time goes on, and I keep chatting with him about how great this film is. 20 minutes before the movie was going to start, these two kids came inside and I hear them debating what movie they even wanted to watch... They stood beside me at the self-service ticket station and were going back and forth about the flashback showings as well as the recent releases. Well about 5 minutes pass and they hadn't made up their mind, and it sounded like they were about to settle on Hotel Transylvania 2 [Hahahaha, I wasn't gonna let that happen.]

I suggested Transformers One, and the two looked at each other and then back at me, clearly a little skeptical but they admitted to having considered it.

"We don't know much about Transformers."

Was the first thing they said, so I followed it up with a simple...

"You don't need to. This movie tells you everything you need to know."

Then they asked...

"Is it anything like Michael Bay? Is there a lot of action?"

So I tried to sum it up as best as I could.

"No. It's not like Bay... but has a good amount of action... It's also extremely funny and hits HARD. I promise."

That was all I could really say without revealing anything, but I implored that they give it a chance. Around that time was when I headed in. Much to my surprise, these kids did it! They took my suggestion!

At the end of the film, I had stayed for the after credits (cannot skip that man), and when I walked out into the lobby, I found the kids were still there. So I asked them what they thought.

I didn't expect their reactions... THEY LOVED IT, and they were MORE THAN HAPPY to express how much they loved that movie! They thanked me, and told me that they had apparently been waiting around/looking for me JUST to thank me for suggesting it to them!

I do not think anything has made me as happy as that has in the longest time. I felt AMAZING after that! I even proceeded to tell my mom when she picked me up, and she thought it was really sweet.

WELP! I hope you guys liked my story time!~ I actually have a story or two more to tell about TF One, maybe more because... WHOO this movie has literally just rocked my whole world! These past three weeks have been nothing but TF One on the brain, and I am loving every minute of it! Lemme know some of your guys' stories and experiences around/about the movie!~ I wanna hear what you guys have been up to and how yer all driving your families crazy talking about it nonstop! Ha! Anyways...

[rorywritesjunk]

I can’t tell where the journey will end But I know where to start

Prequel to my Kid Buggy fic, set about 11-ish years before that story.

Buggy meets you by chance when he needs his buttons sewn back onto his jacket. He’s young, up and coming, and he thinks everyone should cower before him wherever he goes, but all you do is smile at him.

Rating: PG-13ish just for some swearing.

Warning: Buggy’s in his early 20s. He’s an asshole. He just is because I wanted to write him loud, demanding, everything. This is still a bit of fluff, honestly. Also Buggy gets drunk near the end of the chapter. He's also just a bit clingy but we kind of knew that at this point.

A/N: I have no idea when Buggy became a Captain, so he’s a fresh faced captain in this. No clue how long this fic will be.

Title comes from “Wake Me Up” by Avicii.

TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @ane5e @kingofthemfingpirates @the-angriest-angel @tiredemomama @valen-yamyam16 @i-reblog-fics-i-like @plethora-of-fickleness @uhnanix

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 + Chapter 16 + Chapter 17 + Chapter 18 + Epilogue

Chapter 12

He didn't want to wait.

Buggy was impatient. You told him it was another two months until you were officially done with your apprenticeship. That was 8 weeks. 60 days. Could he wait that long to ask you to marry him? It wasn't like the two of you were going to get married minutes after he asked, right? So he could ask, give you a ring, and seal the deal. That's all he had to do.

Right now he was sitting in the kitchen after dinner while you fixed his gloves. You said there was something wrong with the stitching with one of them, something you had noticed earlier in the day, and he wasn't going to argue with you since you were the professional with this kind of stuff, not him.

So while you fixed his gloves, he told you about some of his adventures on the sea in recent years, about fighting off more vicious crews, claiming victory, and all the treasure he found. You listened intently as you ran your fingers over the seams of one his gloves while your sewing kit sat untouched on the table.

He didn't need to know it was a little lie to spend more time with him.

“That's amazing, Buggy!” You told him as he finished his latest tale. A small part of you wondered about how true some of what he told you was, but you didn't really care. You liked seeing how animated he became when he spoke, hands gesturing wildly and his expressive face. It was a nice sight to see. “I'm almost done with your gloves.”

“Take your time, babe.” He grinned as he leaned back in his seat, watching as you looked over the gloves. They were both inside out while you checked over the seams of one of them. “Everything okay?”

“Mhm, just wanted to make sure the seams were strong, that's all.” You replied as you finished up. “They should be fine now.”

“What do I owe for this?” Buggy asked, watching as you worked. 

You shrugged as you handed them back to him, watching him slide them back onto his hands. “I take lunch dates for payment.”

“Tomorrow then?”

“Don't you have the seas to conquer?” You chuckled. “Aren't you tired of me yet?”

He reached across the table, taking your hands in his own. “Never. I'll never be tired of you. I'm going to marry you so I want to start getting used to seeing you every day.”

You smiled and shook your head as you leaned back in your seat. “Yea, but you still have things to do.”

“I can stick around for another week.” Buggy insisted. 

“You're sweet.” You said as you stood up from the table. “If you're sure, I imagine my boss can find more things for you to do around the shop.”

“Do I get paid at least?” Buggy frowned. You went over and gave him a kiss.

“You can share my bed, how about that?” You suggested as you ran your fingers through his hair, nails scraping against his scalp gently. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch, nodding in agreement. “Good. I know Miss Pins already made a list. She'll appreciate the help.”

Wait, what. He opened his eyes and frowned. “She already has a list? Was this your plan, woo me to stay here and then put me to work?”

“No, no, not at all.” You chuckled. “But if it was, it seemed to work. Now, I’ll let you stay the night again if you want, but if you need to return to your ship I understand.”

He probably should return to his ship, but he didn’t want to be away from you. Now that he knew he was going to marry you, even if he had to wait (he really didn’t want to wait), it was harder for him to spend even an hour away from you. There was still that thought of someone better coming along who would steal you away from him, and he didn’t want to risk that.

“Oh, Buggy, can I ask you something?” 

Buggy looked up at you, still leaning against you as you stroked his hair. “Anything.”

“Well, after I’m done here, I’m planning on heading back to visit my parents for a bit. There’s usually a big family reunion.” You told him, twirling locks of his hair around your fingers. “Is that something you’d want to come with me for? I have a big family, so if it’s too much, I understand.”

Wait, meet the family? Was that something he would have to do? “How… big of a family?”

“Big.” You chuckled. “I can’t even count how many cousins I have.”

Honestly, no, it didn't sound like a good time to him but he should at least meet your parents, right? That's what people did. So he nodded, agreeing to this, even if he may end up regretting it.

“Thank you.” You smiled as you leaned down to kiss him. “I'll let you know when it happens.”

~

He begrudgingly did the list of things Miss Pins wanted over the course of a few days before he had to head back to his ship. The only good thing about doing those things was spending more time with you. He needed to do some kind of piracy after being away from the ship for a few days, so you kissed him before saying goodbye, which he was fine with.

Buggy was planning on finding the perfect ring. He didn't want to wait. He would come back with the perfect ring, a bouquet of flowers, and propose, even if you weren't done yet. 

~

It was about three weeks before you saw Buggy again. He came bursting into the shop, throwing the door open before hunching over, panting heavily. You looked up from your work with Benji while Miss Pins stood at the counter. She raised an eyebrow as she gave him a look over.

“Where's the fire, Captain?” She asked as he slumped against the door frame. He managed to glare at her as he started to recover, but you got up and hurried over to him to help him to a chair.

“Buggy, what's wrong?” You asked as Miss Pins went to shut the door. “Why are you running?”

He held up a bouquet of petalless flowers for you, no doubt having been knocked around in the running. You took them from him with a smile while Benji pretended to gag. Then Buggy reached into his pocket and slid down onto his knees in front of you while taking your hand in his.

This was it. He had rehearsed what he had wanted to say as he ran to the shop, but it all left his brain as he looked up at you, feeling the gaze of Miss Pins and Benji on him as you just watched him. He stiffened up, sweating bullets as he stared up at you nervously. Were you going to say yes or was this just a lead up to a cruel joke from you?

“Wait, is he actually proposing to you, Sunny?!” Benji exclaimed. “Ew! Why?”

“Oh shush.” Miss Pins said, crossing her arms as she watched the scene in front of her. “He hasn't actually said anything yet. Sunny, you don't have to say or agree to anything, you know.”

“Just ignore them, Buggy.” You said, shaking your head. “You know my answer, you don't have to actually ask.”

“Y-Yea, but I can't just assume!” Buggy stammered as he held the ring up and you managed not to laugh. The stone on the ring was honestly as big as his nose, but bright blue in color and very, very impractical for you to wear on a daily basis since you used your hands for everything. He cleared his throat and tried to slide the ring onto your finger but it was unfortunately too small for your finger.  Buggy looked defeated but you took the ring and pulled him up to his feet.

“The ring is too small.” Benji whispered to Miss Pins.

“He didn't actually say anything.” She muttered. You rolled your eyes at their comments.

“Yes, Buggy, I'll marry you.” You told him; his eyes widened and he stood up straight, glancing over at your boss and associate with a smug look on his face. 

“Ha! I didn't even have to ask her.” He said rather proudly. “She accepted without hesitation.” 

The two of them rolled their eyes, of course he would say that. You stuck your tongue out at them before turning back to give Buggy a kiss. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly before lifting you up and spinning you around excitedly. 

“We’re getting married!” He cheered. 

“Yes, yes, we are.” You laughed, patting him on the chest to put you down. “I only have a few more weeks, Buggy, then we need to visit my family.”

Oh, right, the family. Your massive family you mentioned. He was going to meet them. No, it would be fine. He wouldn’t let that worry him. He was a pirate captain, that had to impress some of them, right? It would be fine. Just fine. He didn’t need to worry.

~

You stayed the night with him on the ship. His crew wanted to celebrate their captain’s engagement with a loud party. While Buggy had been shy and flustered back in the shop when he asked, it was different when he was with his crew. He was showing you off, embellishing the story of your engagement, saying how you cried (you didn’t), how his speech wooed you (he didn’t say a word), and that you said you couldn’t wait to marry him (you didn’t say that but you did want to marry him). He was proud of the ring he stole and found a chain to string it on so you could wear it so it would deter others from chasing after you in the coming weeks.

It was fun, you had just one drink while Buggy got himself pretty drunk. It was past midnight when you finally convinced him to go to bed, and you ignored how red in the face he got when you said that, his drunken brain misinterpreting your words again when you led him to his room and helped him take his coat and shoes off. 

“D-Dontcha wanna wait til the h-honeymoon?” He slurred. You rolled your eyes before draping his coat over the back of a chair and setting his shoes beside it. “I-I mean, I’m good, I’m up for anything.”

“You need to sleep, Captain Buggy.” You told him as you took his bandana off next, helping shake his hair loose from being tucked under it for most of the day. “We aren’t having sex, okay?”

“Oh.” He frowned up at you, swaying a bit as he sat on the bed. “You wanna though, right? I don’t… my body doesn’t gross you out, does it?”

“It doesn’t, Buggy.” You assured him as you pulled the covers back on his bed. He rubbed his face and squinted in your direction.

“Are… are you staying the night?” Buggy asked. You sighed softly and nodded, smiling at him as you took your own shoes off before climbing into bed. His eyes lit up when you did that and he scrambled under the covers to latch onto you once you were under the blankets. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” You told him, kissing him on the forehead as he snuggled up against you, his head resting on your chest as your arms went around him. “I need to get used to it since I’m marrying you.”

He glanced up at you, face red as he smiled brightly. “You are, aren’t you! I’m marrying you and you’re gonna marry me and I’m gonna be the happiest man ever!”

This was a different drunk Buggy from the one you encountered on his birthday, and it was nice seeing him so happy, even if it was influenced by alcohol. You just stroked his cheek, smiling as he nestled his face against you as he closed his eyes. It didn’t take long before he was asleep, snoring loudly. And tomorrow you would wake up before him, fix him breakfast, and start your day back at the shop. It was only a few more weeks before you would be done, and it was a little sad and kind of scary, but you were excited to be moving onto a new chapter of your life with Buggy.

[sickofthistoxicshit]

Here's the thing, I have nothing against Lou/Tommy, but the accessive enthusiasm of him returning and everyone already talking about him showing up for next season,

Which if any of you watched for the last 7 seasons, it is very possible because writers love to drag temps over to the next seasons because apparently breakups are for season beginners, mostly (except for taylor),

is very off-putting.

1. Because the dude literally just showed up and they haven't even had one worthy make out session to even call it a situationship.

2. Buck hurt Eddie physically to get into Tommy's mouth and pants, which ruined it for me from the start tbh and Tommy had nothing to do with it, he was just there.

3. Buck has made Maddie's day, his coming out party - that is a big NO in my book. Because one, dude you literally came out, what if you decide eventually that you don't want this or don't want this with this specific first-guy-ever anymore? And two SHE IS YOUR SISTER THE LEAST YOU CAN DO IS HAVE HER LEAVE ON HER HONEYMOON BEFORE YOU KILL YOUR PARENTS OF A HEART- ATTACK.

Even if they "seem accepting" to Buck’s face, this takes time to process, something better revealed in time and in private, once one is sure. Not thinking and talking about this the whole wedding!

And yes, I know, Buck is impulsive, but think for a second, would you want your baby brother to hijacke your wedding after so long of planning it? I know I would have killed him.

Would have told him in advance that if he's bringing his new boyfriend to my wedding, he better tell our parents first. Because this is my fucking day!

I love Buck, but his self-centered personality rubs me the wrong way this season.

Maybe because I wanted to see him growing the fuck up after 7 years and so many traumas and experiences and therapy that he went through, but nope, same old Buck, only instead of the dating the girl who gave him attention, he's seeing the guy who gave him attention.

It's annoying, it's off putting and frankly I am so mad at the writers and Tim for this because these characters deserved better.

And don't talk to me about representation because Shonda did the bi representation in Station 19 perfectly to the point that I was bummed that Travis and Eli didn't end up as endgame even though I loved Emmett with Travis.

Again somehow the 911 writers managed to taint for me what should have been and amazing experience, independent completely of buddie, but no they managed to not only mix Eddie and Buck with Tommy, the whole thing came at the expense of Eddie, physically and mentally, because not only did Buck not apologized to Eddie, Eddie also lost his new friend who now fawns over Buck.

So screw this storyline, I hate it and I hate how everyone is OK with everything that happened in the story, just because Buck is doing a dude(kissing really, there was no doing yet).

There's a lot of blocking in my future, most are just ppl who either came in now because of bi Buck or those who came from other disappointing fandoms and are just here for the rep not the actual story.

But some of us have been here since S1, we want the rep, but we want it to be complimenting, we want to fall in love with the character before it turns into a LI, we want the emotion, the connection, the obvious love building over several years.

Like Casey and Gabby and Severide and Stella, like Maya and Carina, like Travis and Emmett (even though I liked Eli better for him) like Sullivan and Natasha.

I want an emotional payout, give up the surprises, and the wrecked trucks and ships, just tell a good story!

And for the love of all that's holy, enough with the last-minute changes, those never turn out well in the long run. They literally started from scratch when they made the switch between Eddie and Buck.

Also in my opinion, Eddie had a LOT more chemistry with Lou/Tommy than Buck. It would have made so much more sense, in the catholic guilt and internal homophobia department, the nun and supposedly commitment issues was weak at best.

It could have been epic. 😩

And yes, Buck could have started the season single, no harm in that, maybe make him, I don't know, actually growing into something that he would like without someone else to pet his ego? Go back to therapy, work for the LT. exams, be interim captain, realize his worth and learn to love himself for him, not because someone else gave him attention and that made him preen, get him somewhere worthy. Even lessons with Tommy without involving Eddie in this would have been great.

Just something that shows character development, because up until now all I get is S2/S3 Buck and I've seen that movie before, I want my money back.

I realize this is harsh, and normally, I would stick to the light and fun and ignore the rest, but this had to be said out loud so I can go back to that.

That being said, as I said, I will watch Madney wedding purely for Madney. Anything else is just a bonus. I can't wait for that bachelor party and see wth happens to Chimney.

Happy Monday, my loves. ❤️

[theink-stainedfolk]

Writer Questionnaire Tag

Thank you @drchenquill @the-golden-comet and @paeliae-occasionally for the tag

how long have you had your writing tumblr/writeblr? a fast and loose estimate is fine!

It's been at least 6 months or more I believe.

what led you to create it?

I actually had it from before but i never really posted anything. The thought that there might be people willing to read my works more than my own family and friends led me to create it. I was done shying away.

what's your favourite thing about the writeblr community?

I absolutely adore the supportive and inclusive nature of the writeblr community! It's a space where writers from diverse backgrounds and genres come together to share their passion for storytelling. I love how everyone encourages and uplifts each other, offering constructive feedback and celebrating each other's successes. The community's enthusiasm is infectious, and it motivates me to keep writing and improving my craft. I also appreciate the wealth of resources and knowledge shared within the community, from writing tips and prompts to editing advice and publishing insights. It's amazing to see how writers willingly share their expertise and experiences to help others grow. Most of all, I cherish the sense of belonging and connection that comes with being part of this community. Writeblr feels like a virtual writing group, where we can discuss our projects, share our struggles, and rejoice in our triumphs together

what's one thing you'd like your mutuals to know about you?

That i really love talking about my WIPs and OCs aand everything related to my story. I feel happy, seen and appreciated. If you like anything i woorte, please don't hesitate to ask or just tell me how you feel.

is there anything you'd like to see more of on your dash?

Uh..memes? More aisan drama related things? More HSR stuff everything about my interests etc.

which wips or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

Very wrong question lol. I've been going back and forth between my WIPs. But the most recent one I've done, or am thinking about is The Masque of Murder .

how long have you been working on them?

Hahaha.... Since months, years and i still haven't even written a chapter for some of them. I hate myself for that. But since The Masque of Murder is recent, it's been a week or so.

do you remember what inspired them/ what got you started?

Yeah i remember reading a manhwa which had this crazy but mad genius doctor as a minor villan. It got me thinking that it was a waste of his abilities and damn good looks and he would have been surely protected by the plot armour had he been the main character instead. This forced me into making it lol.

how much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

🎵Every hour, every minute, every second. And night after night, I'll thinking 'bout you right, 7 days a week.🎶

name any characters you created. side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who've never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you'd like!

Uh... every single one of them? I created everyone, if that's what you're asking haha.. I'm not sure if i understand it correctly but i created everyone on my own. I'll mention the one that comes to my mind first then.

Side character- Emrys from In The Silence, Strength

Protagonist- Dr. Phineas Abel Thorncroft from The Masque Of Murder

Antagonist- Dante from Beyond The Pages (but he is also the protagonist)

And i can't really remember the last two.

when someone asks the dreaded, "what do you write about," question, what do you usually say?

Yknow, fantasy stuff with magic and murder mystery with actual murder and blood and stuff and all that hahah none of the stuffs that you like or understand or are interested in right? Hahah it totally doesn't have queer peoples. Just fictional stuff you don't wanna know hahaha.

Deadass.

who's the most unhinged?

Dr. Phineas Abel Thorncroft (from The Masque Of Murder), Acheron (from Legacy of Creation), Dante (from Beyond The Pages) and Eitenne Lumiere( from Wicked Games, Wicked Fates) from what i remember .

who comes the most naturally for you to write?

Vesperine, Cleo, Pareen

do you ever cringe at them?

Hahaha... sometimes..

how much control do you feel you have over your characters? do they ever "write themselves," refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn't expect? to what degree? are some less cooperative than others?

I feel like i have 70% control and 30% is something they do it themselves because i give them the freedom to do so. Because that is the story of my character and not of me, even if I am the one who wrote it. Sometimes the decision i make for them is not what they'd do.

do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? and do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? for example, as asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on ao3, etc.

Yes i absolutely love it please ask. Doesn't matter how just ask♡♡♡

what makes you want to follow another writeblr account? do you follow 'em as you see 'em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? do you follow based on wips, or vibes?

I take time scoping out the blog to make sure i align with it's content. And i follow based on both, wips and vibes but mostly vibes.

what makes you decide against following?

If i don't align with the content or i don't fond the story interesting, i don't follow.

do you interact with non-mutual often?

Not often but i do.

do your mutuals' characters occupy space in your noodle?

There are so so many characters of my mutuals that i love love loveee but my memory rn isn't functioning at its best so i will just write whom i can remember rn.

The Madness, the lady and that guy from Foliè written by @drchenquill, my friend. Whose writing always leaves me with surprises and cliffhangers. She supports me so much i almost feel guilty 💕💕💕💕 i love you so much💖💖💖

@paeliae-occasionally Xanren, Marsh and Paeliae. I love their stories it captivated me. I hope you can tag me on their journey 👍, @cssnder, my first mutual whom i talked with so much courage that i almost didn't open tumblr the next day due to embarrassment and nervousness. Her works are like renaissance paintings, truly mesmerizing and beautiful. Thus Saith The Lord is truly a work of art and i hope i get to read it soon.😭 And also, @roarintheheavens , my new friend, I'm so happy. Vron Carson, he is very interesting and i can't wait to know more about him. And of course, @the-golden-comet, I'd very much like to read more about peter hart.

Just because i didn't mention everyone doesn't mean i don't appreciate your works, it's just that i haven't read them yet. I hope you all can send it to me. I'll definitely read it.

I'll tag @finickyfelix @willtheweaver @ascotwriting @agirlandherquill @leahnardo-da-veggie @illarian-rambling @winglesswriter @graveyardshift111